CHAPTER 1 – MARTIN’S BRITISH COUSIN
Summer vacation is about to come to an end. You are looking forward to one last happy weekend spent at your friend Martin’s house, having some speedo bondage fun with your hot-looking best friend before school begins and adds its toll to your stress levels. But the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray, and your weekend comes out differently than you had anticipated - as eventually does the entire school year that follows.
You know that something is wrong the moment you come to Martin’s front door early Friday morning, and hear and loud argument coming from inside the house. You can clearly hear Martin yelling in frustration and rage, and wonder if he is having a fight with his older brother. This possibility is as disturbing as it is unusual, for Martin is devoted to his strong-willed brother and is usually very submissive toward him. But then you realize that the second voice you hear is not Martin’s brother Derek at all, but the voice of another boy unfamiliar to you.
As you ponder whether to ring the doorbell or simply walk away and try again later, the front door abruptly swings open and a boy younger and shorter than you comes storming out. He is about 5’ 6†and fairly muscular, with his hair dyed purple and arranged in a punk style. He was a nose piercing and wears ear-rings. He would be quite cute were it not for his (to you at least) repulsive hair style and his angry demeanor. The boy pauses at the doorway, turns back to shout “Get yourself loose! I’m off!†in a distinctive British accent, and storms off, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. You are well off to one side of the front door and partially concealed by bushes, so this unfamiliar boy never notices you at all as he walks rapidly down the street in a huff; muttering angrily to himself. You cannot make out a word of what he says however.
Concerned for Martin’s well-being, especially in light of the boy’s parting words, you go to the door while fishing around in your pocket for your copy of the house-key Martin once gave you. Your friend had given this to you so that you could someday surprise him with a nocturnal visit and tie him up in his sleep as a preliminary to a pleasant night’s torture session and sleepover. You have already done this four times since, but it looks like this time you will need the key to rescue Martin from a situation rather than place him in one of your own making.
You unlock the front door and call out to Martin. A barely-audible muffled call from the kitchen is the only sound you hear, but it is enough. You hurry to the kitchen, already knowing what you are going to see. Sure enough, Martin is securely tied hand and foot (and in many places in between) to a sturdy kitchen chair, and gagged as well. His feet are entirely off the floor and his ankles crossed and tied together to a cross support between the chair chairs, so that any attempt to struggle will simply cause him to teeter painfully over onto his side. His mouth bulges like that of a frog – indicating that it is now tightly packed with something that is effectively silencing him. He is blindfolded as well, so has only your voice to assure him that it is you who have arrived to find him.
You rush to Martin’s side and remove his gag, whereupon he spits out not one but two nasty-looking socks and coughs out his thanks as you remove his blindfold as well. “How did you get into this fix?†you ask Martin, making no move to untie him and seriously contemplating leaving him tied for now. “Who was that kid? You’re not starting to see other friends than *me*, are you?†You are feeling distinctly jealous at this point.
“He’s no friend of mine,†replies Martin in sheer outrage as his voice takes on a British accent of his own; you’ve noticed long since that he always sounds British himself on the rare occasions when he’s angry. “He’s my ruddy cousin, the snot! Come on, man, untie me will you? Please? I already feel my arms going numb!â€
You take pity on your friend and begin to untie him – a rather lengthy process because he was tied very well, with lots of knots and lots of rope – as Martin explains. “He’s my cousin Nigel, from Britain. He’s here on a foreign-exchange student program, and since we’re related he was sent here to live with me and Derek. But right from the start, he’s been the Houseguest from Hell. Never satisfied with the cooking! Always complaining about something! He’s only been here three days and already I want to murder him in his bed and damn the consequences!â€
“Why doesn’t Derek help keep him in line?†you ask Martin. “I can’t imagine him putting up with any nonsense from him or anyone.â€
“Derek’s not here,†replied Martin morosely. “He’s gone off to join the Army. He left just the day before I found out about Nigel coming, and I had no chance to warn my aunt and uncle in Britain that Derek wasn’t around to help take care of us before arrangements were already made and Nigel was on his way. Derek left me money for expenses of course and he’s going to send me more when he can, but he and I didn’t know he was going to have to support two of us. Naturally my aunt and uncle gave Nigel loads of cash to help pay his way, but the selfish git has been keeping it all for himself!â€
You feel sorry for Martin; he certainly doesn’t deserve all this. But you also feel sorry for yourself; with this British cousin in the house, your frequent sleepovers with Martin have become seriously jeopardized. The privacy at your own house is close to non-existent; making having Martin come visit you impractical. Unless something can be done about Nigel, our fun times with Martin may be coming to an end.
You get Martin completely free of his restraints, and then – taking advantage of Nigel’s absence – the two of you head to Martin’s bedroom for a little rest and relaxation. You strip down to your pink speedos and Martin strips down to his blue ones, and start to get the rope so that Martin can tie you as usual. But Martin stops you; saying to your utter disappointment that he doesn’t feel good about tying you up when Nigel could barge in on you both at any moment. You reluctantly agree, and try to make the best of a bad situation.
Your disappointment is almost forgotten when you and Martin are in each other’s arms, hugging and kissing and… doing other things. You had almost forgotten that having your hands free while being around Martin can have special rewards of its own, and now you remember that undergoing sensory overstimulation can be almost as much fun as sensory deprivation. You even almost forget all about Nigel…
…until the memory comes intruding brutally into your notice when you and Martin are momentarily blinded by the flash of a digital camera over by the window. You look up, to see Nigel standing outside the window (the disadvantage of having a room on the first floor!) grinning evilly and with a digital camera in his hands. Even as you look up, he takes another compromising picture of you and Martin together.
This is the last straw! To everyone’s surprise (not least of all your own), you bellow in rage, arise from the bed in a fluid moment, cross the space between bed and window in a single bound, and spring at the surprised Nigel with a tigerish leap. You hurl yourself cleanly right through the open window and knock Nigel over into his back before he can even blink. The camera flies right out of his hands as the startled 15-year-old tries to fend you off, but you are taller and heavier than he is, and your rage gives you strength besides. You manage to pin him down on the grassy lawn outside your window.
“Get offa me, you pouf!†Nigel yells as he struggles beneath you to get free but fails miserably. “Cor! You’re almost naked, you damned pervert! Get off, or I’ll tell my mum than Martin’s a pouf too!â€
Nigel starts yelling bloody murder when you continue to straddle his belly and pin him down on the grass, but Martin’s house is fairly isolated and no one can see or hear either of you. Fortunately Martin’s window faces the back yard, and the view from all sides is blocked by many tall trees.
“What are we going to do?†a worried Martin asks you as he stands at the window.
“Grab some rope and help me tie him up!†you reply simply. “Your cousin came over here to learn. So now we’re going to teach him a lesson ourselves!â€
TBC