Kidnapped for a hunting trip mm/m
Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2020 11:44 pm
This story is a work of fiction
This story took place in the fall of my freshman year of high school. I was 15 at the time when this happened to me. My name is Calvin, I have brown hair, I had a slim build (I still do kind of), and I'm 5 foot 10 inches. The day this happened I was wearing a black pullover, camo cargo pants and black sneakers. I was at home by myself, my dad had left before I woke up to go on his annual hunting trip with my grandfather. My dad has brown hair, a goatee, chubby but has arm muscles and my grandfather is bald, bearded and has a build similar to my dad's. My dad is 6 foot 2 and my grandfather is 6 feet. I was outside in my backyard finishing up raking the leave while listening to my portable CD player, I was listening to a Backstreet Boys CD. I had put the rake back in the shed and closed the door when I was tackled to the ground from behind.
I felt two sets of arms grab a hold of me, whoever they were weren't wearing shirts and they were strong. I tried to scream for help but the two men each clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my yells. "Go ahead and keep screaming, knowing can hear you now" I heard my dad say "my grandson has a quite a mouth on him doesn't he" my grandfather's voice said "yes he does PJ, Calvin has a big mouth and putting a hand over his mouth seems to be the only thing capable of shutting him up" my dad said in response. During this conversation I was struggling in their grasp and mmphing into their hands. "Lets get this boy in the house and trussed up" Grandpa PJ said to my dad and they dragged me across the backyard to the back door. Once inside, my dad grabbed my legs and they carried me into my bedroom.
They took turns restraining me with their arm and handgagging my mouth and I helplessly struggled and tried to yell through their hand. Then they shoved me facedown on my bed. Then they each took a turn jumping on my back and holding me with one arm and holding my mouth as I struggled some more. First my grandfather took his turn then my dad took his. When my dad had his turn, Grandpa PJ look around my room."what's with all these books?" He asked aloud "no pictures, no real action/adventure, science fiction, science books, George Orwell stuff, they're still publishing copies of the handmaidens tale?" He commented in an tone of voice that made it clear that he did not like my literary choices. "He's an odd kid" my dad said to him as I made muffled attempts to defend my reading material. "Pop music, instrumental music what boy listens to that" Grandpa PJ asked aloud in the same disapproving tone "the weird kind" my dad answered as I made muffled attempts to defend my choice of music.
"Let's get him tied up" my grandfather said "I got paracord rope here, this the kind of rope used in the military" he explained. My grandfather served in the military during the Vietnam War, so it's no surprise he'd use the same type of rope that army guys use. My dad grabbed a dirty sock from my hamper and stuffed it in my mouth as my grandfather held my arms behind my back. My dad tied my wrists and arms behind my back, my grandfather said "here let me show you something, see what I'm doing here...I'm cinching between the bindings on his wrists and arms....it makes the bindings more secure" and he cinched between the ropes as he explained this to my dad. Grandpa PJ tied my ankles together as my dad held my legs together "grab me that leather belt of his" he said to my dad, who did as my grandfather requested. "I'm gonna put the belt around his legs above his knees like so and pull tight and secure it" he explained as he did just that "it'll keep your son from bucking his legs around while tying up his legs". My grandfather then tied my legs together in two places elow my knees and my dad tried cinching between the ropes on my legs and ankles. "Perfect, nice and secure" my grandfather commented "now let's sit him up and tie his arms to his body".
My dad sat me up and wrapped the ropes around my waist and arms, midsection and arms, chest and arms. Grandpa PJ cinched between the ropes. I finally managed to spit the sock out of my mouth and asked them why they were doing this to me. My grandfather simply stuffed the sock back in my mouth and my dad put his hand over it. "It's simple Calvin, your dad and I dont really see you as manly like us, so we're kidnapping you and taking you with us" Grandpa PJ explained to me,"we're going to toughen you up" my dad said. My dad removed his hand and took the sock out of my mouth. I pleaded with them to untie me and forget this whole thing, but my grandfather placed a strip of olive drab colored tape over my mouth. "Dont worry, we'll bring you back home sometime tomorrow, we have the entire day, all night and part of the day tomorrow to have our fun with you" my grandfather said as he placed another piece over my mouth. "This is military grade duct tape I'm gagging that mouth of yours with Calvin" he said "yes sir nice and secure, only need one piece but like your dad said you have a big mouth".
I hate when my dad says that whenever he puts his hand over my mouth or when a friend of his or work friend tells me he said that whenever they put their hand over my mouth. Which happens quite a bit. I dont have a big mouth, at least not in a bad way. I'm sociable and like to talk, my dad hates that for some reason. A lot of the time he'll come up behind me and clamp his hand over my mouth for an extended period of time, and his friends and work pals do it too. Which is why I spend time alone in my room. My dad prefers me to be seen and not heard. What I hate most of all, is the few occasions him and one or more of his friends grab me and cover my mouth and drag or carry me to a room where I'm bound and gagged. They sit me near them or in the recliner and keep me like that for the duration of their wrestling show and/or wrestling PPV.
Back to the story, my dad and grandfather carry me to my dad's truck and place me in the backseat and they drive to their usual spot for their annual trip. My dad has his windows tinted, so no one can see in. A day and a half of being their prisoner, in that moment I was dreading it.
This story took place in the fall of my freshman year of high school. I was 15 at the time when this happened to me. My name is Calvin, I have brown hair, I had a slim build (I still do kind of), and I'm 5 foot 10 inches. The day this happened I was wearing a black pullover, camo cargo pants and black sneakers. I was at home by myself, my dad had left before I woke up to go on his annual hunting trip with my grandfather. My dad has brown hair, a goatee, chubby but has arm muscles and my grandfather is bald, bearded and has a build similar to my dad's. My dad is 6 foot 2 and my grandfather is 6 feet. I was outside in my backyard finishing up raking the leave while listening to my portable CD player, I was listening to a Backstreet Boys CD. I had put the rake back in the shed and closed the door when I was tackled to the ground from behind.
I felt two sets of arms grab a hold of me, whoever they were weren't wearing shirts and they were strong. I tried to scream for help but the two men each clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my yells. "Go ahead and keep screaming, knowing can hear you now" I heard my dad say "my grandson has a quite a mouth on him doesn't he" my grandfather's voice said "yes he does PJ, Calvin has a big mouth and putting a hand over his mouth seems to be the only thing capable of shutting him up" my dad said in response. During this conversation I was struggling in their grasp and mmphing into their hands. "Lets get this boy in the house and trussed up" Grandpa PJ said to my dad and they dragged me across the backyard to the back door. Once inside, my dad grabbed my legs and they carried me into my bedroom.
They took turns restraining me with their arm and handgagging my mouth and I helplessly struggled and tried to yell through their hand. Then they shoved me facedown on my bed. Then they each took a turn jumping on my back and holding me with one arm and holding my mouth as I struggled some more. First my grandfather took his turn then my dad took his. When my dad had his turn, Grandpa PJ look around my room."what's with all these books?" He asked aloud "no pictures, no real action/adventure, science fiction, science books, George Orwell stuff, they're still publishing copies of the handmaidens tale?" He commented in an tone of voice that made it clear that he did not like my literary choices. "He's an odd kid" my dad said to him as I made muffled attempts to defend my reading material. "Pop music, instrumental music what boy listens to that" Grandpa PJ asked aloud in the same disapproving tone "the weird kind" my dad answered as I made muffled attempts to defend my choice of music.
"Let's get him tied up" my grandfather said "I got paracord rope here, this the kind of rope used in the military" he explained. My grandfather served in the military during the Vietnam War, so it's no surprise he'd use the same type of rope that army guys use. My dad grabbed a dirty sock from my hamper and stuffed it in my mouth as my grandfather held my arms behind my back. My dad tied my wrists and arms behind my back, my grandfather said "here let me show you something, see what I'm doing here...I'm cinching between the bindings on his wrists and arms....it makes the bindings more secure" and he cinched between the ropes as he explained this to my dad. Grandpa PJ tied my ankles together as my dad held my legs together "grab me that leather belt of his" he said to my dad, who did as my grandfather requested. "I'm gonna put the belt around his legs above his knees like so and pull tight and secure it" he explained as he did just that "it'll keep your son from bucking his legs around while tying up his legs". My grandfather then tied my legs together in two places elow my knees and my dad tried cinching between the ropes on my legs and ankles. "Perfect, nice and secure" my grandfather commented "now let's sit him up and tie his arms to his body".
My dad sat me up and wrapped the ropes around my waist and arms, midsection and arms, chest and arms. Grandpa PJ cinched between the ropes. I finally managed to spit the sock out of my mouth and asked them why they were doing this to me. My grandfather simply stuffed the sock back in my mouth and my dad put his hand over it. "It's simple Calvin, your dad and I dont really see you as manly like us, so we're kidnapping you and taking you with us" Grandpa PJ explained to me,"we're going to toughen you up" my dad said. My dad removed his hand and took the sock out of my mouth. I pleaded with them to untie me and forget this whole thing, but my grandfather placed a strip of olive drab colored tape over my mouth. "Dont worry, we'll bring you back home sometime tomorrow, we have the entire day, all night and part of the day tomorrow to have our fun with you" my grandfather said as he placed another piece over my mouth. "This is military grade duct tape I'm gagging that mouth of yours with Calvin" he said "yes sir nice and secure, only need one piece but like your dad said you have a big mouth".
I hate when my dad says that whenever he puts his hand over my mouth or when a friend of his or work friend tells me he said that whenever they put their hand over my mouth. Which happens quite a bit. I dont have a big mouth, at least not in a bad way. I'm sociable and like to talk, my dad hates that for some reason. A lot of the time he'll come up behind me and clamp his hand over my mouth for an extended period of time, and his friends and work pals do it too. Which is why I spend time alone in my room. My dad prefers me to be seen and not heard. What I hate most of all, is the few occasions him and one or more of his friends grab me and cover my mouth and drag or carry me to a room where I'm bound and gagged. They sit me near them or in the recliner and keep me like that for the duration of their wrestling show and/or wrestling PPV.
Back to the story, my dad and grandfather carry me to my dad's truck and place me in the backseat and they drive to their usual spot for their annual trip. My dad has his windows tinted, so no one can see in. A day and a half of being their prisoner, in that moment I was dreading it.