Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Apr 26, 2010 12:35 am

I’m new at writing posts, and this is a fairly long story. I’ll do just one installment now so that I can get some feedback and fix any mistakes in style or story-telling that I may be making and/or make it more interesting (as long as I don't lie).
The story is true, though I have modified the actual dialog a bit here and there. All names have been changed to protect the innocent – namely, me.

CHAPTER 1

My name is Jason Toddman. When I was 13 my father fell ill and had to stay at a special hospital far from home, and my mother stayed there with him. Since no one felt I should be left alone in the house for the two weeks my mother would be gone, I was invited (or more accurately shanghaied) to live with my aunt (mother’s sister) in a small town well separated from either my home or the hospital. It was July so school would not be a factor. My aunt would be out much of the time too with my mother or being at work, but I would have my two cousins to keep me company and presumably keep me out of trouble. That was the theory, anyway.

Walter was 15, and was of average height for his age, slim but athletic build, and had strawberry blond hair. His younger brother Randy was 14, a year younger than his brother, just a bit taller than me and thin as a rail, and had darker hair. I had met them before on occasional family get-togethers (mostly holidays) and previously had gotten along with them okay; or at least so I thought. But then I generally didn’t have to interact with them more than two or three hours at a time more than two or three times a year so mostly we were out of each others’ hair. We would just play ‘bored’ games like Monopoly to pass the time until it was time for my family to go home again, which seemed to be the only time during my visits that I saw them smile. However, I was apparently too socially inept to notice this, let alone figure out what this probably meant. They didn’t like me very much... at least, not at the time.

I suppose I can’t blame them. They were athletic; into soccer and track and wrestling and stuff like that. I was rather pudgy; not obese, but certainly no athlete. I was a bookworm and looked it with my coke-bottle glasses and buck-teeth. I liked such nerdy things like Star Trek and Superman and cared nothing at all about sports. But worse of all, I was a selfish, annoying, pain in the ass know-it-all.

The last few times I visited prior to the occasion of the main part of my story, they decided to spice up the visit for me by wrestling with me. Though a year younger than Randy I was about as heavy at the time, and thought I could take him, but he always managed to pin me down within ten seconds. He generally took much longer letting me back up again. Walter pinned me even faster and was even slower letting me up. On the last occasion I visited prior to staying with them, Randy simply pushed me down and straddled my chest, Walter got behind him and sat on my stomach, and we remained like that for well over an hour while we watched television. When I started to say something they threatened to tape my mouth shut; holding a roll of duct tape for emphasis. I kept as quiet as if they had actually gagged me. Otherwise they didn’t do anything to me.

I had all but forgotten this incident by the time I had to spend two weeks at their house, and figured I could just hang out and get to know my cousins better. Failing that, I could watch TV or read some books I had brought along.

Walt and Randy were civil enough when I arrived, but as I was bunking in Randy’s room, I soon got the impression that I was more of an unwelcome intruder rather than a welcome guest in their eyes, although my aunt was glad enough to have me there to keep Walt and Randy company while she was taking my mom to see my dad (mom couldn’t drive; my aunt had to come get us and drive us to her house). They would spent the first overnight at my aunt’s house, then my aunt would drive mom to dad’s hospital early in the morning and return late the following night. She’d be home each night (though be away most of the day every day otherwise) until it was time to pick up mom (and hopefully dad if he recovered enough) again later.

Randy and Walter had had separate rooms for a long while, but as younger kids they had bunked together. Randy still had the large bed they used to share in his room; I was bunking with him because his bed was roomy enough for us both and because Walter was the privileged older brother who kept his own privacy intact. Randy’s bed was solid oak and had thick wooden railings at the head and foot. Having a strange imagination even then, I idly wondered if Walter had ever tied Randy to those railings when they slept together. I never suspected I would find out the answer that very night.

I was tired from the trip to my aunt’s house and went to bed earlier than the others. I always sleep on my back with my arms flung out above my head. I wasn’t used to sleeping in a bed with railings so thought nothing of where my hands and feet were at the time. Despite the strange bed, I conked out in no time. It was quiet as Randy was with his brother in Walter’s room watching TV at the time, and (unusually for me) I was a sound sleeper that night.

Sometime during the night I sleepily felt something cold settle around my wrists… and then something else cold around my ankles… but I was too sleepy to really care and tried to go back to sleep. My arms and legs seemed a bit stretched out so I turned in bed slightly to make myself more comfortable - and only then noticed that I was having a little trouble moving my hands and feet. Still more than half asleep, I was sleepily trying to move them to a more comfortable position when a bright light abruptly came on and blinded me like a bat dragged out into the sunlight.

While I was winking and blinking and trying to figure out what was going on, a heavy weight suddenly settled down on my chest and another on my stomach. I felt two bony knees suddenly brace my face and hold them firmly facing upward, and I opened my eyes just in time to blurrily see two hands descending toward my face with a length of duct tape held between them. Before I could open my mouth to show my indignation, that tape was plastered right over it and patted down quite forcefully to keep my mouth shut! As gags go it was not very effective but sufficed for this occasion; the only other occupants of the house were my mom and my aunt (my uncle was deceased), and they were both so hard of hearing I doubt they could have heard me yell even without a gag. As the house was out in the country, there was no one else within calling distance either.

My eyes adjusted to the light, but I still could not see too well as I am as nearsighted as Mister Magoo and my glasses were on the drawer-top where I'd placed them when going to bed. I could see enough however to grasp the situation. My hands were cuffed to the wooden railing above my head (each rail being well over an inch thick) and my feet ankle-braceleted (or whatever the correct term is) to the railing there. It was no mystery where these had come from; my uncle was a policeman and apparently these were his own sets. It was no mystery who had clapped them on me, either. I could see Randy’s smiling face looking down at mine while he straddled my chest and his bony knees dug into my shoulders; while Walter was peering down at me over Randy’s shoulder with a cheese-eating grin while he straddled my stomach. Walter wore boxer shorts and an old T-shirt, while Randy was shirtless and wore pajama bottoms cut off just above the knees. Though still slender, he was starting to develop an athletic build similar to Walter’s, and I suddenly caught myself looking at his upper body with some envy as I compared his graceful build to my pudgy self.

I swear my look was merely one of envy, but Randy thought (or at least pretended he thought) that that look meant something else. “Don’t look at me like that, you (I’d rather refrain from describing what he called me)!” The next thing I knew, I saw his hand descend and whap me in the face… hard enough so that all I saw for a few seconds afterward were stars. Then, as my vision cleared, I heard tape ripping and saw some of it coming right at my eyes. Randy was using the tape to blindfold me! Then, apparently for good measure, he reached out above my head, pulled the case off the spare pillow, and wrapped the upper half of my head with it. After that, he decided to add to the gag by yanking the pillow out from under my head, pulled off its case, and wrapped it around my mouth and jaws. It still wasn’t terribly effective in making me inaudible, but it sure made me FEEL helpless!

I tried to protest as the two pillow cases covered every part of my head except the top of my scalp and my nose. I promptly felt my nose pinched tightly shut between a thumb and forefinger, and I began to panic. Randy only squeezed for a few seconds – long enough for me to get the intended message – and then let go again. I breathed a sigh of relief and then kept perfectly quiet like I was obviously supposed to. I felt the weight of Randy’s body shift a little on my chest and then heard some whispering between my two cousins; Randy had evidently turned to face his cousin so that I could not hear what either said. Neither made any effort to talk to me or to get off of me, but I decided that I better just lay there and wait for them to tell me their intentions in their own good time.

I felt Randy’s weight shift back to the way it was at the same time he pinched my nose shut again and gave it a shake. “You still awake down there?” he asked as he let go. I vigorously nodded my head in hopes he wouldn’t do something else to ensure he had my attention.

“Good!” he replied, while at the same time he began to flick my nose alternately with his forefingers; making it good and sore in no time! “Now listen up. We understand that with your dad ill and all you had to stay somewhere, and that you got ‘volunteered’ to stay with us, just like we got ‘volunteered’ to babysit you. Get it? Baby-SIT?”

He then laughed for a bit at his own joke. It sounded like the braying of a jackass and was almost as annoying as the nose-flicking he was still giving me.

“Thing is,” he continued, “Walt and I kind of of got used to having the house to ourselves all day every day while school’s out and mom’s working. We can have our friends over and play soccer and stuff. But we can’t do what we want if we have to take you along everywhere we go. You’d be bored, we’d be annoyed, and - frankly - we’d be embarrassed if our friends saw us with a fatty like you.”

I swallowed my indignation as he stopped flicking my nose at this point (tapping it with his forefinger instead to emphasis his point) and I did not want to give him an excuse to resume doing it (the tapping didn’t hurt anywhere near as much). I simply lay there and listened… what else could I do?

“So once our moms have gone out,” spoke up Walter, “we’re going to take you along with us to meet some other friends of ours, who have agreed to take over the babysitting chores for us each day. They’ll enjoy keeping you company more than we will. You’ll stay with them each day, and come back here to sleep with us with our moms none the wiser. And we’ll all be happy, won’t we?”

There was a silent pause then. Was I supposed to answer that stupid question?

I felt Walter’s weight suddenly lift off my stomach for a second, and then plop back down forcefully enough to make my nose whistle with the outtake of my breath and (as I was gagged so couldn’t exhale through my mouth) made my mouth make a sound very similar to a fart.

“WON’T WE?” asked Walter again rather more forcefully.

I began to nod my head in the affirmative hastily to prevent a recurrence, but at the same time Randy laughed/brayed again and said, “That sounded funny! Do it again!” I began to shake my head back and forth even more hastily in hopes of mercy, but I didn’t get it. Walter started to bounce on my gut like I was his own personal trampoline. Luckily the mattress was thick and soft, and it absorbed much of the impact. The bed also squeaked loudly, thankfully causing him to desist bouncing after a minute or so for fear of awakening either my mom or his despite their deafness. Though it seemed to me that if Randy’s brays couldn’t awaken them, nothing would!

“Okay then” continued Randy. “You just go ahead and get some more shut-eye. We’ll stay right here with you to make sure you don’t get into trouble – or to cause US any!”

I felt (and heard) my cousins get off of me and settle down on the bed; one lying on either side of me. I heard one of them click off the light while the other removed the pillow cases from my head. “I’ll take the tape off your mouth too, so we don’t have to worry about you having breathing problems while we sleep.” I heard Randy whisper into my left ear. “But one peep out of you to try to get attention and we’ll make you feel like one of our soccer balls! Understand?”

“Uh huh!” I replied softly, being semi-coherent with only the tape covering my mouth.

Randy peeled off the tape, which hurt worse than the nose flicking, but I gritted my teeth and took it without a sound for fear they’d gag me again otherwise. However, Randy made no attempt to remove the tape over my eyes… nor unlock the cuffs that bound me firmly to the bed. He and Walter simply lay down beside me – actually partially on top of me as the bed was not quite roomy enough for all three of us.

My cousins went to sleep readily enough; I think they hadn’t slept at all that night up to that point but had been busy cooking up this scheme to get me out of the house each day so I wouldn’t cramp their style. But I just lay there – wide-eyed were it not for the tape blindfolding me – and felt and heard my cousins softly breathing (Walter was so close he was literally breathing down my neck). Randy tossed and turned every so often; and more than once his spindly arms were halfway wrapped around my chest. One time I felt a hand near my groin and I simultaneously felt a flash of panic, a suddenly rising pressure down there, and a strong need to go to the bathroom. But the hand didn’t stray into forbidden territory and was soon gone again; whichever boy it was (probably Randy) had undoubtedly been asleep the whole time and unaware of what he’d done.

Then the panic was replaced by… disappointment? Meanwhile, the scary type of pressure slowly subsided but the other, more familiar one continued to mount. Oh God, why’d I drink so much water before going to bed! Am I about to become a 13-year-old bed-wetter?!

To be continued
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 26, 2010 7:53 am

Very promising. More please!!! :big: :big: :big: :big: :big:
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby haloguy » Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:55 pm

great story! keep up the writing!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:32 pm

Thank you for the kind words Sarumansauron and Haloguy. I'll try not to disappoint you. Here is Part 2:

CHAPTER 2

I suppose I should have mentioned before that I had a brother named Ike who was four years older than me. Because of him, I had acquired experience in tie-up games from a fairly early age. In fact, I cannot recall a time when we weren’t playing tie-up games. By the time I was five (and he was nine), I was certainly well-acquainted with the feeling of being tied up and helpless and at the mercy of other boys for a prolonged period of time.

Often my brother would bring his friends along (most as close to my age as they were to his; some even closer) and they’d have a good laugh at my expense watching me struggle to get loose. But other than some verbal taunting and an occasional tickle, they didn’t torment me and Ike usually freed me when they got tired of the game. I always ended up having to be untied as I never got free by myself; but at least they never walked off and left me tied up all by myself. By the time I was 12, I actually began to enjoy these games as much as they did, and sometimes let some of Ike’s friends tie me up and tease me for a while even when Ike himself wasn’t around.

Because he was so much older than I, Ike’s skill at tying me up always greatly exceeded my abilities to get myself loose again. At nine years old, I could escaped the ties he performed when HE was 9, but since he’d be 13 by then and his skills improved I was always literally in a bind. Now, at 13, I could’ve escaped the ties he’d used on me when he was 13, but at 17 his skills again exceeded mine. However, by that time he rarely tied me because we kept fighting and arguing, and his tendency to tie me up had been discovered by our parents by then. It was as much for these reasons as any others that it was decided by one and all to keep us well separated while mom and dad were away. Ike was old enough to stay home alone. And he'd have no opportunities to tie me up!

The irony of this did not escape me at all in my current predicament. I had never been bound with handcuffs before, and so all my rope-escaping skills acquired from Ike’s hands seemed unavailing here - but otherwise the situation was not too unfamiliar. I was actually beginning to enjoy this somewhat. I was scared at first, but knew Walter and Randy wouldn’t really hurt me or wouldn’t have dared to even had they wanted to. But I really needed to go to the bathroom, and this was the first time that I was at the mercy of boys who weren’t wide awake and keeping an eye on me in case I got into trouble. It was going to be a challenge to get their attention, and actually getting it might be a mixed blessing if they resented being woken up too much. But by the time it began to get light outside, I decided that I had to take the risk.

Randy’s face was nestled against my shoulder. Cuffed the way I was, it was difficult to move, but I was able to flex my upper arm enough to nudge him in the face. It took a while as he was an even deeper sleeper than I was, but I finally managed to get a groggy response out of him. At about the same time, Walter woke up as well and looked at me.

I looked back at him with pleading eyes and managed to talk well enough through the tape (which was starting to peel off anyway) to get my message across.

Walter got up, went to a drawer, grabbed one of my own clean rolled-up socks, and came back with it. “You want to go wizz, you do as I say.” He told me as he pulled the tape off my face. “Open.”

Naturally I did the opposite.

So Randy and Walter began to tickle the dickens out of me. Unfortunately for me, I am one of the more ticklish sort of people. Randy attacked my belly button while Walter sat on my chest and braced my face with his knees so that I couldn’t turn my head aside. The moment I was in helpless laughter (which was not long in coming) Walter jammed the rolled-up sock in my mouth and then held me rigid while Randy used the duct tape to cocoon the lower half of my head. Once the gag was secure, Walter got up off me, fetched my glasses, and put them on me so that I could see.

The two made no move to let me go to the bathroom however. They just looked at me with evil grins, and then resumed tickling me. Randy was a darned skilled and merciless tickler too – he straddled my hips and tickled my ribcage and armpits with gusto, while Walter attacked the soles of my feet! I was thrashing around the bed like a lunatic, despite Randy’s body weight pinning my torso down. The gag was much more effective than before, but I was sure I could still have been heard anywhere inside the house who wasn’t asleep or half-deaf.

My laughs became to turn into muffled screams as I felt my bladder begin to react to this treatment.

“Think we should just let him do it here?” asked Walter.

“Not in MY bed, we aren’t!” replied Randy, apparently just remembering why I’d woken them up in the first place. “It might be fun to make his mom think he wet the bed for no reason, and perhaps he’d have to clean up the mess too – but mom might make us help! Let’s get him to the bathroom before he explodes.”

“Yeah,” agreed Walter as we went to get the cuff keys. “Good thing mom and Aunt Sylvia aren’t up yet.”

Walter released one on the cuffs from around my ankle, pulled it clear of the bedpost, and re-attached the hobble again. “Turn over as much as you can” instructed Randy, taking his weight off my chest as he reached backward for the keys Walter was handing over to him. “I’m going to take one cuff off and then cuff your hands behind you.”

“You sure you want to do that?” Walter asked him. “Or do you want to have to help him aim once he’s ready to do his business?”

Randy gave his brother a look that clearly indicated he hadn’t thought of that. “Okay, change of plan. I’ll cuff your hands in front – at least until you’ve done what you need to do. But no funny business. Try to escape or attract attention and we’ll make you sorry.”

I doubted he really meant that; his voice didn’t carry the conviction that he actually intended to hurt me if I resisted; and neither did the look on Walter’s face. But I cooperated anyway; if only so that there’d be no unnecessary delay doing what I needed (desperately by now) to do. Also, I was enjoying myself somewhat more now that the prospect of bladder relief was imminent and I was curious what their plans for me were.

Randy rolled me on my back again after freeing one hand and pulling both hands away from the bedpost. Then he turned around as he maneuvered my hands to my front, and for a few seconds his butt hovered so close that I thought he was going to sit on my face! I wasn’t sure I was ready for THAT experience yet but it didn’t happen.

Once he secured the handcuffs in front of me he got up off the bed to stand beside his brother.

As I was easing myself off the bed however, Walter took some rope and looped it around my middle and around the handcuffs a few times and pulled it tight, so that my hands were tied firmly to my belly. But at least I could still reach that vital part of me that I needed to once they finally got me to the bathroom.

They still weren’t satisfied though. Walter got a leash with a choke collar (used for a collie they used to have) and put it around my neck with another wide, evil grin. He held me on a short leash and tugged slightly to give me an idea what would happen to me if I didn’t do exactly what he wanted. THIS threat I could believe. At this point though, I was too desperate to care and actually began to whine through my gag for all the world like a puppy dog eager to go for a walk!

This got a few laughs from Randy, until Walter shushed him for fear of awakening their mom or mine. This was probably needless; with her hearing aid off and sound asleep, my mom was dead to the world and I knew my aunt was no different. This was the result of their having had to work in a very noisy shoe factory (without ear-plugs, apparently) when they were young girls during the Depression rather than genetics. I, on the other hand, had hearing almost as keen as the dog’s whose leash I was now wearing.... at least, when I was awake.

Randy stepped out of the room to make sure the coast was clear, and waved us on. Walter led the way, holding the leash a mere three feet from where it was wrapped around my neck, while Randy walked behind me. Randy and Walter’s bedrooms were upstairs, while my mom and Aunt Yvette sleep in separate rooms downstairs; the bathroom was at the end of the same hall, so we had to walk downstairs and pass both bedrooms to reach the bathroom. I was nervous at the prospect of walking past mom’s bedroom like this; it would be embarrassing as hell to be seen like that. That it’d probably be even worse for Walter and Randy never entered my head at the time – or theirs either judging from the nonchalant looks on their faces.

We tried to walk quietly, but the clink-clink-clink of the leg irons my cousins insisted on hobbling me with made stealth difficult. I tried to indicate to them that maybe they should remove the hobbles, but if they understood my message at all they showed no sign of it; Walter simply pulled me along and Randy gently shoved me from behind. Only knowing that our moms were so hard of hearing and sound sleepers – and my insistent bladder - enabled me to go through with this without a more vigorous protest.

We reached the bathroom without incident, but my cousins wouldn’t let me go in alone. They simply stood behind me to give me some illusion of privacy and told me to get on with it. I managed to do this without making much of a mess. However, even with my hands in front, having my hands cuffed AND tied made aiming difficult; especially as I was a bit – uh, stiff – down there at the time and pointing down was a problem! Darn it, but this was certainly a bad time to have to deal with – stiff joints.
Finally though, the ordeal was done. I felt in need of a wash but my captors would only allow a quick rinse of my hands then. “You can wash up all you want later, when the three of us have the house to ourselves. Now let’s go. Your mom wanted an early start and might wake up at any time.”

Just as he finished saying this, we all heard an alarm clock going off in Aunt Yvette’s bedroom!

There was no time now to get those darned hobbles off of me. Half dragging and half carrying me to make my leg irons clink less, Walter and Randy bustled me back down the hallway, past the bedrooms, and up the stairs! From the top of the stairs, they dragged me as fast as they could go back to Randy’s bedroom and closed the door.

“S***! That was close!” exclaimed Walter as he led me back to Randy’s bed.

“Doesn’t sound like she heard anything though,” replied Randy as he listened through the door. “The alarm clock is still going off. Oh, now she’s shut it off. It doesn’t sound like she’s doing anything unusual. I guess everything’s okay.”

“Good!” replied Walter. “Let get Jason back to bed.”

I tried to protest; indicating I’d rather stay up (having already slept a good eight hours), but they ignored me. Tugging insistently on my leash, Walter took me back to Randy’s bed where the two reversed the previous procedure to bind me back to it again.

They had considered leaving my hands cuffed in front of me, but decided that wasn't secure enough.“We’ll wait until our moms have gotten up, gotten ready, and leave,” Walter told me. “Once they’re gone, we’ll let you up so you can wash up, get dressed, have breakfast, and get ready to meet some new friends. But they’ll probably take a couple of hours. Let’s see, it’s six now (the sun had come up about the time we got back upstairs), and mom said they’d leave around eight. So we’ve still got a couple of hours to kill. You may as well go ahead and go back to sleep.”

My cousins started to walk out and return to Walter’s room, but my protests through the gag brought them back. “What?!” snapped Walter with a bit of asperity.

I wanted them to remove the darned gag, but it was now so effective I couldn’t make any coherent words get out of my mouth. But they apparently got the idea anyway. “The gag stays on!” said Walter. “Can’t have you calling for help once our moms are awake. And besides, do you really want your mom to see you like this? We’d just tell her it was your idea because you miss your brother Ike so much!”

I hadn’t known they knew about my brother playing TuG games with me. Under the circumstances, it’d be embarrassing if my mom believed them. She probably would too, as I was rather a habitual liar when I was younger. All the same, I continued protesting.

“What now? Can’t sleep?” asked Walter with a bit less annoyance in his voice.

I nodded my head.

“Doesn’t want to be left alone handcuffed like that either, I’ll bet,” put in Randy.

I nodded my head again with more vigor.

“Okay,” replied Walter with a heavy sigh as he shut the bedroom door he had just opened closed again. “We’ll keep baby company if that’s what he wants.”

Walter then peeled off his T-shirt (leaving him in just his boxers) as he walked up to the bed, climbed on top… and then straddled my chest again. Giggling, Randy followed close behind and straddled my belly (now wearing only his own set of boxers).

This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but I didn’t protest. At least, not until Walter proceeded to flick my nose and ears with his forefingers, pinch my cheeks, and playfully slap my face (not hard enough to hurt though). Every so often he’d also close my nose shut, and cut off my air until I began to struggle. He’d let go well before I was in danger of passing out though, and I wasn’t too scared after the first couple of times. However, after a particularly long and painful squeeze, I protested again.

“If you prefer, I can do what I sometimes do to Randy,” said Walter. “When I have him tied to his bed, I put a pillow over his face and sit on it a while. Would you like that?”

I stared at him goggle-eyed in sudden panic – mixed perhaps with a bit of anticipation – and bewilderment. He tied his own brother and sat on him? That explained a few things!

“If you prefer, we don’t need the pillow!”

OMG! Was he serious!?

Walter got up, turned around, took my glasses off and tossed them to Randy, and began to slowly descend while I began to thrash around in my cuffs like a lunatic again - and Randy brayed like a jackass again.

Bug-eyed, I watched as Walter came to within an inch of my head – and then stopped. I closed my eyes tightly shut and held my breath, awaiting the inevitable.
But instead of my air being cut off, my ears were assaulted with more laughter as Walter turned back around without touching my face, resumed sitting on my chest with a wide close-mouthed grin, and resumed gently slapping my face and pinching my nose shut. At the same time, despite not having my glasses on I was noticing a bulge inside Walter’s boxers (loose as they were on him) that matched the one I could feel rising inside of mine when he began to squeeze my face between his lanky thighs.

I didn’t protest any more after that.

To be continued ---
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby nestatugs » Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:59 pm

this is a great story, please continue!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby animal » Mon Apr 26, 2010 3:26 pm

Definitely keep going! It's getting really interesting! And pretty well written too.

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Apr 26, 2010 7:41 pm

Well written indeed. Keep it up!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Apr 26, 2010 10:56 pm

With encouragement like this, how can I refuse? Just please tell me if the story goes too far somewhere, okay? Though there is no actual sex in this story, there is more than a bit of kink. I'd gotten so used to it during my childhood and adolescence that I forget how it seems sometimes to others. Anyway, here is part three...

CHAPTER 3

As the early morning progressed, the three of us could hear first Aunt Yvette (Walter and Randy’s mom) and my mom (their aunt Sylvia) as they awoke, washed, and began to prepare breakfast. Once we was sure the bathroom was free, Walter got up, put on some PJs, and went downstairs for his own shower while Randy remained with me (still straddling my stomach) to keep me company. Once Walter returned (now dressed in gym shorts, a tank-top, white socks and (really well-used but relatively odorless) sneakers, Randy got up off me to take his shower while Walter resumed his old seat on my chest... putting my glasses back on me for the first time since he had removed them while pretending he was going to sit down on my face.

“Once we’re alone, we’ll let you up you can shower, change clothes, and have breakfast, okay?” he told me in a conversional tone of voice as if taking someone captive and sitting on his chest weren’t at all unusual.

I ‘Mmmphed’ through my gag.

“I’m not removing your gag until our moms are gone,” said Walter. “Once we’re alone, I’ll take the gag off and you can talk all you want until we get ready to leave. Until then, put a sock in it!”

I groaned at the awful pun; it was a sock stuffed into my mouth and held in place with duct tape that was preventing me from saying anything coherent.

I groaned even louder when he shifted backward to sit on my belly and start twisting my nipples (I wasn’t wearing a T-shirt; just boxers); not too hard, but hard enough to be annoying. Then he slapped them and laughed, saying they jiggled like Jell-O. Granted I was a bit pudgy, but you’d think I had a woman’s breasts from the way he carried on. Then he bounced on my belly lightly a few times and said I was certainly well padded and more comfortable to sit on than his far more slender brother. Walter on the other hand had a boney butt, which become all the more annoying with every bounce he took.

Randy returned finally, dressed like Walter but wearing an old short-sleeved T-shirt that was cut off two-thirds of the way down – leaving his navel area exposed.

“We’re going down for breakfast now,” Walter said to me. “We’ll tell your mom you wanted to sleep in. You’ll be fine by yourself for an hour or so. Once they’re gone, we’ll care of your needs too.”

And with that my two cousins walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind them. I halfway expected them to lock it too (more to keep anyone else out and seeing me than to keep me in, which their kind of lock couldn’t do anyway were I free); but they didn’t. I could hear them running down the stairs and then chatter away with mom and my aunt while they had breakfast. I could hear snatches of the conversation and my name mentioned once or twice, but that was about it.

I didn’t use the time I had alone to try to escape. For one thing, it would’ve been futile; I was trapped but good. The cuffs were on my wrists too securely and those wooden bedposts were too stout to break with the poor leverage that I had. For another, I was enjoying myself more than ever. Looking at the railing of the bed, I could see numerous marks, scratches, and even some gouges in the woodwork, indicating that this bed had been used for both tie-ups and cuffing numerous times. I wondered if their mother had ever noticed them and wondered what caused them.

I also wondered how they got into this habit of tying up and then sitting on each other and hoped they’d tell me once I had the chance to ask them about it. Although I had been sat on by other boys before, it was usually brief and usually the consequence of losing a fight… and had never happened while I tied up at the time. This time, I had been sat on and tied up at the same time and for an extended period of time, and had found the combination exhilarating. I had never felt so scared before… and so excited at the same time. I was confused by these feelings at first, but I had plenty of time to think about it. I had thought being tied up to be the ultimate feeling of helplessness; but to be sat on and tormented by my two cousins at the same time was so much more exciting than anything I had ever experienced before! The fact that I knew them far less well than Ike and his friends - or anyone else who had ever tied me up – and therefore had little idea what they might do to me only added to the excitement. By the time Walter and Randy came back to my room, I was hoping they’d sit on me again and keep doing it all day!

After what seemed like forever I heard my mom and aunt leaving. My mom called out a goodbye to me from the bottom of the stairs in case I was awake. I was and heard her clearly but kept quiet; the only sounds I could make couldn’t be heard by her anyway and I didn’t want to attract her attention to my current predicament in any case. I heard Randy tell her that he and Walter had stayed up with me half the night playing Monopoly, and that I was probably still asleep. Mom and Aunt Yvette took his word for it, said their goodbyes to my cousins, and then left.

The moment their car started down the driveway, my cousins came upstairs to check on me. “They’re gone,” Walter announced to me with an decidedly evil-looking grin.

“Now for some REAL fun!” snickered Randy, rubbing his hands together like some cartoon villain plotting a dastardly deed.

The two of them jumped on top of my helpless form and tickled me even more relentlessly than before. I laughed and then screamed through the gag as if I was being horribly tortured – which I essentially was!

But then, suddenly, I felt myself choking. My struggles changed dramatically, and my cousins immediately recognized the look in my eyes as sheer terror.

“S***! We forgot the G**-damned sock!” shouted Randy. “He’s choking on it!”

Walter had realized this as quickly as Randy, but instead of panicking he reacted quickly and efficiently. He immediately pulled out a penknife he had in his pocket and went for my neck – something that might’ve aroused panic on my part normally but this time I was totally oblivious to it. Somehow he cut that tape apart in a matter of seconds without nicking me, pulled it off, pried open my mouth, and pulled the sock out. I was gasping loudly for breath by this time as Randy finally reacted and got one handcuff undone so that Walter could help me to sit up with one hand and pound my upper back with the palm of his other hand. Maybe this helped, because my breathing went back to normal fairly quickly once that obstruction was removed.

“Half of the damned thing was down your throat!” Walter told me. “We’d better not do THAT again… or at least not tickle someone so hard at the same time. Are you okay?”

I nodded an affirmative, still breathing too hard and too busy gasping and coughing to talk yet. That was the most frightening experience I’d EVER had!

That close-call seemed to spoil the fun of keeping me captive for my cousins, because they took the hand-and ankle cuffs off me before I fully recovered my breath.

“You feel up to washing up?” Walter asked me with unusual sympathy in his voice.

“Yeah, I guess so” I replied, a little raggedly; rubbing the circulation back into my wrists and ankles where they had been cuffed for several hours.

“Okay, you wash up and get dressed and we’ll fix you a nice breakfast, okay?”

Always heartened by the prospect of food, I immediately grabbed a change of clothes and headed downstairs for a bath. I took my time, rubbing the aches out of my muscles from my recent experience and thinking about how I’d felt when I was a helpless captive of my cousins – and actually found myself hoping that after a while they’d take me prisoner again!

I got my wish much sooner than I thought. Having finished my bath and put on a clean set of clothing (Full-length blue jeans, a striped polo shirt, and sneakers but no socks – I’d had enough of socks for a while) in the bathroom, I stepped out and started down the hallway – and immediately got tackled and wrestled down to the floor by Walter and Randy. They’d been standing outside the bathroom – one on each side of the door – and jumped me from behind without my knowing they were there!

Before I knew it, I was lying face down on the floor (somehow my glasses had remained on) with Walter straddling my upper shoulder and the back of my head and putting the handcuffs back on my wrists behind my back. Meanwhile Randy was kneeling on the back of my legs and putting the hobbles back on me. Caught by surprise, I reacted instinctively and struggled – my wish of mere moments ago temporarily but completely forgotten. However; it was a well-executed operation; I was completely helpless again before I could have counted to ten (or maybe even five; everything happened so fast!).

“Since you seem to be all right now, let’s resume where we left off, shall we?” said Walter with that cheese-eating smirk of his as he got off my back and helped me stand up. With Walter gripping me by one upper arm and Randy gripping the other, I was walked over to the kitchen table and sat down in a chair. I noticed as I was led to it that the chair had scratches and gouges on its back and legs similar to what I had noticed on Randy’s bed previously; giving me warning of what was to come (and making me wonder how my aunt thought THOSE had gotten there! Normal wear and tear?).

The chair had a solid back support mounted on a narrow metal strut. Walter took a small length of rope and tied my hands and cuffs together to the strut. Randy’s preparations for my feet were just as simple and effective. He knelt down beside me and lifted my ankles up off the floor with his hands, and caused the middle part of my hobbles to snag on something down there that I could not see. When he released my ankles, I found that I could not set either foot back down to the floor, nor lift them back up again high enough unassisted to free my hobbles from whatever had snagged the chain. I was NOT getting up out of that chair without help, that’s was for sure!

I expected to be fed stale old doughnuts and warm water for breakfast, but my cousins actually went to the effort of fixing me a generous helping of ham and eggs, a buttered English muffin, and several pieces of French toast with maple syrup – with some orange juice and Hawaiian punch to wash it down with. Of course, to make breakfast more interesting for me, they kept my hands cuffed behind me while they took turns feeding me by hand like I was a baby. But I loved every moment of it.

Once I was finished, they cleared the table and washed the dishes – leaving me helplessly strapped to the chair while they leisurely cleaned up and did various other chores. As they were in no apparent hurry, I decided to strike up a conversation (something I was too busy eating to do before).

“So, why have you guys got me all chained up?” I ventured to ask.

“Because it’s gotten boring just doing it to each other,” came Walter’s answer.

“Uh… so you chain each other up a lot?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, a few times a week when mom’s away or asleep,” replied Randy. “I think she suspects something, but she’s never questioned us or caught us at it. We behave ourselves otherwise so she doesn’t pry.”

“Anyway, we figured you might like a change of pace yourself,” said Walter. “After all, your own brother’s been tying you up for years!”

“How’d you know that?” I asked with some alarm, forgetting momentarily that he'd mentioned that before.

“He told us years ago on one of your family visits,” replied Walter. “While you were in dad’s old room watching cartoons or whatever, we tied your brother up and sat on him for a couple of hours out in the backyard.”

“You tied HIM up?” I asked in astonishment. “How’d you do that? He’d have been too big for even the both of you to wrestle down!”

“We didn’t have to wrestle him,” said Randy. “He asked us to do it!”

I just stared at him in slack-jawed amazement. “Ike ASKED to be tied up? At home, HE’s the one that does all the tying up!”

“Well, he asked US to tie HIM up.” replied Randy. “And to sit on him too, after he found out Walter and I like to sit on each other.”

“Why?” I asked a trifle numbly.

“Why what?” replied Walter. “Be more specific. Anyway, WE liked it. He found out. He wanted to find out what it felt like to be tied up and sat on, so we did it. No big deal. Why so puzzled? Are you telling me that YOU didn’t like it when I sat on your chest and fooled with your face? We saw that hard-on you had last night!”

My face flushed as deep red as it had when Walter had been repeatedly slapping my face. I hung my head in some embarrassment – to notice that my traitorous groin was bulging again! Fortunately my cousins were standing behind me and couldn’t see the encore.

“I wonder why he never wanted to do it with me!” I found myself inanely mumbling.

“Perhaps because you need to lose some weight,” replied Randy a bit unkindly. “No one wants a fatty sitting on him!”

“I’m not THAT fat,” I snapped, but I was looking at my gut and felt ashamed. Maybe I was not fat by my own standards, but compared to Walter and Randy I sure was! In fact, one of that things that had started my recent round of arguments with my brother was his nagging me that I should go on a diet! What my cousins had told me had put a different light on his recent insistence of butting into my business.

“Anyway, no time left to discuss this now,” said Walter. “It’s time to go.”

Randy produced a roll of Duct tape and approached me.

“You don’t really need to gag me, you know!” I told him. “I won’t try to attract anyone’s attention by yelling.”

“Maybe not, but it’s too much fun!” he replied. “We’ll skip the part of sticking a sock in your mouth for today though until we’re sure you’re fully recovered.” And with that he wound tape around my lower face a good dozen times.

“Where are we going, anyway?” I managed to ask before the gagging progressed far enough to make me incomprehensible.

“You’ll see,” said Randy as he finished taping my mouth shut and placed the leash and choke collar back on me. Walter then freed me from the chair and tied a second leash around my wrists and the handcuffs. The two of them together then led me to the back door. From there, it was a short trip through the back yard to a trail that led deep into a thickly wooded area beyond. Though it was broad daylight, there was no one to watch us as Randy led me down the trail like an unresisting pet dog and Walter followed along after us holding the leash to my wrists.


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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Apr 27, 2010 8:52 am

I am liking the story a lot and in the way like you writes. I am anxious to read the rest of the history.

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I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Apr 27, 2010 12:24 pm

Thank you for the encouraging words, SarumanSauron (like the name, by the way). Now here is Part 4.


CHAPTER 4


Although being gagged added to the fun feeling of being totally helpless and at the mercy of my cousins, I had so many questions I wanted answers to that I decided I preferred to be free to talk. So I stopped and “Mphed” to get their attention. However, Randy didn’t quite react in time and gave me a sudden yank with the choke chain (making me lurch forward and almost falling on my face before I could stop myself) before he also stopped.

“What the f**k is it NOW?” asked Randy with some annoyance as Walter stepped up from behind to stand beside me.

I mumphed incoherently into my gag.

“Are you choking?” asked Walter, though he could plainly see that I wasn’t.

I shook my head no.

“Gotta go pee?” he asked. No. “Hurt too much somewhere?” No. “Itch?” No. Well, now that he mentioned THAT, I DID have an itch coming on… but it was in a place I wouldn’t have dared to ask him to scratch even if I could’ve told him where it was!

“Then it can keep! Come on!” snapped Randy, who proceeded on and pulling on my leash. But I remained stubbornly still even when he tugged hard enough to make the choke collar distinctly uncomfortable.

Randy stopped, turned around with increased irritation, and walked back up to me and stuck his face right into mine. “You’re more stubborn than that damned dog mom used to have! What’s wrong with you? You want us to DRAG you down the trail like we dragged and carried you up the stairs this morning?”

That did sound like it had its appeal, come to think of it. But I rolled my eyes and then looked down cross-eyed at my gag, mumphing ever more impatiently.

“All right, we’ll remove the gag,” said Walter. “But if this isn’t important, we’re sticking a sock back into your mouth – and it’ll be a bit dirty this time, too! – and leaving you gagged all frigging day!”

I thought about it quickly and slowly nodded my assent to this even though I doubted they’d consider my questions very important. So Walter got his penknife and sawed the tape apart and pulled it off my face – more slowly this time as it wasn’t an emergency like before (my lips had felt like they’d been torn off the other time, though I didn’t notice that until I had recovered from choking, and were still somewhat sore but otherwise were fine).

“How did you and Randy find out you like… this kind of thing?” I asked Walter.

“THAT’S your important question?!” yelped Walter with irritation mixed with apparent astonishment. “You moron! That’s it! You’re getting the sock!” So saying, he got down on his left knee and started to untie the sneaker on his right foot.

“Wait! Please! I just wanted to know, that’s all! Please tell me!” I pleaded with him.

Walter looked up with some annoyance, but apparently relented because he re-tied his sneaker and stood up again. “No real story there. Randy and I play different sports. We got into wrestling, and we found that Randy enjoyed it whenever I pinned him down by straddling him. Naturally there were times when I tied him up too, and he’d enjoyed that… and I found I liked it when I let him tie me up too. So one day we thought to combine the two, and we’ve been doing it ever since.”

“How’d Ike find out about it?”

"Randy and I used to take pictures of each other being tied up. I’d rigged a camera so I make it take pictures of being sitting on Randy, or him me, while the other was tied. You... uh... I guess one of those pictures had been left in plain sight somewhere and Ike asked about it. When we told him, scared he’s tell someone, he promised to keep quiet if we’d do it to him. So we did. And did it each time he visited with your family since. He didn’t come with you the last couple of times because of his part-time job, so we wrestled you down and sat on you instead. As you seemed to like it, and since Ike had told us you liked being tied up too, we made plans to make your visit more interesting when we heard you’d be staying with us for a couple of weeks. We thought Ike might’ve introduced you to the idea before now, but I guess he thought doing this to you would be too risky and unpleasant for you and doing it with you on top no fun. So I guess it surprised you even more than we’d expected when we ambushed you and cuffed you to your bed last night.”

“I thought you guys disliked me,” I reluctantly admitted.

“We did used to,” admitted Randy more freely. “You used to be a real brat. Since you brought it up, I’ll tell you that one reason we didn’t like you was because we caught you rummaging through our stuff during your Christmas visit two years ago. Remember that? Ike caught you at it as we were walking in and practically tossed you out as you were opening our box of photographs. Fortunately you didn’t see any of them before you got caught, but Ike did. THAT’S how he found out about us. And so our little expedition now is a fun way for all of us to get our revenge.”

I hung my head in shame and embarrassment. I HAD been an unlikable twerp in my younger years; something that was still proving to be very difficult to live down.

“I’m sorry,” I said humbly.

“It’s okay,” said Walter. “It worked out all right. All the same, we’d have beaten you up back then if Ike hadn’t prevented us. But taking you prisoner now has been more fun for us anyway.”

“So where are you taking me now?” I asked.

“Well, we can’t keep you tied up around the house all day because we have friends coming over later… most of whom don’t know about any of this. Also, we figured you might like to be with kids more your own age. We have a friend with a couple of younger brothers who’ve agreed to keep you company when we can’t. They’re into our games too. We arranged on the phone last night to meet them out here this morning, because this trail connects our house with theirs. It’s private property, so no one else will see, hear, or bother you out here. In fact, we’re almost there now.”

A moment later the trail led us to a small clearing. To the left was a small sandy beach and a small, isolated arm of the nearby lake forming a quiet, hidden pond. The forest continued just a little ways beyond and there were trees all around. It was a surprisingly beautiful and isolated spot so close a small city like that one.

Sitting on a large, flat-topped boulder were three boys, who stood up when they spotted us and approached. The first was a trifle older than I but younger than Randy. He was shorter than me and stouter than either of my cousins, but not as pudgy or as heavy as me; he was athletic but not slender. He wore a dark hooded sweater and gray shorts running halfway to his knees and long socks ending just below his knees and a set of dark sneakers. His slightly plump face and thighs made him look a bit cherubic, but he was obviously as fit as my cousins were. He had light blond hair (much like that kid on the Daniel Boone TV show that was current at the time), blue eyes, and – I couldn’t help but think of it this way – a sweet smile. His name was David.

The other two boys hung back slightly to let the older boy take the lead. They were David’s brothers: Brian, who was 12½, and Michael, who had just turned 11. Both had darker hair than their brother but otherwise looked like smaller, thinner versions of him. They were of average height for their age although rather on the slender side. Both wore gym shorts, tank-top shirts, white socks, and (identical) white sneakers.

“So here’s the victim, huh?” asked David. “I thought you said you were going to carry him in on a pole like a bagged deer!”

I looked at my cousins in astonishment, who looked away in some embarrassment. “We had a change of plan,” replied Walter. “We didn’t want to shock Jason too much at once so that we wouldn’t put up too much of a struggle.”

“Besides, we couldn’t find a pole sturdy enough to carry him all this way,” put in Randy.

“We didn’t want to wear ourselves out before the soccer match lugging him here either.”

“Hi, I’m David,” the boy introduced himself to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. Forgetting the situation momentarily somehow, I tried to extend my hand for a shake, but of course failed because my hands were still securely cuffed behind me. This brought laughter from my cousins, but David merely smiled mischievously but (I think) kindly. I found that I wasn’t the least bit annoyed by his little prank. I liked him at once.

David introduced his brothers, who seemed more shy than he was because they hung back slightly and merely mumbled their hellos. “Come on, guys,” David gently admonished them. “You can be more friendly than that! After all, he’s going to be spending the whole day with you.” They just mumbled in response.

“Sorry, Jason,” David said to me. “It takes them time to warm up to strangers. They’re probably more used to being the ones who are tied up.... hehehe! They’ll be friendlier once they’ve had time to get used to being on the top for a change.”

“Well, let’s get him settled in,” advised Randy. “We’ll be running late for the Soccer match if we don’t get a move on.”

I was led over to a shady spot, where I saw a backpack containing several tent pegs and coils of some type of slender rope that had evidently been brought here by David’s group.

“We decided not to keep you in cuffs in case of an emergency,” Walter said to me as he took the handcuffs off me and Randy knelt down to release my hobbles. “We don’t want to leave the only set of keys we have to Brian and Michael, so we’re taking off the cuffs and staking you out with regular rope instead, so the others can quickly free you just in case something somehow goes wrong.”

Freed for the moment, I rubbed my wrists while I could before laying down on my back on top of a blanket spread out on the grass. Walter took me to kick off my sneakers and pull up my pants legs a bit. Once I’d finished, Randy tied a tent peg onto my left wrist, Walter another on my right wrist, and Michael and Brian proceeded to do the same with my ankles with apparent skill (I learned later that both were in the Boy Scouts). With nothing better to do, David stepped over my recumbent form and sat on my belly with his knees pinning my shoulders and his hands my upper arms. The weight of him on top of me made me feel quite comfortable; too much so I began to realize as my treacherous you-know-what tried to rise up as if hoping to get a look at him from behind!

I just sighed and enjoyed the sensation while it lasted; wishing that David had his shirt and sweater/jacket off while I could see him so close.

Randy finished tying on the tent peg and, holding my forearm under one boney knee, pounded the tent peg in with a mallet with surprisingly few, strong taps. Finished, he handed the mallet to Walter, who finished pounding the tent peg in just as quickly and efficiently as Randy had while Randy checked my ankles to make sure Brian and Michael had done a good job with them. They had, and Walter quickly pounded those stakes into the ground as well within a minute or so.

The five boys (including David, who got off me the moment Randy was finished) stood all around me in a circle and told me to try to get loose. I gave it my best shot, but I may as well have been trying to uproot healthy trees for all the results I got. Satisfied, Randy, Walter, and David decided to give me a quick but brutal tickling session before heading off for their Soccer game. Randy and Walter each tickled one of my feet (which I had unwisely removed my only protection from), while David resumed sitting on my belly and tickled both of my underarms with horrifying effectiveness. Brian and Michael merely stood by a short distance away and watched with arms crossed and neutral expressions on their faces however. I began to wonder if being alone with them would be any fun after all. They acted like they didn’t even care about being here with me!

The three quit tickling me - more because they had somewhere to go rather than any merciful feelings on their part – and got off me. The three waved goodbye and walked on up the trail in the same direction we had been going, leaving me alone at the tender mercies of Brian and Michael. “We’ll come back and get you by five,” Randy called to me. “Be nice to Jason,” David told his brothers. Then all three were out of sight and earshot.

I turned to look at the other two boys, who were standing on the other side of me looking at me mildly – not saying a word or doing much of anything else either.

“Hi,” I ventured gamely with a friendly smile.

"Hi,” replied Brian with little evident enthusiasm; arms still crossed as he looked at me.

Michael said nothing at all.

Not a very encouraging start to the meeting! I began to regret letting myself be placed in a situation I couldn’t just get up and walk away from.

“So, what would you like to do?” I asked them, half-expecting them to reply with a surly “to go home.” Instead, they merely shrugged their shoulders I-don’t-know.

Yeah, this was going to be a lot of fun. I got the impression they’d been dragooned into the task of keeping me company rather than volunteering for the job wholeheartedly.

“Uh, look…” I sighed, “if you fellas don’t want to be here, then go ahead and untie me and we can just forget about the whole thing.”

“Can’t!” replied Brian. “We were told that if we let you go or didn’t stay with you until they came back without a really good reason, they’d stake US out here naked on top of an ant hill, pour honey all over us, and leave us out here all night.”

“Aw, I doubt they’d really do THAT to you,” I replied with a laugh.

“Yeah, they would!” replied Michael quietly, evidently believing what he said. “David once wrapped me in duct tape from head to toe, gagged me, and padlocked me inside my own toy chest all night because I wouldn’t do some of his chores for him. Mom and dad were home the whole time and never even knew.”

“Why didn’t you tell them?” I asked sympathetically.

“I did.” replied Michael. “They wouldn’t believe me. I used to lie a lot when I was a kid.”

“Me too,” affirmed his brother.

I knew the feeling. Bad reputations seem to be darned-near immortal.

“Why didn’t you help your brother?” I asked mildly.

“I tried,” he replied. “I got tied up and locked up inside the closet.”

“Oh.” I answered back, unsure if they were telling the truth or trying to hoax me; I never did find out which (but later experiences incline me to believe they were pulling my leg). “Well, I’m sorry if you don’t want to be here. If you don’t dare free me and leave, then let’s at least try to make the best of it, okay?”

“Okay,” they both replied together. Each picked up a bag they had beside him and walked up over to me. Brian stood over me with one foot on either side of my head and gently sat down on my chest, while Michael plopped down rather heavily on my stomach. Luckily he weighed only about 90 pounds; had Walter or Randy ever landed on me like that, I might have suffered a severe injury.

Totally ignoring me, the two boys took a stack of comic books out of their bags, selected one, and quietly began to read. All I could see from my angle now was a pair of legs and the front and back cover of a Superman comic book that showed the big “S” grabbing some villian named Black Zero and threatening to knock his block off. The villian had apparently been the real cause of the Destruction of Superman's home planet Krypton, and was threatening to do the same to Earth... and Superman was apparently going proactive on the guy. Turns out that even the Phantom Zone criminals hated this guys' guts; it was one of them who killed the bad guy, though I didn't find this out until a long while later when I read the comic book for myself.

Trying to restart the conversation, I asked Brian if I could look at a comic book. “Sure,” he said without once looking away from his own comic book, grabbed a book apparently at random, opened it up to the middle, held it facing downward toward me… and promptly let it drop right onto my face! The two boys continued to quietly read while I couldn’t see a thing at all!

I began to wish my cousins and David would come back… especially David. At least he was friendly enough and might have been willing to talk with me. And I wanted to see what he looked like without a shirt, too.

Oh well… at least his two brothers apparently didn’t plan to tickle the daylights out of me. And it was rather pleasant for me at the time to lie there and feel the weight of their small, light bodies on top of mine even if I could not see them. But I was hoping for at least a bit more… liveliness.

As they say… be careful what you wish for.

To Be Continued - - -
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby haloguy » Tue Apr 27, 2010 12:50 pm

wow, one of the best stories i have read here so far! keep it up!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Apr 27, 2010 6:05 pm

Thanx Haloguy. That kind of praise could give me a swelled head. :D And now for the next thrilling installment...

PART 5

There wasn’t much activity for a long while. I could hear the frequent turning of a page, the occasional replacement of one comic book with another, the fluttering of pages in the breeze, a small cough or shifting of feet, and that was about it. With that comic book folded across my face, I couldn’t SEE anything at all except for Brian’s stockings on either side of my head and a small portion of each of his lower legs.

The first warning I had that something had abruptly and unexpected changed was when Brian abruptly yelled out, “Hey, Ron! Over here!” and I could feel his body shifting slightly on my chest as if waving to someone.

“Hey, Brian,” I heard an unfamiliar kid’s voice calling from some distance well off to my right and apparently far behind me in the direction Brian was facing. “Sorry we’re late. Mom sprang some surprise extra chores on us before we could leave.”

“Who’s that with you and Mikey?” asked a second voice from the same direction and a bit closer. I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching as well now, but I couldn’t see a thing because the comic book on my face completely blocked my view.

“Aw, just some cousin of Walt’s,” replied ‘Mikey’. “Walt and Randy asked us to keep him company while they play Soccer and hang out with Dave and their friends.”

“Another tie-up freak, huh?” asked the voice Brian had identified as Ron. At about the same time I could see a pair of blue sneakers walk up to within a foot of my head and stop, and another pair of black sneakers stop right behind the first. “Well, better him than us, I guess. You play with him much, yet?”

“Naw, not yet,” replied Brian, who suddenly got up off my chest and stepped away from me at that point – leaving his comic book draped across my face.

“We wanted to wait for you guys,” added Brian. “You enjoy playing with the kids David ties up more than we do. Too often WE’RE the ones he’s got tied up!”

“Yeah, but we always take it easy with you guys,” replied the other boy who hadn’t been named yet. “You’re lucky we like you. But unless Dave said differently, maybe we can have more fun with the new kid.” :twisted:

"He didn't say one way or the other," replied Brian. "We didn't tell him you were coming, but I doubt he'll mind. Or this kid either."

“Let’s have a look at him,” said Ron. I could see the feet closest to me shift to a squatting position, and then suddenly the comic book was yanked off my face. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the sudden glare. When my vision cleared I saw the two new kids more clearly.

Ron was about my age but some inches shorter than I and even more slender in build than Randy. He wore only blue jeans cut off at the knees and sneakers; his shirt was wrapped around his lean waist like a sash. He had unusually (for the time) long black hair, gray eyes, and a rather dark complexion. I think he may have been Hispanic. He was squatting on his haunches looking down at me with interested amusement.

Behind Ron was another boy also my age, a little taller and broader than Ron, with dark brown hair like mine, hazel eyes, and wire-rimmed glasses. He wore a set of green shorts, blue sneakers, long tube socks with colored stripes near the top, and a plaid buttoned shirt that was completely unbuttoned. His complexion was as much lighter than mine as Ron’s was darker, and his face was literally covered with freckles.

“Hi,” Ron said to me with a wide, open-mouthed smile. “I’m Ron. This is Al,” he continued, indicating freckle-face - who stood behind Ron, bent forward hands on knees to peer down at me over Ron’s shoulder as if I were an unfamiliar form of wildlife. “What’s your name, and how’d you get here?”

I began to give Ron a quick run-down of recent events. By the way, this whole time Michael had remained seated on my belly reading his comic books as if he was all by himself – paying no attention whatsoever to me or the new arrivals other than a quick glance at one or another of us. So, seeing that I apparently had no objection to Michael sitting on my gut, Ron proceeded to step over me and seat himself knees down (rather than knees up as Brian had done and Michael still was doing) on my chest, hands on knees and grinning down at me as he shook his long hair out of his shiny eyes with a shake of his head. I continued with my story without missing a beat at this pleasant development and decided not to be as brief as I originally intended.

Somewhere along the way Brian grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him off me, and told him he was being rude and to put his comic books away. But Michael wasn’t off me more than a few seconds before Al apparently decided to make himself comfortable and took Michael’s place – also sitting knees up on my belly to put all his weight on me but sitting facing me rather than sideways as Michael had been doing. Michael had been rather light (maybe 90 pounds) and his weight not too noticeable; but Al must’ve weighed at least 140 and his weight was VERY noticeable the way he sat; but I found I didn’t mind at all. He looked past Ron’s shoulders down at me again at watched and listened with apparent interest. My story as a result became even more detailed than ever. In fact, I think I went back and mentioned some things I had neglected before. It may seem odd to most folks, but I was enjoying this new development very much.

But eventually my story came to its end to that point. At about the same time I noticed that Michael and Brian had wandered off somewhere. Looking around, I saw them behind some bushes removing their clothing and changing into black Speedos. Apparently uninterested in my story, they both went over to the pond for a swim.
“We came here for a swim too,” admitted Ron, “but this is more fun. You don’t mind if we stay here for a while too, do you?”

“Not at all,” I replied a bit too eagerly, before blushing beet-red.

“Yeah, he’s Walt and Randy’s relative, all right,” snickered Al.

“You know them?” I asked.

“Sure,” replied Ron. “We live on the same road. We’ve known them since we started grade school. We’ve been playing tie-up-and-torment games with ‘em since I was six. Half the time we're the tormentors; the other half we're the tormentees. But it's always been fun.”

It sounded like I had missed out on some pleasant experiences by living in a different area.

“You wanna torture him now, or wait a while first?” Al asked Ron - giving me goosebumps all over.

“Let’s wait until we’ve a swim ourselves and cooled off,” replied Ron as Brian and Michael waded to shore with some loud splashes. The two immediately got up and ran out to the pond in the shorts they already wore – tossing off their shirts as they ran and whooping loudly. Michael and Brian stopped as the other two boys ran past them, turned around, and ran back into the water after them – leaving me staked out and alone.

At the same time, the sun moved to a point where the trees were no longer providing me with any shade from my waist up, and I started to get quite hot. Also, the sun was pretty much in my eyes. Fortunately, it shone in the opposite direction of the pond, so I was able to amuse myself by watching the other four splashing and horsing around in the pond.

Eventually Michael and Brian waded back in and came back to my side. More gently than the first time, they sat down on me sideways without bothering to towel-dry themselves first – squish, squish! – and watched Ron and Al splashing each other with much laughter. They dried themselves as they sat and then prepared to re-dress. Abruptly aware that no one was obstructing my view this time, Michael casually took the towel he had just been using and dropped it on my face. Well, it got the sun out of my eyes.

I expected them to change behind the bushes where they had before. Instead, I felt them get up a amoment and then sit on me again; but this time I was feeling warm, wet, BARE skin! Holy ****!

It didn’t last long though… the weight of one of them disappeared and then replaced in a few seconds with identical weight but the distinct feel of cotton. Then the other weight was removed and replaced similarly. Then Michael, who was the one on my chest this time, yanked the towel off my face and tossed it off to the other side of me and I watched them both finish re-dressing as they sat. They finished and stood up as Ron and Al came wading ashore to dry off.

These two also sat down on me sopping wet. This time Al was in front, sitting knees up as before and his feet on either side of my head, as he put on his shirt. Ron followed immediately after, sitting on my belly facing me but with his knees up instead of down as before. Then Brian and Michael followed suit, sitting on my hips and thighs facing forward and knees up as well. So now all four of them were sitting on top of me and putting all their weight on me at the same time.

All this took my breath away – figuratively as well as literally. It’s not easy breathing under such circumstances, let me tell you; but I managed well enough as I did not want a single one of them to get off me! Also, the way they were positioned put me back into the shade, as they helped cool me off while they drip-dried all over me.

I expected them to start tickling or otherwise torturing me at once, but they were content to just rest and dry off for a while. Al sat there bent forward with his arms resting on his upturned knees, which were directly over my face and dripping water right onto my face and glasses and into my eyes.

Once they were ready to begin, Al took my glasses and dried them off for me before putting them back on. Then the four of them tickle-tortured me. Even Michael and Brian were suddenly enthusiastic about it, and tickled me as vigorously as any of the other boys had. And since I wasn’t gagged this time, my cries of help, cries for mercy, and gales of wild laughter practically echoed through the nearby woods. Naturally I thrashed around in my bonds too, but this was as unavailing as ever. Breathing became even more difficult than ever since Ron and Al were still sitting on top of me while they tickled.

They didn’t relent for at least fifteen minutes, though they gave me short breaks every couple of minutes to let me catch my breath somewhat. Finally though my pleas for mercy became more strenuous and my endurance threshold was finally being exceeded. I was literally gasping for air when they stopped.

In fact, Al got the impression I was hyperventilating; he grabbed the small pillow my head was lying on and held it firmly down on my face – not enough to suffocate me but simply to make me breathe my own exhale and slow my breathing down.

Just as my breathing was returning to normal (or as normally as could be expected while two heavy boys straddled my chest and belly), I heard some whispering above me. There was a short, silent pause. I was about to ask what was going on and to please get the pillow off my face when suddenly I heard plopping noises in the grass to either side of my head. Out of the corners of my eyes, I could just make out a set of bare knees – facing toward my feet. While I was figuring this out, I heard giggling directly behind me, felt bare ankles suddenly bracing my head so that I could not turn it away to either side, and saw nothing but darkness as the pillow suddenly settled softly but very firmly down on my face. Now I was hearing laughter from several boys at once, and suddenly I knew what was going on…

One of them was sitting/kneeling on the pillow – and on my face!!!

I gave out a yell (considerably muffled, of course – I could barely hear it myself) and started to struggle. Naturally this aroused more laughter – and aroused me too in a different way – but produced no other constructive results. Of course I didn’t mind quite as much as I let on, but any self-respecting boy had to put up appearances. Fortunately I was not gagged; I would’ve passed out in jig time if I were. My nose was blocked (and felt like it was being squashed flat!) but I could get enough air by breathing through the sides of my mouth (the resulting noise bringing even more laughter). Either it was one of the smaller boys doing this or he was not putting all his weight on me, or it seems to me my mouth would have been blocked too. However, the weight on my forehead was enough so that I was starting to see stars. But whoever it was didn’t seem to think of this and stayed put while I struggled.

I was having fun but decided too much fun at once could kill me. So I did the only thing I could think of that would take the pressure off… I abruptly went limp, held my breath, and ceased to move as completely as I could manage.

This apparently alarmed the others (as I’d intended, of course) and the weight was immediately removed. However, my head was spinning, stars were swirling, and the sun was shining right into my eyes again. So I couldn’t make out who had been sitting on my face – and I never did find out who it was. From the giggling sound I heard though, I think it was probably Michael, who was the smallest and lightest of the four.

The boys (one knelt on either side of me while the others were standing bent forward hands on knees) looked down at me with concern, but I quickly assured them that I was all right. Of course I could have feigned distress and gotten them to untie me had I wanted to, but I didn’t want that any more than they did. Later on I learned that Ron knew mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and was about to try it on me. Oh man… if I’d only known THAT I might’ve kept pretending that I’d passed out. What a lost opportunity!

And so the fun continued. Ron knelt on my chest and gently but repeatedly slapped my face – alternating this by squeezing my face between his thighs (nicely well-padded compared to those of my lanky cousins). Al bounced on my belly and clamped my nipples with clothes pins he found in the backpack David had left there (I’m sure they were being used for the exact purpose David intended). Brian got some magic markers from the same place and scrawled numerous doodles on my legs. And Michael continued to tickle my feet. These four activities (especially Ron’s face squeezing) performed on me all at once made me feel very… stimulated. And it showed, as one or another of them gleefully pointed out once every few minutes!

And then… it was time for lunch!

By now all of us had dried off in the hot sun and dry air, and we were getting hungry. David had packed a lunch for me as well as Brian and Michael, and Ron and Al had apparently brought their own brown-bag lunches as well. The others dug into theirs - continuing to use me as their picnic table – but of course I was left tied up and could only watch (drooling) as the others ate theirs. Finally Ron took pity on me and hand-fed me a sandwich (holding mine close to my mouth in one hand while he held his own sandwich in the other). The food (except the potato chips) had been stored in a picnic basket with ice, so that the sandwiches and sodas were still fresh and ice-cold when we ate. For dessert, we had chocolate bars.

It is an interesting experience eating lunch while staked down and with one boy your size knees-down sitting on your chest, another knees-up sitting on your belly, and two smaller ones on your legs. Most people might not find that experience particularly enjoyable, but I did – immensely! Ron fed me carefully, and made sure none of the soda slopped onto me. However, the others were rather messy eaters and got crumbs, condiments, and dribbles of soda all over me. Add in the magic marker scrawls all over my legs and I was quite a pathetic sight. All in all however, it was a pleasant rest break.

I wondered what fresh torments the others had planned for me in the afternoon, however.

To Be Continued - - -
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Apr 27, 2010 8:35 pm

Sitting on the chest, being sat on. I've heard this part in the story many times which is interesting to me as I have rarely seen that used around the TUG world so to speak. Anyone else? Good story still, well detailed.

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby stevemcnish » Wed Apr 28, 2010 5:43 am

Please continue, it has been a really good and detailed story so far, would like to see more briefs/speedos and handcuffs/legcuffs in it!

Keep it up! :big:

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:51 am

I am liking his story a lot. You have been posting the continuation everyday, what is good, because we didn't need like this to wait to continue to read.

Thank you and congratulations!

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I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:32 pm

Thank you for the kind comments everyone.
To Stevemcnish: regarding your comments about speedos and cuffs... funny you should ask :twisted: as you'll soon see.

PART 6

“Say, how long have you been kept tied up without a break, anyway?” Ron suddenly asked me. “Your wrists are starting to look kind of red. Do they feel all right?”

Up to now I hadn’t noticed any problems with circulation, but waggled my fingers and tried to move my feet just to make sure. My fingers seemed maybe a bit numb, but only a bit. The ties were very secure but not so tight as to cut my circulation very much; I still felt quite comfortable overall and said so.

“I still wanna know how long you’ve been tied like this,” insisted Ron. “We’ve been here three hours, and you should have a break after four at most.”

“It’s been about five by now,” said Brian, taking a quick look at his wrist. "He got staked out two hours before you two... finally... showed up."

“That’s too long,” said Ron. “It’s break time.”

“David said nothing about breaks,” said Michael.

“He probably figured he didn't have to. He probably thought you knew enough by now NOT to keep someone tied more than four hours at a time no matter how comfortable he says he feels!” replied Ron in a scolding kind of voice. “You know the rules. No more than four hours at a time without a break. We always insisted that this applied to you. Applies to Jason too, even if he IS a newbie.”

I recalled that Ike and his friends had similar safety rules concerning me, only in their case it was closer to two hours rather than four. However, I was having so much fun and felt so comfortable that time-limits hadn’t occurred to me at all in this case. In fact, I actually began to protest as Ron and the others began to untie me.

“It’s not like it’s for all day,” said Ron as he untied my wrists. “I like your enthusiasm. Mikey and Bri usually cry and wanna be let go after only one measly hour, let alone four.” I could see the two younger boys (who were untying my feet) bristle a bit at this, but they said nothing. “Anyway, we have a hard and fast rule: break-time at any sign of swollen hands or feet or after four hours – whichever comes first. No more ties that day for the victim if the first happens; minimum 15-minute break if the second with a re-tie IF the victim volunteers for it. No drafting of victims more than once a day.”

It sounded like these kids were as responsible about each other’s safety as my brother and his friends were about mine… except about that part about limiting drafts to once a day. In my case, breaks of about 5 to 10 minutes were often followed by another re-tie whether I liked it or not. I can recall many days where I was tied up by Ike and/or his friends for twelve hours at a time or longer in a day altogether (particularly during sleep-overs)… though I minded less as I got older and didn’t mind at all by the time I was 10. By the time I was 12 I usually wanted to be kept tied longer than my captors did, but because leaving me left tied while unsupervised was verboten almost from the first, I didn’t often get my way! An early incident where an older kid found me tied to a tree badly sunburned and covered with bug bites made my brother insistent on supervision (he’d had a lot of heavy explaining to do and never wanted to repeat THAT experience), and I was never left unattended since.

Ron and Al finished untying my wrists and checked them over after helping me to sit up (I was a bit wobbly from the long tie-up and the two other boys hadn’t finished my ankles yet so I appreciated the help). My wrists seemed fine to me but both Ron and Al insisted rubbing them to restore the circulation anyway. Well, I had no objection to that of course so I let them. Sure enough, I definitely felt better when they were finished. Brian and Michael hadn’t bothered doing the same for my ankles and was about to rub them myself, but Ron and Al jumped in to take care of them too.

“We’ve had a lot of practice doing this,” Ron told me.

“It helps that our moms own a massage parlor,” added Al. “We give them THEIR massages.”

Lucky moms! I decided to risk asking them for a back and shoulder rub.

“Okay!” they replied with no hesitation whatsoever. “We were going to anyway to make sure you don’t get cramps. That happened a lot until we started doing this.” And so they rolled me over onto my stomach and removed my glasses so they wouldn’t be damaged as I lay my head down on the grass. Then Ron sat on my back and gave me a shoulder rub while Al sat on my tush, facing my feet, and gave me a leg rub. Ever seen a dog that was being petted by two or three kids at once? That’s how good I felt!
“We don’t sit on our moms of course,” Al told me. “But we do get better leverage this way, and I think we do a better job this way too.”

Who was I to argue? I felt wonderful!

“This would be easier and more effective if you weren’t wearing these pants though,” Al continued. “If you’ve got shorts on underneath, and don’t mind undoing your pants, this will work a lot better.”

“Uh… I’m wearing briefs,” I told him. “But they’re dark.”

“Makes no difference to me if you’ve got no undies at all if you don’t care,” Al replied with a chortling kind of laugh.

I thought about it – for maybe a second – and then said okay. Ron took his weight off me so that I could rise up enough to undo my pants and pull them down. I could push only so far without getting up onto my knees but Al said that was sufficient. Meanwhile, Ron turned around facing Al, sat down on my shoulders, and gave me a back rub while Al seated himself on my butt and massaged my legs some more.

I felt so blissful that I actually started to doze off when I felt Al’s weight disappear. Then I suddenly felt someone’s hand give my butt several hard smacks! I tried to get up in surprise, but Ron’s weight still held me off. “Take it easy,” he told me. “I’m just giving you a butt rub, okay?”

A butt rub?! I’d never heard of a freaking butt rub before! But as he proceeded, I suddenly realized that my butt WAS rather sore from lying on it for several hours – especially with the weight of up to four other boys pressing it into the hard ground! It felt just like a shoulder rub – just lower down – and it felt pretty good too.

“Ready for more play time?” Ron asked me, still straddling my shoulders. I turned to look at him, but all I could see of him at the moment were the sides of his feet.

“Sure,” I replied with enough enthusiasm to bring a laugh.

“Okay, but we’re not staking you back out,” he told me. “Kick your pants off and then put your hands behind your back.”

“Kick my pants off?” I asked with some alarm. “What for? What are we doing?”

“Just do it, will you?” asked Ron with a weary-sounding sigh. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to do anything to embarrass or hurt you. There’s no one here but us, and it’s not like we want you to drop the briefs too in case you had you-know-what in mind.” Though I probably didn't figure out what he meant until later, I felt relieved.

I complied, so that now I was wearing only my dark briefs (which looked no different than black Speedos in any case from any distance except for the hard-to-see-anyway opening in front). I expected him to tie me with some rope. Instead I felt the cold, hard metal of a set of handcuffs as I heard them being clicked shut around my wrists. I thought at first he must’ve brought his own handcuffs, but then realized that Walt and Randy had left the handcuffs and legcuffs that they had brought me here wearing (because they didn’t want to be seen carrying such things to the Soccer game, I eventually realized).

Ron got off me and helped me to turn over and sit up. “We’re going to take you for a walk,” he told me as he put my glasses back on me. “I guess we should’ve had you put your sneaks on first. Well, we’ll do it for you.” So he dressed one of my feet and Al the other.

“Phew,” said Al. “You should wash your shoes more, like Walt and Randy do.”

“They just do that because their aunt washes them,” said Brian.

“That’s only partly true,” said Ron. “They also make sure they’re clean so that it’s not so bad when they have them tied over their faces.”

That puzzled me a bit at a time. I found out what he meant later. For now let’s just say that afterward when I visited my cousins I was always wearing brand-new sneakers!

Once the sneakers were tied on, the leg-cuffs quickly followed. Al and Ron stepped on each side of me to help me up, but rather than set me standing they had me get on my knees. Then, just as one of them was putting that dog leash on me again, I saw Michael and Brian wading ashore from the lake. While I was being massaged, they’d switched back to their Speedos to take another swim. Brian stopped beside his clothes to put on his socks and sneakers. Michael continued walking toward us. Neither changed back into their clothes this time but wore their wet Speedos.

“Why’d you bother to change out of those before if you were just going to go swimming again?” I asked them.

“It was too chilly to wear wet Speedos before,” said Brian. “But it’s hot out now.”

Michael continued walking until he was behind me and I could no longer see him. I was about to ask where he was going and why I was still on my knees when the sensation of a small, wet body climbing up onto my shoulders (with a wet squish) gave me the answer. I was going to give Michael a piggy-back ride. I wondered if anyone else would want one! I could probably carry Brian a long while too, but I wasn’t sure how far I could carry Ron or Al while cuffed and hobbled. But as I thought about it, I decided it’d be fun to try!

Michael got mounted and clasped my face between his small, wet thighs, while his wet body and legs moistened the back of my head, neck, and upper back and the front of my torso. Then he clasped his hands together right under my jaw to hold himself steady (he was slippery when wet). Despite the cooling effects of all this and clad only in my undershorts and sneakers, I was feeling warmer rather than cooler.

Once he had a secure seat, I was helped to my feet like an ailing camel (in fact, they now proceeded to call me “Camel”) by Ron and Al, while Brian took the leash and began to lead me down the same path Ron and Al had originally come down (and which David, Walter, and Randy had gone up when they left). Hobbled, cuffed, and ridden by a small boy (who seemed less small the further we went), I felt like a camel now too!

We hadn’t gone far when I suddenly felt a sharp whack on my butt! Then another one. I also heard the distinctive sound of towels being whipped around, and realized that Ron and Al were both behind me. I suddenly realized they were towel-whipping my buns when two more whacks assaulted my legs from behind. A couple more whacks assaulted my bare lower back. OW! Now I knew why they wanted me to shuck my pants! OW! Now I had no protection at all! OW! I even felt some whacks on my upper back, which seemed awfully close to hitting my rider; yet despite several close calls either Michael was never struck once or he was enough tougher than I that he didn’t yelp like a slapped dog like I kept doing. Anyway, although this was not as enjoyable as some of the rest of it, I didn’t try to put a stop to it; overall this was too much fun for me to be a spoil-sport.

After several minutes of walking at the pace limited by my hobbles, we came to another small clearing. This one was much closer to the street because I could see houses past some of the trees, and the clearing itself was dominated by a very large maple tree holding the largest and most well-built tree-house I think I have ever seen outside of the Disney movie Swiss Family Robinson. At sight of it, I was concerned that our procession might be seen by other people.I didn't mind private humiliation in front these guys, but out in public view was a different matter altogether!

“This is our tree-house,” Michael told me. “Well, David built it, but he lets us use it too. Nobody else comes out here except David and his friends… well, except mom and dad. It’s because mom and dad come out here when they want us for something that we didn’t come here sooner, but they’d be out this time of day and it’s nice and private otherwise. This is where we’ll play if it rains. Want to come inside to check it out?”

“Sure,” I replied. Michael and Brian sure seemed to be a lot friendlier since Ron and Al showed up and helped to break the ice.

Ron undid my handcuffs so I could more easily help Michael dismount, and then re-cuffed my hands in front of me. Despite this, it wasn’t too hard to climb the ten-foot ladder leading up to the tree-house. The steps were close enough together so that the hobbles didn’t impede the climb. The handcuffs would’ve been a different matter but for some hooks someone had set into each rung that I could hook the handcuffs around. I learned later that this was precisely their intended purpose; apparently I was far from the first (or the last) 'prisoner' to enter that tree-house in handcuffs (or ropes)!

It was indeed a very nice treehouse; no wonder Michael and Brian were proud of it even though it was David (with a little help from his friends) who had built it. It was as large as a standard living room, furnished with old but sturdy furniture, and the walls, floor, and ceiling were solid and waterproof. There was even a regular door (with lock) leading in and an old window (with glass and shutters) on each of the other three sides. There were also shelves on each side loaded with books, magazines, and comic books. There were no beds, but there were three cots with solid enough frameworks to tie someone to (as I found out another day) and sleeping bags (one of which proved to be somehow modified into something resembling crude sleep-sack, as I also eventually discovered).

After showing me around a while, the boys decided it was time to go back to the pond where David and the others would be expecting to find us. I thought they’d have to pass the tree-house anyway, but apparently they went up another path I hadn’t noticed that branched out from the main one close to the pond.

When we gathered at the foot of the tree again, it was Brian who climbed onto my shoulders as my hands were re-cuffed behind me. He was heavier than Michael of course, but by this time he had dried off so slipperiness was no longer a problem. Michael led me along with this leash this time, but Al and Ron still towel-whipped me all the way back to the pond.

Once there, I expected the older boys to free my hands so I could ease Brian off my shoulders to the ground. Instead, they lifted the boy off my shoulders themselves and eased him to the ground. Then, as the two smaller boys ran into the pond, Ron and Al took the leash off my neck and – with one on each side of me – took my still-bound arms in firm arm-locks and began to escort me straight toward the pond.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I asked nervously.

“We’re taking you swimming!” they replied together as if they’d rehearsed the line.

“But I can’t swim hobbled and cuffed like this,” I said with growing alarm and began to struggle a bit.

“Don’t worry, we’ll help you!” said Ron.

“Trust us, will you?” said Al with a wide grin. “We won’t let you slip and drown.”

“Though we might dunk your head a few times and hold it under a bit if you make any more of a fuss,” said Ron.

“But won’t my cousins get mad if these cuffs get rusty?” I asked frantically.

“Of course not! This isn’t the first time they’ve gone swimming with the wearer!” said Al. “Walter and Randy oil the things every time they’ve gotten wet!”

“I still don’t think I want to go,” I told them.

“Okay, you asked for it,” said Al and Ron together again; damn, but I think they DID rehearse it! Ron grabbed my glasses and casually tossed them onto a towel that lay there. Al did the same with his own glasses, and then the two frog-marched and then quite literally dragged me right into the water for a swim! I yelled and struggled like I was going to my own execution, but it was of no avail. To be fair to the others though, I didn’t fight as hard as I could have; I wasn’t really serious in my reluctance and they knew it or they probably would have stopped. In any case, they didn't take out further than walking depth; I was always able to feel the bottom with my feet whenever standing erect - though usually I floated freely with Ron and Al close beside me.

It was a nice swim too. Ron and Al stayed with me every minute and kept my head above water (they never dunked me as they’d said they’d do). Brian and Michael splashed water on me with wide sweeps of their arms several times though while I was helpless to defend myself... the little jerks! We stayed in the water for quite a while before we all returned to shore. Then, without even pausing to dry off, the four of them led me back to the tent stakes and tied me back down as I had been that morning. Then, with all of us still dripping wet, Ron knelt/sat on my belly again and all four of them tickled me without mercy for what seemed like forever.

To Be Continued - - -
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:39 pm

Very Good! Mooore please! :big: :big: :big: :big: :big:
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Apr 28, 2010 11:58 pm

More it is! In fact, I dont' think I'm even halfway through my story yet. You don't mind, do you?

PART 7

The afternoon wore on but remained hot enough even in the shade by the time Walter, Randy, and David returned for me. They were all in an extremely good mood. Not only had they clobbered the opposing team in their soccer match, but the losing team had lost a bet and had to buy the winners pizza. They had then engaged in various other activities with various friends in their Soccer team; normal everyday activities that is – as far as I know David was the only other team-member who played what are now called TUGs with them, though there were a few other boys in the area (like Ron and Al) their age or younger who were in on them too.

These three exchanged greetings with the five of us, and then all three promptly sat on top of me; there was certainly nothing unusual about this anymore. Ron and Al joined in too, so now there were FIVE boys on top of me. Brian and Michael were the only exceptions; they went off for another swim instead. Just as well; I was literally covered from the neck down anyway and the only place left to sit was… well, you know…

However, my reprieve was short-lived. After splashing around for a while with Brian, Michael came back ashore and he… well, you can probably guess what the little jerk did (and I was sure by then he was the one who’d done it before)! Everyone had a good laugh out of it too; even me, I suppose, once my mouth was uncovered. The pillow was under my head this time, so it provided enough cushioning so I didn’t get a headache. I could still breathe okay, though I tended to hold my breath as much as I could anyway for reasons that probably don’t bear (or need) explaining.

Then, once Michael had had enough, Brian decided the act deserved an encore! *Sigh!*

But no one else did it; that might have been too much even for me if one of the larger boys did that to me too - under those conditions anyway.

Shortly afterward, Al and Ron announced that they had to go home, so they made their farewells and walked off up the same trail Walter, Randy, and David had just come down. Shortly after this, Walter and Randy decided to take a quick swim and stripped down to the Speedos they were wearing underneath. They immediately took off; leaving me with David and his brothers. David was sitting knees up on my chest, and this time he had his shirt off to reveal a positively gorgeous body underneath. I was so busy looking at it that I almost didn’t notice when he asked if his brothers treated me okay.

“Oh! Yeah!” I replied quickly; immediately lifting my eyes higher than I had been. “They were shy at first, but once Al and Ron showed up they were very friendly.”

“That’s good,” said David. “You’ll be seeing more of them, I imagine. More of ME too.” And he snickered when he said THAT. I was too dumb to be suspicious, however.

Shortly, David said it was time for him and his brothers to go home. So they made their farewells as Walter and Randy waded to shore. David, Michael, and Brian packed up their gear (except the blanket that I still lay on) and walked off up the same trail they had taken me walking earlier. “See you guys later,” David called to us cheerily as he waved goodbye to us. However, later would turn out to be sooner than I thought.

Meanwhile, Walter and Randy sat down on me with more wet squishing noises clad only in their Speedos and from then on had my full, undivided attention. They didn’t tickle or otherwise torment me though; we were all pretty tuckered put by then. They just sat and drip-dried all over me and we talked until the heat and the warm breeze dried them off.

It was well past six but still pretty warm outside when my cousins decided that it was time for us to head home. After putting their clothes back on (they’d been wearing only Speedos up to then) they untied me from the tent pegs and then immediately rolled me on my stomach to put the handcuffs and legcuffs on me.

“Hey, wait a minute!” I protested. “I’m still in just my underwear!”

“Yeah, we noticed that!” said Randy in that smirking tone of voice he often had.

“But I can’t walk back to your house like this,” I continued as they finished binding me and helped me to my feet. “What would Aunt Yvette think if she sees me like this?”

“She won’t see you, because she’s not coming home tonight,” Walter informed me. “I guess we forgot to tell you. She decided to stay with your mom for the weekend and come back late tomorrow. So we have the house… uh, all to ourselves tonight.”

I didn’t notice that little pause at the time. I’d remember it clearly later though.

“Great!” I replied. Last night I would’ve said this in a sullen mutter under my breath. Now though I said this with enough enthusiasm to make my cousins laugh.

“What about my pants though?” I continued. “Can you grab them for me?”

“You got clean pants back at the house, don’t you?” asked Randy.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Got anything important in these?” asked Walter. “Wallet, money, keys?”

“Uh, no!”

“Then you can leave ‘em here.” He replied simply as he put the leash around my neck. “Ain’t nobody going to find them out here ‘cept David and the others, and THEY won’t bother ‘em.”

“ I’ll go fetch your glasses though,” offered Randy. He ran over to where Ron had tossed my glasses (Al had of course already taken back his own before he left) and brought them back while Walter helped put my sneakers back on. But instead of putting my glasses back on my face, the two boys made me kneel. I quickly guessed that I was going to be a camel again, but wasn’t sure which one was going to be my rider. It was Randy.

I should mention that by this time I had caught up with them somewhat in the size department since that first time I visited when they wrestled with me. Back then Randy was a few inches taller than me but about the same weight, while Walter was moderately taller and heavier than Randy. I’d say that back then I was 5’ 0” and 120 pounds, Randy was 5’ 5” and the same weight, and Walter was about 5’ 9” and weighed about 140 pounds or a little less. Now, at 13, I was 5’ 6” and weighed 170 (though that included some excess fat), Randy was also 5’ 6” and weighed at most 130, and Walter was 5’ 10” and weighed maybe 150. So though they were one and two years older than me they were no longer bigger, heavier, or stronger than I - though I still couldn’t have taken either alone in a fight. I now outweighed Randy by 40 pounds despite being no taller, and though he could out-do me easily in either boxing or wrestling, I was able to carry him on my shoulders – if not as easily as I carried David’s younger brothers before – without staggering and falling from his weight.

So away we went back to their house… Randy riding on my shoulders (after putting my glasses back on me so I could see) and carrying a small paper bag he’d brought with him, while Walter led me along on a leash. I began to start a conversation about something – I forget about what, now – when Randy interrupted me. “Wait, I have a little surprise for you.” He said to me with that smirking tone of voice again that – along with the distinctive sound of something being taken out of a crinkling paper bag - set my internal alarm ringing loudly inside my head.

Before I could ask about – and likely object to – Randy’s surprise, I suddenly saw a dark object abruptly being draped across the front of my face, pulled in tightly to press against my mouth, and rapidly and expertly fastened by straps and buckles at the back of my head. “What the fhaaa - *UCK!* I went before all ability for coherent speech was abruptly taken away from me. My subsequent MUMPHs were drowned out by laughter.

Randy had placed some kind of muzzle gag on me! It completely covered my mouth but left my nose unobstructed for easy breathing (as long as I didn’t catch a cold!), and was held on by straps that ran along the sides and top of my head and buckled in back. It must’ve been difficult fastening it on the back of my back while riding my shoulders as it was right in front of his belly, but that limber grasshopper managed it quickly and quite efficiently.

I tried to say “Come on, you guys. Enough is enough. Take this damned thing off me.” All I managed were a few grunts that simply got laughed at. So I gave up sullen silence as I continued to be ridden and led along the homeward path.

But my ordeal for the afternoon wasn’t over yet. Just as we reached the end of the trail at Aunt Yvette’s backyard, about 200 feet from the house, we stopped and Randy climbed off. He stayed behind me and out of sight and suddenly I heard that paper bag crinkling again. ‘Uh oh, what now?’ I thought to myself and began to turn around, but Walter forestalled me by suddenly reaching out and snatching the glasses right off my face.

My attention was momentarily diverted by my older cousin as my younger cousin got right behind and – quite literally – pulled the wool right over my eyes. Before I knew it I was not only bound and gagged but blindfolded too! I mumphed quite insistently, but this got me nowhere of course.

Walter and Randy each locked one of my bound arms in theirs and led me into the backyard in a fashion identical to the way Ron and Al had dragged me into the pond for a swim. I assumed that they were taking me directly to the backdoor of their house and so out up no resistance; I just wanted this prank of theirs over with.

After a seemingly long journey through total darkness, we abruptly stopped – and a moment later I felt one of the handcuffs being taken off my left wrist. “Good, we’ve reached the doorstep,” thought I. But someone’s hands were still firmly holding mine in theirs and behind my back, and suddenly someone else’s hands were pushing me gently but insistently backward. I felt my back hit something solid and rounded and rough on my bare skin, and then my wrists were pulled back well behind me and the handcuffs closed back around my left wrist. I tugged, and found my wrists fastened together and immovably wrapped around a tall cylindrical object.

I had been handcuffed to a tree!

Oh my God! Don’t leave me tied to a tree all night! Not in my underwear! PLEASE!!!

I tried to say all this, but of course all that could be heard from me were mere grunts. All I heard from them was more laughter… merry rather than derisive, which gave me some hope at first that this would not be a long-term prank. This hope began to fade though as I heard their footsteps retreating in the grass, and I mumphed more strenuously than ever.

I was just resigning myself to a night of lonely Hell in the backyard when I heard a strange squeaking noise somewhere in the same direction my cousins had gone. I was still trying to figure out what it was when I felt myself being sprayed by a powerful jet of cold water. Now I knew what that sound had been: the garden hose being turned on.

“Time for your bath,” Randy yelled practically in my ear as I felt the spraying subside. The next thing I knew, I felt two sets of hands using sponges and brushes to scrub all the parts of my legs and body that they could reach like I was an automobile at a car wash – or a DOG!

“This is how we used to wash mom’s dog,” said Randy, confirming my suspicions. “We even had to tie it to this tree to keep it from running off!”

I’d been muzzled, led on a leash, and petted like a dog today. Now I was being washed like one too. If they tried to feed me dog food too, I was going to BITE somebody!!!

“Nice doggy!” I heard Randy’s voice close to my ear, and then someone’s hand patting and rubbing the back of my head. Grrrrr!

“That dumb kid just had to use a magic marker on him, didn’t he?” asked Walter with a growl in his own voice as he or Randy scrubbed my legs vigorously. It felt nowhere near as nice as Al’s leg massages earier.

“Yeah,” replied Randy. “We should be making HIM wash Jason off!”

Didn’t it occur to them to just let me wash MYSELF off, for crying out loud?! In a bathtub? Indoors? Like a human being?

“Well, he’ll get his comeuppance, won’t he?” said Walter, mysteriously.

“Yeah,” laughed Randy with his jackass bray.

Suddenly they hosed me down again. Then they removed one of my handcuffs, turned me around, and re-cuffed me so that now I was hugging the tree again with my chest instead of my back. Then they hosed me again. And scrubbed my back and the backs of my legs. And hosed me off some more. Then they undid (finally) both my handcuffs. They toweled me dry – rather roughly but thoroughly. All this time they were oblivious to my grunts of pure outrage. Then they led me away again – free of handcuffs but still hobbled and blindfolded and with my arms in solid grips.

They sure took their tie-up games seriously.

I was led to the doorsteps and aided in stepping into the house. I was led to where I knew the laundry room was and felt the legcuffs being removed. “Okay, take off that wet underwear and hand it to me!” Walter told me when we reached it. I objected, but Walter said, “Just do it! We aren’t looking! The light’s not even on in here.”
Not having heard the click of a light switch, I decided to take their word for it. So I took off the wet underwear and handed it to him. I heard him open a laundry basket and what presumably was my underwear hastily tossed into it. Then I heard a cupboard opened and something pulled out and handed to me; a clean, dry set of underwear. Walter didn’t bother to tell me to put it on; I simply did it without coaxing.

“Need to make a pit stop?” asked Randy. “I might add that this is the only opportunity to get one for a long while; probably until morning.”

I wanted one regardless. I hesitated only because of the lack of privacy, but my cousins swore that they weren’t watching and that the light was off regardless. I decide I had no choice but to take their word for it… but it was sure humiliating (which was undoubtedly the whole idea). At last my hands and feet were free so I needed only minimal assistance – mainly with finding the toilet and the paper, as of course I was blindfolded. I finished as quickly as I could while being thorough enough to not need a repeat anytime soon.

“Okay, off we go again,” said Walter as two arms gripped my own again and hustled me along out of the bathroom to the stairs, up the stairs, and down the hallway. Talk about deja vu! I expected to be turned right into Randy’s room, but instead we turned left and entered Walter’s. A light was clicked on, but of course that didn’t do ME any good. I was taken further into the room a few feet and then stopped.

“Turn around,” bade Walter. I did so. “Back up a step,” he continued. I did so. “You’re right in front of my bed. Sit down.” It never even occurred to me that it might be a prank to make me fall on my butt to the floor. I trusted my cousins even under these bizarre circumstances not to trick me... at least, not in a way that could hurt me while I was helpless. So I sat without hesitation and landed on a soft mattress as I expected. “Lay down and don’t move!”

Of course I knew by now what to expect next – more or less. But instead of my hands being handcuffed together at the headboard and my feet on the other head, my arms and legs were spread as far apart as possible into a wide X and I was tied spread-eagled to the four corners of what felt like a twin-sized bed – still blindfolded and gagged. And then, to make things even worse, they put a set of headphones on me and I was forced to listen to some radio station playing nothing but Gospel Music – at nearly full volume!

NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT THIS! HAVE MERCY, YOU GUYS!!!

And then – I heard them walk away, click off the light, and close the door behind them.

“Hey, wait a minute! I’m hungry! Don’t I get something to eat?!” I thought into the dark silence. But silence was my only reply from without, and hymn after god-awful hymn ringing through my eardrums within.

Every so often I heard snatched of muffled conversation from downstairs, but could not make out anything distinctly through the 'music'.

Then, after an Eternity in Hell hearing praises to Jesus, I heard the bedroom door open and then close, and dimly heard a click of a light switch and then footsteps approaching. A single heavier body (wearing boxer shorts and socks from the feel of it) climbed up onto the bed and on top of me in a sit/kneeling position as I lay there listening to Amazing Grace. From the weight, I figured it must be Walter; it WAS his room and it was too heavy for Randy – yet somehow it didn’t quite FEEL like Walter. The thighs against the bare skin of my chest felt smoother and thicker.

Mercifully I felt someone’s hands yank off those accursed headphones from my ears (the last words I heard were, appropriately enough, 'saved a wretch like meeee') and toss them aside. Then I heard a familiar voice tell me, “I hope you got plenty of rest. It’s all I’m letting you have tonight.”

It was David!

To Be Continued - - -
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby stevemcnish » Thu Apr 29, 2010 7:30 am

Please continue, another two excellent parts! :)

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Apr 29, 2010 8:37 am

The history continues good. More please! :big: :big: :big: :big: :big: :bound:
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby FelixSH » Thu Apr 29, 2010 9:55 am

I like your story, it´s written really good. Your writing style reminds me a bit of Richard UK´s storys. Like his story, this sounds like a very good memory with the innocence of earlier days...something like that^^.

Keep going. :wink:

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Apr 29, 2010 10:20 am

Thank you for the feedback, everyone who has written. It is very encouraging for someone like me.

To FelixSH: yes, I enjoyed Richard UK's stories too, though I first read them only a couple of months ago so any imitation of his writing style is probably coincidental. I take it as a compliment anyway. Also, as I stated in a post in General Chat or Tugtalk (I forget which at the moment), I wish I had had those twins Ian and Duncan (in the last few parts of his story) for younger brothers. Though I got the impression Scott minded getting tied by them so often much less than he let on, I would have positively enjoyed it. Anyway, on with my story:

PART 8

I ‘mumphed’ to David through the muzzle-gag; trying to virtually beg him to take the gag and blindfold off of me. Of course, all that came out were incomprehensible noises as the gag effectively rendered speech impossible. Although I’m sure even an utter moron could not have possibly failed to understand the message I wanted to convey anyway, David acted serenely oblivious to my wishes.

Well, the wishes I just stated, anyway.

“Sorry, Jason,” I heard David’s voice say to me. “I think you look kind of cute the way you are now, and it’s nice to not have you spoil everything by talking too much.”

MUMPH! I don’t talk too much!!!

“No, the gag and blindfold stay on for now,” he continued. “Some things are best left unheard, and some other things are best left unseen.” He added mysteriously.

I suddenly felt his hands and fingers gently rub along my ribs and chest and thought he was about to tickle-torture me. But it was only mildly tickling. Instead, it was a gentle caress more like a light massage than a tickle. His unseen fingers played gently all around my chest, sides, shoulders, arms, and neck – and what few parts of my face still remained uncovered by the gag and blindfold. Sometimes I felt him shift his weight and then his fingers massage my thighs as well. My treacherous groin noise to the occasion, as if hoping to get its share of the attention. It got a gentle laugh from David and a few light flicks from his forefingers, but to its (my) disappointment that was about all it got!

David had a point about some things left unseen. Because of my partial sensory deprivation, my already sensitive sense of touch was considerably heightened all over my body. His light and skillful finger caresses threatened to give me an orgasm, and I started thrashing around in my bonds like I was being electrocuted. Between the skillfully tied bonds and David’s body weight pinning my abdomen down however, I couldn’t move much. But I could move enough so that the sensation of his body weight pinning me down thrilled me even more. And the way his caresses progressed indicated to me that he found my attempts at bucking underneath him to be exciting too.
I think this is the first time in my life that I imagined someone doing something like this while riding me somewhat further down than on my belly – but unfortunately THAT didn’t happen! I would have surely exploded in my underwear if it had; but it would’ve probably been worth it.

Gradually his caresses turned into deliberate tickles, and my moans of pleasure turned into giggles of muffled laughter followed soon enough by louder muffled pleas for mercy. When he relentlessly tickled my underarms (fully and unavoidably exposed by my spread-eagle tie to his questing fingers) I began whining like a dog to get him to stop. I guess that satisfied him because he finally stopped with a gentle laugh that I found much more pleasant than Randy’s sardonic braying donkey laugh.

Though David stopped tickling me, I continued to whine like a begging dog in hopes he’d take my blindfold and gag off; I wanted to see him and talk to him, darn it! I especially wanted another close look at that nice body of his – especially if he was shirtless; I was perhaps instinctively certain that he was.

“Got to pee or potty?” he asked me, at least deigning to find out what I wanted.

I shook my head no; though if my cousins hadn’t given me that bathroom break I’d have probably already wet myself in the excitement of the last few minutes.

“Hungry?” he asked. Well, I was, and nodded my head slowly enough to indicate that this wasn’t my first priority.

“Hmm…” went David, as if thinking about it. As if the next question wasn’t so obvious!

“Want to be alone?” he asked me then.

WHAT?!! NOOOOOOO! I shook my head as vigorously as I could.

I guess he decided he’d been cruel enough. “Want the gag off?”he asked me.

YES! I nodded vigorously.

“Want the blindfold off?” he asked.

YES again.

“Okay,” he replied. “I’ll remove one and ONLY one. Which is it? Nod your head for removing the blindfold and shake your head to remove the gag.”

Well, maybe he HADN’T decided he’d been cruel enough. My God, what a tough choice: To talk to a beautiful boy I could not see or see a beautiful boy I could not talk to!
I finally decided a picture was worth a thousand words and nodded my head.

True to his word, David reached down to remove my blindfold. It took him a few seconds to undo the knot that Randy had tied in it, but he managed it. He removed it only partway at first – thoughtfully giving my eyes time to adjust to the light so that I wasn’t dazzled by the glare. I was dazzled; not by the glare but the sight of him on top of me as my eyes adjusted to the light. I got an excellent close-up view of his upper body because he was putting my glasses on my face (he’d brought them into the room with him) at the same time before straightened back up to rest his hands on his knees.

As I thought, he was shirtless. All he wore were gym shorts (not boxers as I’d first thought) and a pair of tube socks; the same ones he wore before (I recognized the pattern formed by some of the grass stains from when I saw him previously).

“Better?” he asked me. I nodded my head vigorously.

“So! What would you like to talk about?” he asked with a grin.

*Groan!* Everyone was a comedian. Still, I tried my best. I *mumphed* and nodded my head toward him. I wanted to know more about him.

“Me? Oh! You want to know what I’m doing here?” he asked.

I nodded. Close enough.

“Walter and Randy invited me over after we finished our Soccer match!” David told me. “We all saw how you looked at me when we met and…” (My face must’ve blushed deep red at this point) “Sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you. Anyway, we thought we’d spring a little surprise on you. I made that gag you’re wearing myself, you know. Yeah, I saw something like it in some magazine I once found sticking out of someone’s trashcan and figured it’d be handy to use on my brothers. Hope you enjoy it as much as they have.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of THAT remark and couldn’t respond to it anyway other than to grunt wordlessly. On the other hand, I felt strangely excited to be wearing something that David had made himself – no matter what it was.

As David was telling me about himself, his brothers, and my cousins, he sat up on my belly and pulled his socks off and tossed them on the floor. Then he stood up and made to pull his shorts off. I became instantly excited… could it be?!...

Not quite; he was wearing a set of Speedos underneath. Still, I thought as he sat back down – knees up this time – that the view was improved. Though David was about 5’ 4’ and weighed about 140, putting his whole weight on me was not at all uncomfortable thanks to my lying on a soft, yielding mattress this time rather than on hard, somewhat bumpy ground. In fact, it was quite enjoyable.

At about this time I heard the doorbell ring downstairs, but David seemed unconcerned. I could hear someone casually go downstairs to answer the door but could hear nothing else until someone came walking back up the stairs just as casually… though there seemed a strange effect like there were two people coming back up. But it was hard to tell and I heard nothing more, so I thought it was nothing and forgot about it for a while.

David was telling me how he got into tie-up-and-torment games with my cousins and later his kid brothers when Walter and Randy abruptly walked into the room. Both were also wearing nothing more than Speedos as they walked over to the bed and sat on me behind David, who moved up to sit/kneel on my chest to make room for them. Walter was carrying a six-pack of cola and a stack of paper plates. Randy was carrying a large box of pizza that had apparently just been delivered; which answered the minor mystery of who had rang the doorbell. I wondered inanely if Randy or Walter had answered the door dressed in only his Speedos. Anyway, Randy got on my belly and gave David a slice of pizza on a paper plate, while Walter sat on my thighs and handed him a can of cola.

“How are you guys doing?” asked Randy, biting into a slice of pizza of his own.

Fine,” replied David before swigging down some cola.

I stared upward at Randy with pleading eyes and began to drool. Then I began to whine.

“What’s the matter, Jase?” David asked with a goofy grin on his face as he took another bit of his pizza. As if he didn’t know. Feed me, dammit!

“I think he wants you to squeeze his face between your legs,” said Randy. “He LOVES it when WE do that!”

Stinking traitor! But then, when David (giggling merrily) proceeded to do just that, my resentment toward Randy’s lack of respect for my dignity (yeah, I know how kooky that sounds under the circumstances) faded. I even forgot I was hungry and thirsty for a while even while I watched those three greedy pigs scarf down pizza and chug those sodas. How on Earth did Walter and Randy stay so thin if they often ate like that?! They were eating more than I normally would, for God’s sake! But my contentment with what David was doing overrode such considerations until it was almost too late.

Seeing that I wasn’t likely to get any food or drink if they didn’t share some with me soon, I mumphed through the gag again.

“Now what do you want?” asked David, not unkindly.

“I think the sight of us eating is bothering him,” said Walter.

“Should I blindfold him again?” asked David.

“Naw, just sit on his face like your brothers did!” said Walter. “That’ll quiet him down.”

HUH??? I *mumphed*even more frantically than ever in case David took Walter’s suggestion seriously. Apparently he did, for he got up, turned around while still on his knees, pulled off my glasses to keep from damaging them, and proceeded to come back down. *MUMPH!* *MUMPH!* I went, but it was to no avail.

David settled slowly but firmly down on my face… to the near-hysterical laughter of Walter and Randy. Although heavier than his two younger brothers, David’s weight was less uncomfortable by itself than theirs had been because I had a thicker pillow under my head and a soft mattress between that. But at the same time, I was gagged and breathing was totally impossible while he was doing this.

However, David wasn’t ignorant of this. He sat only 10 to 15 seconds at a time before giving me a breathing break for a few seconds and then sitting back down!

It was scary and exhilarating at the same time. All the same, I wanted it to stop. I remember thinking, "With all that pizza he’s eating, what if he starts passing gas?!"

*Mumph!* I went again.

“If you complain one more time you’re going to get some sore balls!” warned Randy.

Huh? Sour balls? Candy?

I went “Mph?”

WHACK!

*MUMPH!!!* OWW! No, he meant sore balls all right! He whacked me in the nuts!

WHACK! Randy went again in response to the previous cry. Somehow I managed to choke back another muffled yelp for fear he would keep this up so long I’d go insane.

Meanwhile David kept bobbing up and down gently on my face like a yo-yo before finally having some compassion on me and stopping. He turned back around to resume sitting on my chest – knees up this time to put all his weight on me.

“Still hungry?” David asked me. I hesitated to answer; suspecting a trick. But he seemed honestly sympathetic and concerned now so I tentatively nodded in the affirmative.

David removed the muzzle gag from my face and then replaced my glasses.

“Want something to eat?” he asked me.

“Yes. Please!” I replied; waggling my jaw to get the numbness and soreness out of it.

David held up the last remaining (and by now rather cold) slice of pizza to the mouth and let me eat. Behind him, I heard Walter and Randy whispering to each other. I suspected they were planning some new devilry to torment me. I was right, but didn’t find out what it was until the next day.

David gave me a fresh can of soda to drink from (Bracing my head up with his hand so I could drink without getting slopped on) and fed me the remaining pizza until it was gone. With all the excitement, my appetite was satisfied with the one slice (which was large).

“Well, let’s go see to our other guests,” suggested Walter as he got up. Randy nodded in agreement and followed as Walter opened the door and stepped out of the room.

Then Randy paused at the doorway and turned to David.

“Coming?” Randy asked him.

“Be with you in a few minutes,” replied David. “I’m going to make Jase a little more comfortable first.”

“Okay,” replied Randy as he stepped out.

“Walter said there are other guests?” I asked David just as he got up off me himself. “What other guests? Who’s here?”

“Brian and Michael,” replied David as he went to the foot of the bed and pulled off the sneakers I was still wearing on my feet. “I told Brian to get a pizza here around nine o’clock, which he did. Meanwhile I brought Michael here with me, bound and gagged like you were when Walt and Bri brought you to the pond this morning. We tied him to Randy’s bed and played around with him a bit before I came in to see you. Brian brought the pizza while I was with you. I imagine he’s been tied to Randy’s bed beside Michael ever since, and that Walter and Randy are tickle-tormenting them right now.”

Now that he mentioned it, I could hear what sounded like muffled screams coming from somewhere, and some occasional laughter from Walter or Randy.

“Before I join them, here’s something of mine to think of me by,” said David… whereupon he took his discarded shorts and wrapped them around my head! My muffled protests went unheeded as he secured the shorts so that they could not be shaken off. It was tied in such a way that I could get some air through my nose, and I could breathe through the thin, porous fabric easily enough… but I didn’t really want to more than I could help! The shorts were grimy and soaked with sweat and – since it was the seat that was pressed against my face – it stank of various odors best left un-described. In addition, he stuffed one of his dirty socks into my mouth and gagged me with the other! Nowhere near as effective as the muzzle gag had been, but effective enough to keep me relatively quiet from the other room.

I could dimly see him through the fabric as we waved to me. “I’ll be back in an hour or two,” he said to me cheerfully as he clicked off the light. Then he closed the door gently and I was left alone.

Mercifully he had not elected to repeat the Gospel Radio torture, so I promptly fell asleep to await his return. Not even the occasional gag-muffled scream or one of Randy’s braying laughs disturbed me while I remained alone. Fortunately, he must’ve forgotten his threat(?) not to let me get any more rest that night.

He rather made up for it a bit later though!

To be Continued - - -
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby stevemcnish » Thu Apr 29, 2010 10:34 am

This story just keeps getting better, loving the use of cuffs a lot! :big:

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:30 pm

Good! More please!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Apr 29, 2010 1:31 pm

Thanks for the encouraginf feedback, Sarumansauron and Stevemcnish.
To Stevemcnish: sorry no cuffs this time around; ropes deserve their time in the limelight too. But don't worry the cuffs will be back later.

PART 9

The first warning that I was no longer alone in the room was the by-now-familiar sensation of someone kneel-sitting on my stomach. I woke up just as unseen hands removed David’s gym shorts from my face. However, even with them gone I could not see very much. My glasses were off, and the room light was off as well. The only light was the light of the moon shining in though the open window on one side and the light of the hallway light shining though the crack left by the closed bedroom door on the other. But from the blurred silhouette I could see so close to me, I was sure that it was David.

“Have a good sleep?” asked David’s distinctive voice, proving me correct. “I hope so, because now that really IS all the rest you’ll get!”

“What time is it?” I asked, unsure if I wanted it to be earlier (leaving David more time for whatever plans he had for me) or later.

“Just past midnight,” came the answer. “I left you alone for two hours, though I peeked in every few minutes to make sure you weren’t having trouble breathing with those shorts tied to your face. But you slept so peacefully that I don’t think you noticed even once.”

“I didn’t,” I admitted. “Thanks for checking to make sure, though.”

“Well, it’d be no fun tormenting a victim who’d passed out, now would it?” he answered with a faked edge of impending villainy in his voice.

Before I could reply David raised his knees into a squatting position to get them out of his way (and incidentally putting more of his weight on my belly) and began tickling my armpits. My words were choked out by my laughter.

David stopped tickling me. Then he inched forward until he knelt-sat upon my chest and stroked my face. He simply smiled down at me but didn’t say a thing for a long while. Then he moved even further up my chest until the front of his Speedos was literally touching the tip of my chin.

“Guess what we’re going to do now,” he said to me.

“Wh-wh-wh-wha-what?” I asked nervously, staring directly at his Speedos with my eyes as wide as saucers feeling like they were bulging as much as what they were looking at!

“You’ve been tied four hours, so it’s time to give you a break,” David told me as he abruptly got up off me with a laugh. The cruel son of a …

“If I set you free all at once for a while, will you promise not to try to avoid a re-tie; or will I have to settle for leaving you with only one limb untied at a time?” he asked me as he stood beside the bed.

“I promise; no avoidance,” I told him with unmistakable honesty. I think I was hoping he’d sit on my chest again and this time do what I thought he was going to do for real. I had never done such a thing before but had thought about it a lot recently, and I was very curious about what it was like.

David untied me and helped me sit up in case I got dizzy or wobbly from being tied so long, but I enjoyed his assistance rather than needed it. He turned on the light and inspected my ankles and wrists, and asked me if I felt numbness anywhere. I didn’t, and we were both satisfied that I was not bruised nor had rope-burns that were deep or raw.

David was not as stringent with his prisoners as my cousins seemed to be. He allowed me to go take a bathroom break unescorted (at least past the bathroom door) or unassisted, and I took a quick sponge-bath, brushed my teeth, and put on some deodorant to freshen up. I learned later that he extended his kid brothers the same courtesies when he tied them up too and insisted that the other boys do the same when THEY had his brothers visit or 'kidnapped' for a sleepover.

“Are Walt and Randy going to be rejoining us tonight?” I asked David as we walked back up to my older cousin’s room.

“Naw,” replied David. “They’ve got Brian and Michael for company while I have you. Don’t worry though; they’re not as hard on them as they’ve been with you. They’ve given you the works because you’re new and because you won’t be around all the time to play our games with. Besides, more likely than not your cousins are the ones who are tied up right now. Want to peek in and see?”

So we looked in. Sure enough, it was Walter and Randy who were tied onto the bed rather the two much smaller boys. All four wore nothing but Speedos (not counting the ropes and gags worn by Randy and Walter). The ties the smaller boys selected were different than anything that had been used on me so far. Randy and Walter had their hands tied together at the head of the bed, but their legs had been arched over their bodies and their feet together to the head of the bed as well. It was not quite a hogtie, as their feet were tied to the top of the headband about thirty inches over their heads, but it was stringent enough to look uncomfortable all by themselves with their legs held suspended over their abdomens. However, their situation was even more stringent in that the smaller boys were sitting on the back of the larger boys’ legs near the knee, putting added pressure on their spines. Both Randy and Walter were sweating heavily and their faces were flushed. The smaller boys were also spanking their captives’ fannies with the palm of their hands with glee. And some odd-looking gags were tied onto Walter and Randy’s faces… and those things looked very familiar. I took a closer look...

“Are those my sneakers tied onto their faces?” I asked incredulously.

“Yep,” replied Brian, looking back toward me and bouncing up and down on Walter’s inner thighs, eliciting some patient groans. And so they were; the insides tied over their mouths and noises so that they were forced to breathe the foul air inside (which of course was possible only because of the other small openings elsewhere.

“They were the smelliest things we could find,” put in Michael cheerfully as he swatted Randy’s defenseless behind with gusto.

Walter looked at me with a glare that promised dire vengeance on me the next time he was free to get his hands on me! I gulped audibly.

“Don’t worry,” David said to me as we backed out of Randy’s room and re-entered Walter’s. “It’s all in good clean, dirty fun. No one gets hurt, and Michael and Brian get to be on top far more often than not so they have at least as much fun as we do.”

That was good to know; I had commenced to wonder how Michael and Brian hadn’t become emotional basket cases from being tied and tormented every day by other boys so much bigger than they were. It’s so much different somehow when the captors are smaller and younger than you are – even when the tie-ups and torments are the same. Being a captive of smaller boys just isn’t as scary as being captive of older ones… even when the younger ones are strangers and the older ones are trusted friends or relatives. At least, that was true when I was a kid myself.

We returned to Walter’s bed and I lay in it for David to tie me back down. But he bade me to turn over to lie on my stomach rather than my back. Straddling my back, he removed my glasses because of my awkward position and then tied my hands separately to the sturdy metal posts of the bed, and then did the same to my feet while sitting on my calves. Once he was finished, he put that muzzle gag back on me; silencing me for the duration.

Once he was finished with that, David got something I could not see from the top of a drawer and sat down on my thighs facing forward. I wondered what he planned doing from way over there when I suddenly felt my underwear being pulled down!

What the Devil?! He – he wasn’t going to do what I was thinking, was he? I had been muzzled like a dog, leashed like a dog, walked like a dog, bathed like a dog… was I about to get something else doggie-style too?!

I am unsure to this day whether it was fright or eagerness which I felt more at the time.

In any case, the results weren’t what I was expecting. Instead, WHAP! I felt and heard a smooth, hard object spank me in the butt! I mumphed into my gag as loudly as I could. This got me no sympathy, just another WHAP! And another… and another…

“What the Hell are you doing?” I tried to cry out through the gag. Tears were coming to my eyes; half blinding me.

“This is my favorite torture to use on Walter and Randy,” explained David – evidently guessing the meaning behind of my muffled yelps. “Spanking them with the same hairbrush their mom used to spank them when they were little kids. As you can guess, they didn’t like that too much.”

I could imagine. My Aunt Yvette a was tall, thin, but very strong woman. As a girl she made a living pounding the heels onto shoes with a mallet! She had a very strong arm at that time still; I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had won a round of Ring the Bell at a carnival. For that matter, she is in her mid 80’s now and still goes bowling twice a week and still wins games against people half or even only a quarter her age! Her bowling balls are said to go so fast down those lanes they get speeding tickets. Okay, I’m kidding about that last, but I’m not kidding when I say her spankings must have been harsh affairs. No wonder my cousins were well behaved around her – if ONLY around her! In contrast, my mom wasn’t so robust and the one time she spanked me (I was 7 or 8) hardly hurt at all.

Well, David’s spanking me with that hairbrush hurt a LOT!! I even began to cry and thrashed around – in futility, as always. David had a pretty strong arm himself and plenty of gusto! Yet at the same time I didn’t want him to stop! I wondered then if my cousins felt the same way, since they still apparently let him tie them up and do it to them.

David swatted me thirteen times and then stopped. “Happy Birthday!” he said.

That’s right; that day just coming was my 13th birthday (what with everything from dad's sudden illness on, I had somehow forgotten it), and so he had given me a birthday spanking of 13 swats!

I thought then that the torment was over. But then David got up and stepped out of the room a moment. I had a dreadful feeling that I knew why.

Sure enough he returned with his brother Brian. David sat on my shoulders while Brian gave me thirteen more swats – not as hard as David’s but painful enough as my rump was still sore from David’s round. Then Brian put the hair brush down, wished me a giggling Happy Birthday, and left. Then of course in walked Michael and I got another thirteen swats – weaker but even more painful than before. My butt must’ve been beet red by then; but at least the ordeal must be over now since Walter and Randy were still tied up.

I had just finished this thought when in walked Randy. Oh my God! The kids had freed my cousins. Oh God have mercy!

Naturally Randy whapped harder than Brian and Michael and probably as hard as David. And then, worst of all, came Walter; and with his strong arm I felt like my behind was trapped on the top of a blacksmith’s anvil. My whole body now felt like one huge ache in my sore behind! I screamed into my gag, but except for David gently petting my head as I took my punishment I got no mercy or sympathy. I struggled against the ropes, but they held me fast; I couldn't budge my hands at all.

BTW later that morning my mom called on the phone to also wish me a Happy Birthday. It almost gave me the willies as I halfway expected to get my behind pummeled again! She was sorry she could not spend my birthday with me but I truthfully told her that it was okay.

After the other four left to resume whatever games they were playing, David got up, closed the door, turned out the light, and then sat down on my lower back facing my feet. He then proceeded to give me a ‘butt rub’ similar to the one Ron gave me before. I don’t know if David was more skillful at me, or if it was because my butt started out hurting lots more than it hurt the other time, but the feeling that massage gave me was incredible. It was actually worth the spanking that preceded it.

When he finished, David turned around and lay down right on top of me – I in just my briefs and he in his Speedos. I could distinctly feel the bulge in his front pressed against the back of my briefs. I am sure it was no accident. He lay on me that way for quite some time, gently stroking my hair and my face, as if working up the courage to do something more. I think he even kissed my ear, though I am not certain of this… I never asked.

But, being gagged, I could neither encourage or discourage him, and eventually there was no follow-up at all. If he had un-gagged me and asked me what I wanted…
Before I fell asleep though I imagined all sorts of follow up; with David and with all the other boys I met that day too. I – Hmmm, how do I say this without being crude nor too graphic? Well, I imagined myself as another member of the gang. I imagined possibilities that might be Greek to you. I’d get some French lessons, and maybe kiss all the other members. And I hoped the fact that it was the summer of ’69 would have a special significance for me.

Well, it did of course – just not THAT way.

Had I not been gagged, I might have offered some encouragement to David. Whether that would’ve made things better or worse though I will never know. Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the courage to do it. I might not have had the courage to ask him, simply because I couldn’t have stopped him if I changed my mind after he started. Or worse it might turn out that this was not what he had in mind at all, be revolted, and leave. I doubted this then and even more doubt it now – but I just wasn’t sure!
I guess David wasn’t ready to go that far – and therefore probably neither was I.

But the past 24 hours had certainly been revelation enough. And I still had two weeks to spend with my new friends. Maybe, with a little more time and getting to know one another, we’d be ready for even more. But for now, it was enough just to be together.

And so, still laying on top of me, David fell asleep and I soon followed.

He had promised twice not to let me have any rest that night; of all the promises he has ever made to me (and there quite a few over the following years), these were the only ones that he ever failed to keep.

As for what we eventually did do together… that’s a story for another time.

To Be Continued - - -
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby stevemcnish » Thu Apr 29, 2010 2:20 pm

Another excellent part, I liked the :bondage: !

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Apr 29, 2010 9:03 pm

To StevenMcnish: You mean :spank; don't you? There wasn't any :bondage: ... at least, not yet! That comes later. :twisted:
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Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby stevemcnish » Thu Apr 29, 2010 10:32 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:To StevenMcnish: You mean :spank; don't you? There wasn't any :bondage: ... at least, not yet! That comes later. :twisted:


I didn't see the other one, would of selected it otherwise.

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby FelixSH » Fri Apr 30, 2010 4:33 am

Very enjoyable, I´m looking forward to the next part.
And yes, it was a compliment, I never supposed you would imitate any style :wink:

Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins MM + MM / M

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:54 am

Good! More please!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!