Polo (M/m) Part 2 added
Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2024 6:09 pm
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."
"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."
