Trenton Wiseman's day off




Trenton Wiseman was relaxing at the lavish mansion of the Wiseman family. His
lover Julia was out of town for the day, so the young man had a lot of free
time on his hands, yet he couldn't think of anything fun to do during the time
he had. He asked his father if there were any operations he could help him
with, someone he could apprehend or put in chains, a particularly difficult
interrogation which would require use of advanced techniques which may or may
not include bondage and torture. But as he expected, there wasn't much his
father Charles Wiseman, the Emperor, would need help with. Sliding deeper into
the comfortable sofa he was in, Trent sighed.

"I wish something would come along for me to do."

Suddenly, his phone vibrated, the small LED at the top of the smartphone
signaling he had received a new email. The sender was anonymous, but Trent
didn't care who it was, the content of the message was more than enough to
capture his attention and bring a smile to bored guy's face.

"10,000,000$ to capture Kyle Wise. When the job is done, reply to this email
for further arrangements.", Trent read out loud. Attached was the picture of
Kyle Wise, his arch nemesis, and his home address. Trent had little interest
in money, after all, his father was the richest man in the world. But the
opportunity to kidnap his much hated enemy Kyle was something he would never
pass on. The deed itself would be the best prize he could ever receive. And
more importantly, his day had finally become interesting again.

A couple of hours later, Trent was in a car, staking out Kyle's apartment. On
the passenger's seat was a duffel bag, one he had filled with various bondage
tools he could find in his room, such as lots of rope and handcuffs, as well
as various tools for gagging someone including cloths and couple of rolls of
duct tape. Additionally he had stolen a universal lock pick from the small
research lab of the Cartelin Empire under their mansion, a small piece of
technology able to pick any lock by fitting to the exact shape of the key
required to open it. Seeing the light on the window of Kyle's apartment
disappear, Trent decided it was time to spring into action, for Kyle had most
likely gone to sleep. He jumped out of the car, and with the duffel bag over
his shoulder, made his way into the building.

The lock pick worked perfectly, Kyle's door proving no challenge for the might
of the technology of the Cartelin Empire, and before he knew it, Trent was
inside Kyle's apartment. All the lights were off, the rooms completely dark,
with the moonlight coming from the outside offering a bit of visibility in the
otherwise pitch black environment. Trent slowly made his way inside, careful
not to make any noise and alert his target to his presence. Unfortunately, he
was unaware that Kyle was already waiting in an ambush, for as soon as Trent
entered his bedroom, he jumped from his hiding place behind the door, slamming
his foot into Trent's back, pushing him forward.

Caught off guard, Trent dropped his bag of supplies, his body staggering
forward as he fell on the floor, his back aching. He managed to turn around
just in time for Kyle's next attack, rolling out of the way of the incoming
kick, and pushing his attacker away with both of his feet before jumping back
up.

"It will take much more than that to take me down, Kyle!", Trent proclaimed,
taunting his opponent.

"If your fighting is as good as your stalking, you don't have a chance.", Kyle
remarked. It wasn't hard for him to spot Trent staking out his place, the car
and him in it staying in the same place for hours at a time, his eyes
constantly monitoring the apartment window. His insult worked, for Trent,
angered by the blatant insult of his abilities, charged at Kyle, dropping his
guard. Kyle easily dodged the attack, grabbing Trent's arm and spinning him
around and using his existing momentum to redirect him into the nearby wall.
Trent slammed into the hard concrete, the impact taking all the air out of his
lungs. Turning around, he came face to face with Kyle who punched him into the
stomach, using the fact his victim was still disoriented from the impact.
Falling to the floor, Trent was unable to offer any resistance as Kyle placed
a wet rag over his mouth and nose. He knew the smell well, for he had used it
many times himself. A few breaths was more than enough in his weakened state,
and within seconds Trent Wiseman was out cold.

"Wakey, wakey!"

"Mmmmmmmm..."

Trent's head was pounding, his brain struggling to piece together what was
going on. Someone was talking to him, the sound barely registering in his
mind, which was overwhelmed by the sudden input of his senses, still dizzy
from the effects of chloroform. His eyes refused to open, the muscles lacking
the strength and composure to lift his eyelids up, his neck unable to keep his
head straight, instead, letting it dangle while looking down.

"Mmmmm..."

He couldn't quite figure out why, but he couldn't speak, his words coming out
as muffled moans, lips refusing to move apart. At first, Trent was sure it was
just the effect of the knockout, but with each passing moment, as his body
slowly regained its composure and his mind began piecing together the puzzle
that was the environment he was in, he came to realize that he was wrong.
Trent couldn't speak because a long strip of duct tape was keeping his lips
firmly shut.

"Seems you need a little help waking up."

A sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through Trent's body, kicking it into high
gear. A hand had groped his crotch, and his body instinctively tried to defend
itself, failing miserably, for both his wrists and ankles were bound together
with the same sticky duct tape which was used to gag him. With his eyes fully
open, he could see Kyle in front of him, his hand resting between his
captive's legs.

"Lmmph gmph!", Trent demanded, wiggling in the chair he was bound to, unable
to escape or move away.

"Sorry, I can't understand you, there seems to be something on your mouth.",
Kyle said, grinning, as he continued to stroke Trent's crotch, angering his
captive even further, who struggled even harder then before, but he could do
little against the layers upon layers of tape keeping him restrained.

"Did you think you can just waltz into my apartment and kidnap me? Not on my
watch, mister.", he continued, Kyle's mind getting lost in the thoughts of
various ways he could torture his prisoner and make him pay for trying to
kidnap him. For starters, Trent was a very bad boy, and the most traditional
way of disciplining bad boys was with a good spanking. Now where had he put
his paddle.

But before he could further develop the various plans he had for the captive
Trent, the door to his apartment flew open with a loud noise as a new addition
to the party kicked it down, knocking it out of its hinges.

"Hello boys, mind if I join the party?", said the young blonde man, jumping
inside without any hesitation. Trevor O'Riley, a former Irish Mob Enforcer and
now muscle for hire, took a quick look around the room. Seeing Trent bound and
gagged made him smile even more before he focused his attention on Kyle, who
had little time to react, as the uninvited guest closed the distance between
them within moments. Kyle instinctively threw a punch at his attacker, but the
swing was too slow and too late. Trevor was already making his way behind his
target, the failed punch making his job even easier. Grabbing Kyle's extended
arm, he twisted it behind his back, the young boy grunting with pain, his
anger quickly muffled by Trevor, who clamped a chloroform soaked rag over his
mouth. Kyle struggled as well as he could, but Trevor severely limited his
movements by twisting his arm, and his one free arm wasn't strong enough to
break away from the grip of an experienced henchman. As the chloroform took
effect, Kyle's struggling died down, and Trevor allowed his unconscious body
to fall to the floor.

Trent watched the fight unfold in front of him, complaining into his gag and
wiggling in his bonds. Kyle was his prey, and this guy was taking away his
pleasure of capturing him. Noticing Trent's frantic struggling, Trevor
approached him and ripped the tape off his face, Trent loudly grunting from
the pain of the tape pulling on his skin.

"OUCH... what gives man, Kyle was my target!"

"And I guess getting bound and gagged was part of your plan to capture him?"

"Why you... when I get free, I'll... grmpphgrm!"

"Save it, mister..."

Trevor interrupted Trent's complaints by pressing the chloroformed rag over
his mouth and nose, the sweet smell quickly knocking out the young Wiseman.
Once both of the men he was sent to capture were out cold, he cut Trent free,
removing the tape used to bind him. He had brought lots of rope and cloth in
his bag, and had now gotten down to securing his captives for transport. Both
Trent and Kyle had their wrists crossed and tightly restrained behind their
backs with rope, their ankles sharing the same fate. Wrapping more bonds
around his prisoners chests, Trevor pinned their arms to their backs, before
finally tying their thighs together. As a final touch, he gagged the boys by
tying cloths over their mouths, knotting them so tight that their cheeks
bulged under the pressure. With Trent and Kyle packaged nice and tight, Trevor
carried them over his shoulder into his van, one by one, before driving off to
his employer, sending a message to let him know the job was done.

For the second time that day, Trent had to wake up after being chloroformed,
and, between the dizziness and his mind being cloudy and unresponsive, he was
starting to get furious. As much as he loved kidnapping guys and tying them
up, he heated being on the opposite side of the rope even more. And yet, once
again, he found himself chloroformed, waking up in bondage, though this time,
he could feel the rough rope cutting into his skin, and the soft cloth pressed
over his mouth,

"Mmmmm..."

Neal pulled down the cloth keeping Kyle silent, while Trevor approached Trent.
Gasping for air once his lips were free, Kyle didn't wait for Trent to regain
his ability to speak before attacking Phil.

"What gives man, do I even know you?"

Phil laughed, realizing that one of his captives had no ideas who he was.

"That's right, I don't think we've ever met.", Phil replied. "But you've met
my henchmen before." Pointing at Trent, their captor noted he had previously
captured Neal, while Kyle already had Trevor in his captivity. Before he could
introduce more of himself to Kyle, Trevor pulled down Trent's gag who didn't
care about anything Phil had to say.

"Wiseman, is this your rival Jamie had mentioned before?", Kyle interrupted
Phil, who slowly growled, furious at the interruption.

"Oh, Jamie had already told you about him. Yes... yes he is, Wise."

The two laughed, making the already angry Phil even more enraged.

"Teach them a lesson for insulting me, boys!", Phil said before leaving the
room, Trevor and Neal grinning as they approached their captives, who tried to
resist as hard as they could, attempting to wiggle away and protesting through
their gags, unable to escape their new captors who pulled them closer,
relishing the sight of Trent and Kyle's lips helplessly fighting the tape
holding them shut.

"You've been very bad, how dare you insult Phil. Guess you have to be
punished!", Neal told Trent, whom he helped on his feet before pushing him
into a wall. As for the punishment he had in mind, Trent found out what it was
the moment he felt the palm of Neal's hand on his butt cheeks. Another slap
followed, Trent angry mumbling interrupted by a painful moan each time Neal
spanked him. The young man did his best to escape the ropes binding him but it
was no use, each time he would push hard against the knots keeping his wrist
together, but all his effort would be undone the moment Neal slapped his butt,
sending a rush of fury through Trent's body which broke his concentration.

Meanwhile Trevor had a different idea in mind for Kyle. He read the file Phil
had prepared on Kyle, and saw that he hated being tickled, and figured there
would be no better punishment for insulting his boss than subjecting him to
the thing he detested. His captive's protests only made it more fun as he took
off Kyle's shoes and socks, revealing his bare feet. But Kyle wouldn't go down
without a fight, and he continued to struggle and wiggle his feet, giving
Trevor a hard time, making it difficult for him to get a good grip on them.
Suddenly, Kyle managed to break his feet free and kicked Trevor as hard as he
could with his back against the floor. Trevor staggered back, one of his
knives dropping from his belt, Kyle instantly rolling over it to hide it as he
picked it up in his hands and began cutting the rope binding his wrists behind
his back. Trevor, furious at Kyle for his resistance, pushed him back and sat
on the floor with his back turned at his captive, wrapping his arm around his
captive's ankles and locking them under his armpit, tickling them with his
other hand. Finally, he could enjoy the sweet sound of Kyle's muffled
laughter, feeling his wiggling and desperate struggles through the panicked
movement of his feet, unaware that Kyle had almost finished cutting his hands
free.

Trevor continued to tickle his prisoner, enjoying the sound of helpless,
gagged laughter, when he was surprised by Kyle who, having cut himself free,
handgagged him and grabbed him in a headlock, keeping him silent and unable to
call Neal for help, feeling his consciousness fading as Kyle tightened his
lock more and more, until his former captor was out cold, his unconscious body
slumping to the ground, the last thing he heard before passing out being
Kyle's voice whispering in his ear, telling him he hates tickling.

Trent was panting, his butt cheeks burning from the spanking Neal had done to
him. His captor let go of him, Trent dropping on his knees next to the wall,
allowing his body to fall on the side so he wouldn't have to sit on his butt.
Turning to face Neal, he saw the moment Kyle grabbed him, tackling him down on
the floor, and knocking him out the same way he had done with Trevor. With his
captors knocked out, Kyle grabbed the roll of duct tape and began binding
them, ignoring Trent's muffled moans as he tried to call out to him. He was
focused on his work, taping Trevor's wrists behind his back, before doing the
same to his ankles. Finally, he wrapped the tape multiple times around
Trevor's head, sealing his mouth shut. Within minutes, Neal was bound in the
same way, Kyle finishing his gag and smoothing the tape with the palms of his
hand.

Finally, Trent was able to get Kyle's attention, the young man grinning as he
approached him and knelt next to him, grabbing his face, Trent's lips pouting
under the tight tape gag.

"Guess this proves who is the better kidnapper, huh? Enjoy your captivity,
rookie, haha."

"WHHMPHT!"

"Hahaha, just kidding. Let me get you out of those ropes, it's payback time!"

Rubbing his wrists which had red marks from the tight rope, Trent pulled the
tape from his lips, taking a deep breath now that his mouth was finally free.
But he didn't have much time to recover, for him and Kyle heard footsteps
approaching the room. Hiding at the sides of the door, the two were ready to
ambush anyone coming in.

"Hope you two have learned your lesson!", Phil proclaimed as he entered the
room, expecting to see his henchmen having their way with his prisoners. His
body froze due to the shock of seeing his henchmen on the floor, unconscious,
bound and gagged with duct tape, his captives nowhere to be found. But before
he could do anything, Trent and Kyle sprung from their hiding place, grabbing
Phil and bringing him down to the ground. He tried fighting back, but being
outnumbered and surprised, Phil could offer little resistance.

"Let me go! You.. you... GRMPH!"

"Oh, shut up!"

Trent interrupted the complaints of his former captor by shutting him up with
a long strip of tape slapped over his lips. Meanwhile, Kyle pinned his arms
behind his back and taped them together. Together with Trent who held Phil's
legs together, he managed to tape them up. With Phil secured Kyle proceeded to
further bind his thighs together, before using what was left of the tape to
bind his captive's arms to his torso, wrapping the majority of Phil's upper
body in sticky silver tape. With their prisoner tightly bound and gagged, Kyle
gave him a quick spank before standing up. Kyle and Trent admired their work
for a few moments.

"So what do we do with him?", Kyle asked.

Trent had a few ideas, but just as he was about to answer, he felt a vibration
in his pocket. With everything going on, he completely missed the fact his
phone was still in his pocket. It vibrated again. Taking the phone out, Trent
saw a few messages from Julia asking him where he was, as she had come back
from her trip and was dying to see him. Looking at the phone, and then at the
Phil struggling and moaning on the ground, Trent smiled.

"He's all yours, Kyle. You did free me."

Kyle nodded and grinned before getting on his knees, bringing Phil close to
him and hugging his bound upper body from behind, telling his captive they had
a night of fun ahead for them, his hand sliding down to Phil's crotch. Leaving
the room, Trent reminded Kyle that he would get him next time, but Kyle didn't
pay much attention to it, as Phil was already on his lap, being spanked over
and over again.

About an hour later, Trent was in his bed with Julia lying next to him.

"Did you miss me, Trent? I bet you were bored without me."

"Ughhh...", Trent stayed silent for a moment, "Do I have a story for you my
dear."