Re: Harry and Max's Solo Adventures (m/m)
Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2022 10:29 pm
Thanks again, everyone, for the views, messages and comments. It is all very much appreciated. I've got a solid idea about how Tommy will be punished for his behaviour, although you'll have to wait until the next part to find out the details. I'm still open to suggestions if anyone has any ideas. Here's the next part in the mean time:
Harry's Revenge - Part 2: Putting Plans into Motion
The following Saturday, Harry's phone buzzed. At this point, he was used to the weekly texts from Tommy with orders to report to him. Sometimes, it was so that Tommy could tie him up in a new way, and sometimes it was to give him some menail task to do. Since they had recovered a large amount of supplies from him, Tommy's options had been more limited. As far as he was aware, they had been taken by the other swimming team, which suited Harry just fine.
This week, Tommy was particularly direct: Slave, report to my house ASAP. My parents want me to take Mikey to the park whilst they're out. You'll do it for me.
At least, that's what it said once Harry had translated Tommy's dreadful text speak. It actually read: Sl@ve, my house NOW!!! Take the idiot to the park! Or Else! Not exactly eloquently put.
This was the perfect opportunity. Harry had been concocting his plan for a while, and this presented the perfect opportunity to lure Tommy in. He would kidnap Mikey! Tommy may have hated him, but his parents would not be happy to come home to find Mikey missing, meaning Tommy would have little choice but to come and get him back.
It's go time! Harry's text to Kyle was simple and to the point. He would know what to do.
Harry made it to Tommy's house to find Mikey sitting on the front step. He was wearing a blue T-shirt, brown shorts and a blue backpack. He looked thoroughly bored. Harry grinned at him, "Hey, how're you doing?"
"Tired," Mikey said.
"Oh?" Harry said, sounding concerned. "Didn't sleep well."
"No," Mikey replied. "Tommy made me chew on a sock all night."
Harry took a sharp intake of breath. "Sorry, kid," he said.
"It's ok," Mikey said, wiping his nose. "I'll be fine. Tommy always says what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
"Ummm..." Harry said, unsure of how to respond. "It doesn't have to be that way."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... um... I'm not sure," Harry said. "Look, let's get out of here. It'll help you to feel better."
"O-okay," Mikey sniffed.
The route Harry took to the park with Mikey conveniently went past Kyle's house. At the front of Kyle's garden, there were large hedges which stopped people in the street from seeing into the garden. As Harry and Mikey walked past the gate, four boys wearing masks jumped out.
Harry stepped in front of Mikey and put his arm out protectively. "What do you want?" he asked performatively.
Their assailants said nothing, and instead closed in on the boys. Harry felt Mikey's hands cultch his arm fearfully.
Harry suddenly barged through them. "Go, Mikey, get away! I'll hold them off!" he shouted defiantly.
Mikey ran, before turning back to see the boys overpower Harry and begin to drag him into the house. "No!" he shouted. He ran back to help, but was swiftly overpowered. Everything went dark as a bag was thrust over his head.
The bag was pulled off Mikey's head as the sound of raucous laughter filled the room.
"Ha! We got you!" came a voice. "Admit it, Harry, you were porperly scared!"
"No!" Harry said! "I'm never scared!"
"Hey, kid, sorry we freaked you out," one of the boys said kindly. "We just wanted to freak Harry out, and it worked!" He grinned broadly.
"Wait," Mikey said. "I know you; you're Kyle!"
"Sure am," Kyle said. "Nice to see you again. Do you want something to eat or drink?"
"No, thanks," Mikey said. "Tommy says I shouldn't eat until I get home."
"Oh," Kyle said. "Are you sure you don't want some water?"
"Ummm," Mikey said. "I don't want to get in trouble."
"So that's a yes then," Kyle said. "Don't worry, Tommy won't find out."
Mikey visibly relaxed.
"What do you like? Lemonade? Cola? Fruit juice?"
"Lemonade, please!" Mikey said happily.
Half an hour later, the boys were playing video games and laughing. "I like this kid," Sam said. "He's a much better sport than Tommy!"
Mikey blushed. He wasn't used to older boys saying nice things about him.
"Hey," Harry began, "shouldn't we discuss our plan with him now?"
"We could do," Kyle said. "But I'm not doing anything unless he's comfortable with it. He's a good kid."
"What plan?" Mikey asked, slightly defensively. "What do you want?"
"What we want," Sam said. "Is to teach that brother of yours a lesson for messing with the wrong person."
"What do you mean?" He asked pointedly.
"We mean," Kyle explained, "that we know about how he's been treating you. And we want to put a stop to it."
"It's ok," Mikey said weakly. "Tommy says it'll help me build character."
"No," Kyle said calmly but firmly. "It's cruel, it's bullying and it stops today."
It must have been the certainty and clarity in Kyle's voice, but Mikey's eyes widened as he realised what this would mean. "You mean it?" he said, hardly daring to believe it. "You can get him to stop tying me up all the time?"
"We can," Max chimed in, "but we need to teach him a lesson first."
"And the only way to do that," Harry said, "is to lure him here."
"What, like with some bait? Like in Scooby Doo?" Mikey asked.
"Yes," Kyle said. "I'm sorry, but we need to make him think that we've kidnapped you. Would you be ok with that?"
Mikey thought about it for a moment. "Okay," he said. "That could be fun."
The boys had agreed not to tie him up any tighter than they had to. It just needed to look like he'd been kidnapped. They agreed to tie him to a wooden chair. Mikey sat down, and his wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. The boys tied the ropes tightly enough so that Mikey was secured, but not so tightly that he would be uncomfortable.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked him.
"Yep," Mikey said happily. "It's tight, but quite snug. Not at all like Tommy does it."
"We're going to need a photo to send him," Kyle said. "Are you ok if we put a bit of tape over your mouth?"
"Yep," Mikey said in the same tone as before. "I've had worse."
"Hey," Clive said, "shouldn't we also tie up Harry so that Tommy thinks we've grabbed them both?"
"Good idea," Harry said. "He won't ask why we've tied Mikey up so lightly if he thinks I had nothing to do with it."
"Agreed," said Sam. "Sit down, then!"
"On what?" Harry asked.
"Wait, I've got an idea," Max said. "We'll need to untie Mikey first."
"Awww," Mikey said.
"Don't worry," Max said. "It won't be for long."
Harry had to admit, Max was very creative. His plan was simple, but effective. Mikey was untied from the chair, whilst Harry was told to sit in his place. His wrists were tied to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs as Mikey had been. Mikey was then instructed to sit on Harry's lap. His wrists were placed on top of Harry's and tied to the chair, with his ankles also tied to Harry's ankles, thus binding them together.
"How's that?" Max asked.
"Much more comfortable," Mikey said.
"Do I make a good cushion?" Harry asked.
Mikey giggled, "You do!"
"Right, tape time, then we need to take a photo," Kyle said.
A single strip of black duct tape was placed on Harry's and Mikey's mouths.
"Mph! Mmmphhh! MMMPHHH! MMPPPHHH!" Mikey said in a sing-song voice. He was still very much enjoying himself.
"Smile for the camera," Kyle said, taking a picture with his phone.
Mikey shuffled awkwardly on Harry's lap, as if he were a bit camera shy.
"Ok, I'll send this to Tommy," he said. "Hey, dude, look who I saw outside. I'll let him go if you come over and get him back."
Mikey giggled into the tape.
"How long do you think it'll be before he gets here?" Max asked.
"Dunno," said Kyle. "He'll either come straight away to defend his honour as a big brother, or he'll make us wait for a few hours. You can never tell with him. Let's put the TV on whilst we wait for him."
With that, the boys resumed their games, leaving Harry and Mikey to watch. Harry felt Mikey lean back into him and relax. Before long, his breathing had slowed down and he was fast asleep. Harry smiled, well tried to smile at any rate. Even if Tommy wasn't coming for a while yet, Mikey was enjoying his first safe tie-up experience. That was one victory already.
Harry's Revenge - Part 2: Putting Plans into Motion
The following Saturday, Harry's phone buzzed. At this point, he was used to the weekly texts from Tommy with orders to report to him. Sometimes, it was so that Tommy could tie him up in a new way, and sometimes it was to give him some menail task to do. Since they had recovered a large amount of supplies from him, Tommy's options had been more limited. As far as he was aware, they had been taken by the other swimming team, which suited Harry just fine.
This week, Tommy was particularly direct: Slave, report to my house ASAP. My parents want me to take Mikey to the park whilst they're out. You'll do it for me.
At least, that's what it said once Harry had translated Tommy's dreadful text speak. It actually read: Sl@ve, my house NOW!!! Take the idiot to the park! Or Else! Not exactly eloquently put.
This was the perfect opportunity. Harry had been concocting his plan for a while, and this presented the perfect opportunity to lure Tommy in. He would kidnap Mikey! Tommy may have hated him, but his parents would not be happy to come home to find Mikey missing, meaning Tommy would have little choice but to come and get him back.
It's go time! Harry's text to Kyle was simple and to the point. He would know what to do.
Harry made it to Tommy's house to find Mikey sitting on the front step. He was wearing a blue T-shirt, brown shorts and a blue backpack. He looked thoroughly bored. Harry grinned at him, "Hey, how're you doing?"
"Tired," Mikey said.
"Oh?" Harry said, sounding concerned. "Didn't sleep well."
"No," Mikey replied. "Tommy made me chew on a sock all night."
Harry took a sharp intake of breath. "Sorry, kid," he said.
"It's ok," Mikey said, wiping his nose. "I'll be fine. Tommy always says what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
"Ummm..." Harry said, unsure of how to respond. "It doesn't have to be that way."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... um... I'm not sure," Harry said. "Look, let's get out of here. It'll help you to feel better."
"O-okay," Mikey sniffed.
The route Harry took to the park with Mikey conveniently went past Kyle's house. At the front of Kyle's garden, there were large hedges which stopped people in the street from seeing into the garden. As Harry and Mikey walked past the gate, four boys wearing masks jumped out.
Harry stepped in front of Mikey and put his arm out protectively. "What do you want?" he asked performatively.
Their assailants said nothing, and instead closed in on the boys. Harry felt Mikey's hands cultch his arm fearfully.
Harry suddenly barged through them. "Go, Mikey, get away! I'll hold them off!" he shouted defiantly.
Mikey ran, before turning back to see the boys overpower Harry and begin to drag him into the house. "No!" he shouted. He ran back to help, but was swiftly overpowered. Everything went dark as a bag was thrust over his head.
The bag was pulled off Mikey's head as the sound of raucous laughter filled the room.
"Ha! We got you!" came a voice. "Admit it, Harry, you were porperly scared!"
"No!" Harry said! "I'm never scared!"
"Hey, kid, sorry we freaked you out," one of the boys said kindly. "We just wanted to freak Harry out, and it worked!" He grinned broadly.
"Wait," Mikey said. "I know you; you're Kyle!"
"Sure am," Kyle said. "Nice to see you again. Do you want something to eat or drink?"
"No, thanks," Mikey said. "Tommy says I shouldn't eat until I get home."
"Oh," Kyle said. "Are you sure you don't want some water?"
"Ummm," Mikey said. "I don't want to get in trouble."
"So that's a yes then," Kyle said. "Don't worry, Tommy won't find out."
Mikey visibly relaxed.
"What do you like? Lemonade? Cola? Fruit juice?"
"Lemonade, please!" Mikey said happily.
Half an hour later, the boys were playing video games and laughing. "I like this kid," Sam said. "He's a much better sport than Tommy!"
Mikey blushed. He wasn't used to older boys saying nice things about him.
"Hey," Harry began, "shouldn't we discuss our plan with him now?"
"We could do," Kyle said. "But I'm not doing anything unless he's comfortable with it. He's a good kid."
"What plan?" Mikey asked, slightly defensively. "What do you want?"
"What we want," Sam said. "Is to teach that brother of yours a lesson for messing with the wrong person."
"What do you mean?" He asked pointedly.
"We mean," Kyle explained, "that we know about how he's been treating you. And we want to put a stop to it."
"It's ok," Mikey said weakly. "Tommy says it'll help me build character."
"No," Kyle said calmly but firmly. "It's cruel, it's bullying and it stops today."
It must have been the certainty and clarity in Kyle's voice, but Mikey's eyes widened as he realised what this would mean. "You mean it?" he said, hardly daring to believe it. "You can get him to stop tying me up all the time?"
"We can," Max chimed in, "but we need to teach him a lesson first."
"And the only way to do that," Harry said, "is to lure him here."
"What, like with some bait? Like in Scooby Doo?" Mikey asked.
"Yes," Kyle said. "I'm sorry, but we need to make him think that we've kidnapped you. Would you be ok with that?"
Mikey thought about it for a moment. "Okay," he said. "That could be fun."
The boys had agreed not to tie him up any tighter than they had to. It just needed to look like he'd been kidnapped. They agreed to tie him to a wooden chair. Mikey sat down, and his wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. The boys tied the ropes tightly enough so that Mikey was secured, but not so tightly that he would be uncomfortable.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked him.
"Yep," Mikey said happily. "It's tight, but quite snug. Not at all like Tommy does it."
"We're going to need a photo to send him," Kyle said. "Are you ok if we put a bit of tape over your mouth?"
"Yep," Mikey said in the same tone as before. "I've had worse."
"Hey," Clive said, "shouldn't we also tie up Harry so that Tommy thinks we've grabbed them both?"
"Good idea," Harry said. "He won't ask why we've tied Mikey up so lightly if he thinks I had nothing to do with it."
"Agreed," said Sam. "Sit down, then!"
"On what?" Harry asked.
"Wait, I've got an idea," Max said. "We'll need to untie Mikey first."
"Awww," Mikey said.
"Don't worry," Max said. "It won't be for long."
Harry had to admit, Max was very creative. His plan was simple, but effective. Mikey was untied from the chair, whilst Harry was told to sit in his place. His wrists were tied to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs as Mikey had been. Mikey was then instructed to sit on Harry's lap. His wrists were placed on top of Harry's and tied to the chair, with his ankles also tied to Harry's ankles, thus binding them together.
"How's that?" Max asked.
"Much more comfortable," Mikey said.
"Do I make a good cushion?" Harry asked.
Mikey giggled, "You do!"
"Right, tape time, then we need to take a photo," Kyle said.
A single strip of black duct tape was placed on Harry's and Mikey's mouths.
"Mph! Mmmphhh! MMMPHHH! MMPPPHHH!" Mikey said in a sing-song voice. He was still very much enjoying himself.
"Smile for the camera," Kyle said, taking a picture with his phone.
Mikey shuffled awkwardly on Harry's lap, as if he were a bit camera shy.
"Ok, I'll send this to Tommy," he said. "Hey, dude, look who I saw outside. I'll let him go if you come over and get him back."
Mikey giggled into the tape.
"How long do you think it'll be before he gets here?" Max asked.
"Dunno," said Kyle. "He'll either come straight away to defend his honour as a big brother, or he'll make us wait for a few hours. You can never tell with him. Let's put the TV on whilst we wait for him."
With that, the boys resumed their games, leaving Harry and Mikey to watch. Harry felt Mikey lean back into him and relax. Before long, his breathing had slowed down and he was fast asleep. Harry smiled, well tried to smile at any rate. Even if Tommy wasn't coming for a while yet, Mikey was enjoying his first safe tie-up experience. That was one victory already.