FWD Saga (m/m) Fun with Danny: Week-End, Epilogue, October 7th

Postby Bondwriter » Thu Mar 03, 2016 3:54 am

This is another story that fits this section. Lots of saucy tie-up situations among boys.
As always, this is fiction, hence it's not real.
Tribute to Jason Toddman, if you like his sagas, this should be up your alley.
I'll post three chapters to start with and add a new one every three to seven days.

Fun with Danny
By Bondwriter
1. Riding towards Adventure
Danny wondered how this week of babysitting his younger neighbours would turn out. He usually spent his time off school on his own. He had turned fifteen in the spring; he was considered old enough to take care of himself; he could be given responsibilities. And for a few days, at the beginning of the holidays, he would be given some: he had been offered to stay with Greg and Walter at their grandfather’s country house. This had been unexpected, but very much welcome.

It was ten kilometres from the street where Danny and his neighbours lived four houses apart. Danny wondered how he would get along with the younger boys, Greg and Walter; one was blond and the other dark-haired, they both were incredibly cute. They were cousins. Walter’s parents lived abroad, and Walter had stayed at his aunt’s place for two years, on the few weeks they weren’t at their boarding school.

Danny had played football with them the summer before, just after his parents had moved. The cousins had headed to boarding school in September; they had met a few times at weekends. They were very outgoing and they played rough, whereas he was a bit dreamy and liked reading. He liked science, fantasy stories and practicing Tae Kwon Do, which started showing in his arms’ and torso’s teenage muscles. His neighbours were very gregarious and were much into team sports and outdoor activities with lots of friends. They were different.

They were different from Danny; they were also very different from each other. Walter looked the most mischievous, with his thin face, his elfish features; his almond-shaped brown eyes made him look like a character from ElfQuest.

Greg was a blond angel. His ruby lips, his big earnest blue eyes, he was the perfect little boy Danny would have hugged so he wouldn’t feel alone.

Danny had confused feelings towards them; he was old enough to know the nature of the attraction he felt towards them. Spending a little less than a week with such handsome companions appealed much to him. He had thought about the best way to spend time with them, thinking of sports and games they could play together. He was prepared to play football and ride his bike with the boys, so they’d exercise. That and a few board games in the evening, their stay should be relatively fun, he expected, as his parents and the boys’ had insisted he was to be in charge.

All the adults were working that week, and they trusted the boys to play nice and get themselves busy with all the space and facilities, on the estate and in the nearby town. There had been long talks between Walter, Greg, his parents and Danny’s; the contemplated babysitter had listened a lot to what was being said. He was afraid to sound too eager about the plans, so he waited patiently, nodding here and there to approve of what Greg and Walter said. The cousins swore they would behave.

They were thirteen and they would do everything Danny would tell them to do; after a half hour of discussion, as Greg and Walter promised they would make sure Danny didn’t complain about them one more time, the adults yielded. They thought not much could happen; they were close enough that they would be able to let them know. Danny was even officially put in charge of the budget, having to keep the money to do some grocery shopping and pay for the swimming-pool or a couple hours playing tennis.

Having easily fooled both pairs of parents, they had a perfect opportunity to get their revenge on one of their boarding school fellow-students, Scott, who was a member of a very hush-hush club as were the cousins and two other boys. They had started with escape challenges and had grown into some serious tie-up games club. The boarding school offered many locations for elaborate tie-up games. Walter and Greg had discussed for hours at night with their friends of their grandfather’s farm, describing the attic, the cellar, the fifteen rooms in the house, the Summer House and the Hunting Lodge.

Their grandfather’s estate used to be a farm, but for some acres of woods and orchards, a big piece of the land having been sold years before. It still made a huge playing ground for boys of thirteen. There were places and things there that would guarantee Danny didn’t have an opportunity to protest.

A few weeks before the summer, their friend Scott had challenged Walter and Greg to organize a proper initiation. Scott felt they always played very impulsively, but that they lacked the organizing qualities that good tugs required. They had challenged him in return to come to try out. Scott would join them on the second day of their stay.

It had taken a few evenings of discussion among the two cousins to plan what they would do to Scott, when they eventually wondered about Danny; they had suggested him as a chaperone to Greg’s parents, in an animated discussion bargaining about the house rules. Danny was serious and clean-cut. It would be easy to trick him into a tie-up and leave him in the pantry, the cellar or the ballroom closet. They had forgotten about it, as they focused more each evening on Scott, with lots of note taking in code on what they should do to him

Then the news had come in that the next-door boy, Danny, would come over with them for the whole week. Now it was real. They had to find a way to make sure Danny wouldn’t cramp their style with their friend.

“Let’s just kidnap Danny and keep him prisoner at least until Scott leaves. He’s never snitched on us before. Here’s how we’re going to do it…”

Danny had been the witness to a few misdeeds by his neighbours. He had never told about them, always under the influence of these cute and mischievous youngsters, whom he loved seeing all grinning and bragging about stealing apples or breaking a crabby neighbour’s windows. They could be quite ruthless, which impressed Danny. They deemed their temporary guardian able to take the joke they were to pull on him without too much whining.

They had left early in the morning on a beautiful July day. Riding in a single file, with Greg in front and Walter behind, the three boys enjoyed the wind against their bare faces and legs, the cousins having picked up shorts for convenience and as a sign of their acquired independence, being able to wear clothing that wouldn’t have been adequate at home, which their parents reminded them was not a football field. Danny was proudly wearing his blue and yellow biking suit; he thought his growing body looked more impressive in the tight embrace of the thin Lycra outfit. The cut of the assorted jacket made his shoulders look broader too.

The three boys reached the family property after forty-five minutes of an uneventful though pleasant ride. Danny had heard of the place, but it looked even better than what he had pictured in his mind from his friends’ tales. This was a big brick and stone manor; it was over three hundred years old, and it was part of a large estate. He was impressed by the place; he felt some pride at having been appointed the master of the house, as he was in charge of their group. There was an air of mystery to such a big place. The little tower rising above the three floors didn’t make it as quaint as Hogwarts’ peculiar architecture in the Harry Potter movie Danny had loved; nevertheless, this beat his ordinary, even if large and convenient house.

2. Surprise!

Walter and Greg’s plan demanded they act swiftly upon arrival. There was no reason letting Danny wander around, and being seen by a neighbour or a shop owner if he thought of going shopping. They also wanted to keep their promise that Danny wouldn’t complain about them. Their babysitter had to disappear as soon as possible.

Carrying the bags they’d removed from the luggage racks on the bikes, the little trio entered with their usual banter about who would get to open the most windows and shutters first, as it was the tradition. The entrance hall was a big room, with a high ceiling, dark walls with numerous door frames opening on what promised to be many rooms and corridors. The floor was old tiles, but the middle was covered with a large woollen rug.

Danny did not see it coming at all. They were passing the staircase in the entry hall to go to the kitchen first, when a swooshing sound was followed by the contact of the two smaller bodies jumping on him. The blond mane of hair that Danny caught from the corner of the eye meant that the pair of arms hooked around his waist and going down his legs belonged to Greg; his balance was challenged as Walter jumped on Danny’s back, wrapping his arms around his babysitter’s shoulders with his thighs pressing around his waist, his legs closing down around the older boy’s, making any motion much more difficult and energy-consuming.

As brutal as the assault was, it was under control, and the whole bundle fell down on the thick rug slowly and without any unpleasant impact. The cousins jumping him from behind used a technique to force him to fall forward that could be Judo. And they held him at the same time, so his fall was broken. Regaining his senses, Danny wondered aloud what this meant.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything, what are you guys…”

“You’d better keep quiet, if you know what’s good for you.” Walter hissed in his ear.

Danny paused for a second. His nose rubbed against the rug; his little neighbours held on to him, pinning him down, but they were moving around at the same time. What were the tykes up to? He could feel Greg sitting on his thighs and a noose gliding over his ankles.

“What is this rope? What are you doimmmph…”

Walter had performed a slick move. Tightening his grip with his thighs, preventing Danny from leaving his horizontal position, he let go of his arms. He raised his chest, doing a push-up. He then fell on his prey again, his left hand gripping Danny’s left arm in a tight armlock, his right hand covering his mouth and clamping hard over his face so he couldn’t get away from the silencing grasp.

Danny grunted louder in Walter’s hand. He struggled, such an outrage to his pride being insufferable. Of course, he’d though many times about being tied up, but the brutal attack felt just like an aggression at the moment.

The two boys had pinned him down very well. He twisted as much as he could, but to no avail. He could buck around a bit, but Walter never lost his grip. Greg was completely undisturbed as he went to tying a third coil of rope around his babysitter’s legs, above the knees this time. Four turns and a frapping knot at the ankles and knees, Danny wouldn’t run the marathon today. The cotton of the rope felt very smooth against Danny’s skin. It was used, but very solid; he wouldn’t flex his muscles and break it.

Greg turned around, sitting on Danny’s shorts-clad buttocks as Walter moved aside a bit, keeping his armlock tight with one hand, pinning him to the ground; his mouth was maintained closed with the other hand.

“Mmmph! Mmmbllmm!” Danny protested.

“He’s feistier than you said he’d be, Walter,” Danny heard Greg say; “We shouldn’t underestimate him. Let’s give him the full works,” Greg said as he had managed to loop rope around Danny’s wrists, which he slowly tightened until they were inescapable. Getting over the shock of the attack, Danny was now assailed by very weird feelings. His younger neighbour’s round buttocks brushing over his through the gliding layers of nylon between them felt very pleasant. He felt his penis grow in his underwear, as it did after swimming practice, when Danny could ogle all his Speedo-wearing schoolmates. There was something about boys’ bums that appealed to him in mysterious ways.

His legs being imprisoned by coils of rope, Greg could jump down and get to bind Danny’s arms with the help of his cousin. Walter’s handgag was temporarily removed, as Greg slid a piece of rope under Danny’s head. The rope glided over the rug until it was under Danny’s chest. Greg pulled both ends so the arms would be stuck just under the shoulders; he repeated the operation twice, so there were three turns of rope around Danny’s torso.

The older boy’s pleas were still heavily muffled by Walter’s hand.

“I can’t understand anything you say, Danny, so you’d better not waste your energy and just shut up! I see you’re done with the first arms rope, Greg, do you need a hand to tie his wrists?”

Walter’s armlock couldn’t be broken by Danny, the angle being perfect for a sustainable hold; from his martial arts practice, Danny knew that he was likely to hurt trying to force his way out. Gradually, though the attacked boy felt the grip loosen, as Walter was unfolding his arm and bringing his wrist down towards the small of his back. Danny gave one more try at escaping his neighbours; a clove hitch thwarted his move, his wrists already encircled by rope that quickly tightened were useless in two seconds. The looping and knotting that ensued felt like it wouldn’t be easy to get loose. Danny had had a few agitated nights when he’d pictured himself the captive of other boys. His dream was coming true; but would they think him a wimp for getting caught so easily?

Walter had changed position; he was now sitting between Danny’s shoulder blades, his handgag tighter than ever. With the other hand on the side of the head, he had a steady hold.

“Say, Greg, Danny here doesn’t want to shut up. Think of something to help.”

Danny felt another leap from Greg who was now kneeling at his feet. He tried to buck, but Walter put all his weight over his back. Greg laid a hand on the bound ankles, pinning them to the ground to limit the squirming; Walter was not dismounted.

Greg was removing Danny’s shoes, and then his socks. They were low, so it wasn’t too long and difficult to slide them underneath the rope at the ankles.

“I can think of something to turn talkative little blighters into quiet little mice.”

3. Kidnapped Babysitter

This sounded ominous; it was very sophisticated language for Greg. Danny had more or less realized what his blond neighbour was about to do; he got tricked very easily by this younger boy nevertheless.

Walter at last let go of his mouth, but as he opened wide to tell them to stop and release him, the two small socks bundled in a ball were swiftly inserted into his mouth.

“A mouth well packed, good start,” Greg said. Walter had gone back to his previous role, this time to prevent Danny from spitting the wadding. “It stays in Danny, I won’t let you spit it out. Spitting is unhealthy anyway.” The mumbling didn’t exactly sound like approval; apparently, Danny’s neighbours didn’t ask for any. “Get the tape Greg, I’m getting tired of hand-gagging him.”

Danny knew what the word meant, but he had never heard it before, just read in online stories. Greg and Walter seemed to have an extended knowledge of such matters, if only because he was now trussed up, lying on his belly and that he had never been able to fend off his attackers, who were just little kids. “They’re two,” Danny thought. “One on one they’d never had a chance.”

He rationalized. Of course, IF he’d known they would attack, IF they had played fair. Danny enjoyed some horsing around, and being in physical contact with other boys had an effect… Ok, he liked it. Oh, yes, and he wouldn’t hurt younger kids. And a weird feeling of helplessness was getting over him; he would have loved to escape their grip and prove he was stronger; he also loved having them crawl all over him. The feel of the rope restraining his limbs was just as he had imagined. The way he was handled didn’t allow much time for introspection.

Greg was kneeling in front of Danny, at the top of his head. Walter, still sitting between his shoulder blades, lifted his head. He let his gag hand slide upwards to Danny’s forehead, his other hand coming under the older boy’s chin, preventing him to open his jaws. The packed mouth was the target of Greg’s first duct tape strip, running from ear to ear and covering his lips. “This will never hold,” Danny thought, “in five minutes I can spit this gag out.”

His thought coincided with the sound of tape torn from a roll, as Greg was going for a second and third piece. An X was added, going from below his eyes to underneath his chin. Then two longer strips were used to make his opening his mouth more difficult, as they ran from ear to ear, passing over his chin. Greg, in a confident and knowing gesture, then added three turns around his head, covering his lower face from nose to chin.

No spitting the socks out now.

The two cousins stood up and looked at Danny writhing at their feet, making little grunts here and there, but not getting anywhere.

“Let’s move,” Walter said, “We don’t want him in the entrance hall. What if Mrs Winthorpe comes to check on us? We’re going to take you to the kitchen, Danny. If you don’t mind that is.”

“Mggrbllm…” he replied angrily.

Both cousins bent down and grabbed a shoulder each. They got Danny to kneel, and then they lifted him to a standing position. They held on to him; Greg ordered him to hop, and the trio soon had gone the five metres to the kitchen door. The kitchen tile felt cold to Danny’s bare feet; thankfully his neighbours soon had him sitting in a high-backed kitchen chair that had to be a couple decades old, judging on the plush vinyl upholstery padding the seat, the arm rests and the back. It was high too, with the frame thinning at the top.

Greg and Walter helped him settle in the chair; his arms behind his back made it difficult to get his butt completely touching the back. It didn’t seem to annoy the youngsters, as they actually turned to his legs.

This time, Danny could see what they were doing, and he witnessed the coordinated work by the four hands. The coils of rope were removed one by one, only to be replaced by rings of shiny silver, with three turns of the duct tape each time. Greg took one of the coils of rope they’d untied, and used it to pull a clove hitch around Danny’s ankles, the two ends of which he knotted to the chair’s rung.

“So we’re sure you don’t walk out on us,” he teased.

Walter was on the next move, having laid a hand between Danny’s shoulder blades, forcing him to lean forward.

“We’re going to untie your arms, don’t move.”

Greg had joined his cousin, and they loosened the rope and grabbed a forearm each. Walter had Danny’s left arm, which he pushed against the armrest before sitting on it. This time it was Walter’s nylon-clad buttocks that Danny could feel. It tingled everywhere… Leaning across, Walter kept Danny’s arm under his butt as he assisted Greg in taping Danny’s right forearm to the armrest. Walter stood, but not before Greg had come around, and Danny’s flailing arm was seized by two pairs of relentless hands which then fastened his forearm to the armrest. Danny would have never imagined how sticky duct tape could be. The meticulous application made it stronger, no doubt.

Greg ended his tie-up with a strap over Danny’s chest, pulling him against the back of the chair.

“Now that we’re sure you can’t boss us around, we may make you an offer you can’t refuse,” Walter had started as his sibling went over the tape rings all over Danny, making sure there was no loose end.

Now well united to the chair, Danny could only listen to his two impish neighbours. They didn’t seem fazed by the fact they’d more or less kidnapped him; it was a weird prank. Danny had longed for such activities. The way it had gone down was surprising; the glances the cousins exchanged, the way they looked at him, it was definitely an experience that bothered him. He felt humiliated; he could now taste the socks in his mouth, and they had been worn for a while. This triggered a moan of disagreement.

“Hmmbllmm…”

The laughter it triggered didn’t give Danny much peace of mind. His neighbours recovered from their bout. Walter towered over Danny, standing straight in front of him, hands on hips, his thighs sticking out of the legs of his shorts pulled up, making him manlier than he really was.

He looked in his babysitter’s eyes.

“I’m afraid you will have to suck on these socks for a while longer. I was telling you about an offer. We’ve told you about our friend Scott, haven’t we? He’s the one who’s played some nasty tricks on us. With his friend Emmett… But I will have time to tell you about our group of friends. I’m telling you about Scott because we have plans for him.”

Greg barged in.

“Plans that would work better without you.”

“Yes, we lied to the parents for spending the week here, but we don’t plan to play tennis and go to museums with you as a nanny.”

“No. You see, Scott’s parents think he is going to his aunt. But his aunt thinks he’s staying at his cousins. And he’s coming here, in fact. It’s easy to confuse adults with fake phone calls. Well, all these people are quite gullible, and it worked out great. Even Scott hasn’t realized what we had planned for him. He expects to be tied up at some point, certainly, but we have to get our revenge after his last nasty trick. And we’re going to keep him our complete prisoner for a full three days!”

As his cousin burst out laughing, Walter picked up, coming closer to Danny. He put his hand on his left shoulder.

“Mmmh.”

“The consequence is that YOU will have to stay our prisoner too. At least until Scott leaves. If by then you promise not to tattle on us, we might release you, but we will have to get guarantees. Until now, we’ll have to do the baby-sitting.”

Greg had come closer too. He seemed interested in his neighbour’s Lycra shorts.

“I think Danny may even get to enjoy himself,” he said, pointing to the older boy’s crotch. Danny regretted the looseness and big size of his underwear, as he realized he had sprouted a major woody. The biking outfit was tight enough that it remained decent. Danny wondered if they could see how he blushed with all the tape over his face. The boys did not dwell on this issue. They seemed very happy to brag to the bound and gagged victim they had acquired a few tens of minutes before. Walter seemed the mastermind.

“Scott will be there tomorrow only. Today, we’re going to see if you’re nice enough to meet him, or if you’ll remain tied up in a dark corner. We’d have to gag you much better if this was the case. If you behave, that you don’t give us too much trouble, you might get to meet Scott. I’m sure he won’t mind a companion.”

Danny was fascinated by the wide grin Walter bore. He felt eagerness, passion. He thought he knew his neighbours; he never had seen them in their boarding school. He hadn’t imagined they would be into more than the usual self-play that went on in all these places. Now he felt different, because of this grin.

TBC
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Re: Fun with Danny - the Series

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Mar 03, 2016 7:53 am

Welcome back to the site.
Interesting story so far. In regards to this business about revenge on Scott, is this a sequel to some other story I am not remembering?
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Fun with Danny - Chapter 4 - (m/m) Updated March 5th

Postby Bondwriter » Sat Mar 05, 2016 3:13 am

Hi Jason. No, this is a whole new story. I try to get the stories in the proper order.

4. In storage

“I should go shopping, Walter, or the store will be closed,” Greg interrupted. He was searching Danny’s bag. He took the purse that contained the money Danny had been entrusted with to feed and entertain his charges. Danny mumbled, not too pleased at seeing the control of the budget escape him.

“I can handle him, no sweat,” Walter said, ignoring the sitter’s pleas for financial responsibility, “Just give me a hand to get him inside the pantry.”

“MMphmmblm?”

“It’s just for half an hour. It’ll give you time to think. Repeat after me: ‘My name is Danny, I’ve been kidnapped by my little neighbours!’”

“Mmmmmppph…”

“That’s not what Walter asked you to say,” Greg smiled, grabbing the right side of the chair. His cousin caught the other side, and they dragged the chair, bound boy included, all the way to the pantry five metres straight behind the chair. Walter opened the door.

“You have half an hour to take in what just happened. I hope you’ve listened carefully to what I said, because I’m not into repeating. I have tons of very nice stories to tell you, and I may. For now, I want you to think about what happens to you. I expect that at the end of the half hour, you let us know you’re willing to obey. Then we’ll do things the easy way. You don’t want to try the hard way.”

Having dragged Danny to the middle of the pantry, they set the chair down.

“This is where they used to store meat and stuff, before there were fridges. Now it’s the storage place for the cleaning-lady. It’s vented so you won’t lack oxygen, even if we left you in here for hours. Think hard, and enjoy yourself,” Walter ultimately gloated.

They left, slamming the door, Danny remaining in the dark.

His thoughts ran wild. He was harder than before. His neighbour’s taunting left him puzzled, not angry at all, and very much excited. He almost didn’t notice the stale smell of old brooms and rags surrounding him. He didn’t know if it had been five minutes or fifty when the door opened. It was Walter. He turned the light on.

“Everything fine, in there? Your half hour is up. I hope you’ve made up your mind, and the proper way. But I’m getting bored, so I can play a bit with you. We need to wait for Greg; he needs to be here for your giving your answer. He’s not back, yet, though I expect him soon.”

Danny didn’t say a thing, this time. He didn’t really want to scream anyway.

“I just have to think of a game that’s fun to play with a boy who’s trussed up to a chair. Charades is out of the question, because of the gag. Truth or Dare, maybe?

“MMph,” Danny disapproved.

“With my rules, yes, we can. It’s not exactly the same, but I can always ask questions and you answer by yes or no, nicely, peacefully. You can say yes or no with your head, no?”

Danny nodded, with a little grunt.

“You can nod; you don’t have to make noise. Let’s go: do you have hair at your armpits and your dick?”

Danny hesitated.

“I’ll repeat the question this time. I’ll twitch your nipple next: do you have hair under your armpits and on your dick? If you don’t feel like answering, I’ll check for myself.”

Danny’s eyes opened wide. This wasn’t much fun, not at all! He nodded, he didn’t want to see if Walter was serious or not. Of course, he’d long entered puberty. He was way past it, even.

“Have you ever jacked-off?”

Danny wondered what this was about.

“Beaten the bishop? Choked the chicken? Spanked the monkey? Masturbate, if this sounds better to your delicate ears.”

Danny nodded, prodded by Walter’s approaching. He understood he was going to have a lengthy interview about his intimate life. He did. When Greg came back twenty minutes later, Walter knew all about Danny’s self-pleasuring experiments, his jacking-off techniques and his jacking-off buddies from the Tae Kwon Do club. Danny was saved by his blond neighbour at the moment Walter was about to ask about potential tie-up activities.

“Damn, the people in this town are lame,” Greg complained. “It took hours to get to the till. So, is Danny going to behave?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t asked him yet. He likes to wank, though.”

“So?” Greg asked. The opposite would have surprised him. “That’s nice he confided in you. That’s a good sign.”

“Let’s take him out. We’ll remove his gag, so he can say he has understood he is our prisoner.”

The cousins grabbed his chair on both sides, and got him out of the pantry. There was more space to be busy around the trussed-up captive.

To Danny, this didn’t make any sense, yet it kept him excited. He’d have an opportunity to try to talk to them, to let them know they could do this, but not all the time, and… He blushed again at the idea of asking other boys to tie him up.

Greg unwound the turns of tape going around his head. Walter seized the silver plastering of duct tape that stuck to his lower face by the corner above the ear. He pulled briskly. The scream was absorbed by the soggy socks. Greg caught a towel, and put it under Danny’s nose, as Walter admonished: “You’ll speak only if asked. Don’t abuse our kindness.”

Danny spat the socks out; the taste got worse. Greg wiped the drool that followed the socks.

Danny just didn’t think about it. Actually, had there been any appliance running in the kitchen, or an animated conversation, they certainly wouldn’t have heard the faint “Thank you,” that went through his lips. His neighbours had excellent hearing. Walter didn’t think it would be this easy. He clamped his hand over Danny’s mouth. The captive boy got very animated again, shouting his desperate apologies. To no avail. Apparently, Greg being back didn’t mean he would be interrogated and asked if he was willing to obey the cousins.

“Greg, get a water bottle, so we may let him have a drink eventually. And bring material for a number 6.”

Walter had numbers for gags or tie-up positions. It was useful in games at the boarding school, when you needed to surprise the boy you caught.

Keeping a firm hand over his now desperate neighbour’s mouth, Walter spoke softly, being now the best-behaved child in the world.

“This wasn’t nice, Danny. Not nice at all. Why do you force us to use the hard way?”

He held on. As Greg came back, his hands full, Danny had calmed down, the touch of his little neighbour having been gentler. His hand wouldn’t go, but he didn’t crush his lips anymore.

“You’ve tamed the colt, Walt.” Greg turned to Danny: “He’s really good at this, you know?”

Danny waited, silent and motionless. He thought he could expect a drink, if this wasn’t code for some other trick. His socks had dried out his mouth; the taste had subsided a bit, but it still was not too pleasant.

There was no trick. Greg brought a bottle of water close to his cousin’s hand.

“This time, I remove my hand, you open your mouth and Greg gives you water to drink. No funny stuff. No stunt.”

Danny had his drink. He felt if flowing down his throat, relieving him partially. The bottle was taken away from his mouth; Walter clamped his hand over it again.

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 5th

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Mar 08, 2016 6:21 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 5th

Postby Addicteftoropes » Wed Mar 09, 2016 1:54 pm

Continues, please

Fun with Danny - Chapter 5 - (m/m) Updated March 11th

Postby Bondwriter » Fri Mar 11, 2016 9:01 am

Another chapter, people...

5. Time for Lunch

“The number 6 is Plasticine, surgical tape and some other tape. Socks are on the outside.”

Danny quickly understood he would have to sniff some socks. He had never noticed his neighbours’ feet smelt stronger than his; he hadn’t had many occasions. He’d have to wait to see how he would feel about it. Danny sometimes enjoyed the smell of his own feet, or of his underwear when he removed his clothing at night. There were stench degrees ranking from guiltily exciting to absolutely disgusting. A little dirty, he would feel aroused. Very sweaty and unwashed feet would make him gag. Other boys liked this too?

Greg rummaged in a bag on the table. Next to it, a plastic bag from the supermarket that had a local branch overflowed with recently purchased goods. Danny noticed paper towel rolls, cling-wrap film rolls, and, as Greg dropped the bag inadvertently, ten or more rolls of surgical tape. Even if he released himself, Danny knew they would no longer have any money to spend on the swimming-pool or on museums.

Greg approached with a huge block of Plasticine. And he didn’t intend to make little models or little figures. He came closer to the other two boys, looking at Danny’s head. He set the block next to his head and took measurements with his fingers. He came back with a knife, and setting the block next to Danny’s face again, he drew lines in the Plasticine with the point of his knife.

“I think I’ve got it Walter. I’ll be back in a sec.”

What had he got? He went to the kitchen table, cut a little bit from the block along the lines. He kneaded the big one in his hands, giving it the shape of Danny’s mouth. He visualized mouths very well. He was good at assessing sizes and measurements. After five minutes, he put a Plasticine rugby ball down on the table. He unfolded a square of clingwrap. He placed the shape in its centre and folded the plastic film around.

Danny didn’t object when Greg came with the thing in hand.

“Just open big and be a good boy,” Walter whispered.

He did. Greg had quite an eye; he didn’t have to adjust or prod too much. Danny tried to close his mouth, and he felt the soft, malleable material spread over the inside of his mouth. Greg wiped the saliva on Danny’s lips; Walter handgagged him again, apparently getting a big kick out of the silencing activity.

“I won’t let you spit it out, but you’ve got to admit, this is much nicer than socks, isn’t it?”

Danny nodded, his approval being felt by Walter who didn’t remove his hand but whispered gentle compliments in his ear. This left time for Greg to get some surgical tape.

It was a wide roll, and no less than six strips were used against his lower face this time. The X. Two under the chin. Two across.

Walter caressed his cheek.

“We’re getting somewhere, now. Electrical tape, Greg?”

This tape was black, shiny, and not as wide as the previous one. But the four turns around his head made the gag even tidier.

“The sock is yours, or mine, Greg?” Walter asked as his cousin came back with a long yellow football sock.

“Mine. I’ve worn it at practice quite a bit, as I forgot to bring in clean ones.”

He set it where Danny’s mouth was, making sure the toes would be right under his nose, and Walter added a black strip to keep it there. The smell was strong. Greg developed luscious feet fumes, and they’d impregnated the socks heavily. The grunt Danny made was not even acknowledged.

“All done, Greg, our guest is going to be very accommodating now. Let’s have lunch.”

For the next ten minutes, modern days cooking went on, as Greg picked a bag of frozen food from the freezer, put it in a dish and stuck it in the microwave oven. Walter was setting the table, taunting their fifteen-year old neighbour who was supposed to watch over them. Restrained without a hope of escape, Danny could only watch what went on: boys who pretended it was all very normal to have a boy trussed up to a chair, heftily gagged in your kitchen as you prepare the meal.

Before they started eating, they dragged Danny’s chair to the table. They set it at the corner of one of the long ends of the big rectangular table; Walter would sit on the short end on Danny’s left, Greg sitting next to him on a chair he’d pulled close to Danny’s, on his right.

But before they sat down to eat, they added a strap across Danny’s forehead, with a ring in the back. Walter threaded a short length of thin rope and knotted it; he then pulled Danny’s head behind; it wasn’t extreme, but he had to keep his chin high.

Greg and Walter could eat at last; they helped themselves to the lasagne; Danny was glad the stinky sock hampered his awareness of pleasant cooking smells, as he was starting to be hungry, and it would have been a dreadful torture to be aware of the appetizing smell of the dish. His questioning was answered even without asking a question.

“You see, Danny,” Walter said, “you’re on a smell diet. You won’t get much solid food, but smelling stuff satisfies the senses. It should keep you from being too hungry.”

Danny was overwhelmed indeed. But his stomach would relish a snack if he got one later on. He watched silent and motionless as the cousins attacked their plates. Once they’d emptied half the content, they were ready to have a conversation again.

“So, Danny,” Greg said, “It seems you don’t mind our little surprise too much. I think we definitely should have you play a part in Scott’s disciplining. There are tons more things to do with two apprentices than with just one.”

“With one, it’s fun also, Greg,” his cousin said, remembering the time they had taken care of their friend Charles for a whole weekend. In the school. They had used all the facilities to have their sweet fun with him. He’d been the naughty schoolboy handled by very strict teachers.

They would have to tell Danny about all the fun things that went on during the time they spent at their boarding school. But for now they had more important things to tell Danny. Walter took a serious, thoughtful look.

“So far you’ve shown some abilities to be a good prisoner. We’re going to test you a little bit over the afternoon, and probably later. I think you’re harmless, and I’m going to make sure you stay so.”

Walter was musing on what they would do to Scott, and how it would be fun having two prisoners. Danny was so glad he was so tightly gagged, so he didn’t have to try and protest his kidnapper; he’d have been embarrassed to have to say what he actually felt.

The conversation drifted to the tightness of the pole tie they’d submitted this boy Charles to. They finished their second bowl of ice-cream when attention turned to Danny again.

“Say, Greg, I think it is high time we actually showed Danny what a hogtie is!”

“Awesome idea, my friend,” Greg giggled. “The hogtie!” Greg bellowed.

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 11th

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Mar 11, 2016 9:08 am

:quirk: This sure brings back a few memories. :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 11th

Postby Addicteftoropes » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:00 am

Great story

Fun with Danny - Chapters 6 & 7 - (m/m) Updated March 13th

Postby Bondwriter » Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:24 pm

6. Main Course & Dessert

The two younger boys just went into a frenzy. They had handcuffs, straps and buckles to assist them, and Danny didn’t actually resist much, but it is certainly because he couldn’t do much else. His legs were freed before they were hobbled again, but as his arms were released from the chair, as was his chest, he was able to stand up. He had his hands handcuffed in the back now, and loose pieces of rope around his legs. They stuck, and he couldn’t run, though.

“Bend over,” Walter said.

He did, laying his chest over the hard surface, only to hear a wolf whistle from Greg, who’d just finished clearing the table where Danny would lie..

“I’d never noticed his butt. Not bad.”

Walter had kneeled and grabbed his ankles. He lifted them, pushing Danny further across the table. He held to them, as Greg was busy tightening the short coils of rope they had used to hobble him. Once his knees were securely held together by three turns of some blue nylon rope, Walter took to binding the ankles. The hobble was green cotton this time. Danny had recognized climbing rope; he wondered where his neighbours got their supply.

“Why have such muscular, wiry legs if you get fooled by little kids?”

Coils were adjusted and tightened, his legs being as one. Both cousins jumped on the table and crouched at his flanks; they were moving on to his arms. And torso.

He was still handcuffed, so he couldn’t do much. Greg was laying the middle of a long rope over his neck; Danny grunted, having had a nightmarish vision all of a sudden.

“Calm down,” Walter said, “He’s not going to strangle you.” The ends were threaded under his armpits. They crossed at the small of his back, went over his hips, back down under his belly, close to an intimate and currently animated part of Danny’s anatomy. Danny felt like they were next pulled along his legs. Greg pushed his hand between Danny’s thighs. It took a while, but eventually, he pulled them back up from between his thighs; he pulled, knowing they were framing his crotch. A reef knot was tied to two ends just after the ropes emerged from between his legs.

“Nothing stuck down there?” Greg asked as he gently tugged on the two bits of rope, bringing them back along his spine. He threaded them between the X they made at the small of his back, pulled gently again. Danny felt the ropes framing his genitals pull against his thighs crease; worse, it was pulling his Lycra shorts up his crack, the reef knot finding his way to rest against Danny’s butthole. The boys then moved Danny on his left side, then on his right to loop three turns around his chest and his arms. Greg tied a reef knot; the two ends hung down on both his sides, leaving some length for further imprisonment.

“Except for your nuts,” Walter explained, “This doesn’t tie much. Your arms a bit. You’ll notice how useful it is right after we take care of your hands.”

There was a discussion to choose how to handle the wrists; his hands were eventually bound palm to palm once the cuffs were removed. A clever braiding of ropes around his forearms was dutifully woven. With each pull, Danny felt a little bit more helpless. To his dismay, he was equally excited.

Walter shuffled back to Danny’s legs, crawling on his knees across the table.

“Time for the fun part. Ready?”

There were grunts from Danny, who was really concerned about his ability to endure such strain, as his bound ankles were pulled towards his buttocks, a rope fixed to them being tied to the ropes around his wrists.

Danny was glad he was quite flexible; if he thought the chair tie had been strict, this time it was testing his athletic abilities. This, and the gag, was some sort of amazing thing that made all his gag-play in his bathroom pale in comparison with the boys’ creation. He should have felt horrified, but the prospect of being the butt of more torments by these two made him feel all special inside.

Danny felt like he was humping the table, with his cock stretching upwards inside his Lycra shorts, permanently defeated by the unbreakable defence of the elastic waistband. He wriggled, genuinely trying to break free from this very difficult situation; but except for a stern warning about falling, he was left on his own.

His mind wandered in a different world; the strain subsided, and he pictured his most lurid fantasies, with Greg and Walter merrily playing their naughty parts.

Danny was wriggling on the table; the boys had gone to put the dishes away. They came back to make it a little bit more stringent for Danny. The harness could be tighter; his arms could be pulled a bit further behind him. Once they had managed their optimal level of tension, they congratulated each other on a job well done, and very quickly moving on to what would come next.

“And now for the dessert you deserve,” Walter announced, “a specialty from my cousin; no, we’re not removing your gag. We are just going to give you something more to smell for finishing your meagre meal. The sock was just the appetizer. You see, Danny, Greg looks angelic, with his little cherub look and smile…”

Greg was in Danny’s eye line, and he took the look in question. Danny melted, it was a magic that worked easily with him.

“… well, Greg has some awfully smelly feet, and in the latest months, since he’s started having hair at his dick and all, it hasn’t gotten any better. Considering you’ve smelled one of his socks for the last forty-five minutes, I’d say you’re aware of this.”

“I must say that if my feet tend to smell; these particular sneakers don’t help.”

He held his sneakers in the air, so Danny could see from the table. It was a pair of black vinyl basketball shoes.

“This plastic looks really cool, see how it shines. At the same time, it causes huge sweating and my feet are always soaked when I exercise in them. I must say this pair of sneakers has a history.”

Danny could now see the shorted bum of the blonde who was leaning down to remove his sneakers. He took the right foot one, and turned back towards Danny.

“A half hour smelling my sneaker will do you good. You’ll enjoy the fresh air afterwards! You’ll realize what happens when you’re a prisoner.”

Greg ripped off the sock from under Danny’s nose, ripping the piece of electrical tape sticking it to the plastering layer.

Danny squirmed, but Walter was in ambush with a shoelace; it took little time and little effort from the two acolytes before the prisoner’s nose was stuck inside the shoe, Walter running the lace in four grommets on each side. He pulled the shoelace, laying it behind Danny’s head so the shoe would remain upon his face, however frantically he would move. The sneaker smelled as promised, and even in ways Danny had not imagined could exist before.

The boys kept fiddling about in the kitchen, Danny could no longer see this well with the shoe fixed to his face, the toe touching his forehead. His senses were overwhelmed with the stench, reminding him of locker rooms, taking clothes off after a hike in the mountains with other boys, and darker views that belong to Danny’s privacy. The sock he’d had under his nostrils before had been an apt prelude to the full symphony of odours he was now experiencing. He was hard as a rock the whole time. It had become normal, so he didn’t notice anymore how horny he was. It was causing a leak that would certainly show over his blue Lycra shorts.

At last, after what could have been ten minutes or one hour, Greg and Walter turned back to Danny. It was half past two; they could move on to the next part of Danny’s initiation. The hogtie was removed, in sync with the application of cuffs linked with chains. Danny didn’t fight, because it was pointless. They never left more than half a limb relatively free; Danny was a bit sore from the position, so he let them stretch his limbs for him, hoping they’d lengthen the tiny moments of almost comfort he felt by being released.

It didn't take ten minutes to have Danny standing beside the table. He had been put in a rope harness that encircled his torso and crotch; a simple one-foot hobble was tied above his knees. A rope collar had been wrapped around his neck. The knot couldn’t tighten if they pulled on the rope, so there was no risk of strangling the babysitter inadvertently.

7. Exploration

“Time to give you a little tour of the house, Danny. You’ll see, there are plenty of nice places and nice things that you might find of interest here, if I judge from the wet patch in your shorts.”

The sneaker hadn't been removed, so there was one more thing hiding Danny’s face from his captors’ inquisitive looks. But he could feel the wetness at the tip of his cock. Walter’s remark didn’t get him any calmer, though. Mixed with having to smell the shoe, Danny’s libido was in full overdrive. His breathing was getting short; the gasps raised Walter’s concerns. Walter unknotted the shoelace holding the sneaker, and at last Danny could smell air that wasn’t foul with Greg’s feet’s nastiest odours.

Greg had put on classy sandals, Danny thought. Black, well-polished leather. It really made Greg’s ankle look just… Danny couldn’t find a word, but he was quite pleased with what he saw.

His own feet didn’t remain bare too long. Walter fetched a pair of long football nylon socks; they were red, but the feet had brownish shades. Walter kneeled, and having retrieved the second of Greg’s black vinyl sneakers, he undertook to put them on Danny’s feet. They were a tight fit, but they matched. Danny couldn’t run the marathon with shoes half a size too small; he realized it didn’t matter much for what the cousins seemed to have in mind.

“You can’t know how Greg feels until you’ve walked a thousand miles in his shoes!”

“Do you think he can get my shoes worse than me, Walt?”

There were more giggles, talk about cheese and bacteria.

Walter and Greg then focused on the wet patch Danny displayed; it was the badge showing he had the taste for the proper things. They had to play it smart; they’d done the biggest part of the job. He was already all putty in their hands. Now they had to get him to beg for a wank, or some release. Even from a gagged boy, they could hear this call. They had tried to send such a call themselves, as they had both been captives for long periods of time too. This was mandatory in their club.

“Danny, I’m afraid if we have you walk, your cock will explode. This is a major bulge you show us here. From what you’ve told me, you like wanking and you cum real easily.”

“How should we solve this, Walter? Have an idea?”

Walter had more than an idea; he had a plan. Standing on Danny’s right, he leaned towards him, slightly twisting his hips; he aimed at Danny’s cock with his right hand, his left resting on the small of Danny’s back. He grabbed the whole length with his four fingers closing in on the swollen member tenting the stretchy material. His grip was good, and he gave a little up and down motion. Danny’s muffled grunts acquired a new quality.

When Walter’s hand abruptly left the inflated cudgel, the moan was even more frightening.

“Grrmmph… Mrrrph!!! Ghtmmp!”

“Ha! Ha! You didn’t think I was going to let you cum? I might, later on. But you’ll have to show us you’re a VERY good boy.”

“Mmm,” Danny sighed, understanding he was in for some major kink with these two. They were imaginative; they had also apparently given lots of thought to how to handle a prisoner.

For now, he was not too heavily restrained, at least compared to some of the previous states he had been in. They still had complete control over him, though.

Walter tugged on the leash; Greg was just behind Danny, his hand on his shoulder. They left the kitchen, going back into the hall.

The hall had marble tiles on the floor and dark wood panels on the walls. Danny had been in nice houses before, but this was big and apparently a place of very well-off people.

There was a wide staircase on the right of the hall; Danny had noticed numerous doors in the wooden panels when they’d arrived. This time, he wasn’t brutally assaulted at the moment he tried to assess how many there were, and he could count eight doors in the four walls. It was one of these that Greg opened, showing the inside as a real estate agent showing there was all mod con in this old house: “Bathroom! And a sink. We’ll take you here, but not now.”

He closed the door. He shuffled a couple feet to his right, and started feeling under the ridge of a panel with his fingertips. There was a “Click!” and a hidden panel turned on its hinges. Behind was a narrow spiral staircase.

“This is a place we show only our very good friends, Danny. This is the house’s secret attic. You noticed the spire on the roof?”

Danny nodded he’d seen the elaborate architecture.

“We always say it’s just for decoration, but there’s actually a very nice room at the bottom. Please, lead the way. We’ll follow you so you don’t clumsily fall and break your neck.”

Taking very cautious steps, Danny started climbing. He had gone up three steps when he felt a hand sliding between his thighs, and grabbing his glans with its fingertips.

The voice that went along meant it was Greg’s.

“He’s very wet indeed, Walter. What will we do if he cums in my fingers? I have to support him so he doesn’t fall, and this is the best place to hold on to so he doesn’t fall.”

Danny couldn’t see how physics would support Greg’s assertion, but he still had this formidable gag number 6 silencing him, and he grunted. Had he not been sporting the number 6, the staircase would have resounded with pleas to finish him off.

But he reached the top of the stairs with only furtive caresses from the nimble fingers. He was more titillated than ever.

The staircase landed at the edge of a circular room; it wasn’t more than ten feet in diameter. A beam supporting the spire above was stuck into the wood floor with pins and pegs, in the room’s middle. On the left side, a couch and a coffee table lied, whereas a large wardrobe stood on the right.

“We’ve done the chair tie, the hogtie… For a crash course in being tied up, a good pole tie is a must. See the beam. It’s super solid wood, even though it’s barely one foot wide. It’s a very convenient fixture for tying someone to it. Should we show him, Greg?”

The two cousins made sure Danny couldn’t fall into the staircase by tying his harness to a metal ring in the wall; they then got rope out from the bag they’d brought along. Danny knew enough about knots to identify the clove-hitches that they fastened to the pole in their middle. He quickly visualized, from the height where the rope was fixed to the beam, what parts of his body the white lengths of cotton rope would soon encircle.

Four around the legs and thighs. Two around the waist. Two around the chest. This was promising to be another very strict experience.

“Look, Greg: Danny is clever; he’s understood what’s going to happen to him.”

“I really love pole ties, and seeing how Danny’s built, he should look great once we have him trussed up to the beam.”

“Look good, look good, his shorts are all soaked with his juices. Are you sure it’s not pee?”

“Check for yourself…”

Walter wasn’t shy, and the suggestion inspired him. Rubbing the wet and sticky patch with the tip of his index finger, he collected enough liquid to taste it. Sucking eagerly on his own finger, Walter beamed.

“Pre-cum, cum, boy juice, I don’t know for sure, but this is no pee! It doesn’t look clean, anyway. I was starting to think we should take a few pictures of our pretty captive, but he needs to be decent.”

Fun with Danny - Ch. 8 & 9 - (m/m) Updated March 15th

Postby Bondwriter » Mon Mar 14, 2016 11:58 pm

8. Under Strict Control

Greg knew how to solve the issue – and how to pick on what his cousin implied.

“There’s the cupboard there, the one with Uncle Jerry’s old sports outfits.”

“Football and basketball, we should find something for our young athlete.”

They rushed to a big wardrobe on the left side of the room. Danny couldn’t see much, but there were shelves and a rack.

“Just what I was looking for; the black football shorts. The classy ones with the yellow stripes on the side.” Coming next to Danny leaning onto his wall, Walter put his hands in the shorts and stretched them in front of him.

“Perfect fit,” Greg exclaimed. “Let’s put them on.”

“Great idea. There’s just one thing I need to do…”

Walter stood hip to hip with Danny again. He did the same motion than before, grabbing his dick while holding on to him.

Walter reproduced this magic motion from earlier, and he got the same result; in a few seconds, Danny was on the verge of orgasm.

The hand was swiftly removed. Looking at his fingers, smelling them and displaying an appearance of disgust.

“Ugh! We’re going to have to do something about hygiene problems, Faucet Boy!” “We could be Mario and Luigi, the heroic plumbers who come and rescue Leaky Faucet Boy!”

The heavy gagging also prevented Danny to make the curt remark about younger kids’ video games humour that would have put them in their place. But he couldn’t; and had he been able to talk, he would have begged for Walter to finish him off. Danny gritted his teeth, hoping his ordeal was temporary, and once he’d be deemed suitable, he would be granted such favours.

Danny was panting heavily; Walter didn’t have any intention to take care of his captive. His hand had left the damp area and went to work on removing the knees hobble.

“Let’s get you in some clean shorts. I know you’d love me to give you a handjob, but you still have to deserve it... I love the shorts we’re going to put you in, so we’re going to clean you up a little first; you may thank us for starting over with a clean slate.. From now on, I expect these black shorts to remain spotless. You’ve been warned.”

Danny’s harness was released from the metal ring that had kept him the helpless witness to the preparation of his next ordeal. There was something about a boy tied to a tree that made him feel all special; it seemed his turn had come to try out being trussed to the torture pole.

They first changed his shorts for the thick soft shiny black ones. Danny couldn’t believe how well they fit him. He appreciated it, since they’d removed his Lycra shorts and his shiny swim briefs underneath. Walter adjusted the black garment around Danny’s waist.

“I knew this was your size. Remember, Danny: they might be very soft and pleasant, but you will not wet them with any fluid. They will remain dry. Failure to keep them dry will result in a very drastic punishment.”

His point being made clear, they could move on to binding Danny.

Greg and Walter worked in two stages, once they’d brought Danny next to the beam. They started by taking care of his legs, encircling them in the ropes tied to the pole at ankles, above and below the knees, in the middle of his thighs and at the very top, slightly brushing his scrotum.

They untied his wrists, to put them in leather cuffs linked by a chain behind the beam. From there, the whole harness was removed. The ropes meant to hold him at the waist, just below his ribcage and over his chest were wrapped around his torso; he was pulled tightly against the wooden post.

They roped his elbows to the post with new coils. Danny felt each turn make an escape more unlikely. Even when they started using more pieces to reinforce the groundwork with ropes tightening the previously laid-out coils, none of the turns actually hurt. There were four turns, and where they were located made it unnecessary to really tighten them to the point of cutting blood circulation; Danny could only feel the end result: he was not in pain, and his mind focused more on what his cheeky little neighbours would do to him once he would be bound to the beam.

After they had added ten more metres of slightly thinner rope with various criss-crosses and turns that looped and tightened around the beam, their work was done. He was the ideal kidnapped football player, with his revealing black shorts, black sneakers, long red socks and his gleaming yellow jacket.

Greg didn’t waste time proudly looking over his handiwork. He liked what he saw, but he had more ideas.

“I’ll go get the camera, Walt. And a few things that can be handy to go on. Maybe you can get things that may be useful from the wardrobe and the chest.” Turning to Danny, he cheered him up: “It’s going to be a fun afternoon, Danny, I’m sure you’ll love it!”

He soon disappeared, leaving Danny with Walter standing in front of him; he had one hand on his hip, the other supporting his chin in an intensely reflective look.

“You look absolutely great, my dear captive: trussed into complete helplessness, gagged with an invading block of Plasticine in a well shut mouth. Each of your limbs linked to the beam, so you can’t move them. There’s one thing missing, maybe, but we’ll see when Greg is back. I’ll go get a few things that we keep in storage here, in case we have guests such as you.”

Walter disappeared from Danny’s sight line, as he went to the wardrobe that was behind Danny. He was facing a dark brown leather couch. It looked clean; it didn’t lack polish.

Danny tried to writhe around with stronger force than he had when the cousins had been close, not wanting to trigger a tightening of his bonds from the restless kidnappers. But he couldn’t twist his wrist, his legs were kept uncomfortably straight, and his back didn’t break contact with the wood when he bent forward, testing the chest ropes’ strength.

He moaned in despair; but the long wail was taken as one of ecstasy.

“Hold your britches, here, Danny, we’ll take care of you in time. But you’ll get relief only if you are extra obedient, OK?”

This was hopeless, and they could hear the door opening two floors below, and steps in the staircase.

It was Greg, so there was no unpleasant surprise. He had a large metal tray, with the camera, a pitcher, a bottle and a few biscuits. Walter came back to join his cousin in front of Danny.

“It is hot indeed, Greg. You did bring the water bottle to give Danny a drink, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Do we have everything we need for a number 9?”

“Yes, we do. I just got the needed items over the small pedestal table in the corner. Let’s give Danny some water, so he doesn’t die of thirst in the heat of the attic.”

They took turns removing the various layers: the electrical tape, then the white surgical tape. It was Greg who collected the Plasticine block. It was drowned in saliva, and Greg went to put it somewhere behind the bound boy.

Walter had pressed a hand holding a thick cotton napkin over his mouth, wiping his lips. He kept his hand over the mouth anyway, waiting for Greg to bring the bottle to their captive’s lips.

Danny was starting to know how it worked with his captors. He held his breath, not wanting a sigh to be deemed an attempt at calling for help. He grabbed the bottle’s neck with shy lips. He waited for the bottle to be tipped to open them; once again, there was no cruel trick, and he wasn’t prevented from quenching his thirst. There were biscuits, and more water; Danny was getting used to having Walter’s hand over his lower face. He liked the smell, and the way it clung to his skin, on top of being well silenced and having no control over his captors.

“Now we’ve shown how humane we are, it’s time for the number 9!”

9. The Torture Pole

Repetition and context allowed Danny to understand they were about to gag him next. He just had to wait to find out what this particular number entailed.

“Here is for the wadding,” Greg said, having picked up Danny’s soiled shorts from the pedestal table.

“Bad boys with poor hygiene have to learn the hard way. You soaked your shorts with some of your juice; we had forbidden you to do so. Now you’re going to do a little prewash before they are laundered.”

“Mmmmph! Mmgrbllm?”

“No, they’re not too big. We just need to get them into your mouth slowly, but it’s going to work. OK, I’ll remove my hand…”

Danny didn’t even have time to try to plead his cause; the crotch entered his lips, with four hands and twenty fingers holding his head and pushing the thin Lycra garment inside his mouth. Walter was right. They poked and pushed, filling his cheeks, covering his teeth, and soon his cum-stained shorts perfectly lined the inside of Danny’s mouth.

Walter’s ever gagging hand held his mouth well closed and his lips well sealed; Greg had gone to get another roll of surgical tape. It was thin, a little over one centimetre wide at the most.

“I don’t want to get too technical, Danny, but this next gag is called a Nautilus. Don’t ask me why, but that’s the way it is.”

As Greg approached with the thin length unstuck from the roll, Walter didn’t remove his hand. With his thumb and middle finger, closing his hand, he brought the corners of the prisoner’s lips together. Greg stuck them together, and turned around Danny’s head, the next turn coming to cross the first one between his lips that had been brought together.

“His face looks a bit pinched, Walt,” Greg joked, eliciting some good humour from his cousin.

“Ha! Ha! Nice one Greg. And now, our prisoner has to keep chewing on his dirty shorts until we decide to remove the gag. Maybe we could add some more tape to make sure he can’t cut the tape with his teeth. And I know what looked wrong when I looked at him just before.”

Greg didn’t ask, knowing Walter wouldn’t leave him in the dark for long; he had likely thought of further bonds. For now, the number 9 required a bit of wider tape plastered over Danny’s lower face. Walter pulled his lips together over the thin strip of tape gluing the corners together. Once the X and four more pieces of the sticky and shiny material had sealed his lips, spitting the shorts had become totally impossible. It didn’t really hurt, but it wasn’t as comfortable as the taping he’d been given in the kitchen.

“What I thought was wrong is that his head is still highly mobile. We don’t want that.”

From the supplies behind, Walter brought a little cushion and a roll of coban wrap.

“I’m going to see to it.”

He put the cushion between Danny’s head and the beam. He handgagged him again, this time to hold his head tight against the cushion. His free hand started wrapping the coban wrap across his forehead and around his head and the post. The third turn was overkill. The first two were sufficient to keep the prisoner’s head pinned to the post.

“What’s the cherry on top, for the number 9, Greg?”

Before he knew where he’d disappeared, Danny had Greg in front of him again, holding his soiled underwear he’d been rid of before they bound him standing against the post. It was neatly folded; Greg used the thin tape again, and he fixed the shiny briefs so the spots that had been in contact with the tip of his dick would be just under Danny’s nostrils.

His own smell was surprisingly strong to Danny. Having worn the nylon underwear almost non-stop for forty-eight hours, and knowing of the masturbatory activities he’d undertaken during this time, it wasn’t completely unexpected. What troubled Danny was that it made his little friend inside his black shorts grow. He was eager not to disobey the order; he didn’t want to find out about what Walter considered a drastic punishment.

Summoning enough self-control to pass the test required major concentration. It became crucial to master his erection when Greg explained why he’d brought the pitcher.

“And before we leave you for a little quiet time against your pole, we’re going to make you comfortable.”

He came closer, the pitcher in his hand.

“An empty bladder helps for meditating,” he giggled.

Greg pulled the black shorts down, as swiftly as he could with only one hand. Danny was relieved that his manhood didn’t stick upwards as it did when he sported a hard-on. It was turgid, but was slightly under the horizontal position. To counter the effect of the little hand grabbing his member, Danny visualized his oldest and meanest teachers; it worked, and as Greg presented the pitcher to his cock, Danny had deflated enough; the stream of urine flowed freely upon Greg’s order for his prisoner to relieve himself.

Walter looked at the scene with interest; when the now flaccid cock had passed all the water it had to, the brown-haired boy came closer. He had a small dish towel which he grabbed the penis with.

“You now know how nice I am, Danny. I’m making sure your dick is wiped dry; we wouldn’t want you to have wet stains in your shorts, would we?”

As he kept kneading Danny’s meat, he bent down to look at the shorts that were folded down.

“No stain yet. I’d say you’re quite an obedient fellow. I hope you can keep up with this attitude; failure to do so would lead to ordeals you don’t want to experience.”

This threatening tone was annoying; Danny still didn’t know what punishments the two cousins could inflict upon him. All he could do for the moment was to please them and do as he was told; he couldn’t help but think that whenever they would want to actually punish him, they would find a reason, however poor it was. Danny also realized that, regardless of a possible penalty, he wanted to please the cousins anyway.

Walter’s cleaning was getting him hard again. The captive was thankful when it stopped. His tool was put back in the shorts. Danny felt good; the drink and the snack, and the peeing made him able to stand his ordeal with much more optimism.

“Before we let you know a bit more about our plans, we should test our rope work and the gag. Greg will you give me a hand?”

“Of course. How long should we go?”

“Five minutes should be enough.”

“Mmm?”

This inarticulate question soon got a non-verbal answer, as twenty nimble digits attacked Danny’s sides, his belly, and most of the body parts that could be reached, trying to find the ticklish ones. The area between his navel and his pubis proved the most sensitive very soon.

The torture victim could feel the helplessness of being so tightly restrained; he had to submit to the ordeal by the hands; he could not dodge, he could not beg for mercy. He was wondering how long it would last, and what could happen if the trial went on when Greg gave up.

“He can’t move, Walter. And the gag works well; we can barely hear him whine through his shorts. Time for a break.”

Walter went on for another minute or so, but tormenting Danny was more fun when he did it with his cousin. He quit too, joining Greg on the couch; they faced the detainee who had no choice but to look at them, with the total immobilization he endured. He liked the show, as the two boys in their eye-catching outfits were sitting cross-legged over the couch.

“OK for a break, Greg. There are things we need to tell Danny anyway. Should we tell him about Scott, or should we give him an idea of the tests he’ll have to go through today?”

“No use spoiling his adventures with Scott. He’ll find out once our other captive is here. Let’s tell him about what is in store for him this evening.”

“Good. I’ll let you explain, then.”

Greg had a high-pitched voice, but he exposed the situation clearly and in a very grown-up way.

“You’ve passed all the tests so far. It’s not like it was difficult, but as you didn’t cry or throw a tantrum, we’ll say you can handle restraints and gags. Not everybody passes, by the way. We had a boy at school, Tommy, who broke down after…”

“We’ll tell him about the school later on, Greg. Danny would love to know what we’re going to do with him later on.”

Greg didn’t get upset. He nodded and went on.

“You can handle being bound and gagged. The issue with a bound and gagged boy is it’s a lot of work. You may have noticed that we’ve spent most of our time since we got here taking care of you.”

“Mmmph! Grmdnnntvmm… Mrmmmph!”

“I agree, you didn’t ask for it. This doesn’t make our work any easier. So, we’re going to spend a little time in the attic, until Mrs Winthorpe comes to check on us. Then we can take you back to the ground floor. This is where we’re going to test your obedience when you’re not completely immobilized in bonds, just restrained and hobbled. How does this sound to you?”

“Mmmph!” Danny replied, not even trying to pronounce a word, as this endeavour would be futile.

TBC
We're halfway through the first story, so there are more adventures for Danny ahead.

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 15th

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Mar 15, 2016 4:14 pm

Cool continuations! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fun with Danny - ch. 10 & 11 - Updated March 17th

Postby Bondwriter » Thu Mar 17, 2016 7:41 am

Thanks for the comment, Sarumansauron! And thanks to all the others who read! Enjoy.

10. Revelations

“For now,” Walter continued, “you’re in a perfect position to listen to us. I don’t know how much you’ve understood from our talking about the school, so maybe I will start from the beginning. The beginning took place before we went to our boarding school, actually.”

“It started when we were little kids right here on the estate; we were ten, so it was three years ago,” Greg clarified. Walter wasn’t annoyed; he had not been interrupted. Danny noticed for the first time that they managed to hand over to each other flawlessly. There were small gestures, slight inflections in tone that the other boy picked up immediately. The story unfolded; Danny could now witness how it worked from his pole, the narrative duo working smoothly. The blond boy kept on.

“It was the first time since we were toddlers we stayed over here together. I had spent a few weeks in my granddad’s manor the summer before, with my mom. It lacked other kids to have fun with. No sports, no hanging outside until dusk as I did at home. When I was told in May we would spend three weeks at the manor that year, I sulked. A week later, my mom told me that my cousin Walter would be here, as his family came to spend the summer in England.”

“We lived in Kenya at the time; my dad had a very important job, and we had been in Kenya for two years without going back to Britain,” the impish dark-haired boy stated.

“I was quite relieved to have company. This is a big place, and there are tons of games we can play here, but playing games on your own is quickly boring. Do you remember when tie-up games first came up that summer?”

“Nice one, Greg, you’re going to pretend you don’t remember for the benefit of Danny? They came up when you challenged me to restrain you after we’d seen a magic show on the telly with the magician being chained before he was dunked into a huge fish tank.”

“Is this how it really started?” Greg asked cheekily, “I must have been influenced by your commenting on how loosely the Team Rocket tied up Ash when we watched some Pokémon episode…”

Danny wondered whether he’d have a comprehensive review of all popular culture sources that had made the boys think about tying up.

“There was this, of course, but you’re the one who asked! Anyway, it doesn’t matter; we didn’t discuss this much, but we both liked the idea. The first times we played, the game was for the ‘kidnapper’ to tie his knots well enough so the ‘prisoner’ wouldn’t escape. It took a few times to have enough practice. I’ll admit, Walter was the first one to win.”

“Yes, I had Greg well bound to a chair in the Hunting Lodge; we had a half hour to free ourselves. I couldn’t believe I had managed to tie him strictly enough; I held my breath until the timer on my watch displayed 30:00:00.”

“We hadn’t really discussed what would happen once there would be a win. Walter had some idea, though. He can be a major pain in the butt when he wants to.”

“I had thought about it myself,” Walter grinned widely, “my victory would be rewarded with having a prisoner for a whole hour. As Greg started whining and tried to argue, even threatening to call out,”

“Which would have been useless from the Hunting Lodge anyway…”

“Indeed, so I had to take the necessary measures: filling his mouth and keeping his mouth shut. I used a big bandana for the wadding, and two scarves to trap the bandana inside his gob.”

“This worked really well. I couldn’t call or even talk! It was a bit loose, though, and after ten minutes I managed to slip the scarves down.”

“I saw this, and Greg almost managed to shout, but I caught the bandana before he completely expelled it from his mouth.”

“Walter had grabbed some duct tape. He tied the scarf that went between my teeth again,”

“The cleave-gag, Greg.”

“Yes, the cleave; it was really tight, and then he put strips of duct tape over my mouth, and then the last scarf, to top it all.”

“He didn’t give me any trouble for the next forty-five minutes. When I freed him, he promised he would get his revenge.”

“And I did!”

“After three more tries, since I could escape rather well, I’ll say.”

“Braggart! The time I eventually pinned you down to the bench, you couldn’t have escaped without my help.”

“I did a good job showing you how it’s done, I guess.”

Danny didn’t perceive an actual rivalry; this was boasting from 13-year old boys, nothing out of the ordinary for someone who was just a couple years older. Having thus taken the floor, Walter went on.

“The reason we’re telling you this, Danny, is that a few days before our stay ended, something happened.”

“We got caught!”

“Yes, we got caught, thanks to Greg’s shrill voice as he was keeping me his prisoner; it was on the manor grounds. There was a coppice with a really nice beech, all straight and smooth. We had used it a couple times as a torture pole. Greg had bound me to it,” he paused, looking at Danny, and then at his cousin, “rather well as I couldn’t escape.”

The blond cousin’s beaming smile got Danny’s heart to melt. Greg wasn’t cute; he was the ultimate definition of beauty if you asked Danny.

“Maybe I was a little loud, playing the role of the pirate who’d captured a wealthy man for ransom. I had been loud enough to attract Uncle Jerry.”

“I felt super helpless when he came! I saw him before Greg could, but no matter how hard I tried to warn Greg, he never understood what I was telling him.”

“With both my socks in your mouth, you weren’t supposed to come across.”

“True. It was frustrating to see Uncle Jerry. He didn’t make a noise, and seeing how stealthily he moved, I thought he was about to grab Greg and kidnap him.”

“Our Uncle Jerry is my father’s kid brother. He isn’t super old compared to his siblings; he’s twenty-eight. And he’s always been into games, sports and Boy Scout stuff.”

“The way he said ‘Well, well, well’ got me to think hard and fast. Greg was startled and he stayed there awestruck.”

“Yeah, we both stayed mute, not for the same reasons, of course. I didn’t have to wait for long before Uncle Jerry spoke up. He asked me to take Walter’s gag off.”

“He asked me if I had agreed to this and if it was a game. Then we had a chat about such games. Neither Jerry nor Greg untied me as we chatted, but I didn’t mind. I was relieved Uncle Jerry didn’t get mad at us, or think we were weirdoes.”

“Yes, Danny, our uncle told us he’d played tie-up games when he was a kid too!”

“And he let us know of all the cool places there were to have tie-up fun! This room, for instance. But there are lots of places around that are cool to keep a prisoner. Uncle Jerry had lots of stories of the games he played when he was a kid. His brothers and cousins were much older, but he invited friends and he actually made lots of friends through tie-up games at school.”

“He went to the same school we did,” Greg exclaimed, “and we got tons of advice about the school too.”

Danny had questions about this peculiar relative pop up in his mind; he had to wait for the answers to come, if the boys gave a more detailed description of their uncle and of the relationship they had with him.

“Uncle Jerry saw to it that we could play safely and without being disturbed,” Walter continued. “My grandfather is seldom here. He spends the winter in sunny places, and in the summer he usually spends a few weeks in Scotland to play golf. Our uncle has run the manor for a while.”

“And there have been renovations since then; the Hunting Lodge, and there’s a really nice hidden room in the Summer House!”

“No spoiler, Greg, Danny will have plenty of occasions to see the special rooms we have. What we can say is that we have all it takes to accommodate Scott and Danny.”

Greg giggled and applauded.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow when we have two guests!”

11. Moving On

Danny was looking at the two relatives sprawled over the elegant couch. The sight was great; their banter was pleasant. Except for a little soreness in his knees, he felt like he wanted this moment to never end.

A bell ringing in the entrance hall, twenty feet below, got him out of his reverie. Greg jumped to his feet.

‘Must be old Mrs Winthorpe. I’ll go and take care of her.”

He waved his finger in a threatening manner at Danny.

“You stay where you are and you don’t make a sound. Or Walter will take care of you.”

“I might take care of him anyway,” the dark-haired cousin smirked.

Greg grabbed a few of the things he’d brought before, and put them on the tray; he headed quickly downstairs. Walter got off the couch also, coming closer to Danny.

“Let’s see if you’ve been an obedient captive,” he said, using his index finger to check the gleaming black shorts were still dry. Danny was really wondering about it too. He couldn’t look down, and he’d been hard the whole time; he thought he had done OK, but he couldn’t be sure. Walter’s words reassured him.

“Good boy! You’ve kept your shorts clean so far. Keep up the good work. I’m even going to make you a bit more comfortable as a reward.”

Walter picked the end of the coban wrap that pinned Danny’s head to the pole, and unwrapped it. The diminishing pressure felt like a huge relief to the trussed up older boy.

He didn’t even mind the ruthless ‘Nautilus’, whatever this name was, pulling the corners of his mouth together and pinching them with tape.

“You may stretch your neck, now, Danny.”

Danny hadn’t waited and he was moving his head to relieve the tension on the top of his spine. He was enjoying the motion; he didn’t feel an urge to be untied right away. There was something weirdly exciting about being thus restrained. Certainly the skill his younger neighbours displayed in their rope work made it enjoyable.

“I’ll wait for Greg; then we may show you another room that’s quite a bit of fun in the house.”

Walter patted the bulging shorts.

“I’m sure you will like this next step too.”

He let his hand wander a bit; as the cock writhed and grew within its nylon confines, he soon withdrew his caressing digits. A frustrated moan begged for more.

“I could help you out and get you to cream your shorts, but I would have to punish you then. So I’d better be nice.”

“Hey, Walt, Mrs Winthorpe’s gone. She didn’t seem to mind me being on my own. I told her you’d gone with our babysitter to visit the Hunting Lodge. She told me to give you her best. She insisted on us being nice, and listening to what he told us.”

“I think we will, anytime he can make sense, but so far, I haven’t heard him giving us any grief.”

“Mmmh… Mmmbllmm…”

“Leaving him gagged is the best way to prevent him from saying anything stupid. He hasn’t uttered an unpleasant word since we got here, so I think we should have this continue,” Greg cheerfully replied to Danny’s mumbled pleas, “What should we do next, to assess if he may join Scott tomorrow?”

“Why don’t we check he’s suited for our special brand of academics? Let’s take him to the classroom!”

“Another brill idea, Walt. This could be fun.”

Danny couldn’t really imagine what fun there could be in a classroom; considering Greg and Walter’s idea of fun, he knew they would keep him bound and gagged, but that they would have ways to entertain him too. To find out what was in store for him, he let his captors handle him; he was released from the post, and his hands were tied behind his back again. His arms were folded, with his wrists crossing between his shoulder blades. This was strict, and with his arms folded behind, and some ropes run where his arms folded, his elbows were soon pinioned back to his sides. His legs were hobbled, at knees and ankles. And Walter produced a silk scarf that he tied above the layers of tape covering his pulled lips.

Greg went to the wardrobe that contained all the gear and he came back with a long leather strip. As he brought it to Danny’s neck, standing in front of him, the older boy saw he was to be collared. Walter fetched the matching accessory, and he snapped the link of the leash to a D-ring just above his Adam’s apple.

“I like my pets obedient,” he grinned. “Would you open the way, Greg, we need to step in front of Danny to climb down the stairs.”

“Sure,” Greg replied. He had grabbed a bag that he had filled with items laying around or hidden in storage so far, unseen from the prisoner.

Walter stepped behind. The leash was not much use as long as they were in the staircase; Danny felt Walter’s strong grip on his shoulder; the boy was uncannily safety-conscious for a thirteen-year old. As they emerged inside the hall again, Greg led them to the right. He opened a door that was opposite the kitchen’s. A long hallway unveiled itself. Both boys were ahead of the captive now, Walter tugging on the leash.

“Don’t dawdle, prisoner. You don’t want to get us mad before we get you inside the classroom.”

From the length of the walk, Danny guessed the hallway had to run across the whole building. It was not very wide. On their left, there were windows opening on the outside, and they went past several thick wooden doors. The dark wood panels, the thick dark green carpeting covering the mahogany floor, these were all features of country chic Danny knew from films and novels more than from real life.

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 17th

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Mar 17, 2016 8:11 am

Very entertaining so far. I know I would enjoy being in this situation. The only change i would make if i actually were in this situation myself would be the opportunity to make... ummm, certain requests... of my captors. Of course, that's just me. :quirk:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Fun with Danny - Updated March 17th

Postby Bondwriter » Thu Mar 17, 2016 10:12 am

Jason Toddman wrote:Very entertaining so far. I know I would enjoy being in this situation. The only change i would make if i actually were in this situation myself would be the opportunity to make... ummm, certain requests... of my captors. Of course, that's just me. :quirk:


Poor Danny hasn't been given any opportunity to do so. They still have some fun ahead, not to worry. Over thirty chapters.

Re: Fun with Danny - Updated March 17th

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Mar 17, 2016 1:45 pm

Bondwriter wrote:
Jason Toddman wrote:Very entertaining so far. I know I would enjoy being in this situation. The only change i would make if i actually were in this situation myself would be the opportunity to make... ummm, certain requests... of my captors. Of course, that's just me. :quirk:


Poor Danny hasn't been given any opportunity to do so.

I know... like i said. I'm just saying in his position I'd just want to make one teeny tiny request (I know you know me well enough to know what that request would be), and they could keep me tied up all they wanted.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Fun with Danny - Ch. 12 & 13 - (m/m) Updated March 19th

Postby Bondwriter » Fri Mar 18, 2016 11:43 pm

12. The Belly of the Beast

At the end of the hallway, there was another bigger hall. Greg came close to the wood panelling to the wall in front of the trio. He slid his hand below a ridge in the wooden wall. Danny heard clicks. There had to be buttons, but Greg didn’t click in a random order. There had to be some combination, and the concentration befitted Greg’s handsomeness well. A louder click could be heard, and Greg pulled the panel aside, as it glided on hidden rails, revealing the entrance to the nether regions of the house. A wide stone spiral staircase plunged into the ground, right in front of their eyes.

“We’re taking you where we’re sure you won’t be heard as we don’t know how you’ll handle our next treatment. We’ll keep you gagged, of course. It’s out of the question you might give us any orders we don’t want to hear.”

A concerned grunt resounded across the stone walls.

“Glad you realize how much of an honour it is for you to be granted access to this secret lower room. Our uncle lets us use it. We’re allowed to enjoy all of the equipment down there, and so it is a place where we take only our best behaved prisoners. So far, I must say, you’re doing rather well,” Walter cooed. Tied to his leash, heavily restrained and utterly silenced, Danny felt a pang of privilege. From what the boys had told him so far, he was eager to find out more about secret locations within the mansion. He was especially anxious to be handled longer; it hadn’t taken too long before Danny had felt like all these things they did to him were a very playful way to spend time with other boys. The older teenager couldn’t decide which of the cousins he liked best. They were both very handsome, though not exactly in the same way.

Walter’s mischievousness was overwhelming, but Danny would have felt more like cuddling with Greg, the blond angel with such a bright and sexy laughter. As both of them were paying attention to him, there was no choice to be made anyway. Walter couldn’t keep talking, and was always explaining what was to happen in an immediate future. The poor victim could only listen, trying to picture what was next, to be prepared. So far he kept relative control over his erection. Maybe his wanting to pee helped, but his semi-hard cock felt like it remained dry so far.

“This is Uncle Jerry’s classroom for naughty boys. Uncle Jerry has other men who come and stay in here to be treated like little schoolboys. We should be down there often over the weekend. We had planned to play schoolboy with Scott downstairs,” Walter said as they were almost completely down the wide flight of granite stairs leading to the mysterious underground chamber.

“This is going to be the final test to see if you’re up to becoming a student in our own school.”

“We may even call it Greg and Walter’s Academy for Naughty Boys!” Greg piped in.

“Yes, though the Walter and Greg’s Academy for Naughty Boys has a better ring to it.”

The cousins didn’t argue over the best name for their school. At the top of the stairs, they had gotten through another hidden entrance, as Greg had released the mechanism that turned shelves into a door. At the bottom of the stairs, it was a big door that Greg opened with a key that was dangling from his neck along with many other smaller keys. He pushed the door. It was thick, and Danny could discern the general layout of this secret room. Assessing the dimensions and the limits as Walter pulled him inside, Danny realized that it looked and felt just like a classroom indeed. It was eight metres long, six metres wide, and the ceiling had to be a solid metre above his head. It was a mix of stone and wood, and the temperature wasn’t as chilly as he had expected.

Danny used the metric system to assess the size or weight of things. He had been convinced to do so by a science teacher two years previous. The argument of a more enlightened system appealed to his rational mind. There were four stone pillars that seemed to support the whole room. They were set as a square with three-metre sides, set to fit symmetrically within the room.

At the back, there was a desk on a small platform. Walter pointed to it, as he was proud to show his guest the very special room.

“The teacher’s desk is on a rostrum,” Walter said pompously, “and we have desks for up to six students.”

There were three desks, but each was designed to receive two people. They were old-fashioned wood writing desks; the enhancements that had been made by screwing rings in it jumped to Danny’s eyes immediately. He had been made keenly aware of the special features that were likely to please his two authoritarian captors very much. These could be used as anchor points to restrain him to the desk, and school him whether he liked it or not. Danny didn’t let his mind wander around too much, as he didn’t want to stain the shorts by getting overly excited.

“As you see, there is all the furniture needed for teaching a proper class. Two wardrobes, a big chest, and a chest of drawers with all that we need to have you work as we intend.”

Danny liked the room. He saw the air vents. It was air-conditioned, and it wasn’t too cold. There was a faint smell of polish. And though it was almost imperceptible, there was a male overtone that could be smelled as the gag forced him to use his nostrils fully.

“It has all modern comfort, too,” Greg said, taking over to introduce another nifty feature of the room. There was another concealed panel, on the left of the room. It slid open.

“We have a bathroom so we can keep our students clean and tidy without having to go back upstairs.”

Greg switched on the light inside the bathroom. A bright white reflected over the tiled walls and floor. It was three metres by four, with a toilet, a sink and what looked like a shower in the far-end corner.

“And since we’re going to keep you well-restrained as we give you the rules and guidelines for our classes, it might be time we let you relieve yourself. A little cleaning afterwards can’t help anyway. As with the shorts, the outfit we’re going to put on you next requires a clean and tidy boy to wear it.”

Danny was slightly puzzled at the idea of an outfit, but the immediate satisfaction of relieving his bladder appealed to him, and he didn’t ask with wide eyes and a small concerned grunt. “Golly,” Danny thought, “I’m really getting used to this! I feel like I could actually let them know of a question…”

Greg came over to him.

“Let’s get you a little comfortable,” he smiled.

“It won’t last, so enjoy the moment,” Walter snarled.

Both cousins were framing him, as Danny was standing in front of the toilet. They bent down; kneeling, they removed the hobbles that imprisoned his legs. Then, without so much as touching him, they grabbed the sides of his shorts and slid them down his thighs to his ankles.

“We’ll give you three minutes to do your business. No funny stuff, of course,” Walter said, wagging his finger in a threatening way.

Danny was left sitting with the hole filled with water available for its excretory purposes. Actually, Danny only needed to pee, and very soon his semi-erection subsided, and a warm stream of urine flowed for what seemed an eternity. He knew he was a late evening person for number two, and so he had no urge to take a shit. The cousins waited for three minutes nevertheless. Danny had thought of calling them, but he didn’t know if they would come, or if they would not give him ‘bad grades’ for this. He let his mind wander a bit, revelling in the prospect of being handled by the two cute and ruthless teachers. He felt his cock grow hard again. He tried to concentrate so he wouldn’t go full mast as his carers would come and see where he was at. The idea of Walter announcing a strict hogtie in retaliation had the opposite effect. His cock was brushing over the white and immaculate porcelain as Greg and Walter leaped inside the bathroom.

“Cleaning time, Danny!” Greg sure had a high-pitched voice. Very cute.

“See, Greg, Danny is naughty again.”

“Yes, you can’t leave him on his own for a couple minutes without him growing a big woody!”

“Had we forbidden him to grow hard?” Walter inquired.

“Mm, let me see. No, I don’t think so. We still have to give him the rules and guidelines. Let’s get him cleaned up and dressed so we can start his schooling.”

Walter had grabbed a towel he’d put under the faucet at the sink. He twisted it eventually. He jumped back to Danny. Grabbing his cock through the lukewarm material of the cotton towel, he pulled it up and forward a bit. Greg had a hand under his left buttock. Danny had caught what came next, and he pushed on his legs to stand up as their gestures requested him to.

“Very good, Danny, I can’t believe how easy you are to handle. I would advise you actually join our class tomorrow.”

“Having him as our pupil wouldn’t be too much effort, Walter. You know how Scott can be difficult. It’s good if half our students are cooperative; we may even use Danny as a restrained assistant, if Scott pulls another one of his rebel tricks.”

Danny had to step out of the shorts bundled up around his ankles. Walter’s soft but firm grasp over the erect penis didn’t dwindle.

“Get the leash so it doesn’t drag on the floor as we take him back to the classroom, Greg. I have found a better way to lead Danny boy where I want!” Walter beamed proudly.

13. First Day of School

The fourteen steps needed to get back to the classroom were walked under the intense supervision of the two cousins, who were handling their charge as a very precious cargo.

“You can’t walk around naked in our room all the time,” Greg explained, “I think there must be a uniform that fits you in the wardrobe, so you’re dressed in compliance with our rules.”

“This is rule number two, Danny. ‘At Walter and Greg’s Academy for Naughty Boys, students must wear the regulatory uniform, which consists in short shorts, the school shirt and blazer, and the school shoes and stockings.’”

The mention of stockings had Danny open his eyes wide. He couldn’t keep a little grunt from being heard through the gag. His captors didn’t scold him for this, though. Greg just laughed.

“These are not women’s stockings, silly! It’s just that they are fancy old style socks. They look way better than the grey woollen socks that are worn with regular uniforms!”

From the corner of his eye, Danny could see Walter ogling him, now that he had let go of his dick, having laid the towel down on a metal stool.

“I never thought I’d want to dress up an older boy in a cute outfit this much,” the brown-haired boy sighed. “You know what size our boy is, Greg?”

“I have an idea, but I’d better make sure.”

The three writing desks were passed quickly, and Greg leaped onto the platform. He opened a drawer from the teacher’s desk, and produced a measuring tape. He was back in the centre of the room, where Walter was still contemplating the helpless naked body.

“We’ll need to shave him a bit, Greg. Danny’s a bit hairy for a little schoolboy. And we don’t want Scott to be jealous, as we’ve always insisted on him on having baby-smooth skin.”

“Should we do it now? I mean, once we dress him up, it will be more difficult.”

“Nah. No time for this now. It’s already late in the afternoon, and we have some more things to explain to Danny. See what size he is and get him some clothing. We still need to bind him tightly afterwards.”

Greg took a few measures, which he wrote down in a little notebook he’d picked up with the tape. After having measured his chest, his torso, his limbs and several other distances over Danny’s naked, and yet slightly hairy body, Greg scribbled a bit more.

He then rushed to the wardrobe. Meanwhile, Walter was caressing Danny’s chest.

“It’s not like there’s much to shave,” he said pulling on the rare hair that had grown halfway between his nipples, “but not much is already too much.” He then rubbed the nipples.

They could hear Greg thinking aloud: “I have the underwear, the shorts and the shirt. Let’s start with this.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised, but Danny couldn’t help but admire the garments he was to don right away. It was thin material, supple and gleaming, flowing like liquid through Greg’s nimble fingers.

The boys got working right away. The underwear was silk. It was not the manliest possible, being some sort of bikini. The feeling over his legs was incredible as it was pulled up by both boys, who had gotten back into the position they had helping him onto the toilet seat earlier on.

There wasn’t much material, except for the pouch that was apparently designed to host well endowed boys. His buttocks weren’t fully covered, but it was better than nothing, and it wasn’t a string bikini either, or a jock strap. A small triangle of gleaming nylon stretched over his butt crack, concealing his intimacy. He just had to hope that no wedgie was on the way.

Once the skimpy underwear was well adjusted, and made him a tad more modest, the shorts were put on.

They were grey, but not made of flannel as Danny had expected. They were made of three layers of silk, the outward one possessing a deep sheen that made the captive boy very anxious to try them on; if they felt as good as they looked, he was in for a treat.

“I think that Danny likes the uniform already,” Greg joked. “I can’t believe his tastes match ours so closely.”

Danny reciprocated the feeling, informing them of this by a shy “Mmm.”

“Yes, boy, yes, we’re getting there.” Greg playfully rebuked him.

Taking their position at the ankles, they put a leg at a time through the holes. Then they slowly lifted the shorts, letting them glide over his skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Once they had reached his waist, Danny realized that Greg’s measuring was genuine. He had already shown a certain talent at crafting a proper shape to fill his mouth; for the clothes, he had an eye too, and he had to know how to translate the measuring into the proper choice of outfit. This also certainly meant that there was a choice in sizes in the wardrobe.

“He’s decent,” Walter stated, taking a couple of steps back to see if the shorts were adjusted properly. “You don’t wear shorts like these every day, boy. I would even risk saying you’ve never worn such shorts. There is no zip in front, and just a satin belt to tighten them. They go much higher than your regular shorts. Half an inch below the navel, that’s where they should reach, isn’t it, Greg?”

“Half an inch, exactly. I’m really happy that I picked this pair. I wondered if they would show his bum as I like it. They do, actually. Well, Danny, if you were a girl, they’d be called bloomers; the space in front, that you have started filling with your hard on, isn’t necessary on girls’ clothing, though.”

“We’ve given you a hint of rule number six with the black shorts in the attic. Here it is in full: ‘Students will be masters of their domain, and no arousal will be responsible for soiling their underwear.’ So, beware, boy, as I will certainly inspect you later on. No discharge, no leak, no cum, no liquid.”

Danny would have understood without the enumeration.

He nodded docilely; he twitched a bit. It would be tough to obey this order. The various layers glided against each other, their caress reminding him with the faintest move how his hard dick was satisfied with the silky touch. He looked at the boys, trying to think of something else. So much for this technique to recover control; the boys were still wearing their shiny sports kits, and his eyes now stimulated his brain to provide the same effect as the shorts.

“I’ll get the blazer so we put it with the shirt once we free his arms. We can’t be sure he’s really docile yet.”

“Well said, Greg, he might be trying to put our attention to sleep with his obedience. No risk should be taken.”

No risk was taken indeed. His legs were hobbled first; Danny complied as his arms were untied. Cuffs and straps were used throughout the change of clothing. Ten minutes later he was wearing the shirt and blazer. They were a tight fit too. His arms were tied behind his backs, with cuffs at his elbows and ankles. And he was still sporting the muffling gag they’d put on him in the attic.

“Let you have a look,” Greg said, “Come with me, there’s a mirror over there.”

At the back of the room, there was a big mirror hanging to the wall. The boys positioned Danny straight in front. The prospective schoolboy was amazed at the sexiness of his outfit. He felt very comfortable, yet, the material stretched over his body like if it had been tailor-made. The kinkiness of his bare thighs ending in the glimmering mass of the shorts at the top was incredible. The football socks and Greg’s sneakers didn’t match the rest of the costume. Danny didn’t have to worry. His hosts were sticklers for such details.

“The footwear now and we can get started,” Greg announced.

He fetched the stockings and shoes from the wardrobe. Walter removed the two hobbles, as he needed access to Danny’s legs; he then untied the shoelaces. He pulled the left sneaker off. Even Danny’s nose, a metre and sixty centimetres above, caught a whiff of the strong smell the sneakers provided.

“Pew! It’s high time we put him in cleaner shoes. I can’t say for sure, Greg, but it seems our little friend has added his own odours to yours.”

Greg was back with the final touch for the costume. He kneeled next to Danny.

“Let me see. Or smell, for that matter,” he giggled, ”these are my sneakers, no doubt, but yes, there is some slight tang that I can’t quite say is mine. We’ll have Danny check out for himself later on, I guess.”

There was a grunt of genuine disapproval. It was ignored.

“Let me save them for later on,” Walter said as he discarded the two socks he’d removed carefully, making sure that Danny kept his balance throughout.

Greg was already performing the same task in reverse. He pulled the stocking together, and slid the toe over Danny’s foot. He tugged on both sides and pulled them up over Danny’s ankle and shin.

Elegant patent leather shoes were put on. They had no laces, but they also fit well. Looking at himself thus dressed, bound and silenced, got the shorts to display some quivering from underneath.

“Now that we have you dressed as a pupil of our Academy for Naughty Boys, we’re going to put you in one of the lecturing positions. Should we do the X, Greg?”

It had certainly been the plan all along, but Greg pretended the idea came out of the blue.

“Yes, we did the chair before, and the writing desk is almost like the chair.”

The boys marched Danny a few steps, between the two stone pillars that were the closest to the door. There was nothing between them, which was not the case of the two upfront; they had a writing desk in between. For clothing issues, Greg led the way; when it came to tying, Walter took control. He came back with cuffs and rope.

“We’ll start with your legs,” he said, kneeling down to the ankles.

“I removed your hobbles just the time to change shoes. For a lecture, we don’t want our audience to run away.”

Danny could feel two sorts of bracelets wrapped and strapped around his left ankle first; the second followed quickly. The end of a piece of rope was threaded to a D-ring on the outside of each cuff. Danny now pictured perfectly well how he was going to be the X.

Walter was in charge of the left leg, and Greg was on the right one. They passed the rope around the stone pillars, and they tugged gently. Moving his feet around so they would glide as his tormentors pulled them outwards, Danny spread his legs slowly, not wanting to fall with no one around. His arms bound behind him would guarantee a bleeding nose. He’d rather avoid it.

Once the prisoner’s legs were almost at a straight angle, Walter and Greg came with the end of their respective ropes. They threaded them through the D-rings, looped them around the pillars one more time and eventually tied them to the D-ring. Danny had to stay with his legs spread wide; casting a glance below, he noticed how obscenely his hard on stuck out.

A similar routine was applied to his arms once they were at last rid of the tight bonds keeping them folded behind him. There were some hooks at the top of the pillars. They enabled a tightening of the ropes linked to his wrist cuffs not only outward but also upward. The ropes formed a straight line with Danny’s arms; the boy hoped the lecture wouldn’t last all evening, for this new position promised to be uncomfortable if it had to be kept too long.

The boys added cuffs at the elbows, knees, and wrapped a thin leather belt just over the shorts’ waistband. More ropes were used to spread the pressure. Now, Danny couldn’t fall. He couldn’t twitch either. Greg was standing in front of him, caressing his chin as he admired his handiwork.

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 19th

Postby tedbangor » Sun Mar 20, 2016 12:20 pm

great stuff, so far especially the uniform. Love to see where this is going to go.

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 19th

Postby Onodera » Mon Mar 21, 2016 10:25 pm

Dude, your story is really great :D! A whole week of tugs plays seems to be really amazing :D! I love those stories where the young ones tied up the older ones, in this case, Walter and Greg tying up Dennis XD! Some of my favorite parts was the chair tie and the pole tie x3! As well as all gagged scenes xD! I really do love duct tape as a gag x3! Those young boys really knows what to do with his older cousin x3!

I cannot wait for the next chapter, dude :3! Please, continue it :D!
Imagine that this is you~
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That's right, now shut up and be a good boy~! <3

Fun with Danny - ch. 14 & 15 - (m/m) Updated March 22nd

Postby Bondwriter » Tue Mar 22, 2016 2:46 am

Thanks for the comments, TedBangor and Onodera.
Four more chapters to go with this story and the sequel is already 27 chapters long, so there's more in store.
Enjoy!

14. Best Seen, not Heard

“This looks really good. I’m glad there was Danny’s size in the wardrobe, for he looks really good in it. What should we use for a lecture gag, Walt?”

“The grain bag, maybe? One of the dunce caps must also fit him, so it would be a nice combination. Silence and tidiness, what better gag can we dream of?”

“You’re right, Walt. I’ve always wanted to try these dunce caps our uncle holds down here. I really thought Scott would be the first of our guests to test how well they fit. Are you sure we’ve tightened the ropes enough?”

“There’s no harm in checking them once more,” the elfish brown haired boy grinned.

And so, it took another seven or eight minutes of the boys tightening the web of ropes that held Danny in his spread-eagled standing position.

“So far, we’ve used the number 9 and the number 6 gags. The one we’re about to use isn’t in our list yet,” Walter wondered.

“It’ll be number 12, we’ve got eleven types of gags in the list so far. From the puny, mock ones to the strict ones.”

Walter went to a chest of drawers. He pulled out a few plastic sacks; the rustling sound indicated they contained some pebbles or grains, or some powder for the other one. He expected Walter to explain further anyway; Walter especially relished detailing his plans.

“This is advanced gagging technique, Danny. But we’ve determined you had been longing for bonds and gags this afternoon. So you might be introduced to one particular way we’ve found about six months ago. We explained to you how important it was to fill the mouth properly when imposing a gag. We’ve explored various ways. And we found a story on the internet that had two friends playing cowboys and Indians, and one using flour in balloon to fill the mouth. You see, dough grows and hardens when put at body temperature. So if you fill a balloon with the proper amount, it makes for a perfect mouth filling, especially after a few hours.”

This made sense. Danny knew exactly the story the boy was referring to. It was called “Young Outlaw”, and the older teen had read it a few times. It belonged to a set of many stories he read with passion. Or to be more accurate, for nice wanking sessions thinking or reading of complicated tie-up games with large groups of boys.

There were two balloons used as two layers of the same bladder in the story. It was put in the prisoner’s mouth. The captor filled it with flour and then water.

When the ‘number 9’ gag had been applied, Danny had acknowledged it was an improvement over the similar one he’d made. There was know-how to the things the three boys enjoyed, Danny knew it.

“We tried it on Scott, of course. It worked great; it wasn’t easy to put on, though. So we decided we could find another way that didn’t require as much preparation especially with flour and water involved.”

“We could combine it with the grain sack filling we’d read about in another story. You sew a little pouch shaped like the inside of a mouth and you fill it with grain, like wheat or any cereal of your choice. The sewing needs to be top-notch, but this is something we can handle.” Walter knew his stuff; his cousin went on.

“This made for another wonderful evening along with Scott whom we’d brought to a broom closet one floor down from the dorm!”

“To be fair, Greg, we were nice to him. We didn’t leave him on his own much. He was grateful we stayed with him all the time. We weren’t bored; there were many games to play with Scott restrained and so tightly gagged,” Walter smiled.

“The little pouch filled with grain, plus tape plus a rubber swim cap, plus more tape. I think he couldn’t have been heard even if we’d kept him inside our room.”

“Not sure, Greg. The gag worked really well, but the noise Scott can make through his nose when we ‘play’ with him, maybe after a few hours, someone would have picked up on his wails.”

All the while, Danny had seen the two cousins move around. The metal stool had been brought in front of Danny, so they could lay things down for the removal of his current gag, and the imposition of the next one. Walter even fetched a small night table. It was more like a stool too, but with a drawer and a nice wooden square to use as a sideboard. With equipment, time and creativity, Danny realized, his continuing detention could be handled smoothly.

“First step,” Walter explained learnedly, “is to remove your current number 6. I really like the number 6 for effectiveness. It’s not the best for looks. Let’s remove a few layers.”

The tape keeping his smelly underwear under Danny’s nose was removed, and the balled-up briefs discarded on the sideboard.

“This looks great, Walt. See how the tape really clings to his face. Pulling his lips together with the thin tape underneath really gives his face a lovely shape.”

Danny enjoyed Greg’s attention, and his comments on his good looks tended to trigger a realization that he benefited tremendously from the space left at the front of his shorts to let what was inside to expand if need be. And need was.

“Yes, it’s almost too bad we remove it so soon. Say, did you bring the camera downstairs?”

“I sure did!”

Greg leaped to his rucksack. He took thirty or forty shots of the spread-eagled school boy. He experimented with angles and did various close-up shots too. Once Danny’s predicament was documented to his satisfaction, he put the camera back into its case.

“I’ll fetch water, while you remove the tape and collect his shorts.”

“I’ll remove the tape; bring me a pair of rubber gloves from the bathroom, so I don’t get infected by dirty shorts full of saliva!”

Greg was back soon. The removal of the tape, especially the thin one that had pulled the corners of his mouth together actually caused discomfort. It wasn’t before Walter removed it that Danny felt actual pain. But it stung.

“You may move your lips and jaws, but don’t spit the shorts out,” Walter warned, as he put on thin surgical latex gloves. Once they were on snugly, he went around one of the pillars to get behind Danny. He clamped his right hand over his mouth.

“You know us now, Danny. Behave, and do as we say.”

Walter’s grasp tightened, and Danny felt the youthful body flattening himself against his backside. It was not that flat, as Danny could feel, through many layers of nylon and silk, a solid bulge rubbing against his butt crack.

“Open your mouth big, and let me take these shorts out of your mouth.”

Greg was standing just in front of Danny. He frowned as his cousin handed him the soggy nylon mass which he’d picked up slowly from the older boy’s gob.

“That’s a lot of spit! We should put some liquid back in him.”

The rubber-gloved hand softly covered the mouth again. Danny moved his jaws around a bit. The soft massaging actually soothed the upset he’d felt with the tape being unstuck.

“All right, my boy,” Walter said, Greg having gone to get some things in the wardrobe and then dashed into the bathroom, “I’m going to challenge you a bit. You might have noticed that our goal was to prevent you from saying anything, especially if you gave us orders, as we’ve promised our parents to do as you say. I understand the incentive no longer works as much. I’m sure you don’t want this to end.”

Danny didn’t know how to react. He knew the boy’s hand and his body could certainly pick non-verbal messages. But which ones did he want to send, and would he be understood? Would he be deemed a slut? Shaking and grunting could be a start. This was hopeless, but by now his reactions were being closely assessed, and he really wanted to pass all the tests the boys gave him.

Walter held on to his prisoner with more force. His hand now pressed against Danny’s face forcefully, and it also made it tough to open his jaws. Greg was back. He had a baby bottle in his hand, and a small pitcher of water that he put carefully down on the sideboard. Brandishing the bottle, he put it under Danny’s nose.

“Time for little Danny to drink his bottle! Sorry there’s no milk down here, but I’ve put a little strawberry syrup in it.”

“I’ve challenged Danny to manage to give us orders Greg. So we have to be cautious.”

Greg frowned. He was a practical boy, and he knew that if they had Danny drink, they couldn’t manage a hundred percent closing of the mouth. It was impossible to prevent him from saying “Stop!” or even “Set me free!”. He thought quickly, and he smiled. He knew how to move the goal posts.

“Fine. But what do you consider an order, Walt?”

Looking above Danny’s shoulder at Greg, his mischievous cousin grinned.

“If, for instance, Danny managed to utter every word in a sentence like, ‘Greg, Walter, please, be so kind as to remove my bonds and not gag me again!’ I would consider this an order I have to follow. With fewer words, I’m afraid this would just be some random blabber.”

“Perfect, Walt. So, Danny, you remember the magic sentence? I’ll repeat it once, but once only. Anything but every single word of this sentence will be considered a failure. A failure at our school earns you demerits. And demerits lead to punishments. We’ll let you know more about it once we’ve managed to put this new gag on you, and that we can talk without fear of you actually telling us what to do.’”

The bottle approached Walter’s gloved hand. Greg was holding it. The mouth was uncovered, and Danny took up the challenge. Two syllables came out, but he was far from having made any kind of demand, trying to utter the boys’ names. His mouth was plugged with the large rubber teat. It was water with some sweetener in it, and it was satisfying for Danny, even if quite humiliating. The boys were well coordinated, and at the end of the watering, Danny was none the better in terms of words, pronounced. He’d eventually reached the two names. He just hoped saying one syllable at a time would get him slightly off the hook, and possibly discussing a bit about what the cousins had to do to him. He had ideas.

Eventually, the bottle was empty and Walter had gone back to handgagging his babysitter, the rubber glove gripping over the skin tightly. A finger on one nostril prevented too much effort to make noise.

Greg fiddled about with the little sacks; his cousin held on to Danny like vines. Greg turned around to the symbiotic pair; he had a little shape in his hand. It resembled the inside of a mouth, Danny spotted it right away. It was stuck effortlessly inside; Walter was pulling his lower jaw down as he lifted his hand from the lips.

The thing felt like it was made of thick nylon. It glided easily and rested behind his teeth, stretching from the palate to the pressured down tongue. The handgag was back immediately. Danny moved around and grunted. Nothing gave.

Greg picked up a sort of piping bag he had prepared. The stainless steel end was stuck between Danny’s teeth. This time there wasn’t any concern he would be able to add to the magic sentence.

As Greg pressed over the rubber bladder, the shape grew inside his mouth.

“This is water with yeast and various ingredients. The grains should absorb some of the moisture. They will also grow in size. As the pressure will increase, we need to lock your jaws so we get the maximum silencing effect. It’s not our nicest one. But there are a number of things we want you to do with us, and the quicker you get done, the quicker we move on to a less severe gag.”

Greg removed the canula, checking there wasn’t any leak.

Walter’s grip was no longer as strong. Most of the job was done.

“Some tape, Greg. Then the dunce cap, please.”

Greg cracked a most delightful smile looking at Danny.

“Our uncle has some amazing gear, you’ll see. The dunce cap is super kinky. It’s a hood, and we’d seen some in drawings or read about them in stories. But it’s even better when you get to use it in real.”

“We don’t know yet, it’s the first time our uncle let us use this particular equipment. It will tidy up the whole thing, and really make you suited for the academic activities.”

Greg was opening the large chest at the end of the room. He was leaning to pick up what Danny thought was the final touch to his headwear. Once again, the suppleness and sheen of the piece of what could be leather gave a high-grade feel.

Danny soon realized how fully it would cover his head. Beside an opening that lined the eyebrows at the top and framed his nose, covering every other part of his head with a layer of thin kid leather, from the crown down to his neck. There was a slit at the back, which made it relatively unproblematic for the boys to slip the hood over Danny’s head.

Walter was tightening the laces that crossed along the slit at the back. There were tools used to do this. Danny thought he’d seen such things used in old art that featured corsets. These were needles used to pull a corset laces. Danny had been both horrified and fascinated when he had come across corseting stories once or twice. He had seen depictions of such hoods. He couldn’t believe how it actually felt.

Greg was standing in front of the muzzled young man, his hands on his hips.

“Damn, Walter,” he swore, “this looks amazing! But isn’t it a dunce cap?”

Walter was tackling the lower part of the stitch, pulling the part over the neck tight. It didn’t cut Danny’s breath, and his Adam’s apple wasn’t crushed down ruthlessly. But it was so finely cut that it clung to his face. There was some reinforcement around the chin; he couldn’t move his jaws apart at all.

“You see the two small rings sewn in front, on each side of his head? They’re used to fix accessories. We have all sorts of animal ears, and even antlers, if we want to turn our guest into a reindeer.”

“Clever. We can try different ones. It’ll be fun. I’d love to have Danny as our own little kitten. It would be super cute!”

Danny had mixed feelings about this. At the moment, though, he wasn’t preoccupied about being made into Mickey Mouse or into a dog. He was just wondering if it was his mind playing tricks on him or if the thing in his mouth was really expanding.

Walter had tied the two laces together at the back, at the base of his neck. A strap covered the knot. Danny heard a click.

“It’s a padlock. We both have the key, Danny. But even if someone came to save you, you would have to keep the gag on!”

Danny knew shears or scissors would remove the fiendish device. But it was a nice touch anyway. Now, what was expected of him?

15. Laying out the rules

“Now, Danny,” Walter said as he’d joined his cousins and that they both were in front of the prey they’d caught in their web, “we’ll finish with a little lecture. This is not the most usual studying position; we think you’ll have the attention we require when giving out instructions. We will then give you an assignment. We’ll move you to a writing desk. We deal with academics, so expect to write or use a pen and paper.”

“But first of all, Danny, we should tell you the rules. We’ve hinted at them,” Greg said, “Now it’s time you know them. We will read them to you several times. Listen closely. You’ll be quizzed on them very soon.”

Greg moved an eyebrow, and twisted his wrist while smiling. Danny knew this meant he had to memorize what these rules; Greg let the floor to Walter.

“Rule number one: ‘Students at Walter and Greg’s Academy for Naughty Boys will be restrained at all times, so their moves can be closely monitored.’”

“Mmmbbbllmm!” Danny attempted as two pairs of eyes were scrutinizing his helpless form gleefully.

“Why wouldn’t it just be ‘Academy for Naughty Boys’, Walt?”

“No issue with me,” Walter replied; he was eager to go on as interesting activities would follow this lecture. They mattered more than asserting his leadership. “Rule number two: ‘At the Academy for Naughty Boys, students must wear the regulatory uniform, which consists in short shorts, the school shirt and blazer, and the school shoes and stockings.’ You’re following this one already. Rule number three: ‘Students at the Academy for Naughty Boys will use proper language. They will be gagged if they cannot do so.’”

“We’d rather be on the safe side on this one,” Greg smiled.

“Yes, the rule should be ‘if they cannot be trusted to do so,’ I guess,” Walter said, scribbling down a note on the notebook he was reading from, “and in your case, there’s this little matter of you trying to give us orders. Anyway, rule number four addresses this issue too: ‘Students will comply with all instructions given by the Academy for Naughty Boys staff.’ If it wasn’t clear enough, the staff is Greg and I.”

Danny nodded, refraining from protesting through the huge mass in his mouth. He didn’t want to antagonize his captors even when being spoken down to.

“Rule number five: ‘Students at the Academy for Naughty Boys will do their best to achieve excellence. Demerits will be handed for lack of effort,’” Walter paused. He looked straight into Danny’s eyes. “We will be the only judges on what effort we require. Don’t fret too much, we demand good behaviour; we know how to reward it.”

“We know how to punish nasty behaviour too!” Greg piped in again. Danny saw that the mere prospect of punishment pleased the blond boy. Some quivering inside the cute lad’s tight shorts confirmed his appreciation.

“Greg’s right, Danny. Punishing Scott when he didn’t do as told has made him a much better student. We’ll give you more details on the rewards and punishments later. Rule number six: ‘Students at the Academy for Naughty Boys will be masters of their domain, and no arousal will be responsible for soiling their underwear.’ You know this one already.”

Greg took a step towards his spread-eagled captive. He reached for the shorts. They were still dry; this time, the flesh trembling was within Danny’s shorts.

“Feels OK so far, Walt.”

“Good. This is a rule that our unruly student is likely to break; now he’s been warned, though. Let’s move on to rule number seven: ‘Students will respect the timetables and deadlines given by the Academy for Naughty Boys’ staff.’ This one won’t be needed today, as we take you through the routine. Rule number eight: ‘Students will show respect and avoid being rude to the Academy for Naughty Boys’ staff.’”

“You’ve noticed we could hear what you said even with a big gag in your mouth, Danny?” Greg tweeted.

“Mmmh. MMbllmph.”

“You did,” Walter picked up, “That’s good. A good little student shows deference to the instructors. Rule number nine, then: ‘Students at the Academy for Naughty Boys will also show respect to their peers. They won’t pick fights or argue.’ See, if we have some company for you, you’ll be expected to behave well with them too! Not to worry, thanks to rules number one and three, this is rather easy. So, last though not least: ‘Students at the Academy for Naughty Boys will show that they are brave, intelligent and that their mind is pure.’ Greg, go get a feather for the second reading.”

Walter didn’t comment on this latest broad and vague rule. Danny was trying to make sense of all of this. Except for the clothing, the restraints and the gags, there was nothing that couldn’t have been in the guidelines of a school. His own comprehensive had a similar set; but the hours spent under the pair’s control had taught him that deviousness could be expected.

Not being too ticklish, he didn’t fear another bout of this torture. Greg was back with a long pheasant feather.

“Ready for reading, Walter?”

Walter smiled, nodding. The reading started over, uninterrupted this time. The feather came to touch the captive’s thighs; it moved following Greg’s supple wrist. The blond boy was crouching right in front of Danny. This wasn’t too bad, and Danny could focus on Walter’s voice. The feather was brought a little higher. After a little tickling of Danny’s turgid cock through the two layers of silky material, it reached the part just above his pubis. Greg had found his soft spot back when he was trussed to the pole in the attic; now he used this information to make the prisoner’s task more difficult to perform.

This tickled! The web of ropes prevented any motion, and the twitching he could achieve didn’t pull him out of the dreadful feather’s way. Danny realized Walter had gone over the full list, and he had lost track of what was being told. Greg stopped.

“You know the ways, Greg. I think it’s a bit unfair for Danny though. Would you like me to start over, lad?”

Danny nodded, pleading with his eyes, refraining from grunting.

“I feel like being kind. Plus you’ve behaved so far, so there’s no reason to be cruel.”

The reading resumed. So did the tickling, unfortunately. Danny moaned; on top of this torture, the gag he’d somehow forgotten about felt like it was still growing; his mouth felt like it was filling up yet further. And no sound could be made.

Both boys paused as Walter was done reciting the rules. The routine was repeated. Walter voiced out each time how lenient and good they were; the trial started again. It went on seven or eight times. Danny now had a better grasp on the rules; but as Walter’s voice ended, with only the faint rustling of the feather now focused on the squirming boy’s crotch, Greg’s crystal-clear laughter erupted.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Our pupil just had a number six problem!”

Danny felt the dampness spreading around the tip of his cock. It was very hard, and he realized how excited he was by Walter reading these rules, and the mental images it brought to his mind. Danny wished he had actually had an orgasm; he had been denied release for so long now. The pre-cum he was leaking copiously was evidence of his need, that his keepers had no intent of fulfilling thus far.

“Total lack of control, lad,” Walter smirked, “which gets you five demerits.”

Greg’s own smile fainted; he now showed concern.

“Five demerits! This is a lot. Shan’t we be kind to the newbie?”

“No wonder your nickname is good-hearted Greg. You know what I think of being too soft.”

Danny felt comfort in the pleading look the handsome blond lad displayed. It could be sincere, who knew?

“We could reduce the sentence a bit, and punish Danny right away. Then we can set higher stakes for the next test.”

Walter frowned; the boys were great actors, as he really looked like he was thinking deeply. They had likely planned to blow hot and cold.

“All right, Greg, you win. A good spanking now, and it clears the slate for faucet boy.”

“Mmmphh?!”

“Don’t make me regret defending you, lad. Walter is very generous, and a spanking is not that bad.”

Greg’s smile had turned feral, as his canine teeth were now visible.

“How many smacks for the spanking, Walt? What about fifty?”

“The lad will have to sit afterwards, so let’s rather make it fifteen. If it’s a hand spanking, I don’t have energy for as many as you’d like.”

His captors derived great pleasure from trading the good cop/ bad cop roles swiftly.

“Let’s make it sixteen, eight smacks each so it’s even.”

“Have it your way, Greg,” Walter sighed.

They went around the pillars and stood behind Danny. He could feel their body warmth; he had never been spanked. He wondered if it would hurt.

“Let’s prepare,” Greg whispered.

Danny felt a hand caressing each of his buttocks. The soft feel of the nimble digits brushing against the soft material of his shorts was not what he had expected. It lasted for a while.

“I think I’m ready, and I can aim properly now,” Walter said. The touching stopped. “You’re allowed to scream as we spank you. It’ll be a good way to try out this gag. It looks good, but does it muffle the tries at making noise?”

Danny was reminded of the hefty mass filling his mouth. He was bracing for what was to happen. There was no warning, but from the motions behind him, Danny knew the first blow came from Greg.

Smack!

“Mmmmmblllmmm!”

This stung; it wasn’t horrible, but it definitely stung.

“One,” Greg counted.

The second blow landed on the other butt cheek.

“Two,” Greg said. The blond boy counted the smacks until the sixteenth that Walter gave rather intensely.

Throughout the ordeal, Danny wiggled and gave out muffled yelps; after the fifth smack, he had gotten used to the feeling. He couldn’t act as if it didn’t hurt; it was a punishment, and his tormentors should know he felt pain. There was rule number ten, though, and there had to be some bravery on display.

The boys were back in front of him. Danny felt a tear rolling from his left eye, and reaching the leather hood soon. This had been a reflex more than a betrayal of his feelings. Somehow, he was glad of this reaction.

“The lad’s crying, Walt!”

“He must be sad that he misbehaved. Is this it, boy?”

Rule number ten was certainly tested. Danny nodded.

“An Academy pupil doesn’t complain about punishments. This seems our young Danny has learned his lesson well.”

“Look, Walt! He’s still hard, too! So it means our little friend likes having his bottom smacked.”

“Indeed. The problem is, if he’s been leaking further, it doesn’t show. We should clean him up before he takes the next test.”

“Good idea. We should help him remaining clean.”

As the discomfort from the spanking subsided lightly, Danny calmed down. He let his wards release him from the spread-eagle and didn’t resist being hobbled anew. He was then led back inside the bathroom.

TBC

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 22nd

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Mar 23, 2016 2:28 pm

Great continuations! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fun with Danny - Ch. 16, 17 & 18 - Updated March 26th

Postby Bondwriter » Fri Mar 25, 2016 11:30 pm

Thanks for the comment!
I'll post the end of this story; the sequel will be posted starting next weekend.

16. A Class Act

The sight he got in the mirror was incredible. The leather hood covering his head was tight and gleaming. With his arms restrained behind his back, he had been turned into a creature coming from his most intimate, kinky fantasies. The spanking was completely forgotten.

Danny’s jacket and shirt were unbuttoned, and pulled back behind him, until it reached the cuffs just above his elbows. His chest and stomach looked good, thus framed by the fancy material. His shorts and underwear were pulled down to his knees next. It required stretching the silky fabric, as his penis was still rigidly pointing to the heavens.

“We’ll have to do a boner contest when Scott is here. It seems Danny is a contender for hard-on of the year,” Greg noted.

“This could be a nice challenge. Scott has always been enthusiastic about getting a hard-on. A little competition would be good; it’ll keep him on his toes. Let’s clean up fountain lad; it’s getting late, and he has more tests to take before we put him to bed.”

Walter turned the faucet on. Both cousins grabbed a wash mitt; they soaped and soaked them, and started lathering Danny’s torso. They spent time on his armpits; a quick washing of his genitals was next. Walter took care of this; he had a knack for making it arousing while managing to deny orgasm. His hand left the protruding member aiming at the sky.

“Keep calm, Danny. If you really behave, maybe I’ll let you shoot your load!”

An obedient nod confirmed the captive was willing to keep control. The prospect of a reward worked well.

Danny was rinsed. Greg towelled him dry. His shirt and jacket were buttoned anew. Walter added the neck-tie, knotting a masterful Windsor. Greg pulled the underwear and shorts up, tucking the shirt evenly under the waistband. Danny was fascinated by the view.

He was eager to pose when they brought him back to the classroom. Greg had picked up his digital camera, shooting more of Danny standing next to one of the writing desks.

“Smile, Danny!” he joked. Danny tried; his lips were sealed, his mouth was full of the wad that felt like it was creepily growing.

“It may be difficult with the dunce cap. We won’t give you a penalty, then. Will you explain our student what comes next, Walt?”

“Sure; once he’s harnessed!”

Walt went to gather a new accessory; it was a bundle of patent brown leather straps. It was fitted on Danny swiftly. Three rings encircled his torso: just under the armpits, under his rib cage and around his waist. They buckled in front. There were two shoulder straps, and Danny felt a strap linking the others running along his spine. Walter tested it held fast; he tightened the waist strap one notch.

“Time for a little written test, Danny! Please have a seat.”

The cousins helped him to sit to the right of the writing desk. He felt more leather belts hanging underneath. These were used to wrap his thighs just above the knees, keeping his legs. There were cuffs attached at the base of the desk; his ankles were strapped in. Two more leather attachments were fastened around his thighs, at the top this time, keeping him down on the seat.

His arms were freed from the chains keeping them behind; the boys had more cuffs to restrain his hands to the desktop. His wrists were linked by five or six centimetres of a thin chain; a big ring in the middle held another chain that was fastened to a hook at the edge of the table. A few centimetres of chain allowed for Danny moving his hands over an A4 sheet of paper. Greg then put small padlock over the cuffs; Walter fetched a note pad from the teacher’s desk.

He laid them within his student’s reach.

“This is not a difficult assignment. First, you need to list the rules as we’ve read them to you. Once you’re done, write how you feel about number three. Bonus question: how are you fitted for rule number five?”

This was all the instructions they gave him? Danny looked at them wide-eyed. His pleading look didn’t trigger any further explanation.

“Get down to it, we don’t have all night. Twenty minutes for question one, by the way. Come, Greg, there are things to discuss for tomorrow.”

The cousins left Danny at his desk; they sat down at the teacher desk, opened their own notebook. By the time they were whispering to each other and passing the paper to write down ideas on what to do, and replying to the ensuing suggestion, Danny had gotten fully engrossed in the task he’d been given.

He jotted down the assignment in notes form. He then scribbled down the main words or object of each rule in sequence. From there, he wrote the whole set on a new piece of paper, playing Walter’s voice, and then Greg’s inside his mind. It was Greg’s high-pitched and amused tone that helped him the most to write them down as he’d heard them.

He got as much as he could. The general sense, the tone of these rules had aroused him tremendously. Thankfully, he was doing rather fine with playing them over in his mind. He’d focused like crazy when Walter had read them, and then again when they had been repeated by the younger cousin.

Time flew, but soon Danny had covered his first sheet of paper with the ten rules. He now noticed the hushed voices and the conspiratorial murmurs of the boys, fully engrossed in their planning. The smiles promised devious treatments. Danny went on with the next instruction. He thought for a second. Did unruly pupils need to be gagged? There was something exciting being so tightly silenced at the hands of these cuties. How could he tell this in a way that wouldn’t make him sound like a weakling? They had done so to prevent him from giving them orders. He could acknowledge this. ‘If a boy has to be kept silent because his words would endanger the staff’s authority, a gag is a proper way to do so,’ he wrote.

He was expecting the boys to call time out any time, so he had to give them some satisfaction with this rule number five thing. ‘I will do my uttermost to satisfy the staff of the Academy for Naughty Boys in everything they ask me.’

Danny put his pen down. Over a last muffled giggle, Walter noticed Danny was done.

“Just in time. Let’s see how this student has done. This will decide of a punishment or of a possible reward.”

Walter stepped down and grabbed the assignment papers; towering over Danny from their desk, the two cousins pointed to the paper here and then, either rolling their eyes in disbelief or pointing to something and high-fiving each other just afterwards. The show grew long for Danny. He wanted to know whether his efforts paid. After fifteen long minutes, the duo looked at each other. They were done with the show too. Walter spoke.

“You used jacket for blazer, and tainted for soiled. These are the only two mistakes, which earn you three demerits. That’s the lowest number of demerits ever! Scott got twenty-eight.”

Danny smiled under the layer of leather clutching to his face. What Greg said next made him blush.

“And these are perfect answers that you gave. I was afraid you would use the opportunity to give us orders, but you didn’t even try.”

Danny had not even thought of it. It was so obvious he could have fooled them. Yet, after a quick flash of adrenaline at the announcement, he felt relaxed. He didn’t like to lose, but once more his helplessness was an asset to explore further with the creative pair. He went with the flow. Would he be rewarded, then? The blond boy piped more good news.

“You will be fed. Then we will give you a hand job. I think you deserve one.”

“Seconded; we’ll put you in bed afterwards. You need to be in shape for what we have in mind for you and Scott. A good night rest will help. We have more trials and challenges, you would imagine. Naughty boys need to be stimulated to improve.”

The young teen talking like a PE teacher was pleasant. Greg had already volunteered to take care of the food, and he trotted to the door behind Danny. Walter slowly stepped down from the pulpit. Was the feral grin compatible with a reward?

“Let me see how you fare in your uniform.”

It depended on how you judged success. Walter fondled Danny’s crotch, unequivocally trying to feel his penis. It was turgid and it tented the material, creating explicit reflections.

“You’re hard, but you managed to remain dry. Not too bad, Danny. I was sure you were the good horse to bet on. You don’t disappoint.”

There was some more fondling, but of other parts of his body. The reward had to be earned. There were steps down the staircase; Greg had gotten the grub.

“Mashed potatoes and sausages for everyone!”

The tray was put on the next writing desk, and Greg installed plates, once he’d put a spoonful of food on each. They took most of the space but worst of all, Danny realized they were going to empty theirs before having him ingest something. He was getting used to such a routine: he waited patiently.

Eventually, he was fed. It took at least five minutes to remove the leather hood, and get the little bag, now a hefty and solid mass out of his mouth.

Of course the food, then, was lukewarm if not cold. The relative poor quality of the food was easily compensated by the ballet of the boys. They now both wore rubber gloves for the messy task; they alternated handgagging him and pushing food into his mouth when it was briefly uncovered. It had been twelve or thirteen years since Danny was fed by someone. He let them do so there would be no spilling that would make a mess on his clothing.

Greg was appointed to the task of making up Danny’s gag once fed. The captors had agreed not to make it too tough. His idea for a wadding made Danny quite woozy. Greg rushed to the bathroom. He came back with his shorts and briefs off. His cock wasn’t as small as Danny had imagined. The briefs were swiftly crammed inside the older teen’s mouth.

“Here you are, just fresh from today!”

Greg had caught a roll of this evil tape too. He applied nine strips, designed to paralyze his jaws and plastering his lower face; the soft caress of the fingers caressing the tape so it clung well had Danny coo.

17. End of the Day

“I’d say he’s all ready for his wank. Where do you want to do this, Walter?”

“Let’s take him next door. The sink will be a clean way to collect his juice.”

This wasn’t very romantic to Danny. He helped out as much as he could the handling that meant to get him free from the desk. His harness was left on, with his arms restrained behind his back with straps.

“I’ll finish, Greg. You should go get some shorts, instructors at the Academy can’t be naked all the time.”

Greg had a surprised look; he realized his sausage was flapping away in the air freely.

“Oh! Yes, indeed.”

He got back with green nylon wrapping his crotch as Danny was ready for transportation. What was it about shiny shorts that made the skin they covered more exciting than naked flesh?

Danny was frogmarched to the bathroom. His young captors stood him in front of the sink. Walter plunged his hand inside the briefs and pulled the dick out while lowering both shorts and underwear.

Greg was running the water. The rubber gloves were removed, and each boy wet his hands before getting a little liquid soap and lathering it up.

Danny’s cock hung above the sink, quivering upward. It was assaulted by Greg’s left hand and Walter’s right one. They grabbed it, moving up and down and running over each other. They settled, with Greg’s pinky tickling Danny’s ball sack, his fingers locked over the base, whereas Walter’s digits were firmly holding and rubbing the end and the shaft.

Looking at the strange display in the mirror facing him, Danny felt it coming slowly at first, but soon his quivering turned to throbbing and his cock spurted out copious gobs of white cream, lost for reproductive purposes as they hit the white porcelain.

Danny mewled in his gag. This had been much too short. He wanted another round, to get to enjoy it more. He believed in it for a few seconds, as his dick was being cleaned and rinsed.

Alas, eighty-four seconds later the slightly deflated member was sheathed in gleaming nylon again. This had been the reward; there wouldn’t be more.

“We’ll show you to your room, student. We have accommodations for naughty boys so they may rest undisturbed.”

The hobbles were lengthened: Danny had to climb the staircase.

Coming out from the basement, the hall looked different to Danny; he hadn’t noticed the stairs they then took. This was not a secret passage, but a stone staircase covered in thick crimson carpet, with copper bars holding it down. Luxury.

They reached a first landing and went on climbing a narrower, darker staircase. They opened a door at the top.

“This used to be the maids’ quarters when they had staff in houses. It’s all rooms for us kids now. There’s one just for you.”

The door had opened on the left part of an attic that had been converted into sleeping quarters. The corridor had four doors on the left leading to four bedrooms.

Greg opened the second one.

“Get in, then we tuck you into bed.”

“Once we’ve put you in night wear. It consists in your briefs!”

Walter had turned on two lights. They were dim, but sufficient to see the cosy environment. It was a simple and chic countryside bedroom. The spread over the bed was some polyamide fabric, with a refined hunting pattern printed on it. There was a bedside table, a couple chairs and a small chest of drawers. As he examined his surroundings closer, Danny noticed the four rings welded to the bedposts.

His captors were already busy removing the harness and hobbles. Walter had picked up a bag downstairs. He spilled its content on the carpet. Chains, straps, padlocks… The perfect kidnapper kit to be used to control any of Danny’s movements as they would relieve him of his school uniform and restrain him for the night.

Actually, Walter took some leeway with the procedure; Danny wasn’t putting up a fight, it saved time to skip a few steps. It all went seamlessly; the bedspread was removed, as well as the quilt. Danny was tied spread-eagled, lying on his back, dressed in his silk briefs only.

They took much time tuning the tension of the chains linking his cuffed wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The set-up was too simple for them, Danny thought, so they had to check closely. They seized the opportunity for a little tickling.

“He’s having a boner again, Walt!”

"That's too bad, 'cause he's going to stay on his own and I doubt he can do much to wank. He can't use his hands, and he can't fuck the mattress. Let's cover him up so he's not cold. We can go to sleep then. Danny's kept us busy all day, I'm getting really tired."

Walter picked up the quilt they had removed before they spread-eagled Danny. He arranged it with Greg, so it would cover even his lower face. Being swathed in tape to keep Greg's soiled underwear inside, the blanket hid the gag underneath.

"Well tucked in his bed, his hands well away from his willy, our little student is going to have a good night's sleep, so he's in tip-top shape tomorrow morning. We have many tests we have to give him. He will have to meet his fellow-student, and make efforts to get along with him. If they behave in our more academic courses, we might even have them indulge in a few games…"

Greg snarled, hearing his cousin pontificate.

"We're going to have fun, that's for sure. I think we might leave some surprise for tomorrow and not reveal our plans to Danny. I'm tired too."

The cousins silently agreed and left.

"Sleep tight, Danny, don't let the bed bugs bite!"

Danny heard them shut the door. The key turning into the lock sealed his fate. He was their prisoner for the night.

Danny sighed. The big gag wouldn't allow him to sleep much, he thought. He relaxed his limbs. They were taut, but they had not pulled them overly tight. He felt with his fingers. Straps. Chains. Locks. Not much he could attempt.

Being on his own for almost the first time since the morning, except for the little stay in the kitchen closet, he could at last try to gather his wits. I was difficult. He didn't know what hit him; two boys who had fascinated him, who had the same kinky fantasies he'd developed since he was six; he'd become their prisoner. The tight bonds, the thick gags, the taunting, the sex stuff, he was in heaven.

He had a boner indeed. The thing was, the underwear he had on, rubbing against the smooth polyamide material of the quilt did allow for some stimulation. As he ground his hips, he could feel some stimulation. It was faint; he'd have liked grabbing his dick in his hand and jerking on it as he usually did. It provided some faint caress; Danny was imagining what would happen the next day, and Walter's words echoed in his head. There was dread, as the two boys were rather ruthless; there were expectations, and much anticipation for meeting Scott.

Danny had thought of kidnappings, and he'd often fantasized about playing tie-up games with large groups of other boys, with nasty captures, tickling and slight humiliation. The idea of these two younger boys playing the headmasters and talking like the people involved in more adult stories he'd read online got him thinking. This was new. He wouldn't have accepted such drastic discipline in real life, but at the hands of these two, maybe…

His mind was slowly drifting away. His pelvic motion slowed down; Danny was falling asleep, with many sweet dreams and wonderful thoughts.

He heard the key rattling inside the lock. This pulled him out of his slumber. He yelled in his gag, in case it would be someone he didn't know, so they wouldn't think he enjoyed it.

"Hush," Walter whispered. "That's just me."

Danny felt silent. The light was switched on. He blinked before he saw Walter standing above him.

"This handjob you got in the bathroom got me thinking. I'd like you to return the favour."

"Mmm," Danny nodded; it's not only that he didn't want to antagonize his captor; he would have loved to knead his cock too. Walter was dressed in black shorts only.

They were similar to those they'd make him wear earlier on. They wrapped his crotch wonderfully. Danny had noticed a bulge in the shorts Walter had worn during the day. But these were cut wonderfully, and really enhanced his boner, which Danny deemed impressive for a thirteen-year-old boy's.

As he walked around the bed, Danny enjoyed the way it wrapped his bum also. The reflections over the gleaming material caught his eye. This was some sexy sportswear. He wondered if he'd looked as hot when he'd worn his.

The young captor, pulled the quilt down to the footboard, revealing Danny's body down to his knees.

Walter went for Danny's right wrist, to free his arm so he'd return the favour.

"Damn! Greg took the keys!"

Danny would have suggested he go get them, but of course he couldn't. Walter was looking at his arm, and the bed; there was no way he could position himself comfortably to be wanked.

The glimmer in his eye betrayed his new idea.

"I think I'll have to remove your gag; if I can't get a handjob, I'll get a blowjob! I'll remind you only once, Danny, that when your gag is off, you'd better keep quiet."

Danny wondered what it would be like sucking Walter. He relished the idea, overall. He'd thought of this; there was always a little repulsion, especially the first time he'd found out about this, when he was much younger, but he had grown to like the idea since.

18. The Cousins’ Plans

Walter leaped onto the bed; he straddled Danny, lowering his shorted bum slowly on his bare chest, his knees resting against his arms, almost touching Danny's elbows. He leaned towards him; Danny could see the brown eyes shining, and the pointy teeth showing as Walter displayed his cute fierce smile.

"Not a word, hey?" he said as he removed strip after strip of the dreadful surgical tape. He saved each by sticking the top to the headboard delicately. As he was about to remove the final X sealing his lips, Walter grabbed one of pillows they had pushed on the side, and which they'd left at Danny's flanks over the bed before they'd covered him with the quilt.

"So you tilt your head forward," the boy said. With his neck thus craned, Danny was indeed in perfect position to lick the bulge that moved right in front of his eyes. The final taping was removed, and Walter didn't take his disgusted look; no need for rubber gloves, the impulse was too strong to dispense with this kind of details now.

He grabbed the soaked and soiled briefs with two fingers, and ordered, "Eat my shorts!"

Danny caught the reference. But what mattered most was to take the flesh pushing behind the satiny material. His lips opened, his tongue went out, and as Walter pushed himself closer to Danny, still sitting over his chest, the captive's tongue could feel where everything underneath was located. The tip of the cock, the fleshy and engorged lump, the balls moving inside the scrotal sack. He invited all of it inside his mouth; it didn't really fit.

After two minutes of sucking and licking, he could feel, smell and taste Walter's excitation rising. His excitation grew until he realized he had to do without the shorts. Walter stood, still kneeling, and twisted himself out of the now very wet garment. His six inches of manhood, proudly pointing upwards came back to Danny's mouth still agape and expecting the treat. He gobbled up the glans, and as the boy moved his hips, more and more of the cock entered his mouth.

"Swallow me," Walter tenderly said. He didn't really push all the way to get deep-throated; half his cock was in, rubbing against his older friend's palate. His hip motion, though not very ample, increased in frequency until Danny felt the cock tense up; he knew Walter was about to shoot his load. He did.

"Suck me, suck every last drop of me," Walter panted.

Danny sucked and licked, revelling in the taste of another boy's cum in his mouth. The prick deflated slowly, until Walter withdrew. He spread his thighs; pushing on his arms, he glided down over Danny's body until his flaccid sex touched Danny's now very hard one. Lying over his 'babysitter', covering him with his lithe body, Walter whispered what had to be some praise.

"Not too bad, Danny, not too bad."

Danny was about to say thank you, but the hand was clamped over his mouth again.

"Sh. Enjoy the moment. Don't waste it with getting demerits."

The hand stayed on. Danny wondered if Walter was going to kiss him. This would be really weird. He was almost relieved when he heard what was on the other boy's mind.

"I think I must gag you. I don't want you to call Greg. You'd love Greg to come and do things to you, wouldn't you?"

There was some protest, but the hand made it moot. The other had grabbed the briefs full of saliva next to Danny's head. They were crammed back inside his mouth. His captor then plastered a few strips of tape over his lower face. He looked thoughtful, though.

"Not sure if it's going to stick as well now I've removed it."

Danny moved his jaws and lips. They held, but maybe they wouldn't for long.

"Let me see in the drawer."

Walter had jumped down from the bed; he went to the chest of drawers. He came back with two rolls of bandage.

"Wanna play dead Pharaoh, Danny? I'm sure you will love it."

Walter set mummifying Danny's head. He didn't do this at random, of course. Every turn reinforced the previous one, and made the setup hold even better. When he had wrapped both rolls, Danny's jaws were tightly locked, closing over Greg's soggy briefs.

"The thing is, with such a tight gag, I can't leave you on your own."

Danny had doubts about the safety concerns; the one he'd had before was not that much safer. He understood Walter's motives soon.

"I will have to keep you company. Make sure nothing bad happens to you."



Walter lied at Danny's right side; he pulled the quilt over both their bodies. With fingertips brushing his cock through his briefs, his other hand caressing his prisoner's chest, Walter soon fell asleep.

Danny didn't, though he had brief times of slumber; he would wake up suddenly, aware of the tightness of the gag and of how strictly his head was imprisoned in bandage.

His troubled sleep was interrupted by Greg's shrill voice.

"Hey, Walt, we'd said we'd let him alone, and we would let him rest a little!"

Walter was stretching, being disturbed from a much deeper sleep.

"Uh. Yes. I just thought we shouldn't leave him gagged like this, so I came to check on him. He was about to remove his gag, so I had to do something about it."

"Mmmmph! Grmm!" Danny protested.

Greg wasn't too suspicious, and it made sense, considering the past experiences they had with Walter. He had more immediate concerns.

"It's after seven already, and Scott gets here round nine. We've got to move so Danny is ready when Danny's new friend comes."

The prospect of the second prisoner finished to wake Walter up. He jumped out of the bed, pulling the blanket down.

"Didn't little Danny have a small number six rule problem?" Gregory asked.

Walter looked. There was a dark patch indeed.

"Well, just keep note of it, Greg. We'll have to put it in his report card."

“It will be duly noted. I’ll also handle the cleaning up. And do something about excessive hair, which doesn’t look too good on our fine students.”

Danny was also quite awake now; the routine was going to start over. He grunted in protest at the idea of losing his manly features. All he got in response was laughter.

What followed calmed him down a bit. It was actually rather comforting to have four hands taking care of you. He might have been restrained, but somehow Danny felt he had two footmen handling him. It was nice having staff attending you.

After a quick breakfast, Greg led Danny to the bathroom. The older boy had to take a dump; after one day of promiscuity with his captors, he almost didn’t pay attention to being watched while taking a shit. The touching that ensued, what with butt wiping and then inserting the enema nozzle up his butt was a bit more disturbing. With his hands bound behind him and his mouth gagged, he just had to do Greg’s will as ordered anyway.

Having liquid pumped up his stomach was a new sensation indeed. Releasing the content of the enema bag was easy; it wasn’t too messy. Greg pinched his nose; it did smell, but did it smell more than his previous natural excretion?

Greg wore rubber gloves, and he took a while to clean up Danny’s butt crack, once he’d stood him up next to the sink. He dried him up well back there too. Danny felt great.

The following treatment, with the liquid hair remover was much, much more troubling. Would it have time to grow back before Danny would get back to school?

Still naked, facing the sink, he had to endure having his legs coated in some scented cream. The touch of Greg’s massaging hands got Danny hard.

“Damn, Danny, you can’t control yourself, can you? I think we have devices for this kind of problem. You, horny little dog…”

The flowery scent soon turned a bit more acrid as the product started working. It started feeling warm; after ten minutes, Greg’s hands, now holding a wet wash mitt, started rinsing the goo. It took several passes over his legs, but they were smooth as a baby’s bottom very soon.

Danny was then dressed up in his school uniform, which Walter brought as he joined them, having avoided the gross stuff. He had the 'dunce cap' put back over his head, the fiendish lower face mask covering the inflatable bulb trapped inside his mouth.

They then walked him to the main hall, the one next to the kitchen. There was a large wardrobe in the middle.

"Here is the deal, Danny. Scott will be coming in with his mom. All you have to do to prevent him from becoming our prisoner and to save you from sharing his fate is to manage to get her to find you."

They opened the door and lifted Danny inside. Greg had a rope that he attached to a hanging bar at the top. He knotted it to Danny's harness, between his shoulder blades.

Walter crouched; he tightened the hobbles at knees and ankles; he took a short piece of rope to bind Danny's ankles to rings on each side of the wardrobe, right at the bottom. It was tightened fast; he could no longer move. The cousins stood in front of the standing captive, quite proud of their handiwork.

They closed the door; the now familiar sound of a key in a lock could be heard.

"Ten to nine, so get ready to try and warn Scott's mom. Or else…" he heard, the voice being deadened by the wardrobe's walls.

End of this story. To be continued in a new story to be posted in this thread soon:
Fun with Scott and Danny

Stay tuned!

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 26th

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Mar 29, 2016 5:10 pm

Cool chapters 16, 17 and 18! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated March 26th

Postby riplord » Sat Apr 02, 2016 1:51 pm

Thoroughly enjoyed the story. Great writing. Looking forward to the next story.

Fun with Danny and Scott - (m/m) Updated April 3rd

Postby Bondwriter » Sat Apr 02, 2016 9:50 pm

Thanks a ton, people. Credits for proper editing go to Nicholas H.
Consider yourself lucky, for here come the first two chapters of the sequel:

Fun with Danny and Scott

Chapter 1 – Meeting in the Hallway

Danny was standing in the wardrobe. He hadn’t decided to hide to play a prank. He’d been ruthlessly caught by the young neighbours he was supposed to babysit. He had not been just grabbed and thrown in the wardrobe just a little while ago. It was close to twenty-four hours now that Greg and Walter, who were cousins, had jumped on him and had conscientiously bound him hand and foot. They’d then demonstrated their skills with rope and various other means, notably tape.

The three boys were supposed to stay a whole week in the cousins’ family’s large countryside estate. Danny being two years older, he was expected to see to it that nothing silly took place. It had turned out that just upon arrival, the boys had chosen to take things in their own hands and warrant a stay without any nagging from their minder. So not only had they restrained him, they had also consistently kept him gagged in a number of creative ways, which had amazed Danny. He was no stranger to tie-up fantasies himself, and gagged characters in fiction sent a faint tingle down his spine; having to endure the boys’ stringent silencing methods had made fantasy a reality.

There had been a number of intimate and sexual activities, from handling his bathroom breaks to having him suck Walter through his shorts; he had been shown the secret basement where Greg and Walter’s uncle had a ‘classroom’, which was more like a dungeon.

On the morning of this second day, after having been dressed up in a kinky school uniform, with an inflated rubber bladder inside his mouth and a kid leather lower face mask to keep it in, he’d been stuck inside a wardrobe, attached to a hanging bar with his ankles tied together and kept in place with rope linking them to two rings at the bottom of each side wall.

The scheme the cousins had hatched was to invite one of their schoolmates from their boarding school. The boy was called Scott, and there had been a few tales of the games that they had played with him. It seemed they liked playing ‘headmaster and unruly pupil’, which had Scott experiment the same ordeals Danny had been given a taste of.

Danny had to wait; without any way to measure time, he was growing impatient fast, locked inside his wardrobe. There was total silence for a while. Eventually, he heard some noise outside; the wardrobe was made of thick wood, so it was muffled. It was a door opening and then voices. He could identify Greg and Walter, and the voice of a woman. He could grasp only bits of conversation.

“… Mrs. Northird, he will be back soon.”

“That’s fine Walter. It’s all agreed with…” The identity of the people it was agreed with escaped him. The next thing Danny grabbed from what he heard caused a more violent reaction.

“… so I’ll be on my way. You have all your things, Scott darling?”

“Hlmmm! Rllm! Mwmm!”

“Yes, mom.”

Danny started shaking and squirming in any way he could; he had to be heard outside. If he didn’t manage to attract this lady’s attention so he would be released, he would be the prisoner of the two playful sadists for a whole week. Along with this boy Scott who would join the class as his fellow-student.

“Mgrmm! Mfffrm!”

The complete immobility of his tongue and filling of his mouth made his own noise faint to Danny.

“What’s this noise, boys?” the lady asked.

“Uh, nothing, the TV must be on in the kitchen.”

There was no TV in the kitchen, but she couldn’t know.

“Good. I’ll leave this time, I need to be back by…”

She was getting farther away. Danny kept trying; he’d been a fraction of an inch away from succeeding; he kept on trying until he heard the large entry door close down, with a formidable reverberation inside the large hall.

Steps came back his way, then past him and he heard the boys -- for he was sure there was more than one – enter the kitchen. Danny had seen a large bag of gear over breakfast; he didn’t know if they had to trick Scott to get all bound and gagged; from their tales he was a young masochist and goaded them into tying him up to do him ‘stuff’.

They were back soon after. Greg’s high-pitched voice was brimming with excitement.

“… he’s going to love seeing us do this to you, Scott. Ha! Ha!”

There was a rattling noise; Walter pulled the unlocked door open to introduce his captive guests to each other.

“Scott, please meet Danny. Danny, please meet Scott.”

“They’re not too polite, they don’t say ‘how do you do’.”

Ignoring Greg’s sarcasm, Danny was getting slowly reacquainted with light. It wasn’t too bright indoors, so he recovered his sight quickly. Facing him, framed by both cousins, a boy, a bit younger than he was, stood in his own school uniform. They were uniforms, so it was the same outfit as he wore: a white shirt and a satiny jacket, some super sexy shorts, long white socks and thoroughly polished black leather shoes. The fourteen-year-old boy in front of him filled the costume quite well. The first impression Danny had was that this was a well wrapped piece of candy.

Scott didn’t look much like Danny had pictured him from the cousins’ tales. He was not a skinny, battered child but a healthy and slightly plump boy a bit taller than Greg or Lester. He had thin light brown hair, and great brown eyes. As for the rest of his face and his mouth, Danny would have to wait until his gag was removed.

Of course Greg and Walter had bundled their schoolmate in ropes: a harness with a crotch rope, and hobbles at the knees. Walter was willing to play the part of the mastermind.

“Glad to see you seem to enjoy each other’s company from the get go. But let’s not dawdle. It is sunny outside, and we wouldn’t want to stay all locked up inside on such a beautiful day. Do we?”

Danny realized the question was for him.

“Mm. Mm.”

Danny had been taught a binary method to communicate, which was to grunt once for yes and twice for no.

“See, Scott, he knows how to answer us the proper way. It took you longer to get it. You remember?”

“MM.” This was an assertive reply, and some of the things they had ‘taught’ him once they’d found out how willing he was to have tie-up fun had been pushed on him with strict methods to say the least. Spending three or four hours wriggling over his bed in a painfully tight hogtie had soon become one of the favourite means his roommates had to submit him to their rules.

“We’ve got a fast learner, and so far you haven’t done anything silly, Scott. So no reason to punish ourselves by having to remain inside these old and dark walls. We may go explore the surroundings; and you’ll benefit from a walk. Some exercise will do you good.”

“They’ll be more focused for the classes later on, so it should be beneficial,” Greg said with an expert tone; he reached inside the wardrobe and started untying the rope keeping his ankles pinned to the wardrobe; then the knot at the hanging bar was undone.

“Step outside, Danny.”

His former babysitter did so and he grabbed the tail between his shoulder blades. It could be used as a leash. Walter was at Danny’s knees, and he bound a hobble at his knees.

“You’re all set, lads, we may get on our way.”

The two pairs of boys crossed the hall, Greg holding on to Danny and Scott being handled by Walter. The black-haired captor opened the door and peeked outside.

“Coast is clear, let’s go.”

Danny knew there was a small portion of house front that could be seen from the road; caution was hence needed.

“Yes, boys, I don’t want some passer-by to see you. We already have to punish Danny for all the fuss he made trying to call Scott’s mom, let’s not add occasions of having him do something foolish.”

The prisoners were made to veer to the right. There were trees and shrubbery in the direction they were heading to.

“My uncle had given us the use of the Hunting Lodge. It’s in the woods, and you both have been told of how nice it is to play, so I can imagine you really would like to see it for real. Plus there are lots of educational activities that can be had in woods.”

Danny imagined that the cousins must have found useful to have nettles or holly under the hand. And binding a prisoner to a tree was certainly something they could do too. The mention of the uncle, who had a weird fascination for tie-up himself was a warning flag for Danny. He had to admit he was confused. The boys were extremely handsome, which was why he’d accepted the babysitting mission in the first place; he got a great kick out of being so thoroughly restrained. He’d had some self-tie-up experience, but it never was as great.

The way Greg and Walter had blown hot and cool, rewarded and punished made the whole adventure a roller-coaster. At some moments he genuinely wanted out, but he no longer had any control over what would happen.

Chapter 2 – Further Introduction in the Hunting Lodge

They were now quite far away from the house and they were into the woods. The walk wasn’t fast but it was steady. It was another bright and sunny morning, and it hadn’t been quite unpleasant so far. They entered a clearing. A wooden hut was built in its middle.

“Here we are, boys, our first stop of the morning.”

Walter was carrying a small bag over his shoulders; he let it slide and got a set of keys out of it. There were two steps to the door; he climbed them in a leap, leaving Scott’s leash to Gregory, who then goaded his charges into following his cousin.

Walter was already opening the shutters so there would be a little sun coming in. Danny had a look; Scott seemed as curious as he was. It wasn’t very big. There were benches, tables, racks on the walls, so it did look like a hunting lodge. Obviously, using it as a hunting lodge would be a bit stupid considering the close distance to the house, Danny thought. But his eyes let him know that the boys’ uncle might have other uses for this place. The hooks, the poles, the rings hanging here and there; in a rather discreet manner the inside had been decorated to accommodate the relative’s bondage activities.

There were two doors at the back of the large room, with a huge chest lying in between. That’s where Walter headed, once he’d opened all of the wood panels to let the light in. He lifted the lid of the chest; the captives got a good sight of his behind.

Greg and Walter on that day had opted for a light and elegant football kit; it sure enhanced their shapes, and viewing the buttocks tenting the satiny fabric almost made Danny forget of his woes and of the feeling of despair he’d felt as Scott’s mother had left, as he hadn’t succeeded in being heard. It seemed the roller-coaster was on a new ride; Danny feared that if it went much higher, it could fall much lower too. The young relatives seemed to be bolder and bolder in their treatments and Danny wondered just how far it would go.

The thing Walter picked out from the chest was a sort of pulley. From having helped relatives who were doing remodelling, Danny knew it was called a pulley block. There were three wheels on this one. Walter grabbed a stool and, now facing his two captive guests, climbed on it; the ceiling was low, and the hook Walter aimed at hung down a four-link chain; he didn’t need to lift his arms too much.

It was high enough to lift the nylon jersey; a line of flesh between the waistband and the hem of the shirt got all the attention from the two prisoners; with their eyes at crotch level, they both looked at the rolling dick that seemed to be crawling under the gleaming shorts. Walter took his time, pretending to adjust the pulley, when it was all well set the first time around. He looked down at the deer caught in the headlights underneath. When he judged they’d ogled his crotch long enough, he let himself down in a cat-like manner.

“My young friends, maybe you want to know a bit more about what we’re about to do. You both know the rules to our Academy, so I won’t repeat you what the number five is.”

Danny had been made to memorize them the evening before; he was good at memorizing stuff, which helped in school, but also came handy when he was the subject of the boys’ devious intentions. Rule number five stated that students would do their best to achieve excellence, and that they would be punished for lack of effort.

“Greg, could you explain which Demerits Scott earned this last term for not trying hard enough?”

The blond beauty had a beaming smile. He stepped a bit forward, so Scott could look at him too.

“Where should we start? Let me see.”

He took out a little notepad from his pocket.

“In May, he had to spend quite a bit of the night in the main hall near the refectory, all bound and gagged, with people around but our little Scott completely unable to get himself noticed. The hall’s a heavy traffic area, and he’d bet that we couldn’t manage to have him bound there without having someone find him. When a large bulletin board was set up there, we knew we could prove him wrong. This had to be some recycled thing from a theatre, the school being notoriously cheap when it came to such things. It was more like a puppet’s theatre; it wasn’t a board set on two posts, as you’d imagine a bulletin board; it was a big rectangle that went to the floor, with sides a little over a foot long. Just wide enough to hide behind.”

“Or in our case, to hide Scott behind!”

“Yes. We got him good. As the place was empty until ten minutes before dinner time, we lured Scott by telling him he’d been summoned there by the headmaster. He headed there merrily, but we had a shortcut and a large bag concealed behind the board. He didn’t see us coming, and we jumped him and trussed him up in less than five minutes.”

Scott had felt more than once like he was a calf and his roommates were training for rodeo. This time they’d outdone themselves. The gag had been more filling than ever, as he’d had both of their pairs of briefs crammed inside his mouth before he’d had his head mummified in gauze. They had ball-tied him; there was another nifty feature to the newly installed contraption: there were handles inside which allowed for anchoring ropes. They had set Scott with his back to the board and they’d passed straps through the handles, going across his knees and ankles and pulling his already cramped body against the board. He’d then been warned that if he didn’t manage to get someone to free him before dinner, they would leave him there until bedtime.

There was no one ever coming on his own, from far away, which would have been the only way that the pitiful wails Scott managed through his nose could have been heard. He cursed himself for having challenged Walter and Greg, who seemed to always find a way to trick him into very intense tie-ups.

The stone walls of the gigantic halls made it quite noisy as soon as a few people’s steps and voices entered it. And group after group of boys or even teachers had walked by Scott, totally unaware that a cruelly bound and gagged boy was concealed behind the bulletin board. They whispered to him after dinner that he had lost the bet, but that they would hold their end of the bargain. It was a perilous expedition to go get him two hours later.

One thing could be said in favour of Greg and Walter: they kept their word at any cost, and if the journey to release Scott was quite difficult, especially since their dorm was in another building, they overcame the many obstacles. Of course, Walter and Greg had locks picks and they’d even managed to copy a pass they’d nipped from a prefect; this made the whole endeavour possible.

“So, we ended up releasing him around nine; it took us thirty minutes just to get to Scott, as it is a maze to navigate the buildings with only one specific pass. Some places you can’t reach without other passes, but this one we knew we could.”

Scott had been greatly relieved. He was rather flexible, and he had even improved a bit in this area since last year, when he’d become roommates with the cousins who soon had shown him what their idea of fun entailed.

“Then, one week later, we challenged him again. This time, there was the school cross-country race. We thought that being outdoors would help. We had to plan a bit in advance, and to fool Scott into following us in checking out a shortcut in the morning. Of course, there was none, but there was a bag with a little bit of equipment, just a few tens of yards of cotton rope and little things like socks and tape. Lots of tape, by the way.”

Scott remembered this dual feeling of thinking ‘Shit! Tricked again!’ and ‘Sweet!’ The bark of the tree he was trussed up to didn’t have the comfort of the attic’s beam but it wasn’t too bad. It was late morning when he’d been seized, and the race started at two o’clock. There were two races, one for the lower forms and one for the higher forms, so it meant that for over two hours, trussed up to a tree behind a bush, Scott saw all the school go by; there were five laps, so he could even see who had passed whom from one to the other.

This was all fine and good, but being under the wind, and being very thoroughly gagged, no one ever heard his attempts at calling for someone to free him.

“… We went to see him for tea. We had a little juice for our friend Scott, who didn’t bicker when we had him drink a little. He seemed so content to be where he was that we gagged him again and tickled him for another hour.”

TBC
Scott remembered he’d been marched on the way back, and that they released him only when the likelihood of being seen got to be very high.

Re: Fun with Danny - the Series - (m/m) Updated April 3rd

Postby Onodera » Mon Apr 04, 2016 4:17 pm

Lol, the story is indeed really great! I don't believe that took almost 20 chapters just to end the first day of the poor Danny and the boy did took a lot during this day on the hand on his cousins xD! But was really cool to follow their stories! The final part of "Fun with Danny" was indeed really hot!

Now it's almost like a new series is starting xD! This time the cousins have 2 bound boys to play, and I am really curious about what they will do together x3! Cannot wait for the next chapter x3! Please, continue with the story :D!
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That's right, now shut up and be a good boy~! <3

Fun with Danny and Scott - Chapters 3 & 4

Postby Bondwriter » Tue Apr 05, 2016 8:25 am

Glad you enjoyed it, Onodera, and thanks for dropping comments.
Here are two more chapters (the whole story should be 28 chapters).

Chapter 3 – Ordeal

Walter took the floor as Greg was done reminiscing some of Scott’s abductions.

“Now, if our pupils can’t try hard enough to succeed, we might try to develop their endurance. Let’s see…”

He took a long roll of what looked like thick twine.

“This is nylon rope, my friends. This is quite solid. You wouldn’t want us to use it to get you into a hogtie, but this is perfect to do what I have in mind.”

He climbed back over the stool and threaded the end around the central wheel. Greg was at the foot of the stool and collected the thin rope, to pass it through a ring in the floor. They did a few more passes; Scott and Danny exchanged worried glances. Greg and Walter seemed to know what they were doing, and were talking of tension, strain, and how to lift weight effortlessly thanks to pulleys. A second rope of a different colour was passed around the wheels. Walter was very meticulous; he didn’t want to entwine them.

They removed the stool and got Danny and Scott to face each other with the lengths of thin rope dangling from the pulley in between them. The red rope’s end was looped around Danny’s foot, the blue one around Scott’s.

The cousins grabbed the two other ends; Walter turned to Scott with the red end in hand. His cousin was smiling at Danny as he showed him the blue piece of rope and pointed to his crotch. It wasn’t to point out he was having a boner, since they’d seen him with tented shorts more often than ‘peaceful’ ones.

As Greg lowered his shorts and briefs and grabbed the boner, he started picturing what kind of kinky test they were about to take. Danny cast a glance in front of him; as the cousins stood at their sides, he had a fine view of Scott’s erect cock. This wasn’t the largest one he’d seen, but it was no little boy’s; the absence of any hair was certainly due to some devious bet the cousins had made with him too.

He saw Walter turn around the base of the other boy’s dick with three turns of the rope before he knotted it. Soon, Greg had done the same and entrapped his scrotum and penis’ base with three turns of the rope. As Walter then kneeled to Scott’s foot, loosened the turns around it and tugged from above.

Greg was doing the same and Danny’s cock and balls were well bound and his blond captor was also tightening the whole set-up. Once they’d both removed all the slack from the various lengths of this thick twine that went from floor to ceiling, they were pulling on the other boy’s dick.

Walter had Scott lift his foot in the air; he then looped and knotted the rope around it again.

Greg did the same to Danny. It now became clear what would happen; Danny saw what the ordeal entailed. Walter didn’t mind being more explicit; he still had to give a few explanations.

“You’re clever lads, so now you see where the ropes go; put your foot down, and your fellow-pupil will get a nice pull to his cock and balls!”

Their feet were only five inches above the floor and there was still a little slack in the ropes; when Scott, under the crowd’s cheers, eventually put his foot down six minutes later, Danny didn’t get his genitals ripped off as he’d feared. He did open his eyes wide and wailed in his gag from the shock. Scott lifted his knee again, and Danny felt a little relief. It happened once again three minutes later.

Danny was sweating from the exertion; of course, he was bound to put his foot down at one moment or another. He looked at Scott and apologized in his gag. He could see the result as Scott also reacted with wide eyes. He tried to contain himself nonetheless and he must have gritted his teeth hard; Danny didn’t hear a complaint.

Greg and Walter had grabbed chairs and were now betting on who would be next. They would encourage their champion of the moment with language that wouldn’t have been off on a racetrack.

“Yes, Scott, go for it, my lad! You can do it, you can do it!”

Danny wondered if the ropes were slacker and slacker or if he was getting used to the tug given unwillingly to his manhood. He was relieved when after over fifteen minutes the cousins moved to them and untied their feet from the loop of rope.

Both contestants stretched and tried to regain some comfort for their legs.

“This wasn’t bad, yet I can’t say this was good either. Now Greg, should we have another try to see if they pass our endurance test?”

“Mmmph! Gblmm…”

“Mmmh! Rmrmfmmph!”

“I didn’t ask you. So, Greg?”

“They should manage. We can’t go for mid-range results anyway.”

“I agree. The next round will be short if they succeed. You’re going to both keep your foot up for five minutes. Then we can move on to something else.”

Greg and Walter grabbed the feet again; it felt like it was much higher this time; and it was.

“Watch out, this isn’t the wussy way, your foot is a couple inches higher, so imagine the feeling of your partner if you fail.”

The tormentors held on to the feet while Walter was giving a countdown.

“… Three… Two… One… Go!”

Scott and Danny locked eyes. They couldn’t speak, but Danny could feel the sympathetic look of his fellow prisoner. He tried to express a similar feeling. They both lifted their leg as high as they could before letting it down a little. Having a reflection of what happened to him and being in the same predicament as his counterpart, Danny could feel a mysterious force helping him to hold on.

A fine sheen of sweat was now covering the captives’ foreheads. Greg was rooting for Scott and Walter for Danny; it was clear to the two prisoners that they weren’t competing against each other; they had to bring down the cousins and wipe the smirk off Walter’s face. The boys started counting down again thirty seconds before the announced ending time. Ten seconds before the end, they crouched down again, ready to untie the boys’ feet.

There was no trick. It was high time they freed the boys’ feet, as both were about to drop them. While Danny didn’t like the wicked games the boys played, he had to admit they weren’t too unfair. This proved to be the case with this trial once again. As he untied the rope looped around Danny’s genitals, Greg commented.

“This is a good display of stamina and of some kind of team spirit.”

“Yup. They didn’t do too bad. We might make something out of them eventually. There is still work to do, though. Should we go and play outdoors for a little bit of fun before lunch?”

There was another of their comedy act, when they pretended to discuss options whereas the plan had been decided upon long before. It was always an occasion to blabber about captives and get them annoyed, which was always fun with gagged dissidents who wanted in the conversation.

“And since we haven’t tested Danny’s calling out enough, I think he should be the one trying in the game I have in mind. It won’t hurt to develop his talent; he’s been doing well so far, but we shouldn’t let him rest on his laurels.”

With the shorts pulled up and the legs’ hobbles checked, Scott and Danny walked out, followed by the younger boys who held on to the leashes. They were told to take a path on the right.

“We’re taking a walk around the playfield. Where we walk will be the limits, so have a good look if you want to have a few landmarks in mind when you play.”

The group walked three laps around the field the cousins had chosen for the game; Danny was looking around and assessing the environment; he saw distinctive trees and little mounds, some bright paint on trees that had to mean something to the people who took care of woodcutting. The playing field was a square with its side between one and two hundred metres. This made for a big play area; now, what game would they have in mind?

They were back at their starting point.

“So, now you know the limits; it’s simple, really, the paths we’ve taken are the borders, and you shouldn’t go beyond. Clear for everybody?”

Nods and grunts meant he’d made himself clear.

Chapter 4 – Playing in the Woods

“We’re going to play our version of ‘Hide and seek’. Greg will take Danny with him, find a nice tree to tie him up to, truss him up rigorously and then Scott has half an hour to find him. He can use his ears and his eyes for this round. Should we change their gags, Greg? The rubber plug Danny has makes it almost too easy for us to win.”

“Yes, we need a challenge, too. Maybe you can gag him with scarves and socks only.”

“If you use socks, stick them inside his mouth; having some of your stinkers on top of his gag could be detected by Scott from a distance.”

Gregory was only half-pleased at the mention of his feet smelling. He should have considered this a quality considering it provided top notch material for torments when playing tugs; he still had some trouble being proud of his bodily odours.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, Walt; I know what to do. Will you keep an eye on Scott?”

“Yes, let me blindfold him so he isn’t tempted to cheat and to look where you’re going.”

Once Scott was no longer able to see, Greg prompted Danny to walk.

“Straight ahead for now, lad; and no funny stuff.”

Danny started as instructed, with Greg behind holding the leash. He was keeping his head up and straight proudly.

“Nice gait, Thunder. I’ll give you a double helping of hay when we get you back to the stable!”

Rather than being freaked out by being compared to an animal, Danny felt a tingle of pride for the praise.

“Turn right after this tree, good…”

He stepped between two bushes; they were quite close to the path, but having stepped through the undergrowth, they no longer could see it. There was a smooth tree trunk right in the middle; a maple tree, possibly, though its leaves were way above and Danny couldn’t be sure.

“This is it, Danny. I’ll remind you once more that you’re still our guest and that we will punish any escape attempt severely. We haven’t been too mean so far, have we? You’ve even enjoyed yourself a bit?”

If a good indicator of Danny’s satisfaction was the ratio of time spent having a hefty boner over time spent as a ‘guest’ of Greg and Walter’s, the kidnapped babysitter couldn’t really say he was unhappy. He chose not to reply; Greg didn’t press the matter. He had Danny stand against the tree. He had him hold a balled handkerchief with the back of his head.

“Not a move. If you drop the hankie, Walter will be told you tried to escape.”

Danny froze, not willing to endure the diminutive black-haired boy’s wrath. Greg retrieved a large bin liner that he had put there in preparation in the morning. It featured a rope set, and the traditional materials needed to restrain and silence.

Greg did the upper arms, shoulders and torso first. Danny had considered an attempt at escape, being one to one with his captor. But Greg knew his way with ropes and used those of the harness to keep him restrained while he released his wrists so he could get him close to the tree trunk. Ten minutes later, his upper body was closely united to the tree; the legs followed suit. Danny was wondering how he could thwart the boys’ plans.

“Now for a different gag, so you have a small chance of winning the game.”

Before he deflated the rubber bulb and removed the mask and bladder, Greg got a small plastic bag from his rucksack. He had it in his hand as he handled the gag’s removal, and the scent, or the stench, rather, struck Danny’s nostrils in full force. His distress showed and prompted another warning from his pint-sized tormentor.

“As Walter said, we can’t have the socks outside the gag. It would be too easy to detect you by smell; there’s one of mine, and there’s actually one of Scott’s. We had him change when he arrived. That’s another way to get acquainted with your new mate. If there is the smallest sound, the game is ruined. We’d leave you here on your own while I go and play with Walt and Scott.”

This was a quandary. Danny was afraid of the toxic fumes; at the same time, the boys kept their word, which not only meant that they released them when they’d said they would; they also didn’t make idle threats.

Greg’s swift flick of the wrist saved him from having to make a choice. As the rubber bladder dribbling with drool was taken out, the ball of smelly footwear replaced it almost instantaneously. The taste was foul; deep inside, Danny felt a dark thrill nevertheless at discovering the appeal this could have.

A long dish towel folded in its diagonal was used as a cleave to keep the bundled socks in. A wide cotton band, probably something cut out of cotton sheets was used as an over the mouth layer. Greg added another layer. The cotton strip was wider and it covered his nose, and went down below his chin.

There was something in the boys’ technique when it came to tightening these that was masterful. They always got all the slack out little by little; when they were done, no matter how he shook his head, the scarves didn’t move.

Greg used this on him again, and as he pulled the ends together tighter and tighter as he started his square knot. This pulled the cotton tight against his face, uniting in one block the whole of Danny’s lower face, mouth-filling included. His jaws were locked as well, and the solid block Greg managed to make the second loop and knot it while giving away very little slack.

Danny realized that this wasn’t any better to make himself heard than the inflatable plug gag he’d been equipped with just before. The reason Greg had put forward to cram the smelly socks inside his mouth was also dubious; unless Scott had the smell of a hunting dog, Danny thought there was little chance he would pick up his presence from a distance just from the socks.

Greg was checking his rope work, tugging here and loosening there. The angles the ropes made with the tree meant there was very little to be gained from moving and twisting. He eventually patted the front of Danny’s shorts.

“Everything seems in order. I’ll rush back to see the others and get Scott started in his quest. You’re always welcome if you want to escape, but then you’d better make sure you can run away fast before we catch you. See you in a bit.”

Danny was alone, trussed up to his tree, a big and naughty gag making him completely helpless. Despite Greg’s threat, Danny couldn’t help but test his bonds to find a flaw he could exploit. It was difficult to picture which coil was linked to which, until of course the moment when he identified which coil was tightened by trying to loosen another one.

At the same time, he was trying to chew off the cleave gag; the size of the ball of socks made it almost impossible to have his teeth touch; he could move his lower jaw around just a little bit, and he didn’t know if the little grinding his back teeth managed would be enough to cut through the cotton.

Time flies when you’re busy, and Danny was well occupied with his attempt at identifying the weakness in the bonds and gag, using all his wits and his strength to succeed in his attempt. It seemed Greg had barely left him when he heard steps close. Through the foliage, he saw two shapes; it had to be Scott and one of the cousins accompanying him. Danny wondered to what extent Scott was willing to be the boys’ prisoner. The stories they’d told, if they were true, made it hard to believe he’d accepted their invitation if he didn’t like these games. He had this look of surprise when he’d seen Danny inside the wardrobe; he’d also seemed genuinely upset by the predicament they’d been put in. And they didn’t leave him seek Danny on his own.

Having no clue if it was a good thing to be found, Danny tried his luck.

“Mmmm! Mmm! Mmm!”

He couldn’t even articulate the smallest sound and the faint hum that came out of his nose barely rang to his own ears. There was a little wind, so the rustling of the leaves was a steady noise that increased in volume when a gust blew over the forest. Danny also realized that he was against the wind for people walking on the path and that these made his chance of having Scott hear him quite faint. The dull colours of his uniform wouldn’t be seen through the bushes, especially if he remained motionless.

Danny didn’t give up, but he saw the pair pass by. The boy leading Scott liked fair-play: he didn’t chat and make noise himself to drown out any muffled call of the target. They disappeared from his sight and he was alone again.

Ten minutes later, the team came back the other way; he was still as undetectable as they passed by him again. Danny wondered what would happen once the half hour would be up. He didn’t have to wait this long; Greg was back three minutes later.

“Game update, Dan. Scott is completely hopeless when it comes to rescuing you. We decided to extend the game so he has a better chance.”

TBC

Fun with Danny and Scott Chapters 5 & 6 - (m/m) Updated April 10th

Postby Bondwriter » Sun Apr 10, 2016 4:26 am

Time for more adventures for Danny and Scott...

Chapter 5 – Back to the Lodge for Kinky Fun

Greg approached Danny; he started inspecting the ropes, the gag’s knot. He adjusted the over the mouth scarf a little; his subsequent focus was again on Danny’s front pouch. The touch of the fingers and, strangely, the prospect of remaining trussed up to the tree longer both made the kidnapped babysitter really hard.

“I see there’s someone else who would like to escape…”

His hand went from probing to kneading; the tips of his fingers softly touched the erect cock, with the thumb running along, occasionally brushing the cockhead.

“But he won’t… Just as you, Danny, we’re going to keep you our captive for a very long time…”

This was major dirty talk to Danny, he had to shamefully admit, and as Greg went on wanking him while letting him know of all the bondage ordeals they had in store, the expected result came quickly. A spasm ran through the trussed up boy, and he started shooting his load in his shorts. The high-pitched wail lasted until he almost passed out and he had to take in some air. Greg had removed his hand when his orgasm had kicked in. He looked at Danny with a sorry smile.

“Oops. I’m not sure you were supposed to jizz your shorts, Danny Boy. I’ll go see the others; Walter will tell you later what the rules say about this.”

He was gone again. In his post-orgasmic state and with the wetness that had invaded his shorts starting to seep along his thighs, Danny felt the need to escape once again; his restrained twisting and squirming resumed. He gathered his wits; he had to free himself. No doubt Greg knew perfectly well what ordeal they would put Danny through in case of a ‘leak’. If they kept escalating in their bondage enthusiasm, it could reach a point when it no longer would be fun.

The tension he’d exerted over the coils of rope pinning him to the tree had eventually gotten him somewhere. His right wrist felt like it could be pulled out of the loop that kept it against the trunk. Tucking his thumb inside his palm, trying to make his hand the thinnest, Danny started sliding it out, millimetre by millimetre. He got it free after a few minutes; this was stage one only. Now he had to get his elbow unstuck too.

Alas, Danny didn’t have time to apply his problem-solving expertise to triumph of this puzzle. There were cheers and laughter coming his way; it seemed the time Scott had been granted to find Danny was up.

“You lost again Scott; now we’ve passed this place twice and you didn’t see Danny ten feet away!”

Danny could see them now. Scott was on a leash again, and he looked as miffed as the cousins were happy. Walter passed the leash to Greg as he approached Danny. He frowned as he noticed the dark patch in his shorts; it had dried a bit, so the edges displayed a whitish colour that left no doubt as to what had happened. At least, of what Danny had done; Walter was not going to search for fingerprints over the glossy fabric to find out the real culprit was Greg.

“Now, getting an orgasm just from being trussed up to a trunk, this is something new.”

“Mmmph! Mmm! MMm!”

Greg’s fingers weren’t made of wood.

“Danny is a horny lad, Walt. It’s not this surprising.”

“Maybe; it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do anything about it. This is a clear breach of rule number six, and even if we don’t act on it now, it should be written down so we may have remedial action later on.”

‘Remedial action’. Danny was going to be put through some nasty ordeal. Walter was checking the ropes now. Oops.

“Hey Greg, check this out! He got his wrist free!”

“Really?”

Greg was surprised; he came to look at it.

“Yup, I could have tightened the wrists more, but this would have probably cut off his circulation. This means we should really use cuffs and more secure restraints on our Houdini apprentice.”

This bruise to his ego triggered Greg in taking things in his hands.

“Scott lost. Danny came in his shorts and tried to escape. I’d say we’ve been quite nice trying to give them some fresh air and some outdoors fun. Considering that’s how they pay us back, we should take them back to the classroom and have them undergo a less relaxed training.”

“I don’t really disagree with you, Greg. Yet I think our friends might be a bit too happy of meeting another friend they like watching and being close to. I’d say going back to the classroom is an excellent idea; but we could maybe empty their balls so they don’t fear a breach of rule number six in a close future.”

Greg looked at him puzzled; he then had a grin that only Walter caught.

“A milking contest, this would put a little competition among our friends. I’d go for seeing how well they work as a team before…”

“Yes, we might even have them run in a three-legged race to the house.”

“It won’t be much of a race if they’re the only team.”

“This might allow us to set a baseline and see how they improve in the coming days.”

“Great! Let’s do this.”

The two captives were prepared for more fun, with Danny released from the tree only to have his right leg linked to Scott’s left one. He didn’t have much hair and his skin felt smooth. The way their hips brushed against each other’s in their tight shorts made Danny tingle. Ropes were looped and lashed at the boy’s ankles, the knees, both above and below, and at the top of their thighs.

They were the same size, so it didn’t make their progression too difficult. The swishing hazel switches Greg and Walter brandished were more difficult to dodge. If they aimed well, the grunts that ensued came from both contestants.

As they reached the door leading to the kitchen at the back of the building, Walter clicked on his stopwatch.

“Nine minutes and twenty-two seconds. Not bad. I’m sure with a little practice, they will manage to move much faster.”

The four boys crossed the kitchen, with the two bound and gagged captives in the middle, Walter at the front and Greg at the back. They crossed the hall, went past the corridor to the other hall, where the entry to the classroom they had taken Danny to the day before was.

Walking down the staircase required some coordination for the Siamese boys; the count provided by Walter helped them to manage. They were brought straight away in front of the pupil desks.

“It seems a little lesson on rule number six is in order for our two miscreants. Don’t you agree, Greg?”

“I sure do. I know you love rule number six lessons.”

Danny felt a shiver running along Scott; Greg leaned behind them to untie the bonds that made them a team.

“Scott remembers some of the rule number six lessons, apparently, Walt.”

“Oh, yes, though this time our way to handle it will be just the opposite way from this we use on you Scott. No cage for your cock this time; but we’d better milk you boys well. We should help you to release all this pent-up energy that prevents you from performing as good little boys should. And as milking is a hard job, we’re going to let you handle it.”

“MMmblmmmph?”

“Ummfmmph!”

“They’re enthusiastic about it, at least. Yes, boys, we’re going to have a little contest. Which of you give the best hand job? I see someone’s who’s glad he’s gagged as it saves him from a blow job…”

This person was a figment of Walter’s imagination, as both captives would have been willing to trade their hefty gag against their fellow prisoner’s dick. They were first bound standing, their legs tied to the foot of desks that were close; they stood facing each other, not even two feet apart.

“The rules of the game are simple. In turns, you will have a hand freed, and you will wank your friend. We’ll time how long it takes you to get him to shoot his wad. Then you switch places. If you need more than half an hour to get your mate to cum, it’s over for you. Is it clear?”

It sounded clear, so there were nods and affirmative single grunts.

“Danny, you start working your magic.”

The cousins put a wide belt around Danny’s waist with rings all along. They bound his left wrist to one of these behind his back; his right arm was completely free. Walter had reset his stopwatch.

Chapter 6 – Tending to Others’ Needs

During the time it took Walter to say “Ready, steady, go!” Danny got his first good look at Scott’s face. His big soft eyes and his obedient little boy look didn’t match the boner that distended his shorts and that Danny was to fondle. He was close, he could feel the heat from his body and breathe in the faint sweaty smell of someone who’s been exercising for a few hours.

As the start was given, Danny’s nimble fingers reached for the waistband, removing the button before gripping the fly and zipping it down. The underwear was pulled down, letting Scott’s six inches of cock writhe out in the open air. As Danny grabbed the big tool, he caught a whiff of its fine, stimulating smell.

Danny tried to get a feel of the dick. He had masturbated for three years and had developed somewhat of an expertise. Yet he knew that not all boys reacted the same and liked the same thing done to their dicks. But he was all for exploring what made Scott tick.

He seized it with his fingers tip. It was swollen, and moist and hard. It twitched under his touch. He wrapped the hard mast with his fingers and started shaking, and Scott’s whole body started vibrating in response. Confident he had found the ultimate technique to provide pleasure to Scott, Danny replied in kind by reinforcing his grasp and amplifying the range and frequency of his move. The pair started vibrating at the same rate, which grew faster and faster.

“Forty-three seconds!” Walter announced when Scott blew his load over Danny’s shirt. “That’s our Scott all right.”

Greg found this equally amusing.

“Scott is such a horny little puppy… We’ll see if Danny is up to his promiscuous mate.”

The switch was made promptly, with Scott’s soggy prick put back inside his briefs and shorts. Scott wasn’t bashful either when it came to kneading other boys’ dicks. When he was given authorization to start, he plunged his hand inside the shorts and handled the pulling down of the shorts and undies in three seconds.

Danny had been anticipating this moment for ten minutes; when the warm palm and fingers engulfed his six inches of meat, Danny gasped in the gag. The hand closed on his dick with a good pressure and it started moving up and down.

All this time Danny had his eyes riveted to Scott’s. His gagged face displayed a mild expression. Danny was slowly melting. Scott increased his pace a little and Danny moaned his approval. There was more kneading, more shaking and more twisting, and Danny started a low guttural sound that increased in pitch until he gushed out his seed over Scott’s shirt.

“Four minutes and twenty-two seconds! He’s more demanding, isn’t he?”

“It might be that Scott is just a slut in heat?”

There was laughter and a grunted protest. The cousins wiped summarily the cum from the shirts and fiddled with their captives’ bonds to initiate round two. Danny thought he had the knack to get the other boy to come; he applied the technique that had worked so well the first time. Scott was still as eager. He managed to double his first score, which still left him under a minute and a half.

Danny basked in the smell of cum; it took one more minute to climax. The muffled moans seemed to entertain his young neighbours tremendously.

“We have two puppies in heat. Write down the times, Walt, this might last a while!”

There were five rounds before eventually Danny passed the half hour limit. Scott had always come much faster than he did, so there wasn’t much contest anyway after the third or fourth round. What Danny noticed as the game went on was that Scott explored and tried new things, having finger caress his foreskin or having his pinkie tingle his ball sack.

As Scott experimented, Danny felt like his game partner was reading through his eyes how each little variation affected him. The boy seemed intent on giving him as much pleasure as he could.

“Glad we had the idea of having these two meet. It’s going to be a lot of fun having them around at the same time. Say, Greg, doesn’t it make you a bit horny?”

“Yup. I think it’s time we get our share of the fun. And I’m willing to make an exception to the gag rule so they can suck our cocks.”

Both exhausted contestants in the masturbation contest looked at their captors with wide eyes.

“Mmmphggm!!!”

“Mmml Mpmml!”

“Yes, it may be a nice appetizer for them if we have lunch afterwards.”

“Are you kidding? I feel so ready to explode that one of them is going to get his daily nutritional requirements in one shot!”

Greg was really in dire need of relief. He chose Scott, not even asking Walter; their roommate was a true value and there would always be time to try out what Danny was like when giving head later on. Walter stood by Danny who couldn’t do a thing as Scott was untied from the foot of the desk.

The removal of his gag took a while, and Scott was made to kneel down in front of Greg. The blond boy lowered his shorts and let his five and a half inches of manhood spring out from his shorts.

Scott took him with his lips at first, and soon he opened and took the knob of the dick in. He wiggled his tongue and did sucking motions with his mouth and Greg didn’t resist much. The lukewarm and moist mouth welcomed the flow caused by the release that shook Greg from the root of his hair down to the tip of his toes. Scott sucked and swallowed avidly. Danny, still standing bound and gagged, couldn’t believe how easily his fellow-captive had caught the knob and worked it up all the way to what had been an intense orgasm.

Danny had his experience of the previous night with Walter, so he had an idea of how it would go down. His legs were released and he was made to stand in front of Walter. The cunning neighbour removed the gag, after having reminded Danny of the silence rule.

“Not only are you not going to say a word, but I expect you to perform your duties without giving me any teeth, all right? Open big and let your tongue do its job! The older teen kneeled down and got to work, taking half the prick in his mouth, and he started pumping on it. Walter didn’t ram his cock down his throat, for which he was grateful, but he required pace and stamina.

“Good, good, gooood! Faster!”

Danny was willing to oblige; he was glad that Walter happened to be quite stimulated already and that it didn’t take that long before it was over, with a short but plentiful fountain springing inside his mouth and soon retreating.

He kept his mouth open, free from any wadding or dirty briefs, or a cock, for the first time in ages. He savoured the moment and made sure he wouldn’t make any noise that would have them enact some disciplinary action on him. But his obedience wasn’t rewarded with mercy, as a large wad of silk was crammed into his mouth.

While Walter had been busy getting sucked, Greg had put the next gag on Scott. It was his socks, which were quickly removed, and his head was mummified with the expert technique they had developed by actually doing a bit of research and then of experiments. Scott had been a great mannequin so they could try their various finds on how to immobilize a head with rolls of gauze.

So it was Scott’s two wide eyes Danny saw as he stood from having serviced Walter. In white swathing. Danny was lucky, Greg had even had time to rid him of his shorts and soiled underwear, which he was now cramming inside Danny’s mouth.

“Mmmph!”

“Yes, Danny Boy, rule number three is still applicable, and sucking on Scott’s cum-covered undies will make for a nice meal.”

Danny wondered if they would really have him skip lunch. His breakfast was far away and he couldn’t imagine spending the afternoon without something.

“Coban wrap is handy to make a good job with just a few turns. But then you know which angles to attack, and adapt to the morphology of your captive to make sure that he can’t open his mouth to spit out what you’ve crammed inside.”

The demonstration of these sound principles helped as a tactile aid for Danny to understand the theoretical background. His jaws were impossible to pull apart more than a twelfth of an inch, with five rings of the sticky material encircling his head and covering it all. And the piece of underwear, tasting cum only thankfully, made for an effective plug; the white rubbery material outlined his skull as well as it did with Scott. This was quite strict.

“Good, boys, we’ve fed you your lunch but we still have to get ours. I say this’ll be a good occasion to see if you can be of some use to us. Let’s get back upstairs.”

TBC

FWDS - Ch. 7 & 8 - (m/m) Updated April 17th

Postby Bondwriter » Sat Apr 16, 2016 8:12 pm

Two more chapters of the thrilling adventures of the two captives in Walter and Greg's claws...

Chapter 7 – Adventures in the Kitchen

The transportation took its time, with all the handling and hobbling involved, but twenty minutes later Greg and Walter’s prisoners were hobbled with four inches of slack at wrists, knees and ankles, both naked from the waist down with their young cocks going through various stages of unrest, their heads swathed in the wide cohesive tape; they were toiling for Greg and Walter, who were giving them instructions. The cooking, as Danny had experimented before, was not overly complex, since it consisted in taking frozen food and microwaving it. They were skilled enough to handle this with guaranteed results, and they passed on their knowledge to their elders who did just as they said, picking the things from the freezer, checking the time needed, programming it and starting the machine.

The food the cousins had in their freezer was rather high-grade, and it smelled very good when Scott and Danny were made to serve the meal to Greg and Walter. Scott stood on Greg’s right; Danny mirrored him at Walter’s side. They were to serve the dishes by the right, and remove anything by the left. They’d been warned repeatedly not to get confused. But notes had been taken in their little notebook, as both boys had ended up being confused by a stream of requests. This was great fun for the cousins, who taunted their charges even further.

Now it felt like real torture to Danny. Walter was almost done with his meal, he had an eye on the last plate he had to remove when he would be completely done, and he wondered how far the joke would go. The pleasant fumes from the game they had served had whet his appetite, and made the long eating time of the two chatty relatives become an ordeal as it went.

“You’re too fidgety, Danny. I think I’ll solve this for you, as your service is done for now.”

Walter leaped from his chair and changed the shackles from the front to the back.

“Scott will clean up by himself. You stand on my right so I can reach you if I need to. Don’t try to dodge or you’ll get a good smacking that will let your bottom stinging.”

Danny knew the threat could become reality. It had before. He stood still, and Walter’s hand came crawling over him, caressing his buttocks and then fondling his genitals.

“I want my boy at attention.”

Rule number six or not, under the tutelage of the authoritative younger boy, in tight inescapable bondage and with the sight of Scott being similarly approached by Greg –though with his hands still in front– there was no way Danny could hold on for long. His first shots landed over the tablecloth, which made Greg laugh.

“You see, Greg, I think we really can’t start serious lessons with these two before we have managed to milk them completely dry.”

Greg made a sorry face; then he beamed with a mischievous smile.

“This’ll take time, but this is something we have plenty of at the moment.”

He fondled Scott a bit faster, and had him cream the table cloth also.

“And if they challenge our stamina, we’ll see who gets tired first.”

“Ok, I’ll go get something for them to wear for the early afternoon punishment.”

There were concerned grunts from the two involved parties; it seemed it had all been a punishment so far and there was still the question of the meal.

Walter didn’t leave them for long. He came back with two adult-sized nappies.

“I’m not really sure how long we’re going to leave you inside the food pantry; you both know it, and it’ll certainly be much more fun with two of you. So to avoid having to check on you all the time, it might be better if you are protected. These were left over by friends of my grandparents. The label says they may gather up to two litres of liquid.”

Danny, still standing, was getting frantic. He felt this was gross and he couldn’t imagine having to piss or shit in nappies; he’d been out of them for fourteen years, no way would he be made to wear one.

Resolve isn’t the only thing that matters when you’re a captive. So Danny was wearing just a nappy, as did Scott, and they’d both been bundled inside the large food pantry. The only other thing they wore was the wrapping mummifying their heads. They were facing each other again, but this time their hands were above their heads and their bodies had been tightly pressed against each other with lots of rope and skills. Their crotches were pressed against each other. The thick wadding of absorbent material in the nappy made all this proximity useless, as their cocks were trapped behind the thickness of cotton. It didn’t prevent either of them from sporting an erection, though it was a bit crushed by the nappy, and they couldn’t feel their companion’s cock.

For the rest, Danny was getting some more experience of Scott. His skin was soft, he smelled sweaty but still in a good way, and his subtle squirming kept Danny in his aroused state.

Scott was a mystery for Danny, he seemed very willing, then he showed reluctance or fear. At some point, their gags would be removed and Danny hoped he could find out more about the fascinating boy.

“All right, boys, we’ll switch the light off so you’re not disturbed during your nap. Don’t worry, you’ll be in here five hours at the most.”

The door was closed and locked despite the furious protests inside.

Reality settled in for Danny: he was trussed up closely to a bondage masochist who was super-hot, in a dreaded nappy and possibly in this weird position for the whole freaking afternoon. Wasn’t life grand?

Danny settled down, trying to see the bright side of the situation. Scott’s warm body against his felt nice, it smelled rather good and he was bound and gagged as he’d never been before. This didn’t suppress his hunger and the lassitude he felt at the endless detention he was in.

He kept on yelling but no one came. Scott had fallen quiet too. Danny could feel the grinding motion of Scott’s hips. With the nappy, he couldn’t feel much through his cock; but this was enough to find out Scott was again sporting a Grade-A boner, which he felt peaking through the heavy mass of cellulose.

The motions and grunts were now familiar to Danny. When a longer wail was accompanied by the tense body slumping down as if nerveless, Danny knew his companion had climaxed again. If Scott got punished when he broke this so-called rule number six, he had to be under punishment all the time.

They both relaxed for a while. Danny was now feeling an urge to pee. He hadn’t been for a long time. Yet, the idea of feeling his own piss warm up the nappy and staying there disgusted him. He tightened his sphincters and tried to think of something else.

The door opened with joyful shouts accompanying the light entering in.

“We’re back, pupils! It was just a joke; you’re going to get something to eat! And we’ll even take you to the bathroom!”

The routine was familiar, but there was still as much care involved in handling these matters. The bathroom break at least was first. They put Danny in shorts once he’d performed his duties; thanks for small favours, he was rid of the humiliating accessory.

He heard Walter scold Scott for having sprayed his nappy with boy juice, and apparently copiously. There was some reminder of rule number six.

Greg and Walter had still not left their guard down when it came to preventing Danny from saying anything either. They were as thorough with their new guest. It was too bad Scott hadn’t picked up on the Morse message Danny had tried to cast when they hung in the pantry. With all the fun being kidnapped was, he still had to get Scott as an ally to manage to escape. His neighbours would certainly admire him if he succeeded in getting out from their clutches.

The gag that followed the glass of water and the rice pudding they were given were basic: Greg and Walter had removed their ankle socks and they made two bundles, each featuring one of theirs. Walter removed his hand from Danny’s mouth as he brought the bundle to his lips; Danny opened obediently and the bundle was stuffed in his gob.

“You’ll both get to suck on our feet. This is nothing fancy as a gag, but it always works fine. It’s easy to put it on or to remove it. Not that you’re going to need it removed for a while now,” Greg said.

“They won’t, that’s for sure. Now we have even more reasons to keep you quiet, Danny: you shouldn’t be able to talk with Scott. God knows what wicked plans two little rascals like you could make up if given free rein.”

Walter bound a school tie between Danny’s teeth, yanking on it hard so the socks were to the back of his mouth, the corners of his mouth pulling towards each other as his lips closed as a beak.

Greg had taken a large cotton towel. It was thin; he folded it diagonally and repeated the operation until he got a bandage that was a little over two inches long. This he applied across Danny’s mouth, adjusting it so it would be right under his nose and keeping his chin. He then tightened the scarf gradually. At the end, he yanked one last big time and he tied a square knot at the nape of his neck

“Can you speak now?”

“Mmm Mmm.”

“You’d better not anyway. Greg, can you take him upstairs and prepare him for the game?”

“I’d love to. Should I hide the key so he sees it now?”

“Good idea. Meanwhile, I’ll check Scott’s shorts. We want him to start with clean ones.”

Chapter 8 – Torture Pole

Danny was pushed towards the attic where he’d spent his first afternoon of captivity. He was hobbled, so Greg clung to him so he wouldn’t fall or worse, do something that broke the rules.

Once up there, the coils of rope already wrapped around the central beam allowed for an easy change of position. First the legs, then the torso and the arms eventually. The first sign Danny gave of not obeying totally got him a scalding reprimand.

“You don’t even want to go there, Danny. You’ll get a very warm butt if you go on like this.”

Greg did his job swiftly. Once he was satisfied with his babysitter’s immobility, he took a key from his chest pocket and went to set it under the wardrobe.

“The key to Scott’s cuffs. Hope you can help him find his way. If he doesn’t I’d say your stay here might be longer.”

This was crazy. How could Danny give any indication to someone who didn’t get Morse code and who couldn’t see?

He was behind Danny, seeing to the knots that had been tied behind the beam. Danny heard a whisper in his ear.

“Want to break rule number six again? Walter doesn’t need to know about it.”

He slid his hands inside Danny’s shorts.

“It seems you do, my horny little colt. Let Uncle Greg solve this little inflation issue for you.”

In two seconds, the gorgeous boy was kneeling in front of him, pulling his shorts down and taking the first three inches of his cock inside his warm and moist mouth. The sucking and the caresses from the tongue or palate had Danny slowly rise to orgasm; as he shot his wad, the sucking got stronger as Greg was eagerly swallowing his seed.

The little mouth didn’t want to leave him alone and went on sucking him, like Greg thought that like with an ice-cream cone, the more you sucked the less of it there was.

Danny was about to show that his dick could be made bigger from sucking, as he was feeling growing hard again when they heard the sound of the panel at the bottom of the staircase; Walter and Scott were coming.

Greg stood, pulling Danny’s shorts back up. He looked straight into his charge’s eyes.

“No one will know. This is our little secret,” he whispered, “You can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“Mmm.”

“Good lad. Not a word, now; they’re coming.”

Greg put a finger over his lips and beamed his cutest smile. He turned around as the other team arrived, Scott chained, gagged and blindfolded preceding Walter.

“It took you ages, Walt, did Scott give you any trouble?”

“Not really, but as I checked his shorts, there was a stain once again so I had to change him.”

“We should start making porn. Scott is as enduring as all these stallions in porn videos.”

“His dick isn’t as big, though.”

“It isn’t small either, if you compare it to say, yours, Walt. But I’m not too much into huge dicks myself. Scott is a vigorous little pup, that’s all. We’ll wear him out.”

“Good, lads, this is all very fine but we’re not here to discuss your horniness. What matters is that Danny may assist Scott in finding the key that opens the padlocks keeping it in chains. You may start.”

The two cousins went to sit down on the sofa, preparing for a display of ingenuity.

Danny said ‘wardrobe’ but it sounded much like ‘grm uhm’. He spoke to himself saying table. This sounded just the same. There were lots of objects and furniture that featured two syllables in their noun, so maybe this wouldn’t work.

He kept an interested eye on Scott, whose tactics seemed unclear. He was taking hobbled steps, slowly, towards Danny. Danny turned towards his neighbours, asking with his eyes what Scott was doing.

They beamed a quietly ironic smile; Scott, much like a zombie who has spotted brains, had used Danny’s voice as a guide for more cock. His hands were chained behind his back. Once he was stuck to the pole-tied boy, he spun on his heel.

He cupped both of his hands to welcome his new friend’s nylon-covered genitals in them.

Greg and Walter laughed, as the fingers, palms and wrists adjusted to find the best position to fondle Danny to orgasm. The feel of Scott’s hands was incredible. Danny moaned in his deceptively effective gag, rolling eyes as he looked at his captors.

“Sorry, Danny; what Scott is doing is completely pointless if he wants to win the game, but it’s not against the rules. What is against the rules, however, is you squirting your shorts with cum.”

Danny screamed in his gag for Scott to stop. But the hands kept their grip over his hard prick. He could hope there would be a time limit. Greg’s masterful blow-job might have let some of the pressure go. He tried to think of his major turn-offs, so he pictured his parents having sex, but Scott’s relentless ministrations and the ceaseless taunts from Greg and Walter always brought back some excitement and he slowly felt himself take off towards another orgasm.

“Mmmghmmmphrmmmmmmm…”

He felt the warmth of his cum filling the front of his shorts, with Scott’s hand pumping on.

“Quite a winning team you boys make,” Walter sniggered, “If your goal is to lose and break rule number six.”

“To be fair, Walt, Scott is really the one who should take the blame for this one.”

The blindfolded boy protested.

“Mph! MMMph! Grmblmm!”

“Yes, we’ll write down some points for Danny, but Scott’s situation should be handled immediately. Let’s make sure his bum keeps reminding him of his failure for a few hours to come.”

Danny couldn’t help watching the ensuing preparations with an interested gaze. Scott’s blindfold was removed. He looked at the boys, and at Danny, without displaying much emotion now that his fate had been made clearer. The cousins had Scott stand five feet in front of Danny, turned sideways so their pole-tied victim would have a profile view of the culprit; Scott’s arms were brought back behind him and solidly restrained at elbows and wrists.

Walter fetched a stool and climbed on it to thread a rope through a hook in the beam above Scott; Greg grabbed it and used it to lash Scott’s bound wrists. They tugged on the other end, which forced the captive boy to bend over. Danny had a perfect view of the fleshy buttocks wrapped in the tight shorts; when his arms were parallel to the floor, Walter yanked it a final time and bound the end of the rope to the elbows. The captors then bound the captive’s legs tightly together.

“All set. The naughty boy will get his comeuppance.”

The wardrobe was filled to the brim with various tools for subjugations; it was the first time Danny saw the thin riding crop the black-haired tormentor got from the large piece. Scott saw the whip and remained quiet.

Greg stood in front of Scott, so the prisoner’s head was blocked by his belly.

“Get ready for fifty cuts of my whip, Scotty. Not a whine, of course.”

The dreadful sound of the leather cutting through the air preceded the sharp crack of it meeting the shorted bottom at high speed.

“One!” Greg counted.

This went on with Scott staying weirdly immobile despite the blows that landed over his bum. At thirty, Walter stopped.

“The last twenty will be given on your bare behind.”

He lowered his shorts and underwear down to Scott’s knees; the boy’s dong clung to his belly; he was hard as a rock, Danny could see.

The fleshy derriere quivered under the resuming assault. The spankee’s dick didn’t deflate at all; at thirty-nine, Danny saw liquid dripping from it. Scott was getting off being spanked. Danny started being fascinated with Scott’s enthusiasm for being submitted to the cousins’ harsh treatment.

“Fifty!”

“Good. I wouldn’t want to get a sore arm.”

He laid his hand over the buttocks. They were a nice shade of dark pink now.

“You’re not going to be cold down there, Scott. I hope you’ll remember to be a better sport next time.”

There was a grunt. The rope lifting Scott’s arms up was loosened and he was made to stand straight. Walter had him turn so he would face Danny.

“While we discuss what should happen to you next, you lads may make up a better strategy to adopt when we give you tasks to perform together. You’re allowed to speak for now. Just don’t be too loud!”

The two cousins retreated in the couch, keeping close to each other so they could whisper their plot and not be heard from their captives.

The bound boys were quite focused on trying to speak through their eyes; it didn’t work so great without having agreed on how to send each other messages without speaking. Scott’s shorts had been left down around his knees, and his formidable prick, all hard and swollen, was an object of admiration for Danny.

It looked smooth; the thick knob at the end was bright red; it glistened. Scot was still leaking pre-cum. The two gagged boys grunted to each other, and they both noticed that their grunts caused an inflation of the other’s penis. Danny’s was still hidden under his shorts, but the fabric showed what it was like anyway. The glimmers even showed subtle trembling that nudity wouldn’t have revealed.

The talk among the two relatives had been brief. They could punish their pupils all the time if they wanted, but it proved a bit tiring. For the next couple of hours, they thought it would be much nicer to have their prisoners toil at their service. They sprung out from the couch and stood between Scott and Danny, facing each other, so their two guests could see them.

Fun with Danny & Scott - Ch. 9 & 10 - Updated April 24th

Postby Bondwriter » Sat Apr 23, 2016 9:02 pm

Hi there people. Two more chapters for your reading enjoyment. I hope you like them!

Chapter 9 – Off to Bed

“It seems that enforcing rule number six with you scoundrels could be a full-time job. But we’d love to have some rest and a fine dinner without having to cook, serve or do dishes. We’re going to give you one more chance to prove you’re worthy of our academy and behave properly, just doing the tasks we give you, nothing less and nothing more. There’ll be more bum-whacking if needed. That goes for you too, Danny.”

There was a timid grunt. The cousins got working, to get the boys, still in their ‘school uniforms’ shackled so they could be kept under control while performing the tasks Greg and Walter assigned them. Before they served the meal, and despite Danny’s gagged protests, white nylon aprons with a trim of lace were put on them. Their shorts were removed; they didn’t serve naked this time, but the skimpy briefs under the girly aprons didn’t do much to reinforce the boys’ sense of manhood.

Waiting on Greg and Walter proved tiresome. They had all sorts of demands; their requests had to be fulfilled on the spot. Walter wrote down things in his little notebook throughout the meal. Advice was given, as to how to best hold a spoon. Danny was scolded for having let a drop of water fall from the decanter. Scott was rebuked for having given a piece of bread with his hands.

Every now and then, the young minders felt their charges’ crotch, permanently amazed at the enthusiasm their pupils displayed in tenting their underwear.

“Man, I’m sure we can have them break rule number six again. We’ve scored ourselves two perfect tie-up masochists, Greg!”

“Yes,” the blond boy replied as he fondled Danny, feeling where the tip of his cock was under the satiny fabric for moisture that would break rule number six, “knowing we have them just to us for almost a week makes me real horny too.”

His hand left Danny, very frustrated at not being caressed further, to rest on Greg’s own shorts that were indeed quite inflated.

“OK, lads, thanks for serving dessert. Now, you get on all four and crawl under the table; we’d love to have footstools to enjoy our ice-cream better. Come to daddy, Scott.”

Greg looked at Danny, pointing towards his feet. Danny kneeled down, put his hands over the floor and crawled towards Greg’s feet. He saw the boy shucking his shoes off, and almost immediately he could confirm the boy’s reputation for stinky feet was deserved. The moist socks landed on his back.

“A little bit to your left, Dan. Good, move just a tad forward… Perfect!”

Greg let the weight of his legs rest over Danny’s back. Soon, he was caressing his prisoner’s body with his socked feet. The feeling of the toes caressing his sausage from underneath had Danny gasp.

Walter was more into caressing Scott’s head. His feet had to smell too; the fair-haired schoolboy frowned to convey his displeasure to Danny.

This lasted for another fifteen minutes or so.

“You may come out, lads. You’re good footstools, and we’d better remember to use this particular skill of yours in the days to come. For now, clear the table and tidy the kitchen.”

The two boy-maids obeyed and started picking up dishes and putting food in the fridge. The kitchen was soon clean and tidy.

“You did a good job, boys. We’re even going to reward you with some food. Don’t waste this occasion on trying anything funny. Not a word, not a sound, as usual.”

Walter picked some milk that he sugared and stuck in the microwave. Once the bell rang, the boys saw he poured porridge oats in it. They wouldn’t get any of the tasty foods Greg and Walter had enjoyed.

The feeding was slow, with a constant handgag for the boy who was given some of the mush. They finished the meal with the usual treat, i.e. the gag. They had half-masks with plugs; this was basic and easy to put on while looking really good and being quite effective at preventing their captives from communicating with each other.

“Let’s see, young Scott, does being gagged have a negative effect on your libido?” Walter asked while fondling Scott again, “It doesn’t feel like it. Let me see… You like it when I rub your prick between my thumb and my index finger, don’t you? You like this better than obeying rule number six? Well, it’s sad, really, because your constant issues with number six mean we’re really going to crack down on this little tendency of yours.”

Scott looked at him with inquisitive eyes.

“You’ll wear your cock cage tomorrow.”

Now the boy appeared terrified, his eyes open wide and his garbled cry getting more intense.

There were threats Scott took seriously, then. Danny imagined there had been very peculiar events going on in their dorm.

“But we’ll handle this once we’ve all had some rest. To keep a close watch on our captives, I suggest we take them to our rooms, one each. I’ll handle Scott; will you take care of Danny, Greg?”

“Sure,” the blond boy replied, casting a mischievous smile at their kidnapped babysitter.

Hobbled with his arms pulled behind their backs, the boys were walked to the first floor where Greg and Walter wished each other good night. Greg grabbed his prisoner’s arm and led him to his bedroom.

It wasn’t very big, and the decoration took them back a couple decades in the past.

“I’ve got you all to myself, Danny. I’d say this might do for some fun time together.”

Greg wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders, his other hand heading straight to the package the older teen was displaying.

“And I could even provide you with some release. God knows what Walter will do to prevent you from coming tomorrow. You’ve heard him talk about a cock cage; I’ll let our birdie soar a few times more if he decides to trap your cock tomorrow. Let me get you in your nighties…”

The boy had no intent to get Danny in pyjamas; he took a pair of shiny black Speedos from a drawer and went through the routine to remove his clothing and leave him in just the pair of clean swimwear, with his hands cuffed behind his back and his knees hobbled.

“Don’t you look spiffy!” Greg said, patting Danny’s round buttocks tenderly. “Now for the dilemma; should I tie you face down or face up? I really like wanking you, as you seem about as sensitive as our friend Scott. I also think your bum is quite pleasant to the touch.”

Danny liked being wanked better, but he waited patiently; there had been enough surprises over the previous two days that ha knew his opinion didn’t matter anyway. Greg’s face brightened up, as if he’d made a sudden discovery.

“Well, I’ll say let’s do both! I’ll have you on your back for the first part of the night and lying over your belly until morning. I’ll just set the alarm for four in the morning.”

Greg removed the quilt that lied over his bed; he had Danny lie down and he started by roping his ankles to the footboard; the uncomfortable position Danny was in didn’t last long; Greg had him sit up to remove the cuffs from his wrists and complete the spread-eagle.

The tie-up ended with Greg straddling Danny’s torso, his knees pressed against his prisoner’s armpits. This gave Danny an interesting view on his captor’s shorts. Of course, being part of their academy’s ‘faculty’ meant the rules didn’t apply to them; Greg fondled his own package, adjusting his junk so it could unfold properly within the confines of his underwear.

“Looking at Mr. Anaconda?” Greg bragged.

Danny was of course looking at the bulging meat that pushed against the red nylon; he was also getting an olfactory interest in what was a few inches from his face. It didn’t smell like piss; it smelled musky and manly and had Danny’s mouth water; he swallowed the saliva and gulped.

“Want to give him a little kiss? I don’t know, this would mean I remove your gag, and how can I be sure that you won’t call out for help and get me in trouble with my cousin for not following the rules we’ve decided on?”

Danny shook his head, more than willing to be a good boy so he could return the favour Greg had made him earlier on that day.

“You’ll behave? Good, let us give it a try, then. I want you to suck on my knob; no biting, and suck it good.”

He leaned over Danny, reaching for the straps holding the half-mask behind his head. He stood up, on the bed, his feet at Danny’s hips; he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and lowered his shorts and underwear, which he threw down on the floor.

“Time for your treat, boy…” He sat back over Danny’s chest, displaying his six inches of hard cock. He moved forward, holding the headboard with his hands until the turgid member was above Danny’s mouth. The captive boy opened up and caught the glans with his lips. It tasted salty and there were other flavours that made the teenage captive quite excited.

Danny started working his tongue over the foreskin, his lips forming a tight seal. He was sucking the manhood and Greg ground his hips with small motions that grew in intensity until eventually he burst out, his low groan announcing the geyser like eruption of lukewarm thick semen.

“Oh! Man! Good! Suck it all, Danny, suck it all! Swallow my cum…”

Danny obediently licked the deflating member; Greg sat back over Danny’s chest, his clean limp cock resting just under his captive’s throat. He grabbed the half-mask and put it on again. The plug was inflated very mildly.

“This was some amazing job, Danny. Let’s catch a little sleep now.”

Greg stretched and lied down on his side next to Danny, his head brushing against the taller boy’s armpit; he grabbed the quilt and spread it over their two bodies. He was soon snoring lightly, which had Danny fall asleep soon while focusing on his captor’s soft and regular breathing.

Chapter 10 – Agitated Night

Just below from the room they were in, Walter had Scott ready for the night too. He had long silk ribbons that he’d gotten for such an occasion. With Scott standing, his arms pinned to his sides with several turns of tape at wrists and elbows, Walter could start. He used two rolls of different colours that he criss-crossed expertly from Scott’s neck down.

“You’ll be quite comfy, all wrapped in these fine ribbons. Snugly held for the night. I hope this will help you to come down a bit.”

Walter’s voice and the touch of his hands didn’t help the poor horny boy in the least. He was besotted with Walter, and all the indignities he’d been submitted to by the two cousins over the previous months always got him randy and barely able to retain some self-control.

The first two ribbons were red and blue and he finished them above the prisoner’s waist and his gleaming briefs. He’d pulled the turns pinning the forearms tight, and Scott had limited chances to get his arms free now. Walter started a similar job with yellow and green ribbons from the top of Scott’s thighs down to his ankles.

“Wrapped like some candy, Scott. You know how I like your lollipop…”

Scott nodded vigorously.

“This would be wrong, though, wouldn’t it? Getting you to break a rule is rather nasty. You don’t want to be punished.”

The captive boy shrugged.

“Oh! You like being punished, that’s right. What about having Danny’s butt paddled if you misbehave?”

Scott loved being manhandled by Walter. He had no desire to see others endure what actually gave him such a delicious thrill; that which had to make others shudder just thinking about got him so hard and leaky. He shook his head to prevent Walter from having Danny pay for him. This was a good-looking fellow, whom he’d like to have as a friend on top of as a tie-up game partner.

“You wouldn’t want him to be hurt, would you? You just need to do as you’re told, and keep your cool so your underwear remains dry, and nothing will happen to either one of you. Let me get you in bed.”

Holding his waist, Walter helped Scott sit on the edge of the bed; he grabbed his ankles, pushed and turned to have the captive boy on his back, lying over the length of the piece of furniture. Walter jumped in bed, and lied next to his prisoner; his mouth was a few inches from the boy’s face and his hand dangerously resting over the boy’s tented briefs.

“I know you can resist, Scott. You’ve done it before.”

Scott had memories of days spent under the cousins’ control, when he’d ended with some serious case of blue balls.

“And I know you’re a knight in shining armour. You wouldn’t want other handsome fellows end up being bound in strange and difficult positions, with a huge gag so all you can hear from their protesting is some faint mumble. This would be too cruel. Being thus made a helpless prisoner, and having to pay for some nasty, horny little boy. This wouldn’t be fair.”

This speech was the smuttiest dirty talk for Scott. Walter knew it full well; he smiled to himself, hearing the raspy breathing the gagged boy made, as he felt the tension building up within the underwear.

“He would be punished by being bound and gagged in a remote place; we’d make sure no one can find him but us. We’d go spank him every once in a while, of course, just to make sure he doesn’t forget that nasty Scott got you in all this trouble. Who knows? Maybe we could have Danny become your guardian after this? He would be motivated in getting some payback.”

There was a spasm and a gasp; liquid squirted and seeped through the thin material.

“Oh my, Scott, you’re incorrigible. You need your cage, because persuasion doesn’t work. I have actually made one; it’s improved since the last one you had to put on. I think you’ll be grateful of all the punishments we save you from by making your incontinency impossible.”

Walter had grabbed some tissues. He wiped the leaking dick and the soiled shorts until there was only a hint of moisture left. As he finished, his little strokes got softer and he resumed his threats and imaginary scenarios of what awful tie-up punishments could be enacted with Scott. The big brown eyes pleaded with his captor, whose motions became even softer, now letting the soaked tissues next to Scott’s head. The smell of his own cum and Walter’s soft caresses got the machine going again. It took a bit longer this time, but the tormentor reached his goal again and more cream was spurted.

Walter eventually got tired and fell asleep, with Scott basking in the afterglow of this hot and pleasurable evening.

The next morning, each captor handled his prisoner and got him ready before they would join the others for breakfast. The boys were all wearing satiny shorts and gleaming jerseys, as the plan was to have some ‘physical education’ class. Sturdy and thorough chair ties were carried out before Danny and Scott could be given a cup of lukewarm tea, yoghurt and a piece of toast. The sun was already quite high in the sky when they all got up; binding their charges to the chairs helped the captors to wake up, and they then were well awake; both of them were very eager to explain the coming day’s schedule.

“We’ll have some warm-up with escape challenges, and then, depending on how well you’ve performed, we’ll have classes, or maybe, if you’ve been really good, a walk outside so you benefit from the fresh countryside air.”

Gags had been put back on after eating and drinking. This time, Scott and Danny had each other’s underwear in their mouths, with tape plastered down over their lower faces and gauze wrapping up their heads thoroughly.

“If you fail our challenges you will be punished all afternoon. We’ll bind you in crates and have you stay in there for four hours.”

The grunts could be protests; they could also be pleas that they would try their best. Scott’s glances at their captors acknowledged they were serious. Four hours sounded like a long time to Danny.

“Let’s have Danny try first. We’ll have him clean up before we start.”

The ex-babysitter underwent the ritual of getting hobbles and chains on, so he could put things away and wipe the table clean. Walter stayed close to Scott, whispering threats and getting him all worked up with nasty talk; Greg was hovering over Danny, making sure each gesture was done according to his guidelines and standards.

Once the kitchen was spic and span, the two boys gathered around Danny.

“Let’s start with an easy one; by now you should be able, given a little time, to get out of a hogtie. Are you up to the challenge?”

His pride got Danny to nod in approval; if he’d answered using his brains, he’d realized that the two cousins had never left him a chance to get out of their elaborate tie-ups, and certainly not the hogtie he was submitted to the day before.

They tied a rope harness around his torso before they pushed him on the table over his belly. The cuffs were removed as ropes were coiled around his limbs. Once they picked up his ankles and pulled them back until his shoes touched his bum, hence tightening the networks of ropes keeping his legs welded to each other, Danny knew that this would be very difficult to escape from.

His elbows touched, and they even used twine to bind his fingers two by two, his hands being stuck palm to palm. They went over the rope. This was the moment Danny hated. Every time they bound him, it seemed there was some slack or a knot poorly done; as they rigorously reviewed their work, they always spotted the loose knot and took action.

This time was no exception, and the belt around his waist was linked to his arms and legs more thoroughly. He could barely squirm, and his immobilized fingers were a solid foot away from any knot that could help in his release.

He twisted and squirmed nonetheless, under the cheers of the two relatives.

“You can do it, Danny, try harder!”

Then there were threats to Scott and himself.

“Go on, lad, you don’t want to let poor Scotty down. We’ll lock him in the cellar if you fail. I’ve heard the rats are back. And the spiders never left!”

There was a mumbled protest from Danny first, and some cooing by Scott immediately following it, which was more difficult to interpret.

“While you still try, we’re going to have our little Scott join you in your efforts.”

Danny kept on wriggling and sweating as he looked at the show he was growing to love of his companion handled by their captors. The gestures were secure and the victim a delight for Danny to watch. Scott fought them as they got him from the chair to being hogtied alongside Danny, but at no point did Greg and Walter get their guard down. Smacks to the boy’s bottom or thighs got him back in line for a couple minutes before he displayed any feistiness again.

Fun with Danny & Scott - Chapters 11 & 12 - Updated May 1st

Postby Bondwriter » Sat Apr 30, 2016 9:10 pm

And another batch for your m/m story cravings...

Chapter 11 – Escape Artists

It had been almost an hour of hogtie for Danny when the clock started ticking for Scott. They had performed a similar tie-up; the cheers and applause were now directed to both captives. Danny felt like he was managing to loosen his bonds; it all went very slow, though. He wondered how long he had.

Scott’s motions were moderate; he didn’t shake much. Danny turned his head as far back as he could to watch what his fellow-prisoner was doing. Scott was rubbing his hands, apparently, and the small pieces of twine linking his fingers two by two seemed to go off. It was tiring to keep watching, but whenever he looked at Scott’s hands over the next minutes, Danny could see some progress, the rings of twine passing over the knuckles until eventually he slid his fingers off them.

There were contortions next, with Scott getting on the side, and approaching Danny with his hands. Danny understood how to best benefit from Scott’s achievement and performed a similar move, presenting his bound arms to his comrade-in-ropes.

Having their legs pulled back so well actually helped; Scott stretched with muffled grunts betraying extreme effort, but Danny felt his finger tips grabbing some rope between his shoulder blades; the hand followed it and went down a few inches, where it started untying the knot.

Danny’s elbows were free, and another knot was loose, his wrists then being untied. Getting his fingers out of the twine was now much easier. Once his hands were free, he returned the favour; he pulled a few knots loose and felt Scott’s arms moving behind him.

The audience was holding his breath; once it was clear the bound duo had done the hardest part, they could intervene.

“You did well for the first exercise. We’ll concede you victory, Walter said as he cuffed their hands anew.

“Mmmrph! Mrggmphmmbll!”

“Rmmph! Humghmmm…”

“I’m showing some fair-play and all I get is complaints? Watch out, lads, I have ways to handle ungrateful pupils…”

It got both bound boys to quit making noise at once.

“Good, a second challenge, and then you boys are done. We’ll go for ball-ties, this time.”

And more handling took place; they started with Scott. They worked with rope only, which at least made it somewhat fair. Cuffs were more comfortable, but they offered very little hope of escaping a slightly arduous tie-up position.

Danny was on the side, and he had a fine view of the show. He studied with interest the way a rope went from his bound ankles between his legs, pinning Scott’s calves against the back of his thighs. They added rings of rope above his knees. The legs being well folded and kept together, his knees were brought up below his chin, and they were connected to the rope harness they hadn’t removed. More coils were used here and there to further link some of the ropes together. He was left on his back, his shorted behind a foot from Danny’s eyes.

“One down, one to go,” Greg commented as he fetched rope and went to Danny’s side.

They really repeated things as if they’d rehearsed them thoroughly. Danny had no surprise as to what they did, as it was just like what he’d seen. The feel of the various ropes was tighter than it looked on Scott. His captors’ fingers ran along the ropes; when they came close to his crotch, they reached between his feet to feel his crotch.

“Danny’s hard, check if Scotty has a boner too, Walt,” Greg sneered.

There were a few seconds with grunts and the rustling of some fabric before Walter replied.

“This isn’t the most difficult guess to make; he’s hard of course. And it feels a little wet too…”

“…which makes it a rule number six issue?”

“It could, we’ll see later on. For now, lets’ have our two friends try to pull a little escapists trick like they did before. It’ll be fun to watch.”

To the cousins’ great enjoyment, their ball-ties kept their prisoners rather immobile; the two pairs of buttocks quivered under the sheen of the fabric, but there wasn’t much motion from the prisoners. There were eager comments throughout the hour and a half Greg and Walter wriggled in their bonds.

“Come on, Danny, you just need to reach through Scott’s thighs to unknot the clove hitch that will get him loose. Oh, you can’t? Your arms are too well bound? Well that’s too bad.”

Danny had a hard time believing he didn’t manage to gain the smallest slack from all his exertions. He spun very slowly; so did Scott and at some point he got a view on the other boy’s round bum. Danny inspected his fellow prisoner’s bonds, trying to figure out a flaw or a way to weaken the ensnaring rope network. He found none.

The younger boys eventually jumped onto the table, laying their hands over their bound charges. Danny was getting familiar with the touch of Greg’s hands over his bum. Scott purred as the dominating hand of Walter exerted his reign over him again.

“You’re quite hopeless, boys; we thought you’d do much better, didn’t we, Greg? This means we should have more training, and have you grow motivated for this sort of exercise. The best way is obviously to experiment with more tie-ups and give you reasons to try harder. Morning is almost over, so we’re just going to have you serve us lunch, and then we’ll take you outside for some outdoors fun. Fun for us at least, as some of the things I have in mind might put a little strain on you lads.”

The voice was casual. Its tone wasn’t harsh or cold but Walter had a knack of wrapping threats of dire punishments in a very matter of fact voice. Danny pictured the environment outside; it was big and full of spots where the cousins could carry out their devious treatments.

Scott and Danny were released slowly, with each of their limbs allowed to stretch so they wouldn’t be hit by a sudden cramp; this was another occasion for Greg and Walter to fondle them further. Danny derived a great pleasure from being massaged; he’d never thought the feeling of another boy’s hands kneading his thighs could be so great.

Danny didn’t feel ridiculous anymore when shackled to serve their captors’ meals. He was animated by a will to please as much as by a desire not to be punished. And Scott was definitely hot, even hotter when wearing a football kit as he was today. The forced promiscuity they’d shared had aroused both prisoners tremendously, and once their crotches were visible, it was obvious the harsh ball-ties hadn’t calmed them down.

At the end of the meal, both waiters had their hands cuffed behind them again, and some groping and manual stimulation ensued; the ritual breaking of rule number six occurred, but neither Greg nor Walter felt like going for a full flooding of the shorts, hence leaving their captive staff horny and aroused.

The table was cleared and the kitchen tidied. Greg and Walter prepared two large rucksacks that they filled to the brim with gear. They put them over their footmen’s shoulders, before they hobbled and leashed them, keeping their word on the afternoon outing.

“A little walk will do you good. Plus there are some nice games to play in the park, and maybe you can even do some training.”

The rubber plug gags were put back in, with pumping on the tight side. Danny admired the speed and ease with which they were silenced. The sophisticated equipment made for some ruthless silencing, and it didn’t take more than thirty seconds to be put in place. This helped to make him docile, he thought to himself.

Scott and Danny followed their minders obediently; Danny wondered what was in his rucksack, which pulled over his shoulders in a manner that would be unpleasant quickly if they didn’t reach a destination where the burden would be removed soon.

Chapter 12 – In the Deep of the Woods

They left the gravel path and slalomed through a few trees before they reached a small clearing; they were far from the house, close to the estate’s south boundary. This was a spot that couldn’t be seen from anywhere, with trees protecting every angle from prying eyes. It had a patch of thick grass, which had been put to use before by Greg and Walter when they’d had Scott as a guest. They had staked him out, and now they intended to have him and Danny restrained on their backs with their limbs pulled in an ‘X’.

Scott acted nervous as he recognized the place. His protests were more obvious despite the gag.

“Mrphngh! Nnrmmmph!”

“You can call us any nasty name you want, you may also try to call our little session off altogether. We’re prepared to handle such unwanted behaviour.”

Greg and Walter seized him.

“Come on, Scotty, you’re not going to balk now. You liked it last time here, remember?”

Their grasp was real; they pulled him down to the ground. Danny watched, as he’d been left standing while Scott was being taken care of. Scott’s wrists and ankles were wrapped in numerous tight coils of rope, which were then threaded through rings in the stakes. These were long rods of iron with a ring welded at their ends; they were dug four feet inside the ground, which made it impossible even for a large and strong man to rip them off by himself.

They pulled the ropes taut, until no motion was possible for Scott.

“It’s a perfect time for a nap Scotty.”

Greg turned towards Danny.

“I’d bet our babysitter would love to take a nap himself…”

Greg was at Danny’s side; his cousin joined him and they had the older boy kneel on the ground, with his knees between Scott’s ankles. They held his shoulders and tilted him forward, bringing him to lie over his belly, with his nose going down and coming closer and closer to Scott’s stretched shorts front. The smell of the boy’s dick was strong. Lots of pre-cum had leaked, and actual cum had been released too.

The two pairs of hands were now fixing his wrists to Scott’s ankles; they added ropes at his elbows which they bound to the spread-eagled boy’s knees. The leash was used to trap Danny’s neck between Scott’s thighs. He could now barely lift his head, and could not pull his nose away from the smelly boy’s stained shorts and the moist and sweaty dick that was hidden underneath. Scott reacted with an even bigger cock, which triggered a chain reaction with Danny getting hard and humping the ground while rubbing his gagged face over the shorts and making the cycle continue.

The cousins had watched their charges without uttering a word. Scott discharging in his shorts got them talking again.

“At long last. I’m afraid you had no authorization to cum, and Danny, you weren’t allowed to grant some pleasure to Scott.”

The smell filling Danny’s nostrils and the moisture wetting the tip of his nose were intoxicating; the boy didn’t hear what he was told next.

“You can first start thinking about obedience for a while. Keep an eye on them, Greg, I’ll be right back. Behave, lads, if you know what’s good for you.”

Scott and Danny were in a haze, their orgasms being followed by the realization of their straining position. Yet Greg didn’t feel like letting them relax.

“If you like it so much smelling each other’s dick, why don’t you stay at it? I’m just here to make sure you don’t choke or escape, not to let you have fun.”

Walter walked around in search of a tree from which he could get a switch; he needed a tool that would make his pupils more docile. There were some more games in store which implied some participation from the boys. If they proved reluctant, a few stinging strokes applied to their bums would certainly make them more willing to cooperate.

He couldn’t find a proper tree. They had thorns, or the branches were all crooked. He came across a hazel tree. He remembered his granddad showing him how to make a bow and arrows from such wood. It was pliable, yet solid. He cut one branch neatly with his pocket knife. That’s when he heard the bleating.

There were goats in the meadow next to the estate. They belonged to old McInvern, who was a grouch but whom they were supposed to greet politely because he was a tenant of his grandfather. At the moment, some wild idea about goats finding his prisoners ran through Water’s mind. It had to be tried out.

He ran back to the clearing where Greg was hovering over the two bound captives lying over the grass. He went to his cousin and whispered his plan to his ear. Greg beamed.

“Amazing! Yes, do this, and don’t worry, our two friends will be there when you’re back.”

Scott and Danny pricked up their ears; they were now recovered from their last rule number six infraction, and were currently both getting back into the mood for another one. But something was up, and it got both prisoners concerned.

“Walter just had a lovely idea, boys. I won’t spoil the surprise, but I think you will love it. For this, I need to move you a bit, Danny.”

Danny was freed from his current tie-up on his belly with his face over Scott’s crotch, to be spread-eagled himself just like his new friend to his sides. Greg was good at it too, and took out the cuffs that were required to attempt any move with the prisoners. Danny’s right hand and right foot could touch Scott’s left ones, and they could turn their heads to look at each other.

“You’re all wet in front! We’ll have to clean you up.”

Danny grunted an indistinct reply.

“No, Danny, I won’t lick you clean. Nice try, but I don’t think it would be too good to keep you on your toes. Plus you’d be grossed out by someone licking your shorts, wouldn’t you?”

Danny shook his head; tongue flicks from Greg would actually be quite welcome.

“Good to know you wouldn’t mind. I’ll make a note of it.”

There was sarcasm in the boy’s voice, but Danny couldn’t hear it. He was lost in the dimples and blue eyes of the younger boy towering over him. They heard Walter coming back from a distance. He was making more noise than usual. Danny and Scott craned their necks to see him coming inside the clearing. At the end of a tether, Walter exhibited the reason for his noisy appearance: a goat that he’d borrowed from old McInvern for a few hours.

There was a bleat and two mumbling boys replied to the animal greeting with their own inarticulate sounds. Greg was all smile as he welcomed his cousin back.

“Great job, Walt. I think we’re going to be able to have some fun. You got salt too?”

“Yup, I’ve got all we need.”

He stepped forward, with the goat in his steps, apparently curious to see where he was heading.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Goat, I’ve got more salt for you. You see, lads, this animal follows me closely because it knows I have some thing of interest that I’m more than willing to give. Oh, and our young friends sprawled over the floor do have things to give too.”

Walter took a bag of kitchen salt; standing over the two spread-eagled boys, he tilted it and let some salt flow on Scott’s belly first, then of Danny’s. The goat followed the trail and licked their tummies vigorously, causing muffled yelps of horror as the tongue tickled them. The goat had rid their skin of all the salt after two minutes of the excruciating torment

The two cousins were elated and they had the time of their life.

“You’re doing wonderfully, lads. Hold on, the goat is soon done…”

Walter had the bag in hand again; this time, he dropped his load from a bit lower, and he was now letting a small pile of crystals over their cocks. Danny didn’t have time to shake it off that the goat was eagerly licking it with its tongue. Scott was grinding his hips, having the salt trail down around his thigh. Danny was feeling the slimy saliva actually removing the salt, but the warm and stimulating touch of the animal grossed him out a bit while he couldn’t help trying to get the most of his encounter with the goat. It didn’t last, though. More salt was poured back over Scott’s briefs and the goat targeted him this time.

The goat went from one boy to the other.

“Be grateful for this noble animal is willing to clean you up. It’ll do it all the way, which is better since it will prevent you from being burned by salt.”

It could be true but the strokes of the tongue did tickle as much as it made them hard. Walter didn’t repeat the pouring of salt over their swimwear-clad packages. He went to their feet.

“Bring me the water, Greg.”

He poured some water on the four feet and then went back to his starting point lightly tossing a large amount of salt that stuck to the wet skin. The goat was finishing its job over their hard dicks; the prospect of more salt seemed pleasant to the animal. It found its way to a position, facing their feet. It lowered its head and could reach them with its big tongue.

The next ten minutes were just some of the most uncomfortable of the whole stay for Danny. The animal showed no mercy, and no amount of mphing appeared to deter the animal from licking their feet relentlessly.

It eventually stopped, as it was Scott’s turn to be the object of the goat’s ministrations. Soon both boys were complete wrecks. At everyone’s surprise, the feet didn’t interest the goat anymore. The tight packages were once more the subject of its licking affection.

“Oh my, it has the hots for you two lads! Don’t forget about rule number six.”

There were wails. It happened that it was too late for Danny already, the heat, the pressure and the squishy touch had taken their toll; the goat’s licking removed some of the liquid that had seeped through the nylon, yet Danny feared that his scrupulous minders would notice what had happened anyway. As the animal seemed to be attracted to Scott’s cock too, Danny secretly hoped his fellow-captive would also jizz his briefs, so at least they both would undergo the nasty treatment he was likely to receive.

Scott couldn’t believe how supple and twitchy the goat’s tongue was, wrapping him in its soggy warmth. Danny had managed to cum without making a sound. Scott wailed so the three other boys knew exactly what was happening. The noise grew dim as Scott panted through his nose. Greg was leaning over Danny.

“This makes two who broke our rules, Walt.”

“They’re incredible. There’s no reason for us to toil further in entertaining them if they can’t behave. Let’s take them back to the house where we’ll put them to do our chores. I’m starting to feel hungry. Plus there are more ways to punish them for their disobedience over there.”