Postby hunter316 » Fri Sep 23, 2016 1:02 am
Part 2
The boys were gathered in a circle on one knee as Coach Jackson offered words of praise and encouragement following the game. Carter however, wasn’t paying the slightest attention. Ever since he had successfully finished off the final batter to end the game, he had been thinking about just what it was that Jake might try to do to him later. It concerned him slightly that Jake hadn’t spoken to him since the game had ended. Normally he would be the first to come over and tell him good game, and they would be scolded by Coach Jackson for messing around during his traditional post-game speech. Today, however, Jake had walked straight to the dugout after the game, and had taken up a position in the postgame huddle several feet away from Carter. “Is he trying to play more mind games?” Carter thought.
Lost deep within the retreats of his own mind, Carter didn’t immediately notice that Coach Jackson had ended his speech, or that most of his teammates were halfway over towards the stands to go see their families. It was only when Hudson gave him a soft kick in the side with the toe of his cleat that he came back to reality. “Come on Carter, everyone’s waiting for us”. Over in the stands, the boy’s parents were patiently sitting in the second row, waiting for them to come over. Scattered around them were the twin’s four older siblings, three brothers and two sisters, as well as three of the four grandparents, a number of uncles, aunts, and cousins. The boys were not lacking in familial support.
Carter shook his head to clear it, and managed to slowly stand up and sling his baseball bag over his shoulder. “Sorry, I’m ready”.
Hudson, however, was looking at Carter with a somewhat puzzled look on his face. “Are you okay, man? You can’t be upset about that home run. Listen, you had three hits today. We killed them. You can’t worry about the one mistake. We’re going to need you to win this tournament. Forget about it.”
That got a soft smile out of Carter. With his erratic and energetic nature, Hudson rarely had the social wherewithal to engage in a conversation about anyone’s feelings, but he really was a sweet kid, and he cared deeply about his brother. Even at the not so emotionally-sensitive age of twelve, Carter was mature enough to understand and appreciate how special his brother was in moments like these, even if they didn’t last long. Little did Hudson know that the home run wasn’t what was on Carter’s mind anymore.
The two boys made their way off the field through a gate into the stands where their family was waiting, Hudson practically bounding ahead, eager to talk about today’s conquest on the field. Carter hung back and let his brother take the lead, standing somewhat awkwardly in front of the group of family members as his brother received countless high fives, pats on the back, and cries of “atta boy!” (This family was from the Carolinas after all). It was his father who first broke from the group and came over to Carter.
Most boys think of their father as a sort of superman at some point in their lives, but in Carter and Hudson’s case, they weren’t all that far off. The boy’s dad had been a star athlete his whole life, making All-American in two different sports in college and eventually going on to star in the National Football League, winning two championships in an illustrious eight-year career. He still had the look of an athlete, with a muscular body that would put most younger gym rats to shame, not to mention a certain rugged handsomeness. If that wasn’t enough, he’d followed up his athletic career by becoming a sort of business tycoon, developing the presence of several west-coast restaurant chains in the south and southeast, as well as having a number of other investments pay off. All Carter knew was that whenever anybody talked about his father, they were talking about another outstanding success. Personally, professionally, it didn’t matter; everything his dad touched seemed to turn to gold. His dad wasn’t the type of father to put a lot of pressure on his kids, but he cast a large shadow nevertheless.
Carter’s father approached him and pulled him into a large bear hug, making Carter feel like his ribs were about to crack. This was one of his dad’s signature moves, and at 115 lb. Carter was still too small to do much about it. He had to admit he enjoyed the affection though.
“You did great today buddy, I’m so proud of you.” Carter’s dad beamed down at him.
“Thanks dad” was all a beaming Carter managed to get out before his mom engulfed him in a hug. He hadn’t noticed her break away from the rest of the pack of relatives, but she must have done so with great velocity, because Carter was nearly knocked over from the force of her impact.
The boy’s mom was a beautiful woman, some might say a knockout beauty. She had long blonde hair that flowed effortlessly over her shoulders, and a beautiful face highlighted by brilliant aqua blue eyes. In fact, everyone in the boy’s family had blue eyes except the twins, whose eyes were both a rich brown. In her late 40’s and following six kids, her body was about as perfect as it could possibly be, slim but robust in all the right places. Of course, the twins didn’t think about any of that; to them, she was just mom.
It took several minutes for Carter’s mother to finish doting on him, and after that he had to wait through the parade of relatives who all wanted to get a word in with the stars of the day. Finally, after what must have been nearly half an hour, the assault subsided. The clan drifted away to their cars to go find a spot for food, or simply head back to the hotel. Eventually, it was just the twins and their parents.
“Well, you boys better get back to the dorms. I’m sure you’d rather be hanging out with your friends than sitting here with us” their father said. Although he kept silent, it couldn’t be any clearer that Hudson agreed wholeheartedly. Half an hour was an awfully long time for him to remain in one place, and the boy was so fidgety that he seemed to have an electric current running through him. How he had so much energy, Carter could never understand. It was still nearly 100 degrees, and Carter simply felt hot, sweaty, and drained.
“Thanks dad, we’ll see you tomorrow. You too mom. We love you guys.” Carter bade farewell to his parents.
“Yeah, me too, I love you too.” quipped Hudson, who had already slung his bag over his shoulder and was half turned away from the conversation. His impatience prompted an exaggerated eye roll from his father, who threw his arm around his wife’s shoulder and strode off towards the parking lot. By the fifth and sixth child, both parents knew not to take the lack of attention to heart.
Meanwhile, Carter and Hudson headed the opposite way down a concrete path that went to the player dorms. At the Little League World Series, the players and their coaches stayed in specially built dorm buildings, where each team had a wing to themselves. The buildings also featured common areas to watch television, play games like table tennis and pool, and a large cafeteria that served a buffet-style meal thrice a day. The families and friends of players stayed in regular hotels around town. The independence and the amenities combined were a very exciting prospect for several baseball teams’ worth of young boys. As far as they were concerned, this was heaven.
As the twins made their way to the dorms, Carter noticed that they were the last ones out on the fields. All their teammates must already be back in their rooms, including Jake. “Oh shit, Jake.” Thought Carter with a start. The meeting with his family had served as an effective distraction, but in an instant Jake was once again front and center in Carter’s mind.
As Carter trudged along, Hudson, who had been clearly trying to coax Carter to speed his pace by walking a few steps ahead of him, began to pelt him with a steady stream of whining.
“Hurry up Carter, I want to get back to the dorms.”
“Why, we’re not missing anything?”
“I just do, alright. Can’t you walk faster? It’s like you’re trying to walk as slow as you possibly can.”
“Well I’m tired Hudson. Sorry I’m not the god damn energizer bunny like you are. You know, you can walk faster by yourself. There’s no law that says we have to walk together.” Carter snapped with a roll of his eyes.
This proposition caused Hudson to stop dead in his tracks for a moment, his eyes wide, as though Carter had proposed the most revolutionary idea the world had ever seen. For a moment, Carter was worried he had hurt Hudson’s feelings, but apparently Hudson was rather fond of Carter’s idea. With a grin and a quick, “Well alright then!” Hudson took off at a pace that was just short of a sprint. Carter couldn’t help but laugh at his older brother. He could be such a dork sometimes, but Carter loved him for it.
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Twenty minutes later, Carter finally was finishing the trek up the stairs to the Carolina team’s wing of the dorms. The walk had seemed much shorter going the opposite way this morning, but that’s what a day playing baseball in the hot sun could do. All Carter could think about was jumping in a cool shower to finally wash his sweat soaked body. It was so bad, if he squeezed the fabric on his jersey, drops of sweat would drip out like it was a soaked washcloth. Only by drinking several liters of water throughout the day had he and his teammates avoided severe dehydration.
Carter headed for the door at the end of the hall that led to the room he shared with Hudson and Jake, ecstatic to finally be nearing the end of his journey. Each wing of the dorm featured a number of rooms for players, and two rooms for the head and assistant coaches. The player rooms were either double or triple beds, and since Jake and the twins were all so close they had decided to share a triple. Sleeping together was nothing new; the boys had experienced dozens of sleepovers at each other’s houses over the years.
Carter turned the doorknob the opened the door to the room, unveiling a spacious 20 foot by 15 foot space. Bunk beds were set up against the far wall, and lying perpendicular to that against the wall to the right was a single bed, which Jake had claimed. In the middle of the room was a large blue carpet, and right behind where the door opened there was a desk with a computer, which the boys had heavily used in the few days they’d been there. Nature paintings decorated the walls, and to the left was a doorway that led to the fairly luxurious bathroom. The door was cracked open, but Carter could hear the shower running inside, presumably with Hudson inside. That presumption became a certainty when he dropped his bag against the near wall and looked up at the bottom bunk, his bed. The only problem was that it was occupied.
Carter found himself staring at Jake, who was sitting upright on his bed, looking right back at him with the same predatory gleam in his eye that Carter had previously seen during the game. Despite the fact that the sun outside had managed to heat the dorm room quite nicely, Carter couldn’t help but shiver a little. He didn’t quite understand it. Jake was his friend, somebody he felt comfortable around, somebody he would share his deepest secrets with. However, the way Jake was eyeing him made Carter feel so small and vulnerable; it was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
Jake’s had clearly already showered; his hair was still damp and messily tousled, which somehow served to make him appear even more handsome. He had changed into shorts and a tank top, which showed off wiry arms that Carter knew were plenty powerful. Whether it was intentional or not, it was raising the intimidation factor in Carter’s opinion. Then Carter noticed the two baseball belts and two sets of long baseball socks on the bed next to Jake. Upon seeing the socks and belts, Carter let out an audible sigh of relief. He had been concerned that Jake was legitimately angry with him, but tie ups had always been a game between them, a sort of rambunctious way to sort out their differences. Or more realistically, a way for Jake to assert his dominance during any disagreements. Even still, it was an outlet that both boys enjoyed, and the terror Carter had been feeling gave way to a sort nervous energy that he always felt before these games. He loved that feeling. He loved feeling like things were out of his control. He loved feeling like he was at Jake’s mercy.
Of course, being a red-blooded American boy, Carter never let any of these feelings be known, at least explicitly. What others took as a laid-back and reserved personality was really a cover for his extremely submissive nature, but whenever these games were played, Carter made sure to put on a front of resistance.
“Hey Carter, I’ve been waiting for you for a while now. You shouldn’t leave your friends waiting.” The corny line was delivered in voice that would probably sound convincingly innocent if the expression on Jake’s face weren’t so telling.
“Not now Jake, I just want to take a shower and get some food, man. I’m not in the mood for this shit.” This was an outright lie. Carter had forgotten all about the shower. He had forgotten all about his hunger. All that existed in his mind right now was this game with Jake.
And Jake knew it. Despite the fact that Carter always protested, and despite the fact that he resisted, Jake knew that Carter loved the games. Jake may not have been the most humble boy, but he did have enough self-awareness to realize that it was always suspiciously easy to tie up Carter. He had tried these games with his other friends, including Hudson, and he had learned that tying up a resisting victim is nearly impossible by oneself. Besides, Jake knew Carter well enough to be able to read his body language almost perfectly, and he was able to detect the longing look in Carter’s eye whenever he began talking about a tie up game. He had a feeling that Carter could detect Jake’s own look of longing whenever he got to talking about tying up his favorite victim.
“I don’t care about your shower Carter, and I sure as hell don’t care about your stomach! I had a no-hitter in the damn Little League World Series, and you ruined it! For that, you need to be punished. You know you deserve it!” Jake adopted a rough tone as he addressed Carter, but the harshness of his words were belied by the smirk on his face. He was really starting to enjoy himself.
“Jake, you were already out of the game, it doesn’t mat-HEY!” Carter yelped as Jake stood up and closed the distance between them in one swift step, grabbing onto Carter’s bicep with an iron grip. “Get off me you asshole!” Carter cried as he, somewhat halfheartedly in Jake’s opinion, attempted to wrestle free.
Jake was having none of it. Just because both boys knew the game was in good fun did not make Jake afraid to play rough. He hauled Carter over to the bottom bunk bed and threw him over the mattress, belly down. With his other hand, he grabbed Carter’s wrist, so he know had both hands on one of Carter’s arms, and twisted that arm behind his back, ending up in a position rather similar to a police officer arresting a perp. “Shut up! You know you can’t do anything to stop me, so quit fighting back. You’re going to get yours Carter.” The last sentence was delivered in a whisper just inches from Carter’s ear, which elicited a sharp moan of outrage and a renewed effort to break free in response. Carter was starting to match Jake’s energy, but Jake would have none of that.
Jake removed the hand from Carter’s bicep, keeping a hold of his wrist to control his arm, and therefore his body. With his other hand he grabbed Carter by the long golden hair on the top of his head and forced his face down into the mattress, forcing him to struggle for breath. Finally, after being held in this position for maybe 20 seconds, Carter went limp.
That was always one of Carter’s favorite parts of the games, the moment of submission. At his young age, he didn’t really understand the psychology behind it. All he knew was that somewhere deep down inside him, giving in, giving up control, it felt amazing. From this point onward, even if he was struggling in bondage, he always felt more relaxed than he could ever achieve in any other activity. The feeling was pure bliss.
“That’s what I thought boy, I’ve got you now. Pathetic.” Jake gloated. “I bet you’d do anything I say, huh? Say “Jake is the best person ever and I don’t even deserve to be in the same room as him”.” With his face shoved in the mattress, Carter’s response of “MMMMPPPHHHHH YOOOOUUUUUUU” wasn’t very clear, but Jake managed to decipher the message.
“Wow, that's really what you want to go with Carter? I’ll tell you right now that’s a bad choice.” Jake ended the statement by cranking on Carter’s wrist, causing the smaller boy to whimper into the bed. “I’ll give you one more chance. Say it, and I might go easy on you.”
Carter paused for a full 10 seconds to think about it, but another twist of his wrist brought a fresh wave of pain shooting down his arm and made his decision for him. His face still mashed into the mattress, he repeated the humiliating phrase back to Jake.
“Ah Carter, that’s so nice of you to say!” quipped Jake in a mock sweet voice. “Unfortunately, you still messed up my game, so I’m going to tie you up anyway.”
This betrayal brought on more squeals of protest from the submissive boy, but they were quickly silenced by another twist of his arm.
Jake’s mocking laugh rang through Carter’s ears. “Now be a good boy, and put your hands behind your back.” Carter made no move to comply, so Jake removed the hand holding Carter’s head and used it to pry his other wrist behind his back.
Carter used this opportunity to pop his head up out of the sheets it had been buried in, and beg “Jake, please don’t, stop, I don’t want-”
“Carter, if you don’t shut your mouth this second, I’m going to make this a thousand times worse on you than it already will be.” Hyperbole aside, Carter believed him. He lay his cheek down on the mattress and accepted his fate.
Jake, meanwhile, had taken one of the baseball belts and wrapped it tightly around Carter’s crossed wrists. Despite previous tie up game experience, Jake was no expert with knots, so he usually made up for it with brutally tight ties. As he slid the elastic band through the buckle again and again, he yanked back on the band after each loop, tightening it as much as he could, finally cinching it off when there was no excess band sticking out. Despite the stretchiness of the material, Jake had taken all the slack out, and Carter’s hands were now completely immobile.
He followed this up by hoisting Carter’s legs up on the bed so he was now laying on his stomach. He repeated the process of tightening the second baseball belt around Carter’s crossed ankles, to the same effect. Carter was now effectively trussed, his crossed ankles forcing his knees out to keep his legs somewhat open. Carter tested the strength of his bonds, gently pulling on them, and groaning in frustration when he realized they had no give. The groan was mostly for show. On the inside, he was feeling phenomenal.
That is, until Jake decided to kick things up a notch.
“You know Carter, I’m really upset with you for messing up my no hitter. I think a crime as severe as that deserves a special kind of punishment.”
“What do you mea-”
“I told you not to talk Carter! Why don’t you listen to me? I guess a need to shut your mouth for you, since you’re incapable of doing it yourself.”
“Wait, I’m sorry, don’t do-”
But Carter’s protest was interrupted once again, for Jake had grabbed one of the baseball socks on the bed and shoved it deep into Carter’s mouth; so deep in fact, that Jake’s actual fingers were past Carter’s lips. The knee-length sock presented a lot of material to fit in a twelve-year-old boy’s mouth, and Carter initially gagged slightly on the cotton, before Jake eased the pressure on it and let it settle more comfortably into his mouth. His mouth was still stretched to its limit. Jake quickly grabbed the bright blue sock’s twin and used it as a cleave gag to hold the first wadded-up sock in Carter’s mouth.
As Jake tied off the second sock at the back of Carter’s head, Carter’s saliva began to seep into the first sock, and he made a startling and unwelcome discovery. Carter had known better than to protest as Jake had gagged, but when the salty taste of sweaty feet began to come out of the sock, he bleated out some muffled protests.
“Why yes, Carter, those are the socks I wore during the game today. I don’t know what you’re complaining about though, I’m sure they taste delicious!” Jake teased. The shit-eating grin that Jake was so famous for was making a return.
This was too much for Carter. Sure, he enjoyed being tied up, but he most certainly did not enjoy the taste of sweaty feet, and he glared daggers at Jake as Jake leered back down at him. But Jake wasn’t finished yet. He rolled Carter on his side and unbuckled his belt, which thankfully wasn’t necessary to keep his pants up. After Jake had worked the belt off of all the loops, he rolled Carter back onto his stomach and bent his legs at the knee, bringing his ankles toward his butt. Carter immediately recognized what he was doing. He knew resistance was futile, but he gave a whimper through his gag, and gave his friend the most wide-eyed pleading look he could muster.
“Ah Carter, it’s okay, it’ll only be for a little while. Well, maybe. Either way, just remember, you deserve to be punished.” Jake’ devious grin mocked Carter as he cinched the hogtie, arching the smaller boys back and causing him to let out a soft groan.
Jake stepped back to admire his handiwork. Carter lay on the bed on his stomach, his golden blond hair a sweaty, wild mess. His cheeks were red from the heat and the struggling, and they bulged outward from the pressure of the gag. The tightness of the hogtie had caused his muscles to go taunt, revealing a certain litheness that might otherwise go unnoticed. He was still dressed in his tight, white, knee-length baseball pants with light blue socks covering his small feet, matching the blue of the socks in his gag. His jersey, which he had untucked after the game, was riding up, revealing an abdomen that was currently laboring just a little bit extra to breath normally. Jake smiled down at his friend; although he might be considered the handsome one, when Carter was all trussed up like that he was so undeniably cute.
Just then, the shower in the bathroom turned off, and Jake was startled out of his admiration. Hudson had no idea what had transpired in the room outside, and now he’d be coming out any second.
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