The Mandalorian Bounty Hunted (mm/m)
Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2023 5:03 pm
Hey everyone, happy new year, I have a new story being posted and time to publish a new story of Logan's adventures of being introduced to the world of being tied up. [mention]Killua[/mention], [mention]Red86[/mention], [mention]bondagefreak[/mention], [mention]Gil[/mention], [mention]Gino[/mention], [mention]harveygasson[/mention], [mention]squirrel[/mention], I think you'll love the new adventure of Logan's TuG experience.
Synopsis: Logan is at his first convention of his favorite science fiction series and what better way to participate is to dress up as his favorite character. But while getting distracted and separated from his party, Logan must find his way back to the others through the crowded convention center. Not before getting captured by bounty hunters. Find out how our Mandalorian escapes from his bounty in this two part story. Enjoy
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Blue eyes absentmindedly stared at the cell phone screen on the long car ride, finger scrolling down the forums of the TuG website. Logan sat in the backseat of Alex's car as they were driving to their destination. But it wasn't just him and his older brother, in the passenger seat was Alex's best friend, Cole. This wasn't just a simple travel trip for the three teens, it was more of a convention for their favorite science fiction series. A Star Wars Convention at most. And Logan couldn't wait to get there to show off his costume that he put down his phone to stare at himself more, all the months of prepping were going to come into effect.
Adorned around his body was a set of armor. Not just a suit of armor of a knight, but chrome armor plating around his chest, shoulders, forearms, and legs. Underneath the armor was a faded orange color suit for the armor to be attached to with black accents and gloves. And next to him in the backseat was a chrome helmet with a T-shaped black visor. If one were to guess Logan as a Mandalorian character, they would be right. And it wasn't just him, Alex and Cole were dressed as Mandalorians as well. Alex with the same armor plating around his body and helmet next to Logan's. The only difference was that Alex's suit under the armor was a dark navy blue color and cape with dark color armor plating. Cole's suit was all black with black armor plating. The best part of it was that the armor wasn't heavy, amazing work of a 3-D printer making the plates, they just had to paint chrome and their favorite coloring and make it look shiny.
To Logan, this was going to be the best convention ever. He had always wanted to go to one and this was the chance of a lifetime. Sure he wouldn't mind spending a day being tied up at home, but expressing his inner nerd interest was better. The tied up games can be after the convention. So, he went back to browsing his phone to read through any new TuG stories on the forum. He had to thank Cole for showing him this website to read all kinds of stories of people around his age, older or younger being tied up. And most of them he was interested in were reading new ways to be tied up, different gags to try out like a ballgag or a muzzle, etc. A lot of things Logan wanted to learn and try out. He was glad Alex and Cole got him into TuGs when he was the prisoner for a weekend and that was weeks ago. And he still gets tied up by Cole and Alex whenever they felt like it. And he enjoyed every experience. Minus Cole's socks being used as torture.
Speaking of which, a familiar cheesy smell filtered into the car to make Logan cough a bit and peek between the seats to see where that smell was coming. No surprise to the blonde-haired teen as Cole had his feet out of the boots and had his black socked feet on the dashboard of the car. And to him, they smelled stronger when fresh out of the boots he was wearing. Even Alex had to complain a bit to the smell of his friend's feet. "Ahh dude, seriously?" Alex groaned and rolled down the windows to air his car out. "Trying to kill us before we get there?"
"What? Just letting my feet breathe." Cole retorted with a smirk and had his toes hanging out of the window to feel the cool air between his toes. But with Logan in the back, he was getting the downwind of his black reeking socks to make him grimace and rolled down his window. Too bad his helmet couldn't filter out noxious gases like in the show, it was just a prop after all. "Besides, these boots are a bit tight and need to let my feet stretch out." Cole continued.
Logan could only retort to that opinion, it was because his feet were getting sweaty in those boots and didn't have proper ventilation to cool his feet off. And that meant a long car ride back of Cole making it smell like fermented cheese and sweat. And the 13 year old also knew his older friend was trying to make his socks worse than before after the time he tied up and gagged Cole with his dad's old dirty socks and made him smell his shoe. He knew this was revenge for the worst gag he ever smelled and tasted. And those socks were going to be Logan's gag and be forced to smell it through his gas mask. He just knew it was coming for him soon. "Well stow them away, this car already reeks of your guy's gym bags and practice gear." Logan joked, even part of that was true. Between his brother and older friend, they were your typical jocks that knew how to clear a room out with their sweaty gear, shoes, and socks. "Plus not everyone wants to smell your feet and I'm getting the downwind of it."
Cole chuckled at Logan's complaining. Being the youngest member of their TuG group, he always had his fun teasing him. And making quick jokes if he wanted to wash his socks after a long day of practice or spend some one on one time with his socks and gas mask. "Oh fine, if you insist," he said, defeated and slipped his feet back into the black boots. "But you're chewing on them on the way home. And I'll make sure you keep them in, I got my TuG bag in the trunk for just a convenience."
Gulping, Logan was a bit nervous to chewing on the raven haired teen's socks that he'll be brewing in those thick boots. But since he enjoyed being the prisoner more than captor, he was looking forward to being tied up on the way home. Even a Mandalorian can get captured and tied up, especially when he was considered a Foundling before reaching maturity in the Mandalorian lore.
After an hour of driving, Logan saw the convention center as Alex pulled into a parking spot and started to get more excited. This was his first time at a convention and probably never his last one so he wanted to see everything. From people's costumes, to all of the merchandise, and even see props from the movies and shows, and even see actors interviewing for upcoming shows. Slipping his phone into a pouch on his belt and grabbing his helmet, Logan leaped out of the car and slipped his helmet over his head and face and made sure the padding was comfortable for him.
"Come on guys, let's get a move on!" Logan begged as he wanted to see everything before it got too crowded. But Alex and Cole weren't even out of the car just yet.
It took Alex and Cole a minute to climb out of the car and went to the trunk. "Hang on, Logan." his brother said as he grabbed Cole's lightweight, plastic jetpack. He attached it to his friend's back with a snap and turned his back to have his own jetpack attached to his back. "We still have to get our stuff on before we can go. Luckily for you as a Foundling, you don't get these yet but your armor." He grabbed his utility belt and holsters for his blaster weapons and grabbed his toy twin weapons. Cole only grabbed the plastic rifle that he modified from a Nerf gun and slung it around his shoulder.
Sighing, Logan knew he was right and had to wait. Plus they had all day so he could keep his excitement down. Like when he was getting tied up or being told he was getting tied up. But his brother was still right as they were older Mandalorians who had more weapons than he did. As a Foundling, a Mandalorian who was found and in training, he couldn't get a weapon yet until he reached a certain age. At least in the lore that was. So all Logan had was his helmet and armor, no weapons or jetpack. Least they were done equipping themselves.
Alex grabbed the navy blue and black helmet to hand it to Cole and slipped it over his head. He reached underneath his chin to flick a switch and watched his friend do the same. "Voice modification working?" he asked, more robust and deep in his tone. Underneath their helmets were tiny speakers that would alter their voice and allow people to hear them better under their helmets.
"Working for me." Cole replied. His voice was deeper and sounded more menacing, probably to add fear with his black armor.
That was when Logan realized he forgot to switch his on and reached underneath his helmet and found it. With a little click, the speaker cracked to life. "I'm ready as well." he said, his voice sounding the same as Alex's. Given his lanyard that had his ticket, the 13 year old teen followed alongside his brother and friend and had the biggest grin as they walked past the automated doors.
Everywhere around him was astonishing. People dressed in costumes or regular clothing, young and old people; all fans of Star Wars. People were dressed as Jedi or Siths, favorite characters of movies or shows like Obi-Wan, Rey, Han Solo, Darth Maul, you name it. Booths lined in rows with people selling merchandise, old collectors items, comic books, lightsaber toys, art works, and many more. Kids younger than him were having lightsaber fights in any open space they could find. There was even a station where people could put together their own lightsaber with parts. With Stormtroopers patrolling the area. And they were even playing Star Wars music over the speakers.
To Logan, this was everything he dreamed of and wanted to take in every minute of the scenery. And he was part of it as a Mandalorian clan member with Alex and Cole and their group of TuG friends.
After passing through the security checkpoint and showing their tickets, they were in and started walking through the crowd. "Alright… Jamie said she and Cole's sister would meet us by the canteen." Alex said as he looked around, side stepping as a group of kids ran past them with their lightsaber fights. Jamie, Alex's girlfriend, was a fan of Star Wars as well and wanted to dress up as a Mandalorian with Cole's sister, Dawn. But Logan wasn't paying attention to the plan as he kept glancing around with excitement as he walked behind them.
The sights were everything to take in. He saw booths displaying small models of starships from the show to life scale replicas of the battle droids in full metal designs. People arguing about the shows or movies to chuckle as it wasn't necessary to fight over a science fiction that change constantly. There booths that were selling lightsaber replicas from NoPixel that were close in design and sounded the same with the durable plastic tube protecting the lights. Logan stopped at the booth and grabbed the hilt of the Darksaber while Alex and Cole kept walking and was stunned by the weight. Heavier than he imagined. He set the hilt down on the table and walked away to join his brother and friend.
But he stopped as he looked around as he realized he made a grave mistake. Alex and Cole weren't nowhere to be seen. "Crap…" he muttered under his breath and started looking around. "Where can they be? Shouldn't be too hard to find." There was a problem, Logan wasn't the only Mandalorian clan in the convention. There were other cosplayers dressed as Mandalorians. "Great… this is going to be harder. Just… look for a black and blue armor plating and you're good. I can even send Alex a text."
With quick thinking, Logan grabbed his phone from his pouch and sent Alex a quick text on where he was at and started making his way while looking for his brother. But with the large population, it would take Logan forever to find the specific characters he was looking for. He kept seeing black armor, but knew it wasn't Cole based on the design and body shape. Same for Alex and his armor. Even checking his phone in case his brother texted back to sigh. He hoped his older brother didn't leave his phone in the car.
Since he wasn't paying attention, Logan felt his body crash into something, followed by a surprised grunt to look up. In front of him was a teen his height and possibly the same age dressed in dark clothes and face mask. Next to him was another person dressed the same. But immediately Logan recognized the faces from his school's soccer team. "Bryce? Sam?" he asked, curiously in case he was certain it was them.
The teen, Bryce, was the same height and age as Logan, glared at him with his green eyes for the crashing accident. His dark hair was covered by a head wrap to make himself look like a mysterious figure. Sam was dressed the same as Bryce was with his red hair covered and had a pair of speeder goggles over his green eyes. "Logan?" he asked to remove his mask to reveal his face. Satisfied to know it was someone he knew, but didn't get along with at school, Logan removed his helmet to reveal it was him to them. "Great. Of all places, you had to crash into me here."
"Hey, not my fault, okay." Logan argued and slipped his helmet back on. "I was looking for my brother and his friend as I got separated from them. So, don't get annoyed with me here."
Hearing upon that, that caused a light smirk to form on Bryce's lips. He leaned over to his friend to whisper something into his ear to make him snicker. "So, the Foundling wandered away from his clan?" he said to bring himself into a new character. "Why don't we make a good bounty or ransom with you?" Before Logan could react to what they meant, both boys grabbed his arms and dragged him away from the main hall to the halls. Logan understood what was happening now to struggle against them as they were taking him away to a secluded area. "Quit fighting, you're alone with your teammates from school. Besides, I need a little payback."
"No way am I letting you get away from this." Logan grumbled as they spotted a utility closet and found it unlocked to open it and drag him inside. The door was closed and locked to have the three boys inside. "What's going on here!?"
There wasn't an answer and Sam grabbed some handcuffs from his pouch and quickly went behind Logan. The teen resisted against him as he tried to pull his arms behind until he felt the metal cuffs snap around his wrists and couldn't pull his arms apart. "That should hold our bounty really well now." Sam laughed and removed Logan's helmet.
"Okay, guys," Logan grumbled. "It's funny now. But let me go." He flexed his wrists to realize these weren't regular handcuffs like the ones his parents had as police officers. He felt more rigid, his hands almost touching each other. He couldn't pull his arms apart nor hear a chain rattling. That's when he realized these were hinged cuffs. He had heard about them before on the TuG site and seen pictures of them. Now he was experiencing them at a convention. "Seriously? What is going on?" he demanded.
"Like you don't know." Bryce said to grab a roll of duct tape from his sack. "I'm jealous of you, Logan. Being the more well talked person in the school for sports, when I got our soccer team in the divisions. How does cross-country become a better talk over soccer, all you do is run. Plus, Roxanne has a bigger crush on you than me and I did a lot of things for her. So, I'm going to make your day a living hell as my captured bounty. I'm a bounty hunter after all, Foundling."
Logan rolled his blue eyes to hear that. Of course the person he never got along with had a grudge for him. And he was happy to be more popular than him. He tried to see if there was a way to get out of those cuffs without a key, he wasn't going to spend his day as a captured bounty for their amusement. And seeing how he couldn't slip out of the cuffs, the teen charged Sam to pin him against the wall to try using his cuffed hands to find the key. But the red headed boy wrapped his arms in a chokehold and forced Logan to his knees. "Shut him up now before he starts screaming." Sam said.
Without hesitation, Bryce removed his boots to reveal two pairs of white ankles socks that looked like they weren't washed regularly based on the darkened color at the feet. Logan immediately knew what kind of gag he was getting to struggle harder against the goalkeeper of the soccer team as his rival removed his socks. "Open wide, I wore these for a few days with gym class and soccer practice." he joked and balled up the socks and pressed one against his nose.
Immediately Logan picked up the scent of aged cheese, wet sweat, and old grass from the soccer field. Much like smelling his socks or Alex's from football. And for a few days, the smell was strong and wet as they were straight from his feet. "Ugh! That's gross, Bryce! Yo-MMMUGH!" he said to get the sock stuffed into his mouth. And Logan tried turning his head away, but Sam kept a firm grip to prevent him from moving away as he let his friend push more of the sweaty socks into his mouth. And Logan can agree that a wet sock tasted more stronger than a dried dirty sock as he had both pushed in to stuff his cheeks. Tasted like wet salty cheese to him.
With both socks stuffed in and pinning his tongue down, Logan tried to scream for help, but his voice was faintly quiet. Much to the delight of the two soccer players. But Bryce wasn't satisfied to grab his tape roll and unraveled a long strip and pressed it onto his cheek and started wrapping around his head under five wraps. Logan only winced as the tape clung to his hair in the sticky mess and felt it squeeze his face tightly. Normally Alex or Cole don't wrap it this tight. But seeing how Logan had an enemy at school, he probably wanted to torture him a lot.
With the blonde haired teen properly gagged and restrained, it was time to show around their captured bounty. Logan screamed loudly as he could with the wet socks and tight tape gag to glare at Bryce. To help hide the issue, Bryce grabbed Logan's helmet and saw the microphone to switch it off so nobody could hear his screams and slipped it over his head to hide his gagged face. "Let's go now." Bryce said to grab a toy blaster and grabbed one arm. Sam grabbed the other one and unlocked the door to step out into the deserted hall and dragged Logan to the show floor. And the captured teen struggled and tried screaming for help as best as he could. "Good, make it look convincing." the dark haired teen chuckled. "Can't let people suspect a thing. Afterwards, you can suck on Sam's socks. I heard he wore them for two weeks."
"You heard right, Bryce." Sam laughed. Logan gulped as this was going to be a long, but humiliating day. He just hoped Alex and Cole could save him. He wouldn't want to look forward to those socks.
Synopsis: Logan is at his first convention of his favorite science fiction series and what better way to participate is to dress up as his favorite character. But while getting distracted and separated from his party, Logan must find his way back to the others through the crowded convention center. Not before getting captured by bounty hunters. Find out how our Mandalorian escapes from his bounty in this two part story. Enjoy
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Blue eyes absentmindedly stared at the cell phone screen on the long car ride, finger scrolling down the forums of the TuG website. Logan sat in the backseat of Alex's car as they were driving to their destination. But it wasn't just him and his older brother, in the passenger seat was Alex's best friend, Cole. This wasn't just a simple travel trip for the three teens, it was more of a convention for their favorite science fiction series. A Star Wars Convention at most. And Logan couldn't wait to get there to show off his costume that he put down his phone to stare at himself more, all the months of prepping were going to come into effect.
Adorned around his body was a set of armor. Not just a suit of armor of a knight, but chrome armor plating around his chest, shoulders, forearms, and legs. Underneath the armor was a faded orange color suit for the armor to be attached to with black accents and gloves. And next to him in the backseat was a chrome helmet with a T-shaped black visor. If one were to guess Logan as a Mandalorian character, they would be right. And it wasn't just him, Alex and Cole were dressed as Mandalorians as well. Alex with the same armor plating around his body and helmet next to Logan's. The only difference was that Alex's suit under the armor was a dark navy blue color and cape with dark color armor plating. Cole's suit was all black with black armor plating. The best part of it was that the armor wasn't heavy, amazing work of a 3-D printer making the plates, they just had to paint chrome and their favorite coloring and make it look shiny.
To Logan, this was going to be the best convention ever. He had always wanted to go to one and this was the chance of a lifetime. Sure he wouldn't mind spending a day being tied up at home, but expressing his inner nerd interest was better. The tied up games can be after the convention. So, he went back to browsing his phone to read through any new TuG stories on the forum. He had to thank Cole for showing him this website to read all kinds of stories of people around his age, older or younger being tied up. And most of them he was interested in were reading new ways to be tied up, different gags to try out like a ballgag or a muzzle, etc. A lot of things Logan wanted to learn and try out. He was glad Alex and Cole got him into TuGs when he was the prisoner for a weekend and that was weeks ago. And he still gets tied up by Cole and Alex whenever they felt like it. And he enjoyed every experience. Minus Cole's socks being used as torture.
Speaking of which, a familiar cheesy smell filtered into the car to make Logan cough a bit and peek between the seats to see where that smell was coming. No surprise to the blonde-haired teen as Cole had his feet out of the boots and had his black socked feet on the dashboard of the car. And to him, they smelled stronger when fresh out of the boots he was wearing. Even Alex had to complain a bit to the smell of his friend's feet. "Ahh dude, seriously?" Alex groaned and rolled down the windows to air his car out. "Trying to kill us before we get there?"
"What? Just letting my feet breathe." Cole retorted with a smirk and had his toes hanging out of the window to feel the cool air between his toes. But with Logan in the back, he was getting the downwind of his black reeking socks to make him grimace and rolled down his window. Too bad his helmet couldn't filter out noxious gases like in the show, it was just a prop after all. "Besides, these boots are a bit tight and need to let my feet stretch out." Cole continued.
Logan could only retort to that opinion, it was because his feet were getting sweaty in those boots and didn't have proper ventilation to cool his feet off. And that meant a long car ride back of Cole making it smell like fermented cheese and sweat. And the 13 year old also knew his older friend was trying to make his socks worse than before after the time he tied up and gagged Cole with his dad's old dirty socks and made him smell his shoe. He knew this was revenge for the worst gag he ever smelled and tasted. And those socks were going to be Logan's gag and be forced to smell it through his gas mask. He just knew it was coming for him soon. "Well stow them away, this car already reeks of your guy's gym bags and practice gear." Logan joked, even part of that was true. Between his brother and older friend, they were your typical jocks that knew how to clear a room out with their sweaty gear, shoes, and socks. "Plus not everyone wants to smell your feet and I'm getting the downwind of it."
Cole chuckled at Logan's complaining. Being the youngest member of their TuG group, he always had his fun teasing him. And making quick jokes if he wanted to wash his socks after a long day of practice or spend some one on one time with his socks and gas mask. "Oh fine, if you insist," he said, defeated and slipped his feet back into the black boots. "But you're chewing on them on the way home. And I'll make sure you keep them in, I got my TuG bag in the trunk for just a convenience."
Gulping, Logan was a bit nervous to chewing on the raven haired teen's socks that he'll be brewing in those thick boots. But since he enjoyed being the prisoner more than captor, he was looking forward to being tied up on the way home. Even a Mandalorian can get captured and tied up, especially when he was considered a Foundling before reaching maturity in the Mandalorian lore.
After an hour of driving, Logan saw the convention center as Alex pulled into a parking spot and started to get more excited. This was his first time at a convention and probably never his last one so he wanted to see everything. From people's costumes, to all of the merchandise, and even see props from the movies and shows, and even see actors interviewing for upcoming shows. Slipping his phone into a pouch on his belt and grabbing his helmet, Logan leaped out of the car and slipped his helmet over his head and face and made sure the padding was comfortable for him.
"Come on guys, let's get a move on!" Logan begged as he wanted to see everything before it got too crowded. But Alex and Cole weren't even out of the car just yet.
It took Alex and Cole a minute to climb out of the car and went to the trunk. "Hang on, Logan." his brother said as he grabbed Cole's lightweight, plastic jetpack. He attached it to his friend's back with a snap and turned his back to have his own jetpack attached to his back. "We still have to get our stuff on before we can go. Luckily for you as a Foundling, you don't get these yet but your armor." He grabbed his utility belt and holsters for his blaster weapons and grabbed his toy twin weapons. Cole only grabbed the plastic rifle that he modified from a Nerf gun and slung it around his shoulder.
Sighing, Logan knew he was right and had to wait. Plus they had all day so he could keep his excitement down. Like when he was getting tied up or being told he was getting tied up. But his brother was still right as they were older Mandalorians who had more weapons than he did. As a Foundling, a Mandalorian who was found and in training, he couldn't get a weapon yet until he reached a certain age. At least in the lore that was. So all Logan had was his helmet and armor, no weapons or jetpack. Least they were done equipping themselves.
Alex grabbed the navy blue and black helmet to hand it to Cole and slipped it over his head. He reached underneath his chin to flick a switch and watched his friend do the same. "Voice modification working?" he asked, more robust and deep in his tone. Underneath their helmets were tiny speakers that would alter their voice and allow people to hear them better under their helmets.
"Working for me." Cole replied. His voice was deeper and sounded more menacing, probably to add fear with his black armor.
That was when Logan realized he forgot to switch his on and reached underneath his helmet and found it. With a little click, the speaker cracked to life. "I'm ready as well." he said, his voice sounding the same as Alex's. Given his lanyard that had his ticket, the 13 year old teen followed alongside his brother and friend and had the biggest grin as they walked past the automated doors.
Everywhere around him was astonishing. People dressed in costumes or regular clothing, young and old people; all fans of Star Wars. People were dressed as Jedi or Siths, favorite characters of movies or shows like Obi-Wan, Rey, Han Solo, Darth Maul, you name it. Booths lined in rows with people selling merchandise, old collectors items, comic books, lightsaber toys, art works, and many more. Kids younger than him were having lightsaber fights in any open space they could find. There was even a station where people could put together their own lightsaber with parts. With Stormtroopers patrolling the area. And they were even playing Star Wars music over the speakers.
To Logan, this was everything he dreamed of and wanted to take in every minute of the scenery. And he was part of it as a Mandalorian clan member with Alex and Cole and their group of TuG friends.
After passing through the security checkpoint and showing their tickets, they were in and started walking through the crowd. "Alright… Jamie said she and Cole's sister would meet us by the canteen." Alex said as he looked around, side stepping as a group of kids ran past them with their lightsaber fights. Jamie, Alex's girlfriend, was a fan of Star Wars as well and wanted to dress up as a Mandalorian with Cole's sister, Dawn. But Logan wasn't paying attention to the plan as he kept glancing around with excitement as he walked behind them.
The sights were everything to take in. He saw booths displaying small models of starships from the show to life scale replicas of the battle droids in full metal designs. People arguing about the shows or movies to chuckle as it wasn't necessary to fight over a science fiction that change constantly. There booths that were selling lightsaber replicas from NoPixel that were close in design and sounded the same with the durable plastic tube protecting the lights. Logan stopped at the booth and grabbed the hilt of the Darksaber while Alex and Cole kept walking and was stunned by the weight. Heavier than he imagined. He set the hilt down on the table and walked away to join his brother and friend.
But he stopped as he looked around as he realized he made a grave mistake. Alex and Cole weren't nowhere to be seen. "Crap…" he muttered under his breath and started looking around. "Where can they be? Shouldn't be too hard to find." There was a problem, Logan wasn't the only Mandalorian clan in the convention. There were other cosplayers dressed as Mandalorians. "Great… this is going to be harder. Just… look for a black and blue armor plating and you're good. I can even send Alex a text."
With quick thinking, Logan grabbed his phone from his pouch and sent Alex a quick text on where he was at and started making his way while looking for his brother. But with the large population, it would take Logan forever to find the specific characters he was looking for. He kept seeing black armor, but knew it wasn't Cole based on the design and body shape. Same for Alex and his armor. Even checking his phone in case his brother texted back to sigh. He hoped his older brother didn't leave his phone in the car.
Since he wasn't paying attention, Logan felt his body crash into something, followed by a surprised grunt to look up. In front of him was a teen his height and possibly the same age dressed in dark clothes and face mask. Next to him was another person dressed the same. But immediately Logan recognized the faces from his school's soccer team. "Bryce? Sam?" he asked, curiously in case he was certain it was them.
The teen, Bryce, was the same height and age as Logan, glared at him with his green eyes for the crashing accident. His dark hair was covered by a head wrap to make himself look like a mysterious figure. Sam was dressed the same as Bryce was with his red hair covered and had a pair of speeder goggles over his green eyes. "Logan?" he asked to remove his mask to reveal his face. Satisfied to know it was someone he knew, but didn't get along with at school, Logan removed his helmet to reveal it was him to them. "Great. Of all places, you had to crash into me here."
"Hey, not my fault, okay." Logan argued and slipped his helmet back on. "I was looking for my brother and his friend as I got separated from them. So, don't get annoyed with me here."
Hearing upon that, that caused a light smirk to form on Bryce's lips. He leaned over to his friend to whisper something into his ear to make him snicker. "So, the Foundling wandered away from his clan?" he said to bring himself into a new character. "Why don't we make a good bounty or ransom with you?" Before Logan could react to what they meant, both boys grabbed his arms and dragged him away from the main hall to the halls. Logan understood what was happening now to struggle against them as they were taking him away to a secluded area. "Quit fighting, you're alone with your teammates from school. Besides, I need a little payback."
"No way am I letting you get away from this." Logan grumbled as they spotted a utility closet and found it unlocked to open it and drag him inside. The door was closed and locked to have the three boys inside. "What's going on here!?"
There wasn't an answer and Sam grabbed some handcuffs from his pouch and quickly went behind Logan. The teen resisted against him as he tried to pull his arms behind until he felt the metal cuffs snap around his wrists and couldn't pull his arms apart. "That should hold our bounty really well now." Sam laughed and removed Logan's helmet.
"Okay, guys," Logan grumbled. "It's funny now. But let me go." He flexed his wrists to realize these weren't regular handcuffs like the ones his parents had as police officers. He felt more rigid, his hands almost touching each other. He couldn't pull his arms apart nor hear a chain rattling. That's when he realized these were hinged cuffs. He had heard about them before on the TuG site and seen pictures of them. Now he was experiencing them at a convention. "Seriously? What is going on?" he demanded.
"Like you don't know." Bryce said to grab a roll of duct tape from his sack. "I'm jealous of you, Logan. Being the more well talked person in the school for sports, when I got our soccer team in the divisions. How does cross-country become a better talk over soccer, all you do is run. Plus, Roxanne has a bigger crush on you than me and I did a lot of things for her. So, I'm going to make your day a living hell as my captured bounty. I'm a bounty hunter after all, Foundling."
Logan rolled his blue eyes to hear that. Of course the person he never got along with had a grudge for him. And he was happy to be more popular than him. He tried to see if there was a way to get out of those cuffs without a key, he wasn't going to spend his day as a captured bounty for their amusement. And seeing how he couldn't slip out of the cuffs, the teen charged Sam to pin him against the wall to try using his cuffed hands to find the key. But the red headed boy wrapped his arms in a chokehold and forced Logan to his knees. "Shut him up now before he starts screaming." Sam said.
Without hesitation, Bryce removed his boots to reveal two pairs of white ankles socks that looked like they weren't washed regularly based on the darkened color at the feet. Logan immediately knew what kind of gag he was getting to struggle harder against the goalkeeper of the soccer team as his rival removed his socks. "Open wide, I wore these for a few days with gym class and soccer practice." he joked and balled up the socks and pressed one against his nose.
Immediately Logan picked up the scent of aged cheese, wet sweat, and old grass from the soccer field. Much like smelling his socks or Alex's from football. And for a few days, the smell was strong and wet as they were straight from his feet. "Ugh! That's gross, Bryce! Yo-MMMUGH!" he said to get the sock stuffed into his mouth. And Logan tried turning his head away, but Sam kept a firm grip to prevent him from moving away as he let his friend push more of the sweaty socks into his mouth. And Logan can agree that a wet sock tasted more stronger than a dried dirty sock as he had both pushed in to stuff his cheeks. Tasted like wet salty cheese to him.
With both socks stuffed in and pinning his tongue down, Logan tried to scream for help, but his voice was faintly quiet. Much to the delight of the two soccer players. But Bryce wasn't satisfied to grab his tape roll and unraveled a long strip and pressed it onto his cheek and started wrapping around his head under five wraps. Logan only winced as the tape clung to his hair in the sticky mess and felt it squeeze his face tightly. Normally Alex or Cole don't wrap it this tight. But seeing how Logan had an enemy at school, he probably wanted to torture him a lot.
With the blonde haired teen properly gagged and restrained, it was time to show around their captured bounty. Logan screamed loudly as he could with the wet socks and tight tape gag to glare at Bryce. To help hide the issue, Bryce grabbed Logan's helmet and saw the microphone to switch it off so nobody could hear his screams and slipped it over his head to hide his gagged face. "Let's go now." Bryce said to grab a toy blaster and grabbed one arm. Sam grabbed the other one and unlocked the door to step out into the deserted hall and dragged Logan to the show floor. And the captured teen struggled and tried screaming for help as best as he could. "Good, make it look convincing." the dark haired teen chuckled. "Can't let people suspect a thing. Afterwards, you can suck on Sam's socks. I heard he wore them for two weeks."
"You heard right, Bryce." Sam laughed. Logan gulped as this was going to be a long, but humiliating day. He just hoped Alex and Cole could save him. He wouldn't want to look forward to those socks.