Timmy (mm/mm)

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Timmy was home alone.
He felt like he earned the privilege.
After all, he was 14.
Not an age where you still need a baby sitter.

Happy to have the house to himself, he made the best of it.
It had been a while since both his parents and his two older brothers, Jack and Peter had been out.
His parents were out on a date.
Jack, 16, staid over at a friend and Peter, 17, had soccer practice. He would not be back until later that evening.

After soccer practice, Timmy went straight home, relishing the thought of finding an empty home for hours.

He did not bother changing after practice, jumping on his bike for the the 5m ride home.
He wore his favourite team's kit, Real Madrid.
Long white socks with blue stripes which he carefully pulled up over his knees.

Yet, when he arrived home, something felt wrong.

The gate was open.

"Odd" Timmy thought.

Timmy's family was well off. They lived on a large estate. Although privileged, Timmy's parents managed to bring up their 3 sons without a feeling of entitlement. Both jack and Peter had after school jobs and Timmy earned some pocket money mowing the lawn for his parents and some of the neighbours.

"Dad must have forgotten to close it".

Timmy typed in the code and quickly entered the estate.
The gates closed behind him.

"that's that" Timmy thought.

He biked up the long driveway to the open garage.

He threw his bike on the driveway and entered the garage.
It was a large space, accommodating his mothers' large vintage car collection.

Contrary to the usual situation, not Timmy's father but rather is mother was the car freak.
A successful entrepreneur, she had built quite the business imperium and some of the proceeds went to her love for classic cars.

Timmy loved his mum's hobby. Especially when she took him for a drive in the Aston Martin DB6, his favourite.

With no one around, Timmy felt safe to enter the garage and went straight for his dream car, the studs of his soccer boots clacking on the polished concrete floor.

He gave his slummed down socks a final tug, pulling them over his shin guards back over his knees before putting his hand on the Aston's door handle.

"CLACK"

He pulled the door open and took place behind the wheel.

Timmy imagined himself being in an old rally car race...

He closed the door and started making car engine noises.
"RoooooAAAAAAAAAR" revving the car's engine in his mind.

His mind drifted off and he was well ad truly caught up in his race car fantasy when suddenly...

"CLACK"
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Great start. Can’t wait to read what happens next
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excellent start can't wait for the next part
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Wow, that's pretty mean of you to stop in the middle of the tension hahaaha but I'm also very excited for the next part :D :D :D :P
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all right... you left me in complete suspense...

a 14 YO old kid, wearing a real madrid soccer kit, and with his long socks over his knee, and with his soccer cleats, about to be caught by a bad guys...

wow... i wanna know what do you have plan for poor timmy
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PART II - Peter

"You ok?" Olli shouted.
"Not really" Peter replied.

Peter was sat at the side of the pitch.
He sat on the ground, with his arms encircling his knees, his head buried in between his knees.

His bright orange goalie kit was wet from the sweat he worked up during practice.
His long bright orange goalie socks slumped down over his shin pads, the straps of which he loosened to give his shins a bit of a breather.

His head still buried between his knees, Peter continued

"She does not want to forgive me"

"I see", Olli replied..."and, you still love her?" he asked.
"I think I do. I just want her back"

Peter had been together with Amelie for about 2 years know. They met at soccer actually, Amelie playing for the girls team. They hit it off quite quickly and soon became a pair. That is, until Peter fooled around with her team mate Alison. She came on to him, he claimed and he never really responded to her kiss, but it was too late. Amelie had walked in on them, when they were kissing in the boy's changing room.

She did not make a scene, yet calmly and cynically congratulated both of them on their new found love and wished them a happy live ever after.

Peter immediately realized his mistake, pushed Alison aside and ran after Amelie.
She simply ignored his pleas and had not spoken to him since.

That was 3 weeks ago.

Peter had a hard time accepting. Not helped by the fact that he saw his (former) girlfriend daily in school and again 3 times a week at soccer practice.

"well, you did cheat on her" Olli retorted.

"cheating does sound pretty harsh for a meaningless kiss, that only happened once btw" Peter pushed back.

"anyway, " he said, "I cannot concentrate, tell coach I am off, not feeling well, ok?"

With that, Peter raised his head from in between his knees, stretched his legs out in front of him and pulled his socks back up, pulling the fold over bit with 3 black stripes well over his knees and thighs folding it back so that the fold over bit was neatly tugged above his knees.

He retied his shoe laces, put his neon orange team hoodie on and walked over to this bike.

15m later, he arrived at the gate of their compound.

"odd" he thought, the gate is open. "mmmmh, maybe Timmy is already back from practice.

Timmy deliberately played a different team than his older brother.

He had quite a complex relationship with his older sibling. Peter loved his little brother to death but was very protective of him. Timmy wanted to spread his wings and was already attending the same school as Peter and Jack and wanted something of his own.

Jack played field hockey and tennis so that was good. But Peter also played soccer and Timmy LOOOVED soccer and had to ask his parents repeatedly to be able to go to a different club than Peter. they finally, after weeks of nagging, gave in and so it came to be that Peter and Timmy played at different soccer clubs.

They all 3 did go to the same school though. A private school in the next village. It looked a bit like these old traditional English boarding schools, a kind of Harry Potter's Hogworths. Not super elite but elite enough. They wore school uniforms which in summer time for boys consisted of Light blue shirt, Yellow blazer, marine blue shorts and yellow knee high socks with a marine fold over, and black shoes.

Timmy hated going to the same school as his elder siblings yet very quickly found out that in a school like this, it helped having two older siblings to watch over you.

So it came to be that Timmy sometimes found himself to be the little brother, all too happy to be under the protective wings of his elderly brothers and sometimes found his brothers to be a bother, cursing them and wanting to be as far away as possible from them. Especially when he had a mischief in mind.

Basically, you could characterize the three brothers as follows:
1. Peter: the responsible one.
2. Jack: the quiet one.
3. Timmy: the mischievous one.

Noticing that Timmy most likely did not close the gate, Peter left he gate open so he could tell Timmy off.
He rode up the driveway to the garage and parked his bike next to the little gate.

Walking up to the back door of their large house, he changed his mind and walked back to the garage.

"See" he said to himself, "I did see that right"..."the garage door is slightly ajar."

"DAMNIT TIMMY!!!!" he cursed to himself, he is probably playing in mum's car's again.

"if he is in there wearing his cleats, he is going to be in for a nasty surprise" Peter promised himself.

He pushed the buttons 5 - 7 - 2 - A - 4 - 2 - R and the large garage door slowly sprung into action and continued its path upwards, revealing the extensive vintage car collection his mum had amassed. All on display on an immaculate white polished concrete floor. He walked in and then suddenly "TACK, TACK TACK TACK" he realized he was also still wearing his cleats. His soft ground cleats, the ones with metal spikes. "IIIIERP" he stopped in his tracks and cursed between his teeth. "Goddamnit Peter, not smart" he looked at the polished floor and sighed "thank god, no marks", having removed his cleats, the smell of his feet, vaporizing through his orange long socks, wafted across his nose.

He readjusted his socks above his knees, (he liked his socks to be neat and tight above his knees, a fashion his younger brother Timmy started copying) and walked on expecting to spot Timmy any moment now.

He saw a figure in the olive green Aston Martin DB6. "Aaah, there you are you little..." he said.

"He must not see me."

He walked back to the garage entrance, past the Ferrari california and the Lamborghini Miura and picked up a length of rope and a pair of his spare soccer socks, adidas neon green ones, his second kit colorway.

He approached the Aston Martin from the side. "That way, Timmy will not see me coming" he thought.

When he was close enough to the car, he bent down and continued on hand and feet. The concrete floor not being an issue, as his socks were pulled up over his knees. When he close to the car door, his hand reached up for the door handle and he pushed the door lock.

"CLACK"


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So, "CLACK" is the word, huh?
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but little Speedos always rule.
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Part III JACK

Jack sat on the end of his bed. His friend had cancelled last minute so he was not going to stay over after all. Instead, Jack now had the entire mansion to himself. At least until Timmy and Peter returned from their respective soccer practice but that would not be for at least 2 hours or so.

Perfect.

Jack got up and ran downstairs to the kitchen, snatched up a bag of crisps and a coke and jumped onto the large couch in the TV games room.
He nestled himself comfortably and switched on the TV.

Jack was the second of three. Peter, one year older then him stood tall at 1m89. He was quite athletic, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. The girls certainly fancied Peter. Jack was a bit smaller than his older brother, at 1m85 still rather tall. He had long wavy blond hair and blue eyes, which he inherited from his mother. He was less of an athlete, more of a book and science worm. Still, he could compete with either of his brothers in many sports. He usually was the "underestimated one". Timmy was the youngest but not the smallest. At 14 years of age, he was already 1m85 tall, as tall as his brother Jack. Just like Peter, he also had short brown hair and hazel eyes. He did have a more slender build then his older brother Peter.

Peter was the more outgoing one of the three and would also dress more flamboyantly, in sync with the latest fashion. He would often wear the latest type of jeans, vanns and designer t-shirts. Jack was more subtle and would dress casually, usually shorts / chino's and no show socks and standard adidas or new balance sneakers. Timmy was the most outrageous one of all. If he did not have to wear their school uniform or his soccer kit, he would dress in kaki shorts, no socks, extremely worn down sneakers and some crazy T-shirt he finger painted or on which he had printed some silly text like "Jupiter rules" or "what if...." or "what makes you see through walls..."

Jack loved his brothers, but would relish at any opportunity that gave him some peace and quiet. Peter and Timmy were often fighting and were generally very loud. He also hated how Timmy never cleaned up his room, left his underwear, sports or soccer gear in the corner of his room until the next practice or game, without washing it. His mum had all but given up. His room would stink.

Peter on the contrary liked order. Everything was always nicely and tightly organised. his collection of cleats, organised by brand, year of make and type of use. His socks and kit collection, organised by colour and brand. His vast collection of miniature cars, same thing...

Jack finally, as always, was a mix of his two brothers, yet because of that, always a bit the odd one out.

But that was never an issue for him. He was enjoying some or the other netflix series, soaking up the peace and quiet he so valued.

There was another reason why he liked the peace and quiet. These were the rare moments where he could indulge in his secret love for bondage. From an young age on, he had been into playing kidnap games and got really excited if a boy in one or the other TV series was kidnapped, tied and gagged and held for ransom. Although he had played tie up games with his 2 brothers, they just did not seem into it as he was, so he pursued his interest on his own. He had collected quite some rope and used discarded soccer socks from his brothers as gags.

He would love to be tied up for real, but realised that would come with the danger of either exposing his secret to someone else or being in a truly dangerous situation, neither of which he wanted.

He had grown more bolder in his bondage plans though. At 16, his hormones had completely taken over and he would often engage in self bondage, right before he knew people were set to come home. He once almost got caught by his dad, who showed up early from work unexpectedly.
Knowing that it would take Timmy or Peter at least 1 or 2 hours to get home, he decided to indulge in his favourite hobby.

After all, he would be done well and truly before they got home.

He got his back pack full of rope and old soccer socks and got straight to business, tying up his ankles, legs and thighs with the rope, stuffing an old yet clean sock in his mouth, securing it in with another one tied around his head and one more for good measure.

Then he started with tying his hands. That was the only thing that frustrated the hell out of him. Yes, had perfected somewhat his ow technique for tying his hands behind his back yet, ever the clever one, he did not want to take any risk getting stuck. He had never dared to make it too tight. You just never know. And he always had a release knife and scissors at hand.
So although he could imagine being kidnapped and held for ransom, somehow, it never felt really 100% true. It would have to do though. He was not prepared to take any risk.
In order to add to the fantasy, he would sometimes add some nice details. Today, he had decided that his “kidnappers” had found him in the game room, tied him up and used some of his brothers soccer socks to keep him quiet and then ordered him to hop over to the garage. There they would put him in the boot of one of the cars and drive off with him as their hostage
So Peter, all tied up and gagged, hopped in front of his imaginary kidnappers from the Games room through the long corridor all the way to the large garage space. Acting out the kidnap scene, mpphing along the way into his soccer sock filled mouth, stopping and looking back, imaging that one of the kidnappers pushed him and shouted "move it boy!".

When he got to the garage, he managed to swing open the door and hop over to the Aston Martin DB6 in the middle of the room.

There he expertly opened the boot with his tied hands and slid himself onto the boot floor. He pulled his tied legs inside, which was not easy being 1m85 tall. But he managed. He was now entirely inside the exclusive car boot space. He was loving it. He tried turning around so his hands would face outwards. He would try to reach for the boot lid and try to close it (not really close it, but make it feel like it was shut).
He managed to turn around, so he was now facing the back seat, pushing his back up, trying to get up on his knees, so his hands would reach the top of the open boot lid, until suddenly, he was violently pushed down and stuffed inside the boot after which he heard:

“BANG”

the boot lid was thrown shut.
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Smythdean wrote: 1 year ago Great start. Can’t wait to read what happens next
Thanks! hope you like the next parts!
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The slave wrote: 1 year ago excellent start can't wait for the next part
Thank you for the support! Let's hope you like the next parts too.
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Xtc wrote: 1 year ago So, "CLACK" is the word, huh?
And "BANG" :D
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FelixSH wrote: 1 year ago I'm intrigued. Waiting for the next chapter.
Thanks for the feedback.
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really too too awesome his own trap is closing in on itself lol, I wonder which of the two brothers was able to close the trunk lol
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Heh. So far, so good! DO carry on!
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Fantastic cant wait for the next part
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Great start, a fued between bros always make for an awesome fun story. Keep going!
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thanks [mention]Noodles888[/mention] , [mention]Camguy2050[/mention] [mention]Inkstain[/mention] .

Hope to finish the next parts soon !
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PART IV UNEXPECTED

"CLACK"

Peter had moved close enough on all fours to reach the Aston Martin's door handle.

His plan was to yank open the door and surprise his younger brother Timmy. He was going to learn his younger sibling a valuable lesson. The older one always wins. He had thought this through quickly.

He would make use of the element of surprise to yank Timmy from behind the wheel.
He would push him down on the polished white floor and tie his wrists behind his back.
Having been a cup scout for years, Peter had a way with rope and he would easily be able to subdue his mischievous younger brother.

With his wrists tied behind his back, he was sure Timmy would go off on one of his rants, which is where his neon green soccer socks would come in. He had already tied one so that the sock had a big knot in the middle. He would shove that one into Timmy's mouth tying the ends of the behind Timmy's head and tie the second one as cleave gag to secure the knot further into Timmy's mouth.

Once, a year ago or so, he had tied up Jack (jack asked to be tied up by his brother) and Jack had shown Peter how to effectively gag someone. They had used Jack's field hockey socks to practice and find out the best way to use them to gag someone. Stuffing the entire sock in was way too dangerous as you might actually choke on it.

Once Timmy would be tied and gagged, he would drag Timmy back to the kitchen, away from the garage and tie him to a kitchen chair. That is where the fun part would start. He would keep Timmy tied up until Jack would come home and the both of them could then think about a fit punishment for the younger one.

Peter was looking forward to that part. Jack always had good ideas when it came to punishments.

But that was then and now was now.

And now for the element of surprise, Peter whispered.

He grabbed the Aston's door handle and pushed the lock, yanking open the driver door.

"CLACK"
"WHHHOOOOOOSH"

"HAHAAAAA" Peter yelled out, ready to yank Timmy from behind the wheel when he suddenly froze.

"JACK???????"
"WTF are you doing in here??????"
Peter shouted in total surprise.

"mmmmmppphhhhhh" is all he got as an answer.

"who tied you up?" Peter asked.
He looked at Jack.
His usually red cheeks were bulging from some kind of stuffing that was pushed inside his mouth.
A blue soccer sock was tied around his head and a few turns of tape was added for good measure.

Peter tried fiddling with the tape to get the gag out but that proved to be really hard. The tape was wound several times around Jack's head and Peter struggled to find the part of the tape where he could start peeling it off.

Jack meanwhile kept mmmmphing into his gag.
"I now, I know, ..." Peter shouted back.
"I am trying to get it loose but it is harder then it seems." he answered back.

He noticed how Jack's hands and elbows had been tied behind his back and how his legs were tied at the ankles, below and above his knees and at his thighs, with what looked like quite the complex crotch rope added as a final piece.

"SHIIIIIIT" Peter added.
"Did Timmy do all of this???"
"How did he get this good with ropes?"
"Or did you did this yourself?"

Jack kept squirming and panting around, screaming into his gag.
"Just calm down ok!!!"
"I cannot get you out when you keep squirming like this".

That is when Peter suddenly felt something soft pushed in front of his mouth and two strong hands pushing the stuffing hard into his mouth.

"WHAT THE FUmmmmppppphhhh"????????!!?!?
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PART V TIMMY

"CLACK"

Timmy heard the distinct sound of a door being thrown shut.

Shit, someone's home, he thought.
They should not find me in here.
He opened the Aston's driver side door and got out of the car, taking care to close the door as quietly as possible.

Still wearing his soccer boots, there was no way he would be able to walk away in silence on that polished concrete garage floor.
He tried his best though.

Yet, with every move he made, the sound of the studs under his boots kept reverberating through the garage.

He saw someone at the far end of the garage and assumed this must be Jack or Peter.
They should not see him.

He froze.

"God not another one" he suddenly heard someone say from behind him.

He turned around quickly and froze again.
Stood in front of him was a woman, entirely clad in a black tight overall.
She wore a black ski mask but her long blond wavy hair was clearly visible around the edges of her neck.

"Who are you" Timmy gasped.

"I am your worst nightmare if you do not do exactly as I say" the women answered back.

"Now, here is what is going to happen cutypie. You are going to turn around again and put your hands behind your back. Scream once, say one thing, utter one sound and you will be sorry GOT THAT!"

This woman was very imposing and Timmy, 14, was almost pissing in his soccer shorts.

"What are you waiting for, TURN AROUND" the woman shouted.

Timmy obliged and presented his arms behind his back. She quickly wrapped rope around and in between his wrists and cinched the rope.
More rope was added to his elbows, tying it around them in circles, tightening his elbows together, before tying the rope in between and cinching it again.

"What are you ..."
"NOT A WORD I SAID" she shouted back.

With her right foot, she shoved a black gym back closer by and reached inside.
She produced a small black ball gag.
Timmy noticed and started pleading

"I will be quiet, really NO, NO, I do not need to be gagged, please ma'm, pleaaasmmmmmpppjjjsdfhjlqjfqhhhh"

She pushed the ball gag in and strapped it tight.
Next she took a long white cloth, which she tied in front of the ball gag as an OTM gag, tying it off tightly behind his head.

"Time for you to join your brothers"

"Mmphemmhpterpp??? " 'mmphjammphphkpph???"
WHAT??? Timmy thought, Peter, Jack

Sorry kiddo, wrong time, wrong place.
I thought I was going to have this place to myself this afternoon. It has been weeks now that I have been scouting this place.
Watching your families every move. When you go out, why, whereto, when you come back.

"Your brothers were supposed to be out and you were supposed to be at soccer practice.
Not to worry, we will just have to deal with the situation as it is".

She pushed Timmy forward out of the garage, his soccer boots squeacking on the polished floor.

When they got out of the garage, the woman pushed Timmy in the direction of the pantry.
Having opened the door, she pushed Timmy in.

"MMMmMMMPpphhphhhph" Peter and Jack shouted in unison when they saw their baby brother tied and gagged, entering the room.

"Now boys, just to make sure you are not going to give me any trouble, there are just a few loose ends I need to take care of".

"Mmmmpphpphpppph" they all shouted.

She pushed Timmy down onto his knees and laid him down gently onto the pantry floor.
Next she pushed up his legs up and started tying his ankles together. She tied the rope tightly over his soccer socks, right over his ankle guards. First roping around them and then pulling the rope tight in between is ankles, cinching it off. She repeated the same process on his calves, tying the opre over his shin pads and right below his knees. She then tied another rope in the same fashion above his knees, over the socks he had pulled up there. And again around his thighs and his upper thighs again.

Next she sat Timmy up, so that he had his tightly tied legs spread out long in front of him. She started tying a rope harness around his chest and under his elbow bindings, going up over his shoulders, behind his neck and back to his chest.

Timmy all the while kept moaning into his gag to his brothers, who he noticed where tie the same way he was being tied. He feared the next step...

Once the rope harness was in place, she put Timmy on his belly and circled a rope in between his ankle bindings, gently bringing up his legs to his arms, completing a tight rope tied, linking his feet to his rope harness, completing a tight hogtie.

All three brothers lay there, hogtied and gagged much in the same way. Struggling and squirming away, moaning into their gags.

"That should keep you busy" she added.

"Now boys, I am going to go do what it is I do and will check up on you in a bit. Don't go anywhere".....
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