My neighbor is a little Psycho (M/m) part 3 added

[BoudBoy22]

Note: This story is based on one of my favorite stories written by my friend Bondwriter. I wanted to honor him by writing my own version.




Well, this is my story. Since I was a little boy, my parents introduced me to the world of modeling, thanks to my good looks, according to them. My parents saw me as a gold mine. I mainly modeled for children's clothing companies, although I also appeared in toy commercials and, as a teenager, in commercials for drinks and similar products. And to be honest, I liked that world. Being surrounded by cameras and spotlights was great in a way; it made me feel important, like I was the center of the universe. Because of that, I was a hateful and conceited kid throughout elementary and middle school.

When I turned 18, modeling opportunities increased, although a very peculiar proposal reminded me of my strange tastes in entertainment. As a child, I had strange fantasies in which I always ended up tied up and gagged, whether in a home robbery, a kidnapping, or a prank by a friend at school. Because of my job, I had to take care of my image and never had the opportunity to explore those kinds of games, not even with myself. Which brings us to the following. A bondage company became interested in me, and the rest is history.

I worked making that kind of content for five years until I finally got bored. With all the money I had earned as a model since I was a child, I decided to leave the world of cameras and spotlights and moved to a neighborhood on my own. It was a very nice residential area and, according to the salesperson, most of the residents were elderly people, young singles, or newlyweds, so I didn't have to worry about annoying children. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate children, but I never learned to get along with them. I didn't have any siblings, and no one liked me at school, so I never had any close friends.

Everything was peaceful, and I was very happy with my new life as a 24-year-old independent bachelor, until suddenly one night, someone rang my doorbell. It was unusual; I wasn't expecting anyone, but I went out to see who it was. When I opened the door, I found a tiny figure compared to my size; I was almost six feet tall. It was definitely a child, I estimated him to be at least 10 years old. The boy was dressed in a blue hoodie, from which a strand of dark blond hair peeked out. I couldn't see the rest of his face; he was wearing a red bandana that covered his nose and chin, giving him the appearance of a cowboy thief or something like that. His intense blue eyes seemed to shine above the bandana covering his face. He was also wearing shorts, sneakers, and white knee-high socks.

I didn't know what to say when I saw him. I was so surprised by his strange clothing, especially the bandana. I was expecting some mischief and honestly felt disappointed. I thought there were no children in that neighborhood.

"Do you need something, kid?" I asked him. He shook his head and without warning entered the house.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Why are you coming into my house like that? Didn't your parents teach you manners?”

The boy made a strange noise, almost like a moan, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he reached into one of the pockets of his cargo shorts, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to me. I closed the door—I don't know why I did it—and took the note before opening it. There was something written in the handwriting of a boy his age:

"Dear neighbor, my name is Rodrigo. I know you because I've been following your photos and videos on the internet. You look very good tied up and gagged; you are my inspiration. Anyway, I'm an only child and my parents work all day and sometimes go away on trips for up to three days, so I spend a lot of time alone at home, but now that you're here, I thought you might want to kidnap me and keep me prisoner in your basement. I've done some research and I know you have a basement in your house..."

I stopped reading and looked at him. He noticed my look of dismay and seemed to smile with his bright eyes. Still, out of curiosity, I continued reading:

"...I know it seems like a very strange proposal, but I assure you we'll have fun. But I warn you that if you refuse, I'll say you tried to kidnap me and I'll report you to the police. I'll show them your photos on the internet and say you wanted to do the same thing to me. The police will believe everything I say; after all, the law is on the side of children."

I couldn't believe what was happening. I got very nervous. What kind of psychopathic kid does that? That kid would falsely accuse me of child abduction if I didn't actually kidnap him. I would go to jail anyway if I didn't give in to his demands. I approached him and with one swipe pulled his bandana down to his neck, revealing his face, and then I knew why he was so quiet. The boy was effectively gagged with many layers of tape surrounding his mouth and head. The gag was smooth, almost wrinkle-free, indicating that the boy had applied those layers of silver duct tape with great care. From the shape of the gag, I guessed there was some kind of filling inside his mouth.

"Kid, are you crazy? What are you trying to do? There's no way I'm going to do what you're asking me to do. That's wrong," I said. He shrugged and pointed to the note, reminding me of his threat if I refused.

I sighed. I was desperate and losing my patience. I had to solve this problem. I bent down to his face.

"Listen to me. I'm going to remove all that tape from your face so we can talk and come to an agreement." The boy shook his head frantically.

"Don't worry, I'll gag you again when we're done. I'm sure I have plenty of rolls of duct tape in the basement. Do we have a deal?" The boy hesitated for a moment, and then we shook hands to seal the deal. I reached my hand up to his sealed mouth to find the edge of the tape, which was well hidden at the back of his neck. I slowly unwound every inch of duct tape that the boy had put over his mouth, calculating about five turns. When I finished, the boy spat out a gray cloth ball soaked in saliva, presumably one of his socks. His face was very red and marked by the tape. Without the bandana, gag, and hood, I could fully appreciate my strange visitor. Somehow that boy reminded me of myself when I was his age, not only because of the physical resemblance, but also because of his strange taste for being tied up and gagged.

[WhereAmI]

Great story thanks for posting it, so many future possibilities of tie ups and fun.

Hey mister you either Kidnap me and keep me tied up and gagged possibly get caught and go to prision or dont kidnap me and I tell the police you did and you go to prision. 6 of One half a of another.

Why can't I ever have any little neighbors like this.

[TuggyBoundMale]

My god that is one great buildup.

Great choice from you to do this story. I‘m very excited for the next part

[Nightly Binds]

Interesting premise, but the blackmail concept doesn't hold much weight, just go to the police with the note and tell them this disturbed kid is bothering you. and given his folks seem to leave him alone for days, they'll certainly look into that, no reason to play into the kid's crazy game.

[BoudBoy22]

Interesting premise, but the blackmail concept doesn't hold much weight, just go to the police with the note and tell them this disturbed kid is bothering you. and given his folks seem to leave him alone for days, they'll certainly look into that, no reason to play into the kid's crazy game.

Well, the boy will probably say that the adult wrote the note, and they always believe the kids. Besides, the protagonist probably doesn't want to get involved with the police anyway.

[BoudBoy22]

My god that is one great buildup.

Great choice from you to do this story. I‘m very excited for the next part

Thank You so much . I'm glad You liked it

[BoudBoy22]

Great story thanks for posting it, so many future possibilities of tie ups and fun.

Hey mister you either Kidnap me and keep me tied up and gagged possibly get caught and go to prision or dont kidnap me and I tell the police you did and you go to prision. 6 of One half a of another.

Why can't I ever have any little neighbors like this.

Believe me, we all want a neighbor like Rodrigo.

[Nightly Binds]

Interesting premise, but the blackmail concept doesn't hold much weight, just go to the police with the note and tell them this disturbed kid is bothering you. and given his folks seem to leave him alone for days, they'll certainly look into that, no reason to play into the kid's crazy game.

Well, the boy will probably say that the adult wrote the note, and they always believe the kids. Besides, the protagonist probably doesn't want to get involved with the police anyway.

No reason to think the police would believe that, specially if he goes to them right away explaining everything, ( no reason for them to think it was his doing if he is the one going to explain everything ) the protag doing what the kid wants isn't logical, but maybe he just panicked, but the kid's plan wouldn't work the way he explained it.

[BoudBoy22]

Interesting premise, but the blackmail concept doesn't hold much weight, just go to the police with the note and tell them this disturbed kid is bothering you. and given his folks seem to leave him alone for days, they'll certainly look into that, no reason to play into the kid's crazy game.

Well, the boy will probably say that the adult wrote the note, and they always believe the kids. Besides, the protagonist probably doesn't want to get involved with the police anyway.

No reason to think the police would believe that, specially if he goes to them right away explaining everything, ( no reason for them to think it was his doing if he is the one going to explain everything ) the protag doing what the kid wants isn't logical, but maybe he just panicked, but the kid's plan wouldn't work the way he explained it.

Perhaps panic prevented our protagonist from thinking of doing something intelligent. But hey, it's a fictional story and there are certain conveniences.

[WhereAmI]

Ignore the NeighSayers. It's a great premise for a story that I hope you will expand. We must see who gets their way Rodrigo or Rodrigo (I'm hoping for Rodrigo).

[BOUND-BONUS]

This story is very interesting.
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Sorry for disturb you but I would really like to see this request realized.

[Nagisa11]

I'm interested to see where this goes

[squirrel]

What a surprising story! Great idea! Can't wait to read the next chapter...

[Alkaid90]

interesting story!!!

rodrigo is playing well... be very subtle for get what he wants...

blackmail could works

[Redman]

Rodrigo sounds like a little punk, who's about to be in WAY over his head!

[DuctTapeObsessed]

I loved reading the start to this story! Normally when I imagine blackmail being used in a context like this, it would be to force someone into bondage. Using blackmail to force someone to capture him was very creative. Please continue

[Paris_bondage]

I love it. Please continue!

[hogtiefootlover]

If hes blackmailing him then he should just tickle the crap out of the kid, get some babyoil, brushes and just make him regret it xD

[Killua]

Not the best way to become good neighbours if the first greeting is already blackmailing. I think Rodrigo should get a punishment for that like having to mow the lawn for a couple of months. But if our protoganist agrees to tie him up as requested they might have a good neighbourly friendship ahead of them. The boy clearly looked at sites he shouldn’t look at though if he found the bondage pictures of his new neighbour. I’m curious how the story goes on. It’s a intriguing start and leaves it completely open about what happens next.

[Toten]

Very good start!!

[harveygasson]

A really interesting and unique premise, definitely hoping to read more of this one! Great work.

[BoudBoy22]

I was about to ask the boy a lot of questions when he suddenly interrupted me:

"Can you give me a glass of water?"

I looked again at his reddened face and the tape marks on his cheeks. Of course the boy was thirsty. From my own experience, I know what it feels like to have a piece of cloth in your mouth sealed with lots of tape wrapped tightly around your head. I went to the kitchen to get the glass of water and handed it to him. The boy drank the water in one gulp, wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and sat down without saying a word. He looked at me intently, while I felt like I did when my school principal called my parents because I failed a class. I used to be a good student, in fact, a student of academic excellence. I was mainly good at math and literature, but we all go through bad times in life.

Anyway, I put all those thoughts out of my mind and sat down in front of Rodrigo, carefully choosing my words. Honestly, the boy gave me the creeps. Now that he wasn't gagged, his silence was even more oppressive. I cleared my throat and said:

"Listen, Rodrigo?" The boy nodded. "Hey, why do you want to do this?

Rodrigo shrugged and said:

"I don't know, I just like it and I thought you might understand."

"Listen, I do understand you, but these aren't games between an adult and a child. You can tell a friend of yours to play kidnapping games," I said, but deep down I knew that no one had the courage to tell a friend that they wanted to be tied up and gagged.

"I don't have any friends, either in the neighborhood or at school," the boy muttered.

His confession reminded me of all those times I felt lonely because I didn't have any friends, since Rodrigo was really just a lonely kid looking for some attention and fun. Despite this, I tried to dissuade him one last time.

"Hey, you don't know me, you don't know if I'm actually a good or bad person. I could really kidnap you and you'd never see your parents again. Do you really want that?"

"I know you wouldn't do that. Anyway, I left instructions at home in case you don't let me go when I want to. Your house would be the first one the police would check."

Damn, I was starting to get really frustrated. I finally agreed to the boy's blackmail in the hope that once he had fulfilled his twisted fantasy, he would get tired of it and leave me alone.

"Okay, tell me what you want," I said.

Rodrigo's thin, pink lips curved into a wolfish smile as his eyes sparkled. He stood up immediately.

"My parents aren't home and won't be back until eleven o'clock tonight, so we have about three hours of fun. I want you to tie me up, gag me, and hide me in a small, dark place. At 10:30 p.m., you're going to untie me and let me go."

"Is that all?"

"No, my parents are going on a trip next weekend, and I want you to gain their trust so they'll let you be my babysitter or tutor. There's a week to go, so you'd better get close to them and be nice."

I was about to reply that there was no way I was going to accept his stupid idea of being his babysitter, but I remembered his threat and, deep down, the idea of having him kidnapped, tied up, and gagged in my house seemed terribly seductive and very difficult to refuse. There was a dark side inside me that still retained the morbid fascination and pleasure of having someone tied up and gagged. I didn't think it would be a boy his age, but something is something. Anyway, I didn't know how old this kid was.

"I'm 12 years old, sir," said Rodrigo. The boy didn't look 12, too short, a little skinny, and with a face that was too childish.

"Don't call me sir, I'm barely twice your age," I said.

"Okay, hurry up, tie me up and take me to the basement."

"I have an attic too," I said. My basement was still full of useless stuff, so I doubted there was even room for a pin in there. My attic was small, empty, and somewhat dark, perfect for Rodrigo's demands.

I went to get my roll of duct tape, as it was the only thing I had on hand to tie the boy up. I found a thick, industrial-grade silver roll that, according to the instructions, had a strong adhesive. The boy was definitely going to have a rough time. As soon as Rodrigo saw me, he smiled and put his hands behind his back. I tore off the duct tape and began to tie his wrists as the heart-wrenching sound filled the room.

"Make sure you do it tight," the boy growled as the roll of duct tape wrapped around his chest, creating a wide silver strip encircling his arms and torso. I watched as he twisted his thin wrists. At least the sleeves of his sweatshirt protected his pale skin.

I repeated the same procedure with his legs, adding three tight bands of more duct tape around his ankles, knees, and thighs.

"Satisfied?" I asked sarcastically. I knew he was going to ask me to tape his mouth shut.

"Yes, I just want you to know that I love having my feet tickled," he said. One more reason to torture him.

"I thought you were going to ask for a gag," I said.

"What do you think?" he said.

I tore off another long strip of tape and was about to stick it over his mouth when he interrupted me:

"Hey, wait. My mouth needs something to fill it."

I didn't want to put the saliva-filled cloth ball back in his mouth, nor did I want to use one of my big, smelly socks, even though by that point I had already reached the point of no return. Now Rodrigo had real proof that I had tied him up. I went to my room and found a small blue foam stress ball among my things.

"Open your mouth wide." Rodrigo obediently opened his mouth wide, and I placed the small ball inside, filling every corner. The boy closed his lips, and it was barely noticeable that there was anything inside his mouth.

"Mmfmfmf," he nodded with satisfaction. I slowly applied the strip of adhesive tape around his head three times until the lower part of his face was covered by a smooth, sticky silver band.

He moaned a couple more times as his eyes fixed on the bandanna that was still tied around his neck. I knew what he wanted, so I untied the bandanna from the back of his neck and made a blindfold that I tied behind his head. With my new prisoner firmly bound hand and foot, gagged with duct tape, and blindfolded with a bandanna, I hoisted him over my shoulder, surprised at how light he was. I went up to the second floor, climbed down the small staircase leading to the attic, and went up, being careful that my guest didn't hit his head.

The attic was relatively empty, there was a rolled-up rug that I used for Rodrigo to lie on. There was a large triangular window that, during the day, offered a good view of the entire neighborhood. There was also a pole in the middle, which I would later use to tie the boy up. I laid Rodrigo on the rug and watched him squirm for a long time, as the duct tape dug into his clothes with every movement he made. His gag didn't seem to loosen. The boy was undoubtedly living his dream. I let him live out his strange fantasy of being a kidnapped hostage and went down to the living room to wait until 10:30 p.m. to release him.

Time flew by, and when I looked at my watch, I realized it was already 10:40 p.m. Rodrigo's parents would be home in 20 minutes. I rushed up to the attic, where I found the boy drenched in sweat on his face and armpits. His bonds were still intact; apparently, he hadn't been able to loosen the sticky adhesive tape or he simply didn't even try. I started by removing the blindfold from his eyes. He looked at me in surprise, perhaps because, like me, he hadn't expected time to pass so quickly.

"Come on, your parents are almost here," I said between gasps as I unwrapped the tape from his mouth and he spat out the stress ball. With a pair of scissors I found lying around, I finished cutting the strips of tape covering his arms and legs.

"Wow, that was great," he said.

"Yeah, whatever, get out of here before I get in more trouble."

"Remember what I told you," said the boy before walking out my door and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

I sat down on the couch and rubbed my face. "What the hell have you done, Alan?" I asked myself silently.

[TuggyBoundMale]

Well, let’s say you‘ve helped a poor kid

No seriously, I absolutely adore this story. AndI‘m already excited for a whole week of them having fun together. That is if Alan manages to become Rodrigo‘s babysitter/tutor of course. But… let’s just hope for the best

[WhereAmI]

Poor Rodrigo, no friends at home, no friends at school. He must be very lonely.

It would be so nice to have a 12 year old son to come home to and help him with his adolescent problems that you know only so well. Pole tie, hogtie, frog tie, boxtie, which gag, how about a blindfold, fist-mitts? Such thoughtful, helpful therapy to let Rodigo know you care.

The only problem being this cursed blackmail.

[Alkaid90]

rodrigo is the kind of neighbour i wanna have!!!