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Part 2“What do you want to do with your slave first, Ed?†Carl asked his older kid brother.
“Gee, there’s so many things I can hardly wait to do,†replied Ed cheerfully. “But I’m getting hungry, and it’s hard to think on an empty stomach! I hate to waste such a good tie-up like that, but can we make him cook dinner for us?â€
“Of course,†replied Carl. “He’s your slave now. Have him do whatever you want.â€
“Cool!†replied Ed. “Okay slave. Listen up. I’ll untie you from the chair, and you’ll cook dinner, serve it to us, and clean up afterward. Do a good job and you can have something to eat afterward. Otherwise you get no supper tonight and get punished besides! Got it?â€
Tim couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was a slave to a smaller, younger kid he could normally thrash with one hand tied behind his back (but not with both like now!). But he had lost a bet and had agreed to let himself be placed in this situation, and could see no choice but to nod his agreement.
The three brothers quickly untied Tim from the chair, but his gag was left in place. The handcuffs were removed, but only so that his wrists could be placed in front of him before he was cuffed again. This time he was handcuffed with a different set of restraints: much thicker and heavier, with a much thicker, heavier but also longer chain; it was a much heavier weight on his wrists but also allowed greater flexibility of movement than ordinary handcuffs. He would have to do the tasks given to him with his hands cuffed in front of him and his ankles hobbled – as if he were a real slave or a vicious criminal on a chain gang. And so he had been given enough slack to perform these tasks without too much difficulty; but at the same time the restraints were ponderous enough to continually remind him that he was the property of his friend Carl and his brothers for the weekend.
Tim was self- reliant for his age and therefore familiar with the tasks of cooking his own meals; preparing them for others was not much different. The sounds of his heavy chains clinking and the feel of their restraining him was strange though; as was having to do all these chores almost naked in front of others. But he was given no time to think about it though; when he started his chores too slowly for Ed’s liking, he got a quick lash with a towel whip to remind of his place. After that, he decided to do whatever was required of him first as quickly as possible in his restraints and ponder the situation later when his new masters permitted him some quiet time.
Tim was made to prepare some Chicken helper for his three captors, along with some boiled vegetables mixed in with it; a simple enough task although he could have made a decent casserole from scratch given the time and the proper ingredients. He also had to set the table while the meal cooked, and then serve the food out to each boy once he was seated. Then Tim was made to stand behind Ed like a proper butler and cater to his every whim, such as refilling his glass of soda or bringing him dessert. His mouth watered as he watched the meal he’d fixed being greedily devoured; while he was not offered a single morsel of food for himself.
After the meal was over, Tim had to clean up the table and then wash all the dirty pots and dishes before he was allowed to have anything to eat for himself.
Once he was done with his chores, Tim was made to sit at the kitchen table again in the chair he had sat in before, and the three boys removed his handcuffs, re-cuffed them behind his back, secured his ankles to the chair, and tied him to it the same way as before.
“Now we’ll feed you,†Ed told him. “Now’s our chance to get rid of those old leftovers!â€
To Tim’s horror, Carl prepared a meal of left-over liver, Brussels sprouts, and sweet potatoes – all foods that Tim utterly loathed and generally refused to eat. He tried to protest when his gag was finally removed so that they could feed him, but he was told that he’d have to eat every bite or be punished. Tim could not imagine any punishment worse than being forced to eat such disgusting things as liver – especially when it was fed to him by someone else holding the fork to his mouth – but he did his best to comply anyway. But the combination of the humiliation of being fed like a baby and his total hatred of what he was being fed was too much for Tim; before he was halfway finished with his dinner, he revolted and refused to eat another bite.
He immediately regretted his decision when Ed got a bag of Warheads – those hot spicy candies that burn your mouth once you start sucking on them. Ed took six of the hot candies, popped them into Tim’s mouth, and immediately taped his mouth shut so that Tim could not spit the things out! Tim writhed at the burning sensation that now flooded his mouth, and his three captors laughed at him. “Want a drink?†asked Carl tauntingly as he filled a glass with ice water and held it right to Tim’s face. “You can have one… just as soon as you finish your dessert!â€
Being forced to suck on just one of those candies non-stop would have been torment enough to Tim. He had liked them no more than he liked eating liver and in fact had never sucked on one for more than a minute before spitting it out. But now he had six in his mouth at once and had to work them all down to the point where he could safely swallow the things. He struggled as tears flowed in his eyes, but this brought no sympathy from his tormentors. Instead, to add to his misery, they got some large metallic clips some offices use (like hinged clothes-pins but much worse) and clamped them on his earlobes and his nipples – telling Tim that they’d be removed only when the last of the candies had been consumed.
Desperately Tim sucked away at the hot candies to get their awful taste and the burning sensation out of his mouth. After a while his mouth became somewhat numbed to the burning sensation, but it was still an exceptional unpleasant experience for him. After what seemed like forever but was probably no more than twenty minutes however, he managed to reduce the last two to the size of small pebbles he could easily swallow. He nodded his head to indicate that he had finished.
“Are you telling the truth?†Carl inquired casually. “Because if you’re fibbing to us and you still have anything left in your mouth when we take off the gag, you get six more!â€
Tim shook his head vigorously to deny that he was lying; thank goodness he hadn’t been!
His gag was not-too-gently torn off and Tim was allowed to drink a glassful of ice water to ease his thirst and the dreadful burning sensation in his mouth. The clips were also (removed from his nipples and earlobes. But if he thought his captors would let him off the hook at this point, he soon learned his mistake. Tim was now offered the choice of finishing his meal of liver or getting six more warheads; and after that would come six more until he had finished the entire bagful – which still held about a hundred of the things!
With a groan of utter despair, Tim agreed to continue eating his unwelcome meal; which had gotten cold by this time. Even so, he found the first few bites rather tolerable now; they were not only preferable to the warhead candies but now his mouth was no numbed he could scarcely taste anything at all. Also, the food - nasty as it was by now - helped further to get the even more awful taste of the hot candies out of his mouth. Tim managed to finish the meal given to him without any more hot candies to assist his appetite.
To prove that they were not entirely hard-hearted however, Ed fed Tim a piece of his own birthday cake for dessert.
Then Tim was gagged before being untied from the chair. His hobbles were tightened until he could move his feet only a few inches apart, and his wrists were left cuffed behind him. Carl and Ed helped Tim rise from the chair, and they helped to support him as he was led shuffling with small baby steps out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Tim was led to the front of the couch and then compelled to get down on his knees in front of it. Once he was kneeling on the thick carpet, his wrists and ankles were locked together in a hogtie. He was then forced to prostrate himself like he was salaaming when his head as low to the floor as possible; and his shoulders were tied to his thighs to hold him in that uncomfortable position indefinitely.
Laughing, the three boys sat in the couch and began to watch TV. Ed was sitting in front of Ed and, having already kicked off his sneakers, now rested his smelly socked feet on Tim’s backside to use his body as his personal footstool.
TBC
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