Polo (M/m) Part 2 added

[BoudBoy22]

Apollo, or Polo, as everyone called him, grabbed his backpack and kissed his mother on the cheek goodbye before leaving.

"Remember to be back before 12, honey," the woman said to the boy as he hurried out.

Polo, like every morning since the vacation began, would go out to visit his grandfather to bring him food or whatever the old man needed. At first, the boy did it to please his father, but eventually he grew fond of his grandfather and began to visit him with enthusiasm, as he enjoyed his anecdotes of when he was a boy during World War II and all his adventures pretending to be a soldier fighting for his country. Polo liked those stories of times gone by, sometimes his grandfather would add fictional details, like something out of a fantasy novel.

Polo was new in town. He and his parents had recently moved just to be near the boy's grandfather to take care of him, although grandfather was still a strong and independent man.

As he stepped outside he breathed in the fresh morning air. He smiled and his blue eyes sparkled as he saw the sky the same color, without a cloud covering it. Polo loved summer, it was his favorite time of year, especially since he could wear shorts all the time, something he liked mainly for comfort. The boy with the cargo shorts took his bike and before starting his short ride to his grandfather's house, he looked at his neighbors' garden, there was Remy, the attractive boy with tousled brown hair that Polo always looked at shyly, without having the courage to talk to him. Remy was shirtless, wearing shiny black athletic shorts, with a hose watering the plants in his parents' garden. Polo looked at him for a couple of seconds, self-absorbed, when suddenly Remy looked at him too. Polo couldn't look away as he had done so many times in the past, so he just smiled. Remy also smiled and waved at him. Polo waved back and quickly hopped on his bike.

The whole way there he couldn't stop smiling and thinking about how cute Remy was when he smiled. Probably now that they had both made eye contact and greeted each other, Polo would be able to talk to him and become his friend.

Ten minutes later Polo arrived at his grandfather's little cabin. He found the man wiping some old revolvers with a cloth. After greeting each other the old man asked Polo to go to the kitchen for some glasses to share the orange juice the boy had brought. Polo left his backpack on the small table in front of the old man, and when he left it open, several objects came out, among them a notebook. The man took the notebook and opened it. There were drawings of bound and gagged boys in different positions, although almost always the same models were repeated, one who looked like Polo and another who had disheveled hair. Polo's grandfather couldn't believe how well Polo had drawn those boys, the ropes looked realistic, especially in the way they dug into the skin and squeezed the clothes. The gags were simple handkerchiefs tied behind the back of the neck, to simple wide pieces of duct tape stretched from ear to ear. Polo had given so much realism to his drawings that they looked like they had come out of a photograph.

"Grandpa here are the..."

"I see you have talent, son."

"Grandpa, it's nothing!" Polo shouted and snatched the notebook from the old man. Almost instantly he regretted being so abrupt and apologized.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, son" whispered the man and went over to hug Polo. The boy's face was flushed.

"I'm going to tell you a secret, Polo. When I was your age I liked these things too, but I was very shy, like you, so I could never trust anyone to play with me. But my father sent me to castings to appear in movies where they needed a child to be the kidnapped son of the mayor or the boy detective who was caught by the villains. I was accepted into most of those projects and guess what? I was always bound and gagged, even for most of the movie. I would always ask the production people to tie me up as tight as possible, which I didn't mind, but the director and my parents didn't think it was a good idea so at least I had a tight handkerchief in my mouth."

Polo couldn't believe all that was true. The boy hardly knew anything about his grandfather, but his parents never mentioned that his grandfather was an actor.

"Grandpa, are you serious? Where are the movies where you appeared?"

"They were usually bad and cheap movies, I think it was just an excuse for the director to have me bound and gagged on film set" the old man let out a laugh.

"Then those movies can't be found on the internet" said Polo with a tone of disappointment.

"Probably not, but luckily years later I was able to get some copies on VHS, so if you let me, I'll go look for them" said Polo's grandfather.

The boy was so excited to see his grandfather when he was his age in an old movie, being bound and gagged by villains. Before long the old man appeared with a cardboard box in which there were at least five VHS tapes.

"Some tapes are from some episode where my character appeared only once."

The man turned on his old TV and VHS player. The first movie was about cowboys, it was in black and white and the quality was not very good. The most important thing for Polo was that at the beginning there was a man with a bandana covering the lower half of his face. The man was pulling a rope, which was tied to the wrists of a thin boy, about 12 years old, who was gagged with a handkerchief. The boy was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, jeans and boots. Although the film was in black and white, Polo noticed that the boy's hair was blond like his own and, in fact, there was a strong physical resemblance between the two.

Polo watched his grandfather's scenes, which were quite long, with deep attention. In the next film Polo's grandfather looked a little older, perhaps 13 or 14 years old. The theme of the film was a boarding school for boys, so all the characters wore a kind of school uniform consisting of shorts, knee socks, shiny shoes, jackets and ties. Polo's grandfather character was kidnapped halfway through the film. The restraints were more elaborate, the boy's hands were tightly bound behind his back, his arms attached to his torso by wide bands of tight rope, the boy's ankles and knees looked equally tightly bound. The gag again was a tight OTM and blindfold. The boy was genuinely struggling like a boy in distress. In the end he would break free and that part was the part Polo liked the most.

Time passed very quickly for Polo. It was almost 12 o'clock and he had to get home.

"Hey, grandpa...do you think you could tie me up like your characters?" Polo asked shyly.

The man smiled and hugged him.

"Of course, son, but today you already have to go home, it will be tomorrow...by the way, who is the other boy in your drawings?"

Polo felt embarrassed again. He answered with a whisper:

"It's Remy, my neighbor."

[Xtc]

Thanks for posting this story. I keenly await the next part.

[tedbangor]

Nice start, with a talented family, and a possibly unexacting neighbour.

So many ways this could go, and all of them interesting.

[Canuck100]

Great start! Looking forward to the next parts!

[Snozzberry]

I do believe that Polo and Remy need to spend lots of time this summer with Grandpa and his ropes, gags, blindfolds and other things that mischievous little boys need to be taught about and punished for. TIE-EM-UP COWBOY.

[TuggyMale]

Amazing story so far. I wonder If Polo ever gets to tie up Remy

[Snozzberry]

And vice versa, a double tie down contest .

[Mr.Bind]

Maybe Grandpa can relive his youth and get bound and gagged again for old times sake.

[Carelesshealer]

i wonder if he built up his supplies since then ballgags cuffs toe and thumb cuffs but seems like its gonna be fun xD

[TulHakkar]

Its aways great to see your work once again.

[BoudBoy22]

Thank you so much, guys. Next chapter tomorrow

[squirrel]

So glad to see posting again @BoudBoy22 ! I bet Polo can't wait for the next day

[harveygasson]

Definitely hope you keep going with this story it's great so far!

[Redman]

Quick! Somebody tell @BoudBoy22 the site is back up!

[Smythdean]

Great start. I’m excited

[alkaid_]

damm it!!! this polo is a crazy kiddo...

and he discovered an interesting familiar secret!!! and lil polo have a lil friend what he wanna kepp tied

[TightropesEU]

It stays in the family, keep going

[am_crak]

You have written fantastic stories.

I like all of them.

Congratulations.

[alkaid_]

Thank you so much, guys. Next chapter tomorrow

hey!!! you left us Intrigued with the update

[BoudBoy22]

Polo returned home when the sun was at its highest point. The boy forgot to put on sunscreen, so he pedaled as fast as he could so that his pale skin would not get burned by the sun's rays. With his hair damp from sweat he entered the house and as he passed the kitchen he froze. Remy was sitting drinking in the dining room along with his mom. The woman stood up as soon as she saw Polo standing there and saying nothing.

"Oh, hi honey, how did it go at Grandpa's?" the woman said as she approached.

"All good, Mom... Mom, what's he doing here?" whispered Polo as he looked sideways at Remy, the other boy saw him and waved.

"Ah, Remy, remember we had to paint the fence? Well Remy offered to help me, he's very nice. You should go say hello to him, don't be rude. Take the opportunity to have a drink, you're a little hot. And then go upstairs and take a shower," said Polo's mother and retired to another room.

Polo hesitated for a moment and slowly approached the kitchen. Remy was no longer shirtless and had white paint stains on his arms and face, but his green eyes were shining.

"Hi," Polo said barely looking at Remy, then awkwardly picked up a glass and began to fill it with juice.

"How are you?, your mom invited me to get something to eat, I hope you don't mind" Remy replied with a smile.

"Ah.. no, don't worry."

"Are you going to study at the town school after the vacations? I'm going to ninth grade, what about you?"

"Yeah, uh, we'll be here for a long time so yeah. I'm also going to ninth grade" replied Polo.

"Great, hopefully we'll be classmates. Well, I guess we haven't officially introduced ourselves" said Remy and stretched out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Remy" said Polo and shook Remy's hand. The contact with the tousled-haired boy's skin sent a wave of electricity that shook his whole body, triggering his serotonin levels.

"Likewise, Polo. I think we both need a shower," Remy said.

Polo noticed that he had sweat stains under his armpits and felt embarrassed.

"Luckily I know a secret place where we can shower without anyone bothering us, and the best part is that it's outdoors. Do you want to go with me?" said Remy.

Polo couldn't help but feel both intimidated and excited at the same time. Remy spoke with a lot of energy and his expressive eyes didn't leave his when he said something.

"I...I...uh, I have to ask my mom," Polo said.

"Go ahead, hurry up and ask her."

Polo went to find his mother and when she gave him permission to go with Remy both boys set off cheerfully. Remy led the way, apparently he knew even the most hidden places in that town. Along the way the two boys got to know each other better and in the end Polo felt more confident with Remy's presence. The two boys had many things in common, they were only children, they liked art, Polo liked to draw and Remy liked to play the piano and the guitar, something he said he was very good at.

Remy finally took Polo to a beautiful pond in the middle of a forest clearing. The water was calm and crystal clear. Without thinking, Remy shed his t-shirt and shorts and jumped into the water.

"Come on, the water is cool" shouted Remy after getting out of the water.

"Yeah... I'm coming" said Polo, hesitating whether he should enter the water or not.

"Hurry up Polo, or can't you swim?"

"Yes, I can swim, but I haven't done it for a long time" replied Polo.

"Come on, and take off your clothes, you're not going to be able to swim in all those clothes."

Polo began to take off his shirt. Unlike Remy, who had a somewhat exercised body, Polo was quite skinny and flat and that made him feel embarrassed. Finally he took off the cargo shorts he was wearing, his tennis shoes and socks and jumped into the water wearing only his boxer shorts.

Polo and Remy spent hours playing in the lagoon until they finally decided to return home, promising to do it again the next day.

The next morning Polo set off on his bicycle in the direction of his grandfather's house, as usual. He looked around Remy's house, but he didn't see him anywhere. Polo had thought about inviting Remy to his grandfather's house, but he remembered that his grandfather had promised him he would tie him up and he didn't want Remy to think he was weird. So the blond boy mounted his bike and headed for his grandfather's house.

"All right, son, are you ready?"

Polo nodded. He was sitting in an armless wooden chair while his grandfather prepared the long lengths of white rope he was about to use to tie him up.

"I'm asking you again, are you sure? It probably scares you a little, most boys are terrified of being tied up" asked Grandpa.

"I'm sure, Grandpa" said Polo, but he couldn't help but feel nervous, his heart beating very fast and his hands shaking.

Grandpa then gently placed Polo's hands behind the back of the chair, the boy crossed his wrists, anxious for the ropes to encircle them. Many images flashed through Polo's mind, his grandfather being a boy his age writhing on the floor completely bound and gagged. Images of Remy struggling in an armchair with his hands tied behind his back, his ankles bound and his legs bent with his heels almost touching his ass. There were layers of duct tape wrapped around Remy's mouth, yet he could still make out his smile underneath.

When the rope brushed against Polo's skin Polo felt an electric current that made him shiver, he clenched his fists tightly and bit his lower lip.

"I want you to relax, son," said Grandpa. Polo took a deep breath and relaxed, something that was no easy task, for as the ropes were wound and thought around his slender wrists the excitement mounted.

"Done, hands tied, how do you feel?"

Polo twisted his wrists and fumbled with his fingers for the knots, but found nothing but the wide, tight band that held them firmly behind his back.

Omg, Grandpa, this is tight, but surprisingly comfortable. Keep going please.”

Grandpa continued, this time the ropes rolled his chest and shoulders to hold his torso to the back of the chair. As Polo finished he felt very helpless, as if he was trapped in a big hug. After confirming that Polo was comfortable, Grandpa took the last strips of rope to tie Polo's ankles to the front legs of the chair, luckily Polo had put on long socks that could cover that area, although he couldn't say the same for his wrists, there would be marks on the skin and he had to hide them from his parents.

“One last touch. A prisoner should always be silent, to keep him from screaming for help” Grandfather said, taking a white handkerchief.

Polo laughed a little, but he wanted his gag to be a little more effective.

“Grandpa, do you have any duct tape? You can add some over the handkerchief.”

“Well, I didn't want to be so rough with you, but if you want it so badly here I go” Grandpa said and went to get the duct tape. Polo took the opportunity to enjoy his situation, he squirmed hard, he puffed out his chest to check how tight the ropes were around his torso, he even tried to get up from the chair, but in vain. Polo felt very satisfied, the reality had exceeded his expectations.

“Done, look at this. Industrial grade duct tape, aggressive adhesive. You don't want to have this stuck in your hair. Luckily this stuff wasn't common when I was a kid” said Grandpa as he held up a thick roll of stringy, silver duct tape.

“Open your mouth” said Grandpa and tied the bandana between Polo's teeth and then knotted it behind the back of his neck. After that Grandpa neatly cut a long piece of duct tape and slowly stuck it over Polo's lips, smoothing it with his fingers. Finally a second strip of tape was applied over the boy's mouth, leaving the lower part of his face covered with the sticky, silvery material. Polo checked to see how gagged he was, the handkerchief pulled his lips slightly but the tape stuck too well on his skin.

“All right, Polo. You have half an hour to have fun, I know you won't be able to get free but at least try. But if you don't want to play anymore just moan a little.

“Mmmfmfmgg” nodded Polo. He wished his grandfather had put a blindfold on him but he could no longer talk with that effective gag.

Grandpa went out into the garden and left Polo alone in the living room, wriggling and snorting through his nose. Polo liked that feeling of being alone somewhere, bound and gagged, like a real prisoner or kidnapped child. The chair squeaked with every attempt Polo made to loosen the ropes that bound him to the chair, but to no avail. He made movements with his mouth to try to loosen the strips of adhesive tape that covered his mouth, but the tied scarf would not allow him to do so. The minutes passed very quickly for Polo, it was already starting to get hot and the boy began to sweat from the effort.

“All right, son, that's all for today. Tomorrow we can try again” said the grandfather as he slowly ripped the strips of duct tape from his grandson's mouth. Polo closed his eyes and made a new one of pain, where the duct tape had been there was now a big red mark. The handkerchief fell over Polo's neck and Polo was finally able to speak.

“Thank you very much, grandfather. That was extreme, almost like riding the roller coaster” gasped Polo.

“I'm glad you liked it, son, I knew some descendant of mine would inherit my peculiar tastes. I tried it with your father when he was your age, or maybe younger, but he didn't like it, he got bored very quickly” said Grandpa.

“At least you have me” said Polo.

“I know, go wash your face and wait a bit before going back to your house, I don't want your parents to see those marks on your cheeks” said grandpa as he finished untying Polo.

At noon, Polo returned home and saw Remy in the garden of his house. The boy with the tousled hair greeted him and asked him to come to his house. Polo didn't think twice and went to Remy's house. They both greeted each other and Remy took Polo to his room. It was a nice room with toys that Remy no longer used, books and some dirty clothes lying on the floor. There were posters of musical instruments and rock bands. On a small table was a roll of silver duct tape. Polo looked intently at that object and suddenly Remy takes it and cuts a piece.

“Look at this, it's very funny” said Remy and surprisingly he stuck the piece of duct tape over his mouth and smoothed it with his fingers. Polo couldn't believe his eyes, his fantasies and drawings were coming true. Remy started trying to talk with his mouth taped over while making funny faces, as Polo watched him intently, laughing from time to time.

“Ahhhhg, now that's sticky,” Remy said as he pulled the tape off his mouth.

"Boy, it sure is," said Polo.

"Doesn't he remind you of someone? The guy who puts black duct tape over his mouth and does comedy. Don't tell me you haven't seen him on the internet" said Remy.

"I think I have," said Polo. Of course he had seen it, in his internet searches for bound and gagged guys at some point he came across a video of the famous "Tape mouth boy".

"Well, before we go to the lagoon, I wanted to show you the last song I composed with my guitar" Remy said very excited and pulled out his guitar.

Polo simply planned to take Remy to his grandfather's house the next day and hopefully they could both end up bound and gagged.

[Snozzberry]

Polo bound to a chair and gagged, what an exquisite present for Remy to tease and tickle for the rest of the summer. Of course Remy will have to repay Polo for all the fun, I just don't know how that would be possible though.

[Redman]

Wow that's awesome! Thank you for continuing this, BoudBoy22! It's great to see Remy might be interested in bondage too!

[Smythdean]

What a fantastic continuation. Really enjoyed that. I hope polo gets bound by grandpa again soon

[TuggyMale]

Polo returned home when the sun was at its highest point. The boy forgot to put on sunscreen, so he pedaled as fast as he could so that his pale skin would not get burned by the sun's rays. With his hair damp from sweat he entered the house and as he passed the kitchen he froze. Remy was sitting drinking in the dining room along with his mom. The woman stood up as soon as she saw Polo standing there and saying nothing.

"Oh, hi honey, how did it go at Grandpa's?" the woman said as she approached.

"All good, Mom... Mom, what's he doing here?" whispered Polo as he looked sideways at Remy, the other boy saw him and waved.

"Ah, Remy, remember we had to paint the fence? Well Remy offered to help me, he's very nice. You should go say hello to him, don't be rude. Take the opportunity to have a drink, you're a little hot. And then go upstairs and take a shower," said Polo's mother and retired to another room.

Polo hesitated for a moment and slowly approached the kitchen. Remy was no longer shirtless and had white paint stains on his arms and face, but his green eyes were shining.

"Hi," Polo said barely looking at Remy, then awkwardly picked up a glass and began to fill it with juice.

"How are you?, your mom invited me to get something to eat, I hope you don't mind" Remy replied with a smile.

"Ah.. no, don't worry."

"Are you going to study at the town school after the vacations? I'm going to ninth grade, what about you?"

"Yeah, uh, we'll be here for a long time so yeah. I'm also going to ninth grade" replied Polo.

"Great, hopefully we'll be classmates. Well, I guess we haven't officially introduced ourselves" said Remy and stretched out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Remy" said Polo and shook Remy's hand. The contact with the tousled-haired boy's skin sent a wave of electricity that shook his whole body, triggering his serotonin levels.

"Likewise, Polo. I think we both need a shower," Remy said.

Polo noticed that he had sweat stains under his armpits and felt embarrassed.

"Luckily I know a secret place where we can shower without anyone bothering us, and the best part is that it's outdoors. Do you want to go with me?" said Remy.

Polo couldn't help but feel both intimidated and excited at the same time. Remy spoke with a lot of energy and his expressive eyes didn't leave his when he said something.

"I...I...uh, I have to ask my mom," Polo said.

"Go ahead, hurry up and ask her."

Polo went to find his mother and when she gave him permission to go with Remy both boys set off cheerfully. Remy led the way, apparently he knew even the most hidden places in that town. Along the way the two boys got to know each other better and in the end Polo felt more confident with Remy's presence. The two boys had many things in common, they were only children, they liked art, Polo liked to draw and Remy liked to play the piano and the guitar, something he said he was very good at.

Remy finally took Polo to a beautiful pond in the middle of a forest clearing. The water was calm and crystal clear. Without thinking, Remy shed his t-shirt and shorts and jumped into the water.

"Come on, the water is cool" shouted Remy after getting out of the water.

"Yeah... I'm coming" said Polo, hesitating whether he should enter the water or not.

"Hurry up Polo, or can't you swim?"

"Yes, I can swim, but I haven't done it for a long time" replied Polo.

"Come on, and take off your clothes, you're not going to be able to swim in all those clothes."

Polo began to take off his shirt. Unlike Remy, who had a somewhat exercised body, Polo was quite skinny and flat and that made him feel embarrassed. Finally he took off the cargo shorts he was wearing, his tennis shoes and socks and jumped into the water wearing only his boxer shorts.

Polo and Remy spent hours playing in the lagoon until they finally decided to return home, promising to do it again the next day.

The next morning Polo set off on his bicycle in the direction of his grandfather's house, as usual. He looked around Remy's house, but he didn't see him anywhere. Polo had thought about inviting Remy to his grandfather's house, but he remembered that his grandfather had promised him he would tie him up and he didn't want Remy to think he was weird. So the blond boy mounted his bike and headed for his grandfather's house.

"All right, son, are you ready?"

Polo nodded. He was sitting in an armless wooden chair while his grandfather prepared the long lengths of white rope he was about to use to tie him up.

"I'm asking you again, are you sure? It probably scares you a little, most boys are terrified of being tied up" asked Grandpa.

"I'm sure, Grandpa" said Polo, but he couldn't help but feel nervous, his heart beating very fast and his hands shaking.

Grandpa then gently placed Polo's hands behind the back of the chair, the boy crossed his wrists, anxious for the ropes to encircle them. Many images flashed through Polo's mind, his grandfather being a boy his age writhing on the floor completely bound and gagged. Images of Remy struggling in an armchair with his hands tied behind his back, his ankles bound and his legs bent with his heels almost touching his ass. There were layers of duct tape wrapped around Remy's mouth, yet he could still make out his smile underneath.

When the rope brushed against Polo's skin Polo felt an electric current that made him shiver, he clenched his fists tightly and bit his lower lip.

"I want you to relax, son," said Grandpa. Polo took a deep breath and relaxed, something that was no easy task, for as the ropes were wound and thought around his slender wrists the excitement mounted.

"Done, hands tied, how do you feel?"

Polo twisted his wrists and fumbled with his fingers for the knots, but found nothing but the wide, tight band that held them firmly behind his back.

Omg, Grandpa, this is tight, but surprisingly comfortable. Keep going please.”

Grandpa continued, this time the ropes rolled his chest and shoulders to hold his torso to the back of the chair. As Polo finished he felt very helpless, as if he was trapped in a big hug. After confirming that Polo was comfortable, Grandpa took the last strips of rope to tie Polo's ankles to the front legs of the chair, luckily Polo had put on long socks that could cover that area, although he couldn't say the same for his wrists, there would be marks on the skin and he had to hide them from his parents.

“One last touch. A prisoner should always be silent, to keep him from screaming for help” Grandfather said, taking a white handkerchief.

Polo laughed a little, but he wanted his gag to be a little more effective.

“Grandpa, do you have any duct tape? You can add some over the handkerchief.”

“Well, I didn't want to be so rough with you, but if you want it so badly here I go” Grandpa said and went to get the duct tape. Polo took the opportunity to enjoy his situation, he squirmed hard, he puffed out his chest to check how tight the ropes were around his torso, he even tried to get up from the chair, but in vain. Polo felt very satisfied, the reality had exceeded his expectations.

“Done, look at this. Industrial grade duct tape, aggressive adhesive. You don't want to have this stuck in your hair. Luckily this stuff wasn't common when I was a kid” said Grandpa as he held up a thick roll of stringy, silver duct tape.

“Open your mouth” said Grandpa and tied the bandana between Polo's teeth and then knotted it behind the back of his neck. After that Grandpa neatly cut a long piece of duct tape and slowly stuck it over Polo's lips, smoothing it with his fingers. Finally a second strip of tape was applied over the boy's mouth, leaving the lower part of his face covered with the sticky, silvery material. Polo checked to see how gagged he was, the handkerchief pulled his lips slightly but the tape stuck too well on his skin.

“All right, Polo. You have half an hour to have fun, I know you won't be able to get free but at least try. But if you don't want to play anymore just moan a little.

“Mmmfmfmgg” nodded Polo. He wished his grandfather had put a blindfold on him but he could no longer talk with that effective gag.

Grandpa went out into the garden and left Polo alone in the living room, wriggling and snorting through his nose. Polo liked that feeling of being alone somewhere, bound and gagged, like a real prisoner or kidnapped child. The chair squeaked with every attempt Polo made to loosen the ropes that bound him to the chair, but to no avail. He made movements with his mouth to try to loosen the strips of adhesive tape that covered his mouth, but the tied scarf would not allow him to do so. The minutes passed very quickly for Polo, it was already starting to get hot and the boy began to sweat from the effort.

“All right, son, that's all for today. Tomorrow we can try again” said the grandfather as he slowly ripped the strips of duct tape from his grandson's mouth. Polo closed his eyes and made a new one of pain, where the duct tape had been there was now a big red mark. The handkerchief fell over Polo's neck and Polo was finally able to speak.

“Thank you very much, grandfather. That was extreme, almost like riding the roller coaster” gasped Polo.

“I'm glad you liked it, son, I knew some descendant of mine would inherit my peculiar tastes. I tried it with your father when he was your age, or maybe younger, but he didn't like it, he got bored very quickly” said Grandpa.

“At least you have me” said Polo.

“I know, go wash your face and wait a bit before going back to your house, I don't want your parents to see those marks on your cheeks” said grandpa as he finished untying Polo.

At noon, Polo returned home and saw Remy in the garden of his house. The boy with the tousled hair greeted him and asked him to come to his house. Polo didn't think twice and went to Remy's house. They both greeted each other and Remy took Polo to his room. It was a nice room with toys that Remy no longer used, books and some dirty clothes lying on the floor. There were posters of musical instruments and rock bands. On a small table was a roll of silver duct tape. Polo looked intently at that object and suddenly Remy takes it and cuts a piece.

“Look at this, it's very funny” said Remy and surprisingly he stuck the piece of duct tape over his mouth and smoothed it with his fingers. Polo couldn't believe his eyes, his fantasies and drawings were coming true. Remy started trying to talk with his mouth taped over while making funny faces, as Polo watched him intently, laughing from time to time.

“Ahhhhg, now that's sticky,” Remy said as he pulled the tape off his mouth.

"Boy, it sure is," said Polo.

"Doesn't he remind you of someone? The guy who puts black duct tape over his mouth and does comedy. Don't tell me you haven't seen him on the internet" said Remy.

"I think I have," said Polo. Of course he had seen it, in his internet searches for bound and gagged guys at some point he came across a video of the famous "Tape mouth boy".

"Well, before we go to the lagoon, I wanted to show you the last song I composed with my guitar" Remy said very excited and pulled out his guitar.

Polo simply planned to take Remy to his grandfather's house the next day and hopefully they could both end up bound and gagged.

Yay, we finally got part 2. And it’s absolutely awesome!

Please, keep going, this is incredible

[squirrel]

So glad to see you continue this story! Seems like Polo will spend a lot of time with his grandfather from now on