His Biggest Fan (m/m)
Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 3:40 am
I was mucking it up with some of our fellow board members in the chat this evening when someone made a suggestion to a story that was in the process of being posted on this site. As the story was nonfiction, suggestions weren't really possible to take into consideration. However, that instantly recalled me back to the great Stephen King novel "MISERY" (in all honesty I have never seen the movie.) Those of you who don't know the plot, well, look it up.
Anyways, this is just part I of a story that came to mind as soon as I saw this discussion. And to understand the full reference, I strongly urge you to first read "Adventures in Babysitting" in the nonfiction section by our very own [mention]fratboydanny[/mention]
His Biggest Fan
The clacking of the laptop keys intensified throughout the night as Daniel work feverishly to complete the latest chapter of his story. It had been a number of years since he posted his last installment - work, romance, everything you could possibly come up with - had gotten in the way of him finishing his story. While the author did genuinely feel a sense of regret disappointing his readers, those regrets were easily dismissed considering the sheer number of his fellow authors who posted to the site with their own creations. Moreover, unlike his competitors’ stories, his was non-fiction and he wasn’t soon to forget the experience; he could finish this whenever he chose without skipping a single salient detail. In fact, he did not have any real intention of progressing with the story at the moment, but a chance encounter saw the first three chapters be reposted on the forum, allowing hundreds of new members to read it for the first time. The feedback was glowing, enough to stroke Daniel’s ego enough to prompt him to come out of his self-inflicted retirement to finish the story.
As he typed, he reflected on the experience some sixteen years before that ignited in him his passion for being tied up. The neighborhood boys had tied him up and gagged him numerous times over the course of a few days; the consequence of making a foolish bet. There were nets, rope, bandannas, and above all, there were socks. Lots of socks. Even as Daniel remembered and he typed, he’d occasionally scrunch his toes in his black UnderArmor crew socks. In the intervening years, he had been tied up countless times, both physically and through the cyber world. The forum in which he posted his first segments of the story had become a beacon for all tie-up enthusiasts, and he found himself engaged in a wide variety of different scenarios, almost all of them resulting in his capture.
The memories kept flooding back and as he got more and more excited, he typed feverishly; his thought process momentarily derailed by the knock at the door. Must be the Blue Apron, he thought to himself as he rolled his chair out from his desk and went to answer the door.
He shuffled his socked feet as he emerged from his spare bedroom that he used as an office and while he was certainly not prim and proper for a night on the town, his attire of socks, long-sleeve light blue t-shirt and gray Adidas shorts made a fitting outfit for what was going to simply be a night in to complete the story. He opened the door, revealing another gentleman in his early thirties, holding the familiar brown box Daniel has been accustomed to receiving every few weeks. Although the deliveryman isn’t the usual kid in his early twenties, Daniel doesn’t take too much notice, the delivery guy’s very casual attire of shirt, jeans and beige flip-flops failing to appeal to him on any level.
“Thank you. I’ve been expecting this all day,” Daniel said as he took the box.
“Yea, we’re sorry about that,” the unnamed visitor said casually, but assertively. “We had a malfunction at the sorting facility that’s been causing us chaos all day and backed up the delivery system. As a result, we need you to sign for this package so that we’re absolutely sure you received it.”
The excuse seemed plausible enough to Daniel, who nodded his head and turned around to set the box down on the table. No sooner had he set the box down than he heard the apartment door close shut. Before he could illicit any reaction, he felt one arm wrap around his waist, pulling him backwards until he was up against the body of the now-intruder. Any vocal protest was soon muffled, the result of a scrunched up no-show sock clamped over his nose and mouth. It certainly smelled like it had been worn before, but there was something else that invaded Daniel’s nostrils.
“Just like in your story, Danny, only this time, it’s real,” he heard whispered in his ear, the warm breath piercing his right ear.
“Mmmmmmpphhh,” was all that could emit from Danny’s mouth as he tried desperately to process his predicament. With each breath he took, however, the pungent and sweet odor intensified, sending his mind into a cloud. Then it hit him: chloroform!
FLASHBACK, SIXTEEN YEARS EARLIER: When I returned down stairs, I was grabbed from behind and a sock was shoved over my face. I mmmmphhed into the sock. It did have a used smell about it. Sean walked up to me which meant Doug was holding me. Sean said, "That is what we like to believe is a chloroform rag. We are knocking you out. You can smell the fumes right?" I knodded. Sean continued, "This is what we used to do when we would play. It tries to make it more real than just tying each other up. Are you ok with this?" Doug released the sock from my face. As Sean was saying what he said and as I was held by Doug, my mind was once again racing that this was too good to be true. These guys truly did get into the whole tie up thing and even added the notion of being kidnapped into it. I looked at Sean and said, "ya, I am ok with this. It adds a little to the game."
“Figure it out yet?” he was taunted by his soon-to-be-captor.
Instantly, Daniel thrived about, twisting left and right in a desperate attempt break from the vise-like grip. Unfortunately, his admiration for socks was proving to be a critical element of his eventual defeat; the socks failing to grip the ground properly as he continued to struggle.
By now his “mmmmppphhhs” were more of a high-pitched muffled scream that only delighted his intruder more.
“That’s it, just take nice deep breaths…it’ll all be over soon.”
The intruder was right. Daniel’s head felt like it was spinning. The smell emanating from the sock had been so intoxicating…so inviting; he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Just as he felt himself losing it, the smell dissipated as the sock was pulled down from his face. He gasped for oxygen as he tried to look up at the assailant. In his blurred state, he saw the figure clearly smiling down at him.
“Having fun yet, pal?” he heard in a mocking tone before the voice then imitated a heavy German accent. “Tell me, Daniel, vill dis chloroform keep you unconscious?”
In his dazed state, he still remembered the reference and a sense of calm overwhelmed him; a sense of excitement rather than fear. He looked up at the captor, gave a weak “Yes…” before the sock was replaced over his face yet again. “Sleep peacefully, Danny,” was the last thing he heard before the darkness closed in around him.
Anyways, this is just part I of a story that came to mind as soon as I saw this discussion. And to understand the full reference, I strongly urge you to first read "Adventures in Babysitting" in the nonfiction section by our very own [mention]fratboydanny[/mention]
His Biggest Fan
The clacking of the laptop keys intensified throughout the night as Daniel work feverishly to complete the latest chapter of his story. It had been a number of years since he posted his last installment - work, romance, everything you could possibly come up with - had gotten in the way of him finishing his story. While the author did genuinely feel a sense of regret disappointing his readers, those regrets were easily dismissed considering the sheer number of his fellow authors who posted to the site with their own creations. Moreover, unlike his competitors’ stories, his was non-fiction and he wasn’t soon to forget the experience; he could finish this whenever he chose without skipping a single salient detail. In fact, he did not have any real intention of progressing with the story at the moment, but a chance encounter saw the first three chapters be reposted on the forum, allowing hundreds of new members to read it for the first time. The feedback was glowing, enough to stroke Daniel’s ego enough to prompt him to come out of his self-inflicted retirement to finish the story.
As he typed, he reflected on the experience some sixteen years before that ignited in him his passion for being tied up. The neighborhood boys had tied him up and gagged him numerous times over the course of a few days; the consequence of making a foolish bet. There were nets, rope, bandannas, and above all, there were socks. Lots of socks. Even as Daniel remembered and he typed, he’d occasionally scrunch his toes in his black UnderArmor crew socks. In the intervening years, he had been tied up countless times, both physically and through the cyber world. The forum in which he posted his first segments of the story had become a beacon for all tie-up enthusiasts, and he found himself engaged in a wide variety of different scenarios, almost all of them resulting in his capture.
The memories kept flooding back and as he got more and more excited, he typed feverishly; his thought process momentarily derailed by the knock at the door. Must be the Blue Apron, he thought to himself as he rolled his chair out from his desk and went to answer the door.
He shuffled his socked feet as he emerged from his spare bedroom that he used as an office and while he was certainly not prim and proper for a night on the town, his attire of socks, long-sleeve light blue t-shirt and gray Adidas shorts made a fitting outfit for what was going to simply be a night in to complete the story. He opened the door, revealing another gentleman in his early thirties, holding the familiar brown box Daniel has been accustomed to receiving every few weeks. Although the deliveryman isn’t the usual kid in his early twenties, Daniel doesn’t take too much notice, the delivery guy’s very casual attire of shirt, jeans and beige flip-flops failing to appeal to him on any level.
“Thank you. I’ve been expecting this all day,” Daniel said as he took the box.
“Yea, we’re sorry about that,” the unnamed visitor said casually, but assertively. “We had a malfunction at the sorting facility that’s been causing us chaos all day and backed up the delivery system. As a result, we need you to sign for this package so that we’re absolutely sure you received it.”
The excuse seemed plausible enough to Daniel, who nodded his head and turned around to set the box down on the table. No sooner had he set the box down than he heard the apartment door close shut. Before he could illicit any reaction, he felt one arm wrap around his waist, pulling him backwards until he was up against the body of the now-intruder. Any vocal protest was soon muffled, the result of a scrunched up no-show sock clamped over his nose and mouth. It certainly smelled like it had been worn before, but there was something else that invaded Daniel’s nostrils.
“Just like in your story, Danny, only this time, it’s real,” he heard whispered in his ear, the warm breath piercing his right ear.
“Mmmmmmpphhh,” was all that could emit from Danny’s mouth as he tried desperately to process his predicament. With each breath he took, however, the pungent and sweet odor intensified, sending his mind into a cloud. Then it hit him: chloroform!
FLASHBACK, SIXTEEN YEARS EARLIER: When I returned down stairs, I was grabbed from behind and a sock was shoved over my face. I mmmmphhed into the sock. It did have a used smell about it. Sean walked up to me which meant Doug was holding me. Sean said, "That is what we like to believe is a chloroform rag. We are knocking you out. You can smell the fumes right?" I knodded. Sean continued, "This is what we used to do when we would play. It tries to make it more real than just tying each other up. Are you ok with this?" Doug released the sock from my face. As Sean was saying what he said and as I was held by Doug, my mind was once again racing that this was too good to be true. These guys truly did get into the whole tie up thing and even added the notion of being kidnapped into it. I looked at Sean and said, "ya, I am ok with this. It adds a little to the game."
“Figure it out yet?” he was taunted by his soon-to-be-captor.
Instantly, Daniel thrived about, twisting left and right in a desperate attempt break from the vise-like grip. Unfortunately, his admiration for socks was proving to be a critical element of his eventual defeat; the socks failing to grip the ground properly as he continued to struggle.
By now his “mmmmppphhhs” were more of a high-pitched muffled scream that only delighted his intruder more.
“That’s it, just take nice deep breaths…it’ll all be over soon.”
The intruder was right. Daniel’s head felt like it was spinning. The smell emanating from the sock had been so intoxicating…so inviting; he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Just as he felt himself losing it, the smell dissipated as the sock was pulled down from his face. He gasped for oxygen as he tried to look up at the assailant. In his blurred state, he saw the figure clearly smiling down at him.
“Having fun yet, pal?” he heard in a mocking tone before the voice then imitated a heavy German accent. “Tell me, Daniel, vill dis chloroform keep you unconscious?”
In his dazed state, he still remembered the reference and a sense of calm overwhelmed him; a sense of excitement rather than fear. He looked up at the captor, gave a weak “Yes…” before the sock was replaced over his face yet again. “Sleep peacefully, Danny,” was the last thing he heard before the darkness closed in around him.