Boys Night (mm/M + M/mm)

[Jeff K]

It all began one cozy winter afternoon on a weekend. My older sister Alison was away at college and my mom and little sister Ashley had gone away for a weekend trip to get some girl time. That just left me (14m), my older brother Henry (16), and my dad at home by ourselves.

Henry and I always enjoyed when it was just the men home, because our dad would get pizza and we would have soda and desserts and things that our mom usually only served in moderation. We'd also get to have movie nights and just generally Dad would make himself available for whatever we wanted to do.

Today it was Super Smash Bros. We weren't much of a video game household, but this was the one exception. For those who don't know, it was a fighting game where you got to play as different existing video game characters. After several rounds of single combat, Henry and I teamed up against Dad and a computer-controlled ally.

I don't remember all the characters we were, but my Dad usually played as Bowser, and I was always Kirby, so those were most likely his and my characters, at least. Well, in spite of Henry having the most experience of the three of us, Dad's team managed to win, which prompted choruses of whining from Henry and I that his computer ally was set to a level that was too high. Dad agreed to lower its level and make it best of three. This time, Henry and I got them twice in a row, securing our victory.

"Ha! We win!" taunted Henry.

Dad laughed, going with the flow of our enthusiasm. "Good work, sons," he said. "Now, what do you want as your prize?"

It was getting late in the afternoon, so no doubt he expected us to request pizza for dinner or ice cream for dessert or something. However, Henry and I held a brief conference, then turned back to him with a gleam in our eyes and blurted out:

"We want to be your prisoners!"

Dad was taken aback. He was used to the fact that I liked getting captured, and probably wasn't too surprised that Henry felt the same way. However, it was definitely unexpected to have that be as a request for winning.

He smiled at us. "But you won. Wouldn't it make more sense if I was your prisoner?"

He said it nonchalantly, and I don't think he meant it as anything other than a statement of fact. However, I latched onto the opportunity and asked "Would you?"

"Would I?"

"Would you be our prisoner?"

Henry seemed shocked at my boldness. I was even more shocked at myself, but I tried to keep a normal face. My dad merely shrugged and said "sure, why not?"

"Cool!" I said, scampering off to collect what I needed, head spinning the whole time. I'd been tied up by Dad before, but this would be my first time getting him back, and I wanted to make it good.

I returned with an assortment of ropes and a red cloth scarf. Dad gave a slightly nervous chuckle when he saw all that. "You're really gonna get me good, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I stammered slightly, "if that's alright, of course."

"Go for it," replied Dad simply.

I shot him a smile and handed some of the ropes over to Henry. He took them, looking much more hesitant than I as he circled around behind our father, who had seated himself on the couch with his hands on his knees.

"Are you sure?" asked Henry.

Dad nodded. "Where do you want my hands?"

Henry looked to me as if he wasn't sure what to say. It was definitely odd being in this position for me, but I sprang into action. "Behind the back, please!"

Dad moved his hands behind his back and Henry began to tie his wrists together with rope. Meanwhile, I went down lower and started on his ankles. It was a slightly overwhelming feeling, tying up my own dad. Not something I ever expected I would get the opportunity to do. I decided to simply enjoy the moment, as he was getting to participate in a part of my games that he had not experienced from me.

"You can make it snugger," Dad said to Henry.

"I don't want to hurt you," Henry replied.

"It's okay," said Dad. "You want it to be good, right?"

I smiled a little. My dad was really putting himself into this as well, showing us that he accepted our games and could go toe-to-toe with us if he wanted to. I finished with his ankles and then took another cord and started to wrap it around his knees. I didn't ask first, but fortunately Dad didn't say anything, merely sat there and accepted it.

Once Henry finished with his hands, he took the last pieces of rope and asked me what to do with it. I told him to wrap it around Dad's arms to pin them to his torso, and Henry complied. Finally finished, we stepped back to take it all in.

Dad was bound sufficiently, looking very much like a helpless captive. It was a little awkward for all of us, so there wasn't a lot of eye contact going on, and none of us really knew what to do next. Then my eyes fell on the scarf.

"Oh yeah!" I said, scooping it up.

"What's that for?" asked Dad, although I'm certain he knew exactly what it was for.

I adopted my best villain voice before responding. "To keep you silent!"

Dad shook his head. "I never agreed to that."

"But it's always part of being captured," said Henry, finally building up the courage to take some initiative.

"Is it?" asked Dad. This time, his tone made it very clear that he wasn't mad or anything, just playing along in his own way.

"Yeah!" I said. "Whenever I'm a prisoner, I get tied up AND gagged."

This made Dad smile. "And you're a prisoner often?" I nodded. "How about you, Henry?"

Henry blushed, but mumbled "a few times."

"And did you have as much fun as Jeff does?" Dad asked.

Henry looked at the ground and shrugged. But then, in the smallest voice, admitted "yeah."

Dad looked back and forth at the two of us, then finally spoke. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you bring the cordless phone down here and dial the pizza place, so I can order us some pizza. Then you can use the scarf on me. But you have to promise me that you'll let me go once the food gets here."

"Okay," I promised, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. I guess holding him captive for only 20 or so minutes was better than nothing.

"But then," he continued, immediately drawing me in again, "after we eat, you both have to be my prisoners!"

I looked at Henry, feeling like I might burst with joy. Henry beamed back at me and we both nodded a little too eagerly. "Oh yes please!"

Dad looked us in the eye and put in his most defiant voice. "Then get on with it."

Henry dashed to collect the phone and the menu. We dialed the number and Dad ordered us a pepperoni pizza and a large coke. Once they gave us the total and the estimated delivery time, we hung up, and then it was time for the main event.

I took the scarf in my hands, placing it over Dad's mouth. He did not open up, and I did not have it in me to ask, so I decided an OTM would be sufficient for today. I guided the scarf behind his head, wrapping it around a second time before tying it off in the back.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Mmmph," responded Dad, drawing laughter from Henry and I.

"Is it comfortable?" Henry asked.

Dad nodded. Then we kinda settled into not being really sure what to do. When we'd capture each other, we would usually involve some sort of torture (very mild, of course), but we didn't feel comfortable doing that to our own father. And we couldn't really make conversation with him gagged, so eventually we decided to just play more Super Smash Bros.

It was a surreal scene, Henry and I sitting on either side of the couch, playing video games, while our dad sat bound and gagged between us. But we played on and checked on him throughout the games, and he just sat there and accepted his fate. What a trooper!

Finally, the doorbell rang, and I removed the gag. Dad instructed Henry where to get cash to pay the pizza guy, while I stayed behind to free him. I thanked Dad for playing along, and he said it was fun. Perhaps he was just being kind, but I appreciated him saying that.

Once Dad had been freed, we gathered at the dinner table to eat. At first we just chowed down like it was a normal day, talking and joking about nothing in particular. Then when we had finished, Dad looked at both of us.

"Alright, dinner's over," he said. "You both still want to be prisoners?"

"Yes please!" I declared. Henry was more self-conscious about his affection for being captured, so he didn't say anything, but he did nod and smile eagerly enough to get the point across.

"Okay, good," said Dad, "so how do you want to do this?"

"What do you mean?" asked Henry. This would be only his third time being tied up ever, and his first time by dad.

"Well, you tell me what you want, and I'll do it," said Dad. "After all, this is your prize for winning, remember?"

"Oh yeah," said Henry, chuckling a little bit at the ridiculousness of it all.

I thought for a bit. "Well, I'd like to be marched along with my hands tied," I said.

Dad nodded. "Okay, I can do that. You too, Henry?"

"Yeah. Behind our backs if you don't mind."

"And gagged too!" I interjected, earning a nod from Henry and a laugh from Dad.

"Sounds good. Is that it?"

Henry responded next. "Could you maybe tie us to the poles downstairs? With our hands above our heads?"

Dad put on his best evil voice. "Ah, this I can do, but be careful. Once your hands are above your heads, there is nothing to protect you from being tortured with the most brutal of tickles!"

Looking back, I'm pretty sure this one was purely a joke, but I blurted out before I could stop myself "yes please!"

Dad frowned. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah. We usually torture each other with tickles anyway. It makes it feel more like we're really prisoners."

Dad looked from me over to Henry. Henry nodded in sheepish agreement. Dad shrugged. "Okay, suit yourselves."

"Can you also capture us?" Henry asked.

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"

"No, I mean, we'll hide and you have to find us."

"You got it," said Dad. "That sounds good enough for today."

We all agreed, and then Dad collected a Nerf pistol to get into character and started to count while Henry and I went off to hide. We decided to hide together, taking up temporary residence behind the couch in our family room.

This was a pretty obvious hiding spot, but we didn't mind being captured quickly, and before too long, Dad had found us and ordered us to come out with our hands up.

Henry and I did, feeling delightfully like prisoners of war. Dad ordered us to lay on the ground, face down. I then felt my wrists being bound behind my back, and a whole shiver of glee ran through my body as the restraints held my hands in place. I turned my head so I could watch Dad bind my older brother, equal parts enjoying his helplessness as well as his clear happiness.

Having been captured, Dad then helped us to stand up, with some amount of difficulty, but not much more than we were used to. Then the gags were produced and put into place. Henry went first, and my heart skipped a beat seeing the bandana go into his mouth, rendering him even more helpless. Then it was my turn and I practically fainted with joy as I accepted my gag eagerly.

Then Dad got out two more ropes, tying one around each of our waists. Holding onto the front of them, he pulled us along behind him as he led us triumphantly through the house, his two defeated captives. Henry and I hung our heads, reveling in the feelings of shame and the wonder of captivity.

Finally, we arrived in the basement. Setting us up with our backs against the poles, Dad first used the rest of the rope that was already around our waists to tether us to the poles. Then he grabbed two other pieces of rope that he had left there and tied our ankles to the poles. Finally, he unbound our hands, then maneuvered them to be above our heads, before finally tying them off up there, rendering us helpless with exposed armpits.

Dad stepped back, looking from one captive to the other. "Okay," he said. "Time for your torture. Are you ready?"

I nodded rapidly, and Henry followed suit. Dad gave us a very fake evil smile (but I love that he tried), and then approached slowly, doing his best to be menacing. He reached Henry first, digging his fingers into my brothers armpits. Henry laughed and cried and thrashed, but the ropes held tight.

Then my dad stepped back, turned towards me, and moved in. My breath quickened with anticipation as his fingertips inched closer and closer until they finally made contact with my skin. Like electricity, the thrill shot through my body as I felt like I was losing control of myself, like I might shatter into a million pieces and the only thing holding me together was the very rope binding me to the pole. I surrendered to the feeling, allowing myself to feel the ecstasy of helplessness. Time seemed to have no meaning, as I may have been there for hours, days, or maybe only a few seconds.

Even had it been for a year, it still would have ended too soon. Once the tickle torture was over, Dad removed our gags to check on us, then graciously offered to let us stay tied up for awhile longer. He headed upstairs to fetch a book, then returned the gags to our mouths once he came back, before sitting and reading aloud to us.

He had picked a Hardy Boys book. I don't remember the exact one, but it was clearly chosen intentionally, as he skipped right to a chapter called "Captured!" or "Prisoners!" or something like that, and he read to us about the two brothers who got in over their heads, fighting against some mob or smugglers or other kind of bad guys, only to be overpowered, tied up, and then forced to face some sort of danger. I listened intently as he read, simply delighting in the tale and feeling very much comforted and accepted.

When it was finally time to be released, I hugged Dad and thanked him for a fun time. That night, when Henry and I were going to bed, we couldn't stop talking about what a fun day it had been. It felt so good to finally have my brother as invested in my "silly little" games as I was.

[Snozzberry]

Such charming polite young men that willingly sacrifice their time so their dad can be happy and feel needed.

🖐🖐

[Redman]

Glad to see you posting more of your memories, Jeff!

[Canuck100]

This was such a great story. It’s fun when everyone in the story enjoys these games. And you told the story wonderfully. Can’t wait to read your next stories!

[squirrel]

Awesome story! Jeff and Henry are incredibly lucky to have such a great father

[BDBrit]

What a lovely story. Makes me a little jealous, to be honest!

[Xtc]

Fun. Thanks for posting it.

[ticklishgeek]

That’s awesome he tickled you both while you were tied up. I love the anticipation of having to watch the tickling you’re inevitably about to receive and just think about how that will be you in just a few moments.

[axo949]

Amazing story! I really enjoyed reading it. Can you give us more details on how you look like, what were you wearing at the time and things like that?

[TuggyMale]

Absolutely amazing, I love it

[Jeff K]

Thanks! New story coming soon...