My neighbor is a little Psycho (M/m) part 3 added

[harveygasson]

Great second part! What will Alan do to win the parent's trust I wonder.

[BoudBoy22]

I received a couple more visits from Rodrigo over the next two days, mainly to give me information about his family, something I again emphasized was not very smart on his part. The boy, enthusiastic about gags and restraints, paid little attention to my warnings and merely showed me exactly where he lived, who his parents were, and even their work schedule. Rodrigo even created an advertisement where I applied to be a school tutor, which he gave to his parents.

I met the boy's mother one morning during my daily walk. The woman was beautiful, tall, with fine features, red hair, and deep blue eyes. It is said that sons inherit their mother's beauty, and I think Rodrigo was no exception. Except for his hair, he was identical to his mother. Gina, the boy's mother, had the day off from her job as a magazine editor, as she explained, and that day she had just come from shopping at the supermarket, so I kindly offered to help her with the many heavy bags she was carrying. We got to know each other a little and managed to build a good friendship thanks to the fact that she had also been a model when she was younger. I omitted the part where I was a bondage model; I didn't want to scare her. Just as Rodrigo had asked me to, I managed to gain Gina's trust, mainly because I tend to be very flattering when I need something from other people.

Gina invited me in for coffee, and we continued talking until the conversation turned to Rodrigo. She explained that her son was a good boy, cheerful and very creative, but above all, very intelligent.

"I wish his grades would reflect that," she said, discouraged.

"I met Rodrigo a few days ago when his ball hit my door and rolled into my yard. He seemed like a very kind and polite boy, I wouldn't expect anything less from a mother like you," I said, and Gina seemed to blush.

"Wow, thank you so much, Alan. I read the ad that said you were a tutor, but I thought you wouldn't want to. I guess now that you're retired from modeling, you have a lot of free time and well... no, forget it, I don't want to bother you with nonsense."

"Come on, say it. I think I know what you mean. Listen, I don't want to brag, but I got excellent grades in school, especially in math and literature." Gina's eyes lit up.

"Would you be willing to tutor Rodrigo? You know, give him private lessons. Don't worry about the payment."

"I'll do it for free because I like you and Rodrigo needs a little help."

Gina tried to convince me to accept payment for my private tutoring services, but I insisted. My financial situation was acceptable at the time. At 3 p.m. the next day, I heard the doorbell ring. There was Rodrigo, this time without that red bandanna covering his face. Instead, he was wearing a red cap, a white T-shirt, black sports shorts, his usual white knee-high socks, and white sneakers. His face was beaming. The boy came in, took off his cap, and the first thing he did was ask me how I was going to tie him up.


"Hey, I'm really going to give you private lessons. You didn't think it was all a ploy, did you?" I said, and he looked disappointed. We went to a small room that served as an old office for the former owner of the house. I arranged everything to make it look like a makeshift classroom. There was a desk, a whiteboard, and a chair where Rodrigo sat, head down, until his blue eyes caught the silver glint of a roll of silver duct tape.

"I like my students to be quiet," I murmured as I tore off a long strip and slowly placed it over the boy's mouth. I added a second strip until the outline of his lips was visible. We were both satisfied with the result. I took the boy's backpack and pulled out his seventh-grade math book, a piece of cake. Inside the backpack was also a notebook with a piece of tape on it, on which was written in black marker: "stories written by R." I gave him a questioning look, and he just shrugged and smiled under his tape gag. I left the notebook on the desk and began the lessons. A few minutes later, while Rodrigo was solving the math problems in his notebook, I took advantage of the opportunity and picked up his other notebook, the one with the stories. When I opened it, I found a drawing of a smiling face gagged with a piece of gray duct tape. It was a boy with blond hair and freckles on his nose. The following pages contained stories in which, broadly speaking, Rodrigo clumsily and hastily described the many ways a 12-year-old boy could end up tied up and gagged, from a kidnapping where the kidnapper knocks him out with a rag and chloroform and then he wakes up tightly bound and gagged, to a home robbery and the kidnapping of a young detective who got involved in serious matters. Rodrigo placed special emphasis on describing the boy's bonds and gags, which were probably his own. Tight ropes dug into his wrists and legs, duct tape gags, and blindfolds. But there was a kind of longing in a ball gag, described as "a shiny red ball with black straps that would look great in the kidnapped boy's mouth." Rodrigo probably saw those kinds of gags in the many photo shoots I participated in for that bondage company.

The lessons progressed and Rodrigo improved a lot in school. His parents were grateful, and their way of thanking me for my work was, of course, to leave me in charge of the boy while they went away for the weekend. It was a reward for the boy, not for me. Anyway, I accepted the responsibility, and if I was going to waste my weekend with this boy, at least it would be worth it. So I ordered a bunch of things online that would serve to keep my new neighbor prisoner.

Rodrigo's parents left on their trip on Saturday morning, so the boy moved into my house temporarily from that moment on.

"Hey, I have practice at 2 p.m. today. I forgot to tell you," he said as we reviewed some lessons in our classroom.

I had no choice, so at 1:30 p.m. we got in my car and I drove him to the sports complex. He was wearing a Real Madrid jersey, black shorts with white stripes on the sides, long socks, and his neon pink soccer shoes. Rodrigo told me to pick him up at 5. I took advantage of all that time to go to the movies, after all, I deserved it. My Amazon purchases had arrived the day before, but I wanted it to be a surprise for Rodrigo.

I returned for Rodrigo at 5 pm as he had said. I parked right in front of the metal fence surrounding the field. The sun bathed the ground in orange light as the group of 12-year-old boys, sweaty and tired, scattered across the field, among them Rodrigo, who walked slowly with his backpack slung over one shoulder. I watched him say goodbye to a couple of boys, one of them red-haired, tall, and freckled; the other with olive skin, brown eyes, and straight black hair. I thought Rodrigo was lonely and friendless, or maybe it was just friendliness between teammates. I rolled down the car window and called out to him. When he saw me, he smiled and ran towards the car. The boy's face was red and sweaty, his bangs stuck to his forehead, and his soccer uniform was covered in dirt and grass.

"How did it go?" I asked as we slowly drove away.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted, they made us run a lot..."

"I can tell," I said. The smell of sweat that filled the car was slowly dispersed by the breeze coming in.

"The coach wants me to play forward. I scored two goals," Rodrigo said proudly.

"Wow, that's great," I replied.

"So what do you have planned for tonight?" the boy asked, staring at me eagerly.

"You'll see, it's a surprise. But first you'll have to take a good shower," I said without taking my eyes off the road.

Rodrigo smiled from ear to ear and sank into his seat. We got home, and the first thing he did was go upstairs to take a shower. I took the opportunity to look for the packages that had arrived from Amazon. The boy came down twenty minutes later, his hair still dripping wet, but smelling much better than before. He was wearing a white T-shirt, red satin sports shorts, and his long socks with white sneakers. After that, we went up to the attic to show him what I had prepared.

I laid out my entire new arsenal of items to restrain Rodrigo for the duration of his parents' trip.

"No way," said Rodrigo, his eyes wide as he knelt down and held the thick rolls of brown rope I had bought. There were also real handcuffs, rolls of tape in different sizes and colors—silver, black PVC, and white microfoam. A couple of blindfolds and several colored scarves and socks were also scattered around. Rodrigo looked like a child at an amusement park ready to ride the most challenging and exciting attraction. In this case, he would be tightly bound with ropes, just as his fantasy stories suggested, and tightly gagged.

"Hands in front, dear," I said in a condescending tone.

Rodrigo looked at me as if he hadn't understood what I said. Perhaps he thought I was going to tie his hands in front of him.

"It's not what you're thinking, you little brat," I muttered, and he placed his skinny arms in front of me, offering his tiny hands. "Open your hands," I continued.

Rodrigo opened his hands, and I placed a stress ball in each one. He closed his fists, and then I took a silver roll of PVC tape, a type of adhesive tape that is very sticky, elastic, and thin. I began to bandage his fists with great care, making sure to cover every inch of his skin tightly and without wrinkles. In the end, Rodrigo had a kind of silver gloves that immobilized his hands.

"God, this feels great and very comfortable," Rodrigo murmured as he admired his taped fists and rubbed his face with them.

"We're not done yet," I said.

I took two long socks like the ones the boy was wearing at the time, white with red stripes, and slid them over his arms to his elbows, where I made sure they wouldn't come off with more tape. Rodrigo couldn't believe how helpless he felt at that moment, even though I hadn't tied him up yet. The next thing I did was force him to sit on the floor with his back to the attic pole, and then he automatically placed his hands behind the pole, as if he knew what I was about to do.

"Good boy," I said and ruffled his hair, and he just smiled softly.

I took the first length of rope and began to wrap it around his thin wrists, tightening it with each turn I added until I had a wide, neat band wrapped around them. After that, I began to wrap more rope between his wrists to tighten the thick band of rope I had previously added. I finished the binding with a simple knot, which under normal conditions the boy could have found and loosened, but his hands were bandaged and covered with socks, so he didn't have the slightest chance of loosening that knot.

I saw Rodrigo twist his hands vehemently, only to realize he was trapped, and when that dawned on him, it gave him great satisfaction, because he smiled from ear to ear and his face flushed slightly, perhaps from the effort as well, who knows. With the boy's hands firmly tied, the next step was to secure the rest of his body to the thick pole, so I began to slowly wrap meters of rope around his chest and the pole, holding him tightly until his movements were very limited.

"All right, young man, time for the gag. Something simple for now," I said, and took one of the rolls of 3-inch microfoam tape. I cut a long strip and stretched it across his face while he pressed his lips together. I placed the piece of tape from ear to ear, covering his chin. I watched in awe as the shape of his lips protruded beneath that sticky piece of white tape. Still, Rodrigo seemed somewhat disappointed. I'm sure he wanted a strong gag that would silence him completely, but for what I was about to do, his mouth didn't need more than that wide patch of tape, because I didn't want to risk him choking on the laughter I was about to elicit from him.

I crouched down in front of him and began to untie the laces of his white sneakers.

"Remember you told me you like to be tickled?" I said as I looked at him mischievously.

"Mmfmfmf!!" He nodded vigorously as he opened his eyes in surprise.

"Well, today's your lucky day, kid," I replied as I slowly removed his sneakers and set them aside. Rodrigo began to wiggle his toes under his long socks, as if taking off his sneakers was a profound relief for his feet. A faint smell of sweaty feet began to waft through the attic, but it wasn't unbearable, and I certainly didn't complain. I knew that Rodrigo's parents cared about his hygiene and his socks were clean, so the faint smell was due to the fact that he had worn them all day without taking off his sneakers.

Anyway, I still had some dignity left and didn't dare touch his feet without putting on tight rubber gloves, for which I had to lubricate my hands with a little baby oil. My shiny black gloves caught the boy's attention, and he seemed more interested.

"I know, they look good on me, they're worth the price," I said as I wiggled my fingers and savored the feel of those gloves on my hands. Slowly, my fingers began to trace the soles of Rodrigo's feet until they reached his little toes, which twisted at the touch of my hooked fingers. The boy's stifled laughter began, slowly at first, but then increased when I launched into a fierce tickling attack. I saw his face turn redder and his eyes fill with tears as his laughter was muffled by his sticky gag. Rodrigo shook his head from side to side as his feet tried to escape my gloved hands.

I gave him a few seconds' respite as I slid his socks off his hairless feet, leaving the soles of his feet and his bare toes more vulnerable and sensitive to my mischievous fingers. I took the bottle of baby oil and poured a generous amount over his feet, spreading it with my hands, which made my rubber gloves shine even more in the dim light of that attic.

[WhereAmI]

This should certainly be a phuntastical weekend but who will have more fun? Little Rodrigo who certainly deserves to be tied to a pole and tickle tortured for being a little hoodlum blackmailer or Alan who is providing a valuable service to a very deserving "KIDNAPPED" little neighborhood scalawag bondage boi.

Perhaps we shall find out shortly who has more fun this fun filled weekend!!!

[TuggyBoundMale]

This! Is! AWESOME!!!

My god this story is amazing. I‘m so excited for the next parts