## The 12 Trials of Harrison: 2. Stripped

Post by PeterPan » Wed Jul 31, 2013 12:56 pm

2. Stripped
Part 1: viewtopic.php?f=37&t=20982
Needless to say, it was a little difficult to convince my mom to let me spend my weekends at Keesha and Valerie's house, partly because a part of me didn't want to go over there myself! But she was too busy with work to mind too much, and her relationship with their mother helped too. Finally she relented, but only if I promised to make sure that the girls behaved around me. How ignorant she was of how little I had control over that problem.
The next week progressed mostly normally, although I got more and more nervous and excited as the days progressed towards Friday. On Wednesday I got a call from Valerie to finalize the plans for the weekend. She told me to be at her house around five in the evening and that I'd be able to leave on Saturday night or Sunday morning, depending on how things went. When I expressed displeasure at the idea of being tied up that long, she merely laughed and told me that I shouldn't have asked for this if I didn't want it. That girl certainly knew how to push my buttons!
The day and time came, and I hesitantly walked out the door with a small duffel bag over my shoulder. Keesha and Valerie had neglected to tell me what I was supposed to bring, so I had packed liberally. I had briefly considered bringing along some rope or something in order to turn the tables, but with my tiny frame it wasn't going to happen. I'd just have to deal with what they wanted to do with me.
The door opened much more quickly this second time that I visited. It was Keesha again, dressed in a blue shirt and short shorts, showing off her well-toned legs. She gestured for me to come in without a word, and I did, taking off my shoes at the door.
I expected Valerie to be waiting there with a grin and a piece of rope in her arms, but the area was empty. "Where's your sister?" I asked.
Keesha walked past me into the kitchen, and I followed. "We got jobs this summer. Her shift lasts until late tonight."
"But I thought--"
"You're not allowed to think," she shot back with a smirk. As if just thinking of it, she reached down my shirt and verified that I was wearing the necklace they had given me. Of course I was. What choice did I have? "Good," she said. "My shift starts early tomorrow and lasts a while. So my sister and I are going to play with you one at a time before we play together. I'm just lucky enough to have you first."
"But--"
"Stop talking," she shot back, lightly hitting the back of my head. She walked around the table. "Pizza?" She gestured to a pizza box on the table with half the pieces gone. I shook my head. "I'd take it if I were you. I'm not guaranteeing you'll get anything to eat for a while after. You'd better pee while you can, too."
I wanted to protest, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. Keesha seemed a lot less talkative and experimental than her sister. Maybe if I just went along with what she asked she'd go easy on me, or forget about treating me like a slave. The first day of the weekend could be a bit more bearable than I thought.
I quickly ate a few pieces of pizza, after which I visited the bathroom and did my business. When I returned, Keesha was holding a piece of the same rope she had tied me up with the week before. So much for getting out of being tied up.
"Stand next to me," she ordered. I walked over and faced her. Before I could react, she snatched the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head, leaving my torso completely bare.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" I shouted, trying to snatch the shirt that she held tantalizingly over my head.
"Toys like you don't have the right to clothes, you know," she said casually. "If I say so, you don't get them."
Agreement or no agreement, I turned to get away from this crazy girl, but Keesha was faster, sticking a leg in front of me and tripping me flat on my face. Before I could get up, she had already sat on my back. Without a word, she pinned my arms behind me and tied them firmly together. She took off my socks, balled them together, and stuffed them into my mouth, sealing them with a piece of duct tape she had produced from somewhere. Then, in front of my horrified eyes and moaning pleads, she pulled the shorts I was wearing right off, revealing the blue boxer briefs I had on beneath.
I tried to wiggle, but it was impossible. "Relax," Keesha said, tying my legs together. "It's not like you have that much to show anyway." I blushed horribly. "The stripping is a reminder of what you are. It's not like I'm attracted to a puny kid."
She knew full well that I was her age, but she (and Valerie probably) had decided to treat me like a friend of their younger brother. Still, I wasn't convinced that she didn't have an ulterior motive.
As soon as my legs were finished, she stood me up and began prodding me in the back. Assuming this meant that she wanted me to move, I did so, hopping my almost-naked form into the kitchen and then the front room. The stairs were the trickiest part, and I took two tumbles that Keesha didn't even bother to stop me from having. Finally, we entered a room with red carpet that I immediately assumed was the twins' room.
Although some teenage girls would have insisted on having separate bedrooms, these two apparently didn't mind sharing. I saw plenty of things you'd expect in such a room, so I won't bother explaining them. But there were a few oddities lying around. In a corner I saw an open box that had ends of ropes trailing out of it. Apparently that was their tying up stash. Many pieces of clothing were taken out of the closet space by a series of strange hooks on the walls and ceiling, as if the girls had needed more room and just turned their walls into more closet. Also, in the corner by a television, there was the strangest sight of all: one of those tetherball structures that you might see at a playground. It had a weighted base at the bottom and a long metal pole sticking up, but the string and actual ball were absent.
It was to this last object that Keesha directed me. Picking me up as if I weighed nothing (and I probably didn't to her), she set me lying down on the floor with my back against the pole. Taking one last piece of rope, she pulled my arms and ankles around the base, effectively hogtying me around the tetherball pole. With a quick pat on my head and a slight smile, she exited the room and closed the door.
After a few moments I recovered from my shock and began trying to move away from where I was, but the base held fast against my awkward struggles. I was forced to lie there on my side, my crotch region sticking out embarrassingly bare for all the world to see. It didn't help that my unwilling pleasure was also visible.
Moments later Keesha returned. After checking on me to make sure that I hadn't slipped out of any knots, she dug her fingers into my feet and started viciously tickling them. I screeched into my gag and began to uselessly struggle, the exploring fingers unbearable on my bare skin. A short period of time passed and she stopped, and I noticed a cold, wet sensation in my nether region. At first I was afraid I had accidentally wet myself, further solidifying my childishness, but then I noticed the sharp edges rubbing against my skin. She had slipped ice cubes in my underwear!
I groaned with anger and chill, but Keesha hardly seemed to notice. She just walked over and sat at the foot of her bed, grabbed a TV remote, and started watching. The screen was just to my right, so she could watch whatever shows she wanted to while still keeping me within easy view.
And that was it. For the next several hours I was stuck against that pole, feeling the ice cubes slowly melting and staring ruefully at my captor. Occasionally she would glance over, and once or twice she checked my bonds to make sure I was secure, but otherwise she sat stoically, acting as if nothing peculiar was going on.
It was a confusing situation for me. Why was Keesha even tying me up if she was just going to sit there? She certainly had seemed to enjoy tying me up in the first place. Maybe she and Valerie had different things they enjoyed about tying him up, and Keesha was just basking in her end of the deal. But what was it?
And, even more chilling to me at the time, what was Valerie's favorite part?
At around 11 Keesha simply said "Bedtime, and turned off the TV. I momentarily feared she was about to leave me to sleep in my awkward, starting-to-get-painful position. Luckily, I was wrong. She quickly untied me, but left my gag in, and then threw me over her shoulders like a sack of potatoes. It's hard to be in a more humiliating position, let me tell you. She even had my arms pinned, so I couldn't do anything about my gag as we walked.
It was a short journey. I found myself in a blue room off the side of the hall. It must have been the parents' bedroom, considering the queen-sized bed in the center. Keesha dropped me onto the mattress and quickly grabbed one arm. She pulled back, and there was a clicking sound. I realized that she had scooped up some handcuffs on her way, and that my right arm was now attached to one of the legs of the bed. Three more clicks, and I was bound spread-eagle to the bed, facing upwards, with very little wiggle room. The cuffs were far too tight to do anything about, I could see that from the start.
Keesha unceremoniously removed the tape and socks from my mouth. "Unfortunately I can't let you sleep with a gag on," she explained. "Too dangerous. But I have an alternative. And if you start screaming, you're going to wish I had let you fall asleep. Understand?"
I nodded, slightly scared. She pulled out an old, faded red tie and tied it between my teeth. Not effective in silencing me, but it garbled my speech and certainly felt like a gag. I was all set for the night.
"Good luck sleeping," Keesha added on her way out the door. "It took Connor like three weeks before he could even drift off like that." Grinning, she turned off the light and shut the door.
I did manage to sleep, surprisingly, but it wasn't easy. My limbs weren't used to being spread out like that, and when I woke up with sunlight on my eyelids they were quite stiff. I hardly had time to even contemplate an escape before Keesha barged through the door, looking to be in a hurry.
"Good morning and all that," she snapped. "I'm running late, and I still have you to take care of, so you'd better not cause me trouble." She was looking so fierce as she uncuffed me that I probably wouldn't have run if she'd been knocked unconscious right then again there.
Once again I was potato-carried down the stairs, this time into a room I hadn't seen on the first floor, the dining room. Keesha set me on the large table in the center of the room and began tying my limbs into her favorite hogtie position. My soggy socks were stuffed back in my mouth, followed by a fresh piece of tape. Rustling my hair one more time, she grabbed a backpack and left the room. I heard the front door shut.
For perhaps the first time since I had gone to the house that weekend, I began to earnestly try to break free of my bonds. She'd left me all alone in the house! She may have been responsible when it came to how I slept, but this was ridiculous. What if something were to happen to me.
A few minutes later, exhausted and covered in sweat, breathing heavily through my nose, I noticed a bit of blonde hair sticking out from around the doorframe. Soon a head followed. It was Connor. So I hadn't been left alone. It looked as if he was about to come to me when there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. He scurried off.
And there was Valerie, dressed in nightclothes, coming into the front room. I thought she hadn't noticed me, but then she walked into the room, giggling at my predicament. She checked my ropes and gag, then looked me in the eyes.
"Well good morning there, cutie. Looks like my sister got you all ready for the day, hm?"
I grunted and tried to break free again.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm giving you a break for now, Harry." Valerie undid the ropes around my hands, allowing me to untie the rest of myself and undo my gag.
"Why?" I asked, once I'd managed to spit the socks out of my mouth.
"Well I certainly can't have you starving to death or peeing all over the floor," she joked. "Besides, seeing you in those cute little grown-up undies just makes my day already."
I blushed furiously. I'd almost forgotten the state of near undress I'd been in since the previous night. My blushing just caused Valerie to croon all the more as she grabbed my cheeks. "Too cute!"
I groaned.
Valerie allowed me to go to the bathroom while she got me something to eat. When I returned, I found a bowl of Fruit Loops and a small cup of orange juice on the table.
"Couldn't I have, like, oatmeal or something?" I asked, pointing to the food she was making for herself.
"Oh no, that wouldn't do at all," she chided, setting a spoon down. "Now sit down in front of breakfast, please."
I did as she asked, and immediately she came over with a long rope. My arms were tied in front of me, while my back, lap, and legs were firmly attached to the chair, with the knots out of my reach. I was hoping that Valerie might be less adept at tying, but those hopes were dashed. I wasn't slipping out of this one. Once her work was done, Valerie slid me up to the table and went back to her own meal.
To say that the experience was embarrassing would be an understatement. With my hands the way they were, I could manage to maneuver the cereal into my mouth, but it left a lot of room for error. Consequently, I had to eat slowly, and I spilled plenty of milk and Fruit Loops all over myself. I would have been worse off with clothes on; as it was, my face and chest were covered. A couple hours later, I was sitting into front on an empty bowel and a tittering Valerie, who had watched the whole ordeal with glee.
"Maybe I should have gotten you a bib," she joked.
But her mind immediately switched to how she was going to clean me up. Untying me from the chair, she drug me to the bathroom and into the shower. She pulled my arms above my head until only my tiptoes remained on the porcelain, then tied them off to the shower pole above me.
"Now you won't get quite clean unless I...." She hovered her hand around the waistband of my boxers.
"NO!" I shouted in alarm.
She giggled. "I was just teasing, you silly," she said, lightly tapping my nose. "Now I'll make sure Connor stays with you while you clean. I've got an errand to run." After blowing me a kiss, she turned the cold water on and headed out the door.
It was freezing! But I managed to get used to it after a bit. What I wasn't looking forward to was a visit from the younger brother. This was not a situation you wanted to find yourself...found in.
But sure enough, Connor stuck his head into the bathroom, the rest of his body slowly following. He looked as if he was still trying to decide how to react to seeing a teenager his size tied up in his shower. When he persisted in standing there saying nothing, I made a gesture to him with my head. "Hey, untie me from here."
He shook his head frantically. "No way. Keesha and Valerie would kill me!"
"I would tell them I escaped on my own, though."
"I'm not going to chance it. It's been a long time since I've been tied up."
I felt myself growing annoyed. This kid was purposefully letting me take his sister's blows so that he could get out of it. "Couldn't you at least turn this water a little warmer? I'm freezing over here."
He paused for a moment, unsure, then finally nodded and turned the knob.
I sighed gratefully. "Thanks."
"Yeah."
We sat there in awkward silence for the next little while, unsure of what to say. I certainly didn't know what I was supposed to say, covered in breakfast grime and only in my underpants. Eventually, I mustered up the courage to ask, "So how long have they been doing this to you?"
He scratched his head, "About a month, I think. Yeah, they started talking about it just after Spring Break."
"Why do they do it?" He shrugged. "No idea?" I responded.
"Nah. They're weird." Scratched his head again. "They've just been playing around with me, though, trying to figure out the stuff they like to do. It was only a few days before mom caught them that they were doing it a lot with me."
"Great," I answered. "So I come into the picture just in time for the show to start. Fantastic."
"They're not too bad," he added. There was a silence again. Then he seemed to want to get everything off his chest. "I didn't like it at all, though. Being tied up. It wasn't fun for me. At least the person they're tying up now is willing to do it."
"I'm not--" I spat, but he gave me a look that told me that he wasn't so young as to be fooled that way.
"Besides," he said, leaning against the counter. "They like you."
"Huh? Which one?"
"Both of them. But I can tell. They do things in different ways."
"Yeah, I kind of noticed. What's with that?"
Before Connor could answer, we heard the front door close.
"I'm getting out of here before she decides to go back on her promise of never tying me up," he said quickly.
"Wait!" I said, struggling against the shower bar. "We could take her down together. Just untie me!"
But he shook his head, too scared. Then he stopped at the door and turned back towards me.
"Maybe one of these times...maybe I'll get to tie you up too."
And I swear I could see the glint in his eyes as he left.
Valerie came in soon after, shutting off the water and drying me with a towel herself. "C'mere," she said warmly. "I've got a present for you."
The present turned out to be what she had left the house to get, and I blanched white when I saw it: a plastic-sealed case of boy's underwear, all small and white, with cartoon characters scattered across them. I looked at Valerie aghast, but she just smiled.
"It'll look cuter on our toy. Now you'd better have a pair on when I come back in two minutes, or else I'm stripping you myself."
I didn't doubt her. I almost missed the time limit because I couldn't get the package open, but when she returned I was standing there, white briefs hugging my hips and Spiderman across my crotch.
Valerie squealed and ran up to hug me. "You're just precious like that, you are!"
I thought that she was treating me more like a son than a prisoner, but as she hugged me, I felt the click of cuffs around my wrists in front of me.
"Now come on," she said, pulling me into the living room. Once again I found myself watching TV while tied up, but this time a little more loosely. I had cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and Valerie had me sitting on her, with my bum in her lap, because "you'll get cold if you don't." I didn't bother to point out that another solution would be to let me put on my normal clothes.
It was nice, sitting there for a while with her and watching some shows. Granted, I was tied up, but I was also sitting in the lap of a beautiful girl my age. As time passed, I felt myself minding less and less that I was restrained. I felt myself getting excited at the idea of being owned by this girl, hearing her giggle and squeal as she saw me. I have no doubt that she noticed my excitement.
Keesha came home soon after, taking one look at us, rolling her eyes and grinning, and heading upstairs. With one look at her, I remembered the evening before when she had stuck me on the tetherball pole and watched me squirm. I felt another jolt of excited. So then...both of these girls made me feel this way.
About a half-hour later, Valerie decided to untie me and call it a day. "I know that we said later, but you've just been such a good toy, so I think you deserve a reward." As I stood up, she patted my scantily-clad bottom. I jumped and moved away, which made her giggle. "Cute, Harry."
"Don't touch...." I began to sputter.
"Don't deny that you like it, Harry," she said. I quickly turned around so that she wouldn't see a quickly growing erection.
She brought me my clothes, which I was grateful to put on, and then led me to the door. "Same time next week, Harry. Oh yeah," she added, picking up the package of briefs and putting them in my arms. "Each time you come over, we get to have you do one new thing throughout the week. Last week was the necklace." She fingered it. "And this week I'm having you get rid of all your other underwear and wear these ones that I bought for you. And don't forget," she said, patting my cheek. "We'll find out if you don't!"
With that final word, she shut the door, leaving me outside and f

### Re: The 12 Trials of Harrison: 2. Stripped

Post by NemesisPrime » Thu Aug 01, 2013 4:18 am

I like this story!
Granted I'm more of the person who prefers the doms to be male but I'm all for age play!
Why not go one step further and have Harry wear a Cub Scout Uniform or make him wear diapers?
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The 12 Trials of Harrison: 2. Stripped

Post by PeterPan » Thu Aug 01, 2013 9:09 am

Oh, don't worry, I get plenty of exposure to this type of thing as the summer goes on.

### Re: The 12 Trials of Harrison: 2. Stripped

Post by NemesisPrime » Thu Aug 01, 2013 9:22 am

I'm jelious of you!
Anyway, looking forward to more!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!