Synopsis: Marcus and Damian are two friends that, after finding a DiD-based old comic, they decide to try and trick their mothers into it.

Shoutout to Robbro01, who had the original idea for this story

"Do you really think they'll far for that?" Marcus asked his friend, Damian.

"Absolutely! You'll see".

Both boys had been preparing a little scheme to indulge one of their fantasies, having both their mothers bound and gagged.

"Shush! They're coming!"

"I told you my mom would be faster!" Damian screamed, pushing Marcus as soon as Melanie Liberton, Damian's mom, and Janice Bertrand, Marcus' one, entered the living room wearing their matching yoga outfits since they got back home from their weekly yoga lesson.

Janice was wearing a pale pink pair of leggings and a sleeveless pink shirt, and Melanie wore the same outfit, colored in blue.

Marcus' cheeks flushed red.

"We'll see about that!"

The two friends had been plotting this moment for weeks, ever since they'd stumbled upon a dusty old comic book stash in the attic. The panels were filled with bound heroines, and the idea had taken root in their young minds like a wildflower in a neglected garden. The moms were blissfully unaware of the game their sons had concocted.

"Hey, boys, what's going on??" Melanie asked, frowning. "Why are you fighting?"

"It's nothing, Mrs. Liberton," Marcus said quickly, his eyes darting to the roll of duct tape they had hidden behind the couch.

"Yeah, just a little debate," Damian added.

“And what is this debate about?"

Marcus took a deep breath, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Well we found these comics where the superheroines were tied up and stuff... and were wondering which one of you two would escape first if you were in that situation."

"Tied up?" Janice raised an eyebrow. "What kind of comics have you been reading?"

"Just some old ones from the attic," Damian said with a shrug. "But it's just a hypothetical situation, right?"

The moms exchanged a confused look, but Marcus saw the glint of curiosity in Janice's eye. He took that as a cue to keep pushing.

“So, let's say you both had to escape from some bad guys. Who do you think could do it faster?"

"Me, obviously," Janice said, flexing her arm muscles playfully. "I've got the strength of a panther."

“Hold on, Mrs. Bertrand," Melanie countered, placing a hand on her hip. "I've got the agility of a cat!"

Marcus and Damian looked at each other with wide grins, their hearts racing. This was going better than they had ever hoped.

"Alright, if you're both so confident, why don't we put it to the test?" Marcus suggested, trying to keep his voice steady.

"But with what?" Janice asked, her curiosity piqued.

Damian leaped up from the couch, grabbing the roll of duct tape and several coils of rope from its hiding spot.

"We've got this," he said, holding up their makeshift bondage gear.

"Well, what do you say Mrs. Bertrand? Up for a little bit of a challenge?"

"You bet!!"

Both kids exchanged glare.

"Fine," Melanie said, crossing her arms. "But if I'm going to be tied up, you're tying me up, Marcus. And Damian, you do the same with Marcus' mom. That way, we'll be sure there are not loose knots nor cheating."

"Agreed," Janice said, with a smug look at Damian.

"Wait a second", Damian interrupted. "As we were talking about superheroines getting tied up, it would be cool if you could dress up like that, don't you think, mom!? "

"Hmm..." Melanie thought for a moment. "I guess, you got a point, honey. Alright Janice, let's go and get dress to part. I think, I have some fitting outfits for us."

Both moms left and went to change in Melanie's room.

A little later, Marcus and Damian heard the clicking sound of high heeled shoes on the wooden floor.

"Alright, here we are as we already indicated, catwoman and black panther".

With their hands on the hip, both moms stood in front of their sons whose jaws were about to drop on the floor. Both moms were wearing skintight, shiny black spandex catsuits. While Melanie, alias catwoman, wore knee high black leather boots and a pair of cat ears as hair accessories, Janice, alias black panther, additionally wore shoulder length black pvc gloves as well as black overknee pvc boots.

Marcus' hands trembled slightly as he approached Melanie with the rope, his heart pounding in his chest. This was really happening. He carefully began to wrap the rope around her wrists, feeling the smoothness of her skin against the rough fibers. She playfully squirmed, but allowed him to secure the knots. The tension in the room grew as Damian did the same to Janice, who was laying down on the floor, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"So, can we start wriggling free?" Melanie asked when they had their wrists completely tied.

"We're not even close, mom" Damian replied as he grabbed another piece of rope and approached Janice's elbows.

"Humm... okay, I guess you guys can add some more pieces".

Marcus took the cue and gently urged his mom to lay on the floor face down. She complied, looking slightly confused but still going along with the game. Damian followed suit with Janice, and soon both women were lying side by side, their wrists tied behind their backs. The boys worked swiftly, wrapping rope around their calves, then ankles, and finally securing the ropes to the elbows. The moms giggled as they felt the tug of the ropes, but their smiles began to fade as the knots grew tighter.

"Boys, don't you think this is a bit too much?" Janice asked, apparently worried.

"Are you chickening out?" Melanie teased her friend, trying to hide her own nervousness.

Marcus and Damian ignored the question, the excitement of their plan overshadowing any concerns. They continued their work, tightening the knots around Janice's and Melanie's knees, then wrapping the rope around their leather and pvc boots, and finally up to their thighs. The women's laughter turned into grunts of effort as they tried to keep their balance and maintain the playful spirit of the game.

"How much time do we have to escape?"

"No limits, mom. First one wins. And now..."

Marcus took the rope to Janice's ankles, while Damian did the same to Melanie. They began to loop and tie, creating a tight hogtie that left their moms' legs bent in a painful position behind their backs. The women's giggles turned to gasps as the reality of their predicament set in. They hadn't anticipated the boys' seriousness.

"Guys, I'm not sure about this," Janice panted as Marcus tightened the last knot.

"It's just for fun, Mrs. Bertrand," Damian said, trying to sound reassuring despite the grin stretching across his face.

"Yeah, come on, mom. We're just playing," Marcus echoed, his voice shaking slightly. "Okay, now time for your gags, so we can start".

"Wait? Gags? No, we didn't agree to that. Stop this right now!"

Ignoring the panic in their moms' voices, the two friends took their mothers' socks, which they had conveniently placed beside them. The soft cotton filled their hands, and the smell of their moms' familiar scent made their heads swim with excitement and fear.

"No, boys, this isn't fun anymore. Untie us right nowpffffffffffffff!!" Melanie protested as Marcus shoved both her socks inside her mouth.

The women's eyes widened in shock, and muffled sounds of protest filled the air as they tasted the fabric and felt the socks fill their mouths.

Marcus' hands trembled slightly as he grabbed the roll of duct tape. The sticky sound echoed in the room as he began to unroll it. He paused for a brief moment, his eyes meeting Janice's, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and horror. He swallowed hard and pressed the edge of the tape against her mouth, sealing the sock inside. Janice's muffled screams grew quieter as the tape covered her lips, and then her cheeks, leaving only her wide eyes to express her discomfort.

Damian mirrored Marcus' actions, his heart racing as he applied the tape to Melanie's face. Her eyes watered, and she struggled against the ropes, but his excitement was too intense to allow for any doubt or guilt to creep in. He wrapped the tape around her head, ensuring the sock stayed in place, creating a muffled moan with each turn. The sight of both women, bound and gagged, was more thrilling than they had ever imagined.

"Now you can start. Let's see who wins!"

Marcus took a step back, his chest heaving from the excitement of seeing Janice's taped mouth and the tightly bound figure of Melanie on the floor. The moms' muffled protests grew more insistent, but the boys were too far gone to listen. The game was on.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Janice protested.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Melanie joined her.

Ignoring their muffled cries, Marcus and Damian turned to their video games, eager to revel in the power dynamics playing out before them. The living room was a silent battleground of flailing limbs and muffled sounds of struggle, contrasting sharply with the digital worlds of explosions and victory tunes from their computer screens.

Marcus' thumbs danced over the controller as he immersed himself in an intense battle royale, his eyes flickering between the screen and the bound form of Mrs. Liberton. Every twitch of her legs, every desperate tug at the ropes, was a silent reminder of his own triumph. Meanwhile, Damian's eyes remained glued to his racing game, the revving engines drowning out the muffled pleas of his own mother.

Hours passed by and the night arrived, the kids still attached to the TV screen. As for the two women, they kept fighting their bonds, with no success.

As the clock struck ten, Marcus yawned and looked at Damian.

"I'm beat, man. Let's call it a night," he suggested. Damian nodded in agreement, his eyes red from the screen's glow.

"Yeah, let's hit the sack."

They turned off the TV and glanced at their mothers, who had exhausted themselves.

"You guys still okay?" Marcus called out, feigning nonchalance.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" the muffled noises and the shake of their heads were their only reply.

"Alright, we're going to sleep. You tell us who won when you get out," Marcus said, trying to sound casual despite the excitement bubbling inside him.

Damian smirked.

"Good luck catwoman and black panther."

Then, both kids leave their helplessly struggling mothers, who kept protesting through their massive gags, only to be ignored by their children.