The Trap (MM/M) Parts 1 and 2
Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2020 7:29 pm
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!
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
~~~~
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!