Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/mm

Postby xtc » Wed Aug 25, 2010 9:52 am

BLACKMAIL
(A "Warbands" side story)



You might wonder how Karl got away with the way he treated his little brother.

The answer is simple as the chapter heading implies.

Let me explain: any time Max objected to anything, Karl treated him to a tour of his videos:
• The one where Max was tied naked to the clothes post in the garden
• The one where Max was hanging underneath the ladder after he had got a bit exited
• The one where Max was tied to his mate, Matt, when they were both naked.

As a fourteen year old Max was not prepared to have those videos seen by anybody else.

He had the choice: keep quiet or be the star of the local YouTube fraternity for the next week.

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The first situation was filmed when Max was only 9 years old. To have other people seeing that recording was probably even more embarrassing than if it had happened now. Especially as Karl had drawn and coloured in a large arrow leading from Max’s chest down to below his belly button and inscribed, very neatly, “WORK IN PROGRESS.” Just above his brother’s “bits”.

After that Max gradually learnt to “behave himself”. He didn’t yet know about the local TUGgers however . . .

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By the time the second blackmail video was taken, Max had a pretty good idea of what went on in the family garage but he wasn’t allowed to take part. If his brother wanted to torture him, he’d do it in his bedroom or in the kitchen when their mother was out.

Tonight was different: Aiden was supposed to be coming round. It was his turn to be tied up but he’d been reported by his Head of Year for inadequate homework. His dad grounded him for the next four weeks so Karl thought that Max might as well fill the vacancy.

Even as a 12 year-old Max was easily overpowered by his 14 year-old brother.

As it was a Wednesday evening, Max didn’t even suspect anything untoward. He came in late from school and threw his bag onto the floor in the hallway. By the time he had got to the top of the stairs he had removed his polo shirt and t-shirt in one motion only to meet Karl and his mate, Mike, standing at the top of the stairs.

“Hello, Max.” greeted Karl. “I hope you’re not busy tonight.” Before Max knew what was going on he was face down on the landing with Mike sitting on the small of his back.

“Oh, shit.” thought Max. He was already two weeks overdue on a geography assignment and he knew now that he would not be able to complete it this evening. He sometimes wished that his mum was as strict as Aiden’s dad. He could then have found some face-saving excuse in font of his friends but how could he tell them that he had been stripped and tied up for the evening, because that’s what he was sure was about to happen?

He didn’t get much further than, “Please, if I don’t get this school work done, I’m in deep . . .“ before Karl hand gagged him. “How do you want it, Bro’, simple tape gag, socks in your mouth or gagged with your boxers?”

Max’s decision to keep wriggling and trying to speak in spite of Karl’s hand gag was probably not the best one he’d ever made.

“OK, we’ll take that as boxers.” Once Karl had removed his hand from Max’s face, he didn’t seem to understand that that was not Max’s choice no matter what he said.

Karl forced Max’s arms behind him and Mike wrapped enough tape around his wrists and elbows to immobilise his arms completely. Once Karl had removed Max’s shoes and socks and then both his trousers and his boxers in one move, a bit more tape around Max’s ankles and even more above his knees completed his immobilisation. Mike then lifted himself from Max’s back.

By now Max was still desperately pleading his case in spite of already being naked. Karl simply picked up the discarded boxers, scrunched them up and asked Mike to unroll some more tape.

Max was in no mood to be gagged but what choice did he have? Suddenly he became silent in a desperate attempt to avoid having his mouth stuffed with his own underwear.

One final, desperate, “Please.” met with the inevitable attempt to force the boxers into his mouth but, as soon as he closed his mouth, Karl pulled his head backwards, stuffed the used underpants in his mouth and Mike taped them into place.

“OK, Little Bro’, tonight you get your first turn in the dungeon. It should have been Aiden but you’ll have to do.” He then helped Max to his feet while Mike slipped a choke-chain round his neck.

If he hadn’t been at his brother’s mercy, Max wouldn’t really have minded being bound and imprisoned but, with the added school detentions to look forward to, he was not too well disposed towards his role in that particular evening’s entertainment. He’d had nothing to eat and there was no hope of rescue before his mother came home at about nine o’clock.

It was a bit of a tight fit as Mike and Karl took an arm each and helped Max to jump down the stairs with the choke-chain hanging down annoyingly in front of him. In spite of the gag, Max was far from quiet during this manoeuvre. Once on the ground floor his captors let go of Max’s arms.

“Come on, Little Bunny.” urged Mike as he yanked the choke chain. Max was left with no choice but to bunny-hop out to the garage where he was led across to the ladder and forced to back up to it.

Mike lifted Max and Karl pushed his feet onto the third rung. Max didn’t want to lose his footing; falling from there onto the concrete floor whilst being taped up was not an inviting prospect.

While Mike supported his feet, Karl forced Max’s arms uncomfortably upwards and fed them over one of the higher rungs. He then drew his brother’s wrists down until his arms were nearly straight and, using a short rope, tied his wrists to a rung at about hip level. By this stage, in spite of himself, Max’s naked body was starting to show his normal enthusiasm for such situations. He was hoping against hope that Karl didn’t have his camera. He didn’t. But he did have his phone!

As an example of hope over experience, Max decided to try begging.

“What was that, Max? You want to be tied up some more? You want to have your photo taken? Oh well, if you insist.”

I’m sorry, but I can’t translate, “Mnnh – ghghgh - ngeeeenghh.”

Mike taped Max’s waist, tightly, to the nearest available rung and slipped his feet from the third rung. Max’s erection was now complete.

Mike fed Max’s feet and shins backwards through the ladder and Karl roped his ankles down towards an available rung round which his feet were hooked. Poor Max, he was now threaded, naked and, except for his head, immobilised by the ladder that was hanging from the wall. Surely, that’s as far as his brother would go to torment him.

“Hey, Bro’, good boner.”

“Not bad for a young kid.” confirmed Mike.

That’s not the sort of thing that his mates would have pointed out in that situation.

If Max could have squirmed, he would have done. He already appreciated various aspects of being tied-up but he wished that there weren’t the outside threats to his well-being. Was this experience worth the grief from school? Was he really safe from starring on Facebook & YouTube as long as he was “a good boy”? What would happen if his mum found out?

All these thoughts went from his mind as soon as Karl and Mike lifted the ladder from its hooks on the wall. There was an old sofa in the garage which had not yet been taken to the dump. Karl and his friends were grateful for his mother’s rather chaotic approach to tidying the garage because they would often use the sofa and the old work-bench which had been left in there in spite of the fact that no-one ever used it for its proper purpose.

The ladder (and its burden) was lifted down and propped against the wall while Karl and Mike moved the sofa to be parallel to the bench. Max decided, correctly, that he would be ill-advised to struggle for fear of the ladder falling and leaving him underneath it. By now the strain on Max’s upper arms and waist were becoming more than a bit uncomfortable.

Mike wedged his foot against the bottom of the ladder, pushed it towards the wall causing the top of the ladder to fall forwards. Karl was ready. He caught the top of the ladder as it fell preventing his brother from landing on the floor but leaving him hanging underneath the ladder. He dragged the ladder across to the work-bench upon which he lodged the top.

Mike and Karl then lifted the base of the ladder onto the back of the sofa leaving the ladder more-or-less horizontal and Max hanging underneath it. A few photos later and the older boys turned the ladder over so that Max was lying on top of it.

The rest of the evening’s events are irrelevant to the blackmail photos but I think you will understand that Max provided the “entertainment” for quite some time before he was released.

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The third of Karl’s usual “blackmail videos” was taken when Max was thirteen and was well into TUGs with his mates. By now he had graduated to using the “dungeon” as long as his brother and his mates didn’t want it.

That Friday Karl had made arrangements to spend the weekend at Jonny’s place with Aiden so Max invited his best mate and good TUG Buddy, Matt, to sleep over. Matt was Aiden’s brother. He was about Max’s height but much stockier with a light blonde crew cut.

Matt arrived at about five o’clock and put his stuff in Max’s room where Mrs. K had already set-up the Z-bed before going to work. There was no doubt about how the two boys were going to spend the evening, the only matter to be decided was who was to be the tier and who the tiee. Matt suggested wrestling but Max knew that Matt would almost certainly use his superior weight and strength to win and suggested that strip poker would be fairer and would leave the loser dressed suitably for his imprisonment.

The deal was done!

Not that the two boys didn’t trust one another of course but they did make sure that neither of them had the advantage of extra clothing before the first hand was dealt. After eight hands, Matt was ahead by one sock and his shirt. He was starting to rub Max’s nose in it.

Pride comes before a fall: Matt lost the next four hands leaving him in just his AussieBums. At this stage Matt would usually have submitted to Max but I reckon that, later on, he will be the bookie’s friend. He couldn’t believe that he could lose five hands on the trot and put it to Max that they play the next hand and, if he lost, he would be naked but, if he won, he could put something back on

Max accepted.

Matt lost.

“OK, Matt, a bet’s a bet. Get ‘em off.”

Matt had no choice now but to honour his bet. He dropped his briefs and quickly clasped his hands over his privates. Not that the boys had never seen one another naked before but, being the only naked one, Matt felt vulnerable.

Max announced that he would put Matt in a ladder tie but, in a spirit of generosity, he would allow his naked prisoner to face the wall. God, he was feeling smug!

Max made Matt cross his wrists and tied his hands in front of him in preparation for the torments to come leaving a fair amount of free rope for later use. The boys then left Max’s bedroom with Max leading Matt by the free rope.

Once in the garage Matt walked submissively towards the ladder hanging on the wall. Max decided that there were some necessary preliminaries before Matt mounted the ladder. He had some elaborate ideas that he wanted to try out.

Matt was made to stand while Max tied his ankles and above and below his knees in the customary fashion. This always has a fairly “scrunching up” effect on the victim with the result that Matt made some sharp intakes of breath. Before he could be tied to the ladder and tortured, as Max liked to remind his prisoner, Matt would need to be gagged. He’d obviously changed into his new underpants only just before coming out so Max didn’t hesitate to use them to gag his friend. He’d brought them down to the garage already and folded and rolled them but thought that they were not big enough to do the job so he parcelled them up with paracord to provide bulk.

Once Max had slipped the parcel into a football sock, Matt accepted it into his mouth and Max fastened it tightly into place. Several rounds of packing tape later and Max announced himself satisfied. Matt thought that the tape was unnecessary but he’d remember it when the tables were turned in a future TUG.

So far everything was going well for the two TUG Buddies but the best laid plans . . .

“Ok, you two. Piss off.” Karl’s voice was not a welcome intrusion into events.

“Oh, fuck off, it’s our turn tonight.” protested Max, “You’re supposed to be round Jonny’s place.” It was a brave but ill-judged attempt to claim his rights. Apparently they couldn’t go round to Jonny’s until later and they needed somewhere to go for a few hours and had decided that this was the place if they weren’t to waste their own TUG opportunities.

Max went for Karl – not a good idea with his bodyguard near!

Before he even had the chance to reach Karl, Aiden had him in a bear hug.

“Isn’t it handy when one of the oiks is tied up already?” asked Karl looking at Matt. Matt looked at his brother but with absolutely no hope of rescue.

“Evenin’, Matt, havin’ a good time?” asked Aiden sarcastically. “Now, we need this place, the bench and the ladder for a few hours, so you two are out of luck. Can somebody please stop this kid kicking me?”

Jonny hopped Matt over to the ladder and lifted him onto one of the lower rungs. Leaning against the stocky blonde’s body, Jonny threaded his arms over a rung at about chest level. The free rope was then used to draw Matt’s wrists towards his knees and tied off to a rung out of range of his fingers. “Struggle and I’ll frog-tie you. That will be painful.” assured Jonny.

Matt believed him.

Max didn’t like his brother. TUGs with him were often painful, he was always the victim, and he was always naked. He knew what was about to happen even if he behaved himself so he continued struggling, swearing and trying to kick Aiden but, in bare feet it didn’t harm him too much especially when Karl came over and stood on his brother’s feet.

Following the strip-poker game, Max still retained his t-shirt, trousers and underpants but that was too good to last. Karl unzipped his trousers, pulled both them and his boxers down before getting off his feet and pulling the clothing completely off the futilely struggling younger boy.

Aiden went down on his knees forcing Max to sit with his legs flailing uselessly in front of him thus stopping the assault on his shins. Karl untangled Max’s boxer shorts from his trousers and stuffed them unceremoniously into his mouth holding them into place with his hand until Jonny could come and apply the necessary packing tape. “Good of you to provide the tape. Thanks, Max.” said Jonny.

“Come on lads, hurry up and tie this little bastard up, I’m getting cramp down here!” Aiden called; and then he had an idea!

“Sorry, Jonny, I know you’ve only just strung him up but can you bring Matt over here? Blindfold him first, he’s easier to handle that way. Use lots of tape! By the time he had finished, Jonny left just the point of Matt’s chin, his nose and some of his hair showing. He had even wound tape under Matt’s chin and over the top of his head.

As Jonny went about his task, Aiden started whispering into Max’s ear. Some of the terms he used were, “testicles”, “paracord”, “big toes” and “tickle the crap out of you”. After Aiden had asked Max whether he had understood, he stopped struggling and nodded with a resigned, “Ngghhh.”

“Now don’t forget: if you don’t get it right, I’m going to do it to your mate, my little brother here, first. He doesn’t like it. Still understand?” This time Max’s nodding was silent and by now Jonny had released Matt from the ladder and turned him round while Aiden stripped Max of his t-shirt.

The two naked boys were brought face to face and Max was told to Hug Matt. Even though he did so, Aiden was not satisfied. “Not like that! Thread yourself. Slip your hands between his arms and his body, then hug him.” As Max did so, Matt started sharing his opinion of his brother with him but, unfortunately, he was not very comprehensible.

Even though Matt was a fairly substantial youngster, once Jonny had pulled Max’s arms until he was as closely chest to chest with Matt as possible, he could easily force him to cross his wrists and hold them there until Aiden managed to cross lash them. Even though there was not much scope for retreat, both boys instinctively tried to avoid more intimate contact with one another: it wasn’t the same with an audience of sadistic older brothers and their mate.

“Oh, don’t be shy, boys.” said Karl, “You know one another better than that. Come on, get closer.” With that he took a rope, doubled it, held it against Max’s waist and threaded the free ends through the bite. Pulling tight forced the two victims’ bellies (and other parts!) to be just about as close as they could come. Keeping the rope tight, Karl continued for two more turns and, next time round, forced the ends between the boys and returned them twice. Knotting off rendered an already tight waist tie even tighter.

With all the pulling and pushing Max had to try hard to stabilise both himself and Matt, whose legs he himself had bound earlier. He certainly wished he had not done quite such an efficient job.

That left the free ropes hanging between the two captives from Matt’s wrists. With an evil final touch Karl decided that one should be drawn between the legs of each victim and tied up to the rope that he had just tied round their waists.

Matt was the first to receive such attention. Even with his knees tied, Karl soon passed the rope between his legs, up between the cheeks of his arse and threaded it between the waist rope and his waist. A hard tug forced Matt’s arms downwards thus tightening his arms against Max’s and producing a considerable vocal reaction from both boys. Matt was trying to be very careful where he was putting his fingers as Karl tied off the rope.

When it came to Max’s turn, the same procedure couldn’t produce quite the same discomfort but still not much ease was forthcoming. There was enough rope remaining to pass each end between the legs of both boys and tie them off at the waist ropes again drawing them even closer together.

The final touch was when Jonny made sure that both boys had their chins on their fellow sufferer’s left shoulder and wrapped several layers of packing tape around their necks making head movement virtually impossible.

Karl, Aiden and Jonny agreed that that should keep the younger boys out of their hair while they used the ladder and the work-bench. While Karl took his blackmail video, making sure that Max could be clearly identified, Aiden started to strip for action. It was obviously his turn to be Dungeon Master and he was dressing for it.

Both sets of boys had “adventures” that evening but those stories are for later, perhaps; this is just an account of Karl’s blackmail videos.


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If anyone wants the follow ups to these situations, let me know or else I'll let them rest.

There's one more "Warbands" related story nearly finished but no plans, as yet, for any more. . . . .
Unless members can come up with ideas which would fit the context ????

Wassail!
xtc
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby fratboydanny » Wed Aug 25, 2010 10:13 am

i like it alot, especially scenerio #3. look forward to reading more.

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Aug 25, 2010 10:55 am

The bondage in the story is very good and detailed, well done

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Wed Aug 25, 2010 11:22 am

Christ, that was quick.
Thank you, guys.

Blessed be
xtc
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Aug 25, 2010 12:13 pm

More! More!! More!!! :big: :big: :big: :big: :big:
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Mr.B » Thu Aug 26, 2010 12:30 am

What a great story!!! :quirk: Please continue writing about how Max & Matt try to escape and how they're been "played" by their brothers! 8)

p.s. If it's not to late to add some suggestions, here's mine: Have the older boys to spend some more time with Max + Matt after their party at Jonny's house is over!! And perhaps this will create a better scenario for all --- make Max's (Karl's) parents away from home for a few days due to an emergency --- so the three older boys could take care of the little ones for a few days! :quirk:
p.s. (2). Have the older boys take care of Max & Matt a little differently (and be more creative) --- like, mummify them with duct tape, a strict hog-tied, a game (like, one person could see but is gagged, while the other person is blindfold but is not gagged) where Max & Matt is given a chance to escape (but can't 8) ), etc

All in all, this is an amazing story!! Thank you xtc!! Please do continue!!

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby MustBeDreaming » Thu Aug 26, 2010 5:03 am

VERY VERY good.
Incredibly well written.

Would be very intrigued to behold Max + Matt's revenge, if they should happen to find themselves capable. :quirk:

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Mike111 » Thu Aug 26, 2010 4:02 pm

Great story as always!!
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Mike111 » Sat Aug 28, 2010 10:20 pm

Please continue!!

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Sun Aug 29, 2010 2:16 am

OK Guys,
Call off the dogs. I can take a hint.
Thanks for the encouragement, I really appreciate it. :D

I had not intended this story to go any further; it was just an explanation towards the "Warbands" storylines.
I don't want to force it and spoil things but I will give it some serious thought.

---- I hate this (not): I'm already thinking about how the younger boys can get revenge ---- that's difficult! :roll:
---- No idea yet about their release or escape from their current situation --- or have I?
---- Oh Shit, when will I find time for real life? :quirk:

Please may I get the other storylines sorted out first?

Thanks for the encouragement and statements of appreciation, they mean a lot. :oops:
Oh, and I hate you all! :twisted:

Blessed be,
xtc
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Mr.B » Sun Aug 29, 2010 2:56 am

You're back, XTC!!! :big: :big:

xtc wrote:I don't want to force it and spoil things but I will give it some serious thought.
---- I hate this (not): I'm already thinking about how the younger boys can get revenge ---- that's difficult! :roll:
---- No idea yet about their release or escape from their current situation --- or have I?


PLEASE do continue!!
But is it just me, or does anyone else think that having a TUG revenge on older boys wouldn't be as fun as messing around with younger ones?? :quirk: Seriously, if you're going to have the younger boys get a revenge --- don't do it just yet as it might spoil the excitements that you've been building so far in the third scenario. So..why don't you just continue with the flow of the story --- have the older boys finish their party at Jonny's house and return to Karl's house and meet the younger boys. Then, like what I've suggested, have the older boys spend some more time with Max + Matt..perhaps find an excuse to get their parents away for a few days?? So the older boys can do whatever they want to Max + Matt! :big:

If the story does continue that way, I'm sure this will be an adventurous and exciting story. After they've had enough with Max and Matt, and you're hungry for some more dramatic actions --- then you can have the younger boys' revenge! :quirk:

I really can't wait for you to resume your writing! :quirk:


P.S.
---- Oh Shit, when will I find time for real life? :quirk:


Give some implicit hints to your friends lol :quirk:
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Aug 29, 2010 5:43 am

Personally I like stories of younger boys getting their revenge on older ones! Would love to see this story ultimately continue in that vein - after the older boys have more fun first. Ultimately always root for the 'under=dog!" Maybe because I usually WAS the underdog as a kid (however willing when it came to TuGs and bondage situations). :D
As for having time for real life... it can suck to be popular sometimes, can't it? :big: Especially when you get tied up with too many projects!!! *Groan!*
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Mr.B » Sun Aug 29, 2010 8:24 am

Jason Toddman wrote:Personally I like stories of younger boys getting their revenge on older ones! Would love to see this story ultimately continue in that vein - after the older boys have more fun first. Ultimately always root for the 'under=dog!" Maybe because I usually WAS the underdog as a kid (however willing when it came to TuGs and bondage situations). :D


So, Jason, you like to seek revenge on older ones uhm? :spank; HaHa (considering your own situation, this is understandable)! :quirk: But the thing is, the older boys in this story is waaaaaay too old in my opinion..they're more like teenagers (more like age +17 or above). Thus, I think it is kind of unrealistic (considering the age & strength difference) for Max + Matt to get a revenge on the older ones. :wink:

P.S. Personally, I think even if Max + Matt do get their revenge on the older boys, the narrative wouldn’t really fit within this story’s confines..

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Aug 29, 2010 9:18 am

There are ways for younger ones to get even; catching the older boys when he's already in a bind, enlisting lots of friends to gang up on the older boy, etc. :twisted:
As you will find in some ofmy later stories I will be postin , some younger boys sometimes got ME in a bind even when I wasn't actively cooperating with them! :tied:
But of course it's up to xtc to determine how writes his stories. IMHO I don't think he needs MY help (or anyone else's); he's doing perfectly fine all on his own! :big:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:26 pm

Jason & Fratboy,
Check your pms
You have been warned! :twisted:

xtc
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:54 pm

the older boys in this story is waaaaaay too old in my opinion..they're more like teenagers (more like age +17 or above).

Sorry, DB. at the time of the Blackmail story, the older kids are only about 15/16. It's the chaotic parental "supervision" that provides their opportunities.

Thus, I think it is kind of unrealistic (considering the age & strength difference) for Max + Matt to get a revenge on the older ones.

Yes, I've been considering the problems. The main one is that Aiden is built like a brick shit-house. No ideas yet - but I'm working on it.


P.S. Personally, I think even if Max + Matt do get their revenge on the older boys, the narrative wouldn't really fit within this story's confines..

SPOT ON, GUVNOR!

That last remark is absolutely accurate.

Am I Imissing the point following "confines. . " or can I just not see it?

These replies are approaching literary criticism. Whre do we go from here?




Wasail
xtc
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:04 pm

Jason knows he is a target. The boys have already been sent round. There are others on the list. Just wait and see.
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:35 pm

:?: :shock: :worried:
WTF?!?
:worried: :shock: :?:
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Tue Aug 31, 2010 6:57 am

Cricks is innocent!

xtc
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:23 am

No he's not!!! :twisted:


BTW did you get my last message? Knots are NOT the proper term for land travel.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Fri Sep 03, 2010 1:33 pm

Fratboydanny,
have you received the story I sent you?
I know this post spoils the joke to a certain extent but apparently the pms aren't getting through.
I need your permission to post. If I don't have it, that's OK too, I'll just have to send the boys round to someone else!
I ned to know one way or the other, please.

Wassail
xtc
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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Mike111 » Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:34 pm

You should write more stories like this! :mrgreen:

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Fri Sep 09, 2011 1:38 pm

It's been a long time coming but the next (?last?) part is ready.
I'll post it after the archiving that is due.
Anyone still interested?

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 09, 2011 9:12 pm

xtc wrote:It's been a long time coming but the next (?last?) part is ready.

After the sequels you wrote since then, I thiught you'd already done this. This ought to be interesting.

xtc wrote:I'll post it after the archiving that is due.

This sector was *already* archived, so what's the difference? - unless you mean posting it in a new thread.


xtc wrote:Anyone still interested?

YES!!!

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:19 am

THanks Json.
Zanev has agreed to move it for me so I thought I'd wait until after his update.

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:00 am

Cool.
Boy, I hope those updates don't ruin my pictures again!!! For one thing, I was thinking of resuming my Priosner in the Backyard story here like I have at DA.

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby Veracity » Wed Sep 28, 2011 10:03 pm

This is a very hot story!

Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/m

Postby xtc » Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:10 am

Last year I wrote:

Both sets of boys had "adventures" that evening but those stories are for later, perhaps; this is just an account of Karl's blackmail videos.

Later is now!

Thanks for the very positive reactions to the original story which, as I said, was merely supposed to finish there.
I regret that I could not adopt all the suggestions and only hope that, as a result, I shall not disappoint.
I shall still bear the suggestions/requests in mind. The Warbands kids already have other adventures planned!

Please enjoy the continuation of "Blackmail".
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Postby Chase Ricks » Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:22 am

I am both innocent and guilty depending on one's viewpoint. However this continuation had really be worth it. lol
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Blackmail m/m mm/m mmm/mm

Postby xtc » Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:49 am

BLACKMAIL – THE CONTINUATIONS


While the Younger Boys Waited

Once the video had been taken, Karl wrapped his brother’s eyes round with enough packing tape to parcel up an elephant and the two young friends were dragged over to the corner of the garage out of the way. There followed some discussion as to the best way to keep them subdued. Max sitting on Matt’s lap with his kegs astride was quite a favourite with the photographer but Jonny couldn’t be cruel enough to leave them like that and suggested that they both be allowed to kneel. That was going to be alright as long as they knelt upright but, once the effort became too much, the result can be imagined! In the end Aiden was getting impatient to take his turn as Dungeon Master and just taped Max’s legs together all the way from his ankles to his knees and back before taping both boys’ legs together from their ankles to their bums and back to their knees before the tape ran out.

“Listen, you two, we only need this dungeon for a couple of hours until we can get to Jonny’s. If you’re good, we’ll go some way towards releasing you before we leave. If you’re not . . .” As he said so, both boys felt something dragged across their buttocks followed by a sharp pain in the same area. The embarrassment of their reactions, whilst being tied so tightly together with others present, made them decide to try to behave.

Aiden propped the two younger boys up against the corner. It was going to be difficult to stay on their feet for anything like the promised couple of hours.

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As Dungeon Master, Aiden decided that he would wear his skins and his biker boots. He took the look seriously and wore just a thong underneath not to spoil the appearance. The sleeveless top left his arms free to operate but even he couldn’t bring himself to wear a mask.

The Master had to decide: who would get the ladder and who would get the bench. He decided that Karl and Jonny should wrestle for it. Karl had the weight but Jonny had the fitness. “First fall scores.” announced Aiden.

Both wrestlers stripped for action, Jonny to his boxer briefs and Karl to his loose boxers. Jonny and Karl got to grips. Jonny knew that, if Karl could lift him, he was done for so he kept the coupling low. Both boys pulled, pushed and attempted to trip the other until they fell in a, still joined, heap on the floor. The garage floor was not exactly the best surface for rolling around in a wrestling hold but neither boy wanted to give in. Eventually weight won out and Karl pinned Jonny by two hips & a shoulder.

“Break” announced Aiden and both wrestlers came to their knees in front of f him. “Karl is the victor. He gets to choose which tie Jonny suffers.” Karl chose the ladder for his opponent.

Karl was left on his knees awaiting his fate with his hands on his head as instructed while Aiden dealt with Jonny. He tied four loops of doubled rope round Jonny’s wrists before cinching them behind him. He was led over to the ladder and told to climb onto the third rung. Not an easy task with his hands bound and facing away from the ladder but, in a spirit of generosity Aiden supported him in his efforts. Once he had done so, his arms were pushed between two rungs, with the lower one at about elbow level. The ropes round Jonny’s wrists were then tied to a rung just below his hands.

“So far, so good.” thought Jonny, “But that can’t be all.”

“Won’t be a minute. I just don’t want Karl to feel left out in his own dungeon.” said Aiden as he walked away from the ladder. “Don’t forget,” he said to the two younger boys giving them each a swipe on the backside with something they couldn’t identify, “behave now.”

The combination of surprise and pain confirmed that the gags were efficient.

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Karl was beginning to regret wearing his boxers without the fly buttons, especially when he saw the ash stick; he assumed that they’d have time to change properly before submitting to Aiden. “Don’t worry, this isn’t for you.” assured Aiden as he lifted his friend’s chin with it. “Yet. Stand up.”

“Yes, Sir”, said Karl with his teeth clenched as the stick “helped” him to his feet.

Aiden ordered Karl to climb up on the work bench and sit with his lower legs hanging down. Karl guessed what was to happen next and spread his knees in an attempt to line up his legs with the solid wooden legs of the bench. He could already imagine the discomfort he’d be in shortly after Aiden had finished lashing him into place. Once more he rued wearing those particular boxers.

Over the past few years, the boys had obtained a reasonable stock of ropes, straps and even chains and padlocks. They had already showed considerable ingenuity in manufacturing devices for their TUGs and each had quite an extensive range of techniques. Aiden produced six fairly short leather straps, some even shorter ones, one very long webbing strap, lots of rope, a few accessories – and a claw hammer and a few four-inch nails. Karl sat in his stretched position looking quite calm about things –until he saw the hammer and nails. Aiden was his friend and he wasn’t too worried about the nails but he certainly started to get excited by the uncertainty as he tried to hold his position.

Aiden started with Karl’s ankles. He took one of the fairly short straps and bucked it loosely round one leg of the bench and Karl’s right ankle. He used one of the even shorter straps to pull the first one tight between Karl’s ankle and the leg of the bench. The same procedure followed round Karl’s other leg and below each knee. Getting the hammer and nails, Aiden climbed under the bench and held each of the larger straps to the insides of the legs with nails driven most of the way into the solid wood. By now Karl’s arms were struggling to keep him sitting up and, when Aiden brutally tickled the insides of his thighs to test his binding, Karl fell back with the obvious vocal reaction. Aiden seemed satisfied with Karl’s predicament so far but . . .

“Who gave you permission to lie down, boy?” and Aiden continued the ticking as Karl tried to apologise and sit up between gaps and laughs. “Still lying down on the job, boy? We can’t have that. Let me help you.” Karl kept trying to fend off Aiden’s probing fingers until the tickling stopped.

Aiden got a long rope and ordered his victim to sit up which, without the cruel onslaught he had just suffered, he managed to do. The Dungeon Master then positioned Karl’s hands about six inches apart on the bench behind him and told him not to move. The rope was doubled and wound between both Karl’s wrists four times before Aiden completed the rope cuffs by winding the free ends round the bindings forcing Karl’s wrists slightly closer. Aiden had quite a lot of rope left over. Good. All was going to plan. He brought the free ends up to Karl’s left elbow and tied a loop round it then another round the right elbow, pulling Karl’s arms slightly closer together. Once Aiden had wrapped a few more turns between Karl’s elbows and wrapped a few turns around those turns, drawing them tighter again, he just tied the ends off with a reef knot well out of the way of Karl’s hands.

“Just wait there a moment please.” And Aiden picked up another rope. He positioned it against the backs of Karl’s wrists, above his rope cuffs and wound one end round each wrist and threaded them between his arms before pulling his arms backwards and wrapping one end round each of the unused legs of the bench. Once the ends had been tied together, Karl’s arms hadn’t been pulled too far back but that could be adjusted later and there’d be no way he was going to be lying down on the job again.

“Comfortable?” Karl didn’t dignify that with an answer. Nevertheless, Aiden decided that he ought to gag him before going over to pay more attention to Jonny. They’d already used all the younger boys’ packing tape so there was nothing for it: he’d have to use his own. Karl soon had one of his own socks taped into his mouth by a few layers of black duct tape. A quick tap of Karl’s wrists, forcing them backwards, prompted a muffled “UUUNNN”.

“That’ll do.” observed Aiden as he went over to continue entertaining Jonny.

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“OK Jonny, time for you to get a chance to hang around doing nothing, you’re mum says you’re good at that!” Jonny gave Aiden a look but thought better of answering back. “But before we start, open wide.” Jonny kept his lips resolutely clamped shut, if Aiden was going to gag him, which, realistically, he was, he was going to have to fight for it.

Aiden put down Karl’s other sock and picked up another length of rope. Within seconds Jonny’s ankles had been bound and his feet pulled off the rung that was supporting him. He immediately found himself hanging from his elbows and, once Aiden had passed the rope under the bottom rung of the ladder and tied it off to a rung behind his knees, Jonny couldn’t get his feet onto any of the rungs. “Open wide?”

Still Jonny’s lips remained closed. “OK, I’ve tried asking nicely; now it’s the demon fingers of Dungeon Master Aiden.” With that a prolonged tickle torture session commenced. Even hanging as he was, Jonny’s writhing was most gratifying to the torturer. “Had enough, yet?”

Between the writhing and laughter, pained inhalations of breath and eventual snorting noises, Jonny still managed to indicate that Aiden could go to somewhere very warm. After ten minutes the combined pain of hanging from his elbows and the unpredictability of where the “demon fingers” would strike next forced Jonny to submit. “Promise, boy?” asked Aiden as he continued his assault relentlessly. By the time Aiden was satisfied with his friend’s surrender, Jonny would have promised anything Aiden asked.

Aiden released the rope from the rung behind Jonny’s knees and Jonny managed to find his footing on the third rung again. He was still frantically trying to catch his breath when Aiden managed to insert Karl’s sock into his mouth and to tape it into place with more of his precious black gaffer tape. Once Aiden had allowed Jonny some time to compose himself, he lifted his feet off the rung and tied them underneath the one above it. Jonny was now hanging from his elbows again with only a small chance of relieving the pressure on them by straightening his legs, a difficult and uncomfortable pose to maintain in itself.

“What’s the safety word, Jonny?”

“M m, M m. M m, M m.” muffled Jonny with a noticeable, “Harry Potter. Harry Potter.” rhythm.

“OK, you’ll do.” With that, Aiden gave him a back-handed slap to the belly and turned once more to Karl.

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By now, Karl’s arms were starting to feel the strain in spite of which Aiden didn’t think he’d done enough to stress his friend’s body so he took out a new toy he’d made. Both brothers had talents on that front. The device was a long, heavy webbing strap with smaller leather straps attached to each end and a heavy buckle about forty centimetres from each end. Aiden threaded one end of the restraint under Karl’s right thigh and pulled the attached strap back to its buckle and fastened it temporarily into place. Having passed the other end of the strap under the bench, Aiden fastened Karl’s left leg similarly. His artistic side then started to express itself as Aiden tightened the straps until he judged that Karl was retrained perfectly symmetrically. As Aiden tightened the restraint, it pulled Karl’s knees further and further apart forcing his boxers to ride up thus giving him another reason to regret wearing them.

“Safety word?” demanded the Dungeon Master turning Karl’s face towards him. Karl shook his head and Aiden ruffled his hair and pretended not to notice his evident satisfaction with his situation.

By now Jonny was feeling the effort of trying to take the pressure of his weight off his arms and was wondering about saying, “Harry Potter” loudly and frequently when Aiden approached him again. He took hold of the relatively slight Jonny under his armpits in his very strong hands and lifted. Jonny gave a sigh of profound relief. “How long do you think I can keep this up for, boy?” Jonny’s reply was little more than a moan. “Too bad, my arms are tired.” And Jonny found himself lowered gently into his previous position.

He’d no sooner managed to “Nnnggh” than Aiden started the tickling again. Jonny quickly found ways of relieving the pain in his arms as he straightened his legs in reaction to the assault. Following about five minutes intense torment Aiden suddenly stopped. Jonny looked at him, he looked at Jonny, Jonny looked at him waiting for the next assault on his tortured body.

Aiden gave him a coupe of little slaps on the cheek and clicked his tongue. He took out a knife. Soon Jonny found himself standing on a rung of the ladder once more with his ankles free, breathing heavily and gradually recovering.

“Karl will think I’m ignoring him.” announced Aiden crossing the garage once more.

“What’s it to be then, man? Tickling the feet? Stretching the arms behind you? Nipple clamps? I’ve just made some new ones.” With each suggestion, Aiden made the appropriate actions. “Ah, no, remember last weekend?” asked Aiden producing something looking suspiciously like a tin of chilli powder from his bag. “Just what’s poking out from your boxers should do nicely.”

Karl suddenly discovered that he had more scope for movement than he would have believed possible and managed to make more noise through his nose than he would have made through his mouth in normal conversation as he frantically tried to withdraw inside his boxers again.

“What, don’t you want it?” The animated head-shaking and repeated screams seemed to indicate that he did not. “OK, but remember: after last weekend, you owe me one. Understand?” As Aiden moved the open tin into position, Karl did his best to indicate that he did, indeed, understand. “Name a day next week.”

“Nlll gwa.”

“Was that Monday?” Karl shook his head. Following two more questions from Aiden, they settled on Wednesday and Aiden brought the tin up in front of Karl’s eyes and ostentatiously snapped on the lid and tapped it twice while looking down at Karl’s embarrassment. He then took hold of the waist-band of his friend’s boxers, helping him to withdraw, and let it snap into place again.



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Yet to come: Over to Jonny's Place
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