Oliver's Kidnapping Game (M/m)
Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2025 2:14 pm
The door to Oliver's bedroom swung open violently, it was quickly slammed behind behind the boy as he held on firmly to his own door handle. Outside of his room someone was pushing down on the door handle with more force than Oliver. Suddenly the door was once again violently swung open, this time by his older brother, John.
In a flash, Oliver was pinned to the floor on the white carpet next to his bed. He was pinned on his stomach with his legs folded up, his ankles painfully pressing against the bottom of his thighs. His arms snatched and held firmly behind his back while he still laughed maniacally.
"Where are you going to go now, huh?" John said as he held Oliver in a firm grip. He was 19, tall, had brown hair and until moments ago was working on his college work. His irritating brother had a habit of going up to the attic space to annoy him in his bedroom. Oliver was 14, he had brown eyes and black messy hair, he found a lot of joy in annoying his older much stronger brother.
Together they lived in a three story house; the first floor comprised of hallways, a large living area and a bathroom, the second floor had two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small set of stairs which led up to the attic which John called his bedroom.
Oliver's laughing began to fade, "I'll just scream for help, mom always takes my side" he said arrogantly. John firmly held both of Oliver's wrists with his left hand and with his right hand cupped Oliver's mouth to silence any screams. Regardless, Oliver screamed into John's hand hoping to bring attention.
John laughed smugly, "Keep screaming I dare you" he said. Oliver's screams came out as soft whispers, realising this he began to thrash and struggle to no avail. Eventually he tired himself out and John slowly released his grip over his mouth, "Are we done yet?" John asked, quickly becoming bored.
Oliver slowly nodded his head, admitting defeat. John still held firmly, "maybe I should just keep you like this so you stop coming into my room" he said after a short pause. Oliver's dashed up, "as in tie me up?" he exclaimed in surprise.
John rolled his eyes, "This again?" he asked. This wasn't the first time that Oliver tried to play a tie up game with his brother, who couldn't be bothered.
Oliver immediately became embarrassed, "Well you said it, not me" he said sensing that his brother was not interested in playing with him. After a short pause John finally relented, "Fine, if we play your kidnap game will you stop annoying me?" he asked while sighing.
Oliver's heart skipped a beat, "Really?!" he shouted, "Yes, I promise to not annoy you" he said profusely. Still holding his grip John began to speak, "Tomorrow I'll grab you and hold you in my room, sound good?" he asked. Oliver, still pinned under his grip nodded quickly, "Yes thank you" he said.
Oliver was released from the hold and left in his room to think. The idea of being kidnapped was thrilling for him and it was far from the first time that he tried to introduce the idea to his older brother. He could only imagine what John might have in store for him.
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Later in the evening of the next day, Oliver made his way up the stairs, he was wearing a black t-shirt with grey joggers. He was about to go into his room for the night, as he put his hand on his door handle he heard a creak in the floor behind him. Before he could turn a hand firmly gripped his mouth, he screamed and kicked as he was effortlessly lifted and taken up the stairs to his brother's room.
His heart was racing as he was placed down on the soft white carpet on his stomach. The door closed gently behind John, "get off me" Oliver shouted, playing into his role. The sound of duct tape being loudly unravelled above him shot shivers down his spine.
"Don't bother struggling" John said as he wrapped the tape around Oliver's crossed wrists. Oliver's heart began to race even harder as his ankles were crossed over by John and wrapped with tape.
Effortlessly, John picked Oliver up and stood him on his feet, "If you say open your mouth I'll shut it for you" John said coldly to his brother who had his back to him. He found himself falling naturally into the part of a kidnapper.
Oliver looked down as his upper legs as well as his lower and upper thighs were wrapped in the silver tape at speeds he couldn't comprehend. He was losing control over his movement quicker than he could process.
His stomach and chest were swiftly wrapped with duct tape, completely restraining his upper body, "I can't move at all" Oliver said in shock as John moved in front of him, "That's the point" he said with a grin.
The duct tape would pinch at Oliver's skin as he tried to move around in his new restraints. Suddenly John ripped off a 6 inch strip of duct tape and smeared it across Oliver's lips, "I think you need to stop talking" John said as he picked up Oliver like a sack of potatoes before being thrown onto John's bed which had a black cover, "Stay there" he demanded.
Oliver was flustered, he couldn't believe this was really happening. The feeling of the tape covering his mouth was different to how he had imagined it, in reality it clung on much more tightly and aggressively than he had expected. He finally knew what it was like to be kidnapped, it thrilled him even more than he thought it would.
John walked over to his desk, sat on his black office chair and continued to do his college work. "MMMMM!" Oliver grunted as he struggled against the tape, he squirmed around on his brother's bed trying to find a better position for him to tear the tape. The feelings of helplessness washed over him as a sharp thrill, a feeling which was hightend by his gag.
As he continued to struggle he looked across the room at his big brother, Oliver was unamused that his brother had so quickly given up the role as his kidnapper. Wanting to get his brother's attention, he used all of his strength to separate his lips, eventually the tape came off his lips, "I can scream for help now" he shouted.
John gently swung around in his chair and moved towards Oliver. Oliver's older brother pressed down on the tape over his lips to quickly reapply it before picking him up over his shoulder, he walked over to a small wooden chair next to his office chair and placed him down gently on it. The tape had been reapplied but it was weaker than last time so again he tore it.
"What are you going to do to me?" Oliver asked as his brother began to tape him down to the chair. John walked towards his drawers behind the wooden chair and grabbed two fluffy white socks, he tied them together forming a large knot in the middle of the two socks.
"I'm keeping you still and quiet" John said as he ripped off the duct tape fully and placed the knot behind Oliver's teeth and secured it behind his head. Oliver's new gag reminded him of a ball gag with the large knot holding down his tongue.
"GMMMPH!" It felt exilerating for him as he struggled while tied up with the tape. John returned to his office chair beside his brother and continued to work on his college work. The room fell into silence except for the odd grunt from Oliver as he struggled against his restraints.
Eventually John spoke up, "You know I enjoyed this a lot more than I thought" he said. Oliver perked up, "GphRealymn?" some words were still able to escape his mouth. Oliver thought to himself, if John enjoyed the game he might be able to convince him to tie him up again.
"Yes, my annoying brat of a brother is finally sitting still and quiet, I haven't had this much peace in a long time" John said as he looked up and down at his restrained brother, "besides if you try anything I know where your tickle spots are" he added.
Oliver's stomach turned upside down, "NOOMPH! WAIMMN!" he shouted in fear. "Calm down I'm not going to do anything, just don't annoy me that's all" John said trying to reassure his brother, he knew from experience that Oliver wouldn't handle two seconds of being tickled without going insane.
A strange mix of fear and thrill brewed in Oliver's chest, he knew that there would be nothing he could do to stop his brother or scream for help. "I think you need a muzzle" John said confidently as small streaks of saliva dripped from Oliver's mouth.
"I'll show you what I mean" John said as he searched for pictures on his computer. The image showed the black leather panel with a large red ball in the middle with several straps that would be secured around the head. "Only something like this could shut you up" John said.
Oliver's eyes widened, the blood rushed to his ears at the suggestion of having something so over the top used to keep him quiet. Stuck in a trance, Oliver stared at the image as John continued to speak, "How about next time I give you the real experience, I'll go buy some rope and other stuff" John said as he glanced at his brother.
Oliver couldn't believe the words coming out of John's mouth for a second. "Mmmmnnn" Oliver said softly as he nodded his head. Internally he was screaming with joy, his plan had gone so much better than he thought it would.
"I think it's about time we get you downstairs to your bed" John said as he stood up. John used his teeth to tear off the tape that held John to the seat before picking up his brother over his shoulder.
He was carried downstairs to his bedroom where he was thrown onto his bed, "I'll let you have the fun of breaking out of those yourself" John said as he shut Oliver's door behind him gently.
Oliver had a blast for the next hour as he struggled relentlessly, slowly wearing down and breaking the layers of tape restraining him. He removed his brother's socks from his mouth, grateful that it was clean socks. He laid down as he drifted to sleep thinking about what would happen to him the next time.
In a flash, Oliver was pinned to the floor on the white carpet next to his bed. He was pinned on his stomach with his legs folded up, his ankles painfully pressing against the bottom of his thighs. His arms snatched and held firmly behind his back while he still laughed maniacally.
"Where are you going to go now, huh?" John said as he held Oliver in a firm grip. He was 19, tall, had brown hair and until moments ago was working on his college work. His irritating brother had a habit of going up to the attic space to annoy him in his bedroom. Oliver was 14, he had brown eyes and black messy hair, he found a lot of joy in annoying his older much stronger brother.
Together they lived in a three story house; the first floor comprised of hallways, a large living area and a bathroom, the second floor had two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small set of stairs which led up to the attic which John called his bedroom.
Oliver's laughing began to fade, "I'll just scream for help, mom always takes my side" he said arrogantly. John firmly held both of Oliver's wrists with his left hand and with his right hand cupped Oliver's mouth to silence any screams. Regardless, Oliver screamed into John's hand hoping to bring attention.
John laughed smugly, "Keep screaming I dare you" he said. Oliver's screams came out as soft whispers, realising this he began to thrash and struggle to no avail. Eventually he tired himself out and John slowly released his grip over his mouth, "Are we done yet?" John asked, quickly becoming bored.
Oliver slowly nodded his head, admitting defeat. John still held firmly, "maybe I should just keep you like this so you stop coming into my room" he said after a short pause. Oliver's dashed up, "as in tie me up?" he exclaimed in surprise.
John rolled his eyes, "This again?" he asked. This wasn't the first time that Oliver tried to play a tie up game with his brother, who couldn't be bothered.
Oliver immediately became embarrassed, "Well you said it, not me" he said sensing that his brother was not interested in playing with him. After a short pause John finally relented, "Fine, if we play your kidnap game will you stop annoying me?" he asked while sighing.
Oliver's heart skipped a beat, "Really?!" he shouted, "Yes, I promise to not annoy you" he said profusely. Still holding his grip John began to speak, "Tomorrow I'll grab you and hold you in my room, sound good?" he asked. Oliver, still pinned under his grip nodded quickly, "Yes thank you" he said.
Oliver was released from the hold and left in his room to think. The idea of being kidnapped was thrilling for him and it was far from the first time that he tried to introduce the idea to his older brother. He could only imagine what John might have in store for him.
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Later in the evening of the next day, Oliver made his way up the stairs, he was wearing a black t-shirt with grey joggers. He was about to go into his room for the night, as he put his hand on his door handle he heard a creak in the floor behind him. Before he could turn a hand firmly gripped his mouth, he screamed and kicked as he was effortlessly lifted and taken up the stairs to his brother's room.
His heart was racing as he was placed down on the soft white carpet on his stomach. The door closed gently behind John, "get off me" Oliver shouted, playing into his role. The sound of duct tape being loudly unravelled above him shot shivers down his spine.
"Don't bother struggling" John said as he wrapped the tape around Oliver's crossed wrists. Oliver's heart began to race even harder as his ankles were crossed over by John and wrapped with tape.
Effortlessly, John picked Oliver up and stood him on his feet, "If you say open your mouth I'll shut it for you" John said coldly to his brother who had his back to him. He found himself falling naturally into the part of a kidnapper.
Oliver looked down as his upper legs as well as his lower and upper thighs were wrapped in the silver tape at speeds he couldn't comprehend. He was losing control over his movement quicker than he could process.
His stomach and chest were swiftly wrapped with duct tape, completely restraining his upper body, "I can't move at all" Oliver said in shock as John moved in front of him, "That's the point" he said with a grin.
The duct tape would pinch at Oliver's skin as he tried to move around in his new restraints. Suddenly John ripped off a 6 inch strip of duct tape and smeared it across Oliver's lips, "I think you need to stop talking" John said as he picked up Oliver like a sack of potatoes before being thrown onto John's bed which had a black cover, "Stay there" he demanded.
Oliver was flustered, he couldn't believe this was really happening. The feeling of the tape covering his mouth was different to how he had imagined it, in reality it clung on much more tightly and aggressively than he had expected. He finally knew what it was like to be kidnapped, it thrilled him even more than he thought it would.
John walked over to his desk, sat on his black office chair and continued to do his college work. "MMMMM!" Oliver grunted as he struggled against the tape, he squirmed around on his brother's bed trying to find a better position for him to tear the tape. The feelings of helplessness washed over him as a sharp thrill, a feeling which was hightend by his gag.
As he continued to struggle he looked across the room at his big brother, Oliver was unamused that his brother had so quickly given up the role as his kidnapper. Wanting to get his brother's attention, he used all of his strength to separate his lips, eventually the tape came off his lips, "I can scream for help now" he shouted.
John gently swung around in his chair and moved towards Oliver. Oliver's older brother pressed down on the tape over his lips to quickly reapply it before picking him up over his shoulder, he walked over to a small wooden chair next to his office chair and placed him down gently on it. The tape had been reapplied but it was weaker than last time so again he tore it.
"What are you going to do to me?" Oliver asked as his brother began to tape him down to the chair. John walked towards his drawers behind the wooden chair and grabbed two fluffy white socks, he tied them together forming a large knot in the middle of the two socks.
"I'm keeping you still and quiet" John said as he ripped off the duct tape fully and placed the knot behind Oliver's teeth and secured it behind his head. Oliver's new gag reminded him of a ball gag with the large knot holding down his tongue.
"GMMMPH!" It felt exilerating for him as he struggled while tied up with the tape. John returned to his office chair beside his brother and continued to work on his college work. The room fell into silence except for the odd grunt from Oliver as he struggled against his restraints.
Eventually John spoke up, "You know I enjoyed this a lot more than I thought" he said. Oliver perked up, "GphRealymn?" some words were still able to escape his mouth. Oliver thought to himself, if John enjoyed the game he might be able to convince him to tie him up again.
"Yes, my annoying brat of a brother is finally sitting still and quiet, I haven't had this much peace in a long time" John said as he looked up and down at his restrained brother, "besides if you try anything I know where your tickle spots are" he added.
Oliver's stomach turned upside down, "NOOMPH! WAIMMN!" he shouted in fear. "Calm down I'm not going to do anything, just don't annoy me that's all" John said trying to reassure his brother, he knew from experience that Oliver wouldn't handle two seconds of being tickled without going insane.
A strange mix of fear and thrill brewed in Oliver's chest, he knew that there would be nothing he could do to stop his brother or scream for help. "I think you need a muzzle" John said confidently as small streaks of saliva dripped from Oliver's mouth.
"I'll show you what I mean" John said as he searched for pictures on his computer. The image showed the black leather panel with a large red ball in the middle with several straps that would be secured around the head. "Only something like this could shut you up" John said.
Oliver's eyes widened, the blood rushed to his ears at the suggestion of having something so over the top used to keep him quiet. Stuck in a trance, Oliver stared at the image as John continued to speak, "How about next time I give you the real experience, I'll go buy some rope and other stuff" John said as he glanced at his brother.
Oliver couldn't believe the words coming out of John's mouth for a second. "Mmmmnnn" Oliver said softly as he nodded his head. Internally he was screaming with joy, his plan had gone so much better than he thought it would.
"I think it's about time we get you downstairs to your bed" John said as he stood up. John used his teeth to tear off the tape that held John to the seat before picking up his brother over his shoulder.
He was carried downstairs to his bedroom where he was thrown onto his bed, "I'll let you have the fun of breaking out of those yourself" John said as he shut Oliver's door behind him gently.
Oliver had a blast for the next hour as he struggled relentlessly, slowly wearing down and breaking the layers of tape restraining him. He removed his brother's socks from his mouth, grateful that it was clean socks. He laid down as he drifted to sleep thinking about what would happen to him the next time.
