Boys Will Be Girls - After School Special (M/m)

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“Wonder what’s for dinner tonight,” Ryan said as he got off the school bus, with his brother John. Ryan was 12, in year 7 at school, while John was two years older, and both of them were wearing the school uniform – a black blazer and trousers, white shirt with a black and green tie round their necks, and black shoes, and each boy had a rucksack on, the weight of their homework and books dragging them down their backs.

“No idea – depends on when Mum is getting home,” John said with a sigh. Both boys had short brown hair, and an athletic build, so they shouldered their rucksacks again and walked the short distance up the road and the pathway to their front door. Fetching a set of keys out of his pocket, he opened the front door and allowed his brother to walk in first, closing the door behind himself as Ryan looked at the telephone.

“Message – want me to play it?”

“Sure,” John said as he watched Ryan press a button on the telephone.

“Hi boys – Dad and I have got to go and see your grandmother tonight to deal with something, so we won’t be back until late. John, can you sort some food out for both of you – and get your homework done. We’ll make it up to you both tomorrow.”

“So, we’re on our own tonight,” John said as he deleted the message. “I’ll see what’s in the fridge for later, and then we can do our homework.”

“Hey,” Ryan said with a smile, “if they’re out until late, want to have some fun?”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Ryan nodded as the boys walked into the dining room, leaving their bags on the table before they went up to John’s bedroom and pulled a large canvas bag out of his wardrobe. Opening it, they looked at each other and then stripped out of their uniform – only to put on another school uniform. This one consisted of a white blouse with long sleeves, a grey pleated knee length skirt, white tights and black Mary Jane shoes.

The clothes belonged to their older sister Cassie, who was at college – but for some years now, the boys had collected her old clothes and when they were alone, they liked to wear them…

They walked back down the stairs, looking at each other before they walked into the dining room, sitting down and removing their books and pens before starting work…

“So, what do you have?”

“Maths – you?”

“History…”


The door from the back garden to the kitchen slowly opened as two men walked in. They were average build, dressed in black, and both had balaclavas pulled down over their heads so that only their thin lips and blue eyes were visible.

As the second one closed the door, they looked round and then slowly walked out of the kitchen – but as one of them put his gloved hand out, they both heard the talking from a room.

“So, expand and simplify? Seriously?”

“Works every time for me…”

“Two boys,” he whispered, his partner nodding as he went into his jacket pocket and pulled a pistol out. He nodded as his partner walked to the room door, putting his hand on the handle and counting down before he pushed the door open, and they both walked in.

“What the…”

He looked at John and Ryan as they sat at the table, the pens in their hands as they swung their legs to and fro.

“You did say two boys,” the armed man said as his partner closed the door.

“I did – but obviously very – special boys,” his partner said as he looked over.

“Is that… Is that a real gun?”

“Yes, it is,” the armed man said, “so put these hands up in the air. We’re going to make sure you can’t get off those chairs until you are ready to do so – got the tape Oliver?”

“I do Stanley,” the second man said, Ryan looking at John as he put a large bag down and removed from it a roll of silver tape. Walking over, he knelt behind John’s chair and started to wind the tape round his stomach and the chair back, as he said, “what’s your name kid – Nancy?”

“No – I’m John, this is Ryan.”

“All right John,” Oliver said as he tore the tape free and then walked behind Ryan, “and where are your parents?”

“they’ll be back soon,” Ryan said as the tape forced him again the chair back. Stanley shook his head as Oliver went back to the bag and fetched out some thin nylon strips, kneeling by Ryan and passing one round his left ankle against the chair leg. He then did the same to his other leg before he bound his brother’s legs as Stanley walked into the hallway.

“What are we going to do,” Ryan whispered as they were both pushed back to the table – and then both groaned as they heard the message from their mother again.

“Well, that is nice to know,” Oliver said as he looked at them “Are either of you going to call for help?”

Ryan and John looked at each other and then shook their heads as Stanley came back in.

“Watch them – I’m going to search the house,” Oliver said.

“All right you two,” Stanley said as he looked at John and Ryan, “get your homework done.”

“What happens then,” Ryan asked.

“You’ll see…”





The sun was starting to set outside as Oliver came back into the room, Stanley drawing the curtains as he said, “How are they doing?”

“Older one just finished.”

Olive nodded as he walked to where John was sitting, both boys seeing the knife which he produced and then used to cut him free from the chair. “Get up kid,” he said quietly, “hands on your head. You’re coming with me.”

“John…”

“It’s all right Ryan,” John said as he walked out of the room, Oliver picking up the bag as he followed him and then marched him up the stairs and into his bedroom.

“Nice room - and nice collection of clothes,” he said as John looked on the bed, “change into that outfit, young man.”

John swallowed as he slowly unbuttoned the blouse and took it off, then pulled over his head the peach t-shirt. He then unfastened the skirt and let it drop to the floor and then pulled the tights down, putting on the white socks before he pulled on the jeans and slipped the denim braces over his shoulders. Finally, he put on the white trainers.

“Good – hands behind your back and don’t move.”

“What are you going to do now,” John said as he stood there, and then he saw Oliver take a length of white rope from the bag and walk behind him.

“We make sure you two have some quiet downtime,” Oliver said as he walked behind the teenager and crossed his wrists behind his back, John biting his lower lipa she felt the rope rubbing on his bare skin while it was bound tightly round his wrists. He felt Oliver tug on the ropes and felt the knot with his fingers as a second., longer length of rope was passed round his upper body and forced his arms against this sides as it was pulled tighter.

“Please, don’t hurt my brother,” John said as the ropes were tightened with each pass.

“He behaves himself; he doesn’t get hurt,” Oliver said as he pulled the ropes tighter still and then secured the ends behind the young boy’s back. He then went to the bag and removed a white silk scarf, rolling it into a band.

“What is that for?”

“Take a guess,” Oliver said as he walked over, “open wide.”

John opened his mouth and felt the soft silk as it pulled back the corners of his mouth, tasted the material on his tongue as it pressed it to the floor of his mouth, and then realized it was muffling any sound from his mouth as the ends were tied together at the base of his neck.

“Let’s go,” Oliver said as he took John by the arm, and walked him out of the room, pausing at the top of the stairs as Stanley brought Ryan up.

“Fuc…”

“Language,” Stanley said as he walked Ryan into the bedroom, Oliver walking John down the stairs and into the front room before pushing him onto the couch. He walked over to the windows and drew the curtains over, before turning the television on, and taking two lengths of rope from his pocket. Kneeling down, he crossed and bound John’s ankles tightly together, and then secured his legs together below his knees, saying “just sit and watch the television, there’s a good girl.”

“Hmnnhhghrrhl.”

“Dressed like that, you are,” Oliver said as John twisted round, and then he looked to the door as Ryan was walked back in by Stanley. His brother was now wearing a blue short sleeved blouse under a denim pinafore dress, with white ankle socks and black slippers. His wrists were also bound together behind his back, bands of rope around his upper body and holding his arms against his sides, and a white scarf was pulled between his lips.

“Jhynhh?”

“Hknnhh,” John mumbled as Ryan was sat next to him, Stanley putting the bag down and removing more ropes before he crossed and bound the younger boy’s ankles together, and then his legs below his knees, before he stood up and looked at them both.

“Hey Olive r- think these damsels in distress are going to be rescued?”

The boys looked at each other and started to struggle as the men watched them – and then the telephone rang. They listened as the answering machine started.

“Boys, we’re going to be late back – make sure you lock up before you get to bed. Have fun.”

“Fhn?”

John shook his head as he twisted round, the ropes rubbing on his arms, but the tension only seemed to increase as he looked at Ryan, the scarf getting darker at the corners of his mouth as he tried to talk.

“Hey – check the fridge.”

Stanley looked at Oliver and said “why?”

“Well, the ladies may need to be fed – and if there are any beers in there, one more thing they can blame us for…




As the scarf was pulled out of Ryan’s mouth, he coughed and then looked at John, the now grey scarf sitting on his chest as the ropes were removed from their chests and wrists.

Oliver and Stanley then placed a tray on their laps as Oliver said, “eat up – we’re not going to see two fine youngsters like you starve.”

“Thank you,” Ryan said as he picked up a chicken tender and started to eat, John looking at the burglars before he said “what?”

“I’m curious – why are you both wearing girls’ clothes?”

“You made us put these on, remember?”

“We didn’t make you put on the school uniforms,” Stanley said as she swallowed some beer from a bottle, “so why?”

John blushed as he said “it… It feels good, and it reminds me of our sister being here.”

“Same for you kid?”

Ryan blushed and nodded as Oliver said “Well, we won’t tell anyone – but you’re going to have to come up with something to tell your parents?”

“Our – parents?”

“When they get home and find you both bound, and gagged, in your sister’s nightclothes.”

John looked at Ryan and swallowed the drink here was taking from his glass, before he said “oh boy…”

“Inde – oh boy.”

“Why not tie us up as we are now?”

“Stanley looked at Ryan as he said, “not as comfortable, and given how you will be tied – trust us.”

“Dowe have a choice?”

“No…”



“Better?”

“Yes – thank you for allowing us to do that,” John said as he came out of the bathroom. Oliver nodded as he waved the gun and said, “into the bedroom and change.”

The boys slowly nodded as they walked in, rubbing their arms as they saw the ropes neatly laid out, and Stanley waiting.

“Change,” he said quietly as the boys removed their clothes. John then looked at the black satin shorts before he pulled them up his legs, and the put on the short-sleeved blouse top and fastened it up the front. Ryan took the pink cycling shorts and put them on, and then the white t-shirt, both with a Hello Kitty pattern on them.

“What do we do now,” Ryan said as he looked at the masked men.

“Face each other, and put your hands behind your backs, palm to palm.”

The two boys looked at each other as the two men picked up a length of rope each – and then gasped as they felt their elbows being drawn together behind their backs, Oliver and Stanley taking the rope around and between their arms before securing the ends, and then securing their wrists together in the same way.

“Keep your chin up, kiddo,” John said as he looked at Ryan while the longer ropes were passed round their upper bodies, forcing their arms against heir backs, “we’ll try and get each other free when they leave us.”

Oliver and Stanley exchanged a look and then pulled the ropes tighter, feeding them under one arm, up and around the back of their necks, and then under the other arm before the ends were secured behind their backs.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.”

As John and Ryan sat down, the intruders took more ropes and knelt down, crossing and securing their ankles tightly together and then securing their legs below their knees, the ropes going around and between their limbs in both places.

“They did say we would not be able to move,” Ryan whispered- and then his eyes opened wide as he saw Stanley ball up a pair of white short socks.

Dirty white sports socks.

Dirty white sports socks that had been taken from their mother’s laundry basket.

“No, please dohnnthdhthss,” he said as the socks were pushed into his mouth, and then the rolled up white scarf pulled between his lips before it was tied tightly round his head.

“Ryan?”

“Hmmghhsshchnththlk,” Ruan mumbled as a second pair of socks was balled up and pushed into his mouth, and the scarf cleave gag applied again. Looking ate ach other, then then heard a soft peeling sound, and turned their heads to see Stanley peeling the end away from a roll of white micropore tape.

“Whttsthtthfhr?”

“This,” Stanley said as he pressed the end against John’s cheek and then wound the tape tightly round his head, covering the cleave gag and further silencing the young boy as Ryan watched - and then felt the tape on his own skin as he was further gagged in the same way.

“Now, close your eyes.”

“Jhhsstthrhnssthchlhm,” John mumbled as both boys closed their eyes and the whiter tape was wound round their heads again, this time blindfolding them. They then felt the masked men moving them so they were lying on their sides, pulling their ankles bac so that they could feel their heels with their fingers.

Ryan tried to move, but all he could do was rock from side to side as he felt John moving as well.

“Stay still – it can be quit e- exciting,” he heard Stanley say – and Ryan had to admit, it was quite exciting, and he was feeling something different.

“Rhnnhhh.”

“Hnhhh?”

“Hwddhuhfhhl.”

“Nthshhrrwh?”

“Hfhllshmfhnh…”

John was indeed feeling something as he tried to move and wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do as the feelings got stronger. He twisted round and, in his mind, he imagined being tied and gagged with Ryan, Cassie and his mother…






“OH my god!”

Ryan heard his mother and then felt her hands as she screamed “James – get tin here.”

“Wha the e- did they make you put those clothes on?”

The two boys stayed silent as they tried to come up with a reason their parents would believe to find them in their sisters’ nightclothes…

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Wow, amazing. Loved it. You‘re such a good writer