Part 1: The Taking.
On a summer morning, 10 year old Ryan Horton was sitting on the couch watching TV. The dark haired boy was wearing a black Nike t-shirt and red basketball shorts this morning, and leaned on the arm of the sofa, with his knees up on the cushions. He barely noticed as his father Mike walked past and left the house.
Alone for the morning, Ryan's mind wandered to the plans for the weekend. He and his dad were going to a baseball game that evening with their friends, the Bensons, and then having a sleepover. Mrs. Benson and her daughter were both away, which left Ryan's best friend Joey alone with his dad Dave. The plan was to have some father-son bonding time.
Ryan was snapped back to reality about 5 minutes after his dad had left by a knock on the kitchen door. He stood up and walked across the room, feeling the carpet give way to tile under his bare feet. When he opened the door, he was greeted by Dave Benson.
"Hi Ryan." Dave said, grinning.
"Hi Mr. Benson." Ryan replied. "Where's Joey?"
"He's at home, but I'm here to get you for a little game your dad and I planned." Dave stepped into the house, taking Ryan by the arm.
"A game?" Ryan asked, giggling lightly. "What kind of game?"
Dave laughed and guided Ryan to the counter, where a large roll of clear packing tape was resting. The man grabbed the roll and gently pushed Ryan to the floor. "The Kidnap Game!" He said with a melodramatic tone.
Ryan laughed. "Kidnap? My dad will stop you when he gets back!" He tried to sound defiant, but it didn't work. He was having too much fun with this.
"I think not!" Dave chuckled back as he began to wrap Ryan's wrists behind him. "He's busy right now."
"Oh. Is Joey kidnapped too?" Ryan asked as his hands were bound.
"He should be." Dave replied, cutting the tape off. "Now shut up."
Ryan obediently pressed his lips together as Dave tore two pieces of tape off the roll. He then pressed them over the boy's mouth and pulled him up to his feet. Dave guided Ryan to the door and paused.
The Hortons lived in town, and the neighbors were close by. So they needed to be careful about this. But nobody was around, so the pair were able to walk out the side door and to the backyard. The Hortons lived on a lot with a small parking area behind it. That's where Dave's SUV was parked. Ryan was guided into the backseat and buckled in, and then Dave got in, started the car, and began driving to his house.
Ryan realized that between the tinted windows and the clear tape, no one they passed would realize that he was tied up in the backseat!
Then he saw his dad's sedan. Ryan giggled behind the gag and looked out the window. The two men waved as their cars passed.
A few minutes later, the car pulled into the Benson's long driveway and parked by the walkway. This house was in a wooded area and had more privacy. So there was nothing to worry about as Dave led Ryan up the walkway to the front door.
The house was empty and quiet when they entered. Ryan felt Dave's hand on his arm tighten as the door locked. He was then pulled through the foyer, past the stairs, and into the kitchen. The basement door was opened, and the pair walked down to the unfinished basement. And there was no sign of Joey. Dave made Ryan sit down on the floor next to a coil of rope. He made a quizzical sound into his gag and looked up at Dave.
"Remember how I told you Joey was kidnapped too?" Dave said, tying the rope around Ryan's ankles.
"Mmhm." Ryan said nodding his head.
"Well..."
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At the same time that Dave was walking into Ryan's house...
Joey Benson had just got out of bed and pulled on a pair of blue Adidas running shorts. He heard his dad walk out the door as he was in the bathroom, and he padded downstairs to eat a toaster pastry for breakfast. As he was finishing, the doorbell rang. He bolted to the door and flung it open, to see Mike Horton.
"Hi Mr. Horton!" The energetic blond boy said. "Is Ryan with you?"
"Nope." Mike said, seizing Joey by the arms. "I'm here for you."
Joey was surprised by the sudden grab. But Mike simply pulled him down to the floor and dropped a black duffel bag on the floor. He fished out a roll of duct tape and a washcloth. Pinning the boy down, Mike strapped his hands behind him, then his ankles. The tape dug into Joey's skin and he grunted.
"Oof! That's tight Mr. Horton!" He said.
"That's the point kiddo. Now open up." Mike replied, wadding up the washcloth.
"What if I don't?" Joey said with a smirk, rolling to his side.
"Then I force it in your yap." Mike said, pressing the cloth to Joey's lips.
The boy held his lips together and tried not to laugh. But that only led Mike to pinch his nose and give him a tickle on the ribs. When Joey opened his mouth to laugh, the wadded rag was forced into his mouth. Then duct tape was wrapped around his head to gag him.
Mike proceeded to push Joey into the duffel bag in the fetal position. Joey was a gymnast, so he was flexible enough to fit. It was still a tight squeeze. Mike didn't totally close it, but Joey definitely couldn't see where he was as he was carried out of his house and deposited on the backseat of Mike's car.
The ride was fairly short, but Joey was thrilled by his abduction. He was pretty sure he was being taken to Mike and Ryan's house. And after the car stopped and he was carried into a house and dumped out onto a tiled kitchen floor, Joey was proven right.
"Okay." Mike said, towering over the boy. "Here's the deal. Your dad is kidnapping Ryan for the day. I'm kidnapping you. Until we say otherwise, you are my prisoner. Understand?"
Joey gazed up at his captor with wide eyes and nodded his head. Whatever their dads had planned, this was going to be exciting!
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Two dads planning a kidnap game sounds fun! Love the idea on keeping the other's son for a day 
Great work, can't wait for the next chapter!
Great work, can't wait for the next chapter!Hang in there, mate! (M/M)
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This… is absolutely amazing! Man you really delivered, again!
And I see one boy is getting worse treatment so far… I’m curious to see if this will continue or not. I‘m really excited for the next part
And I see one boy is getting worse treatment so far… I’m curious to see if this will continue or not. I‘m really excited for the next part
What a fun idea for the story! I'm sure Joey and Ryan are having great time with their Dads!
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Great story, who to root for? I'll root for the dad's for now to keep the story going for more chapters. Having a spare boy around the house to do all the chores is very, very, convenient. 
Two, two, two kidnappings at once is better than DoubleMint Gum.
Two, two, two kidnappings at once is better than DoubleMint Gum.
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To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME 
Dude, this is a great idea, I love it. Two dads kidnapping the son of the other, wow. I can't wait to see more of this. Please continue
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They all say boxer shorts are cool,
but little Speedos always rule.
but little Speedos always rule.
Thanks for the comments guys! Enjoy this small continuation!
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Part 2: Origins
Dave finished tying the last rope. Ryan was now seated against a metal support beam in the basement. The tape on his wrists had been replaced by white clothesline, and his arms were pulled behind the post. His legs were out in front of him, bound at the ankles and knees with more of the same rope. The last binding the Dave had tightened was winding the rope around his chest, truly securing him to the pole.
"Okay, how does that feel?" Dave asked, peeling the tape off Ryan's mouth.
"That's pretty tight, Mr. Benson." Ryan said.
"Okay. I'm going to let you struggle a while. Shout if you need me, I'll just be in the kitchen." Dave ruffled Ryan's hair and went upstairs, leaving the door open.
* * *
Meanwhile, Mike was putting Joey in a very strict hogtie. His hands were tied palm to palm, and cinched in the middle. His ankles, knees, and elbows had been bound the same way, and Mike was tying Joey's wrist ropes to his knees, and preparing to tie his ankles to his elbows. The stuffed tape gag remained in his mouth, muffling his grunts of discomfort.
"Now keep still." Mike growled.
"Mrrph." Joey replied as his limbs were pulled tight.
He was laid in the den at Mike and Ryan's house, feeling the rug under his bare chest. Every rope dug into his skin and added to his helplessness.
And he had to admit that he loved it. He wondered how Ryan was faring. By now it was clear that his dad had come over to snatch his best friend while Mike was grabbing him. He hoped they would be bound together. After all, this was likely the result of both of them being caught playing tie up before.
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Two Weeks Earlier...
Joey had been sleeping over at Ryan's house. Since the pair were 7, they'd been playing a special game they called "kidnap." Simply put, they would take turns tying each other up and seeing of they could escape. On the evening in question, Joey had been tying Ryan to his desk chair while the boys were both wearing their sleepwear... Which for them, consisted only of Hanes boxer briefs.
Then Mike had opened the door. As a more strict parent, he was less inclined to knock before entering. Not that they would have had time to do anything about it. Naturally the boys were embarrassed, and Mike had insisted that Ryan be untied right away. He had herded them into the living room and called Dave, then forced Joey to tell his own dad what he'd been doing to his best friend.
The boys made a plea for mercy, explaining that they really enjoyed the game they were playing. That no one was being hurt or coerced. Mike had simply regarded them both with a cold stare from his ice blue eyes. Eventually, he allowed the boys to return to the bedroom for the night. Which they did, feeling as if they were going to be grounded for life.
But the grounding never came. The next morning, Mike told them to be careful and to ask for adult supervision in the future. And Dave echoed that to Joey on the ride home. Both dads pulled their sons aside later to talk about their games and what they meant to them. How long they'd been playing, and what they felt while playing.
What neither of the boys knew was that Mike and Dave had grown up playing the same types of games. And when they compared notes on their boys' "interviews," they began planning their games for the coming weekend. They agreed on simple ground rules: they would each snatch the other's son from the house, bring the captive home, and hold them hostage for the day. They would stay in touch throughout the day, but neither man was allowed to rescue his son until the game was over. No matter what happened.
And then an idea crossed their minds. Mike knew just the box of tricks to open up for them. Old toys that he hadn't used in years. When he shared his plans to Dave, his friend seemed nervous about it, but he didn't oppose it. After all, the gear by itself wasn't problematic...
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Part 2: Origins
Dave finished tying the last rope. Ryan was now seated against a metal support beam in the basement. The tape on his wrists had been replaced by white clothesline, and his arms were pulled behind the post. His legs were out in front of him, bound at the ankles and knees with more of the same rope. The last binding the Dave had tightened was winding the rope around his chest, truly securing him to the pole.
"Okay, how does that feel?" Dave asked, peeling the tape off Ryan's mouth.
"That's pretty tight, Mr. Benson." Ryan said.
"Okay. I'm going to let you struggle a while. Shout if you need me, I'll just be in the kitchen." Dave ruffled Ryan's hair and went upstairs, leaving the door open.
* * *
Meanwhile, Mike was putting Joey in a very strict hogtie. His hands were tied palm to palm, and cinched in the middle. His ankles, knees, and elbows had been bound the same way, and Mike was tying Joey's wrist ropes to his knees, and preparing to tie his ankles to his elbows. The stuffed tape gag remained in his mouth, muffling his grunts of discomfort.
"Now keep still." Mike growled.
"Mrrph." Joey replied as his limbs were pulled tight.
He was laid in the den at Mike and Ryan's house, feeling the rug under his bare chest. Every rope dug into his skin and added to his helplessness.
And he had to admit that he loved it. He wondered how Ryan was faring. By now it was clear that his dad had come over to snatch his best friend while Mike was grabbing him. He hoped they would be bound together. After all, this was likely the result of both of them being caught playing tie up before.
* * *
Two Weeks Earlier...
Joey had been sleeping over at Ryan's house. Since the pair were 7, they'd been playing a special game they called "kidnap." Simply put, they would take turns tying each other up and seeing of they could escape. On the evening in question, Joey had been tying Ryan to his desk chair while the boys were both wearing their sleepwear... Which for them, consisted only of Hanes boxer briefs.
Then Mike had opened the door. As a more strict parent, he was less inclined to knock before entering. Not that they would have had time to do anything about it. Naturally the boys were embarrassed, and Mike had insisted that Ryan be untied right away. He had herded them into the living room and called Dave, then forced Joey to tell his own dad what he'd been doing to his best friend.
The boys made a plea for mercy, explaining that they really enjoyed the game they were playing. That no one was being hurt or coerced. Mike had simply regarded them both with a cold stare from his ice blue eyes. Eventually, he allowed the boys to return to the bedroom for the night. Which they did, feeling as if they were going to be grounded for life.
But the grounding never came. The next morning, Mike told them to be careful and to ask for adult supervision in the future. And Dave echoed that to Joey on the ride home. Both dads pulled their sons aside later to talk about their games and what they meant to them. How long they'd been playing, and what they felt while playing.
What neither of the boys knew was that Mike and Dave had grown up playing the same types of games. And when they compared notes on their boys' "interviews," they began planning their games for the coming weekend. They agreed on simple ground rules: they would each snatch the other's son from the house, bring the captive home, and hold them hostage for the day. They would stay in touch throughout the day, but neither man was allowed to rescue his son until the game was over. No matter what happened.
And then an idea crossed their minds. Mike knew just the box of tricks to open up for them. Old toys that he hadn't used in years. When he shared his plans to Dave, his friend seemed nervous about it, but he didn't oppose it. After all, the gear by itself wasn't problematic...
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Cute story
Great chapter! 
So kidnapping games are already a tradition among the boys' fathers. Wow, the story just keeps getting better and better. I really enjoy these innocent father-son stories. Please continue.
Thank you for the short chapter.
They all say boxer shorts are cool,
but little Speedos always rule.
but little Speedos always rule.
Very good story!! I can’t wait to read the next part!
Thank you all for reading! And now, the story continues with...
Part 3: Captivity.
Ryan rocked back and forth on the pole, pulling against his ropes. Dave had left a little slack in them, so he wasn't extremely uncomfortable. And now he was finding a way to exploit that looseness. His wrists moved freely in the cotton rope, and soon he was able to slide his left hand free.
The rope around his upper body was also snug, but by shimmying down the pole, Ryan was able to slip under the coils. In the process, his shirt came off. But he didn't mind. It was a hot day, after all. Once free, Ryan worked the knots at his knees free first. Then his ankles. Triumphantly, he stood up and walked up the stairs to the kitchen, where Dave was seated at the counter.
"I'm free Mr. Benson!" Ryan gloated, doing a goofy victory dance.
"I can see that." Dave said, chuckling as he rose to his feet. "I guess it's time for round two."
"Gotta catch me first!" Ryan shouted happily, then turned to run.
The boy ran to the front door and turned into the living room. Then he bolted to the back, which opened to a hallway. The kitchen was to his left, the laundry room to his right. And beyond that, the garage. Had Dave known he was going to go that way, he could have easily cut off Ryan's escape. But instead he followed the same direction.
Ryan turned towards the garage and slammed the door behind him. Then he pushed the garage door up and rolled out under it. Giggling, Ryan ran into the yard and got around the garage. Still running full tilt, he went to the back corner of the house's extension, and around the other side. Then he sat down with his back to the wall.
All was quiet except for birds singing and traffic from a busy road nearby. But Ryan couldn't hear his friend's father anywhere. He caught his breath and stood up slowly, creeping along the wall towards the front of the house. A quick peek around the corner showed that he was alone. So Ryan walked back towards the driveway, making a full circle around the house. He continued back around the garage to the corner...
"Gotcha!" Dave called as he grabbed Ryan's arm, pulling him around the corner.
Ryan squealed in delight. The game was not over! Dave dragged Ryan along to the back door of the garage, and back inside. The pair marched to the kitchen. A small box was on the table, next to a pair of handcuffs. Dave turned Ryan around to face him.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" He asked.
"Kinda." Ryan said.
Dave nodded and picked up the handcuffs, which he snapped on Ryan's wrists. Then he led the boy to the hall bathroom, taking the box with him. He closed the door and waited in the hall. Shortly, Ryan returned to his captor's grasp and was led back to the basement, where his abandoned shirt lay beside the ropes.
"Not bad." Dave said, nodding his head. "I'll have to keep you tied differently this time."
"How, Mr. Benson?" Ryan asked eagerly.
"I'm thinking, suspension until lunch." Dave said.
He untied the ropes from the pole, then tossed a folded end over a support strut in the basement ceiling. He then reached into the box, and removed a pair of black padded cuffs. He fastened these around Ryan's wrists behind the handcuffs. He tied the cuffs D-rings together with the end of the rope and guided Ryan to stand directly under the beam. The metal cuffs were removed, and then Ryan's legs were tied at mid thigh, knees, and ankles. And for extra measure, his big toes were tied together as well! Finally, Dave pulled the rope tight, drawing the boy's arms above his head. The other end was wrapped around Ryan's chest, and anchored to his leg ropes.
"Now, for something a little different." Dave said, reaching into the box again.
"What's that?" Ryan asked, eying the red ball in the man's hand.
"It's called a ball gag. And you're going to wear it for a while." Dave stepped behind Ryan, and pulled the straps between his arms and his head. The ball filled Ryan's mouth and the straps were buckled tight.
"Mmmooph." Ryan said, testing the new gag.
"Are you okay?" Dave asked.
"Mm-hmm." Ryan said, nodding his head.
"Okay. Have fun!" Dave patted Ryan's back, and then went back upstairs, leaving his young captive suspended in the basement.
* * *
Meanwhile, Joey was not faring much better. He was still hogtied on the den floor, struggling and squirming. But the ropes held his body in this bent-back position. Unlike Ryan, Joey could not escape his bondage. He had given up trying to escape, and now just lay there, feeling the carpet fibers against his skin.
Mike came in and hauled Joey to his knees and pulled the tape off his mouth. The damp washrag was spat out, and Mike held a water bottle to the boy's lips. He drank gratefully, even as some water spilled on his chest.
"Thank you Mr. Horton." Joey said after he was done.
"You're welcome." Mike said, setting the bottle down.
"How long am I kidnapped for?" Joey asked.
"For as long as I want." Mike replied, reaching for a box on the end table.
"Oh." Joey shivered, a little nervous but mostly in delight. The idea that he would be held captive by his best friend's father indefinitely gave him a funny, excited feeling in his belly.
Mike checked the ropes around Joey's elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. They were snug, but didn't cut off any circulation. The man took out a black ballgag from the box and held it up. Joey's eyes widened and another surge of excitement shot through him.
Mike grinned. "I take it you know what this is."
Joey blushed, but nodded his head. "Yes sir."
"Then I don't have to tell you what to do." Mike said.
Joey shook his head, and opened his mouth. He'd looked up some pictures online and had seen people wearing ballgags. He never thought he'd have the chance to wear one yet. But here he was, kidnapped by his friend's dad, bound tightly, and now a ballgag was pulled into his mouth and buckled tightly behind his head. It only took a minute for him to start drooling. But Mike was ready for that, and laid a towel down on the floor for Joey to lay on.
"Okay. In another hour, we're going for a ride. In the meantime, you enjoy yourself." Mike ruffled Joey's hair and laid him back down.
"Mrrph!" Joey grunted happily.
Then he was left alone for a while. But a thought tan through his mind... Where are we going?
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Part 3: Captivity.
Ryan rocked back and forth on the pole, pulling against his ropes. Dave had left a little slack in them, so he wasn't extremely uncomfortable. And now he was finding a way to exploit that looseness. His wrists moved freely in the cotton rope, and soon he was able to slide his left hand free.
The rope around his upper body was also snug, but by shimmying down the pole, Ryan was able to slip under the coils. In the process, his shirt came off. But he didn't mind. It was a hot day, after all. Once free, Ryan worked the knots at his knees free first. Then his ankles. Triumphantly, he stood up and walked up the stairs to the kitchen, where Dave was seated at the counter.
"I'm free Mr. Benson!" Ryan gloated, doing a goofy victory dance.
"I can see that." Dave said, chuckling as he rose to his feet. "I guess it's time for round two."
"Gotta catch me first!" Ryan shouted happily, then turned to run.
The boy ran to the front door and turned into the living room. Then he bolted to the back, which opened to a hallway. The kitchen was to his left, the laundry room to his right. And beyond that, the garage. Had Dave known he was going to go that way, he could have easily cut off Ryan's escape. But instead he followed the same direction.
Ryan turned towards the garage and slammed the door behind him. Then he pushed the garage door up and rolled out under it. Giggling, Ryan ran into the yard and got around the garage. Still running full tilt, he went to the back corner of the house's extension, and around the other side. Then he sat down with his back to the wall.
All was quiet except for birds singing and traffic from a busy road nearby. But Ryan couldn't hear his friend's father anywhere. He caught his breath and stood up slowly, creeping along the wall towards the front of the house. A quick peek around the corner showed that he was alone. So Ryan walked back towards the driveway, making a full circle around the house. He continued back around the garage to the corner...
"Gotcha!" Dave called as he grabbed Ryan's arm, pulling him around the corner.
Ryan squealed in delight. The game was not over! Dave dragged Ryan along to the back door of the garage, and back inside. The pair marched to the kitchen. A small box was on the table, next to a pair of handcuffs. Dave turned Ryan around to face him.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" He asked.
"Kinda." Ryan said.
Dave nodded and picked up the handcuffs, which he snapped on Ryan's wrists. Then he led the boy to the hall bathroom, taking the box with him. He closed the door and waited in the hall. Shortly, Ryan returned to his captor's grasp and was led back to the basement, where his abandoned shirt lay beside the ropes.
"Not bad." Dave said, nodding his head. "I'll have to keep you tied differently this time."
"How, Mr. Benson?" Ryan asked eagerly.
"I'm thinking, suspension until lunch." Dave said.
He untied the ropes from the pole, then tossed a folded end over a support strut in the basement ceiling. He then reached into the box, and removed a pair of black padded cuffs. He fastened these around Ryan's wrists behind the handcuffs. He tied the cuffs D-rings together with the end of the rope and guided Ryan to stand directly under the beam. The metal cuffs were removed, and then Ryan's legs were tied at mid thigh, knees, and ankles. And for extra measure, his big toes were tied together as well! Finally, Dave pulled the rope tight, drawing the boy's arms above his head. The other end was wrapped around Ryan's chest, and anchored to his leg ropes.
"Now, for something a little different." Dave said, reaching into the box again.
"What's that?" Ryan asked, eying the red ball in the man's hand.
"It's called a ball gag. And you're going to wear it for a while." Dave stepped behind Ryan, and pulled the straps between his arms and his head. The ball filled Ryan's mouth and the straps were buckled tight.
"Mmmooph." Ryan said, testing the new gag.
"Are you okay?" Dave asked.
"Mm-hmm." Ryan said, nodding his head.
"Okay. Have fun!" Dave patted Ryan's back, and then went back upstairs, leaving his young captive suspended in the basement.
* * *
Meanwhile, Joey was not faring much better. He was still hogtied on the den floor, struggling and squirming. But the ropes held his body in this bent-back position. Unlike Ryan, Joey could not escape his bondage. He had given up trying to escape, and now just lay there, feeling the carpet fibers against his skin.
Mike came in and hauled Joey to his knees and pulled the tape off his mouth. The damp washrag was spat out, and Mike held a water bottle to the boy's lips. He drank gratefully, even as some water spilled on his chest.
"Thank you Mr. Horton." Joey said after he was done.
"You're welcome." Mike said, setting the bottle down.
"How long am I kidnapped for?" Joey asked.
"For as long as I want." Mike replied, reaching for a box on the end table.
"Oh." Joey shivered, a little nervous but mostly in delight. The idea that he would be held captive by his best friend's father indefinitely gave him a funny, excited feeling in his belly.
Mike checked the ropes around Joey's elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. They were snug, but didn't cut off any circulation. The man took out a black ballgag from the box and held it up. Joey's eyes widened and another surge of excitement shot through him.
Mike grinned. "I take it you know what this is."
Joey blushed, but nodded his head. "Yes sir."
"Then I don't have to tell you what to do." Mike said.
Joey shook his head, and opened his mouth. He'd looked up some pictures online and had seen people wearing ballgags. He never thought he'd have the chance to wear one yet. But here he was, kidnapped by his friend's dad, bound tightly, and now a ballgag was pulled into his mouth and buckled tightly behind his head. It only took a minute for him to start drooling. But Mike was ready for that, and laid a towel down on the floor for Joey to lay on.
"Okay. In another hour, we're going for a ride. In the meantime, you enjoy yourself." Mike ruffled Joey's hair and laid him back down.
"Mrrph!" Joey grunted happily.
Then he was left alone for a while. But a thought tan through his mind... Where are we going?
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Wow, this is getting better. Tha ballgags are really cute for this boys
So, shall we see the boys getting together?
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Great story. Tied up, helpless boys everywhere, it must be getting close to Easter and the annual Easter Boy Hunt (Easter Eggs).
Please continue, I must see what happens to the 2 detained boys, Ryan and Joey are having the biggest adventure of their young lives. 
Please continue, I must see what happens to the 2 detained boys, Ryan and Joey are having the biggest adventure of their young lives.
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Dang, now we even got ballgags. This story just gets more and more amazing! I absolutely love this. Really, REALLY great work
What a great day for Joey and Ryan! Dave must definitely do his job better; the prisoner shouldn't be able to free himself
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Well, maybe that was part of the plansquirrel wrote: 1 day ago What a great day for Joey and Ryan! Dave must definitely do his job better; the prisoner shouldn't be able to free himself
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Wow seriously your story is full of potential, I love how the kids are totally having fun.
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Thank you all for reading! And for commenting on this story. And now, enjoy the Fourth and final part of this tale.
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Part 4: Joining
Joey was starting to sweat. The strict hogtie was a bit much for him, even as flexible as he was. One rope tied his wrists to his knees. Another ran from his ankles to his elbows, which were tied together so they touched. And on top of that, the ballgag in his mouth pried his jaw open wide. Drool ran down his jaw in rivulets, soaking into the towel beneath him.
Although he had seen pictures, Joey had underestimated how much of a strain this position would put on him. He was starting to cramp up. He had to bite the gag to avoid whimpering. After all, he'd been enjoying himself thoroughly all morning. He didn't want to seem weak, but he needed a break. The ropes dug into his skin.
Mike walked into the den and towered over the boy. "Having fun Joey?" He said with a a smirk.
"Mmmrph." Joey grunted, rolling to his side to look up at his tall, dark haired captor.
"I'll take that as a yes." Mike said, gazing down at the boy with a strange smile.
Joey made a pitiful whine into his gag, trying to pleas with him to let him out. "Hhmmm."
"We're going for a little ride." Mike said after a long silence, where all he did was stare at Joey's squirming form.
"Hmm?" Joey tried to ask.
Mike did not elaborate any further. All he did was kneel down to untie the two ropes holding him in a hogtie. Joey let his legs fall to the floor and groaned in relief. And then his elbows were released, followed by his knees, and then his ankles. Mike gave Joey's shoulders a quick massage, then helped him stand up.
"Okay." Mike said. "I'm going to take you to the bathroom and untie your hands. Do NOT take off the gag. Do what you need to, then come to the living room to see me."
Mike finished his explanation, then took Joey by the arm and lead him out of the den, around the corner, and up the stairs. The bathroom was at the top, and he stopped to untie the last rope. Then he put his hand in the middle of Joey's back and gave him a gentle push into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Joey took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror. The ballgag was huge and he liked the way it looked on him. He reached up to touch the smooth rubber. Then he did his business, washed up, and went back downstairs. Mike was waiting for him, with the ropes laid out beside the same duffel bag he'd been taken in.
"Sit down on the floor." The man odered, and Joey complied.
Mike took Joey's feet in his hands, and traced a finger along the marks in his skin. This made him giggle softly at the tickling sensation. Then Mike tied his feet together again. This time, not as tightly.
"Hug your knees to your chest." Mike said.
When Joey did, his wrists were bound again. Then tied to his ankles. And finally, Mike lifted the boy into the bag, and zipped it up. Again he was carried out of the house, placed in the car, and away they drove.
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Meanwhile, Ryan was still suspended in the basement. He too was drooling down his chest from the thick rubber ball in his mouth. The ropes around his legs made it difficult to balance. So Ryan opted not to struggle too much. At least he wasn't hanging by his arms, merely pulled tight. He had maybe an inch of slack, so his bare feet were planted firmly on the cement floor.
Dave returned to him and smiled, checking the restraints. He ruffled Ryan's hair and then reached up to release the cuffs. As soon as his arms fell, Dave scooped him up and carried him up the basement stairs and placed him on the floor.
"Okay kiddo. Hop over to the kitchen table for me." Dave said, placing a hand on Ryan's back.
Ryan obeyed, hopping the short distance from the hall to the table. Once he sat down, Dave drew his hands through the back of the chair slats, and tied them together. Palm to palm, and cinched in the middle.
Just then, a car pulled up outside. The door opened, and Mike entered the house. He walked into the kitchen and shook Dave's hand.
"How has your morning been?" Mike asked.
"It's gone great!" Dave replied. "Ryan's been a little naughty, but he's all right."
"Mrrph!" Ryan said with a light giggle.
"Feel free to spank him." Mike said. "Joey has been on his best behavior for me. Although it's tough to misbehave with the way I had him trussed up."
At this, Mike set down the duffel bag and emptied the contents on the floor. A plastic bag with a change of clothes for Ryan, some extra ropes, and the bound and gagged Joey.
"Nice work." Dave said. "I'm making sandwiches now."
Mike got to work untying Joey's hands, hoisting him up to the table, and retying his wrists behind the chair. The boys sat across from one another, giggling into their gags. Dave brought four plates to the table and set them down. Mike sat down beside Joey, while Dave sat beside Ryan. The two men began to eat their sandwiches while the boys watched, their stomachs rumbling as their own plates were in front of them.
"Hrm?" Joey grunted.
"Mmph mm!" Ryan echoed, scooting his chair around.
"Keep still." Dave said. "We'll feed you when we're ready."
"Mm drmm!" Ryan protested, looking pitifully at his dad.
"Don't look at me." Mike said, chuckling. "Your kidnapper is in charge of you. Not me."
The boys continued their gag-talk while the men ate. They took their time, chatting about work and sports, momentarily ignoring their bound and gagged sons beside them. It wasn't easy, and Mike kept glancing at them. The boys knew it, and kept squirming in their chairs.
Finally, Mike and Dave finished eating and turned to their captives. The ballgags were popped out and left to dangle around their necks. Joey and Ryan flexed their jaws a bit. They'd been wearing those ballgags for a couple hours, and they felt it. Mike held the sandwich up to Joey's mouth, and Dave held Ryan's, and they hand fed their prisoners. It was a little humiliating, but it was strangely exciting to the boys. After lunch, Dave took the plates to the sink, and Mike gave the boys each a drink.
"Hey dad?" Joey said. "Can I go... Mmmm!" He was quickly silenced by Mike's hand over his mouth.
"Ask your kidnapper." Dave said, turning around. "Mr. Horton is in charge of you today."
Mike nodded and pulled Joey's head back to look down at him. "Remember what we told you earlier. The dads aren't allowed to rescue our sons. You two wanted to be kidnapped, and that's what we're doing today."
"But what about the IronPigs game?" Ryan asked.
Dave came back and clamped his own hand over Ryan's mouth. "We'll worry about that later. For now, I think these two would make some cute mummies."
"I agree." Mike said. "Toss me some duct tape.
"No bondage tape?" Dave asked.
"Nah, duct tape holds better." Mike replied.
"Mmmm!" Ryan and Joey squealed. Neither was thrilled with the prospect of having duct tape all over their skin.
"I'll get the shrink wrap then." Dave said.
"Aww, how thoughtful." Mike said, laughing.
Since Dave had to let go, Ryan was able to talk. "Can I at least change shorts? I drooled all over these."
"You can take them off if you want." Dave said, placing a roll of shrink wrap on the table. He began untying Ryan's wrists. "But all you have with you is clean clothes for the game tonight. So it's these, or your skivvies."
Ryan's eyes widened and he looked at his dad. Mike shook his head. "That's Mr. Benson's call, kiddo. You're lucky he's letting you choose."
Ryan looked at Joey, and back at his dad, and over to Dave. He thought about it a moment. He also realized that his dad was going to take his choice into account for Joey. So he looked at his best friend, eyes wide over the large hand clamped over his mouth. Joey gave a knowing look, then nodded once.
"Okay." Ryan said as he was finally untied. "I choose undies. It'll be too hot in that stuff."
"Good point." Mike said. "It'll be the same for you, Joey."
With that, he released his grip on Joey's mouth and began untying the boy. While he was doing that, Ryan was prepared and led to the living room. Dave made him spin in a circle while he held the shrink wrap roll, wrapping him from shoulders to ankles. Joey was then wrapped the same way, and hopped to join his friend.
Mike pulled the ballgag back into Joey's mouth, and Dave did the same to Ryan. But then, the men smirked at each other.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mike said.
"I think I am." Dave said. "Your call."
They pushed the boys towards each other. But instead of going back to back, they were facing each other. Mike and Dave began wrapping duct tape around them both. Dave did their upper bodies, while Mike did their legs.
"Mrrph! Hmm!" Joey and Ryan grunted in surprise at their new position.
"Where'd you come up with this?" Dave asked.
"One of my colleagues in Chicago." Mike replied. "He tied up his son and his nephew like this a few times. Showed me the pictures too."
"Cool." Mike agreed. "I like it."
"And I think they do too." Dave agreed.
"Mmmmhmm!" The boys, blushing deeply, had to agree. They did like it.
The dads laid their sons on the floor in front of the sofa and sat down. They put their feet up on the boys' as footrests while they watched TV for a little while. The boys struggled against one another, but eventually gave in to the bondage they were placed in. They felt perfectly safe, and knew they would be released eventually. But not knowing exactly when gave them each a thrill. And in spite of the sweaty wrappings, they were really enjoying their captivity.
A phone alarm sounded, and the men's feet lifted off them. Mike and Dave began cutting the tape off and releasing the boys. The tape and shrink wrap came off fairly easily, and finally the ballgags were removed.
"Okay boys." Dave said. "Go get showered and changed. We have a game to get to!"
"All right!" Joey and Ryan stood up and ran to the bathroom, Ryan grabbing his bag of clothes first. They quickly cleaned up and changed. Joey chose a pair of black soccer shorts, Ryan had a pair of denim shorts. Both had matching IronPigs tshirts.
And with that, they all piled in Dave's car and drove to Allentown. It was as if nothing had happened! Although the boys needed to wear some rubber band bracelets to cover the marks on their wrists. But they shared a knowing look the whole time. This had been an amazing day for them, and they couldn't wait to do it again sometime!
THE END.
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Part 4: Joining
Joey was starting to sweat. The strict hogtie was a bit much for him, even as flexible as he was. One rope tied his wrists to his knees. Another ran from his ankles to his elbows, which were tied together so they touched. And on top of that, the ballgag in his mouth pried his jaw open wide. Drool ran down his jaw in rivulets, soaking into the towel beneath him.
Although he had seen pictures, Joey had underestimated how much of a strain this position would put on him. He was starting to cramp up. He had to bite the gag to avoid whimpering. After all, he'd been enjoying himself thoroughly all morning. He didn't want to seem weak, but he needed a break. The ropes dug into his skin.
Mike walked into the den and towered over the boy. "Having fun Joey?" He said with a a smirk.
"Mmmrph." Joey grunted, rolling to his side to look up at his tall, dark haired captor.
"I'll take that as a yes." Mike said, gazing down at the boy with a strange smile.
Joey made a pitiful whine into his gag, trying to pleas with him to let him out. "Hhmmm."
"We're going for a little ride." Mike said after a long silence, where all he did was stare at Joey's squirming form.
"Hmm?" Joey tried to ask.
Mike did not elaborate any further. All he did was kneel down to untie the two ropes holding him in a hogtie. Joey let his legs fall to the floor and groaned in relief. And then his elbows were released, followed by his knees, and then his ankles. Mike gave Joey's shoulders a quick massage, then helped him stand up.
"Okay." Mike said. "I'm going to take you to the bathroom and untie your hands. Do NOT take off the gag. Do what you need to, then come to the living room to see me."
Mike finished his explanation, then took Joey by the arm and lead him out of the den, around the corner, and up the stairs. The bathroom was at the top, and he stopped to untie the last rope. Then he put his hand in the middle of Joey's back and gave him a gentle push into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Joey took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror. The ballgag was huge and he liked the way it looked on him. He reached up to touch the smooth rubber. Then he did his business, washed up, and went back downstairs. Mike was waiting for him, with the ropes laid out beside the same duffel bag he'd been taken in.
"Sit down on the floor." The man odered, and Joey complied.
Mike took Joey's feet in his hands, and traced a finger along the marks in his skin. This made him giggle softly at the tickling sensation. Then Mike tied his feet together again. This time, not as tightly.
"Hug your knees to your chest." Mike said.
When Joey did, his wrists were bound again. Then tied to his ankles. And finally, Mike lifted the boy into the bag, and zipped it up. Again he was carried out of the house, placed in the car, and away they drove.
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Meanwhile, Ryan was still suspended in the basement. He too was drooling down his chest from the thick rubber ball in his mouth. The ropes around his legs made it difficult to balance. So Ryan opted not to struggle too much. At least he wasn't hanging by his arms, merely pulled tight. He had maybe an inch of slack, so his bare feet were planted firmly on the cement floor.
Dave returned to him and smiled, checking the restraints. He ruffled Ryan's hair and then reached up to release the cuffs. As soon as his arms fell, Dave scooped him up and carried him up the basement stairs and placed him on the floor.
"Okay kiddo. Hop over to the kitchen table for me." Dave said, placing a hand on Ryan's back.
Ryan obeyed, hopping the short distance from the hall to the table. Once he sat down, Dave drew his hands through the back of the chair slats, and tied them together. Palm to palm, and cinched in the middle.
Just then, a car pulled up outside. The door opened, and Mike entered the house. He walked into the kitchen and shook Dave's hand.
"How has your morning been?" Mike asked.
"It's gone great!" Dave replied. "Ryan's been a little naughty, but he's all right."
"Mrrph!" Ryan said with a light giggle.
"Feel free to spank him." Mike said. "Joey has been on his best behavior for me. Although it's tough to misbehave with the way I had him trussed up."
At this, Mike set down the duffel bag and emptied the contents on the floor. A plastic bag with a change of clothes for Ryan, some extra ropes, and the bound and gagged Joey.
"Nice work." Dave said. "I'm making sandwiches now."
Mike got to work untying Joey's hands, hoisting him up to the table, and retying his wrists behind the chair. The boys sat across from one another, giggling into their gags. Dave brought four plates to the table and set them down. Mike sat down beside Joey, while Dave sat beside Ryan. The two men began to eat their sandwiches while the boys watched, their stomachs rumbling as their own plates were in front of them.
"Hrm?" Joey grunted.
"Mmph mm!" Ryan echoed, scooting his chair around.
"Keep still." Dave said. "We'll feed you when we're ready."
"Mm drmm!" Ryan protested, looking pitifully at his dad.
"Don't look at me." Mike said, chuckling. "Your kidnapper is in charge of you. Not me."
The boys continued their gag-talk while the men ate. They took their time, chatting about work and sports, momentarily ignoring their bound and gagged sons beside them. It wasn't easy, and Mike kept glancing at them. The boys knew it, and kept squirming in their chairs.
Finally, Mike and Dave finished eating and turned to their captives. The ballgags were popped out and left to dangle around their necks. Joey and Ryan flexed their jaws a bit. They'd been wearing those ballgags for a couple hours, and they felt it. Mike held the sandwich up to Joey's mouth, and Dave held Ryan's, and they hand fed their prisoners. It was a little humiliating, but it was strangely exciting to the boys. After lunch, Dave took the plates to the sink, and Mike gave the boys each a drink.
"Hey dad?" Joey said. "Can I go... Mmmm!" He was quickly silenced by Mike's hand over his mouth.
"Ask your kidnapper." Dave said, turning around. "Mr. Horton is in charge of you today."
Mike nodded and pulled Joey's head back to look down at him. "Remember what we told you earlier. The dads aren't allowed to rescue our sons. You two wanted to be kidnapped, and that's what we're doing today."
"But what about the IronPigs game?" Ryan asked.
Dave came back and clamped his own hand over Ryan's mouth. "We'll worry about that later. For now, I think these two would make some cute mummies."
"I agree." Mike said. "Toss me some duct tape.
"No bondage tape?" Dave asked.
"Nah, duct tape holds better." Mike replied.
"Mmmm!" Ryan and Joey squealed. Neither was thrilled with the prospect of having duct tape all over their skin.
"I'll get the shrink wrap then." Dave said.
"Aww, how thoughtful." Mike said, laughing.
Since Dave had to let go, Ryan was able to talk. "Can I at least change shorts? I drooled all over these."
"You can take them off if you want." Dave said, placing a roll of shrink wrap on the table. He began untying Ryan's wrists. "But all you have with you is clean clothes for the game tonight. So it's these, or your skivvies."
Ryan's eyes widened and he looked at his dad. Mike shook his head. "That's Mr. Benson's call, kiddo. You're lucky he's letting you choose."
Ryan looked at Joey, and back at his dad, and over to Dave. He thought about it a moment. He also realized that his dad was going to take his choice into account for Joey. So he looked at his best friend, eyes wide over the large hand clamped over his mouth. Joey gave a knowing look, then nodded once.
"Okay." Ryan said as he was finally untied. "I choose undies. It'll be too hot in that stuff."
"Good point." Mike said. "It'll be the same for you, Joey."
With that, he released his grip on Joey's mouth and began untying the boy. While he was doing that, Ryan was prepared and led to the living room. Dave made him spin in a circle while he held the shrink wrap roll, wrapping him from shoulders to ankles. Joey was then wrapped the same way, and hopped to join his friend.
Mike pulled the ballgag back into Joey's mouth, and Dave did the same to Ryan. But then, the men smirked at each other.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mike said.
"I think I am." Dave said. "Your call."
They pushed the boys towards each other. But instead of going back to back, they were facing each other. Mike and Dave began wrapping duct tape around them both. Dave did their upper bodies, while Mike did their legs.
"Mrrph! Hmm!" Joey and Ryan grunted in surprise at their new position.
"Where'd you come up with this?" Dave asked.
"One of my colleagues in Chicago." Mike replied. "He tied up his son and his nephew like this a few times. Showed me the pictures too."
"Cool." Mike agreed. "I like it."
"And I think they do too." Dave agreed.
"Mmmmhmm!" The boys, blushing deeply, had to agree. They did like it.
The dads laid their sons on the floor in front of the sofa and sat down. They put their feet up on the boys' as footrests while they watched TV for a little while. The boys struggled against one another, but eventually gave in to the bondage they were placed in. They felt perfectly safe, and knew they would be released eventually. But not knowing exactly when gave them each a thrill. And in spite of the sweaty wrappings, they were really enjoying their captivity.
A phone alarm sounded, and the men's feet lifted off them. Mike and Dave began cutting the tape off and releasing the boys. The tape and shrink wrap came off fairly easily, and finally the ballgags were removed.
"Okay boys." Dave said. "Go get showered and changed. We have a game to get to!"
"All right!" Joey and Ryan stood up and ran to the bathroom, Ryan grabbing his bag of clothes first. They quickly cleaned up and changed. Joey chose a pair of black soccer shorts, Ryan had a pair of denim shorts. Both had matching IronPigs tshirts.
And with that, they all piled in Dave's car and drove to Allentown. It was as if nothing had happened! Although the boys needed to wear some rubber band bracelets to cover the marks on their wrists. But they shared a knowing look the whole time. This had been an amazing day for them, and they couldn't wait to do it again sometime!
THE END.
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Absolutely wonderful story. Amazing job!