On the balcony

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Jun 26, 2009 6:32 am

Summer had finally arrived and I thought I’d lay on the balcony to get some sun. I undressed and put on a pair of bathing trunks. Then I laid down on a mattress and closed my eyes to shield them from the sun. After about half an hour, I felt someone dripping COLD water on my stomach.
“What the…” I yelled and leapt up, at the same time trying to get a swing at the person dripping water on me.
“Take it easy, man!” my older brother said, in a startled voice, ducking under my swinging fist. “Whoa! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! Well, actually I did, but not that much!”
“How did you think I’d react, then? Huh? I was just trying to work on my tan and all of a sudden someone pours a … load of water on me! Of course I’m mad!”
My brother left me with a mutter, that sounded very much like cursing and after a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down, I went back to working on my tan.

Some time later, I could hear someone coming out on to the balcony. Suddenly, my arms were yanked back hard and I could feel handcuffs being put on my wrists. I, naturally, started swearing again. “What the…! Why can’t I be left alone out here? MPH!!” It, of course, was my brother again! This time he had brought handcuffs and a ball gag. I tried to get up, but it was impossible with my hands held behind my back, so I just had to lay there.

Once my hands were secured behind my back with the handcuffs and I was silenced with the ball gag, he sat down in a chair in front of me.
“Now, little brother,” he said, “let’s teach you some manners, shall we? I’m going to let you continue sunbathing, but I won’t let you out of the cuffs, or take off the gag, until I’m sure you won’t take a swing or swear at me again. Is that understood?”

I nodded “yes, I understand” and he left. But every so often he would return, and each time he would drip some water on me and ask, if I would be a good boy and each time, I would growl at him.
After a while though, I resigned to my fate and he let me go.
“There,” he said with a wry smile. “It wasn’t so terrible, now was it?”
I tell you, if looks could kill, I swear he would have died on the spot! :evil: :twisted:
Whazzzz up!.