Misdirection: Parts 1, 2, 3, & 4 (f/m, m/m)
Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2018 12:41 am
The following begins where School's Out ended. For those who can't be bothered reading the story, here's a brief synopsis:
Our good friend Danny aka [mention]fratboydanny[/mention], made a mistake and his co-worker Josh uncovered his kinky side. Josh devised a plan and kidnapped Danny who was undeniably loving his new fortune. He convinced Josh to kidnap Danny's usual captor, Todd. Eventually Todd turned the tables on Josh and both Josh and Danny found themselves at his mercy. In the epilogue, both Josh and Danny received ominous messages at work nearly one year since their endeavor. Figuring it was Todd just messing with them, they soon discover that Todd has found himself in someone's clutches and now all bets are off. Dun dun dun!
Because this story features the affable FBD, here's your disclaimer that you can expect plenty of socks, sock worship, knockouts, maybe even a net makes an appearance at some point.
Part 1: The Setup
Todd walked through the door of O’Malley’s and even before he reached the bar stool - the third one down from the end, his usual perch - the bartender had slid a uncapped bottle of Bud Light down the bar for him to retrieve. The scene had played out time and time again; same day of the week, same time of the day, same beverage of choice.
“What do ya say?” Carrie, the affable bartendress said as he sat down.
“Oh you know, it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there and I’m wearing Milkbone underwear,” he replied, taking his first gulp of beer.
She just rolled her eyes. “Sooo original, you are.”
“You want original, you’ve come to the wrong place, Carrie.”
“Well then,” she said, walking up to his spot at the bar and putting her chin on her elbow, “what’s got ya down?”
“Down?” he said, putting the bottle down. “No, nothin’, just the ol’ conundrum of all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
Again, an eye roll. “Well if that’s how you feel, I get off in a couple of hours and we can change that.”
Carrie gave a wink. Todd returned it with a smile. He always liked coming to O’Malley’s. Great service, both in the bar and outside the bar. He thought about her offer for a bit, going through his first and then starting on his second beer and watching the baseball game on TV. As he was about halfway finished with his second beer and fully ensconced in the game, he heard a pleasant feminine voice from his right, “is this stool taken?”
He turned to see a young woman, maybe 25 or 26, curly and long brown hair, navy slacks, fuchsia tank top and turquoise earrings. On his rating scale, she’d be score about a 9, easily.
“By all means, the stool’s all yours,” he said, trying not to ogle too much.
A few minutes passed with no acknowledgment of one another; Todd figured she was waiting for someone and didn’t want be the guy hitting on a girl just as her boyfriend showed up. He had been in that position before and while he emerged victorious from the subsequent bout that occurred outside the bar, he didn’t want to cause any more trouble for the owners of his favorite watering hole.
The young lady ordered gin & tonic and Todd’s snicker prompted the origin of an ensuing conversation.
“Excuse me, jocko, what’s wrong with a gee and tee?”
Todd looked over to his right again. “Well first, the name’s Todd. Second, don’t call it a ‘gee and tee.’ Third, you’re in O’Malley’s, not some highfalutin speakeasy. Stick to beer and whiskey, isn’t that right, Carrie?”
“Leave the poor girl alone,” Carrie said over the bar as she mixed the drink. Leaning into the new visitor, Carrie said in a low voice, but loud enough for Todd to hear, “Don’t worry about him. Just our local barstool comedian. If I weren’t a girl who could use some eye candy around these parts from time to time, he’d be as good as gone.”
The girl giggled and gave off a big, wide smile as she looked to her left, directly at him.
“Stick close to me, and you’ll be just fine,” he said, turning his attention back to his beer and the game. As he continued arching his neck up at the television, he asked, “so what’s the deal? You being stood up?”
“Stood up? Me? Never. No, I’m out and about solo tonight. My friend usually joins us, but she’s out of town, so it’s just me. I’m Mary,” she said, extending her hand for Todd to shake. He grinned and did so.
With the pattern empty and the runway clear, Todd came in for a landing. As the evening progressed, Carrie figured she wouldn’t need to do Todd any favors later and allowed him free range. Unsurprisingly, the two left the bar together and Mary was pleased to learn Todd’s house was just around the block from the bar. She didn’t want to have to walk far in her designer sandals that, while nice, were incredibly uncomfortable.
Arriving at his place, the two flopped on the couch and began making out. This was all a typical procedure for him. Bring the girl home, make out for about 20 minutes, then if given the go-ahead sign, move the festivities to the bedroom. He was a little surprised when she slowly pushed his lips away from hers after only a couple of minutes and put her right index finger to his lips. She stood up, then took him by his hand and led him into his bedroom.
This is going better than I expected, Todd thought as he followed her like a puppy dog would its new master.
She kicked off her flip flops, reengaged in a passionate kiss with him as her hands worked to pull his shirt over his head. With his hands, he reached behind her back to unclip her bra. She fell back onto his bed while he opened his nightstand drawer to arm himself with some protection. Mary glanced over into the drawer and noticed some black nylon rope coiled up inside it.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here, Mr. Kinky?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That? That’s for the naughty dates,” he responded as he took out a condom and closed the drawer. “Not for sweet angels like yourself.”
“That’s what we private school-educated girls always like people to think, but we can be just as fun as the other girls,” she said, giving Todd a playful slap on his butt. “C’mon, have some fun with me.” Her mischievous grin was so enticing he couldn’t help himself. He took the rope out and tied her wrists above her head. With her hands immobilized, he took care of the remaining pieces of clothing on her body. He was slow and methodical, building up the anticipation. Based off her vocal noises, she was clearly enjoying herself for the whole remainder of the evening as they made love.
The sunbeams that peaked through the blinds hit Todd squarely in the face and he slowly woke up the next morning. Mary was sleeping soundly next to him, her wrists still tied, although she had her hands in her chest as opposed to above her head. He stroked her cheek and her eyes opened nice and wide, with an equally inviting smile.
“Good morning, my helpless captive,” he said with a grin.
“You can untie me now, my evil captor you.”
The cheesy B-move dialogue having concluded, Todd pulled the knot out followed by a good morning kiss.He excused himself, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He turned the knob to get the shower started, brushed his teeth and then relieved his bladder before shedding his boxers and stepping into the bath and pushing the curtain back behind him. He went through the motions - lathering body wash all over, washing his hair - all the usual steps. He moved quickly, not wanting to be rude and hogging the shower from his overnight guest. As he rinsed the soap off, he heard the curtain swing open and before he could turn around, she stepped in the shower with him in her nude form.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said with the slightest giggle. “Figured we could save time and water.”
Todd looked over his right shoulder and saw her running her hand through her hair as it got damp. It was simply a hand running through curly hair but to him, at that moment, it was one of the sexiest things he had witnessed and he was only seeing it from the corner of his eye. He wanted to wrap up as soon as possible and do an about-face to see what else she had in store for him. He turned his head back left and ran his own hands through his hair to rid it of the excess shampoo.
“Don’t you want someone to wash your back?” she asked in a quite seductive tone of voice.
“That would be nice, yes,” he flatly responded, hoping not to exude too much enthusiasm.
She took the loofa sponge and rotated it around his back in large circles from his neck down to his lower back, covering every possible inch. He rolled his head in comfort, emitting a pleasureful moan every so often as she rubbed his back.
“How’s that feel, stud?” she asked.
“Gooooooood. Verrrrry good.”
He was feeling very relaxed…and aroused. The latter feeling went into overdrive as she started lightly kissing the back of his neck and as she slowly brushed her left hand around his waist and towards his crotch. As she cupped his scrotum in her hand, she gave it a light squeeze. Another moan escaped his mouth. Then she squeezed much harder. He wasn’t prepared for that, and he was jolted, giving a gasp. A split-second later, she was clamping something over his nose and mouth. Then she gave another hard squeeze, and he gasped again, taking in a deep breath. The familiar noxious fumes engulfed his nostrils. It had been nearly a year since he smelled it last and he instantly knew what was happening…except this time from an incredibly attractive young woman. There was part fear, but also part ecstasy.
She couldn’t see his eyes widen in surprise, but felt his arms reach up and try to pry her hand away from his face. With each subsequent squeeze however, he was conflicted over which hand to remove first. The water running down his body did little to aid in attaining traction. The grunts and muffled pleas got lower and lower with each breath and with her sultry voice whispering in his ear to calm down and just breathe.
“It’s alright stud. It’s my turn to have some fun,” she said as she felt her victim weaken by the second. She moved her left hand away from his crotch and moved it up to his flat stomach as he started to lean backward. She took a step back and his body began to sink to the ground.
“That’s a good boy. Just let it take you away…” She looked down at him as he slowly slid to the ground, his eyes so heavy and his arms turning into weak noodles. “Thank you for revealing to me where you keep all your toys. That’ll come in handy for the others…”
By now, he couldn’t understand what she was saying. The sound of the water rushing down on him was even being drowned out by the ringing in his ears. His vision was blurred and then darkness started seeping in from the corners of his eyes. He gave it one last try, batting her hand with his right hand but there was no force behind it. And then he was out.
Mary keep the now soaking wet cloth over his face just a little while longer before pulling it away and then turning off the water. She stepped out, guiding Todd’s limp head down to the ground so he wouldn’t crack his skull not the tub, and helped herself to one of his towels. Once she was dried, she quickly redressed herself before returning to her slumbering victim. She placed another towel over the shower mat and grabbed Todd’s arms and pulled him out of the tub and onto the towel. Then, using her discarded towel, she rubbed him down and dried him off. She took pleasure at admiring and fondling his physical form. She had been informed that he was the only target for the day that she could indulge in physically. When she examined the photos of all three targets, she didn’t mind taking the assignment as he was certainly the most handsome, although the other two weren’t bad either.
After drying him off, she dragged him into his bedroom where she proceeded to dress him. Something simple, she thought. She pulled out a white t-shirt from what was clearly his t-shirt drawer, navy blue basketball shorts, and to make her life easier, the pair of Rainbows by his bedroom door. She went to the bed and snatched the rope, using it to secure his wrists behind his back. She returned to his nightstand drawer and found more lengths of coiled rope and a wide selection of bandannas. The lower drawer contained a few rolls of duct tape. As far as Mary was concerned, she hit the jackpot for this job.
She went back to her victim and quickly tied his ankles and propped him sitting up. She manipulated his body a bit, taking photos of him in a few different tie up poses, lifting up his shirt, dropping his shorts, adding a baseball cap. You never know when these things might come in handy… Mary thought.
She knew she had to kill more time and every time Todd started coming around, she simply gave him another dose of the rag to keep him content. She was sitting at his desk taking advantage of his laptop when she was startled by the sound of Todd’s phone vibrating on the nightstand. She took at the screen that indicated “Danny” was calling. She let it go to voicemail and then contemplated how she would handle the response. She figured they’d be in her grips soon enough; might as well tease them along the way. She quickly drafted her response on Todd’s phone, clicked the camera icon and snapped a quick pic of him in his helpless form and press SEND, licking her lips as she did so.
“Come to mama, boys.”
Our good friend Danny aka [mention]fratboydanny[/mention], made a mistake and his co-worker Josh uncovered his kinky side. Josh devised a plan and kidnapped Danny who was undeniably loving his new fortune. He convinced Josh to kidnap Danny's usual captor, Todd. Eventually Todd turned the tables on Josh and both Josh and Danny found themselves at his mercy. In the epilogue, both Josh and Danny received ominous messages at work nearly one year since their endeavor. Figuring it was Todd just messing with them, they soon discover that Todd has found himself in someone's clutches and now all bets are off. Dun dun dun!
Because this story features the affable FBD, here's your disclaimer that you can expect plenty of socks, sock worship, knockouts, maybe even a net makes an appearance at some point.
Part 1: The Setup
Todd walked through the door of O’Malley’s and even before he reached the bar stool - the third one down from the end, his usual perch - the bartender had slid a uncapped bottle of Bud Light down the bar for him to retrieve. The scene had played out time and time again; same day of the week, same time of the day, same beverage of choice.
“What do ya say?” Carrie, the affable bartendress said as he sat down.
“Oh you know, it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there and I’m wearing Milkbone underwear,” he replied, taking his first gulp of beer.
She just rolled her eyes. “Sooo original, you are.”
“You want original, you’ve come to the wrong place, Carrie.”
“Well then,” she said, walking up to his spot at the bar and putting her chin on her elbow, “what’s got ya down?”
“Down?” he said, putting the bottle down. “No, nothin’, just the ol’ conundrum of all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
Again, an eye roll. “Well if that’s how you feel, I get off in a couple of hours and we can change that.”
Carrie gave a wink. Todd returned it with a smile. He always liked coming to O’Malley’s. Great service, both in the bar and outside the bar. He thought about her offer for a bit, going through his first and then starting on his second beer and watching the baseball game on TV. As he was about halfway finished with his second beer and fully ensconced in the game, he heard a pleasant feminine voice from his right, “is this stool taken?”
He turned to see a young woman, maybe 25 or 26, curly and long brown hair, navy slacks, fuchsia tank top and turquoise earrings. On his rating scale, she’d be score about a 9, easily.
“By all means, the stool’s all yours,” he said, trying not to ogle too much.
A few minutes passed with no acknowledgment of one another; Todd figured she was waiting for someone and didn’t want be the guy hitting on a girl just as her boyfriend showed up. He had been in that position before and while he emerged victorious from the subsequent bout that occurred outside the bar, he didn’t want to cause any more trouble for the owners of his favorite watering hole.
The young lady ordered gin & tonic and Todd’s snicker prompted the origin of an ensuing conversation.
“Excuse me, jocko, what’s wrong with a gee and tee?”
Todd looked over to his right again. “Well first, the name’s Todd. Second, don’t call it a ‘gee and tee.’ Third, you’re in O’Malley’s, not some highfalutin speakeasy. Stick to beer and whiskey, isn’t that right, Carrie?”
“Leave the poor girl alone,” Carrie said over the bar as she mixed the drink. Leaning into the new visitor, Carrie said in a low voice, but loud enough for Todd to hear, “Don’t worry about him. Just our local barstool comedian. If I weren’t a girl who could use some eye candy around these parts from time to time, he’d be as good as gone.”
The girl giggled and gave off a big, wide smile as she looked to her left, directly at him.
“Stick close to me, and you’ll be just fine,” he said, turning his attention back to his beer and the game. As he continued arching his neck up at the television, he asked, “so what’s the deal? You being stood up?”
“Stood up? Me? Never. No, I’m out and about solo tonight. My friend usually joins us, but she’s out of town, so it’s just me. I’m Mary,” she said, extending her hand for Todd to shake. He grinned and did so.
With the pattern empty and the runway clear, Todd came in for a landing. As the evening progressed, Carrie figured she wouldn’t need to do Todd any favors later and allowed him free range. Unsurprisingly, the two left the bar together and Mary was pleased to learn Todd’s house was just around the block from the bar. She didn’t want to have to walk far in her designer sandals that, while nice, were incredibly uncomfortable.
Arriving at his place, the two flopped on the couch and began making out. This was all a typical procedure for him. Bring the girl home, make out for about 20 minutes, then if given the go-ahead sign, move the festivities to the bedroom. He was a little surprised when she slowly pushed his lips away from hers after only a couple of minutes and put her right index finger to his lips. She stood up, then took him by his hand and led him into his bedroom.
This is going better than I expected, Todd thought as he followed her like a puppy dog would its new master.
She kicked off her flip flops, reengaged in a passionate kiss with him as her hands worked to pull his shirt over his head. With his hands, he reached behind her back to unclip her bra. She fell back onto his bed while he opened his nightstand drawer to arm himself with some protection. Mary glanced over into the drawer and noticed some black nylon rope coiled up inside it.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here, Mr. Kinky?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That? That’s for the naughty dates,” he responded as he took out a condom and closed the drawer. “Not for sweet angels like yourself.”
“That’s what we private school-educated girls always like people to think, but we can be just as fun as the other girls,” she said, giving Todd a playful slap on his butt. “C’mon, have some fun with me.” Her mischievous grin was so enticing he couldn’t help himself. He took the rope out and tied her wrists above her head. With her hands immobilized, he took care of the remaining pieces of clothing on her body. He was slow and methodical, building up the anticipation. Based off her vocal noises, she was clearly enjoying herself for the whole remainder of the evening as they made love.
The sunbeams that peaked through the blinds hit Todd squarely in the face and he slowly woke up the next morning. Mary was sleeping soundly next to him, her wrists still tied, although she had her hands in her chest as opposed to above her head. He stroked her cheek and her eyes opened nice and wide, with an equally inviting smile.
“Good morning, my helpless captive,” he said with a grin.
“You can untie me now, my evil captor you.”
The cheesy B-move dialogue having concluded, Todd pulled the knot out followed by a good morning kiss.He excused himself, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He turned the knob to get the shower started, brushed his teeth and then relieved his bladder before shedding his boxers and stepping into the bath and pushing the curtain back behind him. He went through the motions - lathering body wash all over, washing his hair - all the usual steps. He moved quickly, not wanting to be rude and hogging the shower from his overnight guest. As he rinsed the soap off, he heard the curtain swing open and before he could turn around, she stepped in the shower with him in her nude form.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said with the slightest giggle. “Figured we could save time and water.”
Todd looked over his right shoulder and saw her running her hand through her hair as it got damp. It was simply a hand running through curly hair but to him, at that moment, it was one of the sexiest things he had witnessed and he was only seeing it from the corner of his eye. He wanted to wrap up as soon as possible and do an about-face to see what else she had in store for him. He turned his head back left and ran his own hands through his hair to rid it of the excess shampoo.
“Don’t you want someone to wash your back?” she asked in a quite seductive tone of voice.
“That would be nice, yes,” he flatly responded, hoping not to exude too much enthusiasm.
She took the loofa sponge and rotated it around his back in large circles from his neck down to his lower back, covering every possible inch. He rolled his head in comfort, emitting a pleasureful moan every so often as she rubbed his back.
“How’s that feel, stud?” she asked.
“Gooooooood. Verrrrry good.”
He was feeling very relaxed…and aroused. The latter feeling went into overdrive as she started lightly kissing the back of his neck and as she slowly brushed her left hand around his waist and towards his crotch. As she cupped his scrotum in her hand, she gave it a light squeeze. Another moan escaped his mouth. Then she squeezed much harder. He wasn’t prepared for that, and he was jolted, giving a gasp. A split-second later, she was clamping something over his nose and mouth. Then she gave another hard squeeze, and he gasped again, taking in a deep breath. The familiar noxious fumes engulfed his nostrils. It had been nearly a year since he smelled it last and he instantly knew what was happening…except this time from an incredibly attractive young woman. There was part fear, but also part ecstasy.
She couldn’t see his eyes widen in surprise, but felt his arms reach up and try to pry her hand away from his face. With each subsequent squeeze however, he was conflicted over which hand to remove first. The water running down his body did little to aid in attaining traction. The grunts and muffled pleas got lower and lower with each breath and with her sultry voice whispering in his ear to calm down and just breathe.
“It’s alright stud. It’s my turn to have some fun,” she said as she felt her victim weaken by the second. She moved her left hand away from his crotch and moved it up to his flat stomach as he started to lean backward. She took a step back and his body began to sink to the ground.
“That’s a good boy. Just let it take you away…” She looked down at him as he slowly slid to the ground, his eyes so heavy and his arms turning into weak noodles. “Thank you for revealing to me where you keep all your toys. That’ll come in handy for the others…”
By now, he couldn’t understand what she was saying. The sound of the water rushing down on him was even being drowned out by the ringing in his ears. His vision was blurred and then darkness started seeping in from the corners of his eyes. He gave it one last try, batting her hand with his right hand but there was no force behind it. And then he was out.
Mary keep the now soaking wet cloth over his face just a little while longer before pulling it away and then turning off the water. She stepped out, guiding Todd’s limp head down to the ground so he wouldn’t crack his skull not the tub, and helped herself to one of his towels. Once she was dried, she quickly redressed herself before returning to her slumbering victim. She placed another towel over the shower mat and grabbed Todd’s arms and pulled him out of the tub and onto the towel. Then, using her discarded towel, she rubbed him down and dried him off. She took pleasure at admiring and fondling his physical form. She had been informed that he was the only target for the day that she could indulge in physically. When she examined the photos of all three targets, she didn’t mind taking the assignment as he was certainly the most handsome, although the other two weren’t bad either.
After drying him off, she dragged him into his bedroom where she proceeded to dress him. Something simple, she thought. She pulled out a white t-shirt from what was clearly his t-shirt drawer, navy blue basketball shorts, and to make her life easier, the pair of Rainbows by his bedroom door. She went to the bed and snatched the rope, using it to secure his wrists behind his back. She returned to his nightstand drawer and found more lengths of coiled rope and a wide selection of bandannas. The lower drawer contained a few rolls of duct tape. As far as Mary was concerned, she hit the jackpot for this job.
She went back to her victim and quickly tied his ankles and propped him sitting up. She manipulated his body a bit, taking photos of him in a few different tie up poses, lifting up his shirt, dropping his shorts, adding a baseball cap. You never know when these things might come in handy… Mary thought.
She knew she had to kill more time and every time Todd started coming around, she simply gave him another dose of the rag to keep him content. She was sitting at his desk taking advantage of his laptop when she was startled by the sound of Todd’s phone vibrating on the nightstand. She took at the screen that indicated “Danny” was calling. She let it go to voicemail and then contemplated how she would handle the response. She figured they’d be in her grips soon enough; might as well tease them along the way. She quickly drafted her response on Todd’s phone, clicked the camera icon and snapped a quick pic of him in his helpless form and press SEND, licking her lips as she did so.
“Come to mama, boys.”