Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2006 13:02:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom C <fanofeet@yahoo.com>
Subject: Frankie In The Middle Part 1

This story is a total work of fiction. I do not know the sexual preference
of the actor (s) mentioned in this story. Please feel free to email any
comments to Fanofeet@yahoo.com. I may continue on with this story if there
is interest. Enjoy. "Malcolm in the middle" is copyright of of Fox
Television.


	Frankie Muniz had just finished wrapping up another episode of
Malcolm in the Middle. This episode was a funny one and he looked
incredibly sexy in it. I had the urge to get this boy and knew that I would
be in California on vacation in two weeks. I had to plan this out so it
would be perfect and that I would never get caught. Plus I would need some
help.


	After dinner, I called my friend Vincent up. He and I were into
each other and were always saying that we would love to get some hot
celebrity all to ourselves and have our way with him. We had thought about
Jesse McCartney and Aaron Carter. They were a little older and would
probably be hard to get. Vincent was all in as soon as I mentioned
Frankie's name.


	We did some research on our own. People do not realize how much
information you can get of the internet. We found out the lot they film on,
days they film and all the other important info one would need to plan
something like this. We booked a rental van from home and we were all
ready. Tomorrow would be our flight and then final planning for Friday
afternoon.


	After going over our plan all night, it was now or never. We set
off in the van for Fox's tv lot number 13. They would be filming from 11am
until about 3 pm. Break for lunch/dinner and then would start up again
around 6:30. We had plenty of time to get in and out. We parked the van as
close to the trailer area as we could. Turns out that the fences aren't
really high and there aren't many cameras around. This should be easy. We
bought tickets for the tour and upon entering the lot, we quickly left the
group and headed over to lot 13. It was about 3:15 in the afternoon and we
got ready as Frankie and Justin Berfield headed out of the closed set
area. They walked passed us while talking with each other about some girl
they saw on set and were still nice enough to say hello as they passed.


	As we watched the boys head off in front of us, we slowly started
to follow them. Seemed security thought they were old enough to be left
alone and we were fine with that. After a minute of two, the boys went in
different directions. Frankie went to the left and Justin to the right. We
followed Frankie around a bend and watched him go into a trailer. Vincent
surveyed the area and made sure it was all clear.  It seemed ok, so we made
our move. The plan was simple. Vincent would make a banging sound against
the door and hit the ground like he passed out. When Frankie opened the
door I would tell him that my friend passed out from the heat and needed
some water. Hopefully he would turn to go inside and I would grab him and
stuff the chloroform soaked rag against his face and we would put him into
the oversized bag that Vincent had in his backpack. Then off with the
prize.


	Vincent did his thing and before I knew it, Frankie opened up the
door. He was wearing a pair of Nike Sandals and a pair of basketball shorts
plus a Lakers Jersey.  He asked what happened and I told him my friend
needed some water. He said that he would get some and as he turned, I
reached up and clamped my hand over his mouth. To make sure we weren't
seen, we pushed Frankie inside his trailer and wrestled him to the
ground. Vincent followed behind me and closed the door to the
trailer. Frankie tried to get away, but we tackled him and put the rag over
his nose and mouth. He mumbled and made some groaning noises, but was out
in a few seconds. While Vincent took out the bag, I began to empty the
contents of my backpack. I took out some rope and some duct tape. I started
tying Frankie's hands behind his back and then worked my way down to his
sexy feet. I have always had a thing for beautiful male feet, and his were
gorgeous. I took off his sandals and then tied some rope around his
ankles. He was then hogtied with a piece of rope meeting the ankles and
hands. I grabbed a sock I saw on a couch that felt like it was just worn
and rolled it up into a ball. I stuffed it into Frankie's mouth and sealed
it in with duct tape. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

	Vincent decided to check on our escape. He opened the door to the
trailer and looked around. I was inside stuffing Frankie into the oversized
gym bag. After I finished zipping the bag , Vincent walked back into the
trailer. Coast was clear and we were ready to go with out prize. We
carefully opened the door to the trailer and carried the bag out over our
shoulders. Frankie wasn't that heavy and I stuffed him in so well, in a
ball, that I could carry the bag myself if someone came by. We didn't need
to worry as we got to the fence's near our van. Vincent jumped over and I
handed him the bag. While I was getting over, he placed the bag into the
side door of the van. We were almost away. I got into the side door and
Vincent went into the front driver side and started the van. Once we were
away, I let out a big sigh of relief. I knew this was better than
planned. Not one person stopped us on our way to our hotel room.

	I began to unzip the bag and began to get hard immediately. Here
was Frankie Muniz tied up and in my presence. This would be a fun trip and
rest of the day. I pulled Frankie out of the bag and began to check on his
health. He seemed to be breathing ok, so I put him back in and joined
Vincent in the front seat. Upon pulling into the parking lot of the Marriot
Hotel, we got an even better surprise. There were no cars in the lot on our
side of the hotel. Again, this seemed to be another easy task. We parked
the van and Vincent went to open side door to the stairs of our hotel. I
opened the van door and got the bag out. I carried it to Vincent and we
went inside. Up one flight of stairs and we were done. Of course this
wouldn't go perfectly. Someone was coming down the stairs. No panic tho. It
was two kids, a cute boy and girl going to the pool I guess. Once they
passed, we hurried to our room. Vincent opened the door and I rushed in
with the bag. Me and Vincent kinda hugged to celebrate but both agreed that
we wanted our prize. Vincent began to get the ropes out of the drawer we
put them in earlier and I opened the bag. Frankie kind of rolled out of the
bag, still asleep. I started to untie him as Vincent set up some rope. Two
pieces on the headboard, 1 on each side, and one piece just lying on the
foot end of the bed.

	First thing I did was strip myself down to my boxers. Vincent
followed suit and we then went to work on our prize. We each took and arm
and tied them to the ropes on the headboard. I them went down to his sexy
feet. I took the rope and tied his ankles together. I couldn't resist as I
took a whiff of his soles and toes and even stuck my tongue out and licked
his right sole. I was so rock hard now. When I was done, Vincent took a
pair of scissors and cut off Frankie's Jersey and his basketball shorts. He
was now lying there in just a pair of Tommy boxers. How sexy it looked. We
decided to take off the gag and wait for him to get up. After about 10
minutes he began to stir and within seconds, he opened his eyes. After
struggling with his arms and feet for a few seconds, he looked over at us
and asked us what the fuck was going on. We told him that we wanted to have
some fun with him and he was going to be our Bitch. He tried to get free
again and when realized that he wasn't going anywhere, he began to yell for
help. Vincent quickly grabbed one of his socks and within seconds stuffed
it into Frankie's mouth. I secured it with another sock, mine this time.

	W advised Frankie that yelling was going to make this worse and he
was going to pay for that. Myself and Vincent decided to take off our
boxers and show that we meant business. When Frankie saw this, he began to
squirm quite a bit. It was actually sexy. He was in more shock when we took
the scissors and cut of his boxers. There before us was a beautiful cut ,
soft cock. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Me and Vincent each
stood over him on one side and while stroking our own cocks, I said out
loud, " Hey Vincent, looks like Frankie is really going to be in the
middle."


End of part I

Tell me what you think. I know it was long, but it had to set up the
story. If it seems that this story is liked, I will write more
chapters. Fanofeet@yahoo.com.