Not the Most Relaxing Vacation

Warning: This story contains non-consensual male bondage.

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There were actually very few things Riley wanted to do less than vacation with the Stanhopes, for two reasons: Remy and Charlotte.

Remy had tormented him for years, with no sign of stopping on the horizon, humiliating him in some frankly disturbingly creative ways over their time at high school together, and Remy had even suggested he planned to follow Riley to college so he could keep it up.  Riley could only hope he was kidding.

Charlotte was Remy's sister, younger than Riley by a year.  She was pretty, empty-headed, spoiled, and freshly 18, so of course their parents were determined to push them together.  Which explained why Charlotte, Remy, and Riley had all been placed in the guest house, separate from the manor their parents were staying in.

Luckily, Charlotte was in love with socializing and spent most of her time at parties or tanning on the exclusive beach with her friends, leaving Riley to take a stack of books, find somewhere to hide from Remy, and pass the time reading.

His hiding spot today was in the finished basement.  There was a small room off the main one with a comfortable couch and fairly good soundproofing, more than enough to block the soft music on the radio Riley put on for background music.  He honestly wouldn't mind spending a day here, and if it had direct access to a bathroom he'd just as soon move in.

He was halfway through his first book when the door opened, spilling Charlotte and some boy Riley didn't know into the room.

“Oops,” Charlotte said, giggling.  She was wearing an obnoxiously orange bikini and very short white shorts today, the better to show off as much of her body as legally possible.  Her companion was shirtless and barefoot, wearing board shorts and nothing else, and he was even tanner than Charlotte.  Probably a local.  “Hey, Riley.”

“Hi,” Riley said, sitting up and collecting his books.  “I'll get out of your way.”

“No, don't do that,” Charlotte said.  “I wanted to show you to Dave, didn't I, Dave?”

“Yep,” Dave said.  “Damn, you're pretty, for a guy.”

“Thank you,” Riley said, not feeling the least bit flattered, and tried to edge past them.

Charlotte sighed, grabbing the top few books off his stack.  “Don't be a square, Ri- we wanna be friendly!”

“Babe.  Babe,” Dave said, nudging Charlotte's shoulder.  “Now?”

“Now,” Charlotte agreed, dropping the books and shoving herself bodily into Riley, pinning him against the wall.  “Quick, quick!”

Dave dug something out of his pockets- Riley identified it with a sinking feeling as a roll of thick black tape.

Charlotte was a couple inches taller and slightly heavier than Riley, and not afraid to use that extra height and weight to keep him pinned while Dave peeled up the edge of the tape.  “Stop squirming, Ri,” she ordered, giggling.  “Hurry up!”

“Got it,” Dave said, grinning, and grabbed for Riley's hand.

Charlotte eased back slightly, and Riley tried to make a break for the door, but Dave outweighed him by a lot more than just slightly; it drove the breath right out of him when Dave took over keeping him pinned and passed the tape to Charlotte.

“I can't believe you tried to get away,” Charlotte said, rolling her eyes as between them, she and Dave forced Riley's hands together behind him.  Riley was by now depressingly familiar with how much tape it took to keep him from getting loose, and she used way too much.  “Remy's right, you're such a baby.”

“Is your entire family insane?” Riley demanded, struggling out of habit more than any hope he might actually get away.  “How would you like it if I did this to you?”

“I'm a girl- that's different,” Charlotte said haughtily, stepping back to let Dave drag Riley to the couch and pin him, then moved in to tape his ankles together.  All this tape was going to hurt coming off.

“It's exactly the same!” Riley disagreed, trying and failing to keep Charlotte from adding more tape above his knees.

“You are such a baby,” Charlotte said, reaching into Dave's other pocket and pulling out a ball gag of all things.  With Dave's help, she managed to force it into Riley's mouth.  “There- much better.”

“I'll say,” Dave agreed, holding Riley still while Charlotte distributed the rest of the tape across his torso and legs, leaving him halfway cocooned in the stuff.  “What should we do with him now?”

Charlotte grinned, pulling out her phone out of her back pocket and thumbing it on.  “Let's take some pictures,” she said.  “Remy'll want to see, I bet.  Then we can leave him here.  Not like he was going to go anywhere else, anyway.”

Remy didn't bother protesting, and he didn't waste time wondering if they planned to untape him first.  He already knew they wouldn't, because apparently all Stanhopes were sadistic bondage freaks with an unhealthy interest in tying him up.

Charlotte snapped several pictures of him before stowing her phone again.  “There.  Don't worry, Ri, we'll come back and let you out for dinner.  If not, Remy's gonna throw a party down here; if you yell loud enough, maybe someone'll take pity on you.”

Remy sighed to himself as Charlotte and Dave left, shifting until he found a semi-comfortable position, and prayed they remembered.  He'd rather spend the night like this than be found by Remy.

Either way... well, sadly, he'd had worse days.  Not many, but still.