FRIDAY NIGHT ADVENTURE
Chapter 1: The Happiest Boy in the World
’I can’t believe we’re finally doing it!´
Spread on the couch, Kyle paid no attention to the TV show he’d settled for. He was finally doing grown-up stuff. Yes, he remained short and scrawny, but it had been almost a year since someone called him ‘miss’ at the store. His mop of unruly black hair put him on the cool people’s side.
He felt proud to have come out to Caitlin three weeks before. Not as gay; he’d finally gathered enough courage to tell his girlfriend he liked ‘tie-up games.’ He didn’t want to scare her with ‘bondage’ talk.
They were both sophomores and had hooked up during the Homecoming dance. He’d asked her to be his date, and they decided to go steady the following week. They celebrated Kyle’s sixteenth birthday as a couple. Caitlin had managed to get on the pill for the occasion, and he lost his cherry on that day.
Even though he’d fully enjoyed that night, the tie-up test-run six days ago had brought him much more satisfaction. He was at Caitlin’s on Saturday afternoon; her brother was at hockey practice and her parents were out shopping.
She brought up the idea of tying him up, and he had the hardest time pretending to be only mildly interested lying on her bed. She used baby-blue skipping ropes from her childhood, which he found cute. One went around his wrists, crossed behind his back, and another one around his ankles. She topped it off with a matching-color piece of duct tape on his lips.
She lay next to him and turned to her phone, chatting with friends. The knots were loose, but Kyle didn’t want to hurt her feelings; he wriggled and squirmed Houdini-style.
“I’m out,” he bragged twenty minutes later after removing the tape. Caitlin seemed impressed with his escapist act. She looked so pretty staring at him puzzled. He loved her green eyes and her blond mane. The thin golden hair that went down to her waist was a big turn on for Kyle.
He planned for another round, but Caitlin’s brother got back home sooner than expected.
“I’ll practice so it won’t be so easy next time,” she whispered in his ear before he left.
He just smiled back, glad she understood his kink.
The school week had been an excruciating wait. Homework and papers to turn in helped to get his mind off fantasy world. On Wednesday, his parents told him they would be gone on Friday evening. He would have the house to himself all night. They even allowed him to have Caitlin over. “Not overnight, of course,” his mom joked. She might have known, but his parents were better off left in the dark as to their intimacy.
When he texted Caitlin, she replied she was available, which sent him through the roof. He’d tried to discuss the details with her the next day, but she had put a finger on his lips.
“I’ll tie you up, don’t worry, but let’s keep it a surprise.”
He’d dashed home after school to prepare for his special evening. A snack, a shower, and he was ready. Dressed in his basketball shorts and jersey, in a pair of sneakers and clean socks, he was frantic and regretted not knowing when Caitlin would pop up. He refrained from texting her three times and waited on the living room’s couch.
Around 7:00 p.m., he saw the sliding door’s curtain move. His heart pumped as a silhouette came in. Dressed in black from head to toe, the intruder waved a gun.
“I thought the house would be empty,” the female voice said. “Too bad for you, boy, I’ll have to neutralize you before I do my job.”
“Please, lady,” Kyle whimpered, “don’t hurt me!”
“Lie down on the floor and everything will be fine, brat.”
Kyle complied, refraining a smile.
“Hands behind your back!”
The boy offered his wrists; he felt the cold grip of metal surrounding them and heard the click locking them. Handcuffs? Caitlin was serious. She slid down to his feet and swiftly removed his shoes and socks.
“Stand up boy!”
He squirmed to get on his knees before he could rise. His eyes were glued to the body wrapped in shimmering fabric, which highlighted her booty and breasts. She waved her plastic gun towards the kitchen. He obeyed.
The kitchen was at the back of the house next to the living room. Pleasantly decorated and well-equipped, it featured a round table in the center with six chairs to accommodate guests.
“Sit!”
Kyle used his bare foot to pull one chair from under the table. He lowered himself onto the seat, his eyes darting defiantly at his captor. Caitlin set her travel bag on the table and took out a long coil of red climbing rope.
“I’ll make sure I can work in peace,” she said, wrapping the piece of cord around his arms, just below his shoulders.
‘I’ll squirm for ten seconds and it’s gone,’ Kyle thought. But his girlfriend used only half the length to get four turns at the top of his arms. She pulled the two ends through the chair’s slats, brought them back under the wooden bar, and drew Kyle’s torso against the chair’s back. His arms stuck between his body and the piece of furniture felt tight and aroused him.
Caitlin threaded the ends under his armpits, only to bring them back to the bar again. This cinched the coil and made it harder for him to slip his shoulders out of the rope’s grip. She had definitely practiced or given some thought about tying him up. Kyle was loving it but he didn’t say a word.
The sexy burglar fetched another piece of rope. She wrapped it around his waist, then around his wrists, and took it under the lowest slat to eventually knot it to the chair out of reach of his fingers.
“This is tight,” Kyle couldn’t help commenting. Wrong move; he heard a swishing sound behind. A dish towel knotted in the middle appeared in his field of vision.
“Open up!”
He did as told and she crammed the towel in his mouth, knotting the ends over his nape.
“Grzzmmmrdtgrt!”
“Aww, the poor little boy can’t handle it?”
Kyle nodded eagerly to disprove her. He felt the knot loosen.
“I’ll show you what tight is!”
She redid her knot, pulling the corners of his mouth this time.
“Grrmmmdrmgrknnnmmm!”
“You’re damn right, I’m not joking. I like to work in peace, so you’d better calm down and stay quiet. Unless you want to see how I can really silence brats like you!”
Kyle’s fantasy of being put down by a sexy kidnapper was coming true. He stayed mum while Caitlin fetched more supplies.
“Let’s take care of these cute gams of yours,” she said, patting his thighs.
She wound a piece at the top of his left thigh. Kyle identified a clove-hitch from his sailing courses. She wound it tight around his shorts and tied the ends to the chair’s leg, just under the seat. She repeated her moves with his right thigh, forcing him to spread his legs open. The tension on the shorts’ fabric highlighted his boner. The shimmering material made it harder to miss.
“Someone is happy,” she said, feeling the protuberance through the shorts. “I’d better tie you up good, I don’t want a little pervert trying his luck with me.”
She turned to his knees, wrapping the same clove-hitches around them and binding them to the chair’s front legs, pinning his thighs to the seat and spreading them out. More coils followed under his knees and around his ankles, keeping his calves tightly pressed against the front legs.
“Now I’m sure you won’t run away, brat.”
Her hand rested on his bulge again.
“And I’m safe from having a horny teen chase me.”
“Mrrmmm!”
“Quiet! I told you to shut up!”
She played the villainess with great talent. Kyle cast a sad, sorry look.
“The puppy eyes trick. Don’t think I’ll fall for it. I’m going to ransack the place while you sit tight.”
She grabbed her bag and spilled its content onto the table: more rope, neatly coiled, but also rolls of duct tape, cuffs, and three ball gags of various sizes.
“Grmm?!”
“I warned you …”
Caitlin picked another dish towel from the rack, holding two opposite corners to fold it in two. She laid it on the table and folded it two more times to get a wide band of cotton, which she used to reinforce the tight gag. Since there were still long ends left after knotting the towel over his nape, she pulled them around the slat behind, tying them off tight. Kyle could no longer move his head.
She took another towel. The gag felt good enough to Kyle, but she used it to blindfold him.
“I won’t let a horny pervert ogle me. I’ll go plunder the place, if you want to know what I’m up to.”
She picked her bag and left the room. Kyle tried to move his limbs, feeling his bonds. The ropes were snugly wrapped, but the handcuffs offered some slack. His right wrist was imprisoned with one less notch than the left one; he could twist it around.
‘She wants me to escape,’ he realized. ‘I’d better show her I’m no wimp.’
He’d have loved to stay put enjoying the feeling and just wait for her to come back, but his pride took over. The cuff was oval-shaped, so he lined his wrist to get as much leeway as possible. He went slow; he’d read some cuffs tighten when messed with.
He brought his fingers together and slowly pulled his hand. Nothing happened to the steel manacle, so he went on. He got his wrist through. He tucked his thumb inside his palm and made his hand as thin as possible. Little by little, he pulled his hand off. It took a while to get his thumb through, but he eventually released his hand.
His arms were still trapped between the chair and his back. He squirmed, writhed, and fought to get his forearm out of the ropes around his waist. He eventually got it out of the mess of cord, but there were no knots within reach.
Kyle could remove the towel gag him with his fingertips, though. He pulled the first layer off, which allowed him to tilt his head forward and get a grasp on the cleave gag. It hurt, as the knot was tight, but he managed to get it off. The blindfold was next.
One hand free, and he could now speak and see. No sounds helped locate Caitlin. He could scream, but she’d silence him in no time. He needed to prove he was a good escape artist. He started working on the knots holding the coil at the top of his thigh.
The oven clock in front of him let him know he’d spent eighteen minutes trying when Caitlin came back. He’d removed two of the three knots she’d tied to the chair’s leg.
“What have we got here? The brat thinks he’s Houdini?” She said, resting her hands on her hips.
“Please, lady, let me go, I swear I wongrrrmmmmmmph!”
“Hush, punk! I don’t put up with meddlers.”
Her left hand remained clamped while she untied the towels’ knots. He reached to remove it, which she did anyway.
“I beg you, lady, I’ll be grrmmmmmbbbgrph!”
She used his attempt at pleading to cram the soggy knot back in his gob. Kyle couldn’t help but yelp when she tightened it.
“Grmmfrrrmm!”
“You should have thought about it before defying me.”
She squatted behind the chair, unlocked the cuff he’d released his wrist from, and put his hand back in the metal’s hold. This time, it was inescapable.
“I’ll bind you tighter, since I’m not done collecting all I came here for. I’m also going to make sure you can’t call or talk back, it annoys me so much …”
Being in her claws again, Kyle felt a rush of hormones from the situation and from the sight. Caitlin went to the living room and came back with his socks. She sniffed them.
“At least they’re clean. You’d better not make a sound and take one in obediently, if you know what’s good for you.”
She removed the cleave and crammed the balled-up sock inside his mouth. Once she added the towel to keep it in and tightened it with all her might, his gob was full of fabric and his tongue trapped.
“Mmm?!”
