Post by Randomman on Oct 19, 2009 15:48:29 GMT -5
Frist short story for Shu. the other one will have me being more prevy to Shu. So for now i hope you will enjoy this short about being a Daniel being taken prisoner in his store.
Warring for cuteness and capture!
The trash bag sailed into the grocery store dumpster.
"Two points," Daniel thought as he dusted off his hands. An instant later, those same hands were hauled behind his back and warm fingers cupped across his lips.
"Well, well, look who's working an extra shift today," chided Shu, owner of the gagging hand.
"The same Yeoman who was SUPPOSED to help host our party this afternoon," observed Chekov, owner of the pinioning arms.
"Mfff! Mffffff!" exclaimed Daniel in his own defense.
"I suppose we'll just have to take him home with us. A party isn't a party without Daniel." Shu gave their little captive a peck on his ear. "Here's the duct tape, Cheky."
Daniel's heart thrilled when he heard the familiar ripping noise. Shu looped an arm around his upper arms, allowing Pavel to apply himself (and his tape) to their mewing captive.
Chekov knew his stuff now, having come a long way from the boy Daniel'd tricked into ropes that first day he'd moved in. Daniel could only hang in Shu's grip as the firm loops of wide tape looped around and around his arms, welding them together from wrists to elbows. He tried to struggle but it did him no good. Frowning beneath his captor's warm hand, he could only watch and further loops circled his trim waist (snort), locking his arms to his back, making him breathlessly helpless.
"Give me a short strip," Shu asked. A moment later, eager fingers were smoothing the wide swath across Daniel's lips, sealing in any protests he might have made. Shu steadied him with a cuddle-hug as Chekov finished his fun task, adding additional and inescapable bands around Daniel's thighs and ankles.
And so there he was, taped up hand and foot as tight as a guy could be, his two friends beaming at him with uncomfortable intent.
Pavel looked at the wire fence that surrounded the dumpster. "So how do we get him out of here? The only other way out is through the store."
The catboy fingered his chin in thought. "Well, you know, if you want to hide something really well..."
"You hide it in plain sight! Of course. I'll go get a cart."
In the span of a dozen fluttering heartbeats, the distressed checkout Yeoman was being tucked into a shopping cart, his knees up under his chin. The position made all the tape feel so much tighter. He'd noticed the lower rack was filled with party provisions, cookies and sodas and such, but the realization was quickly forming that he might be the biggest treat of the party. In desperation, he shook her head in negation but Chekov just smiled and patted his head. Shu, with his own secret grin, stepped away to the nearby butcher station and returned a short time later. "Are we ready?" he asked, his fingers lining up with Chekov's on the cart's handle. "Then let's go!"
The cart pushed through the metal swinging doors with a clatter, bearing a wide-eyed, silver-locked captive.
They rolled down aisle 6, the front left wheel fluttering, cruelly jiggling poor Daniel as if to remind him of his tight bindings and the cart mush gridding into his rear. And true to his captors' speculations, none of the sheepish shoppers took notice of the tape-trussed guy being carted along by two giggling captors. The only notice came from a little boy and girl, who turned to watch him with wide eyes.
"I wonder if I just made two future captive's or captor's," Daniel mused from his mobile cage as he was swept along. But more of his wonder was focused on what might happen at the party. All of the guys attending had been recent victims of his clever captivities. Shu, he'd taped up just the other week and cuddled the poor catboy into a state of drowsy near-coma. Chekov, well, Daniel was always jumping and trussing up the poor crazy-haired guy, showing him what 'evil intent' of 100% was really like. Scotty could always be counted on to show up for supposed photo shoots with native costumes and cloggy sandals, and could always be talked into DID poses. And then there was Sulu, so soft and cuddly; Daniel had been taping him up in his cute little sleeper almost every night now.
It occurred to him that there was going to be a lot of payback at the party. And he'd be sealed up like candy in a wrapper. It frightened him (in a shivery sort of way) of what might happen.
Shu was studying the front of the store. "We're going to have to take him through one of the lines."
Daniel shook his head, his blush having little to do with his tight gag. Was there no end to this embarrassment?
They slipped their cart with their tape-locked captive in the 'ten items or less' queue. Daniel groaned at the sight of the cashier. It was Marybeth, the most experienced checkout person. She was always a joy to work with, always able to take up some of the load during rushes, calm and friendly. Her sharply-defined face had a motherly cast, her hair was spiced with silver, her blue eyes projecting a level-headed honesty.
During the lulls at work, Daniel had often fantasized on what it would be like to be the prisoner of someone so coolly mature. What would Marybeth think of tie-up games? The sudden infusion of reality into those fantasies jacked his blush from pink to scarlet.
When they got to the belt, Pavel and Shu hefted him from the cart and placed him on the conveyor, head facing forward. He whined quietly at his demonic friends, trying to get them to end the game. But Shu just chuckled in vengeance-laden amusement as he pulled out a divider and placed it between Daniel's head and several cans of beans belonging to the shopper ahead of them.
"Oh, he'll need this," Shu laughed, slapping something on Daniel's helpless bottom. Chekov giggled, delighted. Daniel simply couldn't blush any deeper. He wiggled his fingers and tried to pull free but the bands of tape locking him up, wrist-to-elbow, were too well seated.
Pavel coaxed his bound legs up a bit, placed their snacks around his feet, and placed a second divider. The woman behind them hardly glanced as she began placing canned goods on the belt. With a whine, it moved forward carrying Daniel along. It felt strange to be carried along like this, one product among many, a consumable about to be processed. He could only watch with concerned eyes as Marybeth finished up the preceding customer and turned to them. She paused only briefly, looking over her duct-taped co-worker with growing amusement.
"Well, check the Yeoman out," she laughed.
"Yes, please," Shu agreed, pointing to whatever he'd stuck on Daniel's sit-upon.
And to Daniels great embarrassment, Marybeth ran her scanner over his posterior. With a beep, the product name "Rump Roast" showed up on the readout. Daniel closed her eyes and moaned.
"You know boys," Marybeth noted, "I simply can't allow him out of the store like this." Daniel felt hope rise. Maybe the cruel game would end. Maybe he wouldn't be used at the party for 'pin the tail on the donkey'. The older woman tapped her badge with its 'WE ID' logo. "For alcohol and cuddle slaves, we need to see some identification."
Smirking, the two guys showed their licenses. With that, Marybeth toggled the belt, sliding Daniel into the bagging area. More beeps sounded behind him and packs of cookies joined him.
His friend picked paper over plastic. Marybeth pulled out one of the huge sacks and set it into the cart. While she did this, Shu and Chekov rolled Daniel up onto his rump roast and forced his knees under his chin again. He could only watch in despair as the last of the tape was used to lock him up in a tight silvery ball, binding him so tightly he could hardly breath. Then the three captors (including Marybeth; how strange it felt to be handled by her!) lifted her up and eased him into his bag. A sack with the cookies was placed next to him. Then, with delighted waves to the older woman, the two rolled him out into the sunny afternoon. Chekov pulled the trunk key out of his pocket, smiling down at the prisoner who realized where he would be riding.
There was little Daniel could do. He was taped up the way he liked, nice and tight and complete. The sun was warm on his upturned face, the breeze silky in his hair. He found himself sighing into Shu's loving gag in acceptance. He might be tickled and pinched and giggled at all afternoon but that wouldn't be so bad, would it?
And then he realized: if they left him gagged, he wouldn't get any cookies!
lol I hope you enjoyed the story! I had so much fun in between laughs typing this one down XD
Though I suspect later on Shu might try to go against the other guys to try and keep me all to himself.
That would be another story
Warring for cuteness and capture!
The trash bag sailed into the grocery store dumpster.
"Two points," Daniel thought as he dusted off his hands. An instant later, those same hands were hauled behind his back and warm fingers cupped across his lips.
"Well, well, look who's working an extra shift today," chided Shu, owner of the gagging hand.
"The same Yeoman who was SUPPOSED to help host our party this afternoon," observed Chekov, owner of the pinioning arms.
"Mfff! Mffffff!" exclaimed Daniel in his own defense.
"I suppose we'll just have to take him home with us. A party isn't a party without Daniel." Shu gave their little captive a peck on his ear. "Here's the duct tape, Cheky."
Daniel's heart thrilled when he heard the familiar ripping noise. Shu looped an arm around his upper arms, allowing Pavel to apply himself (and his tape) to their mewing captive.
Chekov knew his stuff now, having come a long way from the boy Daniel'd tricked into ropes that first day he'd moved in. Daniel could only hang in Shu's grip as the firm loops of wide tape looped around and around his arms, welding them together from wrists to elbows. He tried to struggle but it did him no good. Frowning beneath his captor's warm hand, he could only watch and further loops circled his trim waist (snort), locking his arms to his back, making him breathlessly helpless.
"Give me a short strip," Shu asked. A moment later, eager fingers were smoothing the wide swath across Daniel's lips, sealing in any protests he might have made. Shu steadied him with a cuddle-hug as Chekov finished his fun task, adding additional and inescapable bands around Daniel's thighs and ankles.
And so there he was, taped up hand and foot as tight as a guy could be, his two friends beaming at him with uncomfortable intent.
Pavel looked at the wire fence that surrounded the dumpster. "So how do we get him out of here? The only other way out is through the store."
The catboy fingered his chin in thought. "Well, you know, if you want to hide something really well..."
"You hide it in plain sight! Of course. I'll go get a cart."
In the span of a dozen fluttering heartbeats, the distressed checkout Yeoman was being tucked into a shopping cart, his knees up under his chin. The position made all the tape feel so much tighter. He'd noticed the lower rack was filled with party provisions, cookies and sodas and such, but the realization was quickly forming that he might be the biggest treat of the party. In desperation, he shook her head in negation but Chekov just smiled and patted his head. Shu, with his own secret grin, stepped away to the nearby butcher station and returned a short time later. "Are we ready?" he asked, his fingers lining up with Chekov's on the cart's handle. "Then let's go!"
The cart pushed through the metal swinging doors with a clatter, bearing a wide-eyed, silver-locked captive.
They rolled down aisle 6, the front left wheel fluttering, cruelly jiggling poor Daniel as if to remind him of his tight bindings and the cart mush gridding into his rear. And true to his captors' speculations, none of the sheepish shoppers took notice of the tape-trussed guy being carted along by two giggling captors. The only notice came from a little boy and girl, who turned to watch him with wide eyes.
"I wonder if I just made two future captive's or captor's," Daniel mused from his mobile cage as he was swept along. But more of his wonder was focused on what might happen at the party. All of the guys attending had been recent victims of his clever captivities. Shu, he'd taped up just the other week and cuddled the poor catboy into a state of drowsy near-coma. Chekov, well, Daniel was always jumping and trussing up the poor crazy-haired guy, showing him what 'evil intent' of 100% was really like. Scotty could always be counted on to show up for supposed photo shoots with native costumes and cloggy sandals, and could always be talked into DID poses. And then there was Sulu, so soft and cuddly; Daniel had been taping him up in his cute little sleeper almost every night now.
It occurred to him that there was going to be a lot of payback at the party. And he'd be sealed up like candy in a wrapper. It frightened him (in a shivery sort of way) of what might happen.
Shu was studying the front of the store. "We're going to have to take him through one of the lines."
Daniel shook his head, his blush having little to do with his tight gag. Was there no end to this embarrassment?
They slipped their cart with their tape-locked captive in the 'ten items or less' queue. Daniel groaned at the sight of the cashier. It was Marybeth, the most experienced checkout person. She was always a joy to work with, always able to take up some of the load during rushes, calm and friendly. Her sharply-defined face had a motherly cast, her hair was spiced with silver, her blue eyes projecting a level-headed honesty.
During the lulls at work, Daniel had often fantasized on what it would be like to be the prisoner of someone so coolly mature. What would Marybeth think of tie-up games? The sudden infusion of reality into those fantasies jacked his blush from pink to scarlet.
When they got to the belt, Pavel and Shu hefted him from the cart and placed him on the conveyor, head facing forward. He whined quietly at his demonic friends, trying to get them to end the game. But Shu just chuckled in vengeance-laden amusement as he pulled out a divider and placed it between Daniel's head and several cans of beans belonging to the shopper ahead of them.
"Oh, he'll need this," Shu laughed, slapping something on Daniel's helpless bottom. Chekov giggled, delighted. Daniel simply couldn't blush any deeper. He wiggled his fingers and tried to pull free but the bands of tape locking him up, wrist-to-elbow, were too well seated.
Pavel coaxed his bound legs up a bit, placed their snacks around his feet, and placed a second divider. The woman behind them hardly glanced as she began placing canned goods on the belt. With a whine, it moved forward carrying Daniel along. It felt strange to be carried along like this, one product among many, a consumable about to be processed. He could only watch with concerned eyes as Marybeth finished up the preceding customer and turned to them. She paused only briefly, looking over her duct-taped co-worker with growing amusement.
"Well, check the Yeoman out," she laughed.
"Yes, please," Shu agreed, pointing to whatever he'd stuck on Daniel's sit-upon.
And to Daniels great embarrassment, Marybeth ran her scanner over his posterior. With a beep, the product name "Rump Roast" showed up on the readout. Daniel closed her eyes and moaned.
"You know boys," Marybeth noted, "I simply can't allow him out of the store like this." Daniel felt hope rise. Maybe the cruel game would end. Maybe he wouldn't be used at the party for 'pin the tail on the donkey'. The older woman tapped her badge with its 'WE ID' logo. "For alcohol and cuddle slaves, we need to see some identification."
Smirking, the two guys showed their licenses. With that, Marybeth toggled the belt, sliding Daniel into the bagging area. More beeps sounded behind him and packs of cookies joined him.
His friend picked paper over plastic. Marybeth pulled out one of the huge sacks and set it into the cart. While she did this, Shu and Chekov rolled Daniel up onto his rump roast and forced his knees under his chin again. He could only watch in despair as the last of the tape was used to lock him up in a tight silvery ball, binding him so tightly he could hardly breath. Then the three captors (including Marybeth; how strange it felt to be handled by her!) lifted her up and eased him into his bag. A sack with the cookies was placed next to him. Then, with delighted waves to the older woman, the two rolled him out into the sunny afternoon. Chekov pulled the trunk key out of his pocket, smiling down at the prisoner who realized where he would be riding.
There was little Daniel could do. He was taped up the way he liked, nice and tight and complete. The sun was warm on his upturned face, the breeze silky in his hair. He found himself sighing into Shu's loving gag in acceptance. He might be tickled and pinched and giggled at all afternoon but that wouldn't be so bad, would it?
And then he realized: if they left him gagged, he wouldn't get any cookies!
lol I hope you enjoyed the story! I had so much fun in between laughs typing this one down XD
Though I suspect later on Shu might try to go against the other guys to try and keep me all to himself.
That would be another story
