Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M (Restoration in Progress)

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:56 pm

PRISONER IN THE BACKYARD

WARNING: TEXT AND ILLUSTRATIONS OF A GRAPHIC NATURE


CHAPTER 1 – Ron’s Discovery

Ron was a pretty normal kid. At a few months past the age of 13, he was about 5’ 6” (160 cm) and weighed 132 pounds (60 kg). He had blond hair, blue hairs, and good looks – and was active in school sports. His activities were pretty typical for an American boy his age – until one quiet Saturday morning in early October he decided to pay a visit to his friends Robin and Fred Karma without calling ahead first. This decision to pay a surprise visit to his best friends changed his life considerably.

The Karma brothers were the sons of Somali parents, but had been born in America. Fred was a year younger than Ron while his brother Fred was a year older than Ron. Being as close to the age of one as he as to the other, Ron had made friends with them both, and they’d often spent much time playing together from the time they were in grade school.

Ron rode his bike to the Karma farm and knocked on the door. When no one answered even after several attempts, he was about to leave when he heard sounds of soft laughter and at least one familiar voice coming from the woods right behind the barn that stood at some distance from the Karma house. Figuring he’d find at least one of his friends there, Ron walked over to where he heard the sounds to check them out.

He found them all right. Just as soon as Ron round the corner of the barn he saw Robin, wearing nothing more than a set of cut-off shorts, lying down on the grass between a pair of small trees. There was nothing unusual about that… except that his wrists were bound securely with clothesline around one tree and his ankles bound equally securely around the other, and he was gagged with someone’s t-shirt. A shirtless red-headed boy Ron didn’t know (although he was about Ron’s own age) was sitting on Robin’s chest and merrily slapping Robin in the face.
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Ron might have reacted in anger and rushed forward to help his friend Robin except for two other things. For one thing, Fred was there as well; sitting on Robin’s stomach… looking as dismayed at the sight of Ron as the red-headed boy (who stopped slapping Robin the moment he became aware of Ron’s presence). Since Ron was sure that Fred wouldn’t help some other kid hurt Robin, he figured it was some sort of game. Besides this, Robin himself looked as dismayed to see Ron as wee his two tormentors. This seemed more the reaction of someone sorry to have their fun interrupted than it was of someone happy to see a potential rescuer arrive.

Ron paused in awkward silence; uncertain who was feeling the most uncomfortable about his sudden intrusion into the scene. None of the other three looked angry or resentful; just highly embarrassed. Deciding that the best thing to do would simply be to leave, Ron backed away and held out his hands in placation. “Whoops! Sorry guys! I guess I’m intruding! I’ll just go away now! Bye!”

Fred suddenly jumped up and hurried toward Ron, which startled the older blond boy a bit until he realized the other boy wasn’t following suit. “Wait Ron! Don’t go!” Fred pleaded to his friend in a voice meant to soothe rather than threaten. Ron continued to back away while Fred continued forward, though Fred made no attempt to close the distance between them. “Please, Ron! Wait! Robin and I can explain everything!”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, dude!” Ron said as he turned around and walked rapidly toward his bicycle. “It’s none of my business!”

“But we *want* you to understand!” Fred insisted, sounding more scared than anything else. “Please, will you just let me explain?”

Ron paused as he stood beside his bicycle and looked back. He and Fred were still alone; the red-headed boy had remained with Robin. As far as Ron could see, he was making no move to untie Robin but merely continued to sit on him – though the attentions of both boys were clearly focused on him and Fred now. Fred was big for his age but still smaller and lighter than Ron; he certainly posed no threat to Ron even if he were angry, which at the moment he definitely did not seem to be. Deciding that Fred wouldn’t be likely to try to fight him nor succeed even if he tried, Ron relaxed and nodded his acquiescence.

“Wanna a drink?” Fred asked he beckoned Ron toward the house.

It was a hot day for October so Ron nodded in agreement. Fred walked him to the house and got a can of ice-cold soda for him and another for himself. The two sat at the kitchen table for a moment and Fred sought for the right words to ease his friend’s concerns.

“Ron, I don’t know what you think of what you saw, but we’re just having a little harmless fun,” Fred told him earnestly. “It’s just a game. Come on back and join us! It’s nothing that’s private from *you*! Honest! And it’s fun, too!”

“Why have you got Robin all tied up then if it’s so fun?” asked Ron in some puzzlement.

“But that’s the whole point of the game, replied Fred with a smile. “Robin and I like to tie up and torment each other. We take turns when our parents aren’t around to see us!”
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“Take turns?” asked Ron in surprise. “You mean you’ve done this before?”

“Sure! Lots of times!” Fred relied with unfeigned nonchalance.

“How long have you been… doing it?” Ron asked, becoming somewhat fascinated now.

“We’ve been ‘doing it’ for years now,” replied Fred. “We didn’t tell anyone else about it because we were afraid that people would think we were queer or something.”

“So who’s the other kid?” asked Ron as the two finished their sodas and stepped outside again. “How’d he find out?”

“That’s Donny Allen,” Fred explained. “He found out just a couple of weeks ago; pretty much the same way you did. He caught us together behind the backstop fence by the baseball field after classes were out for the day. I’d tied Robin’s hands behind his back and tied his feet together, and I was twisting his nose when Danny saw us. Luckily it wasn’t the other way around; Danny might’ve reacted differently had he seen Robin on top of me, since Robin is bigger than he is. But as it was, I was smaller and lots less intimidating; and Danny came closer when I invited him over. Seeing that Robin didn’t seem to mind his presence, Donny quickly grew bolder. I a minute or so, he even asked me if I wanted any help beating Robin up!

“We were both curious to see what Donny would do, so we silently agreed to let him do whatever he wanted. So Donny began sitting on Robin’s chest and slapped his face – over and over again – while I sat on Robin’s stomach and let him. I even encouraged him to hit Robin even harder. So did Robin; he was laughing and even began egging Donny on! Before long, Donny and I were taking turns finding fresh ways to ‘torment’ Robin – who loved every moment of it! Donny was so enthusiastic about this that we invited him home to sit on and torment Robin and – before long – me, on a regular basis.


“Within
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a couple of days, Donny was letting Robin and me sit on him and tease him as well, though we don’t tie him up yet. I think he’ll soon be ready to let us though. We thought of inviting you too after all, you’re our best friend. But we didn’t want to risk spoiling what’s been a good, long friendship. We were afraid of how you’d react – especially to the idea of tying up and sitting on *us* yourself!”

“Yeah, I’m not sure how I’m reacting to that idea myself yet,” Ron replied; but he was laughing and grinning happily when he said it.

Encouraged, Fred pressed the matter gently. “So, would you like to try it?” he asked Ron.

“Are you sure you’d want *me* to tie you up and sit on you and – and torment you too?” Ron asked hesitantly.

“I sure would,” Fred replied with unfeigned eagerness. “More than anything!” Then he calmed down and proceed more cautiously; “So… uhh… how do you feel about that?”

“What about the other way?” Ron asked neutrally.

“You mean us doing it to you? No, not until you freely tell us we can,” Fred insisted. “Even if you say never, that’s fine with us as long as you’d do it to us!”

Ron hesitated for only another moment. “Got any rope handy?”

“Sure! There’s plenty of rope in the barn!” Fred replied with an eager smile. Apparently too eager to wait, he ran into the barn to find some rope while Ron walked more slowly behind him. By the time Ron entered the barn, Fred had found a coil of rope hanging from a large nail in the wall, took it down, and was dumping it into Ron’s arms. Then he turned his back to Ron and quickly crossed his wrists behind his back to await his tie-up.

Ron tied Fred’s wrists securely behind his back, and then coiled more rope behind the boy’s arms as well. Once he was finished there, he tied Fred’s ankles and then his legs above and below the knees. By the time this was done, Fred was securely trussed up.
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“Is that rope too tight?” Ron asked as he helped Fred ease himself down to a lying down position on the hay-covered floor.

“There’s no such thing as too tight!” Fred asserted with a smile as he gestured with a nod of his head for Ron to sit on him.

Ron immediately stepped over the younger boy’s body and knelt down gently on his belly. “Am I too heavy?” Ron asked hesitantly.

“There’s no such thing as too heavy either,” Fred asserted. “Well, not with you anyway! And the hay makes a nice soft cushion – even if it *is* a bit itchy!”

“So… has it occurred to you that now you’re at my mercy?” Ron asked hesitantly – perhaps concerned Robin or Donny might show up to dispute this claim. “What would you do if I decided to do something mean to you – assuming the others didn’t stop me?”

“They won’t interfere,” Fred replied confidently. “What did you have in mind?”

“What if I tickle you?” Ron replied, voicing the first thing he thought of. “I know you’re very ticklish just below your ribs!”

“Go for it!” Fred replied cheerfully. “Come on! Do it!”

So Ron tickled the younger boy; sending him into near hysterics within moments. Ron continued to tickle hi for five minutes; easing up only when Fred appeared to be having trouble catching his breath.

“Got any other ideas?” Fred asked happily even while he was still breathing hard.

“Like what?” Ron asked uncertainly; he couldn’t think of anything else he dared do; not to a friend like Fred anyway.

“Like anything!” Fred replied. “Pretend I’m not your friend. Pretend you hate me. Then do whatever you want to me. That’s all part of the game too!”

“Are you serious?” Ron asked doubtfully. “You’d let me do whatever I wanted and you wouldn’t get mad at me?”

“I’d *never* get mad at you, Ron,” Fred asserted quietly. “So please do whatever you can imagine. Don’t even tell me what it is first! As long as you don’t cut or bruise me or break anything, it’s okay! Really!”

“Well then, let’s see if you really mean that,” Ron replied as he removed his shirt; he’d already gotten warmed up by his exertions and didn’t want to make his shirt sweaty when he exerted himself even more for what he planned next.

TBC
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jan 30, 2011 4:05 pm

Chapter 2 – Ron’s Enjoyment

Ron knelt down over Fred’s chest, facing toward his feet, and sat on Fred’s face. The he began to twist Fred’s nipples as hard as he could. Fred squirmed and twisted underneath him, but did not seem particularly distressed by what Ron was ding to him.

Suddenly two familiar figures darkened the doorway; Robin and Donny were looking straight at Ron and what he was doing. For a moment Ron thought Robin would be angry and attack him. Then he saw that both boys were smiling happily at him. Obviously neither he nor Donny was in the slightest bit outraged with Ron.

“Hi, Ron,” Robin said to as cheerfully as if it were just another ordinary day; putting Ron perfectly at ease. “I see you’re getting into the spirit of the game after all. I’m sure glad of that. Okay if we join you?”

“Uhh… I guess so, if ‘s okay with Fred,” Ron replied hesitantly.

“Cool,” replied Robin as he and Donny slowly walked over. Ron started to stand up, but Robin spoke again. “No, don’t get up! Donny and I have plenty of room!”

The two boys both casually sat downs sideways on top of Fred’s stomach and legs as if he were a mere piece of furniture. If the smaller boy had any objection to having two more boys larger than he was on top of him, he showed absolutely no sign of it. The single noise he made sounded more like a sigh of contentment than one of resignation.

Don sat closest to Ron and introduced himself. “Robin’s told me all about you,” he told the blond boy as they shook hands. “I assume Fred’s told you about me at the same time. Anyway, I hope you and I can be as good friends as they are.”

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“Hi Donny… pleased to meet you,” Ron replied sincerely as he rose slightly to give Fred a literal breather. “Of course, I’m still unsure what to think of all this.”

“Yeah, it was a bit of a shock to me at first too!” Don told him with a touch of ruefulness as h bounced gently on Fred’s belly. “But you’ll get used to it. As Fred and Robin both keep telling me themselves, it’s *cool* to have someone completely at your mercy! Here, help me get Robin tied up again, and we can both have some fun with them.”

Donny handed Ron a piece of rope he’d had wound around his belly as he and Robin both stood up. Bemused, Ron stood up as well and began tying Robin’s wrists behind his back while Don got down on his knees and tied Robin’s ankles together. Fred merely continued to lie quietly on the floor watching the other two boys tie up his brother.

“I can get used to the idea of tying up and tormenting someone, I guess,” Ron told Donny as he cinched the ropes around Robin’s wrists tightly and then started to tie his elbows. “But I don’t know if I’m ready to let any of guys do any of the same stuff to me*!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Donny replied nonchalantly as he finished tying Robin’s ankles and proceeded to loop more rope above and below the older boy’s knees. “Take it one step at a time. I don’t even let them tie *me* up yet! But I probably will soon.”

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“We don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do, Ron,” Robin assured him with a smile as the boys laid him down on the floor beside Fred. “We’ll always respect whatever boundaries you set up for yourself. We just want you to have fun… and Fred and I are perfectly happy being the ones who get ted up!”

Donny knelt down to sit on Robin’s chest while Ron resumed sitting on Fred.

“Wanna see who can make one of them cry out first?” Donny challenged Ron with a mischievous grin.

“You mean *hurt* them?” Ron replied nervously. “Gee… I don’t know…”

“It’s okay! We do it all the time!” Don assured him. “It’s their favorite game I torture ‘em, and they resist crying out as long as possible. Loser is whoever yells first, and then the loser gets tortured extra hard by the other two. You want to start first?”

“Uhhh… no thanks; you go first,” Ron replied; wishing to see Donny demonstrate before he did anything to hurt Fred.

Donny wasted no time, but proceeded to bounce on Robin’s unprotected belly – apparently just as hard as he could. Robin resisted making a sound for a few moments, even though this treatment obviously hurt, but finally was forced to cry out; “Oof! Oww! Umph! Unh! Ohh! Arrgh! Oww!” Despite this, Donny continued to bounce on him with no let-up whatsoever.

“Hit me, Ron,” Fred suddenly asked the blond boy atop hm.

“Gee, I don’t want to hurt you, Fred!” Ron replied quietly while still watching in utter fascination as Donny tormented Robin. It wasn’t just the sight of his friend enjoying his torment that kept Ron’s attention riveted either; watching the play of Donny’s muscles and lean torso as he continued to bounce also had a fascination for him as well.

“Come on, Ron! Don’t be a wimp!” Fred challenged him insistently. “HIT ME!”

Ron reluctantly turned his eyes away from Donny and Robin to look down at Fred, who was looking up at him with a merry twinkle in his eye and a grin full of mischief. “Okay, punk! You asked for it!” Ron replied with new sternness in his voice. “Si now you’re going to get it! And with that he slapped Fred’s face hard.

Fred turned his head to look back up at Ron with a sly grin. “Aw, come on!” he said tauntingly. “Can’t you hit harder than *that*?!”

Ron raised his hand to slap again, but hesitated.

“Come on, Ron! Hit him!” Donny called to him; apparently having been watching and listening to their exchange. “Fred isn’t made of glass! He won’t break if you whack him a few hard ones!”

“But I’m afraid of going too far, Donny!” Ron protested.

“You *can’t* go too far with *these* two,” Donny said with a laugh as he stood up and walked over to stand beside Ron and Fred. “Here, move over for a few moments and I’ll show you how it’s done!”

Ron obligingly scrabbled backwards on his knees until he was kneeling on Fred’s lower belly rather than on his chest. Don stepped over Fred’s prone body and knelt down on his chest. Then he balled up his fists, flexed his arms back until the lean muscles in his arms stood out, and he punched Fred hard in the face like a boxer seeking to KO his opponent. His arms worked like pistons as he continued to beat Fred in the face like a punching bag; so hard and so noisily that Ron was certain that Fred must be getting beaten unconscious. Yet when Donny finally let up after about a full minute, Fred seemed unfazed except for a few new bruises on his face. In fact, he was grinning happily.

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Donny and Ron switched places again, and Donny sat on Fred’s belly side-saddle while Ron resumed kneeling on Fred’s chest. The blond boy looked at his younger friend with mingled horror and admiration. “Holy shit! You actually *like* getting beaten up like that!?” he asked Fred in amazement.

“Only by my friends, Ron,” Fred replied cheerfully as the bruises on his face began to swell up. “I hope this doesn’t scare you!”

Ron looked at Fred in silent wonder for a mentor two more. Then he smiled and balled up his own fists. “Nope! Not now that it’s all been explained to me!”

And he happily began to beat up his friend as hard as he could. Robin lay beside them and smiled in approval, as did Donny from his position atop Fred’s belly. Ron would definitely be a fine addition to their tie-up-and-torture club!

TBC
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jay Feely » Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:03 pm

I enjoy your stories Jason Toddman, and this one is really good with nice description and unique tortures. I would take the place of any of the boys in any time. Thanks for sharing.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Jan 31, 2011 8:03 am

Good begining! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jan 31, 2011 3:53 pm

Chapter 3 – Ron Gets Bad News

From the time Ron and Don got together to tie up and torment Fred and Robin, Ron knew that he was hooked. He had so much fun that first day that there was no way he could be away from the other three more often than he absolutely had to be. As Donny had said, having someone at your mercy – even someone who willingly placed themselves in that situation – was very addictive to him. Also, Donny and Ron had become fast friends from the moment they began trading suggestions on how to torment their friends.

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Every day after school and through the weekends, Ron visited the Karma farm every chance he got. Don was always there too, while Fred and Robin’s parents always seemed to be away somewhere else. And the two visitors spent a pleasant afternoon unwinding from school tormenting Fred and Robin in ways that would have made any school bully sit up and take notice (and plenty of notes).

By the following weekend, Donny was letting Ron sit on him and practice some gentle tortures on him too. Donny still didn’t let anyone tie him up or torture him in any serious manner yet; but Ron began to guess it was only a matter of time before he finally did. But for the next few months, it was Ron and Don who were tormenting Fred and Robin at each and every opportunity. Such torments didn’t always involve sitting on them either (although it was obvious that this was their favorite activity). One trick the two Karma boys especially enjoyed was being hung upside down by their feet like slabs of beef; and sometimes they’d be left like that for hours at a time.

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By the following spring, when Ron turned 14, he would let one of the other three sit on him as well – though at first only one at a time. Before summer vacation began however, Ron would let all three of the other boys sit on him and tease him at the same time. He still would let no one tie him up however, and neither did Donny. Also, there was nothing at all sexual about their games; though the often went lightly clothed when they played together, there was no nudity or any kind of intimate touching involved between them.

Their TUGs went without a hitch until late May, when on got some bad news. His folks decided that they wanted to spend a second honeymoon in Europe for the entire summer – without Ron. Ron was not too upset about not getting to go to Europe; he thought he was going to get the entire house to himself for the summer! Yay; TUGs galore with Don, Fred, and Robin in the comfort of his own home!!! But then the other shoe dropped; Ron learned that he wasn’t going to get the house to himself after all; his older cousin Gaylord would be spending the summer with him – as his babysitter!!!

Ron didn’t like Gaylord; in fact, in Ron’s humble opinion, Gaylord was a frigging geek! It was an opinion he expressed quite loudly while complaining to his father while trying to convince him that he was old enough to take care of himself.

“Son, you’re getting to be a big boy, but you’re *not* ready to take care of this house or yourself for three months without help,” Ron’s father told him kindly. “You’re not even old enough to drive yet, and it’s too far to the nearest store for you to get groceries on foot or riding your bicycle.”

“But why Gaylord?” Ron asked; hating the whiny tone his voice was taking.

“Because he’s 16, and old enough and responsible enough to watch out for you,” his father replied. “He has a driver’s license, so he can drive the spare car to shop and to take you places. And since his folks are traveling to Europe with us, he needs somewhere to go and something to do – so he’s kindly agreed to spend the summer here with you.”

“Yeah – as a *babysitter*!” snapped Ron, with a tone of voice that implied that Baby-sitters were horribly slimy things that crawled out from under a rock.

“Well, you’re only roving to me that you *need* a babysitter, son!” retorted Ron’s dad without once losing the good humor in his voice; and that was the end of that!

Ron’s only response was a sigh of resignation.

Angry and upset by this turn of events, Ron felt a great need to talk it over with his three best friends – and perhaps seek some consolation in a little torture-fun. So he rode his bike as fast as he could go to the Karma farm (releasing some pent up energy in the process), rode right up to the front door, and pounded on it hard enough to rattle it.

Fred answered the door; wearing only a set of gym shorts and a puzzled look on his face.
“Hi, Ron!” Fred greeted him as he stood aside to invite Ron inside. “Come on in. We weren’t expecting you today… I thought you said you had homework to catch up on…”

“Nuts to it,” Ron replied with a sigh. “I need someone to talk over some problems with.”

“Donny and Robin are up in Robin’s room,” Fred replied. “Do you want to talk with them too?”

“Not yet,” replied Ron as he walked into the living room with Fred and took off his shirt.” I think I’d prefer a little one-on-one consultation first.”

“Sure,” replied Fred agreeably. “You want to be up or down today?”

“Already feel down today, so I may as well just go with it,” replied Ron as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.

“Okay. Want to lie down on the sofa?” asked Fred.

“Fine by me, Doctor Freud,” replied Ron with a sardonic smile as he walked over to the sofa and lay down on it facing upward; his head propped up with his arms on the right sofa arm and his feet crossed comfortably on the left. Fred then stepped in front of the sofa, turned around facing away from Ron, and gently sat down on his belly.

The two talked, and soon Ron felt rather better. Enough so that, for the very first time, he asked Fred to tie him up. Fred smiled, got up, walked to the side of the sofa where Ron’s arms were, grabbed a set of handcuffs that were apparently lying just underneath the sofa, and locked them onto Ron’s wrists before the blond boy could change his mind. Ron was just noticing that the handcuffs were connected to a chain when Fred walked to the other end of the sofa, picked up a set of leg cuffs that just happened to be lying there, and locked them onto Ron’s feet. These cuffs were also locked onto a chain.

Ron tried to move. He couldn’t’ at least, not very much. His leg cuffs and handcuffs were connected to the same chain, which ran underneath the sofa and trapped in place between the short, sturdy wooden legs of the sofa.

Fred smiled and sat down on his blond friend now turned temporary captive, and then turned his lithe body leftward and draped his long legs over the arm of the sofa and atop Ron’s arms as well. The younger boy began to gently caress Ron’s face and play with his hair with his nimble fingers for a few moments. Then he shifted position to lie down on top of Ron, and slowly but passionately began to kiss him.

By the time Ron had to go home, he was feeling VERY much better.

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TBC
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:34 am

Good chapter 3. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Feb 02, 2011 6:07 pm

Chapter 4 – Ron’s Annoying Cousin

It was the last day of school, and Ron was to meet his cousin Gaylord the next morning. Ron was extremely wound up on a day that should have seen him happy (no more school for ten weeks!), so his friends arranged a special surprise for him. When Ron arrived at the Karma house to unwind, he found that Don and Fred had chained a completely naked Robin to his bed. Don was also totally naked, kneel/sitting on Robin’s face, and giving him a vigorous hand job. The boy didn’t even pause in what he was doing, but simply smiled at an astonished Ron when he entered the room to observe this and kept right on doing what he was doing. Robin was also apparently quite happy despite his moaning and feeble thrashing about in his inescapable bonds.

Ron might have been shocked by the scene a year ago or even a few months ago. Now he simply saw it as an inevitable (and even a too-long-delayed) progression of their four-way relationship. He simply stood by alongside Fred until Donny was finished. Then, when Donny got off of Robin, Ron removed his own clothing, straddled Robin’s chest, and asked for a blow job.

Robin gave him one without any hesitation whatsoever. Ron felt *much* better. So much so that he thought *nothing* could spoil his mood ever again.

He was wrong.

*****

“I’m sorry you don’t like your cousin Gaylord Ron, but you’ll have to do the best you can to get along with him for the summer,” Ron’s father told him patiently. Before Ron could reply, a large RV appeared in the driveway. Gaylord’s family had arrived precisely at the minute they announced; they were very punctual and expected others to be as well. “Here they are; right on schedule. We’re ready to go, Ron. I want you to make Gaylord feel right at home, son! You hear me?”

“Yes sir,” Ron replied quietly, just barely managing to suppress a loud sigh. “But I still say he’s as dopey as his name!” Ron thought to himself angrily.

A moment later, a familiar boy climbed out of the RV with what seemed like a ton of luggage. Although clearly older than Ron, he was about three inches shorter and at least thirty pounds heavier; the extra weight apparently being all flab. He looked like a chubby Alfred E. Neumann, complete with freckles and buck teeth. Ron hadn’t seen Gaylord in over a year, and could definitely have done without the experience of doing so now.

“Hi ya, cousin,” Gaylord eagerly greeted Ron, grabbing his hand and shaking it vigorously. “Nice to see ya again, cuz!”

“Uhhh…. Hi!” Ron replied lamely as he tried to pull his arm free before it got shaken right off his shoulder by his exuberant older cousin. He looked at his shorter, pudgy cousin askance, wondering why he couldn’t have a good-looking and fun-to-be-with kid like Donny or Robin for a cousin instead of this geek.

Gaylord’s parents were eager to be on their way, and so were Ron’s. So, scarcely ten minutes after their arrival, Gaylord’s family was rolling down the driveway again with Ron’s parents’ RV right behind them. “So long, mom; dad! Have a good time!” Ron called to them with false cheerfulness.

“You too, Ron!” both his parents called back; waving to them as they drove away.

Ron, have a good time? That’d be the day – not with Cousin It around!

*****

Ron hoped against hope that his assessment of his cousin was too harsh and that things would be all right after all. Unfortunately, if anything, his cousin proved to be even more of an aggravation that even the cynical Ron had anticipated.

He first lost his temper when he saw Gaylord scarfing down a plateful of pancakes and, looking for something to have for his own breakfast, found nothing at all. “You haven’t been here one day and you’ve already eaten every scrap of food in the house?!” Ron asked incredulously and angrily.

“Hey, I’ve got a healthy appetite, but I suppose a skinny kid like you wouldn’t understand *that*!” Gaylord replied mildly. “Anyway, don’t sweat it! I’ll drive your folks’ car into town later today and buy more grub with the money they left me.”

“And just what do *I* eat in the meantime?” Ron asked acerbically.

“There are still some carrots in the ‘fridge,” Gaylord replied with total unconcern as he finished his pancakes and put the dirty dishes. “Oh, be a good boy and clean that up, would you?”

Ron was annoyed, but cleaned up the mess as he was a rather neat boy. He emerged from the kitchen to watch some TV in the living room, munching on a carrot stick. He paused in mid-munch when he saw that Gaylord was already watching the TV. It was playing Gospel music.

“Hey!” I wanted to watch MTV Raps!” groused Ron. “What’s *this* shit?”

“It’s the Sword of the Lord marathon on the Religion Channel!” Gaylord replied cheerfully as he relaxed in Ron’s dad’s easy-chair. “It’s all sermons from guys like Jerry Farewell and Moral Roberts. I’ll be watching it all day!”

Ron decided to spend the day at the Karma farm. His friends Fred and Robin did their best to make him happy – and indeed on *was* happy while he was there. However, when he got home, a new aggravation awaited him. Gaylord was practicing playing his saxophone. As far as Ron was concerned, it was as if Gaylord was torturing the world’s biggest (and loudest) goose inside the house!

To Ron’s horror Gaylord was apparently quite a music lover! He played not only the saxophone but the trombone, electric guitar, accordions, and – worst of all – DRUMS! He played until late at night, when Ron was trying to sleep; God only knew when HE slept! It became impossible for Ron to watch TV, read, or even sleep inside his own house. So Ron spent as much time OUT of the house as he could, and Gaylord acted as if he couldn’t have cared less if Ron never came back at all.

As he couldn’t spend ALL his time at the Karma farm, Ron tried to pursue other interests. Some were motivated by a wish for violence, such as boxing, wrestling, and lifting weights. However he also took up softball, bowling, and basketball. All the continual exercise made Ron fill out and become even more athletic than ever.

But the only real fun to be had was when he and Donny visited the Karma farm to torment Fred and/or Robin. Although Ron had let Fred tie him up on occasion though, it was still much more fun for Ron to dish it out rather than take it. Fred and Robin seemed to agree with this assessment however, and eagerly took whatever Don and Ron care to dish out. The fact that Fred and Robin’s parents never seemed to be home when Don or Ron were there made it easy for them too. Ron couldn’t help but wonder sometimes why their parents were never home, but didn’t question their good fortune.

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Another minor mystery that occasionally bothered Ron was that, no matter how much abuse Fred and Robin took from him and Don, they always seemed to be fully healed an full of energy and good spirits the very next time he saw them. Not once did Ron ever see any bruises, cuts, or other marks to indicate that any previous torture sessions had ever taken place. Were it not for the occasional photos they took with their digital cameras (and which were always kept WELL hidden) to look at later, Ron would have eventually thought each time was just a pleasant dream.

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By the first of July, tying up Fred and Robin and torturing them seemed so commonplace to Ron that he never even hesitated or thought about it anymore. It was just a fun and natural thing to do – and a good way to relieve the aggravations he got from his cousin onto a willing pair of scapegoats. Ron wished he dared to do to cousin Gaylord even half the things he did to his own best friends.

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Unfortunately, Gaylord continued to apparently go out of his way to be annoying. He left Ron to do all the chores while he went swimming on a hot day. He hogged the bathroom to take leisurely baths when Ron had to use the toilet. He hogged all the tasty food for himself and left Ron only the scraps. He continued to hog the TV and practice playing his musical instruments at night as well.

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It would have been enough to try the patience of a much more easygoing boy than Ron.

But rather than vent his spleen on the source of his problems, Ron continued to unwind by visiting the Karma farm and torture one or both of the Karma brothers. It even got to the point where Fred or Robin would let himself be tied to a tree or hung by his wrists from a rafter and be whipped like a re-enactment of Roots. Fred and Robin were always willing to let Ron do anything to them he could think of – no matter what time of the day or night. The more painful the torture, the better they apparently liked it!

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Don and Ron became quite the experts in torturing people.

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But all that time Ron wished that it was Gaylord he was doing all this punishment to rather than his own two best friends. But he didn’t even dare touch his cousin in anger for fear of reprisal from his folks when they returned from their vacation.

And then… things got even worse for Ron.


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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby snobound » Wed Feb 02, 2011 6:37 pm

There's some great humor in your most recent chapter! I also like the torture game in chapter two...... first one to shriek loses! I'll have to try that one... but maybe not with punching :lol:


LOL... Gaylord.... that name should be outlawed. Gaylord Focker. Someone might as well be named Homogod..... :lol:


BTW.... check the second sentence of your first chapter. You've created a "blue hair" teenager.
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:45 pm

Oops. :oops: Yes, that was supposed to be blue eyes, of course. I fixed it. Thanks. :D
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Feb 03, 2011 8:08 am

Good chapter 4! I badly can wait to read the next part. Thanks!
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Feb 03, 2011 12:04 pm

Chapter Five – Ron’s Humiliation

“I don’t know how much more of Gaylord I can take,” on groused aloud to his three friends. “God, who the Hell names their kid Gaylord, anyway?!”

“Ron, why don’t you spend the night with us just for once?” Robin invited him as he hung placidly upside down by his ankles from the ceiling. His arms were tied securely to his sides by hundreds of feet of clothesline, and his legs were securely tied together. He had been there for an hour, but seemed no more bothered by this than a bat would be hanging upside down in its own roost.

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“Yes, it’d do you some good to be away from your idiot cousin all night for once!” Fred added in agreement. He also hung upside down, but his hands were secured behind his back by a set of handcuffs rather than rope, and he hung by his own ankles by a length of chain rather than clothesline.

“You could sleep right here in the room with us,” invited Don, who was lying in the bed serving as a resting spot for Ron. Unlike Fred or Robin though, he wasn’t tied up; nor was he completely unclothed like they were but wore a set of shorts. Ron however was the only one of the four wearing a shirt. He sat with his full weight on Don’s bare chest, with his feet dangling just above the floor, without any concerns about Don’s comfort – largely because he knew Don didn’t mind this in the least.

“You wouldn’t even have to take us down for the night,” added Robin. “You can have the bed for yourself and leave us hanging here until the morning.”

“I really appreciate the offer, Robin,” Ron replied with a regretful sigh, “but I should get home. That fat doofus might wreck the place if I’m not there to keep an eye on him.”

“It’s pretty awful the way he treats you, Ron,” Fred said sympathetically (if somewhat incongruously) as he sought to keep his tired arms from sagging downward too painfully. “I wish we could do something more to help.”

“Maybe if we ganged up on him and did to him some of the things we let you do to us, he’d shape up pretty fast!” suggested Robin with a grim smile. “Are you sure you don’t want us to come over to your house and give him a good beating?”

“No thanks, guys,” Ron replied with even more regret. “I can’t take the chance that we’d all get into trouble if I let you help me. I’ll just have to deal with Gaylord by myself.”

“Yeah? And just what *do* you plan to do about him?” Fred asked a bit teasingly.

Ron hung his head sadly as he got up off Don to put on his shoes and socks. “I – I just don’t know yet, Fred. Anyway, I’d better head on home now. You all have a good night’s sleep.”

“They won’t get any sleep tonight while *I’m* around!” Don replied with a snicker as he rose out of the bed he’d been lying on and proceeded to tickle Fred.

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“At least *someone* is happy tonight,” Ron thought quietly to himself as Fred’s helpless laughter continued to ring in his ears as he left the house, got on his bike, and rode away.

It was already dark out; Ron had stayed at the Karma farmhouse later than he usually did and had lost track of time. This made riding his bike home slightly tricky but not too dangerous thanks to the lack of traffic on the old country road he lived on.

Bad as Ron’s mood was as he rode his bike home, it got far worse when he arrived and found Gaylord, clad only in a white t-shirt and cotton briefs, poking around in his room.
“What the Hell are *you* doing in here at this time of night?” Ron demanded angrily.

“Wondering where you* could have gone at this time of night,” Gaylord replied mildly.

“None of your business!” Ron snapped angrily. “Now GET OUT!”

“Not until I know where you’ve been spending so much of your time lately,” Gaylord replied stubbornly. “I’m responsible for your well-being until your parents get back from vacation, you know.”

“Get lost!” Ron snapped as he opened his dresser drawing to improve his mood with some comfort food. Only to find that his stash of Twinkies and Hostess cupcakes were all gone! “Hey!” he yelled. “My stash of snacks is gone! Did you eat my stuff, you fat pig?!”

“Well, I waited for you for hours, and I got a little hungry,” Gaylord replied without even a hint of self-consciousness.

Ron scarcely heard him because he suddenly noticed something else that was horribly awry… the box he’d stashed under his bed was in full view, and EMPTY! Frantically, Ron got down on his hands and knees and checked under the bed, and found what he expected rather than what he wanted to see; namely, nothing. “OH NO!” Ron wailed like a lost soul condemned to the fiery pits of the bad place. “Every one of the Playboy magazines I had in here are GONE!”

“That’s right!” Gaylord replied with annoying snugness. “You’re way too young to read trash like that. So I threw them all out with the *rest* of the trash! Your father would be ashamed of you if he knew you read such smut anyway!”

“But those magazines were dad’s!” Ron snarled as he got to his feet and glared in hatred at his self-righteous cousin with balled-up fists and barely-restrained fury. “He doesn’t know that *I* knew about them – or that I was borrowing them! Damn you! He’s gonna KILL me!”

“Oh well. You shouldn’t have borrowed your dad’s magazines then!” Gaylord replied with a smug smirk and a total lack of sympathy.

This was the last straw for Ron. “You fucking, sanctimonious, piece of shit!” he yelled as he clenched his fists even tighter stepped forward with violent intent. “I’m going to break your fat stupid head wide open!”

“Give it your best shot, sport!” Gaylord replied tauntingly; waving him forward with the fingers of one hand in a purely contemptuous gesture.

“Arrrrgggghhhhhhhhh!!!” Ron yelled as he charged forward with all the fury and tactical savvy of a raging bull and swung a fist at Gaylord’s chin. Ron expected to lay out his cousin with a single blow. But Gaylord was a lot quicker than his ungainly-looking body indicated, and he ducked aside with ease.

“Oops! Too slow!” he said mockingly as Ron went off balance after hitting empty air with his fist and tripping over Gaylord’s out-flung leg in the process.

Ron was astonished to find himself sprawling face-first on the floor rather than his adversary. This turned to outright shock as his cousin promptly stepped over him and sat heavily down on the small of Ron’s back before he could make a move to get back up. Ron struggled to arise, and felt Gaylord’s hand suddenly pin the back of his head back down onto the floor. He struggled to move his arms to gain leverage, only to discover that they were now firmly pinned to the floor by Gaylord’s knees and the full weight of his pudgy but deceptively strong upper body. Ron didn’t know which was worse; being pinned like this or the fact that it was his flabby and deceptively weak-looking cousin who was doing the pinning!

“Get off of me, you overweight mofo!” Ron snarled in fury as he struggled vainly to get up. “Grr! You just wait and see what I do to you when I get up!”

“Then I guess it’s time I showed you something that I borrowed from *my* dad!” Gaylord told him as he shifted his weight, released his hold on Ron’s head, and grabbed one of Ron’s wrists instead. Before Ron could react, he felt his wrist forced behind his back and something cold, hard, and metallic being locked around it with a frighteningly familiar clicking sound. Suddenly aware of what was happening, Ron fought even harder; but his brief attempt at resistance ended as he felt and heard his other wrists trapped in a second ring of cold, unyielding steel.

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“You son of a bitch!” Ron all but screamed in red-faced fury “You *handcuffed* me?!? Get these God-damned things off me or so help me God I’ll KILL your ass!” Ron thrashed about furiously but futilely beneath his cousin’s unrelenting weight. Ron didn’t even want to think where Gaylord must have been hiding those things before he sprung them on him. “Get them OFF me!” he yelled as loudly as he could.

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“Nah! I think *I’ll* feel more comfy if you keep those on for a while!” Gaylord replied remorselessly. “In fact, I have a matching pair for your feet!” Gaylord reached inside his T-shirt (not the region Ron had been thinking) and pulled out a larger set of cuffs that were obviously made to restrain ankles instead of wrists and, without taking his weight off of Ron’s back for a moment, turned himself around to face Ron’s feet.

“No! NO!” Ron screamed as he thrashed about harder than ever. “You’re not putting those things on ME!”

“Sure I am!” Gaylord replied smugly as he grabbed on of Ron’s flailing legs by the ankle and held onto it tightly with his free hand. “I brought these here especially for you, just in case you got somewhat feisty during my visit! After all, you made your dislike for me quite plain the last time we saw each other!”

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It was a bit of a struggle, but Gaylord had too much of the advantage now. Ron’s feet were soon trapped in another set of cuffs. And then Gaylord produced a small length of clothesline he’d had wrapped around his waist and tied the two sets of cuffs together to effectively hog-tie the furious Ron. Once he had his cousin thoroughly helpless, Gaylord rolled Ron onto his back and casually knelt-sat on Ron’s belly.

The irony of this situation didn’t escape Ron, but he was still furious. Handcuffing someone else like Fred or Robin was one thing… but being handcuffed himself by someone he loathed wasn’t cool at all! He might not have minded the situation at this point if it were Don, Fred, or Robin who had defeated him in a wrestling match and captured him… but Gaylord?!

Ron felt like he’d die with the sheer awful shame of it.

“There we go,” Gaylord said with a smile as he relaxed himself on top of his new pillow.
“Now we can have a nice, quiet, relaxing evening together.”

Ron gave up struggling for the moment, even though the handcuffs were painful against his wrists while they trapped against the hard floor not only beneath his own body weight but his cousin’s as well. “How long have you had this planned?” Ron asked sourly.

“Oh, since about five minutes after I found out that I’d have to spend the summer with you,” Gaylord replied casually as he rested his hands against his knees – which in turn rested painfully (for Ron) on Ron’s shoulders. “Now lay there nice and quiet and get some rest while I watch some TV!”

“How long are you going to keep me chained up?” asked Ron with some resignation as Gaylord shifted himself just enough to reach the remote for Ron’s bedroom TV.

“Once you’ve calmed down, I’ll let you go!” Gaylord replied casually as he clicked the remote to turn the TV on and began channel surfing.

“If you’re going to keep sitting on me that whole time – especially in just your underwear – it’s going to be a long Goddamn time before I calm down!” Ron replied warningly.

“That’s okay,” Gaylord replied cheerfully as the sound of gospel music on the TV suddenly assaulted Ron’s ears. “I’ve got nothing better to do tonight! In the meantime, I’ll just watch another episode of ‘Sword of the Lord” on the Religion Channel.”

“Oh no! You’re going to *torture* me too?!” Ron wailed in horror as the boy choir on the TV show started to sing Amazing Grace. Ron lay there in mute misery as several other hymns followed the first. Just as he wondered how many more hymns he could stand to listen to, the hymns ended and the sermon began.
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Within five minutes Ron wished they would go back to the hymns.

“Do you repent of your sins?” the fat, balding preacher said from behind his pulpit; sounding and looking more like a used car salesman than like any minister Ron had ever had to listen to in the long ago days when his parents forced him to attend church with them. “Do your suns press down upon you like a heavy weight sitting down on your chest?” Ron glared up at his cousin at this; he was beginning to relate to *that* all right!

The preacher droned on. “Are you in a place where you wish to Almighty God that the consequences of your sin would be taken away?” Ron found himself unconsciously nodding his head in affirmation. “Do you wish peace with your brother… with your neighbor… with your cousin?” Ron nodded again; unaware that he was doing so.

“Then repent, you sinner!” cried the TV evangelist. “Repent! REPENT! REPENT!” After a few more yelled exhortations to repent, he said, “Let us kneel and pray.”

Gaylord suddenly shifted his body forward until his knees were above Tim’s shoulders (which at least took much of the pain off his shoulders and his trapped wrists) and the front of his undershorts were pressed lightly against the underside of Ron’s jaw. Then Gaylord folded the palms of his hands together in a rapturous attitude of prayer and closed his eyes, as if he saw nothing unusual about using Ron as a living pew.

“You freak!” Ron shouted; drowning out the preacher on the TV as he began his prayer. “You have the balls to kneel and pray while you’re kneeling on top of ME?!?”

“Hush up! I’m praying!” Gaylord told him mildly; keeping his posture of praying and his eyes tightly shut.

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Ron stared glassy-eyed at the TV as the preacher resumed his incredibly dull sermon. “Pray to the Lord for forgiveness, and He *will* forgive you!” he all but shouted. The audience then yelled an evidently rehearsed refrain, “REPENT!”

“Love others as you love yourself!” shouted the preacher.

“REPENT!” responded the live audience again like well-trained parrots.

“If your brother, or your friend, or your neighbor, or your cousin is angry with you with just cause, then ask him for forgiveness and promise to do all you can do to make restitution!” the preacher exhorted the TV audience.

“REPENT!” went the live audience as if mesmerized by the preacher’s voice, while Ron’s eyes glazed over even more.

“Repent of your sins!” shouted the preacher.

“REPENT!” insisted his audience in perfect rehearsed harmony.

Ron went into a deep trance. From then on, the preacher’s words were mere meaningless noise. All he could hear from then on was the audience insisting over and over that he repent. Ron stared at the TV set as if it was his one remaining link to reality. Even the weight of his cousin’s body atop his chest all but faded from his perceptions. At the same time, Ron had a growing perception of being hopelessly trapped, with only one way to escape this horrible predicament left open to him.

“I REPENT!” Ron suddenly wailed at the top of his voice. “Gaylord! I’m sorry for trying to hit you! I’m really, REALLY sorry! Please forgive me!” Ron said to his cousin.

“Do you really mean that?” Gaylord asked somewhat cynically; “or is this just some kind of ploy to get me to let you go?”

“I repent!” Ron replied in sheer desperation; at this point willing to say or do almost anything to regain his freedom. “A *real* Christian would forgive someone who repents! Right?” Ron pleaded; hating the groveling tone of his own voice.

“All right, I guess you’ve learned your lesson!” Gaylord replied with a grin as he got off of Ron and rolled him on his side to unlock his bonds. “Just remember these cuffs the next time you lose your temper!”

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Gaylord finished freeing Ron and immediately left Ron’s room to go to his own bedroom for the night. But Ron’s repentance didn’t last a second beyond the time Gaylord was out of sight; he was already plotting revenge as he rubbed the circulation back into his wrists. “Being tied up and sat on might be fine for Fred and Robin; but NO ONE handcuffs and sits on ME without my say-so and gets away with it!”

“Just wait until I catch you asleep, you bastard!” Ron thought angrily to himself as he eyed his baseball bat, picked it up, and hefted it experimentally. “Then Mister Baseball Bat and I will pay you another visit that you’ll *never* forget!”


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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby snobound » Thu Feb 03, 2011 6:21 pm

Damn.... Ron being force-fed hymns and sermons. Ugh.... torturous indeed! I'd rather be stretched on a rack! :lol:

Gaylord reminds me of my neighbors. They conceal their hypocracy under a thin veil of Christian conservatism. I can't wait until he gets his comeuppance!
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:03 am

Good chapter 4! Thanks!

:tied: :gag: :blindfold: :tickle: :lol:
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:42 am

snobound wrote:Damn.... Ron being force-fed hymns and sermons. Ugh.... torturous indeed! I'd rather be stretched on a rack! :lol:
Gaylord reminds me of my neighbors. They conceal their hypocracy under a thin veil of Christian conservatism. I can't wait until he gets his comeuppance!


He'll get it in spades but not quite yet. In the meantime, he adds to his already considerable karma debt-load even further in this chapter. :twisted:

Chapter Six – Ron’s Mortification

It was well past midnight when Ron sneaked quietly into Gaylord’s room on tip-toes. He was barefoot for maximum stealth and carried his beloved baseball bat in both hands. He moved slowly to Gaylord’s bed, and noticed that he slept in the nude. Gross! Well, he could do his sleeping in a hospital gown from now on, Ron thought to himself as he raised his baseball bat for a swing.

He didn’t notice that Gaylord’s right arm was dangling over the far side of the bed and was out of his sight. Therefore he didn’t notice the Taser that Gaylord held in this hand. He didn’t notice that is until, with almost superhuman speed, Gaylord rolled himself right off his bed and hit Ron right in his bare chest with it. There was a right flash, a loud electric snap, a yell of surprise and pain, and the smell of ozone as Ron limply collapsed to the floor; his baseball bat falling away from suddenly nerveless fingers.

“I guess you didn’t learn your lesson after all, sport,” Gaylord said with only moderate disappointment in his voice as he grabbed the sets of cuffs he’d hidden under his covers an stepped over to where Ron lay writhing on the floor. Ron didn’t have the strength to resist his cousin (and wouldn’t have had the strength at the moment to resist a determined five year old) as Gaylord calmly hogtied him once again.

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“You – you used a damned TASER on me!” Ron snarled with all the strength he could put into his voice to register his sense of outrage.

“You tried to brain me with a baseball bat in my sleep,” Gaylord pointed out as he proceeded to drag Ron out of his room and into Ron’s own room. “So what’s your point?”

Ron ignored this bit of logic as he belatedly regained his strength. “You chained me up again!” he snapped. “Let me go! Quit dragging me!”

“I’ve taken you as far as I’d planned to anyway,” replied Gaylord as he reached the spot where he’d had Ron chained up before.

“So let me go!” Ron ordered him sourly.

“I don’t see that happening anytime soon!” Gaylord told him… just as he sat down knees up upon Ron’s bare chest!

Ron’s eyes got wide with horror and amazement. “HEY! GET OFF OF ME!” he yelled.

“Gee Ron; I don’t see that happening anytime soon either!” Gaylord replied tauntingly as he picked up the TV remote and clicked Ron’s TV set on again.

“But you’re sitting on me *naked*!” Ron exclaimed in shock. “That’s so… so queer!” he protested forgetting the times he’d already done the same things to Fred and Robin.

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“I don’t care, so you may as well get used to it,” Gaylord replied unsympathetically. “And since I’m awake now, I may as well watch some more episodes of ‘Sword of the Lord’! Maybe a few sermons are what *you* need, too!”

Gospel music filled the air. The Old Rugged Cross began to play.

“OH NO! Not that!” Ron cried as if Gaylord had announced he was going to attempt surgery on him instead. “Anything but more of that dull, brainwashing bullshit! Please! Have mercy! I’ll do whatever you want if you just change the channel. I’ll do anything you say! ANYTHING!”

“Really? Anything?” Gaylord asked with a wide grin as he began to stroke himself in a deliberate, meaningful way.

Ron swallowed nervously and broke out into a cold sweat as he stared at Gaylord’s boyhood dangling only a foot or so away from his eyes. By this time he’d already sucked off Danny, Fred, and Robin several times each over the past two weeks and no longer thought anything about it… but this… this was something else again. Sucking off a friend willingly was one thing… but being forced to suck off someone he disliked so intensely was absolutely horrifying to Ron.

“You… you don’t *really* expect me to suck your cock, do you?” Ron asked nervously; desperately hoping that Gaylord was just having a joke at his expense. “That’s not a very Christian thing to do, you know – making me do something like that!”

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“I guess you’re right, Ron,” Gaylord replied with a sigh as he stopped stroking himself and picked up the remote. “I guess I need to listen to a few more sermons myself. Pardon me while I turn up the volume of the TV. We don’t want to miss a word of those sermons or those lovely hymns, now do we?”

Gaylord amped up the volume, and the lyrics to The Old Rugged Cross began to reverberate through Ron’s tortured eardrums to the exclusion of all other sounds. By the time this song ended and the boy choir moved on to ‘Onward Christian Soldiers’, Ron was a defeated wreck of a boy.

“Stop! STOP!” Ron screamed, as he could barely hear himself even when he shouted. “I’ll *do* it! I’ll suck you of! Just shut that awful shit OFF! *Please!*”

“Whatever you say, cousin,” Gaylord replied gloatingly as he hit the mute button. Then he scrabbled forward up Ron’s chest until his boyhood – all six fat inches of it – was right in front of Ron’s lips. With a shudder of dread, Ron opened his mouth, took it all in, and began doing what was expected of him… with more skill than enthusiasm.

“Wow, cousin!” Gaylord exclaimed as he looked down at Ron’s face with a pleased smile on his freckle-covered face. “You’re pretty good for someone I *assume* has never done this before!”

“If he only knew,” Ron thought quietly to himself. It wasn’t so much sucking Gaylord off that repelled him so much; all he had to do was close his eyes and pretend it was Robin’s or Donny’s. It was being so damned helpless that was truly riling him. With tears beginning to streak down his face, Ron vowed to pay back his cousin a hundred times over for what he was forcing him to do.

Finally, the horrible ordeal was done. At least Gaylord didn’t insist on Ron swallowing the result; he pulled out and let it splatter all over Ron’s face and hair instead. He also at least had sufficient decency to clean Ron and himself off as soon as possible. However, once he was finished, he resumed sitting on Ron rather than make any move to free him.

“That was an excellent suck-off job, Ron!” Gaylord complimented his cousin; much to Ron’s disgust. “That was the best I’ve had in over six months!”

“Will you let me go now?” Ron asked quietly; hopeful of a quick release if he showed no more resentment toward Gaylord; at least while his cousin had the upper hand.

“Not yet! After sinning like that, we need to hear more sermons!” Gaylord announced, and with that he clicked the remote. The lyrics for Rock of Ages began to fill the air at an almost deafening volume.

“Wait! You promised!” Ron protested; struggling in a hopeless attempt to get free.

“I promised to shut it off if you sucked me off!” Gaylord replied smugly as he stared at the boy choir singers with lustful rapture. “I didn’t promise to keep it shut off afterwards.” He sighed heavily and looked longingly at the screen as one handsome, curly-haired boy singer was shown in near close-up for a few moments. “Besides, I really like to watch these boy choirs. Those boys make me feel so horny!”

Ron’s jaw dropped in silent amazement, and for once he was totally speechless.

“Boy, I’d sure like to sit on *that* kid’s face!” Gaylord said dreamily as another boy – this one a cherubic brunette about twelve years old – was shown in a brief close-up. “But since *he’s* not here, I guess *you’ll* have to do!” And to Ron’s horror, Gaylord heaved himself further forward, turned around to brace Ron’s head firmly between his feet to keep it facing upward, and knelt-sat right down on Ron’s upturned face. Ron’s cries of outrage were soon muffled by the mass of flesh that covered his nose and mouth.

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Ron couldn’t help but wonder at that moment how Fred and Robin could possibly enjoy it when he or Donny did this sort of thing to them! As far as Ron was concerned, it was a fate only marginally better than death.

But still worse was yet to cum.

“Hey… since you already know what *I* look like naked, I may as well get to know *you* better as well!” Gaylord announced brightly. And without further ado, Ron felt his belt loosed and the pants he wore tugged down his hips until his own set of equipment was fully exposed to Gaylord’s admiring view.

The only upside in this for Ron being that Gaylord had to take his weight off Ron’s face to accomplish this; allowing Ron to yell in outrage again – “Hey! No! STOP!” for all the good this did.

“Wow!” Gaylord said and whistled in admiration at what he saw. “You’re pretty well-hung or a kid your age, aren’t you, Ron? Christ, this thing must be eight inches long when it’s all filled out! Hey, let’s find out, shall we?”

Ron felt a fist gently enclose his rod and begin to stroke. “Yaaaahhhh!” Ron all but screamed. “You have no right to do this to me!”

“Aw, a nice cock like this shouldn’t go to waste!” Gaylord replied without pausing in his ministrations. “This is your lucky day, Ron! I’m giving you a free hand job!”

“I don’t *want* one!” Ron yelled. “Not from *you*! Leave me alone!!! PLEASE!!!”

But Gaylord kept on, heedless of Ron’s outrage; and Ron’s own equipment, heedless of its owner’s wishes in the matter, rose to the occasion.

“Oh! Oh no!” Ron cried; his shouts subsiding and turning steadily into moans. “No! Oh! Ohhh! Stop! Ohhh!” But Gaylord didn’t stop; he continued to manipulate Ron’s tool with practiced skill. “Ooohhh! Oh Nooo! Oh! OHH! Stop it! Ohhh!” cried Ron, but Gaylord did not stop. “Ohhh! OOOOHHH! DON’T STOP!!! OOOHHH!” Ron pleaded.

Perversely though, Gaylord DID stop… but only for the moment it took for him to bend down far enough to take Ron’s staff from hand to mouth… licking it tantalizingly with his tongue for a few moments before taking it all in. Ron’s moans increased in loudness and intensity, but there was no more protest in them… only, despite himself, sheer pleasure and anticipation. He even aided his captor by thrusting up with his hips while Gaylord thrust down with his mouth.

Ron felt it coming but didn’t warn Gaylord; spitefully hoping to catch him by surprise. But Gaylord apparently knew what was cuming anyway, and pulled out just in time; grasping Ron’s tool in his hand again and gently pumping him. There was a satisfactory show of fireworks, and Ron all but fainted as a result.

“Wow! Look at it fly! Just like a geyser!” Ron vaguely heard Gaylord say admiringly… though his own moans all but drowned his cousin’s exultant words out.

“Now admit it, Ron… didn’t that feel really good?” Gaylord asked as he cleaned Ron off.

“Yeah,” Ron admitted reluctantly; struggling not to laugh but unable to keep from writhing because the spot Gaylord was cleaning if was quite ticklish. “Yeah, it did… but I’m *still* going to report you to the police and have ‘em haul your ass to jail for rape!”

“Now, you don’t *really* want to tell anyone about this, do you?” Gaylord asked mildly as he casually seated himself sideways on Ron’s midriff and rested his arms on his knees as he looked smugly down at Ron’s angry face. “Think about it! Do you *really* want all your friends to know that you were raped by another boy? Think of how *embarrassing* that would be!”

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Ron looked back up at Gaylord defiantly, but said nothing. “Rape by oral sex is pretty hard to prove anyway, since I sucked you off rather than the other way around! No DNA traces; and probably none let from when you did me by now if you washed your mouth out as thoroughly as I think you did! But… if you have your heart set on having a case that you can prove in court, I’ll oblique you! Turn over and lie on your belly.”

Gaylord helped turn Ron over himself and released his hogtie so that Ron could lie flat on the floor. For some reason Ron was not at all reassured by this. Gaylord stepped out of the room for a moment, walked back in with something concealed behind his back, and straddled the small of Ron’s back where Ron could not see him. Ron heard the sound of something plastic pop.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked nervously. Suddenly he felt a hand on his butt, smearing some creamy substance there. Ron gasped. “What are you smearing on my ASS?” he yelled in horror.

“Vaseline!” Gaylord replied simply. “I prefer lube jelly but I don’t have any with me. But Vaseline will give plenty of lubrication. I’m putting loads of it on my dick too. I don’t need to tell you *why* now, do I?”

Ron didn’t need to have his cousin draw him a picture. “Oh no! NO! DON’T!” he screamed as he writhed and thrashed vainly underneath Gaylord pinning weight. “I – I won’t talk! I *swear* I won’t EVER say a word about this to the police or our parents if you stop this right now! PLEASE!” he pleaded in genuine terror.

“Oh?” asked Gaylord as he paused in his preparations. “And will you promise to *truly* forgive me this time and not try to beat me up in my sleep – or any other time – again?”

“I promise!” Ron yelled sincerely; desperate to get out of this situation no matter what.

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“And do you promise to treat me like this never happened?” Gaylord pressed. “No, better than that… Do you promise to treat me like a friend? Promise and convince me that you *mean* it, and I’ll let you go free right now!”

“Yes! I promise! I PROMISE!” Ron pleaded as he began to weep in desperation and fear.

Gaylord let Ron grovel for a few satisfying moments, until he was sure Ron actually meant what he said and would be too scared of the consequences to try attacking him again. He ever had any intention of doing what he’d threatened, but saw no good reason to let Ron know this. “All right, I believe you,” he finally said to Ron as he put away the Vaseline and carefully unlocked the restraints around Ron’s ankles and wrists. “Just remember what awaits you if you break your word to me again.”

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Gaylord casually strode out of Ron’s room, and Ron hastily closed his room door and locked it to prevent Gaylord from changing his mind and returning. He cleaned the Vaseline off of his posterior and changed clothes. Then he unplugged his TV set (still playing a sermon from ‘Sword of the Lord’) with a vicious yank; wondering if he could ever enjoy watching TV ever again. Ron heard Gaylord go back to his room, but he remained awake and wary even after hearing his cousin begin to snore.

Upset by everything that had happened, Ron was unable to go to sleep. His room was no longer his safe and secure sanctuary, but now a place where he’d been violated – twice in one night! Unable to stand remaining there another moment, Ron opened his window and crawled out through it to the outside to ensure Gaylord could not see or hear him leave. He was angry and scared, and needed to talk to his best friends without delay despite the early hour; after all, they were *experts* on bondage!

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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:13 pm

Chapter Seven – Ron’s Therapy

Fortunately, Ron’s friends took to being awoken at four in the morning with good grace. All were still where he left them at the Karma farm, and – as always, seemingly – Fred and Robin’s parents were not home. Fred and Robin had long since let down from where they hung from the ceiling and so were only moderately sleepy when Ron pounded on their front door asking to be let in.

It took hours for Ron to get everything he wanted to say off his chest; in fact, it was broad daylight by the time he finished. But his three faithful friends carefully listened to him with patience and sympathy.

“…And so he finally let me go!” Ron finished sadly, elbows propped up on his knees and his face resting in the palms of his hands as he sat, with Donny sitting on one side of him and Fred on the other. His bare feet scuffed at the grass on the backyard lawn behind the Karma farmhouse where the four of them had gone after Ron woke the rest of them.

“I wish we’d been there!” Donny said to Ron with a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “He’d have never had a chance to touch you!”

“He sat on you for four whole hours?” Fred said to him sympathetically, his lean arms draped casually across his own bare legs. “*Whew! That must’ve been quite an ordeal… at least, for *you*!”

“Aw, big deal, Ron!” Robin replied from beyond – and below, where Don sat on his chest. His wrists were securely tied behind his back while his ankles were bound tightly together. All three of the other boys were sitting on him sideways at the moment as if he was a log. “We’ve all sat on one another for a whole lot longer than *that* at a time. Sometimes Fred sits on me for the entire weekend without once untying me!”

“Yeah, but does your kid brother fuck you up the ass?” Ron replied morosely.

“Sure I do,” Fred said rather cheerfully; causing Ron to stare at him in some amazement at first until he wondered why he should have been surprised at this. “Why not? Robin does it to me too. We’ve been taking turns ever since my dick got big and hard enough to be interesting. We just don’t do it with you and Donny because you never showed any interest in it. We sometimes torture each other in other ways that we simply haven’t taught you two yet because we didn’t think you were ready yet.”

“Really?” Ron asked in sheer curiosity. “Gee Fred; what else do you two do?”

“You don’t want to know,” Fred replied serenely; smiling slyly.

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Donny chuckled. “I’ll bet he’s right!” he replied; but privately he was now determined to interrogate those two about this the next time he had them both at his mercy.

“Anyway, *you’ve already sat on *me* for *six* hours today, along with Fred and Donny!” Robin pointed out truthfully. “You don’t hear *me* crying about it.”

“Not until now, anyway,” Fred added with a grin.

“Jeez, give him a break Robin,” Donny groused as he gave Robin’s face a slap. “Ron’s been through a rough time!”

“It’s been six hours already?” Ron asked in surprise, looking up at the sun which was now well up in the sky. “Okay, Robin, let’s switch places!” he offered as he stood up.

“You can sit on *me* if you prefer,” Fred offered as he rose and began to untie Robin.

“That’s all right, Fred,” Ron replied as he helped untie Robin. “You guys are my best friends. I *like* having you three siting on me! It’s just the memory of that damned, fat, stupid dweeb handcuffing m and sitting on me against my will that makes my blood boil! But having you guys do it will help me to feel better!”

“We’ll help you any way we can, Ron!” Fred assured him.

And so the other three tied Ron up; not as Robin had been tied but staked out in a spread-eagle. And for good measure they all removed their clothes prior to sitting on top of him as well. Fred straddled the upper part of Ron’s chest and squeezed Ron’s face between his chocolate-colored thighs, while his tool (well-developed at five inches) dangled mere inches from Ron’s face. Unlike a similar experience with his cousin, this made Ron sigh with sheer contentment.

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“I *still* think you ought to let us simply come on over to your house, ambush this clown, and give him a really good beating!” Donny said to Ron as he straddled his blond friend’s belly.

“Thanks, Donny!” replied Ron gratefully. “But this is a problem that I’ve got to solve without any help if I want to keep my self-respect… and your respect too!”

“We respect you, Ron !” replied Donny. “I wouldn’t tie you up and sit on you naked if I didn’t respect you!”

“Me neither,” replied Fred. “But I’ll always be happy to sit on you, Ron! Say, perhaps sucking my cock will help you to feel better!”

“While he does that, I’ll suck on *yours*!” Don replied cheerfully, looking over Fred’s shoulder and smiling at Ron.

“And when they finish I’ll sit on your face for a while!” offered Robin. “How about it?”

“You three are the best friends a guy like me could have!” Ron replied contentedly. “Go for it!”

When Ron went home again at the end of the afternoon, he was very happy indeed. Were it not for his ‘Houseguest from Hell’, he might have stayed happy for a good long while to come.


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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:25 am

Good continuations and pictures!! Thanks!
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:27 pm

Chapter Eight – Ron’s Idea

Despite the relaxing therapy from his three friends, Ron found his life at home growing steadily more intolerable. That evening, he found that ten of his musical CDs so badly scratched that he couldn’t play them anymore and eight others were missing – and his best CD player looked like it’d been used as a football. Other belongings of his looked like they had been pawed through or moved around.

“I can’t take this much longer!” Ron thought to himself. “Gaylord has got to go!”

But what could he do? Ron visualized many pleasant scenarios about Gaylord getting his comeuppance; most of which involved a gruesome and violent demise for Gaylord. Axes, maces, hand grenades, guns, poison, a hangman’s noose at a gallows, burning at the stake… all these images flitted teasingly through Ron’s subconscious mind. Killing him sounded so tempting sometimes! But Ron knew that he couldn’t really do such things even to Gaylord – let alone actually get away with them. There just had to be a less drastic solution to his problem, without resorting to using help from his friends. His pride demanded he work out his solution by himself.

Ironically, Gaylord himself gave Ron the idea for the first step in his final solution.

Ron was walking downstairs to see if there was anything salvageable for lunch when he noticed Gaylord watching TV in the living room. For once Gaylord didn’t have it on the Religion Channel, so Ron came over to see what he was watching.

“*Now* what are you watching?” Ron asked curiously.

“Some really freaky movie about some housewife who catches her husband cheated on her,” Gaylord replied blandly between sips from a bottle of grape soda he was holding in one hand.

“What’s so freaky about that?” Ron asked idly.

“She drugs him and chains him up down in their cellar,” Gaylord replied. “Forever, I guess. I forgot the name of the movie.”

Ron’s eyebrows were raised a bit when he saw what was on the TV when the commercial break ended. A rather large man was apparently chained up more or less fully clothed inside his bed – which seemed to be down inside a dark, dreary looking cellar. Looming over him was some crazed, angry woman. Neither of the people in the movie seemed terribly pleased with the other one.

“Can you imagine doing *that* to someone?” Gaylord asked Ron. “Man, I sure wouldn’t want anyone to do that to *me*!” Gaylord said this without turning to look away from the TV to look at his cousin. Therefore he completely failed to notice the sudden grin that appeared on Ron’s face as a result. A more imagination person than Gaylord might have been able to visualize a glowing light-bulb right over Ron’s head at that moment, for Ron indeed suddenly had a brilliant idea.

The only shortcoming to his idea: the house didn’t have a cellar!

Undaunted, Ron dashed outside to look for a reasonable substitute to keep his obnoxious cousin out of his hair for a while; thinking of a means to actually make him stay there could take place later. Besides, Ron preferred to have Gaylord out of the hose altogether if possible! Surely there was some place that would serve as suitable living quarters for him – preferable some place that was well hidden and not *too* comfortable!

Ron thought he had the perfect solution in mind: his old treehouse! But when he checked it out for the first time in months, he discovered that the previous harsh winter and subsequent months of neglect had reduced it to wrack and ruin. It was too small, too high up the tree, and in general too unsafe even for the likes of Gaylord. Something else would have to be found.

The next logical candidate was the toolshed beside the house. It was certainly sturdy enough, and Ron could padlock the door so that Gaylord could never get out. Trouble was; the shed was too jammed packed with unused machinery that was much too heavy for Ron to move out of the way by himself. He wanted to trap Gaylord without any help from the others, so this idea was no good either.

But since the old barn collapsed the previous summer, there was nothing else outside of the house on the entire property; and the whole point was to get Gaylord out of there completely! Even a crummy doghouse would do for Gaylord… but there wasn’t one…

“Wait a minute! Why did Gaylord have to be *inside* anything?” Ron thought to himself suddenly as he looked all around his backyard. He looked at the deepest part at the edge of the woods; the part that was almost invisible even from the house – let alone from the driveway or anywhere else anyone but Ron himself would ever go to!

Ron rubbed his hands together like a villain from an old silent movie and laughed almost gleefully as he ran over to check out the spot more closely. It was perfect! It was far from the house, and with no one else home no one would be able to see Gaylord here unless they were also in the backyard or inside Ron’s own second-story bedroom. No one ever came out here, and no one would enter Ron’s room but himself! He could keep tabs on Gaylord from up there without even having to leave the house!

Ron carefully thought of all the potential pitfalls to his plan, but there didn’t seem to be any. The electrical and gas meters and the mailbox were way down by the foot of the driveway; so no one would have any reason to even come to the front of the house let alone go in back of it. There were no public trails passing through the woods near the house; just a private one between Ron’s house and the Karma farm that Ron and his friends used when it was sufficiently dry enough. There was no way anyone would discover Gaylord out there once Ron exiled him out of the house!

It was perfect – except for one tiny thing. How would Ron lure Gaylord out here and then *keep* him out here? Oh well, one thing at a time. Perhaps an idea would occur to him.

Unknown to Ron, Fate was already playing into his hands. Bored by the movie he’d been watching, Gaylord turned to the Religion Channel once again. There, a fiery-eyed preacher was (mis)quoting Jesus about how a person who was angry at his brother was liable to burn in Hell. The preacher harped on how miserable a person was when a close family member or friend had just cause to be angry at them… and Gaylord’s conscience began bothering him terribly. The preacher went on to say how unconditional forgiveness and trust were essential to any family relationship. Gaylord felt as if the preacher were speaking directly to him. By the end of the sermon, he was determined to try to make things up to Ron for being so unpleasant to him – even if Ron hadn’t exactly greeted him with open arms and words of greeting upon Gaylord’s arrival here.

Ron spent quite some time thinking of ways to implement his plan before going back into the house. By this time the sermon was over and Gaylord was watching another movie on television; while eating the contents of a large bag of popcorn.

“You’re still watching TV?” Ron called to his cousin; now in such a good mood about forming his plans he was actually civil to him. “What’s on now? Some thrilling account of the Life of Jesus?”

“Naw, that’s on later tonight,” Gaylord replied; happy that Ron seemed friendlier to him than usual. “Now I’m watching The Nutty Professor!”

“You mean the one with Eddie Murphy as some fat slob who takes some formula to become some kind of ‘sexy stud’?!” Ron asked. He put a sardonic edge to his voice with the last part, as he figured that – especially compared to someone like Robin or even Fred - Eddie Murphy at his best was about as sexy as Gaylord was; maybe even less!

“Yeah, that’s the one!” Gaylord replied; barely noticing the sarcasm since it wasn’t aimed at him anyway. “Man, I wish I had a potion like that! Well, one without the side effects anyway,” he continued as he dug out another handful of popcorn.

“Yeah, having your testosterone level boosted about 60,000 percent would be a pretty unpleasant side effect, I imagine,” Ron quipped. “But if you’d eat less and exercise more, you wouldn’t *need* a potion like that!”

“I know,” Gaylord replied with some shame as he paused briefly between mouthfuls of popcorn and looked up at his cousin. As it happened, it was a hot day and (unlike the more self-conscious Gaylord) Ron was not wearing his shirt at the moment. Gaylord looked bemused as his cousin’s fit and trim upper body and sighed with some regret. “Gosh, I’d love to be thin like you! I’d do anything for some sure way to lose some weight! I’m sick of being so darned fat!”

Some of the eloquence of this statement was lost when he immediately downed another fistful of popcorn. Ron was too preoccupied to point this out in his usually caustic fashion however, because now he had another brilliant idea. If the first idea was worthy of a single 150-watt bulb, this one was worthy of an entire row of them!

“Say, Gaylord, I have an idea!” Ron began, putting all the friendliness and concern he could muster (or fake) into his voice to make himself sound more convincing. “If you really mean that, I’d be glad to show you how you can lose some weight! It’ll only take a few minutes. Want to give it a try?”

“Why would you want to help me after all that’s happened?” Gaylord asked warily as he grabbed another fistful of popcorn. “I know how you feel about me!”

“Well, we’re cousins, aren’t we?” Ron said smoothly. “If we’re going to send the rest of the summer together, we should learn to get along better. Besides, it’ll give me something to do! I’m a bit bored right now, and it’s something we can do together!”

Gaylord remembered the sermon from before and about wanting to get along better with Ron. “Well, Okay,” he agreed, tossing aside the now-empty bag of popcorn. “The movie sucks anyway; I hate all the frigging fat jokes.”

Ron was so tempted to say “You ARE a fat joke!”, but for the sake of the success of his all-important plan suppressed his natural impulses. “Well then, come with me and do as I say and I guarantee you’ll be at least twenty pounds lighter by the end of the summer!” Ron assured him in as pleasant and inviting a voice as he could manage.

“This sounds vaguely like some kind of trick to me, but okay,” Gaylord agreed as he turned off the TV set. “I’ll play along for now.”

“Great, but first you’ve got to change into your bathing suit!” Ron told him.

“Why? Are we going swimming as part of your weight loss program?” Gaylord asked.

“You’ll see soon enough,” Ron replied evasively. “Now hurry up. The sooner you get changed, the sooner we can get started.”

Ron sounded so enthusiastic about his plan that Gaylord smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and went to his room to change into his bathing suit. In the meantime, Ron changed into a fresh set of shorts of his own. Then, with both boys wearing only shorts, socks, and sneakers, Ron led his cousin out to the far end of the back yard.

“Why are we walking all the way out her, Ron?” Gaylord asked; already feeling slightly faint in the hot sun. “If your plan involves a lot of walking in *this* hot sun, I’m not sure that I want to go on with it.”

“Naw, we’re gonna be in the shade,” replied Ron truthfully. “And once we get started, you won’t be able to stop!”

Ron and Gaylord reached the shady area at the far end of the backyard and stopped. Gaylord looked around in puzzlement. You could barely see the house from there, and little of anything else except bushes and trees. If it were not for the house being so close by, one would think he was out in the middle of the wilderness!

“What’s up? Why are we stopping here?” Gaylord asked in puzzlement.

“Because it’s cool and shady here,” Ron pointed out. “I figured you likely wouldn’t want to get too hot when I show you my special stretching exercises.”

“Stretching exercises?” Gaylord asked suspiciously.

“Yep! They’re easy!” Ron continued suavely. “Just a few minutes a day is all they’ll take! Want me to show you?”

“Might as well since we’re already out here,” Gaylord replied without much enthusiasm.

Ron stepped over to a bush and pulled out something he had stashed there previously; a wooden mallet and four tent pegs with a length of rope threaded through the narrow hole within the upper portion of each one (making them look like giant wooden needles). Gaylord looked at these with some understandable nervousness.

“What are you going to do with those?” he asked.

“I’m going to tie these to your wrists and ankles, and then you’re going to lie on the ground!” Ron replied with a sly smile.

“Wait a minute! You’re going to *stake me out*?!” Gaylord asked in alarm.

“Uhh… sure, but only to show you how to do my stretching exercise!” Ron lied glibly. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t thought of a convincing argument to get Gaylord to go along with such a crazy request as this, but it was too late to think of one now! All he could do was bullshit his way through this and hoped Gaylord was super-gullible!

“Uh, Ron… I don’t think I want to do this,” Gaylord replied hesitantly. Strangely, this only encouraged Ron, who’d been expecting Gaylord to flatly refuse. In fact, he was prepared to tackle Gaylord and wrestle him down to the ground to make him comply if need be.

“Aw, Jeez, don’t be such a chicken shit!” Ron replied with a note of disparagement in his voice. “You don’t think I’d hurt you, do you?”

“Well, I seem to remember a midnight visit and a baseball bat…” Gaylord reminded him.

“Look, I was angry then!” Ron replied reasonably. “You punished me for it. And you said you forgave me… and I said I forgave you!” Ron’s version of events were a trifle muddled, but he rushed on in hopes Gaylord wouldn’t remember the inconsistencies (or insincerity) or his logical argument. “Look, tat preacher you watch on TV said that one part of forgiving is trusting! So trust me, okay?”

Ron didn’t know where he got that from, but unknown to him he was dead-on accurate about what the TV preacher had said just an hour earlier, and Gaylord remembered how he was determined to form a better relationship with his cousin based on forgiveness and trust. And so, somewhat reluctantly, Gaylord gave in and held out his hands for Ron to tie the stakes onto… which surprised Ron so much he almost blew his cover by staring at his cousin with slack-jawed amazement.

Thinking fast, Ron quickly but efficiently tied the stakes onto Gaylord’s wrists and ankles. By this time he’d had so much recent practice tying knots that the whole thing took him only a couple of minutes. “Okay… uhh… lie down and stretch your arms and legs wide art so I can pound the stakes in!” Ron requested; unable to believe it could possibly be this easy.

Gaylord lay down on the grass and obligingly stretched his arms and legs out as wide apart as he comfortably could. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked Ron as he nervously eyed the mallet in his cousin’s hand.

“I’m quite skilled in using a mallet!” Ron assured his cousin as he hastily got down on one knee and started to pound the stakes into the ground before Gaylord changed his mind. Noticing that Gaylord still eyed the mallet with some trepidation, Ron continued, “I promise you I won’t hit you with it, if that’s what you’re worried about!”

“Accidentally OR on purpose?” Gaylord asked mildly.

“If I lie, may I give you blow jobs for life!” Ron promised him he as he energetically pounded the stakes deep into the ground. And to be fair, Ron had no intention of reneging on this particular promise, and he was very careful not to hit any part of Gaylord with the mallet.

After all, once he was finished, there would be so many other satisfying ways to torture Gaylord at his leisure! And he’d have a full eight weeks of summer vacation left to do them all in!

“Sucker!” Ron thought as he eyed his cousin with an innocent expression on his face and pounded the last of the tent pegs deeply into the ground – successfully rendering his cousin totally immobile and helplessly at his mercy.

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TBC
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:29 am

Good chapter 8! Thanks!!!!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:49 pm

Chapter Nine – Ron’s Vengeance

Unable to believe that his older cousin was actually foolish enough to let himself be staked out, Ron stood back to admire his handiwork while Gaylord pulled and strained without any noticeable effect at his bonds.

“How does that feel, Gaylord?” Ron asked with a leer; already yielding to the temptation to rub it in, as he got down on one knee beside his struggling cousin.

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“What’s *this* supposed to do?” Gaylord asked with a tone of complaint. “I can’t move a single muscle below my neck… except my fingers and toes!”

“We’re stretching those muscles of yours!” Ron replied with a grin as he gently rubbed his fingers teasingly along the muscles of Gaylord’s closer arm.

“Well, I’m stretching, all right!” Gaylord groused. “I don’t have any choice, tied like this! But this is getting awfully uncomfortable, Ron! Come on, let me loose!”

“But I haven’t shown you the second step of the weight-loss plan I made up for you yet,” Ron replied as he stood up, turned around, and seated himself casually and none too gently atop Gaylord’s belly – his knees tucked up close to his body and his arms wrapped around his waist. “I’m *squishing* all the excess fat right out of you!” he told Gaylord.

“*Oof!* Gaylord exclaimed as Ron seated himself. “Hey! Knock it off! Get off me!”

“What for?” asked Ron with a smug smile. “It’s nice ad comfy here. One good thing about you, cousin… your belly fat makes you a nice, soft seat to sit on.”

“Please, get off!” Gaylord groaned. “I can hardly breathe with you sitting on top of me like this! You feel like you weigh a ton.”

“Oh?” Ron asked teasingly. “And just a while ago you were admiring what a nice, slim body I’ve got!”

Ron HAD grown somewhat since he’d first started tying up and sitting on his friends the previous autumn. At 14, he was now 5’ 10” and weighed about 140 pounds. But at 5’ 7” and 170 pounds, Gaylord was hardly a good person to criticize another person’s weight!

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“Please, get off me!” Gaylord begged again as Ron placed all the weight of his body on his cousin’s stomach. “I don’t like this at all!”

“My saying the same thing to you didn’t stop you from having some fun at *my* expense though, did it?” Ron asked his cousin; this time with a noticeable edge in his voice.

Gaylord’s eyes widened in alarm and realization. “You lied!” he exclaimed. “This IS some kind of revenge scheme!”

“Calling me a liar makes me hopping mad” declared Ron, who immediately began to bounce hard and repeatedly on Gaylord’s stomach. Despite this however, he looked much more like he was happy rather than angry as he bounced.

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Gaylord writhed and thrashed as much as he could (which wasn’t much at all) in his bonds. “*OOF! UMPH! OWW! OOF! UNH! STOP IT!” he cried out; striving to catch his breath when every bounce drove all the air right out of him and made talking very difficult indeed. “Stop! Stop bouncing on me! Please! OOW! I’m begging you!”

Ron relented; more because he didn’t want to get too tired too quickly than because of any merciful impulses on his part. “All right, Gaylord, I’ll stop for now,” Ron replied as he turned his body to face Gaylord – one foot planted on either side of his bound cousin – and continued to sit knees up on his cousin’s well-padded belly in a relaxed manner. “I suppose we should start your squishing exercise more gradually anyway.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Gaylord asked Ron with a groan.

“You wanted me to help you lose weight, so I AM!” Ron replied gleefully. “For starters, as you can’t seem to control your own food intake, I’m going to control it for you!” Ron got into a brief giggling fit for a moment at this point, and it took him a moment to get it under control and resume talking. “You’re going to stay tied up right here, day and night, so that you can’t get any food but what I bring to you. But I’m going to see to it that you get some exercise too. After all, you’d never lose weight if you just lie on the ground all the time. I’ll see to it that you get into better physical shape than you are now!”

Gaylord listened to all this with growing horror and gulped as he realized that Ron was talking about more than a simple prank lasting more than a few minutes or even a more hours. “How long do you plan to keep on doing this?” he asked a trifle timidly.

“Frankly, I wouldn’t mind if I could just keep you tied up out here forever and simply forget about you altogether!” Ron told his cousin with brutal frankness. “But since out folks are coming back in two months, I’ll have to limit your diet and exercise program to just that length of time.”

This didn’t reassure Gaylord in the least. It was in fact a confirmation of his worst fears.

“You’re going to keep me tied up out in the backyard for two whole months?” he exclaimed with the air of someone receiving a life sentence at Folsom prison. “But I’ll starve! How will I go to the bathroom? What about when it rains? I’ll catch cold!”

“Don’t worry!” Ron replied without showing a trace of worry himself. “I’ll feed you; just not enough for you to stay fat! I’ll take care of all your other needs too! You’ll see!”

Gaylord was having none of that. Ron had tricked him into a trap, and now he trusted Ron no further than he could (currently, tied up as he was) throw him! “My only need right now is for you to get off me and let me go!” he protested loudly as he writhed and squirmed underneath Ron in a futile attempt to loosen his bonds. All he succeeded in doing was amuse his younger cousin, who was apparently enjoying the ride.

Gaylord finally gave up his struggles from sheer exhaustion and tried pleading for mercy. “Please untie me, Ron. I promise never to tell anyone about any of this, ever… if you’ll just stop doing this to me right now!” But this only succeeded in amusing Ron too; in fact, hearing Gaylord finally begging was what he’d been looking forward to the most!

“Sorry Gaylord,” Ron replied finally with no noticeable contrition in his voice at all. “No deal. I’m sure you’d rat me out anyway the first chance you got, and I’m having too much fun. For the very first time I’ve got you where you can’t just do whatever you like to me or my stuff. If I’m going to be punished for this, I may as well go for two whole months’ worth of having you at my mercy!”

“You’re crazy!” Gaylord exclaimed sincerely and (under the circumstances) unwisely. I’ll see to it that they put you into the nuthouse when our folks get back home!”

“You’re welcome to try… when they get back!” Ron replied coolly. “And of course *I’ll* tell ‘em about those times *you* sat on *me* and made me suck your cock! In the meantime though, you’re all mine!”

Ron abruptly resumed bouncing on Gaylord’s stomach as hard and as fast as he could… totally ignoring Gaylord as he also resumed yelling in pain, making explosive outtakes of breath, and pleading strenuously for mercy. However, Ron didn’t let up until he was breathing from his exertions almost as hard as Gaylord was from his torments.

Gaylord groaned as Ron resumed placidly sitting sideways and knees up on his belly. “My tummy is really sore from you’re bouncing on it so hard for so long, Ron,” Gaylord complained in a weak, misery-laden voice. “Must you keep sitting on it too?”

“Nah, I guess I can sit somewhere else now,” Ron replied agreeably as he stood up. Gaylord smiled and just had time for a sigh of relief before Ron made a small step sideways and then sat back down again – none too gently – on Gaylord’s chest. “There! Are you happy now?” Ron asked is cousin as he looked down at him with a sly smile.

“No, not really!” Gaylord gasped with discomfort; Ron was putting all his weight on his chest and it was harder for him to breathe than ever.

“No? Well, I can sit on your face for a while if you prefer,” Ron offered mockingly. “You enjoyed sitting on MY face after all… and I seem to recall that you have a thing for doing the same thing to choir boys!”

Gaylord gulped loudly and nervously. “No, no!” he replied hastily and carefully – he didn’t want to sound demanding at this point. “Sit on my chest all you want, Ron! It’s okay! Really” Gaylord concluded with a small, nervous laugh and a sickly grin.

“I knew you’d see it my way!” Ron replied nonchalantly and stayed where he was; secretly enjoying Gaylord’s discomfiture and uncertainty. Gaylord for his part was glad Ron was sitting sideways rather than sitting facing him; even though Ron still wore his shorts, Gaylord was sure he’d find it difficult to keep his own shorts from bursting if he were forced to look straight into the front of Ron’s shorts at point blank range.

Trying to keep his mind off this prospect, Gaylord tried to reason with Ron (not easy even at the best of times in his opinion) once again. “Is this all you’re going to do for the next few weeks, Ron?” he asked hesitantly. “With no TV to watch or anything else to do out here, just sitting on me is going to get pretty boring!”

“You’re right! I’d better make things a little livelier then!” replied Ron. Suddenly he turned his body in just the way Gaylord dreaded (though he also backed up a little) and he sat in a squat (knees up but with his feet still tucked underneath him rather than flat on the ground) facing his cousin’s face. Then, giggling like a boy years younger than he actually was, Ron began to flick Gaylord’s nose and ears as hard and as fast as he could.

To Gaylord, it was like being continually stung by bees. He began to go “Ow!” a lot.

“Are you less bored now, Gaylord?” Ron asked mockingly.

“Ow! OWW! Quit flicking my nose and ears, you punk!” Gaylord snapped with ill temper and consequent poor judgment.

“Oh, what’s the matter?” Ron asked teasingly as he knelt down. “Isn’t this exciting enough for you? Okay, let’s try something else! How this?!” Ron immediately began to slap Gaylord hard and fast right across the face with the palms of his hands.

Gaylord’s cries of lamentation increased in stridency, which only encouraged Ron to keep it up for as long as his arms had to strength to slap.

“Oww! NO! OWW! DON’T! OWW! OWW!” Gaylord yelled loudly.

“What did you say?” Ron asked mockingly, as if he couldn’t have heard Gaylord from clear across the yard! “Slap your face harder and faster? All right! I will!”

And Ron gleefully did so until he finally ran out of steam for a while again.

“Hey! I didn’t go slapping *you* around when I had you tied up!” Gaylord complained with a tear flowing from one eye. “Why are *you* hitting me*?”

“Because I’m angry!” Ron replied as he stood up for a moment… giving Gaylord a brief respite more by accident than by design. “You’ve been the Houseguest from Hell ever since you arrived! But hogging all the food and the TV was one thing! Handcuffing me and sitting on me – NAKED – without my okay is quite another thing, pal! I felt violated and totally helpless… and for the next two months you’re going to get to know how awful I felt up to now for yourself!”

Gaylord felt some remorse, but stubbornly refused to express it under such circumstances as thee. Rather, he took a more self-defensive attitude. “That was a clever ruse you used, then,” he told Ron; “getting me to believe that you wanted to help me lose some weight!”

“Oh, that was no ruse at all,” insisted Ron as he looked down at the bound boy who lay between his feet. “You really ARE going to lose some weight, cousin! That reminds me… it’s time for more of your stomach squishing exercises!”

Ron abruptly stepped back until his feet were alongside Gaylord’s belly. Then, slowly and carefully, he placed one foot on Gaylord’s belly and steadily placed his body weight on it. Then, with a cruel smile, he lifted his other foot off the ground and placed it alongside the first atop Gaylord’s belly. He was now standing atop his cousin’s stomach with his full weight; which made Gaylord exhale explosively and literally left him breathless.

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But Ron wasn’t satisfied with just standing on Gaylord. He now began to lift one foot, set it down, and lift the other foot and set it down in a regular rhythm – gently but quite definitely stomping on his cousin’s guts. Then he stood still and stood on his tip toes for a bit –increasing the pressure on Gaylord’s stomach even more. He began flexing himself up and down in a regular rhythm until he was almost jumping on Gaylord’s stomach. He went no further however; he knew that anything worse would run the risk of seriously injuring Gaylord, and he decided that he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to keep his cousin nice and healthy – so he could continue to torture him slowly but steadily!

Gaylord began to feel like a human trampoline, even though Ron didn’t go so far as to actually jump on top of him. Any sense of restraint on Ron’s part went completely unnoticed by Gaylord, who thought he was being stomped flat like a grape.


Finally Ron got off of Gaylord. “Lunchtime!” he announced as he left Gaylord where he was and went into the house to make himself a couple of ham sandwiches. He brought these out along with some potato chips and some soda to drink, and ate it all with relish while Gaylord eyed him hungrily and thirstily.

“What about me?” Gaylord whined once Ron was finished; having gotten not a morsel of food and only a small sip of the soda.

Smiling cruelly, Ron walked away, he pulled up a clump of grass from a part of the lawn that had recently been soaked by the lawn sprinklers, and sat on Gaylord’s belly with the cup of grass in his hand held close to his cousin’s mouth. Knowing what Ron had in mind, Gaylord naturally kept his mouth tightly closed. Ron casually pinched his nose shut, and told him to open up. “Eat this clump of wet grass, or I’ll find something even nastier and make you eat that!”

Gaylord protested and tried to avert his face, but his situation was hopeless. Ron made him chew on the grass like a cow; watching his cousin with grim satisfaction. Then, as a follow-up, he gagged Gaylord with the grass still in his mouth and sat on Gaylord’s face for an hour with his own shorts pulled down. As Robin and Fred had warned him earlier, there was indeed something highly addictive about having someone else totally at your mercy – especially when you were *mad* at that someone. Poor Gaylord must have thought Ron was going to kill him before he finally relented in the early afternoon.

“I’m taking a break,” Ron told his cousin while giving him a cupful of cold fresh water to drink and a few crackers to eat. “You wait right here until I get back.”

“Wait! Don’t leave me tied up here like this! Please!” Gaylord begged.

So Ron gagged him too to keep him quiet. “If you want to get loose, free yourself,” he said to his helpless cousin as he gently patted on some duct tape over Gaylord’s mouth (stuffed with a dirty sock) and walked away.

Ron couldn’t wait to tell Donny and the others what had happened, and he raced over to the Karma farm on his bicycle in nearly record time. Though he had wanted to deal with Gaylord without any help, he just had to share the tale of this victory with his friends now that he had Gaylord tied up and helpless.

And perhaps they’d like to share the fun of torturing Gaylord as well!!!


tbc
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Feb 09, 2011 10:10 am

Good chapter 9! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Feb 09, 2011 3:44 pm

Chapter Ten – Ron’s News

Despite how eager Ron was to tell his news to his friends, it was almost driven completely out of his mind for a while when he discovered that his friends had a surprise of their own to reveal to him.

Fred answered the door to Ron’s knock in a state of considerable excitement and a state or nearly total undress (wearing only a set of Speedos when he came to the door). In fact, the younger boy all but pulled Ron inside the house the instant he had the door open, closed the door behind them, and practically pulled Ron along up the stairs to his room in his eagerness to show him his own surprise.

And what a surprise it was! Donny was lying in bed, totally naked, and securely chained in place by his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Robin was also naked and straddling Donny’s belly, playfully (and not with any great force) slapping Donny in the face. Donny however was laughing rather than crying; apparently as happy as Robin was.

“Look Ron! Isn’t this great? Donny has *finally* let us chain him up!” Fred said rapidly and eagerly as he quickly pulled off his Speedos, sat on Donny’s lower belly right behind his older brother, and began bouncing energetically.

“Climb aboard, Ron,” Robin invited the blond boy as he patted Donny’s vacant chest in front of him. “There’s plenty of room for you too!”

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Ron removed his shirt, socks, and shoes but left on his shorts as he climbed up onto the bed and carefully straddled Donny’s chest. “I can’t stay for very long though guys,” Ron announced as he braced Donny’s face between his slender thighs and began to gently flick his nose. “Guess what? I’ve got Gaylord all tied up out in my backyard!”

“Really? You mean, right at this very moment?” Donny asked him eagerly; showing no apparent objection to having his nose flicked.

“Yep!” Ron confirmed proudly as he went from flicking Donny’s nose to twisting it. “He’s been tied up for the last four hours! I’ve been sitting on him the whole time and making him cry!”

Donny smiled happily and expressed his congratulations.

“You finally made that puke your prisoner?” asked Robin. “Cool! What do you plan to do to him now?”

“I’m not sure yet!” Ron replied as he casually began slapping Donny’s face. “That’s one reason why I came here. I figured you guys could give me some expert advice on how to torture him!”

“Can we come along and help?” Donny asked eagerly.

This was of course what Ron had in mind in the first place, but under the circumstances he couldn’t help teasing Donny a bit. “How can you help, Donny?” Ron asked with a chuckle as he pulled and twisted on Donny’s face like it was made of silly putty. “You’re all tied up yourself!”

“Aw, Robin and Fred won’t keep me chained up in here forever,” Donny replied to Ron with a dismissive smile.

Ron exchanged glances with the other two boys behind him and winked. Fred and Robin immediately caught onto Ron’s evil plan as if the details had been expressed to them very carefully in advance and played along with him.

Fred turned to Donny with almost no noticeable pause and wore a broad grin on his face. “Uhhh…. Actually Donny, Robin and I have been giving that some thought!”

Not catching on, Donny’s smile rapidly changed to a slight frown of concern. “Huh? What’s *that supposed to mean?” he asked doubtfully.

Ron sat up on one knee so he could rest his elbow on that knee – and cover up the big goofy grin on his face that would have completely given everything away to the gullible redheaded boy he was sitting on. It looked like Donny was falling for it!

“Well, actually Donny…” continued Fred, who was thinking fast, “it took *so* long to get you to let us tie you up that… well… Robin and I have decided that we really *are* going to keep you around forever.”

“I hope you don’t mind… much!” Robin added blandly.

“Wha…. What?” Donny asked, flabbergasted. “You – you’re not serious, are you?” Donny asked in a voice that implied that was swallowing this tale hook, line, and sinker.

“Of course we are, Donny!” Robin replied glibly. “We like you so much that we can’t bear to let you leave… *ever*!”

“But don’t worry!” Fred said smoothly and soothingly. “We’ll take care of *all* your needs otherwise!”

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Donny was wide-eyed and frantic by now. He looked pleadingly up at Ron, who was now sitting with his long legs dangling over the edge of the bed in apparent unconcern for Donny’s plight. “Ron! Help me! Please don’t let them keep me chained up in here like this *forever*!”

“Leave me out of this, dude!” Ron replied; striving hard to keep the goofy smile of his face. “If I try to stop them, they might just chain *me* up too!”

Donny went crazy, and began thrashing around in his binds with all the strength he could muster! “No! NO! NOOO!” he wailed like a banshee. “I thought this was just for a few hours! I- I don’t *want* to be chained up FOREVER! Let me go! LET ME GOOO!”

He bucked and thrashed underneath the other three boys, who found themselves enjoying the ride thoroughly. “Wow! This is just like a bucking bronco!” Ron said happily.

“Yeee-haaaa!” cried Fred, who was being tossed a few inches into the air with each buck but was in no danger of losing his seat. “Ride ‘em, cowboy!”

Donny bucked and thrashed until he was forced to give up from sheer exhaustion. “*Puff!* *Gasp!* Let me go!” he wailed pitifully. *Pant!* *Pant!* Plee-eassee!”

Ron couldn’t bear to keep a straight face any longer; this was too hilarious. “Take it easy, dude! We’re just joking! Honest!” he finally told his friend amid a burst of laughter.

Donny was not laughing; nor was he quite convinced. “Prove it! Let me go! NOW!” he insisted with tears in his eyes.

Realizing their joke had gone too far, the other three boys immediately got off of Donny, unlocked his restraints, and helped him up to a sitting position. He still looked nervous for a few moments, but is breathing was settling down and the fear in his eyes subsided as he more fully realized he’d merely been pranked.

“I’m sorry we scared you so badly, Donny,” Fred said to him with evident sincerity as he sat on the edge of the bed to Donny’s right. “I never thought for a moment that you’d take us *that* seriously! Besides, with Ron busy with his cousin now, if we kept *you* tied up, who’d tie *us* up? You’re all we’ve got!”

Donny nodded quietly, blushing with embarrassment at being fooled so easily.

“Anyway, I hope you guys can come over to my place and help me make Gaylord’s summer vacation something he won’t forget in a million years!” Ron invited them.

“We’ll be there bright and early tomorrow morning!” Robin promised eagerly. “It’ll be nice to have someone to torture that we don’t have to go easy on like we have to with you and Donny!”

“Gosh, if that’s going easy, I’d hate to be at your mercy if you hated me!” Donny replied with a small shudder, but he was grinning too.

“I can’t believe you fell for that routine,” Ron said to Donny teasingly.

“But don’t you see, Ron?” Fred asked. “If Donny could be that scared of us despite how well he knows us, imagine the kind of dread you can inspire in Gaylord when he has every reason to expect the worst from you! That dread’s as good as any torture!”

“You knew they were only kidding?” Donny asked Ron in mild accusation.

“Sure! I know ‘em too well!” Ron replied with a grin; deliberately neglecting to point out that the joke was his own idea in the first place.

“Now, can you sweet-talk Donny into letting us tie him up again before you go home?”

But by this time Donny was relieved enough that he didn’t need much convincing. Fred proceeded to tie him back up while Robin dug some magazines out of a drawer and gave them to Ron. “Here’s a little present for you, Ron,” The older boy told him. “I thought you might to look at some of my B&D magazines. They might give you a few ideas about what to do with… or to… your cousin!”

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Ron glanced idly at the cover of the magazine on top of the stack and was transfixed. Underneath the garish title “Teenaged Mutant Naked Wrestlers”, a muscular (and naked) teenaged boy was bully-pinning down another naked boy on a wrestling mat. The one on top was smiling broadly whereas the other boy looked vaguely horrified.

Ron idly flipped the magazine over to the next one, which was titled “Catch of the Day”. Two lightly clad boys were standing to either side of a third one who was hanging upside down by his ankles with his hands bound behind his back. Fascinated, Ron flipped over to the next one, “All Tied Up!”, which showed two teenaged boys securing tying a third boy their age into a kitchen chair. A fourth one, “Slave Boys”, showed two boys bound in chains, gagged, and sitting forlornly inside some kind of dungeon cell.

While Ron was gazing at these magazines in fascination, Robin was casually tying up his younger brother and laying him down on the bed beside Donny. “Take a load off, Ron!” Robin invited him as he casually sat upon his younger brother’s chest knees up; eliciting no complaint at all from Fred despite being bigger and heavier than Fred was. Ron looked up, saw that Donny’s entire body was unoccupied, and idly sat down on Donny’s chest with scarcely a thought or a word to his friends. Ron grabbed the magazine “Bondage For Beginners’ (the front cover showed a series of smiling kid’s heads around a set of handcuffs, while the back cover showed a nine-year-old boy placing a leash on another one who was already tied up), and opened it up to see what was inside. His eyes got huge.

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“Holy shit! They actually make magazines showing this kind of stuff?” he exclaimed quietly as he quickly flipped page after page; barely paying any attention to Donny while still sitting on his chest.

“Yep! Together we’ve got hundreds of them!” Robin replied with a grin as he grasped his tool and stroked the underside of his younger brother’s chin with it. “They’re all illegal of course, but we don’t let *that* stop us!”

“Wow! I’m getting good ideas about how to torture Gaylord already” exclaimed Ron as he stared at a picture of a smaller boy using a whip on a chained-up boy twice his size.

“Take ‘em home and study ‘em at your leisure,” Robin invited him. “Maybe you can even show Gaylord some of what you intend to do to him and make him sweat a little!”

Donny stared up at the magazine cover; or what he could see of it as it rested on the tops of Ron’s legs. He’d seen a few of Robin’s magazines but hadn’t seen these particular ones yet. “Those look like cool reading!” he complimented Robin. “Can I look at one?”

Fred suddenly giggled. “You can’t! You’re all tied up again!” he teased gently.

“Rats!” Donny sighed good-naturedly.

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Ron was flipping through the magazine and eagerly scanning the contents; it was apparently a thorough manual for the acquisition, feeding, and care of young prisoners by equally young (or inexperienced) captors. “Wow!” Ron said quietly. A pause. “This is really extreme!” he then said as his eyes grew steadily wider. Another pause. “Cool!” he sighed contentedly at a particular image that transfixed him.

It suddenly occurred to Ron that he had his own prisoner that he was now eager to practice some of these techniques on without further delay. Grinning hugely, he got off of Donny and put on his shirt and footwear. “Thanks for the loan of the magazines, guys,” he said to Robin, who was now untying his brother. “Okay if I drop in again tonight and let you know how I’m doing?”

You’d be more than welcome!” Robin replied sincerely as he finished tying his brother. Both boys - still buck-naked - then resumed sitting on the still-bound Donny.

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“Okay! Suck you later then!” Ron exclaimed with a friendly wave, and was out the door like a shot. Fred and Robin smiled fondly as the heard Ron whistle and giggle to himself as he got outside, climbed on his bike, and rode away out of earshot.

“By the way,” Fred said casually to Donny as he stuffed a sock into his mouth and proceeded to gag him; “we really *are* going to keep you tied up forever. We just couldn’t say so with Ron around, that’s all!”

“Yeah… we’ll just train someone else to tie us up and play with us from now on,” Robin added with a grin.

Both boys laughed merrily as Donny’s eyes grew wide with terror and he broke out into a cold sweat. “MMM-MMM-MM!” he cried through his gag as he began to struggle as hard as he could. This time he was tied in a way that allowed him to move around more – thereby increasing the thrill of the ride for his two captors as the rode the bucking bronco once again – but gave him no better chance to escape from captivity than he had before.

Both boys yelled and whooped like happy cowboys as they rode a fiercely struggling Donny into exhaustion once again. Then once he was tired out, the torture began…


TBC
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby snobound » Wed Feb 09, 2011 4:51 pm

Just got caught up with chapters six and seven. LOL... wasn't expecting.....! Gaylord is an evil little shit! I hope Ron's revenge winds up being equal to Gaylord's built up karma....

I'll check out the remaining chapters when I'm in a better mindset, and able to appreciate them.
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:05 am

Good chapter 10! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:53 pm

snobound wrote:Gaylord is an evil little shit! I hope Ron's revenge winds up being equal to Gaylord's built up karma....


By now you'll have seen that Ron is probably just as evil a shit. In later chapters you will find that Fred and Robin Karma have well deserved last names too! :twisted:

Chapter Eleven – Ron’s Magazine Torture

Ron slowly rode his bike home, carrying the magazines Robin had loaned him inside a large plastic bag dangling by its handles from the handlebars. He peddled to the backyard and parked his bike against the outer wall of the house, grabbed the bag, and casually walked to the semi-concealed glade where Gaylord had been staked out. As Ron fully expected, Gaylord was right where he’d left him; as securely tied as he’d been when Ron had left him there.

“Hi, cousin, I’m home…” Ron called to Gaylord with a cheerful smile and a jaunty wave of his hand as he set down his bagful of magazines, knelt down beside Gaylord’s head, and untied his gag. “Did you miss me?” Ron asked happily.

Gaylord sighed wearily. “Under the circumstances, I’d have to say yes!” Gaylord replied without overt sarcasm. “I thought you were going to leave me out here all night! Where have you been anyway?”

“Just visiting some friends,” Ron replied as he checked over Gaylord’s bonds.

“Please tell me that you’re going untie me now!” Gaylord pleaded with a tone that might have melted a heart of stone.

But not Ron’s heart. “Nope, I’m just making sure you haven’t worked any knots loose or gotten a hand or foot free,” Ron replied casually. Finding a bit of slack in the ropes around Gaylord’s left wrists, Ron immediately tightened it; making Gaylord wince. “We can’t have you getting loose, now can we, cousin?” Ron asked with a grin before moving on to check Gaylord’s ankles.

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“That’d be a dirty, rotten shame all right,” he replied a trifle sarcastically now. “Your concern for my well-being is certainly touching.”

Ron smiled at the jibe as he checked Gaylord’s bonds carefully. “You made more progress than I’d expected, Cousin,” Ron replied with a grin as he tightened some more slack he’d found. “First your left wrist, and now I see you actually got it so that you could wiggle your right ankle a bit, too! There, it’s good and tight now! Good thing I came along when I did, huh? Why, if you got enough slack, you could work yourself free… in a week or two, perhaps.”

“Damn you!” Gaylord muttered under his breath as he felt the small amount of slack he’d managed to achieve over the past two hours disappear in less than two minutes.

Ron heard this but merely smiled. Confident that Gaylord was going nowhere, Ron casually took off his shirt and sat down on Gaylord’s belly sideways. The shade from the trees had moved away over the course of the day and Gaylord was lying in the sunlight now… and had been for the last hour or so. He was sweating bullets by this time, so Ron took sufficient pity on him to fetch him a cup of cold water from the house and allowed him to drink. However else he planned to make Gaylord suffer, Ron had no intention of including excessive thirst or hunger among the ways he’d achieve this.

Still adjusting to near sensory overload himself, Ron decided to take it easy on Gaylord for a while. This wasn’t due to any impulse to be kind or merciful. Actually, he figured that when he was in the mod to torment Gaylord again, it would be an even bigger shock to him than if he resume tormenting Gaylord right away anyhow.

Apparently Gaylord couldn’t stand the suspense for long however. “What are you going to do to me now?” he asked Ron nervously.

Ron pulled the bag of magazines toward him and took one of the magazines out at random. “I’m not going to do *anything* to you right now. So unless you *want* me to abuse you, I’d advise you to just lie there and be quiet,” he advised his cousin mildly. “I’m just going to sit here and read some of these magazines for a while.”

“Are those porn magazines?” Gaylord asked; catching a glimpse of the cover – which showed a squatting boy dressed in an open cotton shirt and nothing else smiling at the camera. The title on the cover simply said, “BOYS!!!”

“Yeah,” Ron replied absently as he flipped through the pages; stopping at one showing a fully naked boy kneeling on a carpet with his trim, muscular arms folded back behind his head. He wasn’t tied up; none of the boys in this particular magazine were. Ron tossed it aside to find another one. “I borrowed them from some friends of mine, so your little porn purge didn’t get them!”

“Can I at least talk to you?” Gaylord asked hesitantly as Ron selected another, more interesting looking magazine called “Sexy Boys”. The boy on the front cover definitely lived up to the title in Ron’s estimation.

“Sure, you may talk, and I’ll talk to you too” Ron replied mildly. “That is, as long as you don’t complain or otherwise piss me off,” he added more sternly.

“Hey! Those of photos of naked boys you’re looking at!” Gaylord exclaimed, seeing the cover of the magazine Ron was holding clearly for the first time as Ron shifted position and turned his body facing Gaylord’s head rather than sideways. “Wow! I didn’t know *you* were into that kind of thing!”

Ron lowered the magazine he was holding to frown at Gaylord. “You watch religious programs to ogle choir boys, and you’re criticizing what I read?!” he asked in disbelief.

“I don’t want to criticize,” Gaylord replied; smiling for the first time since he’d been tied up. “I want to see the pictures too!”

Ron sighed and rolled his eyes. “I should have known,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed another magazine called “Harry’s Hang-ups”; showing boys in various forms of suspension bondage.

“Please let me look!” Gaylord pleaded. “I promise to be quiet if you let me look!”

Ron figured he could do that more satisfactorily by gagging Gaylord again, but decided to humor Gaylord for a bit. Setting down the magazine he was holding, he leafed through the others. “Boys in Leather”? Naw. “Whipping Boys?” Maybe. “Boys in Bondage”? Bingo! Ron grabbed it and showed it to his cousin. How about this one?”

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“Cool!” exclaimed Gaylord. “'Boys in Bondage' is my favorite magazine!”

Under the circumstances, Ron thought that was pretty funny and snickered as he draped the magazine directly onto Gaylord’s face. “There. That a close enough loom for you?”

“Awww, I can’t see a thing this way!” groused Gaylord. But Ron ignored him.

Gaylord actually managed to stay quiet for about a half hour. Then, as Ron was looking at an issue of Pee-pee Herman” (and learning about golden showers), Gaylord started up again. “You say you borrowed these magazines from some friends?” he asked.

“Yeah, they have a huge collection of ‘em,” Ron replied absently.

“I think I’d like to meet these friends of yours,” Gaylord said after another few minutes of golden silence.

“Don’t worry, you will!” replied Ron. “Tomorrow!”

“Really?” asked Gaylord, sounding more happy than distressed; apparently somehow still unaware of the circumstances in which Ron planned to have this meeting take place.

“Yeah, they’re going to sit on you too and help me torture you,” Ron told him bluntly with a cruel, close-mouthed smile.

“…Oh!” Gaylord replied meekly after a silent pause; his eyes wide open and bulging.

“And we’re going to try out some of these ideas in these magazines, too,” Ron continued in an effort to twist the psychological knife. He grabbed an issue of “Teenaged Torturers” magazine and showed Gaylord a picture of one boy whipping another boy on one page. The picture on the opposite page showed a naked boy dangling by his wrists from chains that held him suspended over a campfire; his legs were apparently thrashing wildly about and his expression was less than happy.

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Gaylord gulped nervously, proving to Ron that his psych-out job was working. “I thought you might enjoy that,” Ron said dryly as he flipped through the pages in search of other distressing photos. He found one and gleefully showed it to Gaylord.

“Maybe you’d like to be like this poor kid!” suggested Ron. The picture was of a kneeling naked boy locked inside a metal cage that was too small for him to lie down or stand up in. he was clutching the bars and apparently yelling. Ron doubted the situation was altogether real but Gaylord seemed to think otherwise. “I can arrange that for you easily,” Ron could help but add.

“Would you really do that to me?” Gaylord asked in horror.

“Sure, and take picture of you inside it too and sell ‘em to this magazine!” Ron replied with an evil grin. “Then some big hairy guys can ogle pictures of *you* inside a cage! Wouldn’t that be something?”

Gaylord didn’t seem to think so; he was shaking his head violently from side to side. Ron gleefully continued to show Gaylord pictures. One showed a boy hanging upside down by his ankles while two others taunted him. Another showed a boy hanging by his wrists and being lowered into what seemed like a boiling cauldron by another boy dressed in black leather. Still another showed a naked boy handcuffed, hobbled, and led along on a chain leash by another boy dressed in casual clothing.

“I’m looking forward to re-enacting these scenes with you!” Ron told Gaylord, laughing ghoulishly as he showed his helpless cousin picture after picture.

“Ron, be serious!” Gaylord pleaded; he was shivering and sweating nervously.

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“I AM being serious!” said Ron; and he sounded like he meant it too. “I like this last one, don’t you? I think I’ll put a leash on you and walk you around like a little dog through the woods! I wish I dared take you down the town streets like that, though!”

“I think I’ve seen enough now, Ron,” Gaylord replied; turning his head away and closing his eyes tightly.

Ron relented and put away the magazines. He then settled for simply sitting on his cousin’s chest for a while - facing sideways, with his arms hugging his drawn up knees. After a half-hour of relatively peaceful silence, Gaylord ventured to ask his cousin another question. “Ron… how much longer are you going to sit on me?”

“Why? You want me to go back to bouncing on you instead?” Ron asked playfully.

Gaylord gasped as if Ron was already doing such a thing. “NO!” he begged loudly. Then, seeing Ron as merely continuing to sit quietly ad look down at him with a =n amused grin, Gaylord continued more quietly. “No, I… it’s just that’s it’s getting late, and I’m getting hungry.”

Ron looked up and realized he hadn’t noticed the time passing. The sun was sinking behind the trees on the far side of the yard, placing them in the shade again. The air was starting to get noticeably cooler.

“Wow! You’re right, cousin!” Ron declared as he quickly got up off Gaylord and put his shirt back on. “We must’ve been out here for hours! I’ve worked up quite an appetite myself! It is definitely chow time!”

“Great!” Gaylord replied eagerly; hoping that at long last he’d be freed and he could have something to eat; he hadn’t felt as hungry as he did now in a long time!

Ron grabbed his bag of magazines and proceeded to walk casually to the house without a backward glance to Gaylord. “I’ll be back after I eat some dinner, cousin. ‘Bye!”

Gaylord stared at the retreating Ron in disbelief. “Hey!” he called out to Ron. When Ron neither slowed down nor looked back at him, Gaylord called out even louder. “HEY! What about me?!”

“What *about* you?” asked Ron; neither looking back nor slowing his pace; he was well over a hundred feet away now.

“I – I’m hungry too!” Gaylord pointed out in frustration. “Aren’t you going to untie me so *I* can eat dinner too?”

“Weren’t you listening?” Ron asked derisively as he stopped about halfway back to the house and looked back at him. “You’re staying out here and eating only what I bring you! Don’t worry… I’ll bring you *something* to eat – even though you’d already pigged out today before I tied you up!”

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“You – you were serious about that?” Gaylord asked incredulously as Ron resumed walking back toward the house.

“Yep! See you later!” Ron called back, and then he passed around the corner of the house and was lost to Gaylord’s sight.

It was only then that Gaylord finally came to the realization that he was doomed.


TBC
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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby xtc » Fri Feb 11, 2011 2:29 am

Two good episodes, Jason. Just one question: I thought gaylord was supposed to be rather fatter than you potray him in your illustrations. Or have I mis-read?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Feb 11, 2011 6:46 am

Good chapter 11! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:45 am

xtc wrote:Two good episodes, Jason. Just one question: I thought gaylord was supposed to be rather fatter than you potray him in your illustrations. Or have I mis-read?


No, you haven't mis-read. I drew him fatter in the original comic books but thought they came out a bit too ugly for reproduction here. I guess I should have tried to keep him a *little* fatter. I'll touch up the previous drawings to make him more 'pleasingly' plump a little later.


Chapter Twelve – Ron’s Quiet Picnic

Gaylord still couldn’t quite believe that this was happening to him. Evening was coming, and he was a virtual prisoner in his own cousin’s backyard. Ron had suckered him but good. He’d had a pretty good idea what Ron was really up to from the start with those so-called ‘stretching’ exercises, but he’d let Ron tie him up anyway in hopes of resolving the bad blood between them so that they could finally become friends. Gaylord simply hadn’t believed that the blond brat was *really* going to keep him tied up out here for any great length of time. But apparently Ron’s vindictiveness was even greater than he’d realized.

Gaylord attempted to wriggle free of his bonds for what seemed like the thousandth time that afternoon – but had made no progress at all. He couldn’t get those ropes or the stakes to budge at all! He was well and truly trapped; he doubted he could free himself even if he had a hundred years without Ron once inspecting and re-tightening his bonds! Gaylord was now realizing that he was completely at Ron’s mercy.

Gaylord was scared.

The sun was setting out of sight behind the trees on the far side of the yard, and the air was definitely getting too cool for him as he lay there wearing only his swim trunks, when Ron suddenly came back into sight walking around the corner of the house. He had changed into warmer clothes – including a full-length set of slacks and a thicker shirt – and was carrying a pair of blankets tucked under one arm and a picnic basket in his other hand. He was singing “Do You Really Want to Hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?” This did not improve Gaylord’s bleak mood very much, although at least Ron seemed to be in high spirits.

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“I’m back,” Ron announced unnecessarily as he walked up to Gaylord’s side, knelt down, and set down the stuff he was carrying. “I brought you a nice picnic basket lunch… or dinner… for both of us so we could eat together for once.” Ron began checking over Gaylord’s binds as he continued, “I’d have been back quicker, but it’s getting so cool outside that I figured I’d better change into something a bit warmer first.” Ron’s knot inspection didn’t last long, as he found no slack in the ropes needing tightening this time.

“What about me?” asked Gaylord plaintively. “All I’ve got on is this bathing suit you conned me into wearing before we came outside!”

“I thought of that,” Ron replied cheerfully as he grabbed the blankets, unfolded them, and fluffed them out. “See? I’ll drape one over you to help keep you warm! But first, I’ll loosen your bonds one at a time just long enough to tuck another one underneath you for you to lie on.”

This procedure took a while, as Ron didn’t dare free more than one of Gaylord’s limbs at a time, so it was still difficult to get one of the blankets underneath him. However, it was impossible to do so otherwise, and even Ron was not cruel enough to leave his cousin in too much long-term discomfort. Eventually, with some effort and patience, Ron was able to get the blanket underneath his cousin. Gaylord was too relived to have each wrist and ankle briefly freed (and the circulation massaged back into it by a thoughtful Ron) to make any protest or resistance which would have been futile in any case).

Gaylord had to admit to himself that it felt much more comfortable once he was lying on one blanket and Ron had placed the second blanket over him – leaving only his head, shoulders, and arms uncovered. He even didn’t mind it when Ron immediately followed this up by walking onto the blanket and straddling his belly… especially not when Ron opened up the picnic basket and proceeded to unload its contents. Gaylord looked up eagerly to see what Ron had brought.

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“I brought a double cheese-burger, a hotdog in a bun, some fries, and some cookies,” Ron announced as he brought each item out and set it down somewhere on Gaylord’s chest or beside his head. He’d also brought condiments such as ketchup and mustard as well. Then Ron brought out a sealed container of ice-cold lemonade to wash it all down with. Gaylord gazed at it thirstily, licking his chops; he was quite thirsty by now. Ron placed some ice inside a glass, poured some lemonade into it, and casually brushed the frosty glass against Gaylord’s cheek. “Cool, huh?” Ron asked teasingly.

“It sounds great,” Gaylord replied hungrily. “But how can I eat with my hands tied?”

“You don’t! This is all for *me*!” replied Ron as he took the glass of lemonade to his own lips, took a long, slow drink from it, smacked his lips, and went “Aaahhh!” Then, as Gaylord watched with longing eyes, Ron took the cheeseburger and took a big bit out of it. He chewed slowly and carefully and with exaggerated satisfaction; enjoying watching Gaylord’s reaction even more than the food itself.

Gaylord began to drool like a dog.

“Ummm… boy, this hits the spot!” Ron declared after swallowing the first bite and just before taking a second one. “Ummm… too bad you’re on a diet!”

Gaylord gulped and swallowed empty air nervously. “Please, Ron… let me have just one bite!” Gaylord begged. “PLEASE!”

“No way!” Ron replied with a smile of satisfaction. “No one nibbles on *my* food!” And he took another exaggerated bite and chewed slowly and noisily.

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“Ron! Please have some pity!” Gaylord pleaded; almost in tears. “I’m starving! And I’m so thirsty too!”

“You big wuss!” Ron snapped unsympathetically as he grabbed a handful of fries and ate them. “You were stuffing your face only a few hours ago! I had way less than you did this morning, and hadn’t had anything to eat since I tied you up until now! Hell, you don’t know what real hunger IS! But you WILL before I’M through with you!”

Gaylord stared up at Ron in fright. “You… you’re going to starve me to death?” he asked plaintively.

Ron’s reaction to this took Gaylord by surprise. His face clouding up with sudden anger, Ron set down what was left of the cheeseburger he was holding and then gave Gaylord a single, hard slap to the side of the face. It was only one slap, but it had all the strength of Ron’s leanly muscular arm behind it, and it made Gaylord yell out in equal parts pain, surprise, and fright.

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“Don’t you EVER say that to me again!” Ron yelled. Then, seeing Gaylord’s evident fright and confusion, he moderated his voice somewhat but still let his anger show. Wise up! Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve been telling you?!”

“Why did you hit me?” Gaylord asked mournfully; his eyes streaming with tears.

“You pissed me off when you accused me of starving you!” Ron replied sternly but more calmly. “I told you that you’re on an enforced diet! I promised I’d feed you – and I WILL! Just not as much or as often as you’re probably used to, that’s all!”

But I’m hungry NOW!” Gaylord insisted; sounding vaguely like Homer Simpson.

Ron slapped Gaylord in the face again, although not quite as hard as he had the first time. Gaylord still yelled like a little child stung by a hornet. Then Ron casually began to flick Gaylord's nose with the forefingers of both his hands, until Gaylord's nose felt like he actually had been stung by a hornet - or rather by several of them in rapid succession.

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“From now on, I’m punishing you whenever you complain!” Ron warned him.

This was too much for Gaylord, and he started struggling in his bonds and shaking his head back and forth. “Damn you!” he yelled. “You have no right to do this to me! NO RIGHT!”

Ron smiled in grim satisfaction as he cleared food items off of Gaylord’s chest, squatted on that spot himself, and began to slap Gaylord in the face over and over again – less hard than before but the accumulative effect on Gaylord was devastating morally even more than physically. “You don’t hear so good, do you cousin?!” Ron told him with a mocking smile. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep punishing you until you get it through your head who’s in charge here now! Meanwhile, your own food will have to wait!”

“OW! OWW! Quit slapping me! OWWW! THAT HURTS!” Gaylord protested; but the more he yelled, the longer and harder Ron slapped his face.

However, Gaylord didn’t seem to be learning his lesson, so Ron tried another tactic. He got up, turned around to face the other way, and knelt down until the seat of his pants were mere inches over Gaylord’s upturned face. “Since you insist on being a hard-ass, I guess I’ll have to show you what a hard ass *I* have!” Ron scolded him.

Oh no!” Gaylord protested as he tried to turn his face away. But Ron kept Gaylord from turning his face by firmly bracing his head between his feet and ankles, and then slowly Ron descended until his upper body weight was firmly resting on Gaylord’s face. With his air largely cut off (though he could still get enough air through his mouth past the seat of Ron’s trousers to keep from passing out) and his cries efficiently muffled into dull incoherence, Gaylord struggled until he felt too light headed to continue.

Ron could feel Gaylord’s breath against his seat and knew his cousin wasn’t in too much distress, and so he waited until Gaylord’s struggles had quieted down to nothing. “Well, it’s been five minutes now, Gaylord,” Ron told him cheerfully without yet letting him come up for air. “Are you ready to behave yourself and do what I say?”

“Yeph! YAPPH!” Gaylord’s muffled voice could be vaguely heard, sobbing. “Ah’ll ‘oo ennypheng! ENNYPHANG! Jupg ‘et off mah paphhh! Ah cairn brreeepphhh!”

Ron knew this was an exaggeration; Gaylord could still breathe – if no more freely than as if he had a really bad head cold. But Ron relented, got up off Gaylord’s face, turned around to face Gaylord again, and squatted back down on his chest… grinning widely as Gaylord noisily sought to catch his breath. He sounded vaguely like Darth Vader, only he was breathing much faster and gasping every so often.

“Okay, cousin – I’ll let you off lightly this time,” Ron told him as he reached over to the picnic basket and pulled something out. “And to prove to you that I’m not *too* cruel, I’ll even feed you a turkey sandwich right now!” Ron held out the sandwich right before Gaylord’s eyes. Gaylord stared at it as a drowning man might eye a life preserver that was floating in the water mere feet away.

“You will? You’ll untie my hands so I can eat?” Gaylord asked cautiously.

“There’s no need for your hands to be freed for you to eat,” Ron pointed out with a grin as he held the sandwich right up to Gaylord’s mouth. “I’ll just hold the sandwich close to your mouth whenever you want a bite… just like this!”

“I knew there’d be a catch,” Gaylord replied with a quiet moan, before hastily taking a bite of the sandwich in case Ron yanked it away after his complaint. He chewed contentedly for a moment, and then frowned unhappily. “Hey! There’s no mayo in it!”

“Yes there is,” Ron replied patiently as he gave his cousin a sip of water from a plastic bottle with a in it to prevent spillage. “Only I used a tablespoon of mayo instead of half a cup of it like *you* usually do!”

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“Gaylord realized that Ron was right; he just wasn’t used to so little mayo, but decided it wasn’t too bad – especially under these circumstances. “Could I have some of those fries?” he asked. “Or some potato chips?”

“Nope!” Ron replied with a smile; obviously enjoying his newfound power over his cousin’s dietary habits. “Too fattening.”

“Well, could I have something to drink besides water?” Gaylord asked; now striving to continue to sound polite instead of complaining.

“Nope!” Ron replied coolly; relishing being able to deny Gaylord’s every request. “There’s too much for you in anything else we’ve go. We’ve got no diet drinks stocked yet. You’ll have to wait until I can order some stuff from the supermarket… maybe tomorrow. Good thing they deliver… for a small charge. I can’t carry enough to feed us both riding my bike even with my backpack, and I can’t drive.”

“Just a sip of lemonade?” Gaylord whined.

“NO!” replied Ron happily.

“Asshole!” Gaylord muttered.

“You want to smell my asshole again?” Ron asked with an evil smile. “All right! I’m happy I can give you *something* you asked for!”

“Oh no! Nooo!” Gaylord wailed as Ron casually turned around like before and hovered over his head. “I didn’t mean it! I’m SORRY! Please don’t sit on my face again! Pretty please!!!”

“Sorry Gaylord,” Ron replied with obvious insincerity. “The sooner you learn your lesson, the easier it’ll b for the both of us!” And then Ron sat down; muffling another cry of outrage from his cousin. He grinned, and watched the sky as it grew steadily darker and the first stars became visible.

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*****

“This time I sat on your face for TEN minutes,” Ron told Gaylord as he put away the trash from the picnic; using the light he’d previously turned on inside his bedroom and set by the window facing this way to see by. “The next time you mouth off, it’ll be FIFTEEN minutes – with my ants pulled down! GOT IT?!”

“Y-y-yes!” Gaylord replied carefully. Then he paused, staring mutely up with pleading eyes. He obviously had something on his mind but didn’t dare ask it aloud.

Ron raised his eyebrows and gestured in a silent query of “What is it now?”

“Can I ask a question without being punished?” Gaylord asked hesitantly.

“I won’t punish any *honest* questions… just wiseass ones!” Ron promised him. “So what’s on your mind now, cousin?”

Gaylord was still hesitant; obviously the question he had in mind was an embarrassing one. Ron waited patiently, as he now thought he knew what Gaylord was thinking of. “Well…” Gaylord finally ventured tentatively as he began sweating profusely, “if you keep me tied up hand and foot like this… *gulp!* how will I go to the bathroom?!”

“Good question,” Ron replied with a taunting chuckle as he got off Gaylord, knelt to one side of him, and folded the blanket atop him off to one side. “Think you can hold it for two months?”

“Please Ron, I’m serious!” Gaylord moaned piteously. “I’ve got to go real bad… NOW!”

“Hold your water!” Ron said puckishly. “I’d already figured out how to deal with this situation before I tied you up. But you probably aren’t going to like my solution much!”
And with that, he reached over and pulled Gaylord’s shorts down as far as he could with his cousin’s spread apart as they were. With some effort he was able to get Gaylord’s private area fully exposed to the evening air.

“What are you doing?” Gaylord almost screeched. “Jesus, Ron! Don’t you believe in other people’s privacy at all?!”

Ron was on one knee beside his cousin and eyeing him sardonically. “You did the same thing to ME, as I recall. And you sat on me naked and made me suck you off! So what secrets do you suppose you still have, you hypocrite?!”

“I’m sorry!” Gaylord replied contritely - and perfectly honestly by this time.

“Anyway, do you want privacy, or do you want to pee?” Ron asked as he pulled an empty mason jar out of the basket. “If you prefer privacy, I’ll gladly pull your bathing suit back up and let you do your business in it!”

“All right, already!” Gaylord groaned. “I’ve got to pee much too badly to argue. Just help me! Please!”

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“Okay, just pee into this jar!” Ron said to him as he held the jar against his cousin’s groin. “Once you’re done, I’ll get rid of the piss. Then I’ll get the bedpan Grandma used to use from the house, untie your legs, slide it under you, and let you do the rest of your business into it.”

Gaylord emptied his bladder, and Ron disposed of the result. Then he got the bedpan and brought it out to Gaylord. “I’m going to untie both your legs now,” Ron told him. “I’d advise you to just do your business and ten let me retie your legs. Put up any kind of fight, and from now on you can just lie in your own crap.”

Gaylord had no strength left in him to fight back anyway and did what he was told. The worst part for both of them was Ron having to wipe him clean. Afterward, Ron washed his hands with water he’d brought and gave Gaylord’s legs a tender massage before tying them again. At least Gaylord felt much better than he had in hours, even once Ron had finished re-tying him.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to untie me all the way and just let me go to the bathroom?” Gaylord asked; alarmed at all the elaborate precautions Ron had set up.

“Sure it would, if I was stupid enough to do that!” Ron replied AS HE PULLED Gaylord’s short back up to their proper place. “You think I enjoy playing nursemaid to you? Handling your waste? No way!! But it’ll have to do until I can figure out a better arrangement. After all, I doubt you’d let me tie you back up again, so we’re both stuck with this for now. Once I have help though, things might be different!”

Ron didn’t elaborate on this last, and Gaylord hesitated to ask for details.

“You know, you talk as if this whole foolish business of keeping me tied up out here was MY idea!” Gaylord protested as Ron prepared to dispose of the bedpan’s contents and clean it out.

“In a sense, it was!” Ron replied gleefully as he carried the bedpan out into the woods and emptied it out of smell range but still within earshot of his cousin.

“Huh?!” Gaylord replied stupidly.

“You gave me the idea when you told me about that movie about the wife who chained her cheating husband up in the cellar and tormented him!” Ron pointed out as he came out of the woods and walked past Gaylord back toward the house. “You handcuffed me, and sat on me… twice! So I’m getting even!”

“Even?! We’re way PAST even, seems to me!” Gaylord exclaimed loudly as Ron reached the house and used the outside faucet to wash the bedpan. “I didn’t keep you tied up all day!”

“I don’t plan to stay out here debating this with you all night,” Ron asserted as he scrubbed out the bedpan. He silently decided Gaylord’s voice was too clearly heard even from here to make it safe to leave him ungagged when he was alone. “Just as soon as I tuck you in for the night, I’m going to bed.”

“You’re going to leave me tied up out here all night?” asked Gaylord as Ron finished cleaning the bedpan and left it where it was as he walked back to him. “What if the mosquitoes bleed me dry? What if an animal attacks me?”

“There are no dangerous animals around here; and no mosquitoes either,” Ron assured him as he covered Gaylord with the blanket once again and then sat on his chest again. “Besides, are you sure you’d rather I stay with you even though I’d just keep on sitting on you and tormenting you the entire time I was out here?” he asked; beginning to flick Gaylord’s nose and ears to emphasize his point.

Gaylord gulped. “Actually, yes!” he suddenly asserted. “I’d prefer having you out here tormenting me than be left alone out here all night.”

“Well, you’d better get used to it, cousin,” Ron told him as he proceeded to stuff his mouth with his freshly-stinky rolled up socks and gag him with his shirt. Once he was done, he patted Gaylord’s gagged face teasingly, stood up, and began to walk off. “I’m going to bed now. Don’t worry; you’ll be fine out here! Good night!”

Gaylord made frantic muffled noises which Ron could barely hear even from thirty feet away. Ron smiled and kept on going. “Nothing is going to bother you out here tonight, so shut up and go to sleep,” Ron called back to him. “You’ve got a busy day coming up tomorrow!”

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Gaylord made more questioning noises as loudly as he could, but if Ron heard them at all he ignored them. A moment later, Gaylord was all alone. He looked up at the house, and at the one source of light left to him. A minute later he saw a shirtless Ron stand at his bedroom window looking back out at him for a moment. “Sleep tight!” he called out teasingly to his cousin, and then he turned out the light.

After that, Gaylord was all alone in the darkness and the silence, staring sleeplessly and mutely up at the thousand twinkling stars in the clear night sky.

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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:47 am

Good chapter 12! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Feb 11, 2011 6:41 pm

Chapter 13 – Ron’s Night Out

Ron grinned hugely as he turned out his room light. He had no intention of going to bed right now; certainly not at this ridiculously early hour! That was simply what he’d told Gaylord to put him off his guard. The moment he turned out his light, he put on a fresh shirt (a long-sleeved one this time; it was chilly outside for early July), went down the stairs, exited the house, got on his bicycle, and rode straight to the Karma farm for another visit to his friends.

When he arrived, he went straight in without knocking (the door had been left unlocked for him), ran up the stairs, and entered Robin’s room where he had last seen the others. And once again what he immediately saw surprised him so much he almost forgot all about the pleasant experiences he’d come here in the first place to report. He just stood at the doorway to the room and watched what was happening in slack-jawed amazement.

Donny was no longer tied to Robin’s bed. Instead, he was totally naked, ball-gagged, and hanging by his wrists from a set of chains dangling from a spot in the ceiling where a chandelier used to be. The chains were connected to thick leather cuffs that were locked onto his wrists with padlocks. Another set of cuffs were padlocked around his ankles and connected by more heavy chain less than a foot long. His bare feet were dangling a good three feet off the floor. At the moment, an equally naked Robin was standing right in front of front and flicking Donny’s jewels as hard as he could. Donny writhed and moaned with each impact of Robin’s fingernails against the tender portions of his anatomy. Fred, wearing a set of cotton briefs, was standing behind Donny with a towel whip; gleefully snapping his red-headed friend’s backside with it!

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Donny was facing Ron and saw him enter. His eyes opened wide and he frantically made muffled, squealing noises at him as he writhed and thrashed in his bonds. Ron couldn’t understand a single word Donny was trying to say of course – and so Ron completely ignored him as he turned to the others. “Wow!” he exclaimed as he smiled with sheer admiration. “How did you two *ever* convince Donny to let you two do *that* to him?!”

Donny continued to thrash about and squeal with undiminished vigor, as if (literally) bound and determined to tell Ron something important.

“We’re very persuasive,” Robin replied with a chuckle as he continued to flick Donny in the jewels, smiling sinisterly every time Donny squealed and winced with evident pain. Robin was obviously flicking Donny’s tender spots as hard as he could; Ron decided they must have felt like bee stings!

“Hey Ron! You can see that Donny trusts us enough to let us tie him up!” Fred said happily as he picked up a coil of rope and stepped toward him. “Now how about *you*?”

“Yeah, Ron,” Robin added; turning away from a writhing Donny to face him. “Hell, we’ve been friends for years before Donny ever met us! If he trusts us this much, don’t you think it’s time you should too? Let us tie *you* up for a while!”

Donny writhed and thrashed more frantically than before and squealed even more stridently than ever, but his words were still incomprehensible. Ron continued to simply ignore him as if he were Gaylord as he gave Fred and Robin’s suggestion some thought.

“Well… okay,” he replied with only a little reluctance. “You both trust me to let you loose when I tie you up. I *should trust you guys to do the same.”

“Great!” Fred said gleefully. “But take your clothes off too. After all, none of US is wearing any and it’s pretty warm in here!”

Fred was right; the window was closed and apparently they had the heat on to kill the chill of the night. Killed it dead in fact; Ron was sweating like a pig from the heat! So he was more than happy to peel off his clothes like the others had. Well, almost; he drew the line at removing his underwear. Fred and Robin didn’t seem to object to this however (Fred was still wearing his own undershorts anyway) and gleefully started to tie Ron’s hands and feet. Meanwhile, Donny was acting like he was going crazy; writhing around as he dangled in mid-air and rattling his chains like a crazed ghost of Jacob Marley from the Christmas Carol.

“Are you sure Donny’s okay?” Ron asked as he looked up at him with concern for the first time since he’d entered the room. “He sure is moaning and thrashing around and rattling those chains a lot!”

“Aw, he’s fine,” Fred replied without emotion as he stood behind Ron and tied his blond friend’s wrists behind his back.

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“He’s just a bit upset that he’s not the center of attention anymore,” Robin added as he knelt in front of Ron and tied his ankles securely together. Fred added more loops of rope around Ron’s arms while Robin added numerous, rather tight coils around Ron’s legs. It took his two friends only three minutes to render Ron just as helpless as Donny was.

Grinning happily, Fred and Robin lifted Ron up and placed him gently onto their bed face up. Then they clambered on to the bed and sat on top of him. Fred was in front; sitting atop Ron’s chest and letting his legs dangle over the head of the bed and swinging his bare feet (which still dangled several inches above the floor). “Are you comfy?” Fred asked with a toothy smile as he happily tousled Ron’s hair.

“I guess,” Ron replied in bemusement. “You know, it feels a LOT different being sat on when your arms are tied behind your back! Especially with someone as big and heavy as Robin sitting on my stomach.”

“Good thing this bed is nice and soft then, huh?” Robin replied as he knelt on Ron’s belly and rubbed his fingers softly along Ron’s exposed, ticklish ribs.

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“Yeah,” Ron agreed; giggling softly and writhing slightly underneath Fred and Robin’s combined weight as the latter continued gently tickling him. “But even if it wasn’t, and even with the both of you sitting on me, I like this lots better than when Gaylord was doing it even by himself! With you two, I don’t mind at all being totally helpless!”

Donny had simply been hanging quietly by his wrists for the last few minutes as if resting from his previous exertions. But now he started thrashing about in his bonds again and squealing loudly into his ball gag as if he was being subjected to violent electrical shocks.

“Jeez guys!” Ron exclaimed, noticing Donny’s evident excitement for the first time since being tied up himself. “Donny might hurt himself if he keeps thrashing around like that!”

“Aw, he’s just horsing around!” Robin replied without apparent concern. He acted as if having a naked boy dangling by his wrists three feet off the floor with no way to set his feet on the floor to rest his arms or wrists was of no importance whatsoever.

“Maybe, but I’d still feel better if one of you would take that stupid gag out of his mouth so he can talk to us too," Ron replied.

“If that’s what you want, you’ve got it,” Robin replied agreeably as he got off of Ron’s stomach and walked over toward Donny. Fred continued sitting on Ron and began to playfully flick his nose, pinch his cheeks, and squeeze his mouth into a pucker shape; exposing Ron’s teeth in a forced grimace.

Robin grabbed a small stepladder, placed it in front on Donny, and stepped up o it so that he could reach Donny’s gag easily. He took a small key, unlocked the ball gag’s padlock behind Donny’s head, and gently pulled the ball gag out of the redheaded boy’s aching mouth. “Okay, Donny… what words of wisdom do you have for Ron?” Robin asked with a smile as Donny worked the soreness out of his jaw. “Tell us what’s on your mind!”

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Donny suddenly looked over at Ron and began shrieking hysterically. “Ron! They *tricked* us! They’re NEVER going to let us go! Never ever!!!”

“What?” Ron asked in blank semi-comprehension; his eyes going wide with growing fear and astonishment as Ron’s words gradually sank in.

“They’re going to sit on us and torture us FOREVER!” Donny wailed miserably as he now hung limply in his chains.

Ron looked up at Fred, who looked back down at him with a sly grin. “You don’t *really* believe him… *do* you?” Fred asked Ron with a distinctly oily manner.

Ron gulped. He lay there quietly for a moment. And then he began to scream and thrash around like he was possessed by the demon from The Exorcist. “Let me go! LET ME GO!!!” Ron shouted stridently as he thrashed around. Although he was tied much too securely to get loose of his bonds, Ron wasn’t tied TO anything, and Fred was lighter and smaller than he was. Therefore Ron was able to move quite a bit even with Fred’s body pinning him down onto the bed. He was bucking much more strongly than Donny had been able to do under similar circumstances earlier in the day, almost but not quite managing to buck Fred right off of him.

Fred was not at all put out by this however; he was laughing and whooping as he wound up (half unintentionally) bouncing on Ron’s bucking, thrashing body. “Whoa! Whoops! (He he!) I guess you DO believe him!” Fred exclaimed laughing. He continued to ride the bucking Ron until was too tired to continue struggling.

“Calm down, Ron! We were only joking!” Fred said with a sly grin as he got off of Ron. “Quit squirming and we’ll untie you, okay?”

Fred helped Robin roll Ron onto his stomach and – somewhat to Ron’s surprise and relief – began to untie him. Ron lay on the bed quietly… well, not too quietly, as he was breathing hard and noisily after his fright and exertions. He felt the ropes binding him grow steadily looser and fewer, until soon he felt he last bit of restraint disappear.

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“See Ron? You’re all untied!” Robin told him, holding the rope out in front of Ron’s face as if he needed further convincing.

Somewhat red-faced with embarrassment, Ron stood up and looked over at Donny – who still hung by his wrists several feet off the floor. “But what about Donny?” he asked lamely. Why does he think you…?”

Ron’s question was cut off by Donny’s sudden burst of laughter. “You should have seen the look on your face, Ron!” Donny exclaimed when he was able to pause long enough to say anything coherently. Then he burst into more laughter.

“I’ll get you down now too, Donny! You’ve been hanging up there long enough!” Robin told Donny as he placed the small stepladder beneath Donny’s feet for him to stand on. Then the older boy climbed onto a second, much taller stepladder; stepping up high enough to reach the padlock that kept Donny hanging from the ceiling. Fred stood by and braced Donny’s sides to make sure that the red-headed boy didn’t fall over.

The truth was starting to get through to Ron now that his fright had vanished and he regained some of his breath. “You bastard!” He exclaimed half angrily and half in self-recrimination at Donny. “You were in on this the whole time!?”

“More than that! It was his idea!” Robin announced as he and Fred eased Donny down from the top of the small stepladder and helped him stand (somewhat unsteadily at first) on his feet. They didn’t remove the restraints from his wrists and ankles however; he’d simply been unlocked from the heavy chain that still dangled (clinking slightly) from the ceiling. Instead, they simply began walking him toward Robin’s poster bed. Donny did not seem even remotely upset by this however; in fact he seemed quite relaxed and happy now.

"What the hell just happened?!" Ron asked in some annoyance as it suddenly occurred to him that a trick had been played on him.

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“I wanted to get even with you for saying earlier that I was silly to be so easily fooled when they said *I* was going to be their prisoner forever!” Donny told Ron as they eased him over to the bed and turned him around so he could sit down on the edge of it.

“Donny bet us he could fool you into thinking we’d do that to *you* if we cooperated with him in the joke,” Fred told Ron as he and Robin laid Donny down face-up on top of Robin’s bed. “We took the bet, thinking you knew us too well to be fooled!”

“But we lost the bet!” Robin grumped as he and Fred padlocked Donny’s leather restraints to four other short chains that were locked around the four corner of Robin’s bed – securing the redhead into a spread-eagle.

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“Uhhh… sorry about that, guys!” an abashed and red-faced Ron mumbled. “I – I’m not used to being tied up and helpless yet!”

“Oh, that’s all right Ron,” Robin replied with a cheerful grin as he climbed up onto the bed and straddled Donny’s upper chest. “Fred and I didn’t always like being tied up either, you know. We know it can be awful scary the first few times – even when you’re being tied up by someone you completely trust, like Fred and I do with each other.”

“Donny knows it too,” Fred added as he gently grasped an unresisting Ron by the hand, pulled him over toward the bed, laid him down beside Donny, and handcuffed him to the headboard. “So now, if you can inspire in your cousin the same fear we just inspired in you, you’ll have your revenge!”

“Huh?” replied Ron; not immediately getting the point as Fred chained his feet.

But it dawned on him as Fred removed his underwear, straddled Ron’s chest, and patiently continued to explain. “Your cousin has been tied up and left alone out in your backyard for hours now, right? Probably pretty dark and scary and lonely out there, huh? So now he must be even more scared than you just were! Imagine how much worse you can make him feel with just a little effort!”

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“Wow! Ron replied with sudden realization… and some hesitation. “But gee… I’m not sure I hate even Gaylord *that* much!”

“Aw Jeez Ron!” Donny chimed in as Robin was preparing to make him perform a blow job. “You’re not thinking of wimping out *now*, are you?” he asked teasingly. “Don’t change your mind! Keep him prisoner! Keep siting on him and tormenting him. Make him sorry he was ever born!”

“Besides, we want to join the fun too,” Robin pointed out as he shushed Donny and inserted his built-in pacifier into Donny’s mouth.

“Donny’s right, Ron,” Fred pointed out as he gently squeezed Ron’s face between his knees; something Ron suddenly found intensely arousing. “Your cousin deserves what he’s getting. Don’t forget, he raped you inside your own house!”

“Yes, bondage is fun, but only by mutual consent,” added Robin; perhaps unconscious of the irony of what he said when it came to Gaylord’s own bondage. He probably couldn’t have cared less if the hypocrisy of this had occurred to him as he began to thrust his swelling pacifier in and out of Donny’s eagerly suckling mouth.

“Think of how you felt when he handcuffed you and tormented you,” Fred urged Ron as he moved forward a few inches and squeezed Ron’s face between his thighs rather than his harder knees. “Now relish the thought that he’s getting repaid for what he did to you a dozen times over! A hundred times even, if you remain steadfast!”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Ron agreed dreamily; enjoying the feel of Fred’s warm, lean thigh muscles clamped tightly against his face. “Anyway, will you still come to my house tomorrow to help me give him what he deserves?”

“Of course, Ron,” Fred replied happily. “All three of us are looking forward to it! Well, you want me to free you so you can go home and play with Gaylord some more before bedtime?”

“Ummm… could you do me one more favor first?” Ron asked hesitantly.

“Sure Ron,” Fred replied agreeably. “What is it?”

Ron sheepishly made his request.

“No need to be bashful, Ron! I’ll be happy to!” Fred replied as he turned around and settled down on top of Ron’s face. “Just let me know when you want to come up for air!”

Ron nodded his head and sighed happily as he breathed in as deeply as he could.

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Re: Prisoner in the Backyard MMMM/M

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Feb 12, 2011 9:35 am

Chapter 14 - Ron’s Early Morning Exercises

Ron rode his bike home again just after midnight. He had a new load of pornographic magazines Fred and Robin had lent him and couldn’t wait to take a look at them. He changed out of his clothes and into a set of light pajamas, but then he decided to check on Gaylord before settling in for the night.

Ron could hear his cousin crying softly and miserably even before seeing him in the dark. Gaylord stopped when Ron clicked on the flashlight he was carrying to light his way; apparently he hadn’t known Ron was coming prior to that moment. He didn’t say anything, but simply looked up at Ron with misery written on his tear-stained face. He didn’t make another sound or try to speak through his gag; knowing it was pointless.

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For a brief moment, Ron felt pity for Gaylord and even considered the idea of letting him go free. But then he remembered what a pain in the ass his cousin had been even before the handcuff incidents. So Ron hardened his heart and knelt to check Gaylord’s bonds instead. His inspection showed no new slackening; Gaylord was as securely tied as ever!

Ron reached down and untied Gaylord’s gag. “What’s the matter, cousin? Can’t sleep?” Ron asked with a touch of compassion as he gently sat on Gaylord’s chest.

“Of course I can’t sleep,” Gaylord replied miserably. “I’m tied up and nearly naked outdoors on a chilly night. Even the blanket you left me isn’t enough to keep me warm. I have no pillow for my head, and bugs keep crawling all over me!”

“Well, I’ll bring another blanket out here to warm you up more, and bring a pillow to rest on head on too, all right?” Ron replied somewhat kindly.

Sensing the change in Ron’s mood, Gaylord took a gamble. “Ron, please untie me. Let me sleep inside my room again! You can even tie me up again in there! Honest!”

“No way!” Ron replied bluntly, but without anger.

“Look, I – I’ll do anything you want!” Gaylord pleaded. “I’ll go away and spend the rest of the summer somewhere else! I won’t tell anyone what’s been happening I promise!”

“Forget it, Gaylord!” Ron said again, but patiently rather than angrily. “You’re staying right here in the backyard where I can keep an eye on you at all times!”
“And where you can torment me where no one else can see us!” Gaylord pointed out.

“Not *just* to torment you,” Ron replied; being honest enough to emphasize the word ‘just’. “I’m also helping you to lose weight. Remember, you asked me to help you lose weight, and so I AM!” Ron reminded him.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind!” Gaylord replied.

“Too late now!” Ron replied mildly.

“I figured you’d say that!” Gaylord retorted with a sigh.

“In fact, I may as well begin your regimen now,” Ron declared as he turned his body to face his cousin’s head and knelt down on his chest. Then he began squeezing Gaylord’s face between his thighs, just like Fred had done with his face less than an hour earlier. “This is what I call a face crunch, to squeeze the fat out of your face!” Ron told him.

“Ow! OW! Ron! Quit that! It hurts!!!” Gaylord wailed piteously.

Ron was a bit surprised at that; he’d thought Gaylord would enjoy it as much as he had himself and quit whining. Instead, Gaylord acted as if Ron was torturing him instead of trying to do him a favor! Ron’s good humor and desire to be a little kinder to his cousin abruptly evaporated.

“Okay,” he said a bit more roughly as he moved his body backward a little. “I’ll squeeze your face between my *knees* instead! That’ll probably work better at squeezing the fat out of your foolish looking face anyway!” And with that, Ron squeezed as hard as he hard; this time deliberately trying to hurt Gaylord rather than please him.

“Ow! OWW! QUIT IT!” Gaylord wailed even louder and more insistently than before.

“Sorry, Gaylord,” Ron replied (without meaning it in the slightest now) as he continued pressing his knees together as hard as he could, as if his legs were the two parts of a nutcracker and his cousin’s noggin the nut. “I’m going to have to do a LOT of squeezing for this to work!”

“Oww! You can’t simply squeeze the fat out of people!” Gaylord protested as hard Ron’s knees continued to squeeze into his face painfully. “It doesn’t work that way!”

“How do you know?” Ron asked simply without easing up on the relentless pressure one bit. “Have you ever tried?”

“Oww! Of course not!” he yelled; his head feeling like it was caught in a vise.

“Then how do you know it doesn’t work?” Ron asked stubbornly as he continued to squeeze as hard as he could. “Over the next two months, I’m going to prove to you that it *does* work!”

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Gaylord made no further attempt to reply for a minute or two but merely lay there whimpering in pain. Then he tried once again to beg for mercy.

“Are you still complaining?” Ron asked spitefully as he finally eased up; more because he was getting tired than because he felt particularly merciful. “All right, if you don’t like this method, then I’ll just use the other method I tried earlier!”

“Wha…?” Gaylord asked in confusion. “What other method?” he couldn’t help asking.

“Why, this way of course!” Ron replied as he turned around and the seat of his pajamas hovered inches over Gaylord’s face – which was now braced by Ron’s feet rather than his knees. Ron chuckled. “Remember now?”

Gaylord gasped and would his shook his head in negation if he could have. “OH NO! Not again!” he pleaded as Ron slowly lowered himself inch by teasing inch. “Don’t sit on my face again! PLEASE! Have mercy!” Gaylord begged as Ron steadily descended.

“Nope! No mercy for YOU tonight!” Ron replied with a cruel edge to his voice as he settled his body weight onto Gaylord’s face again. “I’m feeling too tired and too ornery to feel merciful anymore tonight!”

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Gaylord tried to scream, but as before the sounds were as thoroughly muffled as if he were gagged. He thrashed and writhed in his bonds as much as the tight ropes would let him. He clenched his fists and arched his body as high as it would go, but none of it was to any avail. Ron would not get off of him.

“Boy, for someone who likes to sit on other peoples’ faces, you sure are a crybaby about it when someone sits on yours!” Ron pointed out mockingly. And he remorselessly kept on with the breath control torture or a full twenty minutes.

Finally Ron relented (Gaylord head was nowhere near as soft on his butt as his belly was anyway) and sat on Gaylord’s stomach for a while. “Now then, we can do this one of two ways,” Ron told his cousin. “First, you can agree to just lie here quietly while I go back to my room to sleep, and *stay* quiet until I come back out here for you! If that doesn’t appeal to you, I’ll gag you – and then sit on your face some more!”

Just the idea of enduring a face sitting while being gagged as well was sufficiently intimidating to Gaylord. “I - I’ll just lie here quietly!” he promised.

“Good choice!” Ron commented quietly as he stood up.

“But before you go, can I ask you another question?” Gaylord asked.

“Sure, but make it quick! I want to go to bed!” Ron replied a trifle impatiently.

“Are you going to keep tormenting me like this every day?” Gaylord asked timidly.

Ron laughed. “I haven’t even begun to torment you yet!” Ron asserted as he stood up and began to walk away. “Wait until tomorrow, when I bring my friends over to meet you! Then you’re really going to begin your Boot Camp training!”

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gaylord asked nervously.

“You’ll find out tomorrow! Now hush up!” Ron retorted. But to prove he wasn’t TOO cruel, Ron kept his earlier promise about bringing Gaylord an extra blanket and a pillow, and also brought him a cold drink of water as well. He even offered to help Gaylord with his bladder functions if need be, but Gaylord declared he was all set in that department. So Ron bid him good night and went inside the house.



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