Harry and Nick (M/m)
Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2020 12:37 pm
Hello, and thank you for coming to read my first story. I was quite nervous about joining the site but I very much enjoyed writing the story and would be happy to write more if you enjoy it. It's told from the perspective of Nick, who's babysitting Harry. I hope you enjoy.
Part 1: Harry's first time tied up
I looked at my watch. Five minutes left. I looked up at Harry, still wriggling about on his bed as he had been for the past fifteen minutes. The boy was tied in a loose hogtie, his hands tied behind his back with a rope connecting his wrists to his bound ankles. When the rope was taught, his knees were bent at a right angle, which left him plenty of wiggle room. I had also tied a rope around his chest, pinning his arms to his torso and cinched it under his armpits. The corner of a red bandanna poked out from underneath the black duct tape, which I had wrapped around his mouth a few times.
Our eyes met. He couldn't smile under the tape, but it was clear that he was having the time of his life. I stood up and put on my best supervillain impression. "Mwa ha ha haaaa! You'll never escape in time. Soon, my evil plan will be ready, and you'll be trapped..." I paused for a moment to add to the drama. "Forever!"
"Mph mph-mpher mph mph-mph mph mph!" Harry tried to say. I assumed there was an exclamation point on the end of the sentence; it was so quiet it made it hard to tell. I had to guess at what he was trying to say.
"Oh, but in five minutes, I will, and then you'll be mine! Mwa ha ha ha ha!" I said, overly dramatically.
Harry giggled beneath his gag. At least, that's what I think he did. The cheerful look in his eyes gave it away. He started struggling and thrashing more intently, causing his pyjama top to ride up and expose his stomach. He rolled onto his back, causing his short, black hair to fall away from his face, which was a picture of childish joy.
It was good to see. Unlike most of his peers, Harry was a ten year-old who still enjoyed a bit of childish play. He clearly loved my over-the-top villain routine, although I couldn't imagine what most of my friends would say about it. They'd probably say it was a bit camp.
Harry was struggling quite hard for the last five minutes of the escape challenge trying his best to free his hands and say something other than, "Mph," but he made no progress towards getting loose. I had tied him as securely as I could - this was a good chance to practice my ropework, after all. I'd made an effort not to tie him in an uncomfortable position and I hadn't stuffed the bandana all the way in to avoid the risk of making him gag. It was important that he enjoyed it but I was not about to let him escape. I was pretty confident I'd got the balance correct.
Five minutes turned to four, then three, then two, then one, then zero. He'd made no progress on the knots, which I'd tied just out of his reach.
"Time's up, boy!" I said.
Harry glared at me, "Mhp!" he tried to say, before he could no longer keep up the act and started giggling again.
"Now," I began, taking more ropes out of my bag, "you're going to be mine forever! I will put you into my machine, which will drain your brain power by forcing you to watch an episode of... Scooby Doo!" By this, I meant I'd put him in front of the TV for another half hour before untying him to send to bed, as we agreed.
"MPHHHHHHHH!" He 'bellowed' and dramatically waved his head back and forth. I think he was trying to say, "NOOOOOOOO!" He wasn't as good at being melodramatic as me, probably because he kept laughing.
"We'll, it's tough!" I said. "You're trapped in the clutches of the evil, of the undefeatable, of the devilishly handsome, of the nefarious... NICK!" I probably should have come up with a better villain name, because with this we both started laughing. Well, one of us was laughing. The other one made more of a few muffled squeaks, which I had to interpret as laughter.
With that, Harry's 'punishment' could begin.
Part 1: Harry's first time tied up
I looked at my watch. Five minutes left. I looked up at Harry, still wriggling about on his bed as he had been for the past fifteen minutes. The boy was tied in a loose hogtie, his hands tied behind his back with a rope connecting his wrists to his bound ankles. When the rope was taught, his knees were bent at a right angle, which left him plenty of wiggle room. I had also tied a rope around his chest, pinning his arms to his torso and cinched it under his armpits. The corner of a red bandanna poked out from underneath the black duct tape, which I had wrapped around his mouth a few times.
Our eyes met. He couldn't smile under the tape, but it was clear that he was having the time of his life. I stood up and put on my best supervillain impression. "Mwa ha ha haaaa! You'll never escape in time. Soon, my evil plan will be ready, and you'll be trapped..." I paused for a moment to add to the drama. "Forever!"
"Mph mph-mpher mph mph-mph mph mph!" Harry tried to say. I assumed there was an exclamation point on the end of the sentence; it was so quiet it made it hard to tell. I had to guess at what he was trying to say.
"Oh, but in five minutes, I will, and then you'll be mine! Mwa ha ha ha ha!" I said, overly dramatically.
Harry giggled beneath his gag. At least, that's what I think he did. The cheerful look in his eyes gave it away. He started struggling and thrashing more intently, causing his pyjama top to ride up and expose his stomach. He rolled onto his back, causing his short, black hair to fall away from his face, which was a picture of childish joy.
It was good to see. Unlike most of his peers, Harry was a ten year-old who still enjoyed a bit of childish play. He clearly loved my over-the-top villain routine, although I couldn't imagine what most of my friends would say about it. They'd probably say it was a bit camp.
Harry was struggling quite hard for the last five minutes of the escape challenge trying his best to free his hands and say something other than, "Mph," but he made no progress towards getting loose. I had tied him as securely as I could - this was a good chance to practice my ropework, after all. I'd made an effort not to tie him in an uncomfortable position and I hadn't stuffed the bandana all the way in to avoid the risk of making him gag. It was important that he enjoyed it but I was not about to let him escape. I was pretty confident I'd got the balance correct.
Five minutes turned to four, then three, then two, then one, then zero. He'd made no progress on the knots, which I'd tied just out of his reach.
"Time's up, boy!" I said.
Harry glared at me, "Mhp!" he tried to say, before he could no longer keep up the act and started giggling again.
"Now," I began, taking more ropes out of my bag, "you're going to be mine forever! I will put you into my machine, which will drain your brain power by forcing you to watch an episode of... Scooby Doo!" By this, I meant I'd put him in front of the TV for another half hour before untying him to send to bed, as we agreed.
"MPHHHHHHHH!" He 'bellowed' and dramatically waved his head back and forth. I think he was trying to say, "NOOOOOOOO!" He wasn't as good at being melodramatic as me, probably because he kept laughing.
"We'll, it's tough!" I said. "You're trapped in the clutches of the evil, of the undefeatable, of the devilishly handsome, of the nefarious... NICK!" I probably should have come up with a better villain name, because with this we both started laughing. Well, one of us was laughing. The other one made more of a few muffled squeaks, which I had to interpret as laughter.
With that, Harry's 'punishment' could begin.