Diary, Wednesday evening, April 30th
Kevin was surprised as he came to free me after the alarm had rung. He spotted David in my bed and he smiled. He was quite pleased to ake him up brutally.
They discussed my condition; David implied I’d been there since he released me from the pole; this left Kevin unconcerned. I was freed eventually, and we got busy getting ready for school.
The day went smoothly; at least I thought it had until four, when I had to meet Walter, Kevin and David. I thought I had scored a perfect day, but on our way out of the classroom for last period, I got in contact with Charles; I gave a look of admiration and I smiled approvingly, pointing to the red marks at his wrists his shirt barely concealed. David saw us, which I learned once in the shed. Charles was there too, and we both had our wrists bound behind us. They had gagged us too, with rolled hankies stuffed in our mouths and our neck ties used as cleave gags.
Our tormentors decided we should spend the evening being tried together, without giving any specifics. The weather was cloudy with some showers, so ponchos would be suitable; we walked out of school still bound and gagged, with Charles walking in front of me and the other lads following. The ponchos seemed to hide Charles’ bonds and gags, I could only hope no one could see the humiliation. Thankfully, we’d gone out after most students had left, so we didn’t meet many people.
We didn’t walk all the way to our home; we reached the gate to David’s and we headed straight to his house. He unlocked the door and took us to his room. Walter and my little brother were really excited, giggling and apparently as eager as I was to know what David had in mind.
“Armand spends a lot of time at his desk, maybe this is why he failed to follow our rules completely. ‘Any communication with Charles is forbidden’ seems straightforward enough, yet you guys wave at each other. Let’s say Charles also barely made the cut with his maths grade, so we’re with two naughty boys who’re pushing the boundaries. A little exercise is needed to have you work out all your pent-up energy. With both your cocks trapped, my lustful friends, I’m sure some work-out would help.”
I stood next to Charles, on my left, and Walter to my right. My cousin had ideas.
“Should we have them do push-ups?”
“Or sit-ups? We don’t even have to free them that much,” Kevin added.
“Very good idea, my friends, but I have something else in mind. We’re going to teach them the frog-tie crawl. First of all, we should dress them up more athletically.”
He headed to his chest of drawers where he kept lots of clothing. David had gotten me in satiny shorts when he first lured me into playing tugs last week, and this is where they’d come from. He called Walter and Kevin to help him choose our outfit.
My cousin had lots of questions and his hungry look going from us to the drawers had him imagining how the various shorts would look on us. They settled for black nylon shorts, which were for gymnasts more than for football players; the nylon was suppler and didn’t crease as the old-style footie shorts do.
The three boys handled us promptly; they were experts at not hindering each other’s moves, and the restraints fell before the clothes were put back on, only to have cuffs added to our wrists first, once our shirts had been replaced by a yellow and a light sleeveless blue nylon jerseys. I wore the ‘gold’. Then once the shorts were on, with a pair of Speedos added underneath, our legs were cuffed.
We had to lie down. I cast a glance aside. Let me tell you, Charles does have a fantastic bum! It’s all round, and with the shorts over it, and Charles squirming as he made himself comfortable over the carpet, I sure got an eyeful of this sexy show.
“OK, now, for the frog-tie.” David spoke in his teacher voice; Walter was all ears.
“We need to tie their legs one by one. We just fold them and make sure their heels touch their thighs. Or their buttock, to be more accurate.”
It didn’t click straight away for my cousin; Kevin had decided to help with the lesson. He’d gotten a coil of cord and he kneeled next to Charles. He threaded it through the D-ring attached to the cuff at the boy’s left ankle and knotted it. He took both ends in one hand, pulling on them to raise the foot.
He pulled it forward, and pushed down so the boy’s calf touched the back of his thigh. He made two turns around the top of Charles’ fleshy thigh, just below the hem of his shorts. Once Kevin tied the square knot, my fellow-captive’s leg was folded in two without any hope of release. Well he could still reach the rope with his fingers, but it didn’t seem that would go unnoticed. My cousin’s sagacity had him wonder.
“I don’t have as much practice as you do, Kev, but can’t he untie himself?”
“He could,” Kevin answered while patting his charge’s butt, “but he’s not allowed to. He can try to free himself only when I’m done. This is the kind of rule that makes having a prisoner easier. But of course, once I’ve worked my magic.”
He was already done with the second leg. There was more patting of the round derriere; my little brother found these shorts particularly enticing.
“Now, let’s take care of his arms.”
It was Kevin’s turn to act like a total pro.
“This one is called a reverse prayer position. It means his hands are joined as if he was praying, but then they are behind his back.”
Demonstration was needed once again. I hadn’t experienced exactly this sort of tie; from where I was, I couldn’t see much, but I had understood what my brother meant. They were handling Charles, unlocking the padlock keeping his wrists at the small of his back and sliding two ropes through the D-rings, one in each, apparently knotted in the middle. This made for great possibilities to anchor the limb to something, as had been done with the legs.
Once they’d gotten his forearms to touch, David fixed a strap at the top of them, just below the knees.
“Charles sure is flexible, Walt. Not everybody can pull such a Houdini trick.”
“It’s not really a Houdini trick, Dave, considering Charles almost never manages to escape my bonds!”
“Right, Kev. A Houdini wannabe trick, then.”
“Yes, give me a hand to finish the harness, then he may sit.”
“Let’s sit him first; it will be easier to do the chest harness.”
My brother agreed to David’s suggestion and they lifted Charles’ torso. He shifted a bit as they moved him, so I could see him from behind. He was kneeling really straight; his shorted buttocks rested on the balls of his socked feet, his wrists were between his shoulder blades, with ropes knotted at the cuffs. This had to be uncomfortable. There were four ends hanging loose from the big knot. David and Kevin made short work of using them to pass around the bound arms, under the armpits and back again. Another turn created shoulder straps, and it was like Charles’ arms were welded to his torso.
“All done. Now, time to get Armand ready too. I’m sure he’s longed for sharing the fate of his fellow-student.”
I grunted; I didn’t really feel like trying this yoga style position.
“Hush! You’re under the silence rule when you’re in my room!”
I sighed silently. I knew my fate was in their hands. With Charles stoically waiting for the next stage, they bounced towards me, not bothering to stand up.
This time, Walter helped out. He was as fiendish as the rest, and he relished pulling my limbs so closely together.
“Shouldn’t it be a bit tighter? It seems it’s a bit unfair for Charles if Armand is bound less strictly.”
“Don’t worry; we can always tighten it before they start moving around. Actually, you’re right, considering what’s at stake; we wouldn’t want them to be treated unfairly.”
The hands pinned me firmly to the ground as they made short work of reproducing the exact same tie-up I’d seen applied to my brother-in-bondage. My actual brother sounded at ease. He wove the chest harness with skill and even I must say he did so gracefully, though I’m not one to praise my brother much.
My legs being folded and kept together by white cotton rope, I was made to ‘sit’ – or kneel rather– so they could do my arms and torso. I was glad to be flexible too. Walter and Kevin would have pulled my forearms until they’d touch anyway; and my gagged moans never once had them wonder if I felt uncomfortable.
Walter went to turn Charles around, so we’d face each other.
“Arm got to see his friend getting frog-tied, I’m sure he’d like to get the same privilege.”
His legs opened in a V attracted attention, my eyes going up the bare, smooth thighs and ending at the crotch.
Once the two lengths of rope had been knotted between my shoulder blades, there were turns around my chest pinning my arms there, and wrapping around my wrists, which touched my back. Walter added the strap linking the elbows after the others had woven the ends between the crook of my arms.
I had never had my wings so tightly curtailed. My pinioned arms and torso were a solid block. Yet, it remained bearable. I was still wondering how we were supposed to go on a scavenger hunt.
“They’re right where they should be,” David smiled mysteriously. “Let’s hide the items they’ll be after. Blindfolds, gentlemen?”
His question wasn’t aimed at us; Kevin reacted promptly, pulling silk scarves from a bad next to David’s desk. He hurried back and handed one to David, who kneeled behind me to tie the blindfold behind my head.
The soft fabric was folded in eight layers; it was rather wide and made me completely blind. I felt David behind me and leaned back slowly into him. He didn’t seem to mind.
“My naughty boy wouldn’t cheat, but we don’t want to tempt him, do we?”
His whisper was meant for me only, I knew it.
“Ear plugs, Kev, our lads may be disobedient but they are no dunces, and they could track us with their hearing only.”
I was somewhat happy not to be a dunce, but this is the last I heard from David for a few minutes; he slid the foam pieces softly inside my ear canals and all I could hear was my heart pounding.
There was some motion around us, but indeed there were very little hints as to where they were hiding things. After a while, I felt David’s embrace again. He was behind me again, his thighs touching my hips as he leaned into me to hold me still.
Our blindfolds were removed at the same time. Charles blinked, as I did, from seeing the light again. Then the ear plugs went away, and the noise of my blood circulation faded as I could hear the laughter of the three conspirators.
“These are not difficult to find, but are they going to be motivated enough?”
“It’s basic, and I’m sure both Armand and Charles know what my feet smell like, so there should be no issue knowing which socks are mine and which socks are yours.”
“My contribution is sneakers, so this should be no problem. Maybe our two contestants need some clearing-up on rules?”
I nodded and so did Charles, as it seemed rather vague so far. Socks and sneakers to find in David’s bedroom; but what else? Moving would be slow, so I had to pay attention to the instructions if our wits were solicited too.
“Charles has to spot Kevin’s socks and my blue Converse. Arm aims for Walter’s socks and my black Nike. Next to each of them is a digit. These digits make the code for the combination locks; you string them in the most natural order and you get the combination. Let me get something.”
He picked up a cushion from a nearby armchair and he brought it between us.
“This is the base. Move forward a bit.”
Still on our knees, we both ground our hips and moved forward.
“You touch the base, now we can start. There’s no time limit, at least if you show enough motivation. I’ll add one if I see you loafing. Once you’ve seen all the digits meant for you, you come back and touch base. Then you will get to give us the combination and we check you’re right. First one back with the right combination wins. Was I clear enough?”
I nodded. This was clear and it seemed clear for Charles too; our looks crossed as we heard Kevin chirping a threat.
“I’d say the last one to get back loses, myself,” my brother grinned.
They were pitting us against each other; the forfeit –or the reward for that matter– had not been announced. Yet I didn’t want to know how the three devious minds would find ways to torment me if I lost. Charles’ nostrils were flaring, and there was little doubt that he was as eager as I was not to lose.
Charles remains a mystery to me, as I haven’t been able to discuss his slavery at the hands of my brother since I was myself induced into David’s little secret society.
“You’re right, Kev. Winning this evening is not losing! And I know our boys love to be challenged. Thinking of which… Walt, can you go get the hankies under my pillow. One for each of our contestants.”
“There are three of them, Dave. And they’re all dirty. Man, you must have had a nasty cold.”
“Ugh, Walt, I didn’t use them to blow my nose.”
Walter was perplexed but soon he grinned, picturing exactly which body part had been wiped with them. He pulled one to his nose.
“Yes,” he said in a voice that he wanted manly, “this is some spunk you’ve creamed them with. I’ll take the two smelliest ones.”
He brought his selection to David.
“This will be a filter over your nostrils. You will need to get very close and really get your noses to work.”
David took care of laying the folded hankie over my mouth, where he kept it with the silk scarf that had been my blindfold. The fabric didn’t feel totally dry over my nostrils, and it had gathered semen recently; I definitely could say that from the smell.
He waited for Walter to finish the same job with Charles. A nice bow was knotted over my counterpart’s neck.
“Ready? Steady? Go!”
I exchanged another look with Charles. It had started; we got moving immediately. At first I swung from one side to the next, lifting my knees and pushing forward with my hips; I managed to turn around, so I wouldn’t collide with my competitor. Soon, Charles adopted another technique. He slid to his side, his shoulder coming in contact with the carpeted floor rather harshly. Then he wriggled to get over his belly. I didn’t adopt his position straight away. I could move well like I was. I mean, I didn’t feel Charles had gotten such an advantage over me.
I hopped in my inefficient way along the bed; once I turned the corner at the end, I spotted the shiny black Nike that was mine to discover; twelve feet to the left, there was a sock that I could take a look right after.
As I reached the shoe, I spotted a small piece of paper, on which ‘7’ was inscribed in pencil.
I shifted my course and headed towards the sock. I caught Charles at the other side of the room; a faint happy grunt betrayed his finding something too.
I tried to bend forward so I was close enough to the grey sock. I wish I had been more familiar with Kevin’s wardrobe, which would have allowed me to skip the smelling. There was no chance, though.
I did as Charles had, and let myself down on my left side; I managed well, getting my knees together so I would fall unhampered. There was no shock and I twisted quickly to get on my belly. I soon had my head just above the sock. I feared I wouldn’t smell anything but the smell of the cummy hankie; the footwear’s smell was strong enough, thankfully, and I couldn’t recognize Kevin’s feet. He could surprise me, of course, he had done so a lot recently, but even if he had matured, these were the feet of a less careful and smellier boy.
I’d been lucky and moved around to see the small square of white paper on which a ‘5’ was written. One sock to go and I won.
I turned around, heading towards the desk. Charles was doing so too. There were two socks under the desk, none of which we’d spotted so far. We crawled towards the one that was nearest, and I smelled the one on the right, Charles this on the left, which were the sides we were coming from.
This wasn’t the same colour as the other one, yet it reeked the exact same way. A horny and sweaty pubescent boy. Apparently, Charles was realizing he also had the wrong one. We shifted around to go and sniff the other sock and check our intuitions were founded. It wasn’t easy crawling around each other, with our arms completely motionless and our legs diminished. We went kind of on top of each other, and I got to actually sniff Charles’ body as he glided right, with me going left. My gagged face brushed against his plum behind, which felt great, and didn’t smell bad I should say, and he then caressed my hips with his left thigh; his skin was smooth; this was certainly one of my little brother’s feats.
I didn’t linger on with lustful thoughts towards Charles. I had to win. I aimed at the sock. It was easy indeed, it was the same as before; with the poor light under the desk I hadn’t spotted the exact colour. Once I’d had enough sniffing to know it was Walter’s sock, I looked for the number. I had to shift a bit further to the left. Once I saw ‘4’, it was time to go; Charles had acquired the last bit of information too. He’d already backed away from the desk and he had a foot or two on me. Tensing and undulating to move forward, with the

and encouragements from our captors, I got back close enough. I thought I had the win, but Charles thrusted forward with a vigorous hip motion one last time and his forehead rested on the silk cushion.
“Charles wins the right to offer his solution first. This is a great advantage. Now, Charles, we have no intention to remove your gag. We’re first going to ask you what numbers you found, then you’ll propose a combination. What did you find first? Was it a sock or David’s shoe?”
Charles didn’t reply; Kevin had told him to let the speaker rephrase anything unclear. David caught the misunderstanding.
“Oh, that’s right, yes or no. Was it a sock?”
Charles nodded.
“What number was there? One? Two?”
The interrogation proceeded laboriously; I’d been prodded for answers the same way. The first sock was five, the shoe three and the last sock eight.
Then it was time to try the combination. David got two cases from a desk, with post-it notes reading “Arm” and Charlie”. There were small jewel boxes, each having a combination lock making it private.
The natural order, they’d said? Was it alphabetical? The socks first because they came before the shoes. I soon had Charles’ full answer; he tried from smallest to biggest, with 358. David turned the dials to the matching numbers. It didn’t work.
I heard a gagged gasp behind the thick gag. Charles had played with our tormentors for longer than I had, and no doubt he’d already suffered some nasty retaliation or forfeit when ‘losing’ one of their twisted games.
I don’t know how I came up with the idea, but the words “natural order” seemed to refer to the hierarchy of our captors. David was the leader so his number would come in first, then it should be the smaller number for the first sock and the biggest one for the other one.
Once the whole process got us to the end and I had to try out the combination, I went with 745. My thinking had been a bit twisted, but as I heard the click I refrained from making noise to celebrate my victory. This could bring some backdraft; I waited for the game masters to announce the result.
“Very good, pet,” David praised, “I didn’t think you’d win this one. So, you win the right to play another game, on top of getting the reward for the winner.”
“I’ll get the prize, lads, free his legs and have him stand up.”
David just went for a short tour of his room, starting behind his bed and following my steps, or my itinerary rather. The boys’ nimble fingers undid the knots; my legs snapped to their normal position as soon as the rope was removed. I stretched them and felt great. Now, if they could do my arms…
I had to stand first. My brother and my cousin had grabbed me under the armpits. I lifted my head: I saw my spiked-hair blond friend smiling at me. He was holding the black Nike in one hand. In the other, he held the pair of socks I’d been after, carefully roll so the toes would be outside. David stuffed the roll of stinky socks inside the shoe.
“Your prize, you’ve chased it, after all…”
I tried to move back; Walter and Kevin held me.
“Come on, Arm, don’t make us punish you, let David make you the present.”
I froze. I didn’t want to give them any further ideas. I wanted to get it over with and that they’d focus on Charles. The dark hole came closer to my nose, exhaling its various aromas reminding of a cheese cellar of a changing room after a rainy afternoon of twenty-five teenage boys playing football; depending on how heavily I breathed, the mix varied a bit, but it didn’t change much.
David fit the shoe so my eyes would have some use.
“Duct tape, now, Walt!”
Two turns of grey duct tape wrapped around my head trapped the shoe where it was. I could barely see and I had to endure the strong and manly smell. Sometimes I liked this, but this sort of air-tight plastic shoe allowed for noxious odours to develop.
I couldn’t take it. I shouted in my gag, getting only sniggers in return.
“What an ungrateful player! He wins the big prize and he whines.”
This was Walter. He’d proved already how much he admired the others’ customs, and he went on gleefully.
“Let’s turn our attention to the loser, then.”
Kevin freed Charles’ legs, and Walter gave him a hand to get their prisoner on his feet.
“The consolation prize!”
The Converse was stuffed with my brother’s socks, and I knew it wasn’t as bad as this black vinyl sneaker clinging to my lower face. With our knees hobbled, they took us downstairs.
“Stand here and don’t move, we’ll come and get you when needed.”
We were on the threshold to the kitchen, Charles just in front of me. Our captors started cooking, which consisted in taking out plastic containers from the fridge and sticking them inside the micro-wave oven.
“You’re just letting them there, Dave? I don’t like the way they look at me.”
“Feel free to do something about it.”
Walter grabbed two dish towels hanging near the sink and slid between us. I was blindfolded first, and I felt Walter’s arms tying the towel over Charles’ eyes.
“Good, I hate working with lazy bums watching me!”
“I hear you, Walt. Don’t worry, our guests are going to be of some use.”
We didn’t stay in the dark for long. When the bell of the oven rang, David came to remove our blindfolds.
“I’ll need a hand to take care of theirs.”
The joke got the younger boys’ attention; they didn’t seem to get it.
“Their hands! Yours to take care of theirs!”
The young ones didn’t bother commenting on the lame wordplay; they rushed to us and looked at David freeing my forearms. He first released the strap linking my elbows together; then the knot keeping the whole set of ropes together was untied. It took two more minutes to unwind all the rope keeping my forearms together; when it was done, I didn’t have much time to stretch as David pulled my wrists to the front, allowing Walter to snap a pair of handcuffs.
Kevin saw to Charles’ arms, with Walter jumping in with another pair of handcuffs. Blood flowed in my arms and they felt much better.
“We gave you your hands back but you’d better keep them busy. Come on, lads, set the table so we can eat. Arm, you know where things are, you show your friend.”
I didn’t like being watched working either, but I didn’t have much choice. We gathered plates, glasses and silverware and set the table consciously. The worst part was that the shoes made it difficult to see, so we had to go slow.
“Glad to see we’re welcome,” David said, sitting at the head of the table. The brats followed suit, each on opposite sides of the table. For three only; I knew enough to avoid setting plates for us.
“You may proceed and wait on us, boys,” Kevin said with a very grown-up tone.
I picked the lasagne from the oven and brought the dish to the table. I took a spoon and grabbed the plates, making hefty servings in each and setting them in front of the three diners.
“Your brother needs a little training in his table manners too,” David said. “This is not worthy of a proper waiter. It’s like he’s working at the school cafeteria.”
“Yes, it almost splashed over the table,” my cousin added.
“Next time, you’ll do it properly and bring the plate to each diner, from the right side. And you take plates away from the left. Now, stand back. Stay at attention behind me.”
I posted myself behind David, waiting for him to be done. He turned towards me and pointed to his empty glass. Darn. No water or anything to drink. I did as fast as I could and came back with a pitcher of water.
I started pouring water in David’s glass, when I remembered his strange rule about waiting on people from the left or the right. I was on the right. Yet I was wrong.
“What did I tell you? Are you trying me? This isn’t too smart, you know. Now, you have to get some penalty.”
The others joined his chorus and discussed a possible forfeit. Two ideas finally emerged.
“So, to sum it up, Arm, I’m still going to be super kind to you and give you a choice. Either you share Charles’ punishment or you go back home this moment, not that you don’t have anything to keep you busy there. I bet you have some things to write in your diary.”
I had no inkling to get punished along with Charles. I nodded when he proposed: “Home to write your diary?”
“I’ll walk him back,” Walter offered.
“I’ll go with you, Walt, I’ll show you around the house,” my brother said, “by the way, what is Charles’ punishment?”
“Fifteen swats over his bum. With the flyswatter. If Armand had chosen to share, it would have been eight whacks each.”
I had been foiled again. This wasn’t too bad and now I was condemned to spend the rest of the evening on my own.
The shoe was removed and I was once again turned into a bound bundle with all the tie-up kept invisible under my clothing.
The walk was short, and after I’d peed, Walter and Kevin chained me to my desk chair, with David soon a distant viewer as I heard the bleep that said he had connected and could see my webcam. It wasn’t too bad. I opened my word-processing software.
“Wait, Arm, we didn’t tell you could start! I’m not done.”
Walter approached with the Nike sneaker in hand.
“Oh yes, you love smelling your masters’ feet. Consider yourself lucky to be gagged, because I would have loved to stuff your little mouth with my socks.’
He held the pestilent footwear over my lower face. Kevin had a leather belt that he used to keep it in place.
He checked the webcam, making sure David could see me.
“Work hard, Cinderella, we’re going to the ball.”
They left. And I’ve been there ever since.
It’s now three in the morning. I’m just done and David is on his way to put me to bed.
TBC