Part 1
A week had passed since Alex and Oliver found themselves on the receiving end of Thomas' punishing sadism. However, only one of them had learnt their lesson. Despite his bravado, Alex was a softy on the inside, and was easily cowed. Oliver on the other hand, proved to be a repeat offender, constantly sampling Thomas' gear, this time of course keeping conscious of time and making sure everything was tidied away before Thomas returned. Oliver had found some of the experiences he had last week somewhat enjoyable, but was far too embarrassed to ask Thomas' permission to use his stuff - if he did that, he may as well just say "yes, I'm totally into this stuff, now please let me tie myself up" and Oliver wasn't assertive enough to say that outright.
In the mean time, he took great pleasure every now and then, sneaking into Thomas' room, grabbing a few ropes, practising new knots on himself and trying to get out. For the last few days, Oliver had gotten his evening routine down to a science, but unbeknown to him, Thomas had been catching on.
One day, the ropes in Thomas' toy chest would be in a neat coil, with the ends facing to the left. On another day, they would be facing down. Other objects would change position, and sometimes the toy chest would have shifted slightly from its original spot in the wardrobe that Thomas kept it in. He knew someone was rooting through it again, but which one? Oliver? Alex? Both? He knew he'd have to catch whoever it was in the act, and the opportunity presented itself when Thomas was given an early shift instead of his usual late shift on Friday night, something Oliver wasn't aware of.
On the afternoon of Friday, Thomas knew he had to be quiet - to make it seem as if he wasn't in the flat. He stayed in his room, preparing to duck behind the bed if he heard footsteps outside his door. Oliver emerged from his room. He heard Alex laughing to himself inside his room, no doubt watching some kind of asinine comedy. He crept up to Thomas' room and gently opened the door. He gave a quick scan of the room. No sign of danger. He smirked and swaggered over to the wardrobe, pulling the box forward.
An angered Thomas was tempted to jump out right now and grab him, but he wagered it would be better to let him do his work for him. Oliver decided that today was the day he should add handcuffs to his self-bondage. Once he had left the room, some rope and cuffs in hand, Thomas rose up from his position. He waited until Oliver had entered his own room, before sneaking out, his socked feet barely making a noise, and waiting outside Oliver's door.
Poor Oliver was about to handcuff himself, completely unaware that Thomas was right outside, patiently waiting to hear the metallic clicking sound. Oliver stripped down to his briefs and socks, enjoying a certain sense of exposure, before he began to wrap rope around his ankles, and securely knotting it off. He then got onto his bed and grabbed the cuffs. He put the key to the cuffs next to him, so he could easily escape if necessary. He locked his left wrist into the cuff before putting his hands behind his back. The second he locked his right wrist into the cuff, Thomas barged into the room, having heard the second click of the cuffs he was all too familiar with.
"Thomas!" Oliver cried out, completely in awe. "I-I I thought you w-were at work!"
"What did I tell you about using my stuff Ollie?" Thomas said, aggressively marching towards Oliver, and towering over the bound boy.
"I'm really sorry! I just... just..." Oliver had no excuses. He had been asked not to use Thomas' stuff, and here he was, bound with Thomas' rope and handcuffs, wearing nothing but his briefs and socks.
Oliver rolled to his side to grab the key to the cuffs.
"Oh no you don't" Thomas said, snatching the key from Oliver's hands. "Since you want to be tied up so badly, I'll tie you up alright."
"Wait Thomas please, I really really really sorry and I really do mean that!"
"You said sorry last time."
Oliver wanted to respond with a quip about how he technically didn't apologise last time because he had a ball-gag in his mouth, but decided this wasn't the moment for it.
"Since you're apologies don't mean anything, saying sorry isn't going to do shit, so it is clear I'm going to have to punish you much more harshly this time if you're going to truly learn something."
Oliver didn't know how to respond. He was once again at Thomas' mercy and far from being in his good graces. He was curious about bondage, but Thomas could be downright sadistic at times if last time was anything to go by.
He picked Oliver up, and lifted him over his shoulder.
"Thomas wait, let's talk about this!" Oliver pleaded. "I-I can do the dishes more often if that pleases you! Hell I'll even do ALL the laundry if you want!"
He couldn't help but smile at Oliver's pathetic behaviour. He expected more dignity, although Oliver was clearly conscious of Thomas' anger towards him.
"Come on Thomas, be reasonable! I'm offering to do any given household chore, just for letting me go!"
"Truth is Oliver, I quite enjoyed tying you up, and now you've given me the perfect pretext to do it. It's a pity Alex hasn't done anything to warrant more punishment as well."
Oliver had no response. There is nothing he could say to get him out of this situation. Quite simply, Thomas wanted to have fun with him, and he was hardly in a position to stop him.
Thomas used Oliver's head to gently push open his own door. He then dropped the bound boy onto his neatly made bed, before hopping on himself.
Oliver mustered up the courage to ask a question.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Good question. I've not decided yet."
"Take as long as you need." said Oliver, trying to be witty.
There were a great many things that Thomas had thought about doing to Oliver that it was actually difficult for him to decide.
"Tell you what," said Thomas, a moment of inspiration striking him as he propped Oliver up so that he was sitting upright with his back against the headboard, "I'll ask my mates online."
Oliver didn't like the sound of that. Thomas grabbed his laptop, while Oliver looked on nervously in silence as it loaded up. Once it was up and running, Thomas went onto chrome, and typed in "tugstories.com."
"What website is that?"
Thomas didn't answer. He set about creating a new post, simply titled "help me punish a misbehaving rope bunny (m/m)." The title didn't bode well for Oliver.
1. How should I bind him?
2. What should I make him wear?
3. What can I do to punish him for his misbehaviour?