Tom wasn't the best at hiding his search history. Or using incognito mode.
His computer illiteracy is what led to Rich and Harry, snooping through his computer one day, to find a colourful history. Videos upon videos of people – predominantly men – being tied up, and tickled. It certainly made for interesting viewing.
Rich and Harry quickly hatched a plan. A plan for Tom to have a fun weekend that he clearly fantasised about. And the upcoming weekend was perfect. Tom's mother was headed out for a conference, or something of the sort, and thus would be gone for most of the weekend, if not until Tuesday, her conferences were plentiful and varied in how long they were. If Lady Luck was on their side, then she'd be gone for a long time.
Regardless, they made arrangements with Tom, his mother, and their own parents, to spend the weekend at Tom's. All agreed. Step one, going fine.
Step two, was the part where it almost collapsed. It involved buying the tools of their plan. Rich said it was Harry's idea, and thus he should foot the bill, and Harry said that it was their idea and each of them should pay their way. Eventually, they both pitched in money and step two was quickly finished.
Step three: set the trap. This required some waiting. The first half of the plan was finished by Wednesday, so now, for steps three and four, they had to wait for Friday.
The days came and went, and finally, their day had come. Harry had all of the equipment, and after carefully admiring and preparing it all, he put it in a duffel bag and headed to Tom's house. He'd considered trying some of it out, but thought the honour of breaking them in should be Tom's.
Harry got there first, which mildly annoyed him, since he and Rich had agreed to meet at the same time, but he pushed it aside. Tom's mother had already left, and the man himself greeted him at the door. He asked what the duffel bag was for, and he said it was just clothes.
The two watched some TV for an hour, with Harry's anticipation getting higher and higher all the time. He found it difficult to sit still. Tom was, thankfully, not the observant sort, and thus didn't notice.
Rich appeared an hour and ten minutes after we had scheduled, and it was fortunately, just as a show ended. I nodded at Rich and he said "now I'm here, how about we... go upstairs?"
Harry rolled his eyes at the complete lack of subtlety, but Tom was still none the wiser. Somehow. It didn't matter. Step three was progressing with every step Tom took up the stairs. Harry grabbed the duffel bag and followed. Tom said he just needed to use the bathroom, and then he'd be with them.
This was perfect. The two couldn't believe their luck. They got to work quickly. Harry unzipped the duffel bag, where the various cuffs and rope we had bought were kept. Rich was puzzled when he found the cuffs were thinly wrapped in bubble wrap. "I had to keep them quiet." Harry said "the noise could give it away!"
"Oh, whatever, just hand me a pair of cuffs." The two had settled on padded cuffs, at least to start with. Tom was inevitably going to struggle, so they didn't want him to injure himself by pulling hard at cuffs, or by chafing with rope. They were like medical restraints they saw used in the movies on asylum patients, and they figured that if they kept down a psycho, they'd keep down Tom.
Rich tied the two he was given at either corner at the top of the bed, and Harry did the same at the foot of the bed. Harry had attached a carbine and strap to the cuffs before hand, to save time.
The straps were short, and would mean that Tom would be stretched out and his ability to struggle would be limited at best. Ideal. After securing them to the bed frames, they hid the cuffs under the bed, and Harry then hid himself under the bed.
About ten seconds later, the toilet flushed, and Tom emerged. He sat down on the bed with Rich, saying "where's Harry?"
Rich gave a generic answer like "oh he's somewhere, can't remember what he's doing."
After bracing himself, Harry gave the signal, two taps on the bedframe with a ring he was wearing. He heard a brief struggle and several curses from Tom as Rich grabbed hold of him and physically restrained him.
Harry crawled out from under the bed, and started his role in the ambush. He pulled off Tom's shorts first, exposing his blue boxer briefs, before pulling his ankles towards the cuffs, and systematically strapping them in, a task made difficult by his kicking. The kicking was immediately limited to twitching.
His upper body was still thrashing around though. Rich was the strongest of them, however, and was holding him firmly, but Tom was putting up a good fight. Rich pulled off his shirt, and Harry helped him strap in Tom's wrists. Harry couldn't help but notice that Tom was a twink in every physical definition of the word.
Regardless of his body type, Tom was now securely tied down, dressed only in his boxers and light grey ankle socks. He was swearing and struggling and threatening, but it was all useless. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead from the sweat, and he was already starting to tire.
Step three was successfully fulfilled.
It was time for step four to begin
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Me again, after quite the hiatus. Hope you enjoy the story. I intend to continue it if enough people do enjoy it. Be sure to comment your thoughts and any feedback. Thanks a bunch!
The Trap (MM/M) Parts 1 and 2
The Trap (MM/M) Parts 1 and 2
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Okay, they have him restrained. Now what?
More please. Don't make us wait too long.
More please. Don't make us wait too long.
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This is a good start! Would like to read more 
Cool story! I hope Tom is very ticklish 
Part 2
Harry could hardly contain his excitement. Yet for all his preparation – and expense – for the plan, he wasn't sure where to start. Step four of the plan had been left intentionally vague. It was the longest stage, stretched out, much like Tom was physically, over the weekend, or however long Tom's mum was gone. But there was no specific instructions. It was assumed that their creativity would spur them on at the time.
Tom was still being held down by the restraints, and hurling a whole manner of verbal abuse at the two. He could tell though, that the demands to be let go were only half genuine. It seemed he was really into it. And there were certain... physical signs, of this.
Rich was reaching into the duffel, and Harry saw that he was reaching for the ball gag. Harry tapped him on the shoulder and mouthed "not yet".
Harry finally made his mind up. He grabbed the top of one of Tom's ankle socks, and pulled it off with ease (the benefits of ankle socks). He tried to pull his now bared foot away as he realised what was coming for him, but the strap still held him as tight as ever.
Harry quickly attacked the sole of his foot with his fingernails, causing Tom to arch upwards and his curses to turn into laughs, albeit reluctant ones. His foot and toes wriggled and scruched up and tried to get away as they had been since the start of the ordeal, but Tom caught his foot and held it with a firm grip.
Now, it really could not escape. On the other foot, Rich was doing the same, but he had laid across Tom's body, pinning him down. Harry considered doing the same, but opted to stay knelt down at the end of the bed, there wasn't enough room, and he preferred the view of Tom's soles.
Rich was tickling the other foot with his fingers, but beside him, had placed a hairbrush that he'd found on Tom's dresser. Tom's other sock was still on, Harry assumed that the brush was for when it came on.
In spite of the sock, Tom was laughing just as hard, if not harder, than he was when Harry was tickling him by himself and without the sock. "Solely tickling him", he thought to himself with a chuckle.
This had Harry wondering if the sock somehow made it tickle more, but that didn't make sense to him. He opted to watch Rich at work for a few minutes, to see if what he thought was true.
It certainly wasn't.
Rich eventually got around to taking Tom's sock off, but it wasn't how Harry had done it, in one fell swoop. Rather, he took it off gradually. First exposing and tickling the heel, then the bridge, before finally removing it and throwing it at Tom's face. He shook it off immediately, aided by the increased tickling he recieved.
Tom was laughing harder than ever as Rich tickled his bared sole with his fingers, Harry could only imagine how it'd be when the hairbrush was used. Harry, feeling cruel, remembered a bottle of baby oil he'd brought with him. He snapped his fingers to get Rich's attention, before grabbing the bottle and throwing it to him.
It took Rich a moment to realise what it was for, and then it clicked and his eyes lit up. He quickly applied it and got to work. Tom had brieflystopped laughing and returned to his regularly scheduled spew of abuse and swearing. "Are you sure we can't use the ball gag?" Rich asked him quietly.
Not that it was quiet enough, Tom quickly shouted "what ball-" he was cut off by Rich tickling his freshly-oiled feet.
Harry, raising his voice over the laughter said "not yet". He didn't know what he was saving it for, but he assumed he'd figure it out. Step four could have been planned in much more detail.
But Tom didn't seem to be noticing it all too much, he was either enjoying or hating it, and laughing to a point where it was a wonder he could breath. Rich had his foot in a headlock sort of hold, and was tickling it with the hairbrush now, and the baby oil was only amplifying the effect.
He was still kicking his foot around like mad, his toes flexing and scrunching, but it was no use, Rich had his foot trapped and was tickling it like mad. Harry had the slightest suspicion that he'd gone back and watched some videos to refine his tickling technique.
Harry told him to get off of Tom, which he did, and then Harry climbed onto the bed and straddled him before he could start moving around too much. One leg was still jerking erratically, but Harry stayed atop him.
Harry took it upon himself to tickle the boy's exposed ribs, which were easy to locate. He wasn't sure if this effected Tom any, since the foot tickling seemed to have him at his limit, but he did it anyway for good measure. He said to Tom "you really should eat more", but again, he wasn't sure if this registered.
One thing was for sure, it was going to be a long weekend for Tom.
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Hope this one is satisfactory. Thank you to all those whom read and commented. I'm open to suggestions for future parts (of which I hope there are many), as well as general criticism/feedback.
Harry could hardly contain his excitement. Yet for all his preparation – and expense – for the plan, he wasn't sure where to start. Step four of the plan had been left intentionally vague. It was the longest stage, stretched out, much like Tom was physically, over the weekend, or however long Tom's mum was gone. But there was no specific instructions. It was assumed that their creativity would spur them on at the time.
Tom was still being held down by the restraints, and hurling a whole manner of verbal abuse at the two. He could tell though, that the demands to be let go were only half genuine. It seemed he was really into it. And there were certain... physical signs, of this.
Rich was reaching into the duffel, and Harry saw that he was reaching for the ball gag. Harry tapped him on the shoulder and mouthed "not yet".
Harry finally made his mind up. He grabbed the top of one of Tom's ankle socks, and pulled it off with ease (the benefits of ankle socks). He tried to pull his now bared foot away as he realised what was coming for him, but the strap still held him as tight as ever.
Harry quickly attacked the sole of his foot with his fingernails, causing Tom to arch upwards and his curses to turn into laughs, albeit reluctant ones. His foot and toes wriggled and scruched up and tried to get away as they had been since the start of the ordeal, but Tom caught his foot and held it with a firm grip.
Now, it really could not escape. On the other foot, Rich was doing the same, but he had laid across Tom's body, pinning him down. Harry considered doing the same, but opted to stay knelt down at the end of the bed, there wasn't enough room, and he preferred the view of Tom's soles.
Rich was tickling the other foot with his fingers, but beside him, had placed a hairbrush that he'd found on Tom's dresser. Tom's other sock was still on, Harry assumed that the brush was for when it came on.
In spite of the sock, Tom was laughing just as hard, if not harder, than he was when Harry was tickling him by himself and without the sock. "Solely tickling him", he thought to himself with a chuckle.
This had Harry wondering if the sock somehow made it tickle more, but that didn't make sense to him. He opted to watch Rich at work for a few minutes, to see if what he thought was true.
It certainly wasn't.
Rich eventually got around to taking Tom's sock off, but it wasn't how Harry had done it, in one fell swoop. Rather, he took it off gradually. First exposing and tickling the heel, then the bridge, before finally removing it and throwing it at Tom's face. He shook it off immediately, aided by the increased tickling he recieved.
Tom was laughing harder than ever as Rich tickled his bared sole with his fingers, Harry could only imagine how it'd be when the hairbrush was used. Harry, feeling cruel, remembered a bottle of baby oil he'd brought with him. He snapped his fingers to get Rich's attention, before grabbing the bottle and throwing it to him.
It took Rich a moment to realise what it was for, and then it clicked and his eyes lit up. He quickly applied it and got to work. Tom had brieflystopped laughing and returned to his regularly scheduled spew of abuse and swearing. "Are you sure we can't use the ball gag?" Rich asked him quietly.
Not that it was quiet enough, Tom quickly shouted "what ball-" he was cut off by Rich tickling his freshly-oiled feet.
Harry, raising his voice over the laughter said "not yet". He didn't know what he was saving it for, but he assumed he'd figure it out. Step four could have been planned in much more detail.
But Tom didn't seem to be noticing it all too much, he was either enjoying or hating it, and laughing to a point where it was a wonder he could breath. Rich had his foot in a headlock sort of hold, and was tickling it with the hairbrush now, and the baby oil was only amplifying the effect.
He was still kicking his foot around like mad, his toes flexing and scrunching, but it was no use, Rich had his foot trapped and was tickling it like mad. Harry had the slightest suspicion that he'd gone back and watched some videos to refine his tickling technique.
Harry told him to get off of Tom, which he did, and then Harry climbed onto the bed and straddled him before he could start moving around too much. One leg was still jerking erratically, but Harry stayed atop him.
Harry took it upon himself to tickle the boy's exposed ribs, which were easy to locate. He wasn't sure if this effected Tom any, since the foot tickling seemed to have him at his limit, but he did it anyway for good measure. He said to Tom "you really should eat more", but again, he wasn't sure if this registered.
One thing was for sure, it was going to be a long weekend for Tom.
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Hope this one is satisfactory. Thank you to all those whom read and commented. I'm open to suggestions for future parts (of which I hope there are many), as well as general criticism/feedback.