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Intruder! (M/m)
Intruder! (M/m)
It was a warm summer evening, and 11 year old Shawn lounged in his bed after a shower. His dirty blond hair looked light brown as it was still damp. Since he was winding down for the night, he only wore a pair of red boxer briefs and a grey t shirt with the Nike logo on the front. He was playing on his phone, reading the latest updates on tugstories.
Suddenly, his bedroom door burst open and a tall figure in black stepped inside. Shawn jumped, dropping his phone on the mattress beside him. His brown eyes went wide as saucers. The man (Shawn assumed it was a man) wore blue jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, leather gloves, and a strange looking ski mask. It had a very thin slit for the eyes and gave the impression that there were folds of fabric around the intruder's head, with more fabric bunched around his neck.
"Don't move, kid." The man hissed in a menacing voice as he stalked acrosis the room to Shawn's bedside.
"Who... Who are you?" Shawn asked, trembling. "What do you want?"
The man reached out and seized Shawn by the arm, his leather clad fingers tightening around the boy's thin arm like a vice. "I'm here for you. Now come here!"
The intruder roughly dragged Shawn off his bed, only to bend him over the edge of the mattress. His arms were pulled behind his back, and the unmistakable sound of duct tape met Shawn's ears. Moments later, his wrists were stuck together, the glue pressing into his skin.
"Let me go!" Shawn demanded, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice.
"Shut up, brat!" The intruder growled, slapping Shawn's backside sharply. More tape was peeled off the roll, and the whole roll was brought in front of his face. A piece was pressed to his left cheek and the tape was wrapped around his head 3 times, sealing his lips. The distinctive smell filled his nostrils.
"Mmm!" Shawn protested into his gag.
The intruder grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him up to his feet. Shawn was turned towards the door, and the man placed a gloved hand on the back of his neck. With a gruff push, the intruder led Shawn out to the hallway, turning his bedroom light out on the way. He was marched down the stairs to the main floor, and turned to walk to the kitchen. The intruder's boots thumped on the hardwood floors, contrasting with Shawn's bare feet padding softly as they approached the back door. The man opened the door, and pushed the boy out to the deck, and turned right towards the driveway, where a sedan was parked.
Shawn's stomach did a somersault as he realized what was happening. OMG I'm being kidnapped! He began to struggle in earnest, but the leather hand on his neck tightened, another grabbed his arm, and he was forced towards the waiting car. His heart began racing as thee pair reached the pavement of the driveway. The man stopped, took a hand off Shawn's neck to open the trunk.
"All right, brat. In you go." The kidnapper lifted Shawn off the ground and dumped him into the trunk. Then grabbed his ankles and wrapped more duct tape around them, then dropped his feet inside. Shawn trembled in the trunk, looking up at his captor helplessly.
"Mmph! Hrmm mm grmmph!" He tried to scream.
"Have a good trip!" The man said with a laugh.
The trunk lid shut on Shawn, leaving him in darkness. Shawn rolled around trying hard to keep his breathing under control. The engine started, and the car began to move. He struggled some more, grunting and groaning into his tape gag as the car drove him away from his home. It wasn't long before Shawn lost track of time. He may have been in the car for 5 minutes, or it may have been half an hour. All he knew was that at one point, the car stopped, the kidnapper got out for a short time, returned and the car moved again. The whole trip left him shaking and sweating.
Then the car stopped again. This time, the footsteps approached the trunk, and the lock was toggled. Shawn blinked as the trunk opened, revealing his masked kidnapper towering over him, with a light behind him. The man reached down and heaved the boy out of the trunk, and set his bound bare feet on rough concrete. As Shawn blinked to adapt to the light, he saw they were parked at an open garage with one bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. A gloved hand gripped the back of his neck and he was forced to hop into the garage. The door fell shut behind them, slamming with finality. The sound sent shivers down Shawn's spine. The boy was forced to hop across the cement floor to the back wall, and pushed to the floor, with his feet sticking straight out in front of him. He looked up at his captor and whined.
"Let me go." Shawn said, realizing that the tape had lost its stickiness on the ride.
"No." The man growled. "Looks like you need a better gag, brat." He roughly tore the tape off his head, making Shawn wince as it tore off his hair.
"No! I wanna go home!" Shawn cried out defiantly. Then he took a deep breath. "HELLLPP! SOMBODY HELMMPH!" his cries were silenced by a gloved hand clamping down on his mouth.
"Shut up, brat!" The kidnapper hissed. "You're MINE now, understand?"
Shawn whined helplessly into the man's gloved hand and tried to bite, but he knew he wouldn't hurt his captor. So he chewed the leather glove even harder. "Hrrmmph."
"Aww, you like this glove, kid?" The kidnapper teased, pushing a finger inside Shawn's mouth. "Huh? You wanna chew on my leather gloves?"
"Rrrmmph!" Shawn protested, although the taste wasn't completely disagreeable. Still, the finger inside his cheek felt... Strange.
The man pushed another finger inside and grabbed the duct tape with his free hand. "Go ahead, brat. Bite all you want. Go on. I dare you!" He tapped the roll of tape on Shawn's forehead.
The boy growled and thrashed against his kidnapper and obeyed. He clamped his teeth down on the two fingers in his cheek. As he bore down, the man shoved his hand further, then withdrew his hand. But the glove stayed in Shawn's mouth! The kidnapper stuffed the remainder of his glove inside, then began wrapping the duct tape around his head even tighter than before. The glove was pushed to the back of the boy's mouth and trapped by the tape. He couldn't spit it out or move his jaw anymore.
"Mmmmph!" Shawn cried out.
"There we go, brat!" The kidnapper said, tossing the tape aside. "Go ahead and call for help. No one can hear you now!"
Shawn began to scream into the gag, and it was an effective gag indeed. All he did was scream himself hoarse as he thrashed around on the cold garage floor. He was so embarrassed to be sitting there in only a t shirt and his underwear. He blushed as he tried desperately to escape. And all the while, his captor taunted him about his predicament, occasionally smacking him on the cheek.
"Mmmph mmmm mph hmm!" Shawn said, giving into his helplessness slowly.
"That's right! You can't get out and you never will!" The man hissed, kneeling in front of Shawn. If not for the mask, spittle would have flown onto his face. "You're stuck here for the rest of your life!"
Then the man reached his gloved hand out and clamped it over Shawn's gagged mouth. One finger nearly covered his nose. Shawn tried to back away, but his head met the brick wall and he couldn't get away from his masked captor pressing against him. Suddenly, it was very hard to breathe. Shawn felt the glove in his mouth getting dangerously close to his throat. His eyes widened and he shook his head grunting. Real panic was setting in. And just then, he remembered a story he'd read on the tugs board.
Shawn closed his eyes and snapped his fingers. An instant later, the hand left his mouth and the tape was ripped off, the leather glove extracted.
"You okay?" The masked man asked, with no edge to his voice anymore.
"Yeah." Shawn said, coughing. "I almost swallowed the glove. I panicked."
"Okay. Game over." The guy pulled the mask off, revealing that it was a black t shirt that he'd tied around his head. He had the same light brown hair as Shawn. "Sorry buddy."
"It's fine dad." Shawn said, smiling up at his father. "I... I can stay kidnapped a while longer."
"No, your voice is all scratchy now." His father said. "I don't want to gag you again tonight."
"Aww, okay. At least let me keep my hands and feet tied?" Shawn asked.
"Nah," his dad laughed. "I worry the neighbors might have heard you scream. I don't need them getting nosy about why a tied up boy is being carried around the yard." He began tearing the tape off Shawn's legs.
"Yeah..." Shawn agreed, blushing. "And, I'm not dressed..."
"That's on you." Shawn's father said, ruffling the boy's hair. "You said, 'Dad, I want you to kidnap me. Don't tell me when or how and just take me no matter what, even if I tell you to let me go.' Remember?"
"Yeah." Shawn said as his wrists were freed.
"Yep. You didn't say you had to be dressed. And I doubt a real kidnapper would take the time to let you get dressed before taking you. All you said was that snapping your fingers meant you needed to stop." He offered Shawn his hand.
"That's true." Shawn said, taking his dad's hand and standing up. Then he grinned and hugged him. "It felt pretty real. And the trunk ride was awesome! Thanks for playing with me dad!"
"It was fun!" Dad said, hugging his son close. "Also, I got us a treat while we were out. Chocolate covered pretzels, and some sodas!"
"All right!" Shawn broke the hug, and then the pair opened the garage. With a careful glance side to side, Shawn ran across the driveway and back to his backdoor to get inside while his dad trapped the treats out of the car. Soon the pair were sitting on the couch together, watching tv together.
"Can we do this again sometime?" Shawn asked.
"You betcha!" His dad said, ruffling his hair again.
THE END
Suddenly, his bedroom door burst open and a tall figure in black stepped inside. Shawn jumped, dropping his phone on the mattress beside him. His brown eyes went wide as saucers. The man (Shawn assumed it was a man) wore blue jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, leather gloves, and a strange looking ski mask. It had a very thin slit for the eyes and gave the impression that there were folds of fabric around the intruder's head, with more fabric bunched around his neck.
"Don't move, kid." The man hissed in a menacing voice as he stalked acrosis the room to Shawn's bedside.
"Who... Who are you?" Shawn asked, trembling. "What do you want?"
The man reached out and seized Shawn by the arm, his leather clad fingers tightening around the boy's thin arm like a vice. "I'm here for you. Now come here!"
The intruder roughly dragged Shawn off his bed, only to bend him over the edge of the mattress. His arms were pulled behind his back, and the unmistakable sound of duct tape met Shawn's ears. Moments later, his wrists were stuck together, the glue pressing into his skin.
"Let me go!" Shawn demanded, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice.
"Shut up, brat!" The intruder growled, slapping Shawn's backside sharply. More tape was peeled off the roll, and the whole roll was brought in front of his face. A piece was pressed to his left cheek and the tape was wrapped around his head 3 times, sealing his lips. The distinctive smell filled his nostrils.
"Mmm!" Shawn protested into his gag.
The intruder grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him up to his feet. Shawn was turned towards the door, and the man placed a gloved hand on the back of his neck. With a gruff push, the intruder led Shawn out to the hallway, turning his bedroom light out on the way. He was marched down the stairs to the main floor, and turned to walk to the kitchen. The intruder's boots thumped on the hardwood floors, contrasting with Shawn's bare feet padding softly as they approached the back door. The man opened the door, and pushed the boy out to the deck, and turned right towards the driveway, where a sedan was parked.
Shawn's stomach did a somersault as he realized what was happening. OMG I'm being kidnapped! He began to struggle in earnest, but the leather hand on his neck tightened, another grabbed his arm, and he was forced towards the waiting car. His heart began racing as thee pair reached the pavement of the driveway. The man stopped, took a hand off Shawn's neck to open the trunk.
"All right, brat. In you go." The kidnapper lifted Shawn off the ground and dumped him into the trunk. Then grabbed his ankles and wrapped more duct tape around them, then dropped his feet inside. Shawn trembled in the trunk, looking up at his captor helplessly.
"Mmph! Hrmm mm grmmph!" He tried to scream.
"Have a good trip!" The man said with a laugh.
The trunk lid shut on Shawn, leaving him in darkness. Shawn rolled around trying hard to keep his breathing under control. The engine started, and the car began to move. He struggled some more, grunting and groaning into his tape gag as the car drove him away from his home. It wasn't long before Shawn lost track of time. He may have been in the car for 5 minutes, or it may have been half an hour. All he knew was that at one point, the car stopped, the kidnapper got out for a short time, returned and the car moved again. The whole trip left him shaking and sweating.
Then the car stopped again. This time, the footsteps approached the trunk, and the lock was toggled. Shawn blinked as the trunk opened, revealing his masked kidnapper towering over him, with a light behind him. The man reached down and heaved the boy out of the trunk, and set his bound bare feet on rough concrete. As Shawn blinked to adapt to the light, he saw they were parked at an open garage with one bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. A gloved hand gripped the back of his neck and he was forced to hop into the garage. The door fell shut behind them, slamming with finality. The sound sent shivers down Shawn's spine. The boy was forced to hop across the cement floor to the back wall, and pushed to the floor, with his feet sticking straight out in front of him. He looked up at his captor and whined.
"Let me go." Shawn said, realizing that the tape had lost its stickiness on the ride.
"No." The man growled. "Looks like you need a better gag, brat." He roughly tore the tape off his head, making Shawn wince as it tore off his hair.
"No! I wanna go home!" Shawn cried out defiantly. Then he took a deep breath. "HELLLPP! SOMBODY HELMMPH!" his cries were silenced by a gloved hand clamping down on his mouth.
"Shut up, brat!" The kidnapper hissed. "You're MINE now, understand?"
Shawn whined helplessly into the man's gloved hand and tried to bite, but he knew he wouldn't hurt his captor. So he chewed the leather glove even harder. "Hrrmmph."
"Aww, you like this glove, kid?" The kidnapper teased, pushing a finger inside Shawn's mouth. "Huh? You wanna chew on my leather gloves?"
"Rrrmmph!" Shawn protested, although the taste wasn't completely disagreeable. Still, the finger inside his cheek felt... Strange.
The man pushed another finger inside and grabbed the duct tape with his free hand. "Go ahead, brat. Bite all you want. Go on. I dare you!" He tapped the roll of tape on Shawn's forehead.
The boy growled and thrashed against his kidnapper and obeyed. He clamped his teeth down on the two fingers in his cheek. As he bore down, the man shoved his hand further, then withdrew his hand. But the glove stayed in Shawn's mouth! The kidnapper stuffed the remainder of his glove inside, then began wrapping the duct tape around his head even tighter than before. The glove was pushed to the back of the boy's mouth and trapped by the tape. He couldn't spit it out or move his jaw anymore.
"Mmmmph!" Shawn cried out.
"There we go, brat!" The kidnapper said, tossing the tape aside. "Go ahead and call for help. No one can hear you now!"
Shawn began to scream into the gag, and it was an effective gag indeed. All he did was scream himself hoarse as he thrashed around on the cold garage floor. He was so embarrassed to be sitting there in only a t shirt and his underwear. He blushed as he tried desperately to escape. And all the while, his captor taunted him about his predicament, occasionally smacking him on the cheek.
"Mmmph mmmm mph hmm!" Shawn said, giving into his helplessness slowly.
"That's right! You can't get out and you never will!" The man hissed, kneeling in front of Shawn. If not for the mask, spittle would have flown onto his face. "You're stuck here for the rest of your life!"
Then the man reached his gloved hand out and clamped it over Shawn's gagged mouth. One finger nearly covered his nose. Shawn tried to back away, but his head met the brick wall and he couldn't get away from his masked captor pressing against him. Suddenly, it was very hard to breathe. Shawn felt the glove in his mouth getting dangerously close to his throat. His eyes widened and he shook his head grunting. Real panic was setting in. And just then, he remembered a story he'd read on the tugs board.
Shawn closed his eyes and snapped his fingers. An instant later, the hand left his mouth and the tape was ripped off, the leather glove extracted.
"You okay?" The masked man asked, with no edge to his voice anymore.
"Yeah." Shawn said, coughing. "I almost swallowed the glove. I panicked."
"Okay. Game over." The guy pulled the mask off, revealing that it was a black t shirt that he'd tied around his head. He had the same light brown hair as Shawn. "Sorry buddy."
"It's fine dad." Shawn said, smiling up at his father. "I... I can stay kidnapped a while longer."
"No, your voice is all scratchy now." His father said. "I don't want to gag you again tonight."
"Aww, okay. At least let me keep my hands and feet tied?" Shawn asked.
"Nah," his dad laughed. "I worry the neighbors might have heard you scream. I don't need them getting nosy about why a tied up boy is being carried around the yard." He began tearing the tape off Shawn's legs.
"Yeah..." Shawn agreed, blushing. "And, I'm not dressed..."
"That's on you." Shawn's father said, ruffling the boy's hair. "You said, 'Dad, I want you to kidnap me. Don't tell me when or how and just take me no matter what, even if I tell you to let me go.' Remember?"
"Yeah." Shawn said as his wrists were freed.
"Yep. You didn't say you had to be dressed. And I doubt a real kidnapper would take the time to let you get dressed before taking you. All you said was that snapping your fingers meant you needed to stop." He offered Shawn his hand.
"That's true." Shawn said, taking his dad's hand and standing up. Then he grinned and hugged him. "It felt pretty real. And the trunk ride was awesome! Thanks for playing with me dad!"
"It was fun!" Dad said, hugging his son close. "Also, I got us a treat while we were out. Chocolate covered pretzels, and some sodas!"
"All right!" Shawn broke the hug, and then the pair opened the garage. With a careful glance side to side, Shawn ran across the driveway and back to his backdoor to get inside while his dad trapped the treats out of the car. Soon the pair were sitting on the couch together, watching tv together.
"Can we do this again sometime?" Shawn asked.
"You betcha!" His dad said, ruffling his hair again.
THE END
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Man, I loved it. Wow I really thougth it was a real kidnap, but I love a good story about a kinky boy and his father
wow!!!
dad and son quality time!!!
its an amazing story
dad and son quality time!!!
its an amazing story
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Great beginning. It appears Shawn hasn't learned much as he is having a good time, eating, watching TV etcetera.



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My God, this is amazing!
Better use rope, zip ties Or maybe belts next time
I really Love This Story, please Go on
Better use rope, zip ties Or maybe belts next time

I really Love This Story, please Go on
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Fun little story @Redman. Very entertaining!
I loved the light heartedness, the liberal use of duct tape and the leather glove gag. I also wanna point out that I love the attention to detail, such as the distinctive smell of the duct tape as it was being wrapped around the little dweeb's head. Awesome work!
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I think this little tale might be up your alley, guys.
I loved the light heartedness, the liberal use of duct tape and the leather glove gag. I also wanna point out that I love the attention to detail, such as the distinctive smell of the duct tape as it was being wrapped around the little dweeb's head. Awesome work!
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I think this little tale might be up your alley, guys.
That is one great little story! At first I really thought Shawn was getting kidnapped by some stranger... It was a very nice turn of events when I found out who was hiding behind the mask 

Amazing. And the twist was brilliant
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Fun story! I hope you write about more adventures that they have.
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Shawn now needs to experience a real kidnapping so he can write a "Compare And Contrast" paper for his 8th grade English teacher and to give a real kidnapper the pleasure of Shawn's company for 4 or 5 weeks until the ransom is paid. 




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A fun time. Next time Shawn should be kidnapped for ransom.
Thats a Great idea
im. agree
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That would be a great ideaSnozzberry wrote: 3 months ago Shawn now needs to experience a real kidnapping so he can write a "Compare And Contrast" paper for his 8th grade English teacher and to give a real kidnapper the pleasure of Shawn's company for 4 or 5 weeks until the ransom is paid.![]()
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is his dad gonna use more advanced stuff on him?? some toe cuffs a ballgag perhaps
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This is really fun story. I'm also all for him being kidnapped for ransom next time. Maybe he thinks it's his dad and too late he realises the kidnapper is somebody else...?
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Thats a really fun idea. Thinking its a game then discovering its a real kidnapper!adams.keeper wrote: 2 months ago This is really fun story. I'm also all for him being kidnapped for ransom next time. Maybe he thinks it's his dad and too late he realises the kidnapper is somebody else...?
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The kid would be very surprised. Scared but maybe also a bit excited to see what happens?TormentedSlave wrote: 2 months agoThats a really fun idea. Thinking its a game then discovering its a real kidnapper!adams.keeper wrote: 2 months ago This is really fun story. I'm also all for him being kidnapped for ransom next time. Maybe he thinks it's his dad and too late he realises the kidnapper is somebody else...?
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Lol sounds like how I imagined the scenario when I did selfties growing upadams.keeper wrote: 2 months agoThe kid would be very surprised. Scared but maybe also a bit excited to see what happens?TormentedSlave wrote: 2 months agoThats a really fun idea. Thinking its a game then discovering its a real kidnapper!adams.keeper wrote: 2 months ago This is really fun story. I'm also all for him being kidnapped for ransom next time. Maybe he thinks it's his dad and too late he realises the kidnapper is somebody else...?
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We had a very small house so I never did selfties. I bet I missed out! Had I done it, I would of course have hoped for a buglar climbing in through the window just as I was done tying.TormentedSlave wrote: 2 months agoLol sounds like how I imagined the scenario when I did selfties growing upadams.keeper wrote: 2 months agoThe kid would be very surprised. Scared but maybe also a bit excited to see what happens?TormentedSlave wrote: 2 months ago
Thats a really fun idea. Thinking its a game then discovering its a real kidnapper!

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Haha, know the feelingadams.keeper wrote: 2 months agoWe had a very small house so I never did selfties. I bet I missed out! Had I done it, I would of course have hoped for a buglar climbing in through the window just as I was done tying.TormentedSlave wrote: 2 months agoLol sounds like how I imagined the scenario when I did selfties growing upadams.keeper wrote: 2 months ago
The kid would be very surprised. Scared but maybe also a bit excited to see what happens?![]()
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