Hey everyone, welcome back to a new chapter of Logan's babysitting day on Max. Or is it technically Max babysitting Logan now since he's the one tied up by him?
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The march to Max's room was a bit slow, but tolerable to Logan. Ankle cuffs were nothing to him. Being in a household of police officers and an older brother who frequently tied him up a lot, the ankle cuffs their parents owned were fun for part of the game. Considering whenever Alex borrowed their spare handcuffs and the ankle cuffs, Logan was always a prisoner to his older brother that would make him walk like a prisoner when they're alone in their games or handcuff to a chair and feed the chains around the legs to keep him stationary. Leave it to Alex to find creative ways to tie him, like when he was tied to the broomstick and carried around by his limbs. Or Cole using one of his under armor stretch shirts to make some improvised straitjacket on him. So to Logan, the ankle cuffs were natural to him to walk to Max's room while the chains rattled with each step.
The two boys reached the room and Max led his prisoner to the center of the room and told him to stay put. The older teen nodded and watched as Max opened his wardrobe and moved his shirts aside on the main hanging pole. Logan wondered if Max was going to show him his gear and needed the space. Awfully cramped in there, but surprisingly big enough for him to hide all of his gear underneath the boards. But Max wasn't going to fish out any more gear, he was preparing it for Logan's predicament. And to be cheeky, Logan saw that Max had left the bedroom door open and started to sneak away, which caused the chains to rattle and alert the younger boy of his escape. Max poked his head out to smirk and rushed over and closed the door before Logan made it out and locked the door. Now he couldn't escape as he was cuffed after all and couldn't reach the door.
"Going somewhere? No no, you stay put, prisoner." Max teased and flicked Logan on the nose. He pushed Logan back into the center of his room and uncuffed his hands to let him stretch and rub his wrists. Then Max removed his ankle cuffs to let him stretch a bit. "If I were you, I'd use the bathroom, because I'm going to have you tied up and tortured for a long time." he said with a smile.
Logan smiled to ruffle his hair. "Sounds good then," he said and went to the bathroom quickly. Once he came back, he saw Max had the cuffs ready. He looked at the boy and the wooden pole in the wardrobe and cuffs to get the main idea. "Ooh I see what you have in mind for me. In that case, let me get more prepared for you." he said with a grin and removed his tee shirt and gym shorts to be in his orange boxer briefs and held his arms out for Max to cuff.
Max's smile grew bigger as he was almost practically jumping on the balls of his feet. Logan was eager as he was to be tied up. Normally he was the one to be tied up a lot by Mark, and it was rare for him to tie up his usual babysitter. But with Logan, someone in his age group, he was excited to be tying him up for revenge. Maybe he was overexaggerating about Logan making him smell his shoe as there were other ways to play tied up games and being stubborn to lock himself in the bathroom. So, now he can have revenge with his babysitter. "Good boy, Logan." he said and cuffed one wrist and locked it and led him to the wardrobe. He quickly remembered something and locked his ankles as well in their respective cuffs.
Logan smiled as he let himself be led and playfully struggled against him by pulling against Max. But he didn't pull too hard to hurt Max and let him look weak and Max being stronger to pull him in. The cuffed boy was placed under the wooden pole and fed the free cuff over the pole and cuffed Logan's other wrist. Now Logan was a tall kid, least the third tallest in his cross country team, but his head was practically touching the pole and his arms slouched and looked like chicken wings. Max shook his head as he thought this didn't look good as he thought it would.
Unsatisfied with the idea, the 11 year old boy uncuffed his wrist and brought it back over the pole and cuffed it back in the front. With a better idea in mind, Max went to his hidden boards and removed one of the planks to reach in and pulled out a small bag. And to Logan, he could hear some chains rattle inside. Max had set the bag down and opened it to shuffle through and pulled out a small length of chain links, a foot long at most for Logan's height. He ran out to get one of his padlocks and ran back in. He hoped this worked now.
Max stood behind Logan and gently pushed the back of his knees to make him sit on them. Logan giggled a bit as Max was trying to give him a good prisoner experience of having control of him and watched him closely. The short chain Max had grabbed was looped around the handcuffs and then fed around the wooden bar and pulled until it was taut. Once Logan's hands were above his head, almost touching the bar, Max kept the chains fairly close and took the padlock to lock them together. And when the captured teen had heard the click, he knew his fate was sealed to the boy's torture methods. Depends on what he was going to do.
"Perfect. All secured and vulnerable to me." Max teased and flicked Logan's nose. "I got a nice belly to tickle, as well as armpits and cuffed feet. How ticklish are you, Logan?"
Gulping, the older blonde boy knew what was to come. But he wasn't going to tell Max. He was going to discover that on his own accords. "Uh… N-No I'm not ticklish or anything." he lied. In fact, Logan was very ticklish in his armpits and with them being exposed in the open air knew it was over in the beginning.
Max wasn't fazed by Logan's words. He could tell he was lying there. So he was ticklish around, and he was going to discover it. "Shame. I thought for sure you'd be ticklish. Oh well, I can still tickle you for fun." he said and plucked a hair from Logan's armpit to make the teen hiss a bit. And Logan hated that armpit hair because of how it looked and faintly tickles his armpits and why he had to shave them to get rid of them. "But first, my prisoner needs a gag and we can begin the experiments." Max smirked.
"Experiments? And gag?" Logan asked, stupidly. He wasn't sure if Max was like playing a game of a person so he was following along with him. He had to think quickly. "Let me go! You can't do this! I'm a human being!"
Smiling, Max quickly prevented himself from giggling like mad as he was happy to see Logan was into roleplaying. Probably had done that a lot with his brother from their games. So he was happy to have him as a babysitter like Mark. "Nope. You were once a human being, but no longer have that right and will be a perfect test subject." Max smiled and took off his socks and grabbed a roll of duct tape. "Now time to be quiet. I prefer quiet lab rats."
The chains started to rattle as Logan playfully struggled to try and escape from the crazy boy going to tickle torture him. But he broke character to chuckle a bit as he was having fun after all, much like of Alex and Cole playing games with him. "Hehe, uh sorry," he said and got back into character. "No! Get away from me!" But Max watched him struggle and got behind him to press the socks against his mouth and the trapped teen opened his mouth for him. The red socks were stuffed into his mouth to make his cheeks bulge and he clamped down hard to keep them in for Max as he unraveled the duct tape and soon started wrapping it around his head a couple of times. "Mmph! Mmugh!"
After the gagging, Max busted out laughing as he saw what Logan looked like gagged. His cheeks were bulging under the tape like a chipmunk. And Logan wasn't used to two socks in his mouth, one from Alex or Cole was enough to gag him quietly and effectively. Even one of his own socks was enough for him to chew on and be quiet on. Max smiled after collecting himself and flicked Logan's nose some more. "Now my test subject is quiet, time for the tickling torture." he said and placed his fingers on Logan's bare stomach.
Logan yelped as Max started tickling him, his thin fingers dancing across his skin in quick movements. His muscles tightened as he tried to contain himself from laughing out loudly in his gag, but the longer he tried to, the harder it became to contain his laughter. And seeing how Logan was trying hard not to, Max started tickling him even harder with a wide grin on his face. The 11 year old boy knew by now Logan was somewhat ticklish there, but knew it wasn't his real tickle spot and had to find the right one. And that's when he went for his armpits. That's what caught Logan off guard.
A loud muffled scream of happiness escaped from the older teen's gagged mouth and his struggles were wild in the wardrobe closet. "Mwhahaha!" he shouted and laughed with tears escaping from his eyes. Max smiled as he found the spot and dug his fingers into his armpits while laughing with him. But he quickly stopped as he didn't want Logan's wrists to be sore and red from the handcuffs and struggling. That would be hard to explain how he got those marks on his wrists to his parents. And when he stopped, Logan was breathing heavily through his nose and slumped on his knees. "Mwams…" Logan sighed to Max as he couldn't endure it more without hurting himself.
Smiling, Max ruffled Logan's hair and grabbed a black silk scarf from his boards. He quickly wrapped it around his eyes to prevent any light from entering. "Such a good test subject, you stay there and recover." he ordered and stepped out. "I'm going to get a snack and some more torture tools to use on you. I'll be right back." He closed the closet door and then locked it. Logan yelped when he heard the door click and screamed loudly to let him out and not leave him in. That wasn't part of the deal or game. But Max knew of this reaction. "Don't worry, I'm not really leaving you in there. What I said is true, I'm getting a snack since it's like lunch time. And I doubt you can cook." The made Logan huff in his gag, that part may be true that he can't cook unlike his brother can, but he can make him a nice sandwich if he asked. "Sit tight, prisoner. You have just scratched the surface of my torture regimen I get from Mark." Max continued and knocked to leave Logan alone.
And that's where Logan was for the time being. Handcuffed inside Max's wardrobe, gagged by his socks, blindfolded and locked away. Least he wasn't cold for just being in his boxer briefs. Still exhausted from the short ticklish hell he was put in. All he could do and wait and see if Max was true to his word and came back to him. If not, Logan was going to find a way to break out and punish the little brat if he was going to leave him there all day.