Tales in Briloven (mm/F, m/f, mmm/fF, F/mm, F/F, m/m and more), Chapter 8 - Spy Game (F/m)
Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2022 2:23 pm
Hi Everyone, I have been on the old site for many years and have been in the new site for few years now. I have finally decided to post a story. This story has been inspired by many good authors here. Mainly [mention]slackywacky[/mention] , [mention]KP Presents[/mention]
Comments and suggestions are always welcome
-------------------Chapter 1. The Smith's household-----------------
Briloven was a small town, a couple of hours from the city. Around 500 people lived in this little town. The town was surrounded by woods, beautiful meadows and streams. The residents lived a nice, laid back life, enjoying nature.
It was a beautiful day, Laura was dressed in a black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt. It was afternoon, after lunch, when she decided to take the dirty laundry basket to the laundry room. She went into the laundry room, carrying a light blue basket filled with dirty clothes and got a big shock.
She gasped when she saw her youngest son, Joey lying on the floor. He was wearing a black shorts and a red t-shirt. Joey’s hands and feet were tied with white ropes, which looked like the old clothesline they used to dry their clothes in, before purchasing a dryer. There was another long piece of rope tied to the young boy’s wrists and ankles, enough to bend his legs back, but not enough to be able to touch his feet with his hands.
“Oh, no. Not again!” Laura sighed, looking down at Joey.
“Mmummph!?” The young boy grunted looking up at his mother, standing there holding the laundry basket. There was a white handkerchief running between his lips and tied behind his head.
Joey was 13 years old, he was about 5’2 tall and had short blonde hair. He was the youngest of the two kids she had.
“Tommy? Thomas Smith, come here!” Laura calls out to her oldest son, her voice loud enough to let him know that she was upset.
It didn't take long for Tommy to hurry downstairs from his bedroom. He walked into the laundry room next to the kitchen, looking a little surprised to see his mother standing there next to his bound and gagged brother on the floor.
“What have I told you about these games?” Laura begins to lecture, placing the laundry basket on the floor and folds her arms under her chest, narrowing her blue eyes at her older son. “Haven’t I told you not to leave your brother unattended when he is tied up? And what did I say about gags?”
“He wanted it mom, I was about to come back and check on him.” Tommy said to his mother, trying to look like he knew what he was doing. He didn't want to tell his mother that he was playing video games in his room and had almost forgotten about his brother.
Laura sighs, sometimes she regretted being a single mother. Though she had two wonderful kids, their recent affinity to tie up games had her worried. It had all started a couple of months back when Joey had joined scouts at school. He wanted help to get better at tying knots for an upcoming knot badge test. Being the bigger brother and a former scout student, Tommy helped Joey to practise knots on him and vice versa, when he wanted to show it could be tied better. That’s how the games had begun and now it seemed to be getting out of hand, with the boys leaving each other tied for a longer period of time and using gags!
“He says it helps him relax” Tommy adds, casually shrugging, hoping his mother wouldn’t be too mad.
Tommy was 15 years old, he was almost as tall as Laura at 5’7. He had short blonde hair similar to his brother, his body was nicely toned as he liked to play football at school. The boys father and her husband had died a year back due to ill health, luckily he had left a life insurance which enabled them to lead a normal life, along with the money coming from Laura’s work as a column writer. No matter what, it was still difficult being a single mother to two adolescent boys.
“Hymmmyessmmum” Joey mumbles from the floor, indicating he was still tied up. The corners of the white handkerchief between his lips have turned dark.
Tommy looked at his mother, awaiting her instruction. Laura Smith was 37 years old and was 5’8 tall. She had blonde hair that came well below her shoulder, a beautiful face, full breasts, shapely hips and well toned legs. She took care of her body very well and is very conscious of her health.
“Maybe you should untie him?” Laura suggested relaxing a little after hearing out Tommy. She picked up the laundry basket and walked over to the washing machine.
Tommy nods and kneels down beside his bound brother, pulling the white handkerchief down to his neck from his mouth, a damp patch could be seen in the middle where it had been in his mouth.
“Thanks, I thought you had forgotten about me.” Joey grins at his brother. “I will get you back!”
Laura had finished putting the dirty clothes in the washing machine, switching it on before she turned her attention back to her sons.
Tommy had untied his younger brother's wrists, and the long rope tied to his wrists and ankles, he left the ankles ropes to be untied by Joey himself.
“You know I am not against you boys playing these games, but you need to be careful about leaving someone bound like this for a long time, especially when gagged too” She said in a slightly berated voice.
“I was alright mom, I could still make intelligible sounds if I wanted to get out, Tommy didn’t stuff anything in my mouth” Joey said while untying his ankles, looking up at his mother.
His mother sighs hearing that, she was worried how the kids were stuffing their mouths now. She made a mental note to talk about it later to them. Too much advice would only make them rebel more, or so she thought about her teenage boys.
“I just want you boys to be safe” She said, smiling.
Joey frees his ankles and stands up, hugging his mother. Being the youngest meant, Laura always had a soft corner for him and would often be a little more lenient with him. She relaxes when he hugs her and the tension eases off from her face completely.
“Maybe we should tie you up, so that you can see it is fun and jolly?” Tommy suggests grinning, to his mother.
“Clean up and do your chores, I am going to relax in the living room with a book” She replied, not answering his question.
“Okay, mom” Joey replies, giving a little kiss on her cheek, letting go of the hug.
Tommy bends down gathering the old ropes to take it back upstairs, while Joey removes the damp handkerchief hanging around his neck and puts it in the laundry basket. The boys then run off from the laundry room, leaving Laura to shake her head and chuckle. She wishes her husband had been around to help her deal with the kids better.
The boys make their way to Tommy’s room where he places the ropes in a plastic bag where he had stored some more of the similar old clothesline, cut into various lengths.
“Mom wasn’t too upset right?” Joey checks with his brother, plopping on the bed.
“Nah, she was just surprised to see you bound and gagged alone.” Tommy replied.
“I wish she played the game too” the younger brother said, thinking she would know they aren’t in any real harm then.
Tommy smiles hearing that, he had an idea in his mind. “I might have an idea on how to do it.”
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-------------------Chapter 1. The Smith's household-----------------
Briloven was a small town, a couple of hours from the city. Around 500 people lived in this little town. The town was surrounded by woods, beautiful meadows and streams. The residents lived a nice, laid back life, enjoying nature.
It was a beautiful day, Laura was dressed in a black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt. It was afternoon, after lunch, when she decided to take the dirty laundry basket to the laundry room. She went into the laundry room, carrying a light blue basket filled with dirty clothes and got a big shock.
She gasped when she saw her youngest son, Joey lying on the floor. He was wearing a black shorts and a red t-shirt. Joey’s hands and feet were tied with white ropes, which looked like the old clothesline they used to dry their clothes in, before purchasing a dryer. There was another long piece of rope tied to the young boy’s wrists and ankles, enough to bend his legs back, but not enough to be able to touch his feet with his hands.
“Oh, no. Not again!” Laura sighed, looking down at Joey.
“Mmummph!?” The young boy grunted looking up at his mother, standing there holding the laundry basket. There was a white handkerchief running between his lips and tied behind his head.
Joey was 13 years old, he was about 5’2 tall and had short blonde hair. He was the youngest of the two kids she had.
“Tommy? Thomas Smith, come here!” Laura calls out to her oldest son, her voice loud enough to let him know that she was upset.
It didn't take long for Tommy to hurry downstairs from his bedroom. He walked into the laundry room next to the kitchen, looking a little surprised to see his mother standing there next to his bound and gagged brother on the floor.
“What have I told you about these games?” Laura begins to lecture, placing the laundry basket on the floor and folds her arms under her chest, narrowing her blue eyes at her older son. “Haven’t I told you not to leave your brother unattended when he is tied up? And what did I say about gags?”
“He wanted it mom, I was about to come back and check on him.” Tommy said to his mother, trying to look like he knew what he was doing. He didn't want to tell his mother that he was playing video games in his room and had almost forgotten about his brother.
Laura sighs, sometimes she regretted being a single mother. Though she had two wonderful kids, their recent affinity to tie up games had her worried. It had all started a couple of months back when Joey had joined scouts at school. He wanted help to get better at tying knots for an upcoming knot badge test. Being the bigger brother and a former scout student, Tommy helped Joey to practise knots on him and vice versa, when he wanted to show it could be tied better. That’s how the games had begun and now it seemed to be getting out of hand, with the boys leaving each other tied for a longer period of time and using gags!
“He says it helps him relax” Tommy adds, casually shrugging, hoping his mother wouldn’t be too mad.
Tommy was 15 years old, he was almost as tall as Laura at 5’7. He had short blonde hair similar to his brother, his body was nicely toned as he liked to play football at school. The boys father and her husband had died a year back due to ill health, luckily he had left a life insurance which enabled them to lead a normal life, along with the money coming from Laura’s work as a column writer. No matter what, it was still difficult being a single mother to two adolescent boys.
“Hymmmyessmmum” Joey mumbles from the floor, indicating he was still tied up. The corners of the white handkerchief between his lips have turned dark.
Tommy looked at his mother, awaiting her instruction. Laura Smith was 37 years old and was 5’8 tall. She had blonde hair that came well below her shoulder, a beautiful face, full breasts, shapely hips and well toned legs. She took care of her body very well and is very conscious of her health.
“Maybe you should untie him?” Laura suggested relaxing a little after hearing out Tommy. She picked up the laundry basket and walked over to the washing machine.
Tommy nods and kneels down beside his bound brother, pulling the white handkerchief down to his neck from his mouth, a damp patch could be seen in the middle where it had been in his mouth.
“Thanks, I thought you had forgotten about me.” Joey grins at his brother. “I will get you back!”
Laura had finished putting the dirty clothes in the washing machine, switching it on before she turned her attention back to her sons.
Tommy had untied his younger brother's wrists, and the long rope tied to his wrists and ankles, he left the ankles ropes to be untied by Joey himself.
“You know I am not against you boys playing these games, but you need to be careful about leaving someone bound like this for a long time, especially when gagged too” She said in a slightly berated voice.
“I was alright mom, I could still make intelligible sounds if I wanted to get out, Tommy didn’t stuff anything in my mouth” Joey said while untying his ankles, looking up at his mother.
His mother sighs hearing that, she was worried how the kids were stuffing their mouths now. She made a mental note to talk about it later to them. Too much advice would only make them rebel more, or so she thought about her teenage boys.
“I just want you boys to be safe” She said, smiling.
Joey frees his ankles and stands up, hugging his mother. Being the youngest meant, Laura always had a soft corner for him and would often be a little more lenient with him. She relaxes when he hugs her and the tension eases off from her face completely.
“Maybe we should tie you up, so that you can see it is fun and jolly?” Tommy suggests grinning, to his mother.
“Clean up and do your chores, I am going to relax in the living room with a book” She replied, not answering his question.
“Okay, mom” Joey replies, giving a little kiss on her cheek, letting go of the hug.
Tommy bends down gathering the old ropes to take it back upstairs, while Joey removes the damp handkerchief hanging around his neck and puts it in the laundry basket. The boys then run off from the laundry room, leaving Laura to shake her head and chuckle. She wishes her husband had been around to help her deal with the kids better.
The boys make their way to Tommy’s room where he places the ropes in a plastic bag where he had stored some more of the similar old clothesline, cut into various lengths.
“Mom wasn’t too upset right?” Joey checks with his brother, plopping on the bed.
“Nah, she was just surprised to see you bound and gagged alone.” Tommy replied.
“I wish she played the game too” the younger brother said, thinking she would know they aren’t in any real harm then.
Tommy smiles hearing that, he had an idea in his mind. “I might have an idea on how to do it.”