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Kidnapping of Office Luke
Luke yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open. The young man scratched his blond beard, his green eyes lost in the distance as city buildings flew by the bus window. Luke was a police officer, and had just finished a double shift, having covered for a colleague who was out sick, and all he wanted to do was come home, take a shower and jump into bed, barely having enough strength to keep himself up in order to reach home. He got out on his station and embarked on a slow walk to his home which was a few blocks away.
It was late, and the city streets were almost completely empty, the sound of an occasional car snapping Luke back into the present, as his eyes constantly closed, his mind dosing off. Suddenly, the sound of an alarm pierced through Luke's mind, instantly waking him up. Even though he was off duty and tired, a crime happening in his vicinity was not something he could ignore. Rushing around the corner, Luke could hear loud arguing a bit further away, the noise coming from a sm
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The Cat saves The Bat
By the time the Bat signal pierced the darkness of the night sky, the Batmobile was already racing through the streets of Gotham. Batman thought that putting Joker behind bars would, at least for a while, put his gang out of commission. But it seemed that he was wrong, for Harley Quinn had stepped up more than he had anticipated, starting a rampage all over the city as an act of revenge for the incarceration of "Puddin". She wanted to draw Batman out. He was more than happy to oblige.
According to the latest information he had gathered by listening in on the police radio, Harley was currently with her gag in the Bank of Gotham, shooting up the place while stealing all of the money from the main safe. Not on his watch, Batman thought. If Harley was missing Joker so much, it was time for the two to be reunited. In the cozy cells of Arkham Asylum.
The Batmobile came to a screeching halt in front of the Bank of Gotham. GCPD had still not arrived, the area around the bank clear, the civilia
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Mason and The Timer vs Jonathan and Trent
"Hey Mason, is everything ok?"
"Hm? Yeah, yeah..."
A month had passed since Mason and Tim encountered The Emperor, and the scars had only just begun to heal. The ordeal left its mark on the up and coming superhero, who, for the first time, experienced a battle with another person who has supernatural abilities. Had the Emperor not been put off by his apparent weakness, there was no telling what he would have done to them. And if it hadn't been for Mason, Tim was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to get back on his feet.
Mason, the cute young man he had rescued so many times without batting an eye, his enthusiastic smile and the gleam in his eyes the best reward The Timer could get for his noble deeds. Despite being captured and put through a terrible ordeal only to be used as bait for the hero who always came to the rescue, when The Timer was broken and shattered he was right there to help him get up and support him. And Tim would never stop being grateful for it.
"You sure?", Tim
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To be the King
"Tonight is the night.", Prince Gabriel whispered to himself. "Tonight is finally the night I become the first in line for the throne."
Gabriel had retreated to a shadowy corner of the large ballroom of the Royal Castle to take the time to revel in the brilliance of his plan. The Prince was almost completely invisible in the shadows, his dark clothes blending with the surrounding darkness. The young man, unlike his older brother, the future king, favored dark clothes, his fashion choice hard to miss considering the dark grey buttoned vest and matching boots, whereas his black, tight pants matched his menacing, long cloak. The only article of clothing breaking the pattern was the white shirt tightly fitting around his muscular arms, which were folded across his chest.
Moving a few strands of his dark, red hair away out of his sight, Gabriel scanned the crowd, searching for his brother.
Alphons, the older of the two princes, wasn't hard to find, and his brother's green eyes quickly locat
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Troubles of a Knight
Outside of the inn, a group of small children was swinging their wooden swords, living out their dreams of one day becoming royal knights, clad in shining armor, rescuing damsels in distress and defeating dragons. Edmund was once just like them, his head full of dreams, his ears deaf to the voice of reason. There was always a place for him in his father's smithy, but the young man decided to follow his heart and was finally named a knight after years of rigorous training and hard work. Emptying his tankard, Sir Edmund wiped the beer foam from his thick, black beard, suppressing his desire to tell the kids they are better off learning a trade, letting them continue their carefree childhood in blissful ignorance.
Being a knight was far different than Edmund imagined. Those of noble birth controlled the entire trade, making sure it was them who got to handle the deeds worthy of songs and history. Maidens in distress, evil wizards, dragons and other quests which would guarantee a knight a
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Officer Korica to the rescue
Officer Korica sighed. He was actually looking forward to the day, as, after a string of delays which made him wear a uniform a bit tighter than he'd liked, his new one finally came in. It was a new design, and the force took the opportunity to have John be one of the first officers to take it for a test drive. Unfortunately for the young, blond officer, whereas the department had previously gotten his measurements wrong, this time, some of the elements of the uniform appeared to be tight by design. Looking itself in the mirror, John thought it could have been worse if the upper parts of the outfit were tight as well. Once again, he had no problem with the grey button shirt and black leather jacket he had zipped up to his collarbone, the clothes not too loose so as to be a nuisance, and yet not too tight to prove a hindrance to his movement. On the other hand, he once again found himself in a pair of surprisingly tight pants made of the same material as his jacket, matching the color o
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Mason and Timer meet the Emperor
"Holy..."
Mason's jaw dropped. The house in front of him was the largest and most extravagant piece of architecture he had ever seen, and he was about to go inside. Knocking on the door, the young man wondered just how he managed to secure this important interview. After all, he was just an intern at the newspaper, and yet, he was about to interview Charles Wiseman, a man whose influence and hold over the world seemed to grow by the day, his numerous businesses all over the globe making him extremely rich and powerful, and for the first time in a while, the Australian had found himself in the States. Everyone was competing for an interview, and yet, somehow, it was Mason of all people who ended up with the opportunity for a talk, with all of his travel expenses paid for. Once again going through all the stuff his editor had told him to ask Mr. Wiseman, Mason waited for the door to open, expecting to be greeted by a servant or a butler.
But the man who opened the door and let him in was
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Literature
Kidnapping of Commander Shepard
"Shepard, you sure about this tip?", Garrus asked the Commander, who was looking out the cab window into the vibrant lights of the Citadel station. Even with the Reaper crisis tearing the galaxy apart, the massive station was still a sight to behold, as awe inspiring as it was the first time he had seen it. The Turian continued to check and adjust the sights of his rifle while waiting for a response.
Garrus' question was not an easy one to answer. After all, it was a gut call Shepard made to follow an anonymous tip which arrived to his personal terminal aboard the Normandy. It was encrypted, and somehow managed to bypass all official channels and firewalls, reachind him directly. They were dealing with someone who knew their tech, and claimed he had important information on how to defeat the Repears. Also stated in the message was that Cerberus was hot on his heels, and that the unknown informant was fearing for his life, pleading with Shepard to come and ensure his safety while reciev
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Luck of the Elf
It's never easy travelling on the road and earning your pay as you go. Vi, a former elven ranger, now a wondering hero for hire, had hit a particularly rough time in his travels. It had been a while since anyone had hired him, and his coin purse was getting lighter by the day. Down to his last dozen of gold coins, the young elf had a choice. He could either pay for a good meal and a warm bed, finding himself without a single piece of gold to his name the following day, or...
"Raise you two pieces, boy.", the chubby dwarf said as he pushed two coins towards the pot in the center of the table, separating him from Vi. His long, ginger braids flew around as he swung his head backwards, chugging down another tankard, drops of beer falling onto his expensive, silk suit.
Vi checked his cards. He had been gambling with the merchant for some time now, and even though he had never felt that he was winning, he was still not in a pickle, managing to win back anything he'd lose withing a few rounds
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Watch your mouth
"Guys, you might as well back out of the race. The winner has arrived."
The arrogance of Kevin Taylor echoed through the stables the moment he walked in, upsetting the other riders who were doing their best to conceal their frustration by looking away and focusing on their horses and outfits. The young equestrian filled the air with his confidence, boasting about his unmatched riding skills every chance he could get, and the time others spent preparing for the race which was less than two hours away seemed to be perfect for him. Everyone knew what his game was, by getting on their nerves he hoped he could tilt them into making a mistake and allowing him an easy win. Knowing this, the other contestants did their best to ignore them like they usually do.
Kevin's personality was echoed by his appearance. Tall and slim, his body was straight, with his head slightly tilted upwards as he walked, his long blond hair flowing down his back. Looking down on others with his blue eyes, the young e
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Grounded
"Oh, what now!?"
It was just what Adam needed while being in a hurry, something else which required his attention. Not even a month and work, and he had already found himself in a situation where he was running through his apartment, multitasking in a desperate struggle not be late for his flight. The young steward had forgotten to leave his phone on the charger over night, and by the time the sun was up, his battery had died, and his alarm was nowhere to be found. By a stroke of luck, the 24-year-old was able to wake up in time so that, with a lot of hurry and determination, he would still be able to arrive on time. However, the ringing of his doorbell so early in the morning put those plans in danger.
With one hand combing his short, dark brown hair and the other buttoning up his shirt, Adam made his way towards his front door, careful not to slip up on the ends of his pants which kept falling down seeing as he still hand't buckled up his belt, shivers running through his body each t
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Office Korica's bad day
It wasn't exactly the best of days for officer John Korica. His partner had called in sick, and without anyone available to take his place, John was forced to go on patrol alone, being given a shorter route from his superior officer to accommodate for him being alone. On top of that, the young, blond officer was given his new uniform today seeing as his old one got torn during a case of resisting arrest when a biker with spikes all over his clothes decided to fight back. Unlike his old one, the new uniform he was given didn't match the measurements he had handed in. The light brown shirt was a pretty good fit for the slender enforcer of the law, however, his slightly darker brown pants were a bit more snug that he'd like, and his black boots were reaching over his knees. Having reported this to his superior, John was asked to bear with it for the day, and they would have a new uniform for him the following day. With those words, John headed out onto the streets to perform his duty.
At
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Royal first date (Couple in distress)
Princess Elvina Loyan couldn't remember the last time the royal castle was decorated like this. The halls were always impressive with magnificent art pieces hanging on the walls, and expensive colorful curtains hanging over the windows, but she had to admit that she was both impressed by the ability of her older sister to conjure up the beauty she was seeing, as well as jealous that her own magical abilities were still far away from the level of her senior. The windows of the large ball room were all depicting different natural wonders of Darbor, from its lush forests to its beautiful beaches, the curtains pulled to the side of the glass and held in place with silk ropes, allowing everyone to take in the pictures on the glass. Bouquets of flowers from all around the kingdom were placed on each of the many tables scattered around the room, allowing their guests who got tired of standing and chatting to take a break and enjoy a wide array of culinary specialties, including cupcakes with
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I'm accepting point story commissions. You can check my gallery to see what to expect in terms of length and style.

WHAT I WON'T DO:
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I prefer to do GID, but am open to couples in distress as long as one of them is a guy (being bisexual is fun :D)
The price is 200 points per story.

The process:
Send me a note with your idea.
If I am ok with it, I will present the general idea for the plot to you.
When/If we agree on it, you send half of the points.
I'll tell you roughly how long it will take me depending on my real life occupations and the story itself.
I write the story, and when I finish, you send me the second half of the points.
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This thing is the evilest thing ever, cause you can make all sorts of hunky boys you'll never have the time to write about :(
Luke yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open. The young man scratched his blond beard, his green eyes lost in the distance as city buildings flew by the bus window. Luke was a police officer, and had just finished a double shift, having covered for a colleague who was out sick, and all he wanted to do was come home, take a shower and jump into bed, barely having enough strength to keep himself up in order to reach home. He got out on his station and embarked on a slow walk to his home which was a few blocks away.

It was late, and the city streets were almost completely empty, the sound of an occasional car snapping Luke back into the present, as his eyes constantly closed, his mind dosing off. Suddenly, the sound of an alarm pierced through Luke's mind, instantly waking him up. Even though he was off duty and tired, a crime happening in his vicinity was not something he could ignore. Rushing around the corner, Luke could hear loud arguing a bit further away, the noise coming from a small jewelry store a bit down the street. A car was parked in front of it, half of it on the sidewalk, most likely done in a hurry, the back doors left open for an easy getaway. The car seemed empty from where Luke was standing, prompting him to assume that all the robbers were inside.

"Put the bling in the bag or you're dead!"

Luke could clearly make out the threat now that he had approached a bit closer. He called it in, dispatch letting him know more units were on their way, but there was no time to wait for them, the criminals could get away by the time they got there. Sneaking up to the store, Luke took a peek through the window. Two masked guys, both armed, waving their pistols around the store in an attempt to intimidate the old man working behind the counter who was busy putting all of his merchandise in a duffel bag. The two were preoccupied by holding the man hostage, and that might have been his chance to get a drop on one of them, get his gun before he realizes what was going on, and use it to subdue the other one at gun point.

Being a trained professional, had he been at his full strength, Luke would have easily taken the two down, even without the help of his gun. However, while he did still have the technique and training on his side, strength and rest were on the side of the criminals. Jumping one of them, Luke grabbed his arm and tried to twist it behind the man's back, knowing it would force him to drop his gun. But tired as he was, he lacked the strength to execute everything he had planned in one quick fluid motion. Instead, failing to subdue the criminal, Luke was forced to defend himself as the man swung at his head with the gun. Dodging the blow, Luke was forced to freeze when the other robber pointed his gun at him.

"Shit man, he's a cop!"

Luke was off duty, so he wasn't wearing his uniform, his outfit consisting of black pants and a white button shirt, a red tie finishing his formal attire. However, his badge was still clipped onto his belt, identifying him as a police officer, and the man he tried to take down was quick to notice it. 

"What do we do man, he's a cop?", the criminal once again asked his partner in crime, who seemed to be the one calling the shots in the duo. The old man had finished packing everything from the store in the duffel bag, his shaking hands offering it over the counter. The two knew they had stayed too long already and had to get moving.

The guy in charge approached Luke, who held his hands up and pushed him forward.

"Insurance. Get in the car!"

His accomplice picked up the duffel bag and tossed it to Luke who was already forced onto the backseat, jumping inside next to him, his gun constantly pointed at him.

By the time the car engine roared, Luke had a piece of duct tape plastered over his eyes, the crooks not wanting him to see where their hideout was. He was too tired to focus on the path they took from the crime scene, so by the time the car came to a halt, the young man had no idea where they were. He was pulled out of a car and led somewhere, hearing two doors open in front of him before he was pushed on the floor.

"Don't move! Tie him up!"

The thing which broke the complete silence in the room following that order was the sound of duct tape peeling away from the roll, and the following moment Luke had his arms pulled behind his back, his wrists crossed and bound by layers upon layers of sticky tape, until he could barely move them apart. With his arms secured, his captors pushed him on the bed, his face sinking into the bed sheets while his feet were taped together. Luke grunted, offering as much resistance as he could after a long day at work, but it was little more than mere annoyance to the men binding him.

Within minutes, the roll of duct tape was nearly exhausted, with most of it wrapped around Luke's body. His legs were taped below and above his knees, as well as around his thighs, while most of the office's chest was covered in silver fabric pinning his arms to his back. Despite Luke not speaking, the last of the tape was used to seal his mouth shut, the adhesive sticking to his lips and beard. Bound and gagged, still blindfolded, Luke tried to focus on the faint sound of his captors speaking in the other room, but was exhausted to the point of falling asleep, despite being terribly uncomfortable in his bonds.

Luke had no idea what time it was nor how long he had slept. His body was sore from being in such an awkward position for so long, his bonds stopping him from allowing his muscles the stretch they so desperately needed. Grunting as he rolled on his stomach, Luke tried to move his wrists apart, his skin burning as the sticky tape refused to let go of it. Muffled groans filled the room as he tugged on the tape binding him, rolling and wiggling on the bed, his struggles futile.

Suddenly he stopped, his head moving around as the blindfolded man tried to determine the source of the voices reaching his ears. His captors had returned discussing what to do with him. Word of his kidnapping had already spread on the news, and the police was looking for them even more diligently then they otherwise would have. Luke was breathing heavily into his gag, listening to the fighting taking place in the other room as the two shifted blame onto each other for the decision to take him with them. Finally, they postponed the final decision for later, one of them deciding to feed their prisoner.

Allowing his head to fall back on the bed, Luke sighed, pressing his legs against his torso to try and suppress the need to pee, wiggling on the bed, until he started yelling into his gag in an attempt to get his captors' attention. One of them burst into the room, the sound of plates and forks clanking accompanying him.

"What!? Stay quiet god damn it!"

Luke refused to give up until his captor pressed his body against the bed.

"I'll take the tape off, but if you try and scream, you're dead. Got it?"

After a quick nod, Luke groaned as the tape pulled on his beard while being removed. Gasping for air, he quickly asked his captor to use the bathroom, hoping it might also lead to them freeing his hands. However, luck was not on his side. Uttering a few curses into his own beard, his captor threw Luke over his shoulder, carrying him away into another room. Helping his prisoner stand up straight, the man undid the belt around Luke's waist, unzipping his pants. Luke could only hope he was looking away as he felt his boxers coming down before he was put down on the toilet.

"Call when you're done.", his captor said before leaving the room, the door closing behind him.

Damn it, Luke thought. Not only had this been extremely awkward for him, but with his hands still tied behind his back and the blindfold covering his eyes, it meant that he could do nothing with the time he was given alone away from his captor in the room where the chances of finding something to help him escape were probably higher. Shaking his head, he tried to loosen up the tape covering his eyes, but the strip of adhesive remained firmly stuck over his eyes. A couple of minutes later, his captor had had enough of waiting and returned, putting Luke's clothes back on before carrying him away and throwing him back on the bed.

Having been given food and water, Luke once again heard the ripping of the tape from the roll.

"Please don't gag mppphhh..."

His captor didn't pay attention to his words, cutting them short as he once again slapped a piece of tape over Luke's mouth, sealing them shut, before leaving his prisoner all alone in the room again. It was a long day for the captured officer. A few times, his frustration sent him into a furious fight with his bonds, however, he would always come out the loser, remaining firmly bound and gagged. A few times, the fighting of his captors reached his ears, the two still unable to decide what to do with him, as the search for him continued, the police refusing to give up.

Luke had lost track of how long he had been in captivity. Every so often, one of his captors would come to feed him and take him to the bathroom, but this was not enough to stop his muscles from being sore having spent so much time restrained and forced into a same position. However, after some time, an opportunity had finally appeared for Luke to escape his bonds and try to fight his captors.

During one of his meals, his captor was suddenly called away, leaving the tray behind. During his struggles, Luke had gotten a decent feel for his surroundings. The room was rather simple, a small nightstand next to the bed he spent most of his time on. Apart from that, there were two wardrobes, their contest out of the sore, numb captive's reach. This time, the nightstand was right there, with the utensils still there. Luke groaned as he managed to bring himself in a sitting position, turning his back towards the nightstand, extending his fingers in a search for a knife or a fork. To his joy, the knife was right there, quickly falling in his hands. Falling on his knees, Luke worked as fast as he could considering how weak his arms were from the prolonged time spent in bondage, knowing his captors could return at any minute. His heart skipped a beat as he felt his wrists fly apart, blood once again rushing freely through them.

By the time his captor returned to the room, Luke was hiding behind the door. He had still not recovered fully, but had enough strength to slam the old tray into the back of the crooks head, knocking him out cold. His accomplice heard the commotion in the room, but he too found himself ambushed by his former prisoner as he came to check on his partner in crime. With both of his captors knocked out, Luke leaned against a wall, sliding down into a sitting position, breathing heavily.

Grabbing the phone, Luke called for backup before coming back to bind his former kidnappers with the roll of tape he found in the kitchen. Then, he waited, making sure they couldn't escape, until the time he heard the sound of sirens outside. Backup had finally arrived.
UPDATE: SOMETHING CAME UP IRL, WILL REOPEN COMMISSIONS ONCE I CLEAR EVERYTHING UP.

I'm accepting point story commissions. You can check my gallery to see what to expect in terms of length and style.

WHAT I WON'T DO:
VIOLENCE, GORE, VORE, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, RAPE, OR ANYTHING SIMILLAR.
If I am not comfortable with your idea, I retain the right to refuse to do the commission for you.


I prefer to do GID, but am open to couples in distress as long as one of them is a guy (being bisexual is fun :D)
The price is 200 points per story.

The process:
Send me a note with your idea.
If I am ok with it, I will present the general idea for the plot to you.
When/If we agree on it, you send half of the points.
I'll tell you roughly how long it will take me depending on my real life occupations and the story itself.
I write the story, and when I finish, you send me the second half of the points.
After that, I upload the story.

Commission list:
By the time the Bat signal pierced the darkness of the night sky, the Batmobile was already racing through the streets of Gotham. Batman thought that putting Joker behind bars would, at least for a while, put his gang out of commission. But it seemed that he was wrong, for Harley Quinn had stepped up more than he had anticipated, starting a rampage all over the city as an act of revenge for the incarceration of "Puddin". She wanted to draw Batman out. He was more than happy to oblige.

According to the latest information he had gathered by listening in on the police radio, Harley was currently with her gag in the Bank of Gotham, shooting up the place while stealing all of the money from the main safe. Not on his watch, Batman thought. If Harley was missing Joker so much, it was time for the two to be reunited. In the cozy cells of Arkham Asylum.

The Batmobile came to a screeching halt in front of the Bank of Gotham. GCPD had still not arrived, the area around the bank clear, the civilians having ran away at the first sound of gunfire. To his surprise, the building was quiet, with no sound coming from the inside. He had expected a much more chaotic situation at the scene, but still, he wasn't about to take any chance. Grappling onto the side of the building, Batman slipped into a ventilation shaft, using the complex and sprawling system to scout the area inside the bank.

The surprises kept on piling. The main hall was completely empty, with no traces of the criminals or any of the staff. It had to be a trap. If he was to reveal himself, the main hall was the one point of entry he had to use, be it the door, windows, or the ventilation. And Harley knew it, which is probably what she was counting on. But it would take more than a simple trap to defeat him.

Dropping a few smoke pellets through the grates, Batman waited for the room to fill with smoke, hoping to also force anyone waiting for him into revealing themselves due to the smoke. Now that he wasn't jumping out into the open, Batman kicked the metal cover of the shaft away, and jumped onto the floor below. But as soon as he landed, he heard something on the floor rolling towards him. A few seconds later, a small gas grenade with a large grin painted on it reached his feet, exploding and releasing a cloud of green gas which quickly mixed with the smoke around him. The gas completely surrounded Batman, who couldn't help but take a few breaths as he reached for the gas mask in his utility belt.

But before he could reach it, a baseball bat emerged from the surrounding smoke, hitting him in the stomach and forcing him down on his knees. The hit pumped all air out of his lungs, his mouth flying wide open, gasping for air, and inhaling even more of the gas. Harley stood above him, a breathing mask covering the lower half of her face.

"Not so fast, Bats. Your gadgets won't help you this time."

There was no need for her to hit him again. The gas had already started doing its work. Batman was hardly keeping himself up, even on his knees, coughing more and more as the knockout gas filled his lungs, sapping his strength and clouding his senses. Staying awake and having any control over his own movements was out of the question, as his body grew more and more limb, until finally, the unconscious Batman tumbled forwards onto the floor.

Once the smoke cleared, Harley removed the mask from her face, revealing her sinister grin.

"Alright boys, pack him up! Time to go!"

His mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts and sensations, the knockout gas still having a hold over the majority of his numb body. Despite slowly becoming aware of his own body, Batman still had a lot of trouble piecing together where he was and what was going on, his mind trying to recover from the large gap in his memory which suddenly appeared after his encounter with Harley at the bank.

"Wakey, wakey, Bats."

Her voice echoed through his head, his eyes struggling to focus and deduce which of the four Harleys he was seeing was the real one. He grunted, struggling to move his tongue and operate his mouth.

"Grmp...hmphhh..."

As the sedative slowly wore off, piece by piece, Batman began putting together the predicament he was in. With him waking up, Harley was busy with something, having turned her back to him. But for once, she felt it was safe to do so. For she had made sure that there was nothing Batman could do to harm her.

The Dark Knight was hanging from a thick lead pipe, his arms chained above his head to the sturdy metal. The entire upper half of his body was naked apart for his cowl, Harley having removed stripped him off his belt and gear to make sure there was nothing on him he could use to escape. His legs were dangling below him, equally bound with thick, metal bonds. There wasn't anything he had to say to Harley, but even if he had wanted to, Batman was not in a position to speak, a large red ballgag stuffed inside his mouth and buckled tightly behind his head, a clown face drawn on the side of the rubber sticking out between the hero's lips, his teeth biting down into the soft, elastic material.

Harley ignored the rattling of the chains against the pipe as Batman tested his bonds, hoping to discover there was something he could do about them, some way he could get free. But without his utility belt and the additional gadgets hidden in his gauntlets, his bare hands were of little help in this predicament, despite their raw strength. Grunting into his gag as he squirmed in the air, his movement was finally enough to garner the attention of his captive.

"How does it feel Bats? A taste of your own medicine.", she said, as Batman caught a glimpse of the project she was working on behind her back. It was partially concealed behind the preaching criminal, but sticks of dynamite were hard to ignore. Not paying too much attention to the speech Harley was making, about all the wrongs he had done to her and the Joker, Batman focused on coming up with an escape plan.

"You'll pay for locking up Mr J, Bats. He'll be so proud of me when he hears I took care of Batman on my own.", she finally said, moving to the side, revealing her grand plan for taking care of the Batman once and for all.

Inside a large Jack-in-the-Box was a large amount of dynamite, the box ready to be closed. On the side of it was a timer, the display blinking constantly, waiting to be armed. With a grin on her face, Harley sealed the box, the timer resetting instantly the moment the lid was in place and sealed, the countdown starting at twenty minutes, long enough for her and her gang to be gone from the warehouse, as well as get to a safe distance from where they could enjoy the sight of the Bat being blown into smithereens. 

"Bye, bye, Batman! Hahahahaha!"

Harley's maniacal laughter echoed through the empty warehouse as she left the small room at the back of the building, the echo of her orders reaching Batman's ears. He, on the other hand, was once again busy trying to escape the unyielding chains binding him. The cold, thick metal was tightly pressed into his bare skin, his struggling doing little to disturb it, his wrists no closer to being free no matter how much effort he put into it. His utility belt and gear was nowhere near, Harley most likely taking it with her to remove any chance of him getting his hands on anything which could help him escape, the room completely emptied apart from him and the bomb ticking down in front of him.

He tried pulling down as hard as he could, hoping he could pull the pipe he was hanging from out of the ceiling, the loud cry accompanying the tremendous effort he put in muffled by the rubber ball he bit into as he gathered his strength, but again, the metal bolts refused to give in, the strength of his arms coupled with the weight of his body not enough to defeat the big bolts. Time was ticking, and his continuous struggling did little more than exhaust him, drops of sweat sliding down his bare chest as he panted into his gag, his saliva slowly dissolving the clown image painted on it.

Suddenly, he heard commotion elsewhere in the building. Screams, yells, and what sounded like whip meeting flesh. A couple of gunshots. More screams. Harley had finally joined the fight. It was hard to make out what she was saying, but she wasn't pleased, in fact, she was extremely annoyed. By the time the commotion died down, with the last thing Batman heard being Harley's cry of pain, the clock was down to ten minutes. And then, the door opened.

"My, my, this is a sight I could get used to."

Batman sighed into his gag. Catwoman was standing in front of him, leaning against the frame of the door as she rolled up her whip, devouring him with her eyes. After all, it wasn't every day she got a chance to see a half-naked Batman, his arms bound above his head, his muscles flexed from the tension, the sweat of his efforts to escape glistening on his bare skin under the dim light, saliva dropping down the sides of the large, rubber ball buckled in his mouth. It was a sight she could definitely get used to.

"Grmmmmphh."

She giggled, the sound of Batman growling into his gag one of the more adorable things she had the pleasure of hearing. Catwoman slowly tiptoed to him, taking notice of the bomb next to her.

"Oh my Batman, why didn't you warn me!?", she said, gasping to hide the grin on her face as the restrained hero once again growled.

It wasn't hard for her to disable the bomb, years of criminal activity granting her some experience with explosives. Pretending to wipe the sweat from her forehead, Catwoman took a deep breath.

"That was exhausting, allow me to rest a bit before I free you."

"Smmmgphhna!"

"Relax, Bruce, let a girl have some fun."

"Grrrrrrr."

"Why do you always have to be such a stick in the mud!?"

Catwoman regretted now having a camera on her, for the sight in front of her was truly priceless, something she wanted for the sake of having something she could use to get on Batman's nerves for the rest of time. Alas, with a heavy heart, Catwoman helped Batman get free, the furious hero unbuckling the gag silencing him, finally able to take deep breath as he spit out some of the color which had entered his mouth from the gag. By the time they were done, Harley was long gone, however, Batman's gear was something she had left behind, wanting to escape in a hurry. Once again, the feline criminal found it heartbreaking to see Batman's chest and abs hidden behind his costume, but she knew that the pretty image in front of her would not last forever.

"Thank you."

It was more than she expected, the only words Batman spoke to her before disappearing into the night, grappling away.

"You owe me one, Batman!", Catwoman yelled after him, her mind already lost in the sea of possible ways for how Batman could repay her for saving his hide.
Just a random thought about the old Scooby-Doo show. Am I the only one who always thought that it would've been cool if on at least one occasion, Fred was the one captured instead of Daphne, and had to be rescued.
"Hey Mason, is everything ok?"

"Hm? Yeah, yeah..."

A month had passed since Mason and Tim encountered The Emperor, and the scars had only just begun to heal. The ordeal left its mark on the up and coming superhero, who, for the first time, experienced a battle with another person who has supernatural abilities. Had the Emperor not been put off by his apparent weakness, there was no telling what he would have done to them. And if it hadn't been for Mason, Tim was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to get back on his feet.

Mason, the cute young man he had rescued so many times without batting an eye, his enthusiastic smile and the gleam in his eyes the best reward The Timer could get for his noble deeds. Despite being captured and put through a terrible ordeal only to be used as bait for the hero who always came to the rescue, when The Timer was broken and shattered he was right there to help him get up and support him. And Tim would never stop being grateful for it.

"You sure?", Tim asked again, for Mason did not seem like everything was ok.

Ever since that night when he took off his mask and revealed his true identity to Mason, the young man had become an integral part of his life. If he wasn't questioning him about every aspect of The Timer, Mason was putting his investigative skills and resources, the same ones he had used when trying to deduce The Timer's identity, into finding out everything there was to know about Charles Wiseman, The Emperor. More importantly, he was a constant source of encouragement and support, helping motivate Tim to train and try to improve his control over his abilities. Whenever his confidence would falter, Mason was right there, smiling, ready to help him move forward.

There was no trace of that Mason in the depressed teenager siting next to Tim on the park bench. His eyes were focused on the ground, and even then, it seemed as if they were staring somewhere far into the Earth's core, and the smile Tim had come to enjoy so much was nowhere to be seen. Sensing something was wrong, Tim wrapped his arm around Mason's shoulder, pulling him closer. His fingers slowly moved through Mason's black hair, stroking his head, as he once again asked him if everything was ok. As Mason finally began talking, Tim thought he heard him sob.

"The newspaper has new owners."

"Ok."

"The Wiseman family."

Tim clenched his fist, the mere mention of that name forcing his body to shake. For a seconds, his body froze, tense, irritated, furious, before slowly relaxing, his fingers once again playing with Mason's hair as he tried to look as calm as he could while listening to the rest of Mason's story. Mason, on the other hand, didn't miss the change in Tim's behavior. He knew this wouldn't sit well with him, which is why he tried to hide it, but ultimately failed, his emotions getting the better of him.

"The new bosses at the office are Trenton Wiseman, Charles' son, and his partner Jonathan."

Tim was sure he felt Mason shaking with each word coming out of his mouth. He pulled him even closer, tightly embracing him, in an attempt to remind him that as long as he is next to him, he would keep him safe from harm. He had failed him once during the encounter with the Emperor, and promised himself he would never let that happen again. Listening to the rest of the story made him feel as if he had already broken his promise.

As Mason told him, once the papers were under new management, he had suddenly been promoted to the position of personal secretary to the new owners. A job which brought great pleasure to Trent and Jonathan as they figured out new ways of making Mason's life miserable. The office they used was remodeled, with the glass walls colored in a shade of black, making sure no one can see what is going on inside, including Mason's desk, which was now also located inside their office. All meetings with them had to be scheduled at least an hour in advance, otherwise, it was impossible to meet them, the duo claiming they had important work in order to make sure the newspaper strives to height it could have never achieved without the Wiseman family backing it. That work apparently meant being as mean to Mason as possible.

By then Mason was already crying. The teenager who had been kidnapped multiple times, his life in great peril, including capture by the Emperor, a superpowered supervillain, had been brought to tears by a pair of kids with money at their disposal. Tim felt anger building up inside of him as he listened to the rest of the story.

Mason would spend his day at his desk, his hands cuffed to the telephone, his only job to press the forward button whenever a call would come in, his hands unable to move or reach anything else even if he wanted to. Another vital part of his uniform, as his new bosses described it, was a red ballgag, which was buckled inside his mouth the moment he entered the office in the morning. The only time it would be removed was when someone was to come for a meeting, those times being the only occasions when his hands were freed as well. During the day, when they were bored, Trent and Jonathan would pick on Mason, or at times, on The Timer, knowing the gagged teen would be unable to talk back.

Tim knew what was coming next, as he himself had already told Mason the same thing once before. No one believed him, some maybe even refusing to do so out of fear. Speaking against the Wiseman family was a fight against an impenetrable wall of money and influence, something a normal person like Mason could never get through. He tried quitting, but was informed that the Wisemans would make sure he could never find a job again if he did so.

With his tale finished, Mason was completely silent, apart from his barely audible sobbing. Tim wrapped his other arm around him, his lips sinking into Mason's hair. He was silent too, unable to think of anything which would make the crushed teen feel better. But perhaps, there was something he could do about it. It wasn't the most noble of deeds, but feeling the trembling body in his arms, he wasn't feeling too heroic. It was time for Trent and Jonathan to pick on someone who can actually put up a fight.

***

It wasn't hard to find out that the two always stayed up late in the office long after everyone else was gone. Reaching the office, was an entirely different undertaking. The windows were in an isolated position on the building, meaning there was no way for him to get close enough to use his powers and open them. If he wanted to get in, he had to go through the front door, avoiding the night guard. As far as he could see, the small office building didn't have surveillance cameras installed, the previous owners most likely lacking the funds for anything more than a single guard and probably alarm systems inside.

Sneaking past the guard was far easier than Tim had expected, the old man snoring, having finished an entire box of donuts. Once inside, locks posed no challenge, The Timer easily able to reverse time to a point when they were unlocked. It didn't take long for him to reach the office of the pair which had caused Mason so much trouble. Tim stopped, his hand in mid air on the way to the door knob.

The Timer in him was telling him to run. As fast as he could, far away. The Timer was a superhero, a symbol of good and righteousness. Intimidating people and shaking them up was not something The Timer stood up for. In fact, it was something he was likely to oppose. This wasn't the right way to handle this, in a way of common brute. But the voice of reason inside Tim could not suppress the sound of Mason sobbing, the feeling of his trembling body on Tim's fingertips, the image of his unconscious body on the warehouse floor after the battle with the Emperor. He had failed to protect him once from harm at the hands of the Wiseman family. He would not let that happen again, for he knew that the only reason Mason was their target was their growing relationship. It was his responsibility to put a stop to it.

Tim burst into the office, pushing the door inside with his shoulder. He expected to catch Trent and Jonathan by surprise, using the advantage to get the upper hand. In that initial moment, he realized that he hadn't thought his plan through to the end, for once inside, he didn't have a clear plan beyond the initial idea of "shaking them up and intimidating them into leaving Mason alone". At that same moment, Tim found out that he had fallen into a trap. The door slammed shut behind him, and before he could react or use his powers, Trent and Jonathan jumped on him, bringing him down to the ground. Before the initial confusion wore off, the duo made sure Timer could not regain his composure and use his powers. Trent immediately sprayed a strange substance in The Timer's face, the superhero unable to escape inhaling the gas.

Jonathan wrapped himself around The Timer's legs, while Trent used the weight of his body to pin the hero's torso and arms to the floor. The knockout gas he had sprayed in his face was starting to take effect, the young man below him finding it impossible to focus his movement, his eyes frantically looking around the room.

"Nighty, night, Tim.", Trent said with a grin, as The Timer finally lost consciousness, the two letting go of his limp body and preparing for the next phase of their plan.

***

Mason nearly screamed as the beeping of his phone woke him up. It was past midnight, and he was unsure if he even cared about who was calling him. But then he got another message. And another one. His phone kept beeping until he finally picked it up.

"What the...", Mason whispered, covering his mouth in shock.

The number attached to the messages was not known to him, but it wasn't hard to figure out who was sending them. After all, each picture featured either Trent or Jonathan. And with them was Tim, in his Timer costume, stripped of his mask, which was now on Trent's face. The superhero was unconscious, taped up and sitting in a chair inside the room Mason recognized as the office back at the newspaper. Most of Tim's body was covered by silver duct tape, his ankles bound together, his arms lost behind his torso which was hidden behind a shiny, silver wall. His lips were motionless, visible through a layer of duct tape sealing them shut. The two had captured him, and were having fun taunting Mason with the fact his hero was now in their hands.

"Oh no... no, no, no...", Mason shut his mouth as he realized he could wake his parents, the thought of Tim going in there because of what he had told him sinking in. Another picture came, this time, Tim was coming to, with Trent pressing his cheeks and kissing his puckered, gagged lips.

It was all his fault, Mason thought. If only he didn't complain to Tim about his troubles, if only he had manned up and took care of it himself. Another photo. A paddle, accompanied by a winking emoji. Another one. Tim is pushed off the chair, forced on his knees, Jonathan pushing his torso down, their captive's butt high in the air, prepared for a spanking at the hands of his captors. It was the last picture Mason received. He sat in his bed for a couple of minutes, unable to move or speak.

Then, he jumped off his bed, picking up his clothes from the floor. Tim had saved him many times before. This time, it was his responsibility to save him, seeing as the very reason he was captured was Mason. Slowly, making sure not to wake his parents up, Mason slipped into their garage and took his bike outside, cycling off into the night, rushing to the newspaper building.

***

"Grmmmphhh!"

Tim screamed into the tape keeping his mouth shut as the paddle connected with his butt yet again. He was sweating and could barely feel his butt cheeks, but Trent and Jonathan showed no signs of giving up, as Trent swung the paddle again. The sound of The Timer's muffled screams was music to his ears, even better when he was the one dishing out the spanking, though he knew that Jonathan's turn was coming soon. Jonathan, on the other hand, was snapping pictures and sending them to Mason. Suddenly, as he hit send, he heard the sound of an incoming message right outside the office.

"Let him go!"

Looking up as much as the uncomfortable position he was in allowed him, Tim saw Mason standing at the door.

"Mmmmphn!"

Mason was trembling, but tried to hide it, acting as brave as he could. Frowning, he put on his most determined expression on, as he tried to think about every possible outcome and how he would make the best of it. Meanwhile, Jonathan stood up next to Mason's desk he had been leaning against, and slowly started walking towards him. Tim tried to say something through his gag, but Trent cut him off with a quick swing of a paddle. Withing moments, Jonathan was up in Mason's face.

"Or what?"

"Or I... I...", Mason started stuttering, his confidence faltering even more as Jonathan lightly pushed him back.

"Mmsp...grmmpph!"

Tim kept trying to reach Mason, fighting against the tape holding his lips shut, desperately trying to get it off, but no matter how hard he tried to pull his lips apart, or how much he rubbed the tape against the floor, he could not take it off. And every time he tried to say something, Trent would spank him, quickly silencing him.

"Come now, Tim, it's rude to interrupt other people when they talk! Don't be such a naughty boy or I might have to punish you.", Trent said jokingly, spanking his captive again. Meanwhile, Jonathan pushed Mason against a wall, cornering him.

"Come on, how are you going to save your little superhero boyfriend? Hit me?", he said, smirking, waiting for the reaction of Mason, whose confidence was long gone.

Still, without any other ideas, with his back against a wall, Mason took a deep breath, and threw a punch. Fighting was not Mason forte, and his punch packed neither strength nor speed. Jonathan easily moved out of the way, Mason's momentum carrying him forward. Tripping on a foot Jonathan had extended seeing Mason's vulnerability, the young man fell on the ground.

His inability to help Mason was eating Tim up from the inside. The tape on his lips and the paddle in Trent's hand made sure he couldn't speak, while the tight tape binding him refused to give in no matter how hard he struggled. He tried using his powers, but the pulsating pain in his butt cheeks, coupled with his own strong emotions prevented him from focusing.  Seeing Jonathan push Mason back on the ground as he tried to get up infuriated him even more, and he once again began fighting the tape holding him, screaming into his gag, ignoring continuous spanks coming his way. He desperately wanted to help Mason, who was forced on his stomach, his wrists crossed behind his back and taped together. For a brief second he looked Tim straight in his eyes, before Jonathan slapped a piece of tape over his eyes, finally wrapping multiple layers of duct tape over his captive's mouth.

"Nmmmmphh!", Tim screamed, as Jonathan pulled Mason up on his feet, once again pushing him against the wall.

"Well Trent, you have your own plaything, and now I have mine. I don't have to wait for my turn anymore.", he said, spanking Mason's butt with his hand, ignoring the muffled whimpers and groans of the bound and gagged teenager he was holding. 

As the sinister duo planned their fun with their captives, Tim tried his hardest to focus. Once again, Mason was in trouble because of him, the Wiseman family using him again to get to him. Mason had had a talent for getting into trouble long before Tim entered his life, but since then, he had stopped being captured by common crooks, the Wisemans being an entire different level of villains. He closed his eyes, the sight of the captured Mason making it even harder to focus, for if he was to rescue him, he had to forget the situation they were in. Remembering their previous encounter with the Emperor, Tim focused on the same thoughts he did back then, when he held the knocked out Mason in his hands.

The image of Mason the first time they met, as he pulled the bound and gagged teen out of a trunk of a car having beaten the goon which had kidnapped him. The sparkling in his eyes, his smile, his excitement. His thoughts once again dispersed as the paddle connected with his butt. Focusing again, Tim focused even more on Mason, the feeling of his hair on his fingertips, the feeling of his lips when he kissed him. The encouragement he feels when Mason smiles at him. With Mason occupying the entirety on his mind, he reached out to his powers, taking in a deep breath and extending the reach of his abilities further than ever before.

His eyes flew open, and time in the room froze. Trent's paddle hanging in the air on its way to deliver more spanking, Jonathan frozen while whispering something in Mason's ear. With the situation around him temporarily frozen, it was time for him to work on escaping his bonds. Putting in more effort, Tim focused specifically on the tape holding him, advancing the flow of time around it until it disintegrated into ash, his arms and legs flying apart now that they were finally free. The amount of effort needed to get rid of the tape took it's toll on Tim, who was feeling even more exhausted than before, a drop of blood falling from his nose. The paddle began shaking in the air, as time was fighting Tim's efforts to freeze it. Grabbing the can of knockout gas Trent had used on him, Tim gathered what little strength he had left, blood coming from his nose even more as he finally let time move forward.

Trent swung, his body spinning in the air with nothing to hit. Tim quickly sprayed the gas in Trent's face before he could realize what was going on. Hearing the commotion behind him, Jonathan turned around, only to have a cloud of gas engulf his face. As the two coughed until they were unconscious, Tim leaned against the wall, using what little strength he had left to rip the tape binding Mason's wrists, before collapsing on the floor.

Mason screamed as he took the tape from his eyes and saw Tim on the ground next to him, blood dripping from his nose. Dropping on his knees next to him, he felt a bit of relief hearing his heartbeat. Tim was still breathing, though Mason had no way of waking him up. There was a short blank in his mind, similar to the one he had the last time Tim used his powers around him. This was the only way he could explain how Tim freed himself and took out Trent and Jonathan. But this was far beyond anything he had ever achieved with his abilities, and must have taken its toll on him.

"Tim, Tim!"

Mason gently slapped Tim's cheeks, trying to wake him up.

"Please Tim, wake up! Please!"

"M... Mason..."

Mason sighed with relief. Tim was having troubles keeping his eyes opened and was exhausted, but he seemed alright. Wiping the blood off Tim's face with his sleeves, Mason could not contain his joy, tears running down his face as gave him a long kiss. The hero was still exhausted but after a couple of minutes, he was able to sit up with a bit of help from Mason.

"Are you alright, Tim?"

"I... I'll be ok, I just need to rest. Sorry Mason, I failed you again."

"What, no..."

"I let the Wisemans hurt you again."

"No, Tim, no..."

"I am not fit to be a hero, I..."

Mason kissed Tim again, shutting him up. Moving his face away, he tried to calm Tim down, telling him it was his fault for always getting into trouble. With regular crooks, somehow he could keep his cool. But with the Emperor, and subsequently with Trent and Jonathan, just like Tim, he felt intimidated and unable to fight back. But they couldn't let them bring them down. They had to show them their true strength, and fight them together.

"Mason...", Tim said, tears running down his face. Mason kissed him again, before helping him get up, allowing him to use his body as a way to stay on his feet. Before leaving, they retrieved Tim's mask from Trent's face, leaving their former captives unconscious in the room. Mason desperately wanted to give the two a taste of their own medicine, but felt it was more important to get Tim somewhere he could rest properly.

***

Charles Wiseman read the report Trent gave him of their encounter with The Timer. If what they experienced was true, The Timer had indeed grown stronger since the last time they had met. Indeed, all the young man needed was a little push. With more pushing, one day he might develop into a potential asset. Updating his file on The Timer, Mr. Wiseman shut down his computer and poured himself another glass of wine, enjoying the success his son had achieved.

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