The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 09, 2013 1:21 pm

This is something I drew in comic book form some number of years ago, when my art technique was somewhat less polished than it is now. The story is somewhat adult in places, even if the characters are not adult themselves. I will tone this down from the original depiction however. I will however still respond even to any complaints or criticisms, provided such comments are couched in reasonably polite terms.

The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O’Chist

PART ONE: TOM MEETS WAYNE

Hello. My name is Tom. Pleased to meet you.

Uhhh… I bet you’re wondering why I’m all tied up here, and why these other kids are sitting on top of me. Well, believe it or not, I… ummm… asked them to. Yes, I know that sounds a bit strange, but it’s true… so please don’t chase them off or anything. I’m happy just as I am.

Oh, you’d like to hear how I wound up like this? Well, it’s a long story.

It started about ten days ago… at the start of school summer vacation. I was bored because I couldn’t find anyone else to hang out with. Especially anyone my age! How old am I? I’m… ummm… just a wee bit past my fifteenth birthday. Anyway, I’m new to the area, and no one knows me here. It was a hot day, so giving up trying to meet anyone in town I went for a walk in the woods along the stream here where I thought I might take a swim and cool off.

I saw a couple of younger boys – about 10 to 12 years old, I guess – fishing at the stream at one point. They’d been there for quite a while, judging by the number of fish they’d caught already. But it was late in the morning and getting even hotter, and they seemed more interested in taking their catch home than in talking with me, and so I didn’t try to press. Besides, I wanted company at least a bit closer to my own age than they were, though I’m not particularly fussy otherwise. As long as the other person is friendly, I do my best to get along with anyone.

But then further on down the trail I came to a shady spot that looked like a nice place to swim, and saw another boy already there. He looked to be about fifteen or so himself. His hair was a lighter shade of brown than mine. He was about 5 centimeters shy of my own height of 160 cm, but was about my weight (60 kg); the difference caused by his being more muscular than I was. I could see this because his short-sleeved shirt was unbuttoned, and he wore shorts that went only halfway down to his knees. I liked what I saw, and wondered if I could make friends with him.

He was also fishing but, unlike the other boys, apparently had not had any luck. “How are the fish biting today?” I asked him anyway.

“Not too good, I’m afraid,” the boy replied in a good-natured tone as he looked at me curiously. “I’ve been here since dawn. I haven’t caught a darned thing!” He didn’t seem at all upset by that, and sounded quite friendly.

“It’s getting too hot for fishing now anyway, isn’t it?” I asked, perhaps a bit hesitantly.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he replied with a sigh (but grinning) as he suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled it off of himself. “Guess I’ll give up on fishing today and go for a swim. My name is Wayne by the way. You wanna join me for a swim?”

“Well, yeah… sure!” I replied at once; encouraged by his friendly manner. “I’d love to!” I might have said more, but at that moment he was suddenly unbuttoning is shorts and let them drop to the grass without a hint of self-consciousness. He wasn’t naked though; he still wore a set of blue-patterned Speedos… not that these covered up very much. Then, suddenly realizing that I was staring at him… and that he was fully aware of this... I hastily began to undress as well. Fortunately I was also wearing a set of Speedos of a similar color underneath my own clothes, and was able to cover up my embarrassment by pointing out our similar taste in swimwear.

I’m unsure Wayne entirely believed me, but he just let it drop with a laugh, exclaimed “Last one in is a rotten egg!” as he kicked off his sneakers and socks, and immediately waded into the cool stream. By this time, I really needed to cool off myself, and waded into the water after him just as soon as I could kick my own sneakers and socks off.

Wayne waded out until he was about chest-deep in the water and then waited for me to catch up to him. Once I got to within ten feet of him, he suddenly pointed to a tree on the opposite shore – about 200 feet away. “I’ll race you to that white birch tree on the other side,” he challenged me. “I’ll even let you have a head start.”

“You’re on!” I replied happily and began swimming past him. As it happens, I’m a pretty good swimmer, and I was tempted to let him win just to get him into an even better mood. But I didn’t have to let him win; he beat me fair and square. Then he challenged me to another race back to our starting point. This time I tried as hard as I could to win the race, but he still beat me to the other side with half a minute to spare! He waded out of the water and seated himself on a rock and sat there waiting for me as I was still struggling to shift from swimming to wading out.

Watching him watch me wade out of the water to rejoin me suddenly made me shiver. This was not from the cold river water, but from an instinctive sense of anticipation. I suddenly wondered if he was thinking of doing something other than just going swimming with me.

“Well, that was a pretty nice swim, wasn’t it” he asked me as I sat down on the grass beside him and we both began to drip-dry in the hot sun.

“Yeah, it sure was,” I replied with a grin but feeling foolish because I couldn’t think of anything halfway intelligent to say to follow this up with.

“My name’s Wayne Wooster,” my new friend told me after a moment’s pause; and I suddenly realized I’d missed an obvious topic of conversation right there. “What’s yours?”

“Tom,” I replied quickly but feeling like a dope. “Thomas O’Chist.” And then I felt even dopier when I *still* couldn’t think of a clever follow-up, and let the conversation languish again.

“Want to play a game?” Wayne asked suddenly.

“Uhh… what kind of game do you have in mind?” I asked hesitantly as I felt even dopier than ever. All sorts of possibilities occurred to me, but I didn’t dare to express any of them verbally until I had a better idea how receptive he’d be to any of them.

“Any game at all!” Wayne replied casually. “Pick something you like to play, and we’ll play it right now!”

And even with this highly promising opening, I still didn’t dare suggest anything for fear of being totally misunderstood. Instead, I just went “Uhhhh…” and had what must have seemed like an utterly silly expression on my face.

“A shy one, huh?” Wayne continued with a heart-warming smile of evident understanding. “Okay, let me pick a game, and then if you like it you can pick one yourself afterward.”

“Uhhh, okay,” I said with somewhat more confidence.

“The game is called Truth or Dare,” Wayne told me. “Do you know it?”

I was sure I had some idea, but decided it was safest to play dumb (which wasn’t too hard at the moment anyway). “Uh, nope! Wanna explain it to me?” I replied casually.

“Sure, it goes like this,” Wayne began to explain. “I dare you to do something that’s neither difficult nor dangerous… just maybe something you normally wouldn’t do – at least, in front of people. For instance, I can’t dare you to climb a tree and then jump to the ground from the top because that’d be too risky. Nor can I ask you to flap your arms and fly over the pond like a duck, because that of course is impossible. But I *can* ask you to do something that’s merely silly, like sing the National Anthem as best you best while hopping on one foot, or waddle or quack like a duck. Got it so far?”

“Yeah, so far,” I replied mildly.

“If you refuse to do what I dare, you have to answer one question I ask you truthfully and then accept another dare,” Wayne continued. “When you do the dare, then we switch turns and you dare me to do something. Loser is the first one who quits the game. Ready to give it a try?”

That sounded vaguely familiar; like Truth or Consequences except that the dare came first instead of the question. Well, that sounded like it might be interesting, and do I told him to go ahead and challenge me to a dare.

“Okay then… I dare you to feel…” and here he paused dramatically and getting my imagination on overdrive all of a sudden. Then he suddenly lifted up his arm next to me, flexed it like a professional strongman, and continued, “Feel my arm muscle!”

Trying my best not to let on that I was almost expecting something different, I reached out and felt his biceps. They weren’t bad either. They made a nice, firm bulge. It was obvious that Wayne worked out quite a bit to develop muscle tone like that.

Wayne smiled when I suddenly realized I was feeling his arm muscle perhaps a bit longer than either of us intended and caught myself beginning to stroke it. But he didn’t’ say anything when I finally withdrew my hand and he put his arm back down. “Okay, now it’s your turn to dare me,” he reminded me after a moment’s silence.

Suddenly on the spot, I uttered the first thing that popped into my foolish head.

“I dare you to… to flick me hard on the nose with your forefinger!” I told him.

Wayne quirked an eyebrow at me, smiled, and then snickered. “Okay, if that’s what you want! Hold still now!” And with that, he reached out, held his hand just an inch in front of my nose, and flicked his finger out as hard as he could. It felt like I’d been stung by a bee, and I couldn’t quite stifle a yelp of surprise and momentary pain as a result.

“Wow! That smarts!” I told him; but with admiration rather than recrimination. “Man, you can really flick hard!”

“Don’t blame me,” Wayne replied with a cheerful grin. “It was your dare!”

“Oh, I’m not blaming you at all,” I hastily assured him as I was still rubbing the soreness out of my nose. “I asked for it all right! (Whew!)”

“Ready for a new dare then?” Wayne asked me once I’d apparently stopped feeling stung.

“You bet!” I replied with all the eagerness I was feeling.

I had jumped to my feet when my nose had been flicked, so Wayne stood up as well, got right in front of me, and then turned to face directly away from me. “I dare you to give me a nice shoulder rub!” he challenged me as he looked back toward me with a grin.

Fortunately, I had some small experience as a masseuse and proceeded with considerable confidence. Wayne felt so relaxed he soon sat cross-legged on the ground while I knelt behind him and continued to rub his shoulders. He was soon exuding the same kind of contentment a cat or a dog would when petted; in fact he practically purred.

“You’re almost as good at massages as my mom, and she’s a paid professional!” he told me in a quiet, utterly relaxed voice. “Man, if you ever want to work at a massage parlor when you’re a bit older, my mom would probably be glad to hire you.”

“Are you good at giving massages too?” I asked him as I continued to rub his shoulders from behind.

“Well, my mom says I am,” Wayne replied casually. “I give her most her shoulder rubs and massages… at home, anyway. Says I do it way better than dad does!”

“Then I dare you to give me a frontal shoulder rub!” I told him as I finished his massage.

“A frontal rub?” Wayne asked me curiously.

I nodded, smiled, and lay down on my back right beside where he still sat on the grass.

Wayne’s eyebrow quirked again, and so did his smile. “That’s a somewhat awkward angle for me to give you a massage... unless I straddle you.”

“Okay,” I replied with a smile as I closed my eyes.

Somewhat uncertain if he understood me correctly, Wayne got up onto his knees, swung one leg over my prone body, and settled down kneeling on top of my belly. When I merely grinned even more happily and made no protest, Wayne shrugged his own shoulders, leaned down, and began to massage my arms, chest, and shoulders with even more skill than I’d had.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he asked me, although a simultaneous moan of contentment on my part as he asked this answered his question. “Ahhh, yes! Perfect!” I replied with a gusty sigh as I half-opened my eyes again and looked at him with the grin of a Cheshire cat. Not only was I enjoying the massage, but I was enjoying the view of his athletic body on top of mine as well.

“This isn’t exactly an approved massage technique, you know,” Wayne pointed out to me, but he had a smile as deep as mine on his face and he was continuing to massage my upper body with equal parts skills and enthusiasm. Perhaps he wasn’t minding his own view of me either.

“Well, *I* like it!” I assured him sincerely.

“Yeah, I guess I do too,” he replied simply as he continued the massage. Finally he finished, got up off of me, and we sat side by side on the grass once again.

Apparently feeling bolder, Wayne challenged me to a new dare. “I dare you to give me a kiss – right on the lips!” he said to me; emphasizing by pointing to his lips as he said this.

Up to now neither had flunked a dare to answer a question instead.

I didn’t flunk this dare either. We embraced each other tightly and kissed as passionately as any two people you ever saw.

But then I cheated a bit and combined a dare and question at the same time. “I dare you to give me your address and phone number,” I challenged him.

Wayne grabbed a piece of paper and a pen he’d carried in a small backpack with him, hastily jotted down the requested information, and handed it to me… giving a second passionate kiss at the very same time. “Here they are… and I dare you to give me yours!”

I borrowed his pen and another slip of paper and gave him the return information… along with another kiss for good measure.

“So, do you want to continue Truth or Dare?” Wayne asked me as we finally came up for air. “Or do you want to try some new game of your own choice instead?”

I wanted to suggest we just continue on with what we were just doing and maybe explore other possibilities – and each other – a bit further. But then a new idea hit me… something I’d wanted to do with someone for a long time now.

“Hmmm… are you willing to play Simon says for a while?” I asked him. Letting me be Simon, of course.”

Wayne sat back and looked at me with an amused (and perhaps puzzled) grin. “Hmm… I’m curious to see where this will lead,” he replied after a moment’s thought. “Okay Simon… say something.”

Hoping I wasn’t blowing a good thing from the outset, I went for broke. “Simon says, fetch my backpack and take out the coil of clothesline that’s inside of it.”

Wayne quirked his eyebrow yet again (apparently a frequent habit of his). “That sounds a bit kinky,” he said to me with a grin but hastened to comply with my request. He came back with the rope and stood in front of me to hand it to me. But instead of holding my hands out, I turned my back to him and crossed my wrists behind my back.

“Now Simon says to tie my hands behind my back – good and tight!” I said next.

I heard a small sigh of relief; apparently Wayne had momentarily believed *he* was the one who might get tied up. As if making sure I didn’t change my mind, he began to tie my wrists together behind my back with alacrity and skill. Within moments, I felt the familiar and comforting sensation of those ropes tying my wrists securely and tightly behind my back.

When Wayne was finished, I walked casually over to a nearby birch sapling I had previously chosen for m next step, sat down in front of it, and spread my ankles to either side of it. “Simon says: tie my feet together and to this tree.”

Wayne dug out a second coil of rope he found in my backpack, knelt down in front of my bare feet, and proceeded to wind the rope securely around them. “Of course you realize that once I finish doing this, I could do any mean or nasty thing I can think of to you!” Wayne said to me with a smile of warning rather than of threat. “I could do anything – whether Simon says to or not – and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it! What do you think of that, Simon?”

I pretended to think about it for a moment. “Simon says… feel free to indulge your imagination!” I replied with a grin and a wink.

Wayne finished tying my feet – and doing an excellent job of it too – and stood up. “Any more orders, Simon? Or shall I just wing it from here?”

“Just one more thing, please,” I requested. “Simon says… sit on my belly!”

Perhaps expecting a somewhat different request, Wayne nonetheless walked up to me, faced away from me, and gently seated himself facing sideways down on my stomach.

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby xtc » Sun Jun 09, 2013 2:18 pm

Good start. I think you will be wise to keep activities on the "mild" side.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:50 pm

xtc wrote:Good start. I think you will be wise to keep activities on the "mild" side.

I plan to... definitely a LOT milder than I originally wrote it with no intention of EVER showing it to anyone (which literally unfetters the imagination). But here I intend to try to balance it between an ordinary TUG experience and something that might get me banned. It'll be milder than some of my other stories based on my graphic novels, but still somewhat 'spicier' than stories such as "What's a Prisoner Among Friends?" without, I hope, upsetting or offending anyone.
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Jun 12, 2013 10:47 am

PART TWO: CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE NICE KIND

“Is this what you meant?” Wayne asked as he settled all of his body weight down on me.

“Uh huh, only…” I replied a bit hesitantly, “could you turn your body to face me?”

Wayne turned his body without lifting himself up more than minimally, swung one leg around over my head to the other side of me, and settled down on my belly with one bare foot to either side of my head. “How’s this then?” he asked me with a patient smile.

“Oh yes, that’s quite nice! Thank you!” I replied sincerely as I admired the close-up view of the well-tanned, athletic body that was right before my eyes.

“You know,” Wayne ventured when it became evident that no further requests from me were forthcoming, “I was expecting you to request something just a little more… well, intimate! I mean, what do you get out of being tied up and sat upon?”

I momentarily considered telling him the truth about that, but quickly changed my mind. I’d tried telling other potential friends before, and at best they thought I was crazy… and it was often even worse when they *did* believe my story. “It’s hard to explain,” I finally said; which was definitely an understatement but at least truthful.

“Try!” Wayne insisted as he settled into a more relaxed pose.

“I just like it, that’s all!” I replied evasively but still truthfully. “But please… feel free to do whatever else you were thinking or want to do with me too – as long as you don’t mind making all the moves with a rather passive partner.”

“You mean you want me to be in full control the whole time?” Wayne asked carefully. “What if I want to do something you don’t like?”

“Do it anyway!” I replied cheerfully and without hesitation. “I know what they say these days – it’s wrong to do hurt people and all that. But the risk is much of the fun for me. And besides…”
And here my face broke out into a wide and undoubtedly silly grin, “the chances of you doing something to me I *won’t* like are pretty slim!”

Wayne looked at me thoughtfully; perhaps wondering if I referred to his likelihood of doing anything even remotely outrageous or my ability to take what he could dish out (actually I meant both; I was already confident that Wayne was no sadist – at last, not without the proper encouragement). Then he shifted forward slightly, tucked his feet in underneath him, and settled down into a kneeling position with his knees starting to grind down into my shoulders. “Really?” he asked as if responding to a challenge – which, in a sense, he actually was. “What if I simply started to slap you around? Would you like that?” And at the same time he raised his hands as if ready to slap me in the face with both hands.

“Well, that’ll do for a start,” I replied as happily as a kid offered free candy. “But I hope you’ll use more of your imagination after a while!”

Quirking his eyebrow in that cute way he has, Wayne smiled at me and then slapped me in the face several times, alternating hands so that both arms were continually in motion. Left, right, left, right, slap, slap, slap! My face was stinging quite a bit when he finally paused to check my reaction.

“Well, you don’t hit *quite* like a girl,” I told him with a slight taunt in my voice. “But you can do better than that, can’t you?”

“Being with you is going to be even more fun than I’d originally thought,” Wayne told me as he resumed slapping my face – harder and faster than before. The palms of his hands were turning a bright red – and I am sure the sides of my face were as well.

Despite this, I asked, “Can you slap me even harder?”

“How about if I just belt you instead?” Wayne replied with mock threat as he paused and doubled his fists.

“Okay!” I replied cheerfully.

Wayne looked at me in disbelief. Then, seeing I was quite serious, he began to wallop me in the face – although, I am sure, not as hard as he could have had he really tried. He was still afraid of hurting me at that point and had no conception that this was all but impossible in any but the most transitory and – for me anyway – pleasurable way.

Wayne paused after a bit - more out of concern for me than because his arms were tired already – and looked at my face closely. Though my face was beet-red by now (at least, so he told me), he saw no sign of any bruising or other injury. “You okay so far?” he asked me finally.

“Sure!” I replied with cheerful conviction.

“Want me to keep going?” he asked with somewhat more confidence.

“You bet!” I assured him whole-heartedly.

But instead of resuming hitting me, Wayne sat up again so that the bottoms of his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He then raised his body off me a few inches – and then plopped back down on my belly about as hard as he could. He got up again and repeated the procedure; soon adopting a quick, regular up and down rhythm as be bounced hard on my stomach. I went “Oof!” with each impact but otherwise showed no indication of discomfort and certainly none of an objection to this.

“How do you like my belly bounce?” Wayne asked me as he slowly but steadily began bouncing even harder and faster.

“You make an excellent bouncer!” I told him amid several incoherent grunts.

He finally tired after a couple of minutes of this, stood up over me, and then placed his left foot on my chest. Seeing no objection from me, he placed all his weight down on that foot, lifted up the other, and then set it down beside the other so that he was standing with his full weight on top of me. He began scrunching up his toes into my skin, and started to take a couple of steps back and forth or walking in place on my belly and chest. He held his arms out to his sides like a tightrope walker performing his act, but I kept still rather than trying to shake him off.

“I call this the belly walk!” he told me simply.

“I can hardly wait to see your belly dance, then!” I replied with as much laughter as I could manage; which wasn’t much under the circumstances because he was constantly squishing the air right out of me tromping on my stomach and my lungs!

In response he planted one foot down on my face as well, but didn’t put too much weight on it.
Then, as if changing his mind about what he was going to do, he started tromping on my belly and chest considerably harder than before – almost literally jumping on me like a trampoline at one point. This might’ve hurt any other boy my size, but I’m… well, I’m a little tougher than the average boy, I guess. By the time he stopped to rest – plopping back down to a sitting position on my chest – the front of my body was also beet red but otherwise showed no signs of bruising from the evident ordeal.

“Are you ready for the main event now?” Wayne asked me with a tired but cheerful grin, “or do you want some more foreplay first?”

“I’m ready for anything, Wayne!” I assured him.

“Fine,” Wayne replied as he stood up, pulled off his speedos, turned to face me, and straddled my chest with my chin almost touching his naked groin. “Give me a BJ! And when you’ve finished, I’ll give you one back if you like.”

That was definitely an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Hmmm… it occurs to me that with all these kids around it wouldn’t really do to describe things in too much detail, so pardon me if I use some analogies for a bit. Maybe if we can talk alone together sometime in the PM I can describe what happened in more detail and in a more satisfying way.

So Wayne… ummm… guided his missile into the silo, where it was warmly received. But as soon as it docked, certain manipulations on my part began to warm things up.

Wayne began to moan in ecstasy. I was having a pretty good time myself.

The missile threatened to explode inside the silo, and Wayne tried to pull out before it fired. But I held on as best as I could unassisted by my hands and awaited the inevitable explosion.

“Oh my GAWD!” Wayne exclaimed as he fired all thrusters.

Wayne finally managed to pull out and sank backward; still sitting on top of me. “Holy ****! That was awesome!!!” he told me once he could make himself coherent again.

“You said a mouthful!” I said with a grin as I swallowed my dessert.

“How do you want to do part two?” he asked me once we had cleaned off. “Do you want us to switch places?” From the sound of his voice I gathered he’d be willing to do it if I asked, but that it would not be his personal preference.

“Not unless you insist on it,” I told him. “Otherwise, I’d rather have you sit on my face while you (pull a boner).”

“Sounds fine to me as long as that’s what you really want,” Wayne told me with obvious relief as he turned his body around and prepared to lower himself back down. “Just let me know if you have trouble breathing or anything.”

It probably wasn’t too easy or comfortable for Wayne to do the requested task while keeping his full weight pressed down upon my face. But being both good-natured and athletic, he managed to keep up with the new massage for over ten minutes. Of course, we could both have finished the job much faster, but neither of us was in any hurry until the strain on Wayne’s thighs and knees began to get too much. As long as he let me come up for air for a few seconds every minute or so, I was fine too.

Finally I shot up my own skyrockets. They ascended quite a distance I’m told.

Well, after Wayne patiently cleaned up the mess a second time we simply relaxed and talked with each other for another hour or two; enjoying each other’s company. Oh, Wayne could’ve gotten off me and untied me any time I wanted him to… but I *didn’t* want him to. I loved being tied up while Wayne continued to sit on my belly or chest (or sometimes even my face) wearing only the clothes he was born with. Wayne seemed to enjoy it himself, especially when he spiced things up with a few nipple twists or other similar minor tortures.

All good things must come to an end though. It was getting late, and Wayne had to go home, and so eventually he got up, put his speedos back on, and untied me. But before we had to go our separate ways, we had another relaxing swim together. We agreed to meet at the same spot the next day at noon (the same time of day it’d been when we met), and call the other on the phone if we couldn’t make the rendezvous.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the way home, Wayne lost the phone number and address that I had given him… which led to a strange set of circumstances.

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby alebcay » Sat Jun 15, 2013 2:08 pm

That's the most creative analogy...erm...that I've heard used for this in a while... :big:

Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:16 pm

alebcay wrote:That's the most creative analogy...erm...that I've heard used for this in a while... :big:

I wanted to describe the scene in somewhat more interesting terms, but decided that even posted in this section too many people were too likely to make a fuss about describing such things where younger readers could read it... never mind that i was already writing stories with such intimate details when I was still younger than the two characters I've described so far.

PART 3 - TOM MEETS NATHAN

The trouble started that evening.

Wayne learned from his parents that all three of them were going on a trip to Maine the very next morning to visit his ailing grandmother. Worse still, he was expected to stay with his her for an entire week to help out around the house. Being a conscientious boy, Wayne normally wouldn’t have minded, but this was just such incredibly bad timing that he felt it necessary to plead for a delay. But his parents were adamant, and seeing no point making them angry at him he soon desisted in trying to change their minds.

There was no way out of it. As he wished to continue seeing me once he got back, Wayne was anxious to keep me from thinking I’d been snubbed. He decided to contact me at once to make a change in our rendezvous plans. And that’s when he discovered he’d lost my phone number.

Dismay turned to horror as he vainly searched all around for the lost slip of paper. He was sure that when he failed to show up for the next day – or any time for the following week afterward – That he’d never get to see me or play our games with me ever again. He just had to get a warning out to me somehow, so that I wouldn’t give up on him… but how?

It was dark outside by this time, and the rendezvous spot was miles away. There was no way his parents would let him go back there now to leave a message at the spot… even assuming he could find his way to the precise location blundering around in the dark of a moonless night!

Eventually he hit upon the idea of having one of his local friends relay the message to me. But how could he do so without giving away the secret of what he and I had been doing together? He didn’t want anyone to know about that – not just his parents. After more careful thought, he wrote out a message in which no intimate details were mentioned… just that he wanted to come but that unforeseen circumstances forced him to stay away for another week. Those details he didn’t mind describing, and hopefully I would understand.

Due to a lack of time, as he had to leave early in the morning, Wayne was forced to rely on the help of the local paperboy; 14-year-old Nathan Dane. Fortunately, Nathan kept to a regular schedule and Wayne knew almost to the minute when he’d come by delivering their own newspaper. In addition, he’d been tasked with the job of telling Nathan not to deliver their paper for the next week while they were away, so there would be no suspicions from anyone in talking with him.

Wayne managed to intercept Nathan just as he was riding up on his bicycle to toss the morning paper onto their front porch. Nathan was short (being only 5’ 1” or 152 cm in height), slender but wiry (weighing a mere 90 pounds or 40 kg), and so cute-faced for his age that he looked more like he was 12 than 14. He had medium length curly blond hair and, like both Wayne and myself, blue eyes. Luckily he had a friendly and trustworthy disposition, and Wayne already knew him well enough to entrust him with the important task of passing a message on to me.

Even so, just to ensure that the mission would be accomplished, Wayne decided to offer him an extra incentive… ten bucks… which immediately attracted Nathan’s interest. Five dollars now, five dollars when Wayne came back and was satisfied that I had actually gotten the message the same day. Feeling that it would be the easiest ten dollars he’d ever made, Nathan readily agreed – especially as he knew the area described and had to go fairly close to it anyway.

Nathan continued his paper deliveries as usual and then rode to the spot Wayne had carefully described to him. He thought of going for a swim when he arrived, as it was a hot day, he’d been riding his bike delivering papers for hours, and he was hours early for the rendezvous. Despite this last, when he arrived he found me already waiting there.

Wayne had described me fairly well, but Nathan – being a cautious boy by nature – wasn’t fully convinced. Still, when I greeted him cheerfully, he came closer. “I have a message for someone who was supposed to meet someone else here.” Nathan told me at once.

“Sounds like me,” I told him with a bit of concern; had something gone wrong?

But Nathan was still uncertain. “Ummm… just so I can be sure you’re the right one, could you tell me your name, and the name of the one you’re waiting for?”

Not being even remotely as suspicious as Nathan was, I replied, “I’m Tom, and I’m waiting for Wayne.”

“Sounds good enough for me,” Nathan decided finally as he came right up to me and dug a note out of a pants pocket where it had been carefully stored. “Here’s your message.”

Still straddling his bicycle, Nathan stood there and watched as I read the message. “Aww, he’s gonna be away for a whole week? Nuts!” I said out loud with some disappointment.

“Yeah, his parents asked to have their paper delivery stopped for the same period of time,” Nathan verified for me, though I’d had no doubt Wayne’s note had told me the truth (I’m a very trusting sort, as you will see). “Have you known him very long?”

“Na, we just met yesterday,” I relied casually as I stuffed the note in my own pocket and looked up at him.

“What were you two going to do?” Nathan asked with a smile of curiosity.

Now it was *my* turn to be cautious! Stuff like that wasn’t’ just casually shared with someone I had just met! Not that I was worried what this new kid thought of me, but I didn’t want to say anything that could potentially embarrass Wayne to someone he obviously already knew. “Um… just goof around!” I replied with a hesitation that’s quite unusual for me. “We were going to go swimming… do some wrestling… that sort of thing!”

“Really?’ Nathan replied with a level of enthusiasm that I hadn’t expected. “I *love* wrestling! If you like, I’ll wrestle with you myself!”


I looked this smaller, slender boy over with new interest. “Uhhh… sure, that’d be cool,” I replied sincerely. “But I must outweigh you by about 30 pounds!” Silently I estimated that it was more like fifty pounds, but it was really just over forty.

“Don’t let that bother you,” Nathan replied cheerfully as he go off his bike and began peeling off his sweat-soaked shirt… revealing a wiry but pleasing-to-the-eyes (or at least MY eyes) torso underneath. “Wayne’s the same size you are, and I can pin *him* easily! I’m in the school wrestling team, and I can pin anyone your size or even bigger!” he boasted proudly.

“Cool!” I replied with an enthusiasm that matched his as I began to remove my own shirt. I liked his eagerness to wrestle me; not that I had any plans whatsoever to try to disabuse him of any notion of whether or not he could out-wrestle me. I didn’t care if he could or not. Regardless of his own wrestling skills, his easy victory was already a foregone conclusion!

As it turned out, Nathan wasn’t just boasting idly. He was able to pin me down quite easily; not that I tried very hard to keep him from doing so. I put on an act of struggling for his benefit of course, but to be fair he probably could have pinned me down eventually even if I had tried just as hard as I could. Though I was larger, he was in much better physical trim than I was so that he was almost as strong as me and definitely had a lot more stamina and energy.

After working up a sweat wrestling for a while, Nathan and I went for a swim. He had brought along a set of speedos to wear, as he’d planned to go swimming (albeit at a different location before Wayne recruited him as a messenger) later when he set out on his paper route. Then, while we were both still dripping wet and he was still wearing only his speedos (and I the same set of short I’d already been wearing), I convinced him to wrestle with me some more. Naturally, he won yet again.

“Are you any good at tying knots?” I asked Nathan casually as he let me up again and we sat side by side on the grass near the stream.

“Sure,” Nathan replied; feeling perfectly comfortable around me by then. “I earned a merit badge in my boy scout troop for tying knots long ago. Why?”

“Well, I have a neat escape trick I was going to show Wayne. I’d like to show it to you too,” I replied carefully; not wishing to appear TOO eager, “and it’ll be all the more impressive if you can do a good job tying me up! If you can tie me up well enough so that I can’t escape, I’ll give you a quarter for every minute it takes me to get loose! Want to give it a try?”

“Sure! That sounds neat!” Nathan replied eagerly; suddenly sensing a windfall of easy money. “I just hope you’ve got lots of quarters! You’ll need ‘em after *I’ve* tied you up!”

Music to my ears, I thought to myself as I walked to my backpack and pulled out two coils of new clothesline… each 100 feet (about 30 meters) in length.

“Any special way you want me to tie you?” Nathan asked me with a nonchalant grin as I handed the rope to him.

“Nope!” I told him cheerfully. “Feel free to use your imagination… and all the rope you want!” I pointed to my backpack, where other unused coils of clothesline were plainly visible.

“Why do you have so much rope with you?” Nathan asked with idle curiosity as he uncoiled one of the lengths of rope I’d handed him and prepared to tie my hands behind my back.

“Just in case Wayne was interested in trying my rope escape trick!” I replied truthfully.

Nathan went to work in tying my hands behind my back… and, as he claimed, was doing an excellent job of it too.

“Am I tying you too tight?” he asked at one point as he cinched the ropes tight with a mighty tug for a boy with such slender arms.

“Don’t worry about that!” I assured him happily. “I want you to make the ropes just as tight and secure as you possibly can… just as if you were going to keep me tied up forever!”

“How do you know I won’t keep you tied up?” he asked with disarming casualness; unaware of the thrill of excitement his innocent question aroused within me as he finished tying my wrists and started on my ankles. “If you can’t get yourself loose, I might decide that it’d be pretty funny struggle to get loose, and listen to you beg me to untie you while I leave you tied up here!”

Privately thinking that *I* would think that was pretty funny too, I simply replied, “You look like too nice a kid to do that,” I said; wishing I didn’t actually believe what I was saying.

“Looks can be deceiving!” Nathan replied with a mischievous grin as he finished tying my ankles and tied a connecting rope between my wrists and ankles to put me into a hog-tie.

“I’ll take my chances!” I asserted with perfect equanimity; hoping against hope that he might turn out to be just as mischievous in this regard as he was implying.

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby xtc » Wed Jun 19, 2013 1:08 pm

Are these new pics or the original ones?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Jun 19, 2013 8:52 pm

xtc wrote:Are these new pics or the original ones?

Original ones touched up a trifle to eliminate the worst flaws; that's why the style is so different from the more recent stuff you've been seeing in our collaborations.
I drew this picture originally roughly six or seven years ago, I believe...though the characters are taken from self-made templates that are years older even than that.
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:48 am

PART FOUR - THE BET


“Well, it’s too late now if you’ve changed your mind!” Nathan told me with a cheerful grin as he yanked a cinch tight with a tug of his arm. “I’m finished!”

And indeed he was. The hog-tie he’d put me into was a nicely tight one. A little experimental squirming assured me that I was indeed his prisoner until he or someone else freed me. Therefore I was as happy as a clam and, undoubtedly, grinned like an idiot.

“Ready to start trying to escape?” Nathan asked me as he continued crouching just behind me.

“Just one more thing,” I replied casually as I rolled onto my back. “I’d like you to sit right on top of me… ummm, just to make it even harder for me to free myself.”

This was dubious logic at best I suppose, but Nathan seemed to have no problem with it. Without any hesitation, he stood up, walked beside me, and then sat down on my belly facing sideways just as Wayne had originally done the day before. Nathan was considerably smaller and lighter than Wayne was though, so his weight on top of me seemed almost unnoticeable. His body and speedos were still pretty we from our recent swim as well, but the coolness of this on such a hot day added to the comfort for me rather than detracted from it.

“Is this what you had in mind?” Nathan asked me with a grin as he tucked his knees up close to his chest and wrapped his slender arms around them.

“Yep! This is perfect!” I assured him quite truthfully.

“Okay, then the meter’s running…” he told me as he took a quick glance at his cell phone to check the time. “You owe me a quarter for each minute it takes you to untie yourself, starting…” he watched his cell phone, apparently giving me the benefit of a free partial minute; “NOW!”

“Okay,” I replied as I made a rather insincere pretense of trying to get myself loose. Even had I tried I probably couldn’t have freed myself in any reasonable time-frame, and I didn’t really want to free myself anyway. “Looks like this may take me a while though…” I continued a bit lamely as I went through the motions of trying to get loose.

Nathan just sat there; apparently quite comfortable where he was, and looked at me mildly as I continued pretending I was trying to get loose.

“You did a pretty good job!” I told him with a grin. “I hope you’re nice and comfortable in the meantime!”

“I’m more comfortable than you probably are right now!” he replied with a quirky grin.

He didn’t know me very well yet, but I saw no reason to debate him about it. I simply continued my pretense of trying to get my hands free.

“It’s been five minutes now,” Nathan pointed out to me as he glanced at his cell phone, “and you don’t look like you’re making any progress at all!”

“Don’t worry about me, Nate! Everything is going just fine!” I assured him in all honesty.

Nathan waited patiently and silently for another few minutes, checked his cell phone again, and then rotated his trim young body ninety degrees to face me directly. “It’s been ten minutes now,” he pointed out as he planted his feet to either side of my head and rested his forearms on his thighs. “Ready to give up now?”

“Heck no!” I insisted as I resisted the impulse to stare at his speedos but looked up into his eyes. “I’ll never give up!” And wasn’t that the truth!!!

“Okay… fine by me!” he assured me as he leaned back and rested his wiry body against my legs; using my thighs as a backrest. “Just remember that you owe me $2.50 already and the debt is growing by the minute.”

Another ten minutes passed; by which time both our bodies had dried in the warm air (despite us both being well in the shade of the nearby trees) except where his rested upon mine.

“Would you like me to get off of you to make it easier for you to get loose?” Nathan asked me calmly when it was obvious I wasn’t even trying to get myself loose anymore.

“NO!” I exclaimed suddenly. Then, after a brief pause, I continued more calmly, “No, I’m fine just as you are! Honest!” I resumed making a show of trying to free myself.

Ten more minutes passed, and a noticeably bored Nathan was starting to lose his good-natured patience. “Why don’t you just admit defeat now, Tom?” he asked me as he shifted his body weight again and moved up onto my chest. “I’ve been sitting on you for thirty minutes now, and you haven’t even gotten one little bit loose. You’ll NEVER get loose until I untie you!”

“I’m not ready to admit defeat yet,” I declared honestly. And this was true. I wanted him to keep me tied up and keep sitting on me for as long as I could persuade him to.

Another ten minutes passed and Nate spoke up again. “Tell you what,” he said with noticeably greater annoyance. “You admit defeat, gimme the $10 you owe me now, and I’ll untie you right now. Otherwise, you’re just gonna wind up owing me more and more money.”

I could easily live with that, but I was afraid that his patience with me was already wearing too thin. “Nope!” I said flatly but with a smile. “But if YOU want to give up now, then you can untie me and I won’t owe you one red cent!”

I didn’t expect him to take me upon this ridiculous counter-offer; in fact, I fervently hoped he would not. Nor did he.

“What?!?” he growled in some irritation. “Why should *I* give up?! I’m winning this silly bet of yours, for crying out loud! I’m gaining a quarter every minute this goes on!”

“But I’m too stubborn to admit that I’m losing!” I countered; truthfully, as my real plan seemed to be working like a charm. “Look, would it bother you to keep sitting on me if you keep earning a quarter every minute?”

Nathan paused in thought, and his look of annoyance faded considerably. “Well, no, I guess not!” he finally admitted more calmly with a shrug of his shoulders. “I can keep this up all day if I have to! The question is: can you do the same?”

“Sure!” I replied cheerfully and honestly.

“I don’t think you get what I mean,” he replied as he shifted his pose so that he was down on one knee (with his hand on the same side resting upon it) and his elbow resting on his other, upturned knee. “If we keep this up, you’re gonna owe me $15 in another fifteen minutes or so, and about $100 if we keep this up until suppertime! Do you even have that much money with you?!”

“Sure I do!” I replied serenely. “You don’ think I’d welsh on our bet, do you?”

“You’d better not go back on our bet, or I’ll just beat the crap out of you and leave you tied up out here!” he warned me sternly.

Well, that sounded so promising I might have been tempted to declare a default after all just to see if he’d really do it. But I have a code of honor about such things. Never cheat anyone and, if I can avoid it, never make them truly mad at me. Besides which, Nate’s suspicious nature got the better of him a moment later and he continued, “Come to think of it, you’d better prove to me that you have the money now, or I’ll just leave you here to untie yourself anyway.”

I had no objection to the last part happening eventually, but I definitely didn’t want Nathan to leave so soon. I especially did not want this while he was in a suspicious mood that would be sure to bloom into an active dislike for me that I’d find intolerable. Furthermore, I wanted to keep seeing him – and to win his respect and friendship besides.

“Okay,” I told him with a tone that emphasized that I understood his suspicions and found them perfectly reasonable. “Just check the small front pouch of my backpack over there.”

As it happened, my backpack was so close that Nathan was able to reach out and pull it over to himself without even getting up off of me. Then, resting on my belly in a squat, he opened the pouch I had indicated. His suspicious look melted off his face at once; to be replaced by a look of mingled surprise and amusement.

“Holy cow!” he exclaimed as he pulled out a wad of dollar bills of mixed denominations from singles to twenties. “You must have over $200 in here!”

“Satisfied now that I’ve got enough money to pay you off even if it takes me all day to get loose?” I asked gently and definitely with no hint of any recrimination (which I hadn’t felt anyway).

“Shoot, yeah!” Nate replied blankly; staring at the money for a few moments before slowly putting it back into my backpack and pushing it away from him again. He looked at me more apologetically. “I –I’m sorry I didn’t trust your word. I hope you’re not sore at me!”

“Nah! You had a right to make sure you weren’t being ripped off!” I replied sincerely.

“Speaking of rip-offs,” he continued hesitantly, “how do you know I won’t just take all the money and run – and leave you tied up here? After all, you wouldn’t be able to stop me if I did that!”

The loss of the money wouldn’t have bothered me a fraction as much as the disappointment in not having won a new friend I could trust. Money isn’t at all important to me; but I didn’t tell him that. Instead, I said, “I think I can trust you to play fair. Besides, you can earn all that money and more and maybe have some fun besides.”

“How?” Nathan asked with a quirk of his eyebrow that resembled Wayne’s. “By continuing to sit on you while you struggle - uselessly - to untie yourself?”

“Well, don’t you find it fun to tie someone up and then sit on him?” I asked rather hopefully.

“Sure, I guess,” Nathan replied with another shrug of his lanky shoulders. “But… well, it’s gonna be kind of boring just sitting on you all day. I should think it’d be even worse for you!”

“Well, how would you like to liven things up a little bit, and earn all that money you saw in my backpack in just one day?” I asked him.

“Hmmm… tell me more!” he replied with renewed interest.

“Well, how would you feel about torturing me?” I asked tentatively.

TBC
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I must say...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Jun 23, 2013 6:39 pm

...Thomas has some interesting friends! And...I rather wish I'd had friends as trustworthy as the ones he has. Nathan's an "okay" kind of guy to pass up an easy heist like this last chapter! Looking forward to more, good sir... :D
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Re: I must say...

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jun 24, 2013 2:52 pm

Mister Mistoffelees wrote:...Thomas has some interesting friends! And...I rather wish I'd had friends as trustworthy as the ones he has. Nathan's an "okay" kind of guy to pass up an easy heist like this last chapter! Looking forward to more, good sir... :D

Thank you, Mr. Mistoffelees. I hope I don't disappoint.

PART FIVE - TENDER TORTURE

“I must’ve heard you wrong,” Nathan retorted as he pointedly stuck a finger in his ear and pretended to dig as if trying to force wax out of it. “You want me to do what?!?”

“Actually, this is a new type of wager!” I told him cheerfully. “If you can make me beg you to untie me before you go home today, I’ll give you that entire roll of money you saw. If you fail, I win back all the money you’ve earned from our first bet. Interested?”

Nathan was obviously interested but was thinking it over carefully; undoubtedly suspecting a trick or catch of some kind. “Hmmm… maybe,” he replied hesitantly. “But first you’d better spell out what I can or cannot do before I decide!”

“It’s simple enough,” I replied casually; genuinely wishing to make this as easy for him as possible since money means absolutely nothing to me because I’m… well, I’ll explain why a little later. “You can’t simply take off and leave me alone here – except of course for a few minutes at a time to go relieve yourself or whatever. You can do to me whatever you want to. Slap me. Punch me. Make me eat grass. Beat me up. Do whatever you like that you have the willingness to do – short of causing me any permanent injury, anyway. All you have to do to make me ask you to stop, and you win all the money!”

“Huh? That’s it?” Nathan asked; still naturally suspicious as he shifted to a kneeling position on my chest. His kneecaps were only a few inches from my scalp on either side of my head, and the warm, still-slightly-wet skin of his smooth, lean thighs pressed lightly against my lower face; it felt wonderful! “Aw, there must be a catch to it somewhere. This sounds way too easy!”

“No catch!” I assured him, though this wasn’t quite true. The catch is that I’m a lot harder to hurt than I look because, well… never mind why for now. You wouldn’t believe me now if I told you, any more than Nathan would have believed me at the time. In any case, it wasn’t really a lie; he could make me beg for mercy if he was sufficiently cruel enough – but unless he was a modern-day Marquis de Sade or Vlad the Impaler this wasn’t terribly likely. In any case, I only planned to take advantage of the situation to get Nathan to put out his best effort to torture me; the money didn’t matter to me at all and I planned to give it to him anyway at the end of the day - provided he really tried his best to torture me in the meantime.

“Just treat me the way you would as if I really had tried to welsh on our first bet!” I suggested to him when Nathan still seemed doubtful if I really meant what I said.

“You’re saying I can beat you up all I want for six whole hours, with you unable to do anything to defend yourself or fight back, and I only have to make you ask me to stop just once to win?” Nathan asked me with evident disbelief.

“That’s it!” I assured him with a wide grin.

He shook his head as if he was certain I was either crazy or trying to trick him in some way. I guess at his tender age he wasn’t familiar with the concept of masochism yet, but he’d soon learn. “I still don’t get it!” he told me with mingled puzzlement and amusement. “It sounds like a no-win situation for you! What do you get out of this idea? Either you lose all your money, or I sit on you and torture you for several hours!”

He couldn’t grasp that I found just the mention of it from his voice so delightful! I doubted I could explain this to him in a way he could grasp in any reasonable time frame, so I fudged the truth a bit. “Because it’s fun to be tough!” I told him; even though with my face I didn’t look all that tough at all. “Don’t you think it’ll be fun to try to prove me wrong?” I added in as cajoling a fashion as I could manage without sounding like I was begging for it – even though in a sense that was precisely what I was doing.

“You must be a really stupid and stubborn bastard then,” Nathan told me; his voice sounding more of admiration than disparagement however. “But if that’s what you really want, it’s a bet!”

Nathan shifted himself backward onto my tummy, raising his knees up to a squatting position at the same time. “This won’t take long at all!” he told me cheerfully as he then proceeded to bounce up and down on my belly as if it were made of soft rubber.

“(Umph!) That (oof!) was one (oof!) of Wayne’s (unh!) original (unh!) moves (umph!) too!” I managed to tell Nathan. It was hard to get out more than a word or two between grunts as each of his impacts on my belly drove quite a bit of air out of me, but I managed to make myself understood – at least, after several attempts. He kept bouncing on me rather than pause to let me talk so this one sentence took a minute or so, but this was perfectly fine with me.

“What?” Nathan exclaimed; pausing in his bouncing only for a second before resuming at a harder and faster pace. “You mean Wayne was doing this to you too?” His own voice was now interspersed with grunts at each impact on my gut, though not as loudly as mine were.

“Just for a while,” I replied casually (I’m leaving out all the grunts and noises I made as I tried to talk, as he was still bouncing on me). “Then we moved on to… uhh, something else you probably wouldn’t be interested in…” I continued cautiously. Not that I would mind Nathan doing the same things Wayne had, but I wasn’t sure he was ready or willing to go in that direction. “Anyway, I’m hoping you won’t give up on tormenting me as easily as he did.” I finished; implicitly challenging him to do his worst.

The light suddenly clicked on inside Nathan’s head, but to my relief he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Wait a minute! You actually get off on this, don’t you?” he asked me as if accusing me of liking to torture puppies, but curiously rather than with any kind of recrimination.

I managed a sigh that quickly got cut short by a grunt as Nathan continued to bounce on me. “I suppose I had to admit to that sooner or later,” I replied reluctantly. I’m what is known as a masochist. I like it when other boys more or less my age inflict pain and humiliation on me. Does that bother you?”

The fact that he was still bouncing on me as hard as ever seemed to already answer my question, but I wanted to be sure.

“Uhh… it depends!” Nathan stated carefully. “Are you gonna want to do the same things to me that I do to you?”

“Nope!” I assured him honestly. “I’m perfectly happy to be purely a receiver!”

“Then I guess I’m cool with it,” Nathan told me as he kept bouncing; “At least, as long as you’re all tied up I know you can’t try to change your mind about that!”

“Don’t worry; I’d never try to make you do anything you didn’t want to do!” I told him with complete sincerity. “But please feel free to do anything that you DO want to do to me. I very much prefer taking abuse than giving it.”

By this time Nathan was becoming convinced that I was telling the truth. For one thing I was showing none of the signs of discomfort he had been expecting to see on my face by now. This combined with the fact that his exertions were finally tiring him out finally made him decide to stop bouncing on me and simply sit on my stomach for a while. “So my bouncing on you isn’t really bothering you very much, is it?” he asked me with an increased look of respect for me – or at least my powers of endurance – written all over his face.

“Nope, but it IS enjoyable,” I hastened to assure him. “You’re not as heavy as Wayne and you don’t bounce quite as hard, but at least you’re more enthusiastic!”

“I guess winning that money won’t be as easy as I thought!” he replied thoughtfully, although he didn’t sound like he was upset about it; he didn’t plan to give up all that easily.

“I hope you at least figure it’ll be more fun trying than you thought!” I told him hopefully.

“I sure do!” Nathan replied with a mischievous grin as he suddenly knelt down with his boney knees grinding into my shoulders, leaned forward to put more weight on them, and then proceeded to slap my face with both hands; alternating left and right in quick succession.

“Can you (OW!) slap me (OW!) any harder or (OW!) faster? OW!” I asked him.

Nathan stopped and looked at me with mock annoyance. “You’re starting to be an annoying prick, you know that?” he told me sternly but with a bemused grin. Suddenly Nathan reached over for his shirt that lay on the grass beside him without getting off of me. I thought he was going to put it back on, but instead he twirled it end over end to make a short, twisted rope out of it, shoved the middle of it into my mouth, and quickly wrapped the remaining two ends around my head to tie it tightly off behind my head. Before I quite knew what was happening, he’d made a crude but reasonably effective gag for me out of his own shirt.

“There! That ought to keep you quiet!” Nathan said with a satisfied smirk as stared down as me, hands on hips as he continued to straddle my chest.

I had assumed he was going to resume slapping my face as before, but he’d obviously already seen how ineffective that was and tried a new and surprising tactic. He lifted his weight off of me, turned around while remaining on his knees, and then shifted his body so that his speedo-clan butt hovered mere inches over my face. His feet were on either side of my head and now clamped themselves to both sides of my face as tightly as he could to keep me from turning my head – not that I had any desire to do such a thing once I realized what he planned to do.

“Tell me if you have too much trouble breathing, or if you want to give up the bet!” Nathan said to me as he slowly lowered his body, until his posterior was firmly seated on my upturned face. He grind down on my face once or twice just to accentuate my helpless condition.

Most kids would have been very hesitant to do something like this to someone they had only just met… but not Nathan! In fact, he hadn’t settled down for more than a few seconds before I felt his fingers clasp both of my nipples, squeeze them hard, and then begin twisting them left and right as if they were the channel-changing dials on an old-style television set! These soon elicited numerous squeals from me, but as much of delight as from any pain I felt. My torso arched up into the air as if I were experiencing electrical shocks, but these only encouraged him to twist my nipples even harder and faster.

After a while, he gave my nipples a respite and began pounding on my belly like a drum instead for a while. When that grew tiresome he began tickling my belly and sides. Ever try to laugh when you’re gagged and someone is sitting on your face? Not very easy, let me tell you!

Once it became obvious to Nathan that I really did enjoy being tortured while tied helpless and at his mercy, he dropped his inhibitions very quickly and started to do whatever he felt like doing to me – and he and I enjoyed every minute of it. I wasn’t until later that I learned why he took to torturing me so quickly; he had an older brother who picked on him a lot, and I had become his
Brother’s surrogate. Pretending that I was his brother getting his comeuppance fueled both his imagination and enthusiasm to new heights.

Every minute or so, Nathan would lift himself up a few inches to let me come up for air – making sure I didn’t suffocate and checking to see if I was ready to give up yet. Each time, once he was sure I’d gotten some air and that I wasn’t ready to give up, he’d sit back down on my face again and continue what he was doing.

Every half hour or so, Nathan would get off of me and turn me over to check my bonds; carefully making sure that I wasn’t working my way loose. Once he even tightened the knots even more when he thought that they were getting a little slack. I hadn’t been trying to get free, but I didn’t mind his making sure I was secure – not in the least!

After a while though, Nathan began to sitting on me and ‘tormenting’ me so much that I think he forgot all about the money. I don’t know exactly when this happened, but I think it was when he pulled off his swim trunks and sat on me with his naked butt. Now, instead of the feel of a slightly wet (more from sweat than from swimming by then) set of speedos against my face, it was the feel – and the scent – of warm flesh pressed against my nose that I experienced. To some the experience might have been upsetting; but to me it was exhilarating!

As the afternoon wore on, Nathan became steadily bolder… almost incredibly so for a boy his age. He showed such self-assurance and skill that I began to wonder if he had ever done such things with another boy before. Unfortunately I had no chance to ask him at the time, as I was still gagged and his bottom was firmly pressed down over my face.

Around three o’clock, he suddenly and without warning pulled down my own shorts, and began to flick my balls with his fingers… really, really hard!

Then I felt Nathan’s fingers probing around my pubic area, and for a moment I was afraid he was about to start plucking out my pubic hairs! Had he done that, I might have conceded defeat right then and there, as stuff like that is almost too much even for a dyed-in-the-wool masochist like me. But either he thought a different ploy would be more effective, or he’d truly forgotten the bet by this time, because instead of this he began gently closing his hand around my handle and began to prime the pump! (Sorry I can’t describe this better, but remember there are young kids around who can hear this!)

If he was trying to scare me into surrendering, he failed miserably. As it was, I was so surprised that a boy like him would do this to me the same say we’d met that I almost creamed into his hand the very moment he got started! Not that I was able to hold out for very long in any case; that kid hand-jobbed me with the skill of a long-time professional! I practically screamed with ecstasy, but between his gag and his still-firmly-seated butt it was almost inaudible.

After milking the situation for all it was worth Nathan got off me and began to clean me off with a small towel I had in my backpack. I wanted to ask him how and where he’d learned to do what he did; but I couldn’t. Besides still being gagged, I was very ticklish in the spot he was cleaning off. My question was not only muffled by my gag but rendered further incomprehensible by my giggles and groans of pure enjoyment. I was also getting a nice view of him from below as he semi-straddled me with his trim, naked body facing backwards and hovering about twelve inches about my chest. Viewing the play of his lean muscles from so close by as he cleaned me off almost made me create a mess a second time. So I was content for the moment to simply lie there quietly and enjoy the sight and feel of what he was doing to me down there. I was sure I’d get the answers to my questions eventually.

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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:27 pm

PART 6 - TIED UP FOR THE NIGHT

Once he was finished cleaning me off, Nathan turned around to face me and, still completely naked (and totally un-self-conscious about it as far as I could tell) straddled me again. He reached over to my head and untied the makeshift gag he’d placed on me. He then took one look at his now sodden shirt, went “Bleah!”, stood up, carried his shirt to the stream, washed it out, squeezed as much water out as he could, and hung it out on a branch to dry. Once he’d done all this, he resumed sitting on me.

He had a big happy grin on his face (though it was probably no bigger or happier than the one on my own) as he looked at me. “I’m gonna give you a choice now,” he told me firmly; apparently having decided to take complete charge of matters. “Would you rather suck my you-know-what, or would you prefer to have me go to the bathroom on you?”

I thought it over for maybe one second. “Uhhh… could you do both?” I asked hopefully.

“Oh, I AM gonna do both,” he told me with a wink. “I just wanna know which you’d like me to do *first*!”

I definitely liked this kid more and more all the time! “Hmmm… better let me suck you off first,” I finally replied; “because after you do the other, it might be better if I go for a swim and wash off right afterward!”

“Good point!” Nathan told me agreeably as his slender body scrabbled forward on his knees until he was straddling my upper chest and his groin brushing against my face. “Open wide!”

“I get the feeling that you’ve done this kind of thing before!” I ventured before my mouth became too full to talk.

“Which one?” Nathan asked me slyly. “Tying other people up? Sitting on them? Blow jobs? Or … ummm… being a whiz kid?”

“All of them!” I ventured as my lips closed down upon some fresh sausage.

“Well, I have sat on another kid before,” Nathan volunteered once my mouth was too busy with other activities to continue talking. “There’s this pudgy ten-year-old cousin of mine named Edgar that I’m sometimes forced to babysit on the weekends. Well, I often take the ‘sitting’ part quite literally and sit on Edgar while watching TV. He doesn’t like it like you do though; but he doesn’t dare to complain to anyone else about it. He knows I’d torture him if he ever did!”

I found myself almost envying Edgar.

“But I never tied him up… and I sure never exchanged BJs with him!” Nathan hastened to add as his hips began a series of rhythmic movements.

I stopped envying Edgar; I had it better than he did after all; especially if this was only the first time of many that I got to spend time with Nathan.

“I’ve tied another boy up before too,” Nathan continued as his hips began moving a bit harder and faster. “Last summer a couple of friends of mine and I tricked some other kid named Cyrus to let us handcuff his hands behind his back and around a small tree out by the swamp. Once he was helpless we teased him and slapped him around a bit; not too much but enough to make him mad. Then we gagged him and left him stuck to the tree all by himself out there for an entire afternoon. Well, all by himself except for about twenty thousand mosquitoes that kept him company. I finally felt sorry for him and let him loose again. Fortunately he was a good sport about it and we became friends. But I never sat on him nor exchange BJs with him.”

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Again I decided that I was getting the best of both worlds, so to speak.

“Then there’s my best friend, Harry Knight,” Nathan told me. “He’s about a year older than me, and he’s a paperboy too. In fact, he helped me get my current paperboy route. We became friends summer before last and we’ve been hanging out together ever since.

“Well, last month Harry managed to ‘borrow’ a porn movie from his dad. Bimbos at the Beach, it was called. He invited me over to watch it with him. I was curious of course, so we watched it on DVD at his house when no one else was home!

“It was already a pretty hot day, and watching that movie warmed us up even more let me tell you! Before we were ten minutes into it we’d already taken off our shirts and sweating like pigs!

"Before another ten minutes had passed, I was subtly reaching inside my pants and trying to jerk myself off without Harry noticing… but he noticed me anyway. I didn’t realize until later that he’d been watching me react to the movie than watching the movie itself… which he’d already seen at least twice without me!

“Well, the movie got steamier and steamier. You probably would’ve liked it yourself; two pretty young women in bikinis had been sitting on this big guy, you see. Well, the one on his chest took off her G-string and made the guy lick her… you know, down there… while the one sitting on his belly began to jerk him off; before her mouth took over for her hands.

“By that time I was ready for some action of my own. I’m unsure how it happened or which of us suggested it, but eventually Harry was on his knees in front of me, I was naked, and he was giving me a BJ. I’ve figured since that he’d probably planned it this way from the time he invited me to watch that movie in the first place… but I don’t mind. It was fun, and we’ve done it a few times together since then.

“But we don’t tie each other up or sit on each other – even though the women in the movie did so with that other guy. But come to think of it, perhaps Harry wanted to sit on me too – or more likely have me sit on him. I’m not really sure.”

I thought I was pretty sure, but I was hardly objective in the matter. In any case, by the time he reached the climax of the story he reached a climax of a different sort.

There was no need to clean up this time; I swallowed it all.

After we’d relaxed and talked a while longer, Nathan abruptly carried out the other bit of action that he’d promised.

“And now you’re the first person I’ve ever done *that* to, and the first one I’ve done all three of the other things with as well,” Nathan told me as he stood up and backed away from me. “But… (Phew!)… Man, you sure stink now! I don’t think I can stand to be around you anymore now – let alone keep sitting on you! I’ll have to untie you and let you go wash off in the stream if you want me to stay here!”

“Sure,” I replied, and without further ado he untied me.

Once I was free, I hurried out into the water to wash off. What he’d done had been fun, but I definitely felt better once I was clean again. He joined me after a few moments, once the worst of the filth was off of me and carried away by the stream’s current. We swam together in the cool water for a while, for it was a hot day and the water felt especially good.

“You ready to go back to shore so I can continue trying to win our bet?” Nathan asked me after a while.

“Uhh. Actually it’s too late,” I said with a sly smile. “You lost the bet when you untied me without me asking you to! (Hehehe!)”

“What?!” Nathan squawked in initial outrage. “Aw, shoot!” he continued as he rapidly calmed down and began wading to shore. “Aw, I guess you’re right. Oh well – tying you up and sitting on you was so much fun that I guess I don’t really even care about not getting the money.”

“Huh? You really mean that, Nate?” I asked him.

“Sure,” he replied so cheerfully that I suddenly felt like a heel. “Heck, since I still got a few hours left before I have to go home, I’ll even tie you up again and sit on you some more before I leave if you want me to.” He said this with such a sly smile that I knew he was up to something. I was even sure what that something was; and though it sounded really promising I decided at once that in the long run I’d be lots happier if I paid him off immediately after all.

Besides, by now I really felt low. Not because of keeping the money; I’d never had any intention of using such a cheap trick to avoid paying him off in the first place because I didn’t need the money anyway. No, I felt bad for playing a prank on him and making him think I was serious about not paying him off when in fact I still had every intention to give him the money.

“You’re such a good sport, Nate!” I told him as I went to my backpack and gave him the money I’d promised. “Here! I was only kidding about you losing the bet! And since you were such a good sport I want you to have all of it.’

“Really? Cool! Thanks!” he said with a noticeable improvement in mood despite seeming to take the loss in a good-natured way as he put his Speedos back on.

“Sooo… any chance of having a new bet tomorrow?” I asked him with a grin. “Say, I bet another $100 you can’t keep me tied up all day?”

“You mean it?” he asked with even more enthusiasm than I’d hoped for. “It’s a bet!”

“Still wanna practice your tying techniques again before you go home like you mentioned?” I asked him hopefully.

“Sure!” he agreed. We looked around for a different suitable spot for the tie-up however, as we didn’t feel like cleaning up the mess Nate had made on me at the first one. We found a nice grass-covered spot with a pair of saplings a few feet apart surrounded by some bushes that gave plenty of cover. I lay down and stretched out between the trees – my wrists around one tree above my head while my ankles braced the other tree - while Nate immediately went to work tying me up to them.

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“Why do you enjoy being tied up and sat on so much, anyway?” he asked me with friendly curiosity as he began binding my wrists together and lashing them to the tree trunk.

“I dunno. I’ve been trying to figure that one out for years,” I replied simply. That was true… but a definite understatement. I’d not only been thinking about it a lot, but had been doing so for many more years than Nate would’ve believed if I’d told him back then. “I just do enjoy it – even more than you’re enjoying tying me up and sitting on me or even getting paid for it!”

“That’s difficult to believe!” Nate replied with a smile as he finished tying my wrists and moved over to the other tree to tie my ankles together around it. “But if it makes you happy then I’m cool with it. But you know… if you hadn’t paid me the money you’d promised after all, I was going to play a nasty trick of my own on you.”

“Really? “What?” I asked, although I remembered that sly smile when he offered to tie me up again and was pretty sure I already knew the answer. But I wanted to hear him say it out loud.

“Aw, I’m embarrassed to even say, now!” he replied hesitantly as he cinched the loops around my ankles good and tight. “Anyway, I’m not gonna do it now!”

“Please tell me anyway,” I asked him as he finished tying me and stood up. “I promise that I won’t get mad!” I was pretty sure that would be an easy promise to keep.

“Well,” he replied as he stepped over me and sat down knees up on my chest, “If you’d accepted my offer to tie you up again, I was going to take your money anyway and then leave you tied up here all night just to teach you a lesson!”

“That’s a bit of a coincidence,” I observed, “because I was planning to ask you to leave me tied up out here all night when you go home anyway!”

Despite everything that had happened between us so far, this surprised him considerably. “What?!” he yelped. “Are you serious?”

“Sure!” I replied so casually that he had to believe me.

“But where’s the fun for you in that?” Nate asked with continued puzzlement. “You’re liable to get awfully hungry and thirsty stuck out here all night. Cold, too… and really, really bored! How will you relieve yourself? What about black flies and mosquitoes? What fi it rains? I don’t think it’s a good idea, Tom!”

“Why not?” I asked him simply; deciding not to point out that what he thought of as reasons not to go through with this were in fact making the idea more exciting to me than ever. “It was your idea, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was when I thought you were gonna weasel out of paying me that money and needed to be taught a lesson,” he pointed out.


“Don’t worry, Nate! I’ll be fine!” I insisted. “Besides, it won’t be the first time I’ve been left tied up all by myself all night!”

“You mean you’ve done this kind of thing before?” he asked incredulously.

“A few times,” I replied with a shrug. Actually, I’d long since lost count of how many times this has happened to me, but the true number would have definitely astonished Nate.

“Huh!” Nate replied with a snort. “Well, I think you’re crazy, but if that’s what you really want! But wait a minute… if I leave you tied up out here all night, how are you gonna get the money to cover the bet you promised for tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry, my greedy friend; I’ll have the money for you!” I assured him. “Don’t worry about how, okay? I promise you I’ll have it.”

“Okay,” he replied quietly; probably believing I had a secret second stash of cash hidden away in a different part of my backpack somewhere. “I don’t really care about the money anyway. I just figured it’d be a way to talk you out of staying tied up out here.”

“That’d be difficult!” I assured him confidently. “Now let’s just have some more fun before it’s time for you to go home.”

“You bet!” Nate replied with enthusiasm, and immediately he began slapping my face with both hands as hard as he could, and then proceeded to bounce on me. After a while he sat on my face again and did an encore of his drum solo upon my unprotected belly followed by more nipple cripples. He also tickled me everywhere. When he grew tired he’d rest on some part of my body for a few minutes and then resume what he was doing or start some new form of torture.

In short, I became Nate’s helpless play-toy. An ordinary boy would have been bruised and battered after a few hours of this, but all I had to show for it were a few red spots that quickly faded away again.

Finally though even Nate’s seemingly boundless energy began to wane and he finally decided it was time for him to go home. But he declared that being with me was the most fun that he’d had since the previous summer.

“I had a very good time with you today too,” I assured him heartily. “I sure hope you can make it back here tomorrow.”

“Sure I can!” he promised as he began putting the rest of his clothes back on; starting with his pants. “Unlike Wayne I don’t have any relatives I’m likely to have to go visit on short notice and I’ve no other plans or commitments. But… are you really sure you want to be left tied up out here all night?” And he repeated the same objections that he’d listed before.

“Don’t worry; it’ll be fun waiting for you to come back in the morning!” I told him as he was buckling his belt.

“I still think you have a few screws loose, Tom!” he told me jestingly as he put on his shirt (which had been washed and allowed to air-dry after having served as my gag). “But you’re an all right guy just the same. But once I’m out of ear-shot, it’s gonna be too late for you to change your mind!”

“I’ll be fine!” I assured him yet again.

“Okay, if you say so,” Nate replied as he began to put on his socks. “And if you change your mind, maybe a passer-by will hear you if you yell loudly and long enough for help.”

“Which reminds me of one last thing I want you to do for me before you go,” I replied as Nate put on his sneakers. “Gag me again; this time using my shirt rather than yours.”

Nate sighed as he finished lacing his sneakers and stood up, but he did what I asked… if anything tying the gag even more tightly than he’d had the previous one. “Speak to me to see how well it works,” he requested once he finished. “Are you happy now, Tom?”

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“Uh huh!” I replied as loudly as I could. I was barely comprehensible to Nate even though he was standing directly over me.

He backed away from me a few steps. “Is that really as loud as you can talk?” he asked me.

“Uh huh!” I replied as loudly as before. He could barely hear me at all.

He stepped away a few more feet and asked me to try again. He couldn’t hear me at all that time.
“I guess the gag really works then,” he replied with a satisfied grin as he came back, crouched down beside me, gave my gagged face a few gentle pats, and then walked off out of my sight for a moment. When he came back into view, he was wheeling his bicycle along; mounting it as the two of us looked silently at each other.

“Last chance to get untied before I go home, Tom!” he warned me.

I shook my head vigorously and went “Unh uh!” as loud as I could to indicate that I was happy just the way I was.

“Okay then,” Nate replied as he finally gave in. “Have a good night Tom. See you in the morning after I finish my paper route.”

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And with that Nate peddled away out of my sight without even once looking back.

I lay there and luxuriated in my helplessness as it grew dark.

One reason I’d had Nate keep me tied up way out in the middle of nowhere like that was because I was hoping he’d become so concerned about my well-being that he’d come back in the middle of the night to check up on me… and maybe sit on me some more while he was there! This idea had worked many times before with other conscientious kids I’d gotten to tie me up.

But Nate took me at my word when I’d said I’d be fine left alone all night, and he was a kid of his word. He didn’t come back at any time that night to check on me after all. Oh well… you win some and you lose some. But if Nate stayed away, all the bugs he’d worried about plaguing me stayed away too. At least, the kinds that bite stayed away from me, although there were more than a few bugs that crawled all over me all through the night.

In any case, when Nate returned the next morning as promised, he didn’t come alone…

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jul 04, 2013 10:49 am

PART 7 - TOM MEETS HARRY

Nate had finished his paper route in almost record time and was on his way back to see me when he was interrupted by his best friend Harry, who was riding far behind him on his own bike.

“Hey, Nate! Wait up!” Harry called out to him as he strove to catch up with the younger boy. ‘Where are you off to in such a hurry? Haven’t you finished your paper route yet? This isn’t part of your usual route!”

“Oh, hi Harry!” Nate replied as he stopped to let his friend catch up but feeling somewhat at ease; he didn’t want anything to delay him at this time. “Yeah, I’ve finished. What’s up?”

“Don’t you remember?” Harry asked a bit sardonically. “We were going to get together today to catch the early showing of Man of Steel at the matinee today!”

“Aw, shoot! Was that today?” Nate asked with a groan as he smacked his forehead with his own palm. He’d totally forgotten that he’d originally planned to spend the day with Harry. Normally he’d had been happy to be reminded; but today there was another boy tied up in the middle of nowhere waiting for his arrival! Being a very conscientious boy, Nate couldn’t just drop his plan to meet me like he’d promised; though he hated to disappoint Harry either. “Nuts! I’m sorry, Harry… but it’s going to have to wait. Another friend of mine is waiting to meet me at the pond.”

“Can’t you meet him some other time?” asked Harry with a noticeable element of jealousy in his voice. “After all, we arranged to see the movie some time ago!”

“I know,” Nate replied unhappily; feeling terribly conflicted. “And I want to go, but… look, can you keep a secret?”

“Sure I can,” Harry naturally and casually replied before he even thought about it; scenting that the revealing of an interesting secret was in the air. “What’s up?”

“Well-ll…” Nate hesitated for a moment. “You see, this kid – about your age I guess – paid me to tie him up and sit on him for a few hours. He had me leave him tied up there overnight, and he’s still waiting for me to come back and sit on him again today!”

Harry looked at his friend with wide-eyed amusement. “Holy cats! Really? If someone else told me that, I’d think he was making that up! But you… well… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you tell me a lie in your life. Say, can I come along with you? I’d like to see this guy!”

“Aw, gee…I don’t know,” Nate replied with some reluctance; but not very much reluctance Harry figured. “He might not mind, and he never said not to tell anyone else about this, but I don’t think he was expecting me to bring company along.”

“How about if I just watch you two from concealment for a while?” Harry suggested. “He needn’t even know I was around! I want to see this guy for myself. And if it turns out he’s willing to meet me, then I can come out and join you two!”

The two discussed it further, and since Nate didn’t know whether I’d object or not, while Harry was his best friend, he finally agreed.

And so the both of them rode their bikes out to the pond to see me. Once they were close, Harry dismounted from his bike and took cover behind some thick bushes nearby while Nate openly approached me on foot. As my eyes were closed, Nate apparently thought I was asleep. In reality I was wide awake and had heard him coming from further away than Nate would have believed possible. In fact, I was also perfectly aware of Harry’s presence as well but decided for the time being that it’d be more amusing to pretend otherwise to see what had happened. After all, I had not overheard the conversation they’d had – that had been over a mile away – and so didn’t know why Harry was there. But I could tell that Nate knew and was curious to see if and when he was going to tell me about it. In fact, I pretended I was asleep so he’d have to ‘wake me up’.

Nate reached my side and gently nudged me with one sneaker-covered foot. “Wakey, wakey!” he called to me cheerfully.

I stirred and opened my eyes, and smiled with the contentment I was genuinely feeling that Nate had returned as he’d promised.

Hi, Tom!” Nate greeted me as he crouched down beside me and removed the gag he’d made of my shirt. “Did you have a good sleep last night?”

“Sure did!” I replied happily. “I dreamt about you and Wayne sitting on me together! How was your night?”

“Uhhh… fine,” Nate replied absent-mindedly as he checked my bonds; not to make sure I was still trapped but to make sure my hands and feet weren’t swollen or my circulation impaired from having been left tied up all night unattended. He checked me over and seemed surprised that my hands and feet showed no signs of swelling or redness at all; it was as if he’d just tied me up a few minutes ago. “So, are you ready to be untied now, or do you want me to sit on you again just as you are? You must be awfully hungry and thirsty by this time…”

“I’m always ready to be sat on!” I declared without hesitation. “I can eat something later. Please, go ahead and sit!”

“But what about sanitary needs?” Nate asked. “Don’t you need to take a piss or anything?”

“Nope! I’m fine!” I assured him honestly.

Nate shrugged his shoulders and then took off a small knapsack he had brought with him this time. He pulled out a box of Drunkin’ D’Ohnuts. “I brought you some munchies and something to drink just in case you said that,” he told me as he reached in again and pulled out a juice box. “You wanna be untied so you can eat something first?”

“I’d much rather you leave me tied up and feed me yourself by hand while you sit on me, if that’s okay with you,’ I asked happily.

Apparently my relish for being sat on over anything else didn’t surprise Nate any more. “Sounds like fun to me,” he told me with a smile as he immediately took off his shirt. “Looks like it’s going to be a pretty hot day, so let me just get myself comfortable first.”

As Nate said, it was going to be a hot day – but I was already getting goose bumps. He took his time – nor did I mind watching him as he removed his shirt, removed his short pants, and then his socks and sneakers. Wearing only a fresh set of speedos, he straddled my chest and clamped my face between his two smoothly-muscled thighs.

“Ready for some Drunkin’ D’Ohnuts?” he asked me as he gently clamped his thighs together upon my head and filling me with blissful feelings.

“I’m ready for anything you want to give me, Nate!” I replied with closed eyes and a happy sigh; feeling like a dog being given a tummy rub by his favorite human.

Keeping my face clamped between his thighs, Nate grabbed the box of donuts and opened it; revealing a collection of donut holes of various colors and flavors. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got pretty much some of everything!” he told me as he selected one at random and held it out to me. I nodded and smiled, and he brought the donut hole right to my mouth. “Since you wanted to stay tied up, it’s just as well I got some nice bite-sized holes. I can just pop them into your mouth one at a time.” And with that, he popped the one he held into my mouth.

“That was very nice of you,” I replied once I was finished eating the morsel. “I see you brought something to drink too.”

“Sure did!” he replied as he opened the juice box and then held it up to my mouth to let me take a drink. “I got some orange juice for you. The real kind this time of course; not the kind I gave you yesterday! Though I can give you more of the fresh kind too later on if you want.”

“Cool!” I replied as he gave me another donut hole.

“This kind of reminds me of the way I’ve seen mother eagles feed their chicks on a wildlife show I saw on TV last night,” Nate told me with a giggle as I chewed the donut hole. “Except of course eagles don’t have fingers. They have to hold the food for their chicks in their mouths.”

“Hmmm…wanna give that a try?” I asked with a sly grin.

Nate gave me a funny look for a moment, and then smiled as he decided that this might be fun after all. So he selected another donut hole and put it to his mouth; clasping it only with his lips (and not his teeth) as he bend forward so that his face was hovering a couple of feet directly over mine. “Ready?” he asked me as coherently as he could under the circumstances.

“Peep! Peep!” I replied; trying to sound like a baby eagle chick and then opening my mouth wide. Nate grinned as he bend close to my face and released the donut hole. It dropped right into my mouth, and I chewed on it happily.

From concealment, Harry watched us both, and smiled as Nate began laughing at my antics. Harry was amazed and a little chagrined; if he had known that Nate was willing to play games of that kind, he’d have had Nate play with him like that one hell of a long time ago! Though he thoroughly enjoyed watching us, Harry found himself getting hotter, sweatier, and hornier by the moment. It was becoming a struggle for him to wait for Nate to get around to mentioning his name before he stepped out into view and joined us. Harry even began silently willing Nate to finally bring him into the conversation.

After dropping a few more donut holes from his lips to my mouth, Nate finally (by coincidence, I am sure) thought of his friend Harry; no doubt getting impatient by this time. His quick mind immediately thought of a way to bring Harry’s name up. “Say, do you like having anyone tie you up and sit on you, or just certain people?” he asked me.

“Well… anyone under eighteen or so anyway; if they’re not too big or too fat,” I replied; having been wondering myself when Nate was going to introduce his hidden friend. “Just about any boy, anyway. Some girls are okay, but I prefer boys. It’s easier to get other boys to sit on me anyway. As long as they’re the right size and age, I’m not too fussy!”

Encouraged, Nate hesitantly pressed on. “Well, I have a friend about your size and age. He delivers newspapers like I do. Would it be all right if I invite him to come over and sit on you too?”

“Sure!” I replied immediately; seeing where Nate planned to go with this. Then, just to avoid any suspicion that I already knew what was coming (and to eliminate any doubts Nate had as to the wisdom of bringing his friend in on this after all), I added, “It’s a shame that you didn’t bring someone like that to begin with. I love having two or more kids sitting on me at once.”

Nate’s sense of relief was ill hidden as he turned his face to face the nearby bushes where I knew Harry was watching us. “Okay, Harry. Come on over!” Nate called out gleefully… obviously relishing how clever he thought he was in tricking me.

“It’s about time!” Harry groused good-naturedly as he stood up and began to walk over to where we were. “I’m getting a real hard-on over here!”

Though I’d known all along he (or at least someone) was there, this was the first time I had been able to get a good look at Harry. I liked what I saw. He was about Wayne’s age, a few inches shorter than Wayne but enough more muscular that he weighed about the same Wayne did. Despite his Anglo name Harry was Hispanic; he had black hair, brown eyes, a deep gorgeous tan, and a ruggedly handsome face. He wore full-length pants I soon realized despite the growing heat and humidity but had already removed his shirt, revealing a well-toned, muscular torso still innocent of body hair underneath.

“Oh, being a little sneaky huh?” I said with a rueful smile to Nate as the third boy hunkered down on his heels close beside us to my right.

Nate giggled when I saw that my reaction was considerably better than he’d expected. “Yeah, I little,” he replied cheerfully. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Harry along without asking you first! It just kind of happened.”

“Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, Nate!” I replied cheerfully. ‘Especially when he’s as good-looking as this one’, I thought privately to myself. I turned to look at Harry, which was a touch difficult as one of Nate’s legs obstructed my view and I had to crane my head up to look at him. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, Harry!”

“You mean you want me to sit on you too?” Harry asked me with a grin.

“Sure! Isn’t that why you came?” I asked facetiously.

“You sure you don’t mind having me sit on you too?” he asked again.

“Mind? I’d be delighted!” I insisted frankly. “Feel free to sit wherever you like!”

Harry wasted no further time taking me up on my invitation. But when he was about to sit behind Nate on my stomach, Nate waved him off, moved backwards to sit on my belly himself, and indicated to Harry to sit on my chest instead. “You two may as well get better acquainted,” he explained; “and you can feed him a few donut holes too while you’re at it!”

Harry decided that sounded interesting, and so a moment later he was straddling my upper chest and selecting a donut hole to feed to me. Feeding me by hand apparently amused him so much he was soon laughing. “This is like feeding the ducks, only better!” he proclaimed after he’d fed me a few donut holes.

“I was thinking it was like feeding the squirrels at the park,” Nate commented wryly from behind Harry. “Maybe if there’s a next time I’ll bring along some peanuts too!”

I was enjoying myself even more than they were. Seeing Harry’s well-toned and well-tanned body so close to mine was definitely a delightful sight to me at the time. I only wished he was wearing Speedos as Nate was, rather than those full-length blue jeans he had on at the time.

“Man, this is definitely cool!” Harry told us both as he fed me another donut hole.

“You’ve seen nothing yet!” Nate replied. “Nothing phazes him! You can do anything you like to Tom and he’ll just encourage you do to more!”

“Yeah? Like what? Show me!” Harry requested; his curiosity obviously aroused.

“Okay, just watch this!” Nate told him as he got up off my stomach, stepped forward until he was standing directly over my head, and got down on his knees until his speedo-covered butt hovered a mere foot over my face, and he was slowly descending.

“Wow! Are you really going to sit on his face?” Harry asked in mingled amusement and wonder.

“I won’t of he says not to,” Nate replied with a grin as he looked down toward me. “But, as you can plainly see, he’s not objecting at all. Are you, Tom?”

“You bet I’m not!” I replied cheerfully.

And so Nate made a gentle landing; tucking his knees up and planting his feet on my bound wrists as he settled down; putting all his slight weight on my face and arms.

“Wow, Nate!” Harry exclaimed in apparent awe. “I had no idea that you had such a wicked imagination!”

“What imagination?” Nate asked with a chuckle. “I’m just doing to Tom what Ryan sometimes does to me!”

“Your big brother sits on your face?” Harry asked in astonishment.

“Well, it was only once… after we’d just been wrestling,” Ryan clarified. “And he was wearing more than just speedos at the time.”

I tried to comment at this point, but the weight of Ryan’s body on his somewhat bony posterior muffled my words into utter unintelligibility as thorough as the best gag imaginable.

Nate immediately got off my face. “What were you saying, Tom?” he asked in curiosity.

“I said that your brother Ryan sounds like a really fun type of guy!” I repeated now that the obstruction was removed (not without some regret on my part). “Maybe you could invite him to come along and sit on me too – if he’s not too much older than you anyway!”

Nate let out a snort of disgust, pulled his speedos down his thighs, and sat back down on my face literally butt-naked; somewhat less gently than before and grinding his butt into my nose for good measure. “Kiss my ass!” he growled half-seriously.

“Gladly!” I tried to say, but again I had difficulty making myself understood. This time Nate remained where he was; apparently no longer interested in hearing what I had to say.

“Seriously Tom, sharing you with a friend like Harry is one thing,” Nate told me; “but not with my big brother! He wouldn’t…”

I didn’t get to find out what his brother wouldn’t do because at that point Nate exploded into hysterical laughter; wriggling his upper body and convulsively grinding his posterior even harder into my face. “Hey! Hahaha! Tom! Hahaha! Cut it out, Tom! Hahahaha! That tickles! Hahaha!”

“What’s he doing?” Harry asked with puzzled amusement.

Nate was unable to answer coherently for a bit; he was laughing too hard. “Hahahaha! He… he… Bwaahahahaha! He’s licking… Hahahaha… the crack of… Bwaahahahaha… my ass… Yehehehehehe… with his tongue! Hahahahahaha!”

Nate couldn’t have minded that too much though, as he made no effort to get up off me for at least three minutes! But finally he had enough, stood up rapidly, and pulled his speedos back up where they belonged. “Whew! That’s enough fun for me for right now!” he declared as he stepped away from me to look at Harry and me. “I’m gonna go for a swim to cool off! That’ll give you two a little privacy so you can get to know each other a little better.”

“Take your time,” Harry replied as Nate began to walk off toward the stream. “I’m sure Tom and I will get along just fine!”

Once Nate was out of sight, Harry moved forward until he was straddling my upper chest. He looked down at me and I looked back up at him in mutual silence for a few seconds. “Sooo…”he finally ventured as his right hand began to slowly rub the area concealed by his pants fly; “how do you feel about sucking dick?”

“I’d be glad to if I ever meet Dick,” I replied facetiously. “In the meantime, I’d love to suck on a Harry instead!”

I was going to further quip about Tom, Dick, and Harry as well, but decided not to push it with the puns. Besides, I was distracted by the fact that Harry - grinning from ear to ear - was already eagerly unzipping his fly and introducing me to Dick…

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jul 11, 2013 4:14 pm

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PART 8 - THE CHANGING OF THE GUARD

By the time Nate came back from his swim, Harry and I had been left alone with each other for about an hour. At this point, Harry was completely naked, straddling me, and lying backward on top of me in an extremely relaxed pose with an even more relaxed expression on his face. Meanwhile, the great Moby Dick had spouted off, and the results were still splattered all over my face, upper, chest, and Harry’s own thighs. Moby Dick was as stiff as a rail, while the rest of Harry was as limp as a bag full of mush. In fact, at the moment his middle was thrust up higher than his head was - which was actually resting upon my own (still covered and dry) groin. For all his relatively heavy build, he was evidently as agile as a contortionist.

“Everything okay, guys?” Nate asked us with a tone that implied he saw nothing particularly unusual about any of this.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Harry groaned as if he’d just undergone some kind of brutal torture while feebly – and at first futilely – trying to sit straight up. “I’ve never felt so good in my entire life!”

“Yeah, I’m fine too,” I replied with a giggle as I began licking off all the creamed spots my mouth could reach under the circumstances; most of them on Harry’s legs (which as yet were still only slightly hairy legs).

“Ooooohhhhhhh!” harry moaned again as my tongue assault seemed to sap whatever little strength he had left, and his back remained plastered to my front.

“I hope you’re done!” Nate told us as he stood there - leaning against the tree my wrists were tied around – watching us. “Because I’m not sitting there until you two get cleaned off!”

Harry finally regained the energy to move himself off of me, and he proceeded to clean me off with another clan towel I had stored in my backpack just in case of such emergencies. Once I was thoroughly cleaned off, Nate seated himself in a relaxed manner on my belly, and Harry settled down upon my face looking toward him. I can only assume he was expecting a tongue massage like the one I’d previously given Nate, because he didn’t object at all when I began to give him one.

It was a bit different doing it with him, as he was larger and older and somewhat hairier than Nate had been, but I like variety – within reason.

Later on, after having another swim together, both boys were straddling me in their birthday suits and facing me, with Nathan in front this time. The afternoon had gotten late, and it was pleasantly cooler as we were now well inside the shade provided by the nearby woods, but neither boy was in any hurry to get dressed.

“Man, if I’d been the one to tie Tom up, I’d be tempted to just keep him out here forever so we could do this sort of thing with him every day!” Harry said casually to Nate.

“I’m tempted to anyway,” Nate said as he grinned at me. “But I doubt even Tom would be willing to stay tied up way out here all the time!”

“Wanna bet?” I asked him, only semi-facetiously.

“You can’t be serious, Tom!” Nate exclaimed; recognizing that I wasn’t entirely joking. “You want us to keep you tied up out here in the middle of nowhere forever?!”

“Well, maybe not forever,” I amended cheerfully. “But the next two or three years anyway… or at least as long as either of you keep coming back to visit me every day!”

“Not that I don’t find the idea of having my very own prisoner highly appealing, but are you sure that’s what you want?” Nate asked me seriously. “It’s going to be pretty boring out here much of the time! And what would do if it rains?”

“Oh, that’s an easy problem to solve,” I replied glibly as I closed my eyes and concentrated for a moment; “if you don’t mind taking the time to set up my tent over me.”

“Tent? What tent?” Nate asked me in puzzlement.

“The one over there behind you,” I replied cheerfully as I opened my eyes.

Nate turned to look where I indicated and his eyes grew wide in astonishment; something he hadn’t done when returning from his first swim of the day. “Huh? I don’t remember seeing that over there before!”

‘That’ was a well-packed and rolled up pup tent that lay beside some bushes about thirty feet away from us. It was a camouflage green and brown pattern, so it’d be hard to spot from any real distance. Besides this, there was a perfectly good reason why Nate had failed to notice it there before even when so close to it, but I wasn’t about to tell him what that reason was. He’d never believe me; nor would I want him to know anyway.

“I don’t recall seeing it before either,” Harry added as they both stood up. “But since it’s there now, let’s set it up.”

“Not like this I’m not,” Nate declared as he grabbed his clothes and started to put them on. To my disappointment Harry followed suit, but I didn’t say anything to try to stop them. My eyes had feasted well enough for one day; and perhaps I’d get a whole new banquet the next day.

Once Harry and Nate were fully dressed, they began assembling my pup tent right over me where I still laid tied between two trees. Harry got into trouble immediately; finding himself struggling with my tent as if it were a huge and hungry octopus intent on devouring him. It had even fully engulfed him like a fish caught in a net at one point and hindered his movements almost as if he’d been tied up as well. Fortunately for us though, Nate was a boy scout with considerable experience camping in tents. He soon extricated his older friend from his predicament and took charge of setting up the pup tent himself while Harry merely sat on me.

That’s when they hit a new complication. They couldn’t set the tent up around me while I was still tied up between two trees. They’d have to free me first, at least temporarily, and stick me into the tent before re-binding me.

“Well, I could use a bathroom break anyway!” I replied.

“Good idea!” Nate replied as he unzipped his zip and prepared to take aim at me. “I need one too!” he added with a mischievous grin.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Harry exclaimed as he got up off of me. At first I thought he just didn’t want to be in the crossfire, but he continued to intercede even after he was off of me and out of the way. “Not on Tom! Not before we untie him, anyway! I don’t want that getting on me when we untie him. At least wait until he’s loose first!”

“Aww, okay,” Nate agreed with evident reluctance. “Let’s untie him.” He walked over to my feet and crouched down to undo the knots while Harry did the same concerning my hands.

Then a new problem presented itself; I’d been tied so tightly and so long that neither boy was able to even begin loosen the knots that Nate had used to secure me with. “Shoot, Nate!” Harry exclaimed as he gave up in exasperation and pulled out a pocket knife. “I’m going to have to cut him loose – not just so he can go pee elsewhere but also to make sure his circulation’s okay!”

“But if you cut him loose what will we use to tie him back up with?” Nate asked; crouching beside Harry as the older boy slowly and carefully cut away at my bonds; careful to avoid nicking me at any time.

“No problem,” I told him, suddenly closing my eyes as Harry continued to cut the ropes. “I’ve got a set of handcuffs and ankle-cuffs right next to where the tent was folded.”

I smiled as Nate turned to look as his eyes grew wider than ever. There were indeed a set of handcuffs and ankle-cuffs lying there in the grass where I had indicated; brand-new and gleaming in the late afternoon sun. “What the f…” Nate exclaimed in disbelief. “Now where did those come from?! I know they weren’t there before!”

“Neither was the tent!” Harry observed as he finished cutting m feet free. “Jeez! Maybe we need to get our eyes checked.”

Nate walked over to the items I had pointed out and brought them back; clanking against each other as he went. “Where did you get these, anyway? They look like ones that policemen use.”

“They are… or at least they’re the same make,” I replied. “As to where they came from… well, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me!” Nate challenged me as Harry checked my feet and ankles for circulation problems from my long tie-up but found none.

“I conjured them out of thin air!” I replied with a wise-ass grin.

Nate signed with mild exasperation, gave up the discussion, and simply used the new bondage devices on me. With my hands cuffed behind me and my ankles tethered, it was difficult to get on my feet without assistance, but Nate and Harry helped me. They escorted me to a nice private spot well away from where the tent would be set up where I could do my business.

There was a new complication. I didn’t want my hands freed, but Nate and Harry adamantly refused to assist me with doing my business. Finally, Nate consented to opening my fly for me; but getting the business end of my sprinkler clear of my shorts was my own problem. After a few contortions however I managed to do this, and by then it was stiff enough to clear any other hurdles – such as getting the spray past my own feet.

“Look ma, no hands!” I proclaimed proudly.
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Harry just moaned in evident disgust at this; whether at my joke or what I was joking about, I’m not sure. He muttered something to Nate, but as they were both at a discreet distance from me I didn’t catch the words clearly. Something about a pee-brain, I think.

“Be sure to be thorough,” Nate called to me from well behind me. “You don’t want to have to go again in the middle of the night when you’re all alone and chained up.”

“Unless, of course, you enjoy peeing all over yourself!” Harry added dryly.

“Peeing is like sex,” I observed sagely as I sought a way to get my sprinkler tucked back where it belonged again without the use of my hands. “It’s much more fun when you’re getting it from someone else!”

I guess that did that. Both boys suddenly grabbed me from behind and threw me with mock roughness down on the grass, As I lay there on my back with my hands trapped behind me, I looked up just in time to see two zipper come undone and two flesh faucets taken out and aimed straight at me. Before I could utter another wisecrack, my vision went all sort of yellow as two stream of warm liquid struck me in the face at the same time.

“Okay,” Nate called to me when the two of them had finished pouring the lemonade; “let’s go for a quick swim to wash all that off you before we secure you to the trees for the night, Tom!”

Well, after a shower like that I definitely needed a bath! Nate and Harry refused to help me to my feet this time however; they merely laughed at the suggestion and I suppose I don’t blame them. They laughed some more as they watched me try to get to my feet unassisted; my struggles complicated by the fact that the grass was wet and slippery by this time from the... uhhh… watering they had just received along with me.

After some effort however I managed to get to my feet and made my stumbling way toward the stream; escorted but unassisted by my two friends. Finally though, as I began to wade in, Nate had a change of heart. He removed all his clothes except his Speedos again and then waded in after me to make sure I didn’t slip and fall; which could definitely be a problem with my hands cuffed behind me and my ankles hobbled while I was in the water.

There was only a weak current however, as the stream is wide and deep, and there were few slippery spots. I appreciated Nate’s offer anyway and thanked him as he clutched my arm inside his to steady me. Despite his being somewhat smaller and lighter than I was… to say nothing of the fact that not all the liquid dripping from me was mere water… Nate showed no further reluctance in helping me get washed off.

Harry however remained fully clothed and watched us from shore; cracking some dirty jokes at my expense with sardonic amusement. But I didn’t mind; to me it was all part of the fun.

Once I washed off, Nate escorted me back to shore with his arm locked in mine. Once we were out of the water, he toweled himself dry with yet another towel (“Why the hell did you bring so many towels?” he asked me; fortunately rhetorically) while I simply drip-dried. Once he was fully dressed again, he and Harry frog-marched me back to the pup tent as if I were really a reluctant prisoner being taken back to his cell.

The tent was soon set up with me inside it. The tent had a rear flap as well as a front one, so my arms and legs could still be tied to the same trees as before. This was a quick procedure this time, as the adjustments to unlocking the ankle-cuffs and leg-cuffs, maneuvering my limbs to enfold their respective tree-trunk, and then re-locking them took mere seconds.

“Where do you want us to leave the keys?” Nate asked.

“Take ‘em with you, of course!” I replied casually. “I don’t want ‘em! It’s no fun if I can reach the keys to free myself!”

“No way! I might lose them or something!” Nate protested. “I’ll leave them in your backpack here. They’ll still be out of your reach like you wanted, but they’ll still be where I can find them… or anyone else who happens to find you. Just for safety’s sake, okay?”

Okay,” I acceded cheerfully, and Nate duly placed the keys in my backpack; in clear sight of me but far enough away so render me totally unable to reach it chained up as I was.

“Well, the tent will keep the bugs and the rain off of you,” Nate told me as he and Harry resumed sitting on me for a while. “But I still don’t feel good about leaving you tied up all alone out here all alone for a second night in a row!”

“Yeah, don’t you have anyone a home who will miss you if you stay out here?” asked Harry.

“Nope,” I replied truthfully. “There’s been no one to miss me for… ell, quite a while. As long as you don’t get tired of coming out here to visit me, I’m fine!”

“Well, it’s getting late, Tom,” Nate observed as he stood up and, bent over, waddled out of the tent. “Is there anything else you’d like us to do before we leave for the night?”

I could think of a lot of things, but decided not to be too greedy. I said I was fine.

That was the last coherent thing I got to say before Nate dutifully gagged me again.

Nate and Harry eventually climbed off of me, climbed onto their bikes, and prepared to ride away. “So long, Tom!” Nate called to me. “See you tomorrow after we finish our paper routes!”

“Yeah, pee you later!” Harry called out cheerfully.

I mumphed into my gag and nodded my head in response.

Waving back to me cheerfully, both boys rode off and were soon out of sight. I settled down for another quiet but lonely night by myself. This time I wasn’t really expecting Nate or Harry to come back and check on me overnight, so I fell asleep pretty quickly.

Well past midnight, I suddenly woke up. It was dark and the wind had started to blow. It was somewhat chilly even with the pup tent covering me and blocking the worst of the wind. There must have been a storm approaching, and I became concerned about being caught in the rain. The tent would be little protection, since the wind was blowing right into it.

It didn’t rain however, and the wind began to die down. It also shifted, and began blowing into the broad side of the tent… making it rustle so noisily I couldn’t get back to sleep.

And then, before I even knew what was happening, a sudden strong gust of wind literally tore the bulk of the tent right off of its foundation and sent it flying away like a camouflaged ghost into the night. I guess that tent wasn’t particularly sturdy after all, I thought to myself; I’ll have to make a better one next time. At least the floor of it was still underneath me; trapped as it was by my own weight. It was some protection from the chilly ground, but none at all from the wind. Between the chill of the wind and the rustling made by what remained of the tent blowing in that wind, getting back to sleep was going to be difficult

I forgot all about going back to sleep however when I suddenly saw the beam of a flashlight steadily approaching me from out of the darkness upstream. The noise of the remnants of the windblown tent provided a perfect beacon and obviously was attracting attention, because the flashlight and its owner were coming directly toward me.

The wind suddenly died down, and what remained of the tent ceased making its racket. At the same time, in the newly restored quiet as the light got closer, I could hear the voices of two boys talking to each other. At first I figured Nate and Harry and decided to check up on me after all because of the nearby storm, but even before I made out their silhouettes in the dark I realized that neither boy was Nate or Harry.

“That noise came from this way!” insisted one approaching figure.

“Hey, what’s that up ahead?” asked another as the beam of the flashlight fell full upon my bound and gagged form.

“WHAT IN HELL?” both voices exclaimed together.
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I squinted my eyes against the glare of the flashlight as the two figures came right beside me and hunkered down to get a good look at me in return.

The first boy was an African American of medium height and slender but athletic build, about fourteen years old, and looked a bit like Jaden Smith in that Karate Kid movie remake a few years back. He wore a bright pink T-shirt, purple shorts, a purple baseball cap, pink socks, and lavender sneakers; making him look almost like a New York pimp but for his young, angelic-looking face.

The other boy, the one holding the flashlight, was a red-headed Caucasian boy with numerous dark freckles all over his face. He was a bit taller and older than his companion but just as slender. I couldn’t tell what his build was like though, because he was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and long pants (both blue) that hid his body other than his head and his hands. As I was soon to find out though, he was just as well-toned and athletic as the first boy was.

Fortunately, I was spared having to make any immediate awkward explanations because of the fact that I was still gagged and both boys were too surprised at seeing me to rectify that situation immediately. But finally, after gawking at me (and at each other) for a bit, the boy nearest my head (the black-haired one) got down on one knee and untied my gag to pull it off me.

“Hey, kid!” he asked me with as much amusement as surprise in his voice. “Who the heck left you cuffed like this way the hell out here in the middle of the night?”

“Oh, just some friends of mine,” I replied casually.

“Friends?!” the red-head replied with a snort of amused disgust as he squatted down beside me opposite his companion. “Sheesh! With friends like those, who needs enemies?”

“No, really it’s all right!” I hastened to reassure them. “I… well, I asked them to leave me handcuffed like this all night. They’ll be back in the morning.”

“He asked to be left like this?” the black-haired boy said to the redhead. “This dude can’t be quite right in the head!”

“Well, there’s not much we can do about it!” the redhead replied. “We don’t have the keys to his cuffs, and they look too strong to break open with a rock without hurting him as well.”

I forbore telling him the keys were only thirty feet away inside my backpack, which they hadn’t seen yet in the dark despite being out in the open.\

“Well, we can still call the police or a locksmith or somebody to help this guy,” the first boy suggested. He proceeded to pull out a cell phone inside a pouch clipped to his belt to do just that.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed in genuine horror. “Please don’t do that!” I pleaded.

“Why not?” the boy asked in puzzlement; but at least he stopped before pressing 9-1-1.

“I don’t want anyone trying to free me!” I replied sheepishly. “I want to be left just as I am until my friends come back for me in the morning.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” the boy asked me as he put away his cell phone and squatted back down beside me.

“Oh, yes! I’m quite sure!” I stated with undeniable conviction.

“Well, is there anything you would like us to do for you?” asked the redhead as he knelt down beside his friend.

Taking a look at their gorgeous bodies squatting and kneeling so close beside me like that, I couldn’t resist. “Well, I am a bit chilly!” I replied hesitantly but quite honestly thanks to that storm which had passed by so closely and so recently. “Could you two perhaps warm me up a little?”

The two boys stared at each other in silent puzzlement for a moment before turning to look back down at me.

“Well, seeing as you have no shirt, I guess I could loan you mine,” the redhead with the long-sleeved shirt said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the shirt in question. “But we don’t have anything else to cover you with… unless…” He turned to look at his friend questioningly just as he finished unbuttoning his shirt; revealing a pleasingly trim body underneath in the glow of his still lit flashlight.

“No way man!” his friend demurred. “I ain’t taking my shirt off! I’m chilly enough NOW!”

“I told you that you should’ve dressed more warmly when we started out looking for night-crawlers,” the redhead said with a smirk.

“Laugh now, but you’ll be roasting in all that clothing you got on come sun-up!” retorted his companion. “It’s supposed to be a scorcher today.”

“Yeah, but meanwhile it IS a touch too chilly, isn’t it?” the redhead replied; making no move to remove his shirt after unbuttoning it. “Sorry kid. Guess you’ll have to tough it out. We’ve got nothing to cover you with, and no means to light a fire. How else could we warm you up?”

“Well, body heat would be nice!” I answered with a straight face.

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Speedo Slave » Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:45 am

Well since no one else has responded, I guess I'll end my lurkership to tell you it's a great story!! I've come on everyday just to see if you've updated it at all.

Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Nuclearo » Fri Jul 12, 2013 6:46 am

Speedo Slave wrote:Well since no one else has responded, I guess I'll end my lurkership to tell you it's a great story!! I've come on everyday just to see if you've updated it at all.

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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Jul 12, 2013 1:12 pm

Speedo Slave wrote:Well since no one else has responded, I guess I'll end my lurkership to tell you it's a great story!! I've come on everyday just to see if you've updated it at all.

Thanks. I knew people were reading it, but whether from enjoyment or simply horrified fascination I wasn't quite sure. And since you complimented me so well on this story, here's a new installment of it right here.

PART 9 - THE NIGHT SHIFT

“Feeling any warmer yet?” the black-haired boy asked me as he straddled my chest. His friend was right behind him, straddling my belly. Between the two of them sitting on my torso I was getting very warm indeed; and not just from their body heat either. As an added kind gesture, both had removed their shirts and covered my bare legs with them to serve as makeshift blankets. Though I appreciated the reason for their kind gesture (despite the fact that this now made them a bit chilled instead of me), I liked the fact that now I had an excellent view of their shirtless torsos – well, the torso of the boy who straddled my chest anyway. But I could catch glimpses of the other boy’s shirtless torso from time to time as well.

“Yep, but my face is still a little cold,’ I replied slyly to his question; nothing ventured nothing gained, I always say. “Could you bring your legs closer together to warm it up?”

“Sure!” the boy replied with a grin as he clamped my head even harder between his lean but muscular thighs and squeezed them together as if trying to crack my head open like a walnut in a nutcracker. His bare skin (his shorts going only partway down to his knees) pressed against my face was indeed very nice and warm.
“Oh yes… that’s much nicer!” I said contentedly. “Thank you! Sooo… who are you two; and what brings you way out here in the middle of the night?”

“I’m Cyrus Vance,” the black-haired boy on my chest told me.

Cyrus. The name sounded awfully familiar. Where had I heard that name recently? I was sure I heard that name sometime in the last couple of days but couldn’t immediately place it. Before I could figure it out though, the redhead on my belly was introducing himself as well, and I didn’t want to miss a word either of them said to me.

“I’m Noah Brand,” he told me. “And we come out here lots of times late at night to catch night-crawlers. You know… the big, fat, earthworms. We use ‘em for bait.”

“Oh, so you two like to go fishing?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

“Yep, and this is the best time and the best place to find bait and to catch fish!” Noah added proudly. “We’ve been here at least a dozen times since fishing season started.”

“Really? How come I haven’t seen you guys out here the last couple of night?” I asked with a trace of disappointment over lost potential opportunities.

“Noah was out of town,” Cyrus told me; “and I don’t like going out here to look for worms or go fishing all by myself. It’s too spooky out here for me when I’m all alone.”

“Hey, how did you know we haven’t been out here in the past couple of night?” Noah asked curiously as he craned his head up to look past Cyrus’s shoulder at me. “Have you been tied up out here that long?”

“No,” I replied casually. “Just tonight and last night. The night before, I just simply stayed out here, waiting for a different friend to meet me some time in the morning.”

“Why wait here if you knew he wasn’t coming until the morning?” Cyrus asked in puzzlement.

“Well, I had nothing better to do anyway,” I replied with simple honesty.

“Speaking of which, I’m going to go back to hunting earthworms and do some fishing,” Noah decided as he stood up. “You must be getting warm enough by now anyway. The storm’s long gone and the air’s already warm again without all that wind. You coming with me, Cy?”

Cyrus looked down as me thoughtfully as he continued straddling me; absently squeezing my face between his thighs again. “Naw,” he finally said. “You go on ahead without me. I’m getting too much of a kick sitting on this kid. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Oh,” Noah said with a trace of disappointment but apparently not particularly surprised. “Okay then, I’ll see you later.”

By then it was starting to get light out, and Noah had shut off his flashlight. In the pre-dawn light, I could now see some fishing gear the boys had brought, and had apparently set down when they had first approached me. Noah picked up a fishing rod and an open tin can with some dirt and a few squiggling earthworms inside it, and walked slowly away further up the stream where presumably the fish would not be disturbed by any noise Cyrus and I made talking. In a moment, he was clan out of sight.

“Okay, now that Noah is out of earshot, level with me!” Noah suddenly said to me in a neutral but curiosity-laden tone of voice. “You’re gay, aren’t you?”

“Uhh… why do you say that?” I asked; uncertain if this was a hopeful question or an accusation.

“Aw, don’t try to jive me, man,” Cyrus said to me with a dismissive but still friendly-sounding tone. “You’ve as much as admitted to wanted your friends to leave you handcuffed out here, and now this ruse about being chilly to get us to sit on you – when it’s so warm and muggy that I’m still sweating even though I’m only wearing my shorts now!”

I had noticed an up-tick in the ambient air temperature, but thought I was just Cyrus’s body heat combined with the warm glow I get any time a physically fit, good looking boy is sitting on top of me with minimal clothing on. I guess the wind had made even more of a difference than I’d thought, and it’s ended at the same time these two boys had found me.

“Suppose you were right, and I admitted I was gay,” I asked hesitantly; “what then?”

“Then I’ll just keep right on sitting on you to keep you warm if you like,” Cyrus replied calmly; “and we’ll just have a nice, friendly chat to get acquainted. I won’t hurt you or anything just because you’re gay!”

“And if I were to insist I’m not gay?” I asked out of simple curiosity.

“Then I’ll keep sitting on you anyway,” Cyrus told me with a grin. Then he faced hardened into a half-smile and half-frown as he continued; “and I’ll start torturing you as hard as I know how until you admit that you’re a gay liar!”

Well! There was only one possible response I could make to that!

“I’m not gay!” I lied cheerfully; smiling ingenuously.

Cyrus looked down as me with a sly smile; clearly indicating that he had understood what I was saying perfectly. I wanted him to torture me to his heart’s content!

He started out gently at first; doing such simple routine childhood tortures such as twisting my nose and my earlobes, flicking my nose, hand-gagging me while pinching my nose shut, and pinching my cheeks. From there he worked his way up to twisting my nipples, slapping my face, and bouncing on my belly. Then he stood on me with one foot on my chest and the other planted on my face; telling me to lick the soles of the latter (which I did). From there, he straddled my face sitting backwards while he pounded on my torso like a drum with his fists.

“Wait! WAIT!” I cried out suddenly as he was doing this last.

“Aww, you’re not giving up already are you?” Cyrus exclaimed in obvious disappointment as he raised his butt off of my face and turned his body enough to look down at me. “I was just getting warmed up!”

“Heck, no!” I replied with a grin. ”I’m having too much fun myself! I was just wondering if you’d be willing to pull down your shorts while you’re sitting on my face!”

Cyrus looked at me speculatively for a moment and then grinned. “Hmmm… Do I get to pull yours down too?” he asked me.

“Well, of course!” I replied casually. “I don’t see how I could stop you anyway!”

“I think we’re going to get along just beautifully!” he told me as he stood just long enough and pull down his own shorts and underwear and kick them off. Then, literally butt-naked, he resumed sitting where he had before.” I sighed contentedly as his weight settled down on my face, and again, even more deeply, as I felt his hands undo the snap on my shorts and pull them down my legs to my knees to give my own equipment a good airing out.

“Nice set of equipment,” Cyrus told me with evident admiration.

“Thanks,” I replied as well as I could with my face covered with his bare posterior. “Feel free to make use of it.”

I was hoping he would play with it the same way Nate had when we’d first met. Cyrus had his own ideas about what to do with his opportunity, however. I found this out when I suddenly felt a hard fingernail suddenly flick one of my balls the same way it had earlier flicked my nose… only, or at last so it felt, very much harder. My hips jerked spasmodically at the impact and I made a little ‘Yipe!” sound before I could stop myself. This apparently amused Cyrus greatly, because I immediately felt a similar impact on my other ball from the other side; causing me to yelp and my hips to spasm even harder than before.

After that, there was no stopping him. My balls continued to be batted, flicked, and pummeled in various ways; causing me to jerk so hard that Cyrus almost got knocked off of me once or twice… something that only increased his amusement and the ferocity of his flicks.

I was getting a real hard-on!

Cyrus as still in the middle of this when I heard Noah calling to him from relatively nearby. “Jeez, Cy… you met the kid only a couple of hours ago and already you’re sitting bare-assed on his face and flicking him in the balls?” He said this with considerable amusement but with no particular surprise in his voice. I began to realize that neither boy was a stranger to these kinds of activities themselves.

“Yeah… this kid is into kink big time!” Cyrus explained without letting up on his genital torture.
“Come on over and join us. This is way more fun than catching fish!”

“Well, if he really doesn’t mind, then I guess it’s okay.” Noah replied as he came closer. “The fish don’t seem to be biting this morning anyway.

Cyrus finally let up on driving me nuts flicking my nuts, stood up, and sat down on my belly instead… still facing away from me. Noah, still wearing his full-length pants, immediately stepped over me and straddled my chest – hands on knees. He and Cyrus now straddled me back to back; Cyrus facing my feet and Noah facing my head.

Noah looked down at me in silent but friendly curiosity for a moment. “So, you’re gay just like we are, huh?” he finally asked me as mildly as if discussing the weather.

“Actually, I haven’t admitted to that yet!” I replied playfully. “That’s why your friend was torturing me, you see. You wanna join in?”

“Oh, there’s no need to be shy,” Noah told me; his lean torso bent forward to give me a good view of it as he looked at me with a friendly smile. “Cy and I are happy to meet someone else like us.”

“Care to put your money where my mouth is?” I asked slyly as I lowered my gaze to a noticeable bulge some distance below his navel.

Noah caught my meaning at once. “I’d be glad to,” he told me cheerfully as he unzipped his fly and pulled out what was behind it. I only got a brief look at it before Noah proceeded to guide it into my mouth; whereupon I was more curious about its taste than its appearance.

Eyes slightly closed, I began to lick the offering like a popsicle.

*Flick!* *Flick!*

Renewed pain assailed my balls, and before I could stop myself from reacting to this surprise I’d clenched my teeth together.

“Yeow!” Noah wailed.

I looked at him apologetically. Noah smiled to me in understanding and then turned to look at his friend Cyrus with a mix of good humor and asperity. “Hey Cy… knock it off with flicking his nuts until he’s done sucking me off, willya?! You’re making him bite me!”

“Oops! Sorry!” Cyrus replied with honest contrition as he shifted to the softer torture of hand-jobbing me instead.

Noah soon got so much into what I was doing that he had me stop for a moment, unfastened his pants and pulled them off, and then flung them away before reinserting his peg into my hole.

“Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me,” I thought to myself facetiously if a bit irreverently as Noah began thrusting his lean hips back and forth.

Before either of us was expecting it, my mouth was filled with the creamy center.

“OH NO!” Noah exclaimed in obvious contrition as he sought belatedly to pull out. “Awww, Jeez!” he continued as he saw how slick Willy now was. He still straddled my chest as he sought something to clean himself off with, somehow found a clean towel beside him (yeah, I had a lot of towels; can’t have too many towels!) and proceeded to clean us off with it.

“I’m really sorry, dude!” Noah continued in chagrin as started to trim his wick. “I didn’t mean to cum right into your mouth like that! It just came out so fast this time, I couldn’t help it”

“No worries, Noah!” I replied with an exaggerated smacking of my lips. “I’m quite happy with how things… came out!”

“Oh!” Noah replied with a laugh of relief. “Well, that’s cool then. Cy’s the same way, but I gather that most other people aren’t.”

At about the same time Cy got up, shifted position, and lay down on top of my bound legs. Before I knew it, I felt warm lips around my own staff… and suddenly my next words were drowned out in moans of ecstasy.

Noah looked backward to glimpse what was happening and turned to look at me again with a wide grin on his freckled face. “Yeah, Cy does a great blow job too, doesn’t he?” he asked me merrily… still straddling my chest as he cleaned off his pubes.

I was too busy moaning and thrusting back to reply coherently, and soon enough there was a second mess to clean up. Once this was done, the boys each put on a fresh set of speedos they had brought along with them, but made no attempt to dress themselves further.

By about this time the sun was fully up and the morning was getting pretty warm. So I wasn’t too surprised when Cyrus and Noah decided to go for a swim together to cool off. “Will you be okay here by yourself for a while?” Noah asked me conscientiously once I was cleaned off.

“Oooohhhhh… yeeaaahhhh!” I groaned quietly; a bit dazed but thoroughly happy.

Smiling, both boys walked off out of my sight to take a quick cooling swim. But they didn’t go too far off, and once I had recovered my senses better I could hear them talking as they swam. They probably thought I was out of earshot, but I have unusually good hearing and could clearly hear every word that they said.

“Wow, that kid is sure a lot of fun to hang out with,” Noah was telling Cyrus. “I wish we could spend the whole day right here just sitting on him!”

“Me too!” Cyrus agreed. “Never thought I’d get such a kick out of doing that to someone before, but for some reason it just feels natural doing it to him! But if he likes us as much as we like him, maybe we can meet up with him again later.”

“Let’s ask him when we go back!” Noah suggested. But it was a hot day and the water was cool, and so those two weren’t in any particular hurry to stop swimming. It was a full half hour before they finally came out of the water to rejoin me where I still lay on the ground.

“Enjoy your swim?” I asked facetiously as the two naked, dripping wet boys hunkered down on their heels right beside me.

“Sure did!” Noah replied cheerfully.

“So how about you both sit on me some more rather than just squat there?” I suggested.

“But dude… we’re both dripping wet!” Cyrus protested, but Noah simply shrugged his lanky shoulders and straddled my chest again… soaking wet Speedos and all. They made a distinct *Squish* sound as he sat down.

Shrugging his own shoulders, Cyrus quickly sat behind him (making a second, even louder *Squish* sound); but with his knees up to out more of his body weight on top of me. “Don’t you ever get tired of being tied up and sat on?” he asked me, more out of bemused curiosity rather than any kind of impatience or boredom.

“I’d get tired of breathing first!” I replied frankly. “But I hope you’re not getting tired of this!”

“Nope!” Noah replied as he began squeezing my face between his thighs as Cyrus had done earlier. “We’d like to sit on you all day… but… well, we can’t. We have to go home soon.”

“Aw gee,” I replied with honest disappointment, although with no surprise since I’d overheard their earlier conversation. “Do you have to go so soon?”

“I’m afraid so, Tom!” Noah replied as he found yet another fresh towel to dry himself off with. “But we’d love to get together with you again tomorrow. Where and when can we meet you?”

“Right here, most likely,” I replied with a laugh. “probably still handcuffed to these same trees, or at least somewhere very close by.”

“You mean your friends plan to leave you handcuffed out here for another night?” Cyrus asked me as he toweled himself dry as well.

“If I can talk them into it they will,” I replied with a grin. “Remember, this was my idea, not theirs.”

“But are you sure your friends are coming?” Noah asked as he and Cyrus began putting on the rest of their clothes. “I’d feel bad just leaving you hand-cuffed all alone out here like this all day and night if they didn’t show up.”

“No worries!” I replied as I turned to look upstream. “Here they come now.”

And sure enough, Harry and Nate were coming into sight on their bicycles just as Noah and Cyrus turned to look in the same direction I was facing.

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Speedo Slave » Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:47 am

This seems familiar. Haven't you written about a rich kid that was tied up by people like this before? And this may sound weird coming from me, but I find it funny that almost every boy in this town just happens to have a speedo. :) Still a great story!

Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Jul 13, 2013 8:16 am

Speedo Slave wrote:This seems familiar. Haven't you written about a rich kid that was tied up by people like this before?

Probably. In fact, the original version of the story I think you're thinking of originally involved the same character in this story, before I added certain elements to the Thomas O'Chist character that makes him too distinct from my original portrayal of him. What elements? No spoilers... it'll become clear in later chapters.
Speedo Slave wrote:And this may sound weird coming from me, but I find it funny that almost every boy in this town just happens to have a speedo. :) Still a great story!

You'll probably notice much odder things in this story as it goes along. For instance, there's a reason why Tom always happens to have an extra spare towel or ropes or whatever he wants at the time. It's not (just) lazy story telling; it's a deliberate part of the plot I'm developing (or rather have developed, as I wrote/drew the original version of this story in comic book form something like seven or eight years ago). Also, when I was in Europe, it seemed like every kid who used the local pool wore Speedos. Guess it is (or was at the time) a popular fashion over there. Don't live near any outdoor pools here in the States so I can't tell if that's true here now, but I figure what the heck. It's my story, and as a kid I would've liked seeing boys in speedos anyway, and they're damned easy to draw, so here they are. :D
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jul 14, 2013 12:25 pm

PART 10 - A LAZY SUMMER'S AFTERNOON

Harry and Nate came up to within fifty feet of us when they suddenly noticed that I wasn’t alone. Harry suddenly stopped.

“Hey, Tom,” Harry called out to me when he saw Cyrus and Noah still sitting on me. “Is everything okay over there?”

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But Nate just kept coming. “He’s got two other kids sitting on him. Of course he’s all right!” he observed dryly to Harry as he rode up to within six feet of us and kicked his bike stand down before dismounting. Then he greeted Cyrus and Noah as they stood up and the two pairs of boys introduced themselves.

“Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?” Nate asked Cyrus as they shook hands.

“Yeah, you and your friends tied me to a tree once,” Cyrus pointed out; but he was grinning when he said it. Nate had the grace to look abashed and started to apologize, but Cyrus stopped him with a laugh. “No problem. It was kind of fun, actually… except for the mosquitoes.”

I knew I'd heard Cyrus's name somewhere before; Nate had told me of this same incident two days before. But I hadn't made the connection until now.

“Well, any friend of Tom’s is a friend of ours,” Harry said as he and Noah shook hands. “As I’m sure Tim already said; feel free to come over to sit on him any time you want to.”

“Just one thing,” added Nate hastily; “please don’t tell anyone else about this. Not that we mind sharing Tom with other kids… especially when we’re not around ourselves… but we don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea and try to rescue him against his will.”

“Yeah, he already made it clear to us he likes it right where he is,” Noah replied. “No problem. After all, we don’t want too much competition ourselves.”

“Or too many witnesses either!” added Cyrus with a wry smile.

“Still, couldn’t you stay with us a little while longer?” Nate asked as he removed a rather sizable backpack he’d been carrying. “I’m sure Tom would really enjoy having all four of us sitting on top of him at the same time. Especially while I feed him.”

“What did you bring?” Cyrus asked; apparently hoping to share in the bounty.

“Donuts for a start,” Nate replied as he opened his backpack. “I brought some yesterday too, but just enough for Tom because I hadn’t figured he’d ask to be kept tied up a second night. So this time I brought enough for Tom, Harry and myself for the whole day. I reckon there’s enough left over to share if you’d like.”

Both Noah and Cyrus were somewhat hungry and thirsty by this time, so they agreed to stay with us a while longer. Before long, all four boys were sitting on top of me, with Nate straddling my chest feeding me more donuts and juice drinks. Having had nothing to eat or drink yesterday but what Nate had given me the previous morning, I was a bit of a glutton myself. But Nate urged me to eat and drink my fill, saying I was going to need the energy.

“How much energy am I going to need lying on the ground while you guys sit on me?” I asked wryly as Nate fed me another donut.

“We’ve got a few surprises in store for you today,” Nate told me with a mysterious and rather mischievous grin. “For one thing, you’re going to be moving around a lot today.”

“I am?” I asked; pausing in my chewing. “Why?”

“You’ll find out later,” Nate told me with a smirk. “For now, eat up!” And he shoved another donut hole up to my waiting mouth.

“Darn it Cy,” came Noah’s voice from where he sat on my thighs. “Sounds like we’re gonna miss out on a lot of fun!”

Cyrus made an incoherent noise of agreement as he sat in my belly; apparently too busy stuffing his face with more donuts for a more eloquent reply.

“So why don’t you two stay?” asked Harry as he straddled my shins. “It’s still only nine in the morning. We’ve got the whole day in front of us!”

“Aw, my dad wants to take us both hiking in the mountains this afternoon!” Noah explained. “We were looking forward to it too… that is, until we met Tom. Now I’d rather stay her with you guys! But I don’t want to say ‘No’ to my dad now; he’d want to know why! And what could we tell him? That we want to sit on some kid we met handcuffed to a tree in the woods? That’d go over really smooth I’m sure; even if you didn’t mind us telling anybody!”

“It’s a shame you can’t stay to have more fun with us today, but maybe tomorrow we can all have some fun together the whole afternoon,” Nate suggested.

“You can count on it!” Noah said cheerfully.

Noah and Cyrus soon had to go home, and they exchanged goodbyes with the three of us as they left. “Enjoy your hike!” I called to them as they walked away out of sight.

“Cy and Noah aren’t the only ones going on a hike today!” Nate told me cheerfully as, still straddling my chest, he pull his shirt off. “We’re going on one too.”

I’d forgotten what Nate had told be before, so I started whining. “Awww… you’re going to leave me here all alone just to go hiking?” I wailed; sounding like a spoiled little child even to myself.

“Who says we’re leaving you here?” retorted Harry, who was removing his own shirt. “You’re going with us!”

“I am?” I asked with more enthusiasm but still not too greatly excited about the matter.

“Yeah, and most of the time while you’re walking you’re going to be carrying one of us on your shoulders!” Nate informed me as he retrieved the hand to my handcuffs and ankle-cuffs from my backpack.

“Yeah, and while you carry one of us the other one is going to lead you around on a leash like a pet dog!” Harry now asserted as he now removed a dog’s collar and a leash from his own backpack to emphasize the point.

“Oh! Okay!” I replied with vastly more enthusiasm than before as Nate freed my feet from one tree and then re-hobbled me. “That DOES sound like it’ll be fun! And I must admit that it would feel pretty good to stretch my legs a bit after being bound to these trees for so long, too.”

“You must need to take a piss really bad by now, too.” Nate commented as he freed my hands from the tree, helped me to stand up, and then cuffed my hands back behind me.

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“Now that you mention it, I do,” I replied as Harry was putting the collar on me.

“Just don’t do it while I’m standing in front of you like this,” Harry warned me as he snapped the leash on my collar and gave it a slight experimental tug; “Or I’ll beat you to a pulp!”

I merely grinned wickedly.

“You’d better change your threat into something Tom *wouldn’t* like, Harry!” Nate reminded him as he stood safely behind me.

“You’re right Nate,” Harry retorted hastily, as if he thought I’d really do such a thing. “Okay Tom… you hold it in until we tell you otherwise or we’ll never sit on you again!”

“Yipes!” I exclaimed. “Anything but that!”

I doubted he was serious about his threat to hit me or to stop siting on me, and I’m sure they knew I was house-broken by then, but it was fun to exchange comments as if I was truly their prisoner rather than just play-acting anyway.

“You ready to take me for a pony ride now?” Nate asked from behind me.

I turned around to look at him with a ready answer on my lips and stopped. While I was facing away from him, Nate had stripped off all of his clothes and he now stood before me bare-naked.

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“Heck, yeah Lady Godiva!” I replied eagerly. “I’m more than ready!’

“That’s Lord Godiva to you, my faithful steed!” Nate told me with a straight face.

“Yes, Lord Godiva!” I answered back with an equally straight face. Then the both of us broke out in laughter. At the same time, Harry removed his pants as well, back remained in boxer shorts rather than go the Full Monty like Nate did. He also kept his socks and sneakers on as well, since he didn’t want to go on a long hike barefoot like I was. Nate was barefoot now too, but presumably he wouldn’t be doing much walking on his own.

“Fine then,” Harry added as he tapped me on the shoulder with a switch he’d just made on the spot. “Then kneel down so that Nate can climb up on your shoulders. You expect him to climb up on you like a monkey?”

I wouldn’t have minded that, and I’m sure Nate was quite capable of it. But Harry’s unspoken point was that Nate shouldn’t have to do the work of climbing on my shoulders; I was the steed and I was supposed to accommodate my rider as much as possible. I certainly didn’t mind this either, and so I got down on my knees as readily as I could – cuffed and hobbled as I was.

“Whew! Getting down on my knees wasn’t very easy while I’m all chained up like this,” I said out loud; more to make conversation than because I had any non-existent complaints about it. I definitely was in no mood to complain as Nate climbed up onto my shoulders and proceeded to wrap his long, slender, naked legs around me.

“Getting up again will be even harder; especially with me on your shoulders,” Nate pointed out as he wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders to steady himself.

“But I’ll help you if you have too much trouble getting up,” Harry offered as he tapped my buttocks with his makeshift switch again. It was obvious that his help wasn’t referring to an offer of giving me to bracing hand to help me stand up.

“If your ‘help’ involves whipping me into shape, that’s only likely to make me pretend to have even more trouble standing up than I’m really having, you know!” I pointed out with a grin.

“No, this whip is your reward,” Harry clarified. “You get it only if you get up on your own!”

“Oh! Well, in that case…” I replied cheerfully, and then with a surge of effort managed to get myself onto my feet unassisted. Not easy when you’re hobbled as well as having your hands cuffed behind you, while a 14-year-old boy is riding on your shoulders. But I managed it, although the feel of Nate’s uncovered boyhood pressing tightly right on the back of my back almost caused me to lose my concentration and fall like a ton of bricks. I was determined not to let that happen; not because I minded having a naked Nate land on top of me but because I was afraid he might get hurt in the process.

Harry proceeded to whip my back and legs with his makeshift switch. He aimed for my buttocks too but my shorts gave me too much protection in that area. Then, deciding for himself to rectify this situation, Harry unfastened the snaps of my shorts and let them drop down to my ankles. This not only further exposed my bare buttocks for direct punishment but further hobbled me, as my ankle-cuffs prevented them from coming off me altogether. That fact that I was NOW naked and exposed didn’t bother me at all.

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Harry whipped me with enthusiasm as I cried out. “OW! OH! OOW! YEOW!” I screeched. “Aaahhh!” I sighed. “That feels so good!”

“Well, twenty lashes are all you get for right now,” Harry told me as he put his arm down and carried his switch like a baton. “Maybe later on we can tie you facing a tree and I can beat you real good if you want… like that guy in Roots or something. Now let’s begin our walk.”

Harry led the way; keeping to a pace I could easily follow despite the triple restrictions of being hobbled, barefoot and carrying Nate’s weight. The hobbles were set for a reasonably long stride; I could walk normally but could not run even had I not been carrying anyone. Not that running away Nate and Harry was something I even remotely considered at any point. Being hobbled was simply part of the fun for all of us. In any case, they didn’t slow me down much, and in fact I was able to keep pace with Harry at a fairly good clip – if going somewhat more slowly than I would have if walking alone and unfettered.

“You make a fine horse, Tom!” Nate said to me as we walked along; his arms around the top of my head and his legs clamped firmly to the sides of my face. “We’ll have to make a point of riding you every day to make sure you get some regular exercise!” As he said this, he shifted his weight slightly, and his boyhood pressed against the back of my neck even harder than ever – which along with his suggestion made a certain part of ME even harder than ever too!

“Hold on, Nate!” Harry spoke us as he continued to lead me down a deserted forest trail on my leash. “You’re jumping the gun a little, aren’t you? We don’t know that Tom wants to stay tied up after today, now do we?”

Had Harry forgotten my assurances from yesterday?

Nate apparently hadn’t. He began playing with my hair and asked, “Aw, you want us to keep you tied up, don’t you Tom?”

“Sure I do!” I assured him; “for just as long as you guys are willing to keep coming back here to spend time with me.”

“Well, I’m perfectly happy to keep doing this all summer if you want us to,” Harry assured me cheerfully as he gave my leash a tug to encourage me to walk even faster. “But are you sure no one is going to miss you or come looking for you?”

“We had this conversation already!” I reminded him. “I’m sure! You guys have me all to yourselves for as long as you’re willing to keep me!”

“There!” Nate told Harry smugly. “You see? He wants us to keep him like this! I just wish I could take him home with me so I could play with him all night too!”

“I don’t imagine your parents would be too keen on that ide!” I pointed out.

“Why do you think we don’t take you home with us?” Harry asked dryly. “Anyway, there’s a load more privacy way out here. No one out here to see us.”

At this point I decided I needed to pee. I didn’t ask to step aside out of sight of the others though. I simply found a convenient spot downhill and downwind of us, stopped, stood, aimed, and without a trace of self-consciousness let go. Nate (still riding my shoulders) and Harry (still holding the leash to my collar) watched me as if I were simply a dog doing his business. Once I was done, we proceed on our way.

“If you need to do number two though, let me know first so I can dismount,” Nate said to me.

“No worries. I’m good,” I assured him.

“You know, it’s a lot of fun having a kid who’s older and bigger than me for some kind of pet!” Nate told us. “Just the thought of it is making me horny!”

“I know!” I replied with a grin. “I can feel your boner rubbing against the back of my neck!”

“Looks to me like we’re all getting a hard on!” Harry observed dryly as he looked down his own front. I saw what he meant; the tent forming inside his boxers was quite noticeable!

By this time we had reached a secluded little glade a considerable distance from our original meeting place. It was a small field filled with grass and flowers and surrounded by trees on all sides. To one side you could see past the trees to a stretch of forest far below us; we’d been climbing higher and further than I’d realized despite my handicaps. It was just about the most peaceful and scenic spot one could ask for.

“This is a nice little spot!” Harry said; echoing my thoughts. “I vote we have some fun right here!”

“Okay,” Nate agreed. “Let’s take him to that maple tree just ahead of us.”

My wishes weren’t consulted of course; my agreement was simply assumed. Just as well.

Harry led me to face an maple tree about twenty feet tall, with a trunk over a foot in diameter and splitting into a series of widely flung branches just above my eye level. As soon as we got close, Nate grabbed a thick branch just above us, hauled himself up with his arms, swung away from me, and dropped to the ground in a series of quick, lithe movements – eliminating any need to make me kneel so he could dismount.

Harry handed him my handcuff keys, and Nate proceeded to unlock one of my wrists.

“Why are you undoing my cuffs, Nate?” I asked out of curiosity. “You guys can just lay me down on my back with my hands cuffed behind me when you sit on me…”

‘We’re not doing that yet, Tom,” Nate told me as he unfastened my cuffs and then climbed up into the maple tree with them in his hand. Meanwhile, Harry tugged on my leash and urged me to step forward toward the tree and underneath the large branch Nate was climbing into. Once I was within arm’s reach of the tree, Harry had me stop and causally tied the free end of the leash to the tree trunk to tether me to it.

“Lift your hands up to me, Tom” Nate told me from where he perched on the branch. The base of it was about waist high to me and further branched off at just above eye level right in front of me. I complied with Nate’s request. He moved my wrists to either side of the branch in front of me just above where it split so that my arms enfolded one of the sub branches. Nate immediately locked the handcuffs back around my wrists; trapping them in place so that I could not lower my arms. My feet were still firmly on the ground though, so I wasn’t at all uncomfortable.

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“Well, this looks like a lot of fun already,” I commented cheerfully as Nate tightened the handcuffs on my wrists. “What’s the object of the game?”

“Harry and I are going to take turns beating you with switches,” Nate explained to me as he selected a makeshift switch of his own growing right where he was perched and tore it off. “The one who can make you beg for mercy first gets a blow job.”

“What’s the point of that?” I asked mildly as Nate hopped down from the tree to stand beside Harry. “I’ll gladly give you both blow jobs anyway!”

“Except that the prize here will be given by the loser, not by you,” harry further explained as he swung his own switch experimentally. “And the prize will be collected later tonight when Nate comes to my house for an overnight visit, rather than right now!”

I was disappointed; I wished *I* could visit these two at their homes. “Awww… don’t I get anything out of it?” I asked mournfully.” Besides the whipping, I mean.”

“Sure!” Nate told me with a mischievous grin. “The loser has to give you a blow job too!”

Oh! Well, that was cool! Now I was even more eager for the whipping to get started!

Nate and Harry took turns whipping me. As I was told the whipping would stop the moment I cried out, I did my best to stay silent for as long as possible so that the whipping could go on indefinitely… or at least until their arms got too tired, anyway. But the contest ended sooner than I expected when I yelled in sheet agony from one particular stroke after I don’t know how many others. I didn’t keep count but it must have been well over a hundred before I inadvertently declared a winner.

“I swear I didn’t fix the contest, Harry!” I said apologetically as the older teen knelt down in front of me, wrapped his arms around my legs in a hug, and proceeded to pay off his forfeit. “Nate caught me square in the balls from behind with that one! I had no choice but to beg for mercy!” I tried to use my arms to gesture, but they were still handcuffed in place so that I could not move them much or bring them down at all.

Nate was laughing unsympathetically at Harry’s plight. “Don’t feel sorry for him, Tom!” he told me as he watched Harry perform. “The stupid bet was all his idea anyway. He was just hoping to finally get his first cock-sucking from me, but his plan backfired! Serves him right, too! He shouldn’t’ have bet for something he couldn’t deal with doing himself.”

I looked down; Harry didn’t really seem to be all that reluctant about what he was doing as far as *I* could see… but I decided that it would be tactless to point this out and so I kept silent. He was doing a very good job of it too. Either Nate was not his only partner, they’d done it together more times than I’d thought, or Harry was simply a very fast learner. It wasn’t long before I was feeling a surge of more than just gratitude for the services being rendered.

Unfortunately my eye was quicker than Harry’s hands, and he wasn’t able to undock in time.

My apologies were as profuse as the mess that Harry proceeded to clean off of me and himself.

“Don’t worry Tom, I believe you,” Harry told me as we wiped me off with Mother Nature’s own towels; namely a large species of leaves that grew in the area. “But I’m still going to get you in the end!” Harry added with a smirk.

I soon discovered that Harry meant this quite literally as, with my body still tethered securely in place so that I could not move away from where I stood, Harry walked up behind me, pulled his boxer shorts down, and suddenly embraced me tightly from behind. His groin was suddenly firmly clamped onto my posterior. “Sorry,” he apologized in his turn, “but I didn’t bring the Vaseline!”

“Oohhh!” I began to moan; but not from any particular distress I was feeling about the situation.

“But you don’t care that I didn’t bring any Vaseline with me, do you?” Harry asked casually as sheathed his weapon inside the scabbard of my butt cheeks.

“Oooohhhh!” I moaned again even louder, but with no sign of negation or denial whatsoever.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” Harry added as thrust and stabbed his target over and over again.

All I could think of to say was, “Drill, baby, drill!”

At the same time, his hands weren’t idle. They were caressing my middle and groin area until; finally, they closed upon my own limp drill and started to massage it. Despite my recent climax, I began getting very hard again very rapidly.

Harry as thrusting harder and faster. “Drill it! Drill it!” I moaned like a woman.

And drill he did, until he got a gusher.

Two actually; I came again just as he did.

“Sorry,” I apologized yet again as Harry started to shake my spunk off of his hand.

“It’s okay,” Harry replied nonchalantly as he cleaned us off again with more of Mother’s nature’s leafy bounty. “It was worth it.”

Once he was done, Nate unlocked my handcuffs, relocked my wrists behind me, untethered my leash from the tree, and lay me on the ground. He then immediately straddled my chest and began to pleasure himself. “You don’t mind if I get *my* spunk all over *you*, do you?” he asked me casually.

“Not at all, Nate!” I replied cheerfully.” Go for it!”

And soon after that I was wearing a pearl jam necklace.

Once Nate was done decorating me, Harry (who was still naked himself) climbed aboard behind him and straddled my belly. With the two of them on top of me like that, I was feeling very mellow. And very sleepy too; the day was hot and sunny and I hadn’t gotten very much sleep the night before. I began to wonder if Nate and Harry had either, because they were both looking fairly sleepy themselves.

Nate stretched his lithe, naked body like a cat after he and Harry had been sitting on me a while. “It’s such a beautiful day, I feel like taking a nap!”

“Me too!” Harry agreed as he stood up. “So why don’t we? Tom’s in no hurry to go anywhere. Are you, Tom?”

Before I could answer, Nate suddenly stretched out and lay on top of my right side; hugging me with his arms and legs. Then Harry crouched down and lay on top of my other side, so that both boys were lying naked on top of me; embracing me and each other as well. They provided a warm, living blanket that, despite the heat of the afternoon, I wouldn’t have parted with then for a million dollars.

“You know, to be honest, I’d like a little nap myself!” I told them mildly.

Nate and Harry both smiled, closed their eyes, sighed contentedly, breathed softly, and just continued to lay there on top of me. Within moments, both were fast asleep on top of me. I, on the other hand, no longer felt all that sleepy. I just lay there and enjoyed the moment; for as many moments as I could make it last. To that end I remained motionless in order to not disturb their restful slumber.

I decided right then and there that life just didn’t get better than this!

TBC
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jul 15, 2013 3:04 pm

PART 11 - BOY SCOUT GAMES

I didn’t intend to lay there underneath Nate and Harry all afternoon, but that’s just what happened. At some point early in the afternoon, I must have nodded off myself, because it was suddenly much later in the afternoon when I heard a small cry of annoyance from Nate as he shook Harry and me awake.

“Look at the sun!” Nate was exclaiming as he stood up. “It’s way to hell over to the west. We must’ve slept the entire afternoon away!”

Nate was correct. Where we had been lying more or less in direct sunlight (with some shade provided by branches that stretched overhead), we were now deep in the shade and the sun well down toward the western horizon. It was considerably cooler than it had been, though still warm enough even with our current lack of clothing. We still had some hours of daylight left since it was mid-June and were experiencing the longest days of the year, but even so both Nate and Harry were due home soon. Nate’s plans to walk me all around the local woods were cut short as a result; at least for that day.

“We just have time to take you back to the stream before we have to go home,” Harry told me as he and Nate helped me back up into a standing position.

“That’s assuming of course that you still want us to tie you up there for another night,” Nate added.

“I do as long as you’ll come back in the morning,” I replied cheerfully.

“I figured as much,” Nate replied just as cheerfully. “We can feed you again first too; there’s still some food we brought back there. You must be pretty hungry and thirsty again by now. I now *I* am!”

“I could use some more chow,” I admitted.

“Okay then, camel… kneel down again to pick up a rider!” Nate bid me with a grin.

I got down on my knees as I was bid, but then I got a bit of a surprise. Instead of Nate climbing onto my shoulders, Harry did – while Nate was taking the leash affixed to my dog collar to lead me along back to the stream. Not that I minded carrying another naked boy on my shoulders through the woods, but Harry was considerably heavier than Nate - about my own size in fact – and more of a challenge to carry anywhere. But I was game to try. Getting to my feet with Harry on my shoulders just about exhausted me though, and I needed a few moments to recover some energy before I could proceed.

Nate was wearing Harry’s socks and sneakers so that he didn’t have to walk barefoot, while Harry didn’t need them while riding on my shoulders. Harry’s shoes were a bit loose on his smaller feet, but not too much so. Therefore, he tried to set a reasonably fast pace on the trail back to the stream. Apparently the pace I could manage was noticeably slower than it’d been coming out however, because Nate began to comment on it only five minutes into our return trip. “Having trouble carrying Harry, are you?” he asked wryly.

“He’s (grunt!) a bit (unh!) heavier (oof!) than (ork!) you are, (huff!) but (Umph!) I don’t (puff!) mind! (wheeze!) Really!” I stammered as I tottered along like an old man under Harry’s weight.

“If you think you might be about to collapse out from under me,” Harry said to me in a warning voice; “you’d better say so before it happens!”

“No (ooh!) problem! (Gasp!) I could (grunt!) carry you (oohh!) all day! Unh!” I boasted.

“Yeah?” Nate asked with a mischievous grin. “Let’s try that tomorrow!”

I simply groaned silently; me and my big mouth!

But the sheer pleasure of having someone like Harry clamp his muscular (and only slightly hairy as yet) legs against my face as he rode soon gave me renewed vigor, and as we were soon also going downhill as well, the return trip soon continued more smoothly. By the time we reached the stream again, I was feeling strong enough to keep going.
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But Harry and Nate didn’t have the time for that. They freed me so I could take care of my sanitary needs in private (at a spot well away from where I’d be tied down for the night) while they got dressed. Then they chained me back up to the same trees as before, straddled me again, and took turns feeding me some goodies they’d brought. Nate had some ham sandwiches and juice drinks (both still well-chilled thanks to being in a thermos container with some ‘blue ice’ packs to keep them cold), while Harry fed me some chips and then a candy bar. Neither of them ate anything as they’d be having supper at home before much longer, so they gave me all that I could eat.

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Once I was full, they gagged me again with my now rather gamey and grimy shirt, said their good nights to me, climbed onto their bikes, waved to me, and rode off into the sunset – well, into the two-hours-before-sunset sun, at any rate.

The rest of the day passed pretty quietly, and it got dark without my seeing or hearing another soul... just an occasional squirrel and a few birds. Then, just as it was getting full dark and I was trying to compose myself to go to sleep, I saw the glow of a flashlight in the distance.

No; make those two flashlights. They were close together, coming from the same direction Cy and Noah had the night before, and coming towards me. I figured it was Cy and Noah again; perhaps coming to pay me another visit sooner than I’d expected. But as the lights got closer and I could make out the sounds of boys’ voices, I realized I was mistaken. These weren’t Cyrus and Noah. They weren’t Harry, Nate, or Wayne either. These were entirely new voice altogether… and this time there were three of them. As they got closer, I could make out distinct words.

“We’re almost at the campsite I told you about!” the boy closest to me said.

“It’s about time, Corey!” groused the boy just behind him. “We should’ve set up camp *before* it got dark!”

“Yeah!” a voice considerably in the rear of the other two (whose silhouettes I could now see) said complainingly. “This campsite of yours had better be something special!”

“It is!” the boy named Corey proclaimed just as his flashlight shone upon me. “It’s… it… what the devil?!” he exclaimed as he came to such a sudden stop the boy behind him careened right into him.

Recovering himself with a mutter, the second walked around Corey to see what the matter was and stopped dead in his own tracks. There was total silence for a moment. “Holy shit, Corey!” the second boy exclaimed in disbelief. “Is this what you meant by this place being special?”

I looked at the two boys against the glare of the flashlight; all I could make out was that both were about my size and both wore boy scout uniforms. By this time the third boy (the same size and dressed the same way as the other two) had caught up to the other two and had gotten a good look at me. “I don’t think the scout-master would approve of this Corey!” he commented with a straight face, but he was obviously struggling not to burst out laughing.

“Yeah!” chimed in the second boy. “How do you expect to get your merit badge for tying knots if you use handcuffs?!” he quipped.

“Quit joking!” Corey retorted; apparently more than a trifle annoyed, as the three gathered around me. “*I* didn’t do this! I had no idea anyone was out here – let alone handcuffed to a couple of trees!”

“Well, how are we gonna get this guy free from these handcuffs?” asked the second boy with the flashlight as he crouched beside me and proceeded to remove my gag.

“I dunno!” Corey retorted with some exasperation. “None of us has a merit badge for lock-picking, now do we?”

“Don’t worry about that!” I chimed in as the third boy removed my gag. “I don’t want to be freed from these handcuffs!”

“You don’t?” Corey exclaimed with understandable surprise as he knelt down on the other side of my head from the boy who had removed my gag. “Why in hell not? You some kind of nut?!”

“Uhhh… I’m trying to win a bet!” I lied with what I hoped was a beguiling grin.

“A bet?” asked the third boy as he squatted down on his heels beside Corey to look at me.

“Uh, yeah!” I replied; thinking fast. “You see, my friends left me here alone all night on a bet! I bet them $100 I could get free of these handcuffs by the time they get back here tomorrow morning. I’m not supposed to have any help doing it. The bet doesn’t say I can’t have company though, if you fellows want to make camp here for the night!”

The boy scouts just stared at me for a moment.

“Sounds like a pretty dopey bet to me!” one boy commented.

“I dunno,” retorted another. “My brother’s told me of even dumber ones he’s done in college.”

“Anyway, I reckon keeping him company might count as a good deed!” Corey added. “And this IS pretty close to where we were going, so we may as well stay here.”

His companions looked slightly chagrined at this and pulled Corey back away from me. The three of them retreated a short distance to have a private powwow. If they thought they were safely out of earshot however, they were mistaken; my unusually keen ears picked up every word that they said.

“Gee whiz, Corey!” the other one of them with a flashlight muttered into Corey’s ear. “I thought the whole idea of this camping trip was to have some quality time alone together. If we stay around where this kid can watch us all the time, how are we going to… well… you know…”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, Pete!” Corey replied softly. “That kid’s story is obviously a ruse. I think he was left out here because he gets off on being tied up! If so, then maybe he’ll play along with us! Even if not, he’ll probably keep our secret in order to make sure that we keep his!”

The third boy, named Frank, simply shrugged his shoulders and expressed no objections. Pete decided to acquiesce with reasonably good grace.

Corey and Pete proceeded to set up a tent (considerably larger than the tent Nate and Harry had set up for me and which a sudden wind storm had shredded) while Frank set up a campfire close (but not too close) to me. “This will help keep you warm, kid!” Frank told me cheerfully as he got the fire lit. “Getting pretty cool now.”

“Please call me Tom, Frank!” I replied. “And I’ve got another idea about how you can keep me warm, if you’re willing to give it a try.”

And sure enough, once Corey and Pete had set up their tent, all three boys were sitting on top of me as casually as if I was just a park bench. All three sat sideways, which their knees tucked up and their arms resting on them, talking amiably with me and among themselves.
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All three were the same age (15), about the same size as me (Corey a bit taller but thinner, Pete a bit shorter but stockier, Frank about my height and weight of 160 cm and 60 kg). All three were handsome of face, with little to distinguish between them. Corey had black hair and blue eyes, Frank had light brown hair and dark green eyes, and Pete’s hair was dark brown like mine but he had brown eyes as well instead of blue.

“Well, I can see how the three of us sitting on top of you keeps you warmer,” Corey commented as he sat on my chest and looked down over his shoulder at me.

“You’re certainly a lot more comfortable to sit on than the ground or anything else around, too!” Pete declared as he sat on my belly.

“But are you sure this isn’t too uncomfortable for you?” asked Frank as he sat atop my thighs.

“Hell yeah, I’m sure!” I replied happily. “I’m actually enjoying this very much.”

Corey looked at me thoughtfully, slowly rotated his body until he was facing me, and then knelt down until his thighs were on either side of my head and his knees resting on my arms and shoulders. He started to play with the buttons on his shirt. “(Whew!) That fire IS getting pretty hot,” he suddenly declared. “You don’t mind if I take my shirt off, do you Tom?”

“Of course not!” I replied quickly; ill-concealing my eagerness for just that. “All of you please make yourselves as comfortable as you can.”

Corey smiled, immediately unbuttoned his shirt, and casually tossed it away to reveal a slender and pleasingly toned upper body. Pete and Frank quickly followed suit and tossed their own shirts to one side (none but Pete wore T-shirts underneath, and he immediately took that off as well); revealing athletic torsos equally pleasing at look at.

“There! That feels a whole lot better!” Corey said to me as he smiled in my direction, kneeling hands on hips and shaking his head to toss his somewhat long, unruly hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah… it looks a whole lot better too!” I couldn’t help but comment aloud.

“Yeah, it is a pretty warm night after all, isn’t it?” Pete asked rhetorically. “Maybe we should change into the scouts shorts we packed along with us.”

“Aw, screw it!” declared Frank as he proceeded to pull his socks and shoes off. “Let’s just strip down to our undershorts!”

“Yeah, why not?” Corey replied agreeably. “Tom said to make ourselves as comfortable as we can, now didn’t he?!”

And without further hesitation, all three stripped down to wearing just boxer shorts and resumed sitting on me; this time all three straddling me rather than sitting sideways but in the same relative positions as before.

I had been very warm; now I was getting goose-bumps all over me again. I even shivered; but from anticipation rather than any chill I felt from the cool night air. All three boys had lean, trimly muscular legs; Corey’s somewhat longer and thinner than mine while Pete’s were shorter and thicker. Frank’s legs were much like mine but, like his torso, noticeably but not greatly hairier.
Corey had some leg hairs growing in as well; fewer than Pete had but they much darker. If Pete had any body hair it was too sparse or too light (or both) to see on his trim, well-tanned form.

“You’re feeling chilly on a warm night like this?” Corey asked me teasingly as he shifted his body onto my upper chest in a kneeling position. “Well, maybe you need a little massaging!” And before I knew it, his thighs suddenly clamped tightly on my face and squeezed – hard. He squeezed, released slightly, squeezed again, released, and kept alternating like that. He also moved his thighs up and down slightly and even moved them hard left and right together (moving my head in between right along with them); kneading my cheek muscles with his leg muscles. It was… extremely relaxing.

“How’s that/” he asked me as he continued massaging my face with his thighs.

“Mm-mm… you definitely have hot legs!” I told him wryly. This got playful laughter from all three of my new companions.

Corey tuned to look at the others behind him as he continued clamping my face between his bare thighs. “Hey, fellas! Let’s demonstrate the warming-up technique we were taught how to use on sad frostbite victims.”

“Huh?” Frank asked blankly. “Sad?”

Pete nudged him and whispered so softly in his ear I couldn’t make out the words. “Ooohh… sad!” he said in sudden comprehension. “Got it!” he declared cheerfully.

All three took their weight off me but continued to hover over my body as they each sought a particular part of me. I thought they were going to massage me. Instead, Frank began to stroke the soles of my feet, Pete began stroking the insides of my thighs, and Corey (who hovered over me with his posterior less than a foot away from my face) vigorously stroked my sides and belly button.

All three of them were tickling the crap out of me!!!
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“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I went between the occasional shrill scream and desperate gasp for breath. “Eeeeee!! EEEEEEEE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Gasp!) BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

My body went through some interesting contortions as I vainly tried to elude those tickling fingers. But as my ankles were locked around one tree, my wrists around another, and I had three other boys my size pinning me down, all but futile wriggling was impossible.

“It sure sounds like he’s enjoying the demonstration, Corey!” Frank commented as he continued to relentlessly tickle my feet; making me shake my legs frantically as if I were trying to run.

“I don’t know if it’s really warming him up though!” Pete added dryly as he found some especially ticklish spots closer to my groin. This made me gyrate something awful, and also make me shake all over my body as if I was receiving electrical shocks.

“That wasn’t really the point though, was it?” Corey retorted cheerfully as he gave tickling my trapped underarms a try, and got a new burst of frantic writhing and laughing from me. This caused me to twist and turn my body back and forth like a giant corkscrew; pulling almost painfully at my trapped wrists and ankles.

I soon reached the point where I started to fear that I was about to wet myself, and so I did something I rarely if ever do anymore.

I pleaded for mercy.

Or at least I tried to.

“OH NO!” I wailed. “HAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD, THAT TICKLES! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE, STOP! HAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! HAHAHAHA! EEEEEE! NO! EEEEE-HEHEHEHEHEHE! HELP! HAHAHA! GASP! HELP! EEEEEEE! EEEEEEHEHE! I CAN’T STAND IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEE! EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! GASP!”

But Corey and the others relentlessly tickled me for a full ten minutes, and I thought I was about ready to collapse from sheer exhaustion when they finally stopped.

“Okay,” Corey said to me as he continued to hover over my head and I started to catch my breath. “Since you’re so hyper-ticklish, we’ll let you have a breather and give you a real rubdown to help relax you.”

And at that all three of them began to give me a massage; Frank massaged my shins, Pete my thighs, and Corey my belly and chest. “That feels cool!” I told them while I was still gasping for air from my recent ordeal. “Now if I can just catch my breath after laughing so hard for so long.”

“Which reminds me… I have a solution for all that noise you’re making,” Corey told me. And before I knew what was happening, he settled his body down gently and, still kneeling, sat on my face.

“There! That’ll keep you quiet!” Corey commented to the laughter of the other two boys.
“Does that help you catch your breath?”

“Yeaf!” I replied as coherently as I could. “Fang gew!”

“Uhh… you’re welcome!” Corey replied cheerfully; apparently a bit surprised but adjusting quickly to the idea that I didn’t mind what he was doing to me after all.

“Well, if he’s enjoying having you sit on his face like that, I wonder how he’d feel about a genital message?” Pete asked aloud as he straddled my thighs.

“A what?” Corey asked blankly. Then, apparently reacting to something I could not see, continued, continued, “Oh! You mean a hand job!”

And indeed at the same time I felt gentle hands undo the snap on my shorts, pull down my fly, and gently extricate what awaited them there. At the same time, Pete began to idly whistle a tune that sounded like the kind of music a snake charmer uses to make cobras dance or weave inside their baskets. I don’t know how much the music had to do with it, but those gentle hands were definitely arousing the interest of my snake; it rose up straight and almost seemed to weave idly from side to side as Frank continued to charm it.

“I don’t think Tom has much objection!” Corey commented idly as he continued to pin my face down to the ground with his posterior. His knees were pressed lightly against my sides, and his hands playing idly but not painfully with my nips. I think he was enjoying the show.

So was I, even though I couldn’t actually see it with my own eyes. I began moaning in ecstasy.

“Yeah, he definitely isn’t objecting to that!” Frank said with a laugh. “Let’s see how he likes this,” he continued as the sound of his voice shifted location to somewhere beside me. I then heard him kneel down beside me. I didn’t know what he was doing for a moment, until I suddenly felt a set of lips close down upon my snake’s head – and what felt like another snake gently rubbing itself all along my snake from head to tail!

“WHOOOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!” I moaned even louder than before.

“I don’t think Tom has any objection to that either!” Pete, who of course had stopped charming my snake, idly commented as he continued to straddle my legs. Both he and Corey seemed to enjoy watching Frank give my snake a thorough licking, because neither boy made any further comment; they just continued sitting on me in rapt silence as Frank continued his work.

Between the excitement of my current situation and the stimulation I was receiving, Frank very quickly succeeded in milking my snake of its venom!

TBC
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jul 18, 2013 1:44 pm

PART 12 - MORE "SIMON SAYS"

“So, how are you enjoying our company so far?” Corey asked me cheerfully as he got off my face and resumed straddling my upper chest, facing me. Pete squatted on my belly immediately behind him, while Frank straddled my legs and was vigorously cleaning me off. However, I was still hyper-stimulated and ticklish as a result, so all I could was simply laugh like a little child on Christmas morning who had just discovered Santa must have thought him a very nice child indeed, and writhe around like a snake. The boys riding on top of me found this amusing as well apparently, and encouraged me to keep it up.

“Man, I think you guys are terrific,” I exclaimed happily once the inadvertent tickling had stopped and I was able to settle down. “Wow, and all this time I thought boy scouts were just a bunch of straight-laced, no-fun, good-two-shoes! Boy, did you guys ever prove me wrong!”

“Well, the three of us *do* enjoy activities that you won’t find mentioned in the Boy Scout Handbook or Boy’s Life, that’s for sure,” Corey asserted with a sardonic smirk.

“Even so, if I’d known I’d find fun guys like you there, I might’ve joined the Boy Scouts a hun – uhhh… a few years ago,” I replied with a grin; hoping they wouldn’t notice my faux pas.

Apparently they did not. “We’re glad you approve,” Corey replied as he shifted his legs to tighten his thighs against my face. “We weren’t sure how you’d react when you found out we were all gay; considering your current position.”

“Yeah, but we figured anyone who lets himself be handcuffed to a tree and left alone all night but be a pretty fun guy,” added Frank.

“Got any ideas for any other games you’d like to play with us?” Pete asked me.

“Yeah, we know all sorts of games,” added Corey. “If you have any preferences, we’d probably be happy to oblige.”

“Hmmm… how about Simon Says?” I suggested.

The three boys looked at one another, smiled knowingly, and looked back down at me. “Well, it sounds interesting to us. What does Simon say?”

I hesitated only for a moment; nothing ventured, nothing gained. “Simon says… all three of you step out of your undershorts and sit on top of me naked.”

I halfway expected a protest - perhaps even a physical assault if I’d judged the situation badly enough but was prepared to deal with any physical consequences imposed by three outraged teenaged boys. I *was* a dedicated masochist, after all. However, the boys didn’t protest at all. In fact, they smiled as if they had fully expected such a request – which they probably had – and immediately complied with it. Within moments, all three had removed their boxer shorts and resumed their places upon my recumbent form in their birthday suits.

Corey was straddling my chest again, and for a moment I paused as I enjoyed my close-up view of his rather well-developed equipment. Seeing my evident admiration for his tools, Corey merely knelt there; smiling patiently as he awaited Simon’s next saying.

“Simon says: Corey, let me suck your cock!” I soon said.

“Wow! He doesn’t waste any time, does he?” Pete asked; with evident admiration for my chutzpah rather than from any intent at sarcasm.

“A kid after my own heart!” Frank added softy.

“Gosh Tom,” Corey said as he complied with my request with a wide grin; “where have you been my whole life?”

My mouth was by then too full to answer. This was just as well, as even if I had dared to give him an honest answer he would never have believed it. I just made an “I don’t know” kind of sound as I glommed onto his offering and began to tongue-wrestle it.

“Ohhh…” Corey began to moan. “OOHHH! Ohhh, man! Fellas! This kid is giving me the best blow job I’ve *ever* had!”

“Wow! And that means something coming from *you*!” Pete observed dryly. “I can hardly wait for *my* turn!”

“Me neither!” Frank replied. “It’s a shame though that we don’t have the keys to his handcuffs so we can turn him over. I’ve always preferred to get my rocks off through the back door myself.”

Made a mental note of that and then finished Corey off. With a squeal of contentment, he flung himself off of me, rolled onto the grass on his back, and continued to stroke himself as he lay there – still moaning in ecstasy. “Oohhh! That felt so goooooood!” he exclaimed sotto voce.

Pete moved himself up from squatting on my belly to straddling my chest; immediately putting his own probing tool within range of my mouth without even being asked. “Before we start though, how do you feel about ‘69’”, he asked me hopefully.

“I think it’s a very nice number,” I replied sincerely. “If that’s what you want, go for it.” Pete smiled as he swung his body around to lie on top of mine; face down with his groin in my face and my groin in his.

At the same time Frank got off of my legs (even though he still had plenty of room there) to see to Corey as if he thought he was in pain rather than enduring an overload of ecstasy. But Corey just nodded his head, grinned, and lay there in evident contentment and apparently feeling too weak to move either. Frank turned to look back in my direction, to see Pete and I already fully engaged with each other. Apparently feeling that my legs offered too close a view and from the wrong angle, he looked around for another. More favorable but still comfortable vantage point.

Corey still lay on the ground beside him and moaned softly; his eyes closed tight but with a blissful smile on his face. Frank looked down at him, shrugged his shoulders, turned around… and then sat down on Corey’s belly sideways as if he were a mere log or a rock.

Corey’s eyes flew open and he stared at Frank in puzzlement, but his body remained limp, relaxed, and almost unmoving. “Why are you sitting on *me*?” he asked, although his voice was full of curiosity rather than anger.

“There’s no room on Tom while Pete is playing with him,” Frank replied in a reasonable tone as he rested his lanky arms atop his upraised knees. “And since you were lying down and looked more comfy to sit on than the ground, well… I figured why not?” He looked at Corey in thoughtful silence for a few moments before belatedly adding, “You don’t mind, do you?”

Corey took longer than Frank had expected to think of a reply. “Not really, I guess,” he finally decided. “But I’ve got a better idea where we can both sit. Help me up and I’ll show you.”

Initially suspicious, Frank stood up, bent over, and helped a still rather-limp Corey to his feet. Then both walked over to us, where my face was smothered beneath Pete’s groin, his face was buried in mine, our torsos all but locked together, and our legs sticking out in opposite directions – Pete’s somewhat sprawled out while mine were of course cuffed together. We were each fully absorbed in what we were doing and were pretty well oblivious to anyone and anything else.

Somewhat less wobbly now, Corey stepped over us both and sat down on Pete’s lower back – facing Pete’s buttocks and my head below. This had the effect of pressing Pete’s lower body into my face – and his tool into my mouth… something to which I had no objection.

Grinning, Frank likewise stepped over Pete’s body and, facing in the opposite direction from Corey, sat down on Pete’s upper back and shoulders; pressing his friend’s body and face further into my groin. Pete also seemed to have no objection, but simply carried on with what he was doing.

“Isn’t this romantic?” Corey asked dryly.

“Yeah,” Agreed Frank. “This is getting me hornier by the moment! I’ll be glad when Pete finally finishes his turn.”

There was a sudden spasm in both bodies underneath them, and then their mounts went limp and started moaning.

“I think he just finished,” Corey commented unnecessarily as he stood up again.

“I think they both did,” stated Frank as he got his weight off us as well.

“Yep!” was Pete’s only comment as he more or less staged away to find something to wash his mouth out with. Corey walked along with him to help him get cleaned off, leaving me alone with my sole remaining client to satisfy.

Frank found a plastic bottle of water and squatted down beside me with it. “Want a drink of water before you give me my turn, Tom?” he offered kindly.

“Sure Frank,” I accepted. The boy lifted my head up with his free hand as he held the bottle to my lips with the other, and allowed me to drink all I wanted. Then I thanked him as I settled my head back down on the grass I lay on top of.

“Before you get your turn though,” I said to Frank as he set the bottle down, “Simon Says to go over to my backpack – it’s over beside that elm tree fifty feet to your left – and get the keys to my handcuffs that you’ll find over there. Then adjust me any way you like.”

“What?” Pete exclaimed in astonishment. “You had the keys to your handcuffs around this whole time?! Why didn’t you tell us this earlier?!”

“There wasn’t any need to earlier,” I replied simply. “Now there is. I want you to re-position me for the anal job you said you wanted. Now Simon says go get the keys!”

Pete looked at me with a mixture of puzzlement and humor as he fetched the keys, and then knelt beside me again with the keys in hand. “Not that *I* mind, but are you sure you want me to do this?” he asked me conscientiously.

“You’re a sweet boy, Pete!” I said to him. “Now Simon Says just hush up and have some fun!”

Pete chuckled at this and bent down to unlock one of my ankle cuffs. “Okay, ‘Simon’ – if you say so!” he said with a grin.

Pete freed my legs from around the tree at my feet, and then lifted my legs up and pulled them until they were over my body. He moved me further still, causing my back to arch up off the ground as he went. My feet crossed over my chest, and then over my head, and came up to the trunk of the tree my wrists were bound around. Tugging my ankles so that they were braced on either side of the tree, Pete relocked my ankles – trapping me in a bent-over shape with my buttocks a foot or so off the ground.
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Once this was done, he found a jar of Vaseline, dug his fingers into it, pulled out a generous dollop, and then smeared my ass cheeks liberally with it. A second dollop was applied to grease up his tool. Then, with a satisfied smile, he placed his groin against his target and before long the hammer was nailing the hole.

Meanwhile, Corey was lying on the ground again, and this time Pete was observing me and Frank while sitting on Corey’s chest.

“Jeezum!” Pete muttered as he watched us go at it. “Watching those two makes me want to do it all over again!”

“Me too!” Corey replied as he shifted his gaze from Frank and I to look up at Pete’s face, and then down at Pete’s own equipment. “Hmmm… move forward and I’ll give you a licking!”

Pete looked down at Corey, suddenly gathered his actual meaning, and immediately complied. He result was much like that of a cat licking itself… only it wasn’t himself Corey was licking.

Frank drilled into me relentlessly and finally struck pay-dirt.

“That was great!” I moaned contentedly as I lay there in boneless torpor, while Frank kindly cleaned us both off.

“You’ve got a nice, tight ass!” he told me complimentarily. “Anyway, you must be pretty sore by now. You want me to let you loose for a while so you can wash up along with us and stretch your legs a bit before we call it a night?”

Normally I prefer being kept tied as much as possible, but when I realized that all three of them were about to go swimming I decided that a little freedom sounded good right around then, so I readily accepted. Frank removed my ankle-cuffs and handcuffs and helped me up. I was a bit wobbly at first, but by the time we walked together to the stream and waded in I felt fine.

“You were right, Corey!” Frank said happily as we waded in up to our chests. “Even without Tom here, this would’ve been a great place to set up camp!”

“The fishing here is as good as the swimming, too,” Corey pointed out. “We’ve stayed up so late now tough that we’ll probably miss the best fishing time in the morning if we go to sleep now.”

“Aww, it was worth it to meet Tom,” Pete commented. “And there will be other times.”

Finally the others were ready to wade out of the water and head to bed, and asked me to join them inside the tent as they put their boxer shorts back on. “Are you sure you guys want me to sleep inside the tent with you?” I asked; completely willing to go back to being tied between the two trees as before. “It looks like it might be awful snug with four of us.”

“That’s fine with us if it’s fine with you,” Corey replied, and that as that… except for one detail. I handed Corey the discarded handcuffs and ankle-cuffs and asked them to be put back on me for the night.

“Are you sure you want to be chained up again for the whole night?” he asked me; more out of consideration for me than from any reluctance.

“I’m so used to it that now usually I can’t sleep unless I’m tied up!” I replied truthfully.

“And I thought Corey was a masochist!” Frank commented as he began handcuffing my wrists behind my back. This got him a sudden kick from Corey before I could ask him about this, and I decided to save my inquiries for a better time. Instead, I merely stood quietly as Pete knelt in front of me and locked the ankle-cuffs on me.
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I was content to lie on the tent floor, but Corey insisted on bundling me into is sleeping bag. In fact, when I began to protest that I didn’t feel right in taking advantage of such an offer, he merely shoved me feet-first into the sleeping bag anyway with the ready assistance of his two friends. “But you shouldn’t go without!” I insisted anyway.

“Who says I’m going without?” he asked me with a grin as he suddenly shoved himself into the sleeping bag face down on top of me.

“Oh!” I replied lamely, and then smiled. “Cool!”

“Actually, the idea is to keep each other warm.” Corey quipped as he held me in his arms.

Well, I had no answer to that but a sigh of contentment, and Pete kindly zipped us both in for the night.

“There! Just as snug as two bugs in a rug!” Corey quietly spoke into my ear. “You’re not uncomfortable with me in here too, are you?”

“Gosh, no!” I hastily assured him. “This is wonderful! I… hey, those are *my* shorts you’re pulling down, you know!”

“Oh, my mistake!” he said with a grin as he suddenly pulled his own shorts down as well and pressed himself against me without putting mine back where they were.

“Yes, I feel warmer already!” I told him sincerely.

“You think you’re warm now, wait until we get settled down,” Pete told me as he and Frank casually tossed their open sleeping bags on top of us. Then each boy climbed into his own sleeping bag, zipped it shut, and lay inside them on top of us and facing downward at us. It wasn’t’ just their heads sticking out of their sleeping bags either. Four arms came out of them as well and began to softly caress my head and Corey’s head together.

“Yes,” I thought contentedly to myself as I began to drift to sleep; “this definitely beats sleeping alone!”

tbc
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Speedo Slave » Fri Jul 19, 2013 1:49 am

Great story again! How much more time in the week until Wayne returns? And I have two theories on what Tom is. He was experimented on in the early 1900s, which gave him an extended life and time to make plenty of money, and get servants to bring him everything. This explains why he is so tough, why he can make anything he wants appear, and why he stuttered when saying a hundred years ago. He could also be a vampire! That's all I got.

Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Jul 19, 2013 5:06 am

Speedo Slave wrote:Great story again! How much more time in the week until Wayne returns? And I have two theories on what Tom is. He was experimented on in the early 1900s, which gave him an extended life and time to make plenty of money, and get servants to bring him everything. This explains why he is so tough, why he can make anything he wants appear, and why he stuttered when saying a hundred years ago. He could also be a vampire! That's all I got.

Wayne returns after a week; so far it's been three days. So, four more to go.
Tom is... well, he's different all right. Some of what you think is right on, some of it close but not quite there, and some of it is way off. But I won't spoil it by giving away too much now. You'll soon find out. This story is one that was pre-written in a comic book form (hence the illustrations - which I have to edit and limit carefully to exclude certain scenes like many in this last chapter) and so already has a definite course, and won't be running TOO much further (perhaps another 10 to 12 chapters).
Nice to know people are liking this. I can tell it gets a number of readers from the rising post count, but feedback is always nice, so thank you.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Jul 19, 2013 3:21 pm

PART 13 - TICKLE TORTURE

I awoke to the sound of voices talking quietly nearby. Immediately noticing that I no longer felt the weight of boys’ bodies on top of mine, I opened my eyes and saw that I was now alone inside the tent. The other two sleeping bags were empty and neatly put to one side, and the yellowish light of a pre-dawn morning filtered in through the partially-opened front tent flap; proving that I had slept soundly for hours. So soundly that all three boys had managed to arise, dress, and leave the tent without disturbing my own sleep in the least.

Fully awake, I secretly eavesdropped on their conversation. They were talking quietly; not because they mind my overhearing but simply out of consideration to avoid waking me.

“I guess all three of us are still too stimulated to sleep much today,” Corey was telling the others. “We may as well go fishing after all.”

“We’ll join you, Corey!” Frank replied. “We can’t sleep either.”

“But Tom’s still sleeping like a baby,” Pete added with what sounded like rueful envy. “What do we do about him?”

“Nothing!” replied Corey nonchalantly. “Let him sleep. He’ll be fine right where he is… handcuffed and all… while we go fishing. He’ll still be more comfortable than he would’ve been if we’d never showed up.”

“But the best fishing is half a mile downstream, where this stream joins that other one,” Pete pointed one. “Suppose his other friends come to look for him while we’re gone?”

“So what if they do?” Corey retorted without concern. “Tom will be easy enough to find in the tent, and his friends can stay in the campsite and play with him all day if they want.”

I decided to speak up at that point. “Wait, Corey! I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but I’d rather be kept tied up outside your tent while you’re all gone.”

Corey, Pete, and Frank had all come into the tent while I talked and stood around me. All were dressed in their summer uniforms this time; short sleeved shirts and shorts rather than the cooler weather outfits they’d worn when they first encountered me.

“Sorry if we woke you up Tom,” Corey said to me as he hunkered down beside me and unzipped my sleeping bag to help me out of it. “We tried to be quiet so that you could sleep.”

“That’s okay; I’m fine!” I assured him. But please set me outside before you go fishing, okay?”

“Got any preferences?” he asked as he helped me to stand up rather than let me founder for myself while my ankles were hobbled and my wrists cuffed behind my back.

“Well, since I’m waiting here for someone, a stake-out seems appropriate!” I replied wryly.

“But we don’t have any more stakes, and I don’t want to have to take the tent down,” Corey said almost apologetically.

“No worries,” I replied. “Use the tent stakes and rope from the pup tent I had… at least; before the wind destroyed it I had one.”

Corey found the tent stakes and some spare rope in my backpack (I believe you can never have too much rope) and set me up just the way I wanted. Within five minutes, I lay stretched out in a taut spread-eagle on the grass; scarcely able to move a muscle.
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“Are you sure you want us to leave you staked out in the open like this, Tom?” Corey asked me as he got down on one knee beside me. “It’s going to be a hot, sunny day. By the time we get back, you be sun-burned redder than a broiled Maine lobster!”

“I’ll get shade from my friends when they sit on me,” I replied with a grin.

“If they show up that is,” Corey pointed out to me as he and his friends prepared to leave with their fishing gear. “Well, if this is what you want… you’ve got it. But one of us will check up on you anyway from time to time, just in case.”

“Have a nice day, Tom,” Pete called to me as they began to leave.

“See you when we get back!” Frank added.

I watched my three new friends as they walked downstream, and they were soon out of sight.

I looked around. Though out of sight of the stream or any nearby paths, I was staked out in a wide open field near the tent. The rising sun was already shining on me, and I was beginning to sweat from the heat and humidity. The others were right; it was going to be a real scorcher! In other words, a perfect day to be helplessly staked out in the open!

“Hi, Tom!” a familiar but somewhat unexpected voice called cheerfully out to me from above my head. “I see you’ve had plenty of company since Cyrus and I left!”

I lifted my head up to look, and saw Cyrus and Noah – upside down, along with everything else from my perspective at the time – approaching me from upstream. Both were fully dressed, as if they had started out when the temperature was considerably cooler.

“We got out here at the crack of dawn because we thought you’d be bored and lonely by now!” Cyrus clarified for me as they reached my side, where I could see them right side up again. “Silly us! We should have known you’d make other friends somehow.”

Both boys immediately straddled me - Noah in front of Cyrus – without a trace of self-consciousness and needing no prior permission from me. Because of the warm weather and their recent journey here, both boys immediately pulled off their shirts.

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“We didn’t know what to make of it when we saw those other three guys here and no sign of you,” Noah told me as he casually began flicking my nose. “We were worried that they might’ve set you free… until we saw them take you out of their tent and stake you out here.”

“So instead you’ve made three new friends, huh?” Cyrus added. “Where did they go off to? Fishing?”

“Yep! You two have me all to yourselves until Nate and Harry show up,” I replied. “And as they have their paper routes to do first, they probably won’t be here for hours.”

“That’s cool!” Noah told me as he continued flicking my nose. “I stayed awake for hours last night; just wishing that I’d had the nerve to come out here in the middle of the night, wrap my thighs around your face, and squeeze your head like a grape!” And with that, he clamped his blue-jeans-covered thighs tightly together and began to squeeze my face between them.

That made me feel so hot that it suddenly felt more like noon than just after sun-up. Of course, I had two warm bodies atop mine, too.

“There’s something else we’ve both spent hours thinking about doing,” Noah said to me suggestively as he shifted his body so that his groin pressed the underside of my chin. “Want to know what it is?”

“Sure!” I replied instantly; certain I already knew what he had in mind.

But I was wrong; instead of doing what I was thinking they were going to do, both boys proceeded to tickle me without mercy. Noah scooted up his knees and inched backward to attack my vulnerable armpits, while Cyrus tickled the undersides of one of my feet. Staked out as I was, I was totally helpless to elude their tickling fingers. Still I could do was writhe futilely and laugh hysterically.
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“Wha…? OH NO!” I shrieked. “Bwahahahaha! Wait! Hahahahaha! Stop! Hahahaha! Nooooo! Hahahahaha! I’m ticklish! Hahahahaha!”

“Well, good,” Noah told me without relenting for a moment. “There wouldn’t be much point tickling you if you weren’t ticklish, how would there?!”

“Bwwaahahahaha! How’d you hahahaha know I was Hahahahahaha so ticklish?” I asked.

“We exchanged phone numbers with Harry and Nate before we left yesterday, and we talked on our cell phones after they left you,” Noah explained as the tickle-torture continued. “They told us to give you a good tickling, and so we are!”

“The traitors! Hahahahahaha!” I shrieked as I writhed and thrashed around.

“They wanted to be sure we gave you a good time,” Cyrus pointed out.

“Bwaahahahaha! Wait! Hahahaha! Please! Bwahahahaha! Can’t we talk about this?” I asked when I could draw sufficient breath to do so; which was difficult under the relentless tickle assault they were subjecting me to.

“Sure Tom. Talk all you like to,” Cyrus said to me without slackening his attentions on the under-soles of my helpless feet for a moment. “But you may as well save your breath for laughing, because we’re just going to keep right on tickling you!”

“Eeeeeeeee! OH NO!! Eeeeeeeee! Bwahahahaha!” I protested; screaming as well as laughing as hard as I could, while futilely continuing to try to squirm free of the ropes that bound me to those stakes. But I’d been tied down by boy scouts who definitely knew their business, and I couldn’t budge those ropes or the stakes one iota. I was also starting to gasp for breath, and therefore did something I rarely do. I begged for mercy.

“Bwahahahaha! (Gasp!) Mercy! Bwahahahaha! (Wheeze!) MERCY! Bwahahaha! Eeeeeee!!”

It didn’t work, of course.

“No mercy for you today!” Noah told me with a huge grin on his freckly face. “Besides, you’re glad we’re being merciless to you and you know it!”

They were right of course, but I was too busy laughing hysterically, screaming piteously, and breathing hard (and maybe too proud too) to admit it out loud.
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“Please! Hahahaha! Let me (hahahaha) catch my breath! Hahahahaha! PLEASE! Bwahahaha! I’M GONNA WET MYSELF! Hahahaha…. Oh, thank God!”

I thanked God because my last plea finally got through to them; none of us wanted me to wet myself. But after only a moment, Noah wriggled his fingers and prepared to renew the assault.

“Wait! Please, won’t you have some pity?” I pleaded with him with wide, puppy-dog eyes.

“Hmm… that depends,” he answered as he straddled my chest again. “Do you love me?”

“Uhhh… well, I like you very much!” I conceded.

“Not good enough Tom!” Noah told me as he relentlessly tickled my underarms again. As if on cue, Cyrus did the same with my feet.

“OH NO!” I wailed before I began laughing uncontrollably again. “Bwahahahaha! Wait! Bwahahaha! Mercy! AH! Hahahaha! I BEG FOR MERCY! Bwahahahahaha!”

Noah stopped; signaling Cyrus to do the same. “All right,” he told me as his lean body leaned toward me as he straddled me – his knees pinning down my already immobilized shoulders; “I’ll give you one more chance. Now then, do you love me?”

“I sure do!” I told him cheerfully.

“Well then… SAY IT!” he told me with mock sternness.

“I love you!” I announced loudly.

“And do you love me?” Cy asked me.

“I love you too, Cy,” I told him; as much to avoid a resumption of tickle torture as because it was actually true.

“And which of us do you love more?” Noah wanted to know.

Uh oh! It was obvious where this was going, and I hesitated. “Uhhh… I love you both equally?” I finally ventured; almost certain that this wasn’t going to save me.

“No fence sitting while *we’re* sitting on *you*!” Noah told me firmly as he and Cy tickled me as hard as before; ignoring my truly pathetic cries for mercy (lost amid torrents of incessant laughter) for another five full minutes!

Finally the two gave me a break and Noah pointed a warming finger at me. “This is your last chance, Tom! No evasions! Which of us do you love more?”

I gulped. I knew there was no winning this. “I – I love you more, Noah!”

As I expected, Cy yelped in outrage. “Wha-aa-att? You like this freckly-faced, red-headed, pasty-skinned little white nerd better than a hunky guy like ME?! I’ll fix you!!” And with that he resumed his tickle assault on the undersides of my trapped, helpless feet.

Noah simply continued to straddle me as I writhed and thrashed in helpless laughter. He seemed not at all bothered by Cy’s insults (which he knew were just a put-on), but simply continued to pin my torso down with his body weight as I continued laughing. He made no attempt to tickle me further, but he made no attempt to stop Cy from tickling me either.

“Noo! Hahahahaha! Nooooo! Hahahaha! That’s not fair!” I protested. “Hahahaha! Gasp! Noah! Hahahahaha! Help me!! Hahahaha! PLEASE! Hahahahahaaa!”

“I am, Tom,” Noah told me mildly as he continued to just sit there on my belly; apparently enjoying the ride created from my laughing so hard and wriggling to get free. “I’m not tickling you under your arms anymore.”

“Hahahahaha! But make *him* stop!” I pleaded. “Hahaha! Please! I’m begging you! Hahaha!”

“Sorry Tom, but you shouldn’t have hurt Cy’s feeling,” Noah told me with a placid grin. “You brought it all on yourself when you told him you love me more.”

“Awww, come onnn!” I wailed in near frustration. “Hahahaha! You must be kidding! Hahahaha! Please! Hahahaha! My feet are so ticklish! Hahahaha! Have pity! Hahahahaha! PLEASE!”

“Well, it sure sounds like Tom is having a good time today,” I heard Nate’s familiar voice say from an unexpectedly near distance to my right. I turned my head, and sure enough he and Harry were approaching us from just a few dozen feet away. Both wore shorts, and Nate wore a light T-shirt while Harry wore no shirt at all.

“Jeez, did you two spend the night with him?” Harry asked, looking at the tent.

“Hi, Nate! Hi Harry!” Noah greeted them from his perch atop my chest. “Naw, we just got here ourselves. Some boy scouts stumbled across Tom here shortly after you left and spent the time with him. They just left a little while ago to go fishing, so they’re out of earshot now.”

All this time Cy was still relentless tickling me, and I was laughing and squirming even harder than ever. “Squirm all you like Tom, but you can’t get away!” Cy told me mercilessly.

I turned to Nate and Harry to appeal for help. “Hahahaha! Nate! Hahahaha! Ha-Harry! Hahaha! They’re tickling me to death! Hahahaha! Help! Hahahaha! HELP!!!”

Nate and Harry knelt down to either side of me and looked down in apparent sympathy. “Sure, Tom,” Nate said to me kindly. “We’ll be happy to help them tickle you!”

And before I knew what was happening, both Nate and Harry both began tickling my armpits as well – one on each side.

“HUH?!? OH NO!!! Hahahahahaha! NOOOO! WAIT! Hahahahahaha!” I wailed. “Nooooooo! Hahahahahaha! That’s NOT what I MEANT! AH! AH! Ahahahahahahaha!”
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“We know that’s not what you meant,” Harry told me. “But it’s just too much more fun to gang up on you than it would be to help you out of a jam you got yourself into! Boy; and I thought Nate was ticklish! But you’re WAY more ticklish than he is!”

“Yeah, Harry is always wrestling me down and then tickling me until I laugh myself sick!” Nate told me with what seemed like misplaced cheer at the moment. “My brother Ryan tickles me even more relentlessly than Harry does. So it’s way more fun when I get to do it to someone else for a change!”

“Bwahahahaha! That’s so mean! Hahahahaha! I love it! Hahahahaha! But please… Hahahahaha! Have mercy!!! Hahahahaha! Please! Hahahaha! I’ll do anything! Hahahaha! I’ll do anything you want! Hahahahaha!”

Nate signaled the others, and they all stopped tickling me. “So, you want us to stop tickling you, huh?” he asked me with a mischievous look on his face. “Do you love me?”

“Oh no… not this again!” I exclaimed in despair while gasping for breath. “I love you all! Honest!”

“And who do you love most?” asked Noah, who was still straddling my belly.

I thought desperately for a way out, and finally an idea popped into my head. “I love most whichever one of you stops all the tickling right now!” I declared.

This time it was the other four who laughed, but the idea worked. They stopped the tickle torture at least. Thank goodness. My lungs felt like they were on fire! My bladder was screaming for attention as well, but now Nate and Harry were climbing aboard on top of me – and so I was having too much fun to want to be released now. I told my bladder to hold on a while longer.

A shirtless Harry was straddling my upper chest, and I looked up at his chest – and then further up as Harry began talking to me. “So Tom… being tickled really IS torture for you, huh?” he asked me mildly as, like Noah had just been, he began squeezing my face between his thighs. Since he wore shorts, I could feel his warm, bare skin against mine; so much more satisfactory than the harsher feel of blue jeans.

I nodded and lowered my gaze in apparent embarrassment; but really this was just an excuse to look at the area around and below his navel.

“Well, now we know what to do when we *really* want to torture you!” Nate commented, straddling my belly behind Harry and in front of Noah.

“Have a heart, guys!” I begged as I lifted my gaze upwards again in mock outrage. “You wouldn’t really do that to me again, would you?”

“Well, not if it *really* bothers you, Tom,” Harry told me more seriously; his grin momentarily gone. “After all, you’re not *really* our prisoner… just pretending to be. We don’t want to do anything that distresses you or makes you want to stop letting have fun with you, after all.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” I replied, much more cheerfully. “I enjoy having you guys be merciless with me… at least, up to a point. And you really haven’t even come close to reaching that point yet!”

“Well, suppose we do reach that point eventually?” Harry asked me. “Or even pass it? How will we know we’ve reached it rather than you just acting?”

Good question! I thought for a moment. “If I ever tell you that what you’re doing hurts too much, then you’ll know. If I just say stop or beg for mercy, just ignore me and go nuts.”

The boys looked at one another for a moment as a thought occurred to all four of them that I had somehow missed. “Sooo… in other words it’s okay to tickle torture you all we want to!” Harry suddenly announced as he smiled cruelly down at me; eyes squinted in mischief peering into eyes widening in sudden realization and fear.

And before I can say a word, all four were tickling me all over my body again, and the writhing, thrashing, squealing, laughing, and begging for mercy all resumed. “Wha…? OH NO! WAIT! Aaah! Aaah! Ahahahahahaha! NOOOO! Hahahaha! Mercy! AAH! Aiiiieeeeeeeeee-hehehehehehehe! Hahahahaha! MERCY! Bwahahahaha! MERCY!!!”

Of course, I wasn’t the only one laughing; they all did too.

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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 23, 2013 12:50 pm

PART 14 - THE GANG'S ALL HERE (EXCEPT FOR WAYNE)

Finally however, the four of them finally showed some mercy and stopped tickling me. We made some breakfast out of supplies each of the boys had brought for a picnic, with all four of them sitting on top of me (I was considered the most comfortable place to sit anywhere around) with whichever was on my chest at the time feeding me donut holes and juice boxes by hand.

Once we were finished eating, the four of them proceeded to untie me from my stake-out in order to give me some walking exercise, as Nate and Harry had done the day before, to make me work off all of those extra sugar calories. “After all, you don’t want to be a couch potato, do you?” Nate pointed out to me. “Just our couch! So were taking you for a short hop around the woods.”
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But once they had released me from the stake-out and had tied my hands behind my back, they yanked my shorts right off of me. “Phew! They stink! You’ve been wearing them too long We’ll wash them later!” they all told me; meanwhile leaving me totally naked while they remained fully clothed.

Then they began to tie my ankles and legs tightly together rather than make a hobble for my feet so that I could walk but not run. Now I could not walk at all when I as stood up. I tried to point out what seemed like an obvious mistake.
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“It’s no mistake,” Nate told me cheerfully as he coiled more rope above and below my knees. “We did it on purpose. We’re not making you walk like a dog this time… you’re gonna hop like a frog!”

“A frog on a leash, in fact,” Harry told me as he fitted a dog’s collar around my neck. “When we said you’re going for a little hop, we meant just what we said!”

“But don’t worry about having to carry any passengers on your shoulders this time,” Noah told me kindly. “We don’t expect you to do that while you hop along with us. Just to jump.”

“But we *are* going to towel-whip you without mercy if you can’t keep up the pace we set!” Cy added as he grabbed a bath towel he had packed with him, rolled it up like a makeshift whip, and cracked it in mid-air.

“So are you ready Tom?” Harry asked me as he placed a leash on my collar.

“Uhhh, could I have another donut hole before we get started?” I asked mildly.

“No! Now hop to it!” Nate asserted as he grabbed a towel of his own and, without any warning, snapped at my naked butt cheeks with it. I hopped all right; two feet off the ground despite the way my legs were bound together. I made almost no forward progress though.

“Move it, froggie!” Nate snapped, and then the towel snapped again as well. This time I began to hop forward as quickly as I could manage.

I’d heard of being frog-marched before, but this was definitely a new wrinkle. I was forced to hop along, while Nate, Cy, and Noah towel-whipped my buttocks, legs, and back if they were not satisfied with my progress (which indeed they never were). In fact, before we were out of sight of the stream, the others began nick-naming me ‘Hopalong’. Harry didn’t towel-whip me, but this was only because he was occupied leading me along on a leash.

“Come on, Froggie!” Nate ordered me as he mercilessly continued to snap his towel at my helpless posterior. “Move it! Jump higher! Jump faster!”

“I’m (Ow!) doing (OW!) doing the (Ow!) best I can! (Ow!)” I insisted honestly. Hopping along like that was proving to be fun of course bit very tiring. I’m reasonably fit but I wasn’t really used to that kind of exertion. “I’m not (Ow!) Spring-Heeled Jack (Ow!) you know! (Ow!)”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about now!” Nate told me as if rebuking me. Before I could explain the reference (a 19th century boogeyman who supposedly committed murders in London and hopped around like a man-sized grasshopper), he continued, “I think you’re sassing us! Are you sassing us, Tom?”

A merciless series of towel-whips on my buttocks insured that I was too busy yelling in outrage and pain to give a coherent reply.
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“Well, *I* think he’s sassing us!” declared Harry. “Let’s show him what we do to people who sass us!”

I was led to a maple tree and made to sit down under one of its branches while a long rope was flung over it. One end was tied to the ropes which bound my ankles together. The other end was firmly grasped by all four of my captors, who immediately pulled on it as if having a Tug of War with me. My feet left the air and became airborne… soon taking my legs and then then rest of my body along with them. Before I knew it, I was hanging upside-down with my head about three feet off the ground. The free end of that rope was then well-tied to a tree-trunk to keep me suspended upside down and swinging freely by my ankles.
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The others played with me a bit. They swung me like a pendulum a few times. Then they would turn me round and round like a merry go round a few dozen times before letting go; causing me to rapidly spin in the opposite direction so fast I would get dizzy. Then they all towel-whipped me and beat me with switches without mercy as I continued to hang there from that tree branch like a Christmas ornament.
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The four boys gathered around me, with Harry standing right in front of me. And before I knew it, they started to use me for a punching bag! They didn’t hit very hard – at least, not as hard as they could have and most certainly not as hard as I would’ve wished them to – but it was such a thrilling experience that I began to get very hard. And, since I was completely naked, this was immediately obvious to everyone there.

Nonplussed, Harry stopped punching me and simply stared down at me in mock belligerence. My eyes were about level with the area below his belt line, and I immediately saw that I wasn’t the only one getting hard around here.

“You ready for us to let you down from there so you can resume hopping like a frog?” he asked me in as stern a voice as he could manage under the circumstances.

“Actually, there’s something else that frogs do with their tongues that I’m rather better at,” I told him. And then, before anyone could react, I snapped my head forward toward Harry, flicked my tongue out hard and fast, and snapped it against the metal snap that held his shorts up. Then, barely an eye blink later, I lashed out again just a tad lower down.

“You – you snagged my fly!” Harry exclaimed in amazement as his shorts suddenly dropped right down to his ankles.
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“Isn’t that what frogs *do* to flies with their tongues?” I asked casually.

“That was the most amazing thing I ever saw,” Harry exclaimed quietly. Indeed, he was so surprised he just stood there, with no attempt to pull his own shorts back up.

“Now if you’ll step just a teeny bit closer, I’ll happily show you what else my tongue can do!” I offered with a grin. “I promise it won’t hurt a bit, either.”

“If he doesn’t, I sure will!” Nate volunteered eagerly.

“Go find your own damn frog, Nate!” Harry told him as he suddenly closed the distance between his groin and my upside-down face; hugging me in his arms to help me along. This placed his face within proximity of my own hard-on of course, but Harry didn’t hesitate a moment. He glommed right onto it – or, at least, as much as he could wrap his mouth around!

“He’s actually more my frog than yours,” Nate pointed out, but in a good-natured tone rather than otherwise. “After all, I met him first! But you can go first anyway. Watching this will be a lot of fun all by itself!

Cy and Noah seemed to agree at first, but as I went to work on Harry (and Harry on me) they quietly slipped away somewhere to have a little R&R of their own in similarly inverted positions but while they were both lying on the ground.

“You’d better save some of that enthusiasm for *me*, Tom!” Nate commented somewhat more sternly after several minutes had passed, while Harry and I were still pleasuring each other.

But Nate had no complaints once his turn actually… umm, came…

*****

While I was (literally) hanging out with Nate and the others, my boy scouts friends Pete and Frank had returned to the campsite to find me gone. Their skills in woodcraft soon enabled them to figure out that at least three and probably four people had come along and had taken me away with them. This was even before they also found a brief note Nate had left them explaining where I was, and that we’d all be back that afternoon to meet them.

The scouts had caught lots of fish, and there was plenty to feed us all. In addition, Corey had gone home briefly to get more supplies, and came back with another boy scout of their acquaintance. This was a red-headed boy named Ryan; medium height and build and, at sixteen years old, the oldest of the four of them.

“Hey, Ryan!” Frank greeted him as the other two boys approached. “Glad you could *finally* make it. You know, we had to set up camp in the dark because we waited for you so long!”

“Yeah, Corey told me all about it,” Ryan replied somewhat contritely. “Sounds like I missed out on some fun. I couldn’t make it because my fool kid brother Nate keeps skipping out and leaving his chores undone – and I had to do them all for him! That’s why I couldn’t make it last night!”

“Well, one of Tom’s friends left a note saying he and his friends would be back soon so we could all have lunch together,” Corey told him. “They should be back here almost any time now.”

“Cool! I’ve been dying to meet this Tom kid ever since Corey told me about him this morning,” Ryan replied eagerly.

“Hey, here they come now!” Corey announced, pointing along a trail leading uphill from the stream.

Ryan turned to look, and was petrified. He saw a naked boy handcuffed and hobbled, with one boy leading him along on a leash, another boy riding his shoulders, and two other boys following right behind. It wasn’t my nakedness or state of being bound that petrified Ryan; it was the fact that the boy riding my shoulders was his own kid brother, Nate!

“Nate! What the Hell are you doing here?!” Ryan called out in a scolding tone.

“Hanging out with some friends!” Nate retorted unflinchingly. “What the f**k are YOU doing here, Ryan? You been following me or something?!”

“Don’t give me your lip, Nate!” Ryan snarled as I got down on my knees so that Nate could dismount from my shoulders. “Why are you sitting on top of some naked, chained-up kid like that?”

“Because he asked me to; and because it’s fun!” Nate replied without backing down an inch. “And why are you here if you weren’t planning to do the same exact thing?”

Ryan had no ready answer to that, and he mentally – and physically – retreated in silent confusion.

“Oh, give it up, Ryan!” Corey, who was closest to him in age, told him. “Nate’s no younger than you were when you started screwing around with us! I’d say he’s about a year older now, if anything!”

“H’s just as strong-willed as you are too,” Pete pointed out. “He’ll just keep on doing whatever he wants to do anyway – just like you would have if you had a bossy big brother. Drop it!”

“But… but he’s my kid brother!” Ryan sad somewhat weakly; the wind taken out of his sails.

“So? No one expects you to do it with your brother!” Frank pointed out casually.

“And he’s not a little kid anymore!” added Pete.

“I’ll say I’m not!” Nate added truculently, even though he was still the smallest boy present.

“All right already!” Ryan replied in a somewhat aggravated voice. “I give up. Just as long as no one finds out what we’re doing! Especially mom and dad! Okay?”

“Sure, big brother! Whatever you say!” Nate replied with a cat-ate-the-canary grin.

Once this was settled, Cy, Noah, and myself were introduced to Ryan, and the first two introduced to the three boy scouts I’d met last night; Nate and Harry already knew them all as it turned out.

Not having met me before and being the nominal leader of the boy scout band as well as the oldest, Ryan insisted on a little initial formal ritual. He came up to me where I stood, still wearing nothing but my handcuffs and ankle-cuffs, and privately said to me so no one else could overhear, “Before we go on, I need to ask you something. Are you joining in on what we’re planning to do of your own free will? Are you being forced or pressured in any way?”

“Nope!” I replied cheerfully. “I’m enjoying myself immensely. So let’s get on with it!”

“Well, as long as you’re perfectly willing, then it’s okay,” Ryan said with a shrug of his shoulders as he smiled. I was relieved; I could see that he’d be more fun to be with than Nate’s rather one-sided description of him had led me to believe.

Once this matter was settled, Corey and the others eagerly set out staking me back down to the ground and ready to sit on. But then a problem became immediately apparent… there were now too many boys for all present to sit on me at the same time. But then Corey spoke up. “I’d anticipated this problem hours ago. So I volunteer to be tied up and sat on too.”

His friends debated the matter with him and each other for a bit. “Are you sure you want to do this, Corey?” they asked him several times.

“Why not?” he replied. “You guys have tied me up before – lots of times!”

“But we never sat on you before,” Pete pointed out; “let alone several of us at once.”

“Tom seems to think the world of it though,” Corey told them. “And you’ve always said I’m a masochist. So I’m ready to try anything that Tom likes so much!”

And so he stripped down to his birthday suit, and the others tied him up. They didn’t stake him out, as there were no spare tent stakes handy. They simply bound his hands behind him, tied his ankles tightly together, and laid him down face up on the grass right beside me just like that.
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Pete hesitantly squatted down on Corey’s test to see how Corey adjusted to the new situation; ready to jump up again if Corey decided to change his mind. But even after several minutes of that Corey seemed quite comfortable, and so a couple of other boys got on top of him too. Corey seemed fine with this too, and so the others relaxed and made preparations for lunch.

Corey’s scout friends fried the fish they had caught that morning, while Cy and Noah set up a picnic spread for us. Once everything was prepared, Nate, Cy, Ryan, and Noah seated themselves on top of me while Pete, Frank, and Harry climbed atop Corey. Nate straddled my chest and I ate my share of fish that he held to my mouth with his fingers; and Pete did the same with Corey.
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It was definitely a pleasant change from Donut Holes, which is about all I’d had to eat the previous few days.

The others remarked on this, and wondered why I wanted to stay tied up out there. I reminded them that I was waiting for Wayne to come back to meet me there in a few more days.

“How come you didn’t have Wayne tie you up and leave you out here to begin with?” Nate asked me as he fed me. “After all, you didn’t know he’d be gone for a week.”

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “I had thought of it, actually – seeing as he had me tied up most of the time he was with me. But for some reason I didn’t ask. Maybe some instinct warned me he wouldn’t make it. Though if I’d known I’d meet so many new friends here I'd have had him tie me up good and tight. I’d have had a more pleasure first night alone here.”

“You stayed here the night before I met you?” Nate asked in disbelief, “even though you weren’t even tied up?”

“Had no place better to be,” I replied casually. I would have shrugged my shoulders, but my being staked out and Nate’s knees pinning down my shoulders made this impossible.

“How are you holding out, Corey?” Nate asked the other boy as he gave me some more fish.

“Okay,” Corey replied easily. “I’ve been tied up before too, though not for as long as Tom has. My friends never sat on me while I was tied up before though; just when we were wrestling and such. But I find I kind of like it. I’ll keep doing it as long as my friends enjoy it too.”

“I think it’s safe to say we’re willing to keep on doing this for a while too,” Pete told him with a grin as he fed him another piece of fish. “The only problem might be if you get tired of it before we do – and we decide not to let you go!”

But from the way both were talking, I doubted it would ever come to that; Corey showed no signs of tiring of his situation any more than I would.

Funny how so many of the people I meet get interested in such things only after they’ve met me.

tbc
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby xtc » Tue Jul 23, 2013 1:53 pm

OK, I give up: what the "beep" are donut holes? To a Brit ring doughnuts (spelling!) don't have a great deal of nutrition in the holes.
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 23, 2013 2:20 pm

xtc wrote:OK, I give up: what the "beep" are donut holes? To a Brit ring doughnuts (spelling!) don't have a great deal of nutrition in the holes.

When you make donuts/doughnuts (blame the franchise Dunkin' Donuts for the popularization of the shorter spelling in the US; not me :big: ), you push out the material to form a hole in the middle. That material is often simply rounded up into a small ball, cooked along with the regular donuts, frosted/flavored the same way, and are called donut holes. Dunkin donuts sells them along with regular donuts - usually in groups of 30, 60, or 120 since they're small (bite-sized).
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby xtc » Tue Jul 23, 2013 4:38 pm

Sounds a bit like the British practice of selling "scraps": the batter lumps floating in the fat/oil from the fish fryer.
By the way, a GOOD f&c chef gives good scraps. Mrs. Li's scarps are superb
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Re: The TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist - multiple m/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 23, 2013 9:25 pm

They're so commonplace here it never occurred to me that anyone wouldn't know what they are. They've been around my whole life as far as I can recall. :wink: Oh, well.
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