Caught! (m/self) - Part 2 added (09. 02. 2023)

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Caught! (m/self) - Part 2 added (09. 02. 2023)

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You know how you sometimes want to write something short, maybe five pages? And then you are at roughly that point, and you only got a third done, of what you had planned? Yeah, so instead of a one-shot, this will now be a two- or three-part story. I mean, I could have written and posted the whole thing, but it's easier digestible that way. Anyway, on to the story:

Part 1


„Tell mum and dad that I'm playing soccer, ok?!“, Tim screamed, before throwing the door shut. David looked out the window, watching his younger brother, until he was finally out of sight.

A heavy sigh. It was about time.

The 17-year-olds body shivered, his nerves going crazy. He had four hours, before his parents came back. It was all the time he had.

Another sigh, more shivering, as he walked up the stairs. A last look into the mirror, agreeing that the black, long-sleeved t-shirt and the black pajama pants were the most sensible thing to wear, trying to give himself confidence. He nodded to himself. He was a proud punk (the purple-colored hair was proof of that), social norms be damned! No one would find him anyway, it was all fine. On to the main thing.

On his bed, David had already prepared all the equipment he needed. A pair of scissors, a sharp knife (according to the internet, scissors weren't necessarily the best tool for the job), a curtain rod, two sneaker socks, a roll of silver duct-tape and some pieces of rope (his father would not realize that he had borrowed them, for sure).

A look at the clock told him that 30 minutes were already gone. He had to hurry. Still, he knew that being calm would be essential from now on. Deep breaths. Feel the excitement.

Oh, yes, he could feel it. Sure, he was nervous, but he also felt thrilled, like he hadn't in ages. What he had planned felt dangerous. What if he did something wrong? What if he got stuck? He had read stories about people, who had tied off the blood flow of their hands, being crippled forever, afterwards.

But the urge was too strong. He had waited for years, never doing anything, never asking anyone, too scared for any action, but never letting go of the thought. It just couldn't wait any longer, and if not now, when then? It was so rare, that he had the house for himself for hours. This was the time, the risk be damned.

The start was easy. For the first few seconds, the dry texture of the first sock felt wrong in his mouth, but that feeling soon went away. No gag reflex, to Davids surprise. Still, it filled out more of the mouth, than he had anticipated. But this didn't stop him from following his own script, and soon, the second sock found its place alongside the first.

Once more, the breathing got heavier, as the boy picked up the roll of duct tape. He started to inhale deeper, again. He wasn't nervous, he was excited! Even more so, when he heard the harsh sound of the tape, being ripped off the roll. What an enticing sound! What an amazing feeling! David felt each breath, each heartbeat. Forgotten was the time limit, he couldn't have stopped now.

Carefully, he put the beginning of the tape over his mouth. This sensation wasn't entirely new, as ripping off small pieces seal his mouth, and letting them vanish outside the house later, was one of the rare types of experimentation he had tried himself on, up to now. But these were always just small strips, only covering his mouth. He never had done what he did now: circling the roll around his head, ripping of more and more of the sticky material, always accompanied by that sweet, slightly scary sound, feeling the pressure grow all around his head.

He had prepared well, not stopping there. Soon, the tape covered his chin, and even went over his nose. It had to be perfect, he didn't want to be able to speak, or even scream.

After cutting off the tape, sticking the end to the rest of the gag, David gave it a try. At first, he got even more excited than he was, as he couldn't produce any useful sounds. Only muffled noise came out. But soon, as he worked on opening his mouth, it became apparent that his chin was stronger than he ever imagined. Soon, he could open his mouth again.

At first, David was disappointed. Were all the stories he had read a lie? Sure, he had known for ages that a simple scarf over the mouth was worthless. But was it impossible to keep his mouth from opening?

Not ready to carry on yet, with his mouth still open, David simply put on more tape, more circulations, more pressure. Soon, there was a wall of tape, high enough to cover everything below his nose, even when his mouth was fully open. No way to get rid of the socks inside anymore.

The teen tried to say something, to scream, louder and louder. But, while the sounds were still easier to hear than he had hoped, they were effectively muffled. No one outside the house, maybe even outside the room, would hear him.

Another step done. By now, he was in a flow, focused on his work. The next step, at least, should be easy.

The feet came first. The sensation of wrapping his legs directly above wasn't as intense as the one from applying the gag, but that didn't stop him from carrying on. Using more knowledge, that he had collected over the years, he also used a second piece of rope to tie off the slack between his legs. And now, the excitement came back. Suddenly, his feet were actually stuck together.

With a steadier hand now, it wasn't much of an effort to repeat the same process directly above his knees. A bit later, he was unable to separate his legs.

David took a few minutes to get a feel for this new experience. He tried to scream for help, once more, and worked on getting his feet apart. With delight, he found both experiments to fail.

But this wasn't the end. The hardest part, the one he was most afraid of, was still missing. And, as he already had realized, without that final element, the whole exercise was pointless. Being tied and gagged was worthless, as long as he could easily free himself with he hands.

It was also the part he couldn't figure out for a long time. Experiments never yielded any useful results. Even if he could trap his hands inside some tape, it was not strict enough, being easy to get out of.

But some weeks ago, he had found a solution: His desk. It was heavy enough to withstand some pulling, and, the essential part: It had a hole. That hole was on the back, which was normally pressed against the wall, but with quite some work, David was able to move it away. Enough, so that he could fit behind it, with enough space to still maneuver a bit.

Moving was a bit of work by now, but nothing that couldn't be handled by the aid of two arms. David put scissors and tape onto the desk, and grabbed the curtain rod. It was put through the hole, with quite a bit sticking out on top. The roll of tape was also put over the hole, with the rod now going through it, too. It would keep the roll in place, when David would start to pull on it.

Once again, David became really nervous. This was it. If he did everything right, he would soon be tied up, maybe unable to get free on his own. His parents and his brother would find him, helplessly bound and gagged. They would know about his desires, which was the last thing he wanted.

But he also couldn't NOT use the opportunity. He had come so far, he had to bring it to a close. And he would be able to escape, as he had both a knife and a pair of scissors nearby. Nothing would go wrong!

And so, he pulled off more from the roll of tape. Once more that sound, that incredibly exciting sound. The boy turned his back to the roll, and started to wrap the beginning around the lowest part of his left arm.

One more deep breath. One more shiver. He made sure, that the tape was applied without slack, over the end of his sleeve. He crossed his hands, the right one further away from his back than the left one. And he started to move both hands, crossed and pressed together, around the curtain rod.

The first time, it didn't work. Without being able to see, David misjudged something, not even knowing what, and everything had too much slack.

But that was easily reversed, and the second time went better. He took breaks in the circulations of his hands around the curtain rod, used the stickiness of the tape on the roll to press it onto his arms, and continued on, slowly.

This was an incredible feeling. Unlike his feet, the feeling of more and more restricted hands, them being more and more severely stuck together, behind his back, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Terrifying, enthralling, exciting, all at once.

Despite not many rotations being necessary, it took quite a while before David was satisfied. But finally, his hands being inseparable, he carefully cut the tape of from the roll, and pressed the loose end against his back, making it stick to the rest.

A wave of excitement and worry overcame the boy. He had done it! He had tied himself up, in a way that he couldn't just get out of, at least not without a tool. It soon became clear that he was right – no matter how much he struggled, his hands were stuck in place.

Earlier, failed experiments tended to not work out partly, because he had put the tape on his skin. And while that hurt more, with hairs being ripped off all the time, he was always able to twist his hands around, maybe aided by some sweat, to finally get out of the tape.

But not this time. Due to the long sleeves, no sweat would make the tape loose. It even seemed to stick better to the shirt material in general. Soon it was clear to David, that he was stuck. What a thrilling experience!

But the teen wasn't quite done yet. He grabbed the loose end from the roll ones more, and stuck it to the back of his shirt. While bending his knees just enough, so the roll wouldn't get over the curtain rod, rotated around himself. He sometimes kneeled more, sometimes less, to distribute the tape, but in the end, his upper arms and the part of his body at this height, were completely covered in the silver material.

More than even the rotations around his hands, every new piece of tape gave him the feeling of being more and more restricted. His upper body and his arms felt every bit of added pressure,

After being satisfied, he grabbed the pair of scissors once more, brought the tape into the right position, and cut it off. The loose bit was pressed against his shirt onto his shirt by pushing his back against the wall, and he was finally done.

Before enjoying the feeling of being restricted, his thoughts went immediately to the knife, and the scissors. With them, he could easily free himself, whenever he wanted. He couldn't put them away, but he needed to make it a bit harder to get them. Getting free had to be at least a bit of work.

He played with the thought of letting them fall behind his bed, next to the wall. It would make it impossible to get them back, which would make him truly helplessly tied and gagged.

It was an exciting thought. Unable to get free on his own (because it was already clear, without something to cut the tape off, he was not getting out), having to wait for someone to discover him, having to deal with whatever fallout would come from that.

But with all the excitement, he was still able to realize how bad this idea was. No, he would make it hard, not impossible. In the end, he decided to simple put both knife and scissors onto the desk, and for himself to lie on the floor. It would mean that he needed to crawl to the door, the only part of his room, where he could push himself against a sort of wall, to get up, and then get to the desk. Soon, both cutting tools lay on the desk.

David had prepared for that, too. He had put two thick blankets on the floor. Slowly, he kneeled more and more, and finally let go, landing on his behind and rolling onto his back. With some work, the boy was able to rotate his body, and now lay on his stomach.

And finally, he could enjoy the fruits of his labour. The boy struggled, threw himself around, screamed for help, and gleefully realized, that he was getting nowhere. The tape held his hands in place, his feet were stuck together with nearly no slack, and no matter how hard he tried, the socks would not get over the wall of duct tape. He even delighted in the sensation of a collar pressing against his neck, unable to do anything about it. It drove him insane, and he loved it.

He knew, though, that he had a time limit. A look at the clock told him, that two hours had gone by, since he started. Still three more, before his parents arrived, so not bad. And it was a Saturday, which meant that Tim wouldn't be home before midnight. Since he had turned 15, he had always used his new privilege of staying out that long to the fullest.

David fought the tape and ropes some more, before laying down, enjoying the blissful experience. He tried to push the knowledge of the knife and scissors out of his mind, trying to think that there was no way out. He imagined his parents coming home, him being unable to get free, being found, being found even by his brother, laughed at, made fun of. He loved the scary thought, of being unable to do anything against this, that he was now trapped, having to wait for an incredibly uncomfortable situation.

He played around some more, acting like he was desperately trying to escape. The same thing, again and again, with no way out. Infinite bliss.

But the moment in heaven was destroyed, as he heard the door of the house being opened.
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Nice start. The sound of the door was surelt a surprise for him. I like the way he tied himself up. You put a lot of thought into that. Great story so far. I'm curious who came home now.
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Changed a small bit in part 1, namely how David was dressed. Why should become obvious in the second part.

Part 2


“You home, Dave?”, Tim screamed, after throwing the door shut.

Why was he back already? Why today? Mikes heart started to race, the color draining from his face. Frantically, he started to struggle, but got nowhere.

Don't panic! Maybe his brother was just looking for something, and would go away again after finding it. And even if not, there was no reason to go into Davids room.

He had to stay calm. As frustrating as it was, he needed to untie himself now. Cursing his brother, he tried to move towards the door. But here, the teenager realized a fault in his preparations. Moving around, while lying on his stomach and with no real arm or leg support, was way harder than he had imagined. All he could do was raise his upper body a bit, and throw himself forward. After a few tries, he already felt how much energy he needed for every single push.

Additionally, the thick blankets below him seemed to get thrown backwards a bit, whenever he gave his upper body a push. He didn't even move forward, as every advancement his body made on the blankets, was undone by the blanket moving back.

Grunting, sweating, swearing, the teen started to panic again, throwing himself around in frustration, as he heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs, ever closer to his room.

This couldn't be happening. His brother couldn't find him. Why was he here? Why did he have to come home earlier, this one time? As the steps got closer and closer, David tried to steel himself for the most embarrassing moment of his life. Scared, he looked at the door of this room, hoping for his brother to knock, and simply go, when realizing that no one was reacting.

The seconds felt like minutes, every new, louder step like an eternity after the last one. David wanted to hide, knowing full well how pointless this hope was. As horrible as it was, he had no choice but to face whatever was to come.

Shaking, he stared away from the door, as it was opened. No knock, as always. “Dave, can I...” The bound teen didn't dare to look at his brother, waiting for further reactions. “What the fuck happened to you? Are you ok?”

Daves face became hot, red as a tomato, his whole body shaking, as his brother undid the gag. He didn't want this to happen, to be found out. He wanted to hide.

But he also realized, that there had been no glee in Tims voice, just confusion and concern, about his brothers situation. Something to calm him down.

Soon, the gag was off. Tim had even grabbed the wet socks inside his brothers mouth, and put them on the floor. He, too, was in a confused state. Instead of untying his brother, he asked once more. “What happened? Who tied you up?”

But the voice didn't show the same worry, as it did before. Tim had smelled something fishy, and after realizing that David hadn't been hurt, curiosity won over. He sat down, looking relaxed at his big brother.

“Well?”

By now, David had calmed down a bit. It was just his brother. It wasn't like this was the first time one had found the other in an embarrassing situation. Surely, he could trust him.

Deep breaths. Tim didn't pry any further, letting David take his time.

With a shaky voice, the bound teen gave it a try. “I, uh...” Another deep breath. “You know Sill, from school? The bully? He did this.”

When Tim didn't say anything, his older brother dared to look at his face, seeing a sly grin. This was bad.

“What? How? Why would you let this asshole into our house?” Tim shook his head, clearly not buying the lie. “Does he even know where we live?”

David could feel the sweat starting to appear, as he tried to think of another lie, still not comfortable in telling the truth to his brother. He couldn't admit that he liked being tied up, gagged, helpless.

“Someone isn't cooperative, I see. Well, that can be changed.”

The bound teen didn't know what to expect, until fingers started to dance around his armpits. Unable to defend himself, he tried to roll around, to get away from his tormentor, while laughing like crazy. Tim never had gotten a chance, to use the knowledge of how ticklish his brother was. Until now.

“Doesn't feel so good, when you are the one being tickled, does it? Hehe!”

Everyone probably had this moment, when their little siblings started to become strong enough to pay you back everything you did to them over the years. David wasn't a monster, but he had abused his advantage in height and strength. And he certainly wished now, that he hadn't.

After an eternity, which probably had only lasted for a minute, the torture was over. An exhausted David breathed heavily, fearing for what came next.

“Well? You want another round, or are you ready to tell me the truth?” David looked into the eyes of his tormentor, now finding the glee he was afraid of.

But the fear of more tickling was stronger. And in the end, it was just his brother. This wasn't so different from any other squabbles they had had over the years. Only the power dynamics had changed a bit.

“Ok, ok. I did it on my own. It's just...”

Davids closed his eyes, not being able to look at his brother, while telling the truth.

“I...I like being tied up, ok? With everyone finally gone, it was the perfect opportunity. Why did you have to come home earlier? You always stay out late! Why not this one, fucking time?!”

As he went on, David got angrier, finding the strength to look back again. Demanding an explanation.

Tims look was soft, as always, no malice to be found. Light signs of regret did show themselves, though.

“Yeah, sorry. My friends had to go early today, and I thought we could play some Mario Kart together. But I guess not, as you are...a bit tied up right now? Hahaha!”

Tim knew, that the joke was horribly corny. He also knew that Dave knew that he knew. He still found it funny, as always, when he made a horrible joke. And yet, David couldn't help giggle along.

With a sigh, he accepted the situation. “Well, sure, untie me, and I'll kick your ass.”

Tim never had stopped giggling, until he heard this. “What are you talking about? No way am I going to do that now!”

Before David could utter a word of protest, he found the first, and soon the second sock to be stuck in his mouth again. He groaned, the fabric now being cold and disgusting, but couldn't do much more. Tims keen eye had spotted the tape long ago, and in no time, the older brothers face looked exactly like before.

David had started to struggle again, groaning into his gag, trying to protest. But his own bindings had made him completely incapable of defending himself. The struggle was real, and soon, he had ripped his upper lip off the tape again, trying to push the socks out once more. Smart as Tim was, he didn't lose time and added more layers of tape, creating the very same gag that David had put on himself before.

“Hmmppf!! HHMMMM!!!”

Wild thrashing, presumably harsh cuss-words, eyes that were throwing daggers – nothing helped the teen against his imprisonment. Or against his brother delight.

“Well, what am I supposed to do with you now? Give me a second.”

But instead of the expected moment of quite, Tim started another tickle attack. Once again, it only took a minute, but for David, it was just as taxing as before.

“So you like being helpless? In the power of someone else? Having stuff done to you, that you don't actually like?”, Tim asked, his generally joyful voice now bursting with enthusiasm. David shook his head, fearing for what was to come next.

Most people would probably not understand Tims next move, but specifically for his brother, it would be pure torture. The older boy had started to act like a punk (or whatever he considered a punk to be), dyeing his hair in aggressive purple, making it spiky, and dressing all in black, with t-shirts that offered silly, “hardcore” quips.

From time to time, he still had to dress up for certain occasions, which, while doing it in the end, always produced big arguments between him and his parents. The edgy teen was deeply scared of being seen like this by his equally edgy classmates.

Grinning, the younger boy opened the closet, grabbing a white dress shirt and a pair of dark, checkered pants, ones that their mother had bought David in the hope that he might wear them, instead of the same jeans, again and again. A pointless hope. In the depth of the closet, Tim even found an old, wine-red bow-tie, a relic that David hadn't worn since he was ten.

Tim couldn't help grinning more and more, as he watched Davids scared look.

“Hmm mmmph!”

“Yes way! Haha, I'm hilarious today, don't you think?” The clothes lay on the bed, as Tim grabbed the scissors and tape again.

David had finally started to calm down, expecting this to be his chance to escape. His arms had to be free, if he was supposed to change his top, and that meant he would be able to easily overpower his younger brother.

But both boys were gifted with a certain amount of cleverness, and Tim had thought of this problem, as well as of a solution. David was surprised, when the tape that bound his upper arms was cut off and put aside.

“Don't worry, it will get on there again soon enough. But first...” Soon, David felt his long-sleeved t-shirt being pulled over his head, and pushed down to the tape that held his hands in the crossed position. Wondering what would come next, he was surprised to hear the sound of tape, being ripped off the roll. Despite the situation, it still was one of the most exciting things he could imagine to hear, even if now, there was an element of horror in there, too.

Not knowing what to expect, he was surprised to feel two rotations being applied to his left elbow. Soon, it was pulled closer to the right elbow, with the roll now making half a rotation around it, and finally back to the left one. Soon, his elbows were, similar to his hands, stuck together behind his back.

It still took some time to dawn on David, but when the tape at his hands was cut off, and the t-shirt removed, he was still unable to use his arms freely. While his hands were now free from each other, they were still useless, as his arms were stuck behind his back.

“MMHH!! MMMMPPHH!!!!”

The teen started to fight again, when he realized what was happening. But he was as helpless as before, and could do nothing, as his brother put his lower arms into the sleeves of the white dress shirt, and closed the cuffs. Soon, the hands were tied together again, and the tape at the elbows removed. David continued to complain and struggle as his younger brother closed the buttons of the shirt.

“Hey, you look good, Dave. Not like this goofy wannabe-punk you always act as.”

Davids grunts just increased, when the top button was closed, and from here on out continued to press heavily against his neck. This always drove him insane, when he had to dress up, and he had gotten away with an open collar and no tie, the last few times. But Tim knew how crazy it would make the older teen, not being able to do anything against this small, but permanent, annoyance.

While David kept up the battle, both boys knew that it was already over. Soon, the shirt was stuffed into the checkered pants. Tim took his sweet time, adding the bow-tie to the outfit, gleefully watching the helpless fight of his prisoner.

“Aw, you look like such a nice, little boy. Mum will love it, when she sees you in that outfit!”

Davids eyes grew large. “HHMMPHH!?” His mum should see him like this? No way. He renewed the helpless struggle, only to get more laughs out of Tim.

“Of course she will see it. She loves it, when you are dressed up, you know that.”

Tim wasn't quite done yet. He reapplied the rope, the same way it was before, and also applied a few rounds of tape at the upper body.

“You are so adorable, big bro. Like a cute, little waiter!”, David grew nearly insane, as his little brother patted him on the head, like their grandma had done when they were little. But all his fighting, all his grunting, only resulted in more laughs from Tim.

Who now took a look at the clock. “Hey, only one hour until mum and dad are home. Tell you what, if you are nice and behave, I'll untie you before they are here. Deal?”

There was no question about this. His parents just couldn't see him like this. He nodded, desperately.

“Ok, great. So...”, Tim sat down, next to his brother, and grabbed the phone out of his pocket. He put his arm around his brothers shoulders, pulled him close, and made a selfie of them both. David didn't even have time to react, only complained about it afterwards. Pointlessly, only with angry grunts, but still.

“Hush, you promised to behave”, the younger brother said. David sighed. He did promise, and it would soon be over, anyway.

But Tim wasn't quite done yet. Once more, he put up this phone, but this time the camera only caught his prisoner. “Hey, everyone, this is my big brother Dave. I tied him up, and gagged him, haha. He couldn't do a thing about it, haha! Isn't he adorable, with that bow-tie, and how he tries to scream at me, or to escape? He is completely helpless, so adorable, haha!!” The video went on for a bit longer, and David soon realized that it was best to stay still, waiting for it to be over. Fighting it only embarrassed him further.

“Don't worry, no one will see the pic or the video. Just making sure that you don't take revenge on me.” Tims grin grew even bigger. “I hope you remember this, because if you are mean to me again, I'll find ways to show both to everyone at school. So, be a nice brother, ok?”

There wasn't even malice in that voice, just innocent sweetness. And while David was incredibly frustrated at the situation, he just couldn't be really angry at his brother. He would have done the same thing, if the positions were reversed. And he knew, that Tim would stay by his word. Oh, well, he would get one over him soon enough, and get rid of both the video and the pic. And Tim knew that, too.

Aside from that, David did enjoy the sensation quite a bit. He was angry and frustrated, yes, but he was also tied up for real, forced to wear clothes he hated, subject to the will of his younger, weaker brother, whom he had always dominated. He was incapable of getting out on his own. And he couldn't easily fight back, due to the blackmail material his brother had just made. What a thrill!

The younger boy excused himself, needing a short bathroom break (after putting both the scissors and the knife away). There was still enough time for that, and for taking a short shower, before the parents came back. David didn't mind, as it would be exciting, to cut it closer and closer. He didn't want to be found, but the thought that he might be – incredibly exciting.

But that excitement made way for pure terror, as the older brother heard, once more, the house door being opened. He was the only one to hear it, though, as Tim heard nothing, except for the noise of the shower.
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A fun story, and I can 100% relate to the top button. Always hated it, still do.
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Amazing story so far!
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