## No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by Bennett » Wed Jan 15, 2014 12:17 am

I sat down before the TV just as Connor flicked onto the right channel. Having never really kept up with any shows until university, I hadn't bothered with Foxtel and the like. After a holiday to Asia, I had a renewed interest in television series, thanks to a few episodes of the first season of The Walking Dead featuring on the plane.
Truth be told, when I get interested in something, I usually go pretty hard out. So when my cousin introduced me to A Game of Thrones on HBO, I had powered through the book series over the year between the first and second seasons, absorbing everything there was about the fictional universe. With a memory that only served me with seemingly useless trivia and fiction, I always smirked whenever my friends, who hadn't read the source material to a show, always came up with simplified and almost naive theories of what would happen.
Oh, if only they knew.
Whenever I was talking with guys at work or friends about the direction of the plot, I'd always drop incredibly obvious false plots that they took anyway, and would respond with a look of horror as I'd come with ridiculous fates for the characters.
Now with the latest season of A Game of Thrones, I'd reread the relevant books in preparation. My friend Connor had joked that he'd duct tape my mouth, stressing about how tight he would do it, if I told him any more - he could never be sure if I was joking or being dead serious. To be honest I didn't know if he was serious or not. No matter, he was two years younger than me, if he broke out any tape out I could overpower him. Maybe blindfold him while the show was going.
"You want anything to drink?" he asked, pulling a bottle of chilled water from the fridge. With the recent heat of summer making itself well known, he wore only a light grey shirt and beige, short chinos.
"I wouldn't say no," I replied, making myself comfortable on the lounge. I'd taken my shoes off and sat sprawled with my legs over the arm rest, in just a light blue shirt and grey shorts. He came over a moment later with two glasses and the bottle, putting them down on the table below his arm rest. I found a coaster on the table on my side, and took the glass he'd poured for me. "Cheers,"
While we waited for the other show to finish off, we talked. Connor had finished grade twelve the year just gone, and had a trade apprenticeship lined up for this year. He'd spent the break staring from graduation largely with friends or at the gym with his new membership, a New Years Resolution that had actually been followed. He made his point by showing off his well toned arms with a not-so-subtle hand running through his short dark hair. At work he usually joked about how attractive he was, or sometimes how attractive I was. He had no idea I was staring out of the corner of my eye. When he'd started at work in grade ten, and I in twelve, he was cute, but now he was finished and only a few months away from his eighteenth birthday and adulthood, I was looking at him in a different light.
The opening credits music brought us back to the present, but it was a quick succession of clips, a 'coming-up-next' ad. I did pick up a few of the scenes though, familiar places and situations. Connor groaned at the ad, "If they didn't show the ad we could start two minutes earlier."
"You can already tell what's going on from it,"
"Not really, it's just a blur to me,"
"That clip with the guy with the spear was Jon Snow coming down from the North to King's Landing to duel with Joffrey, but Joffrey kills him," I said, trying to keep my smile hidden.
"DUDE!" he shouted, his expression aghast, "Why do you do that!"
"I can't help it," I replied, almost on the verge of laughter. It was difficult keeping a straight face, so I turned away. Connor practically growled at me, scowling. We said nothing for a minute, then he grumbled, "I gotta piss,"
I waited until he was around the corner before letting out a burst of quiet laughter. He could be so gullible sometimes. Ah, good times.
The sound of the static of the HBO logo cut me off, and I called out, "It's starting!"
Connor came back with a washing basket full of clothes. "I'll fold this up while I'm at it," he said, still sour.
"Just wait till the breaks, or after,"
"If I do that I won't do it at all."
"All right, whatever,"
The first segment went too quickly, I sat there silently, it was like reliving the images I'd cast up when reading. Sure, there were deviations, there always were, but they were to be expected. I sat on the edge, leaning forward, hands absently together.
I hadn't even looked at Connor since he'd come back with the washing, and certainly didn't notice the belt in hands until it cinched over my wrists.
"Wha-" I started, then he wrenched it tight. It was only of those ones with no buckle as such, but two semi-circular rings at the end. He pulled it as tight as possible, as I looked incredulously at him.
"I said I'd duct tape you if you kept spoiling it," he said plainly, pulling a roll of the grey stuff from underneath the piles for clothes. He put it beside him and drew out a pair of light blue boxers.
"Come on man, I was joking," I said, suddenly excited at the idea. I didn't want him to stop, but neither did I want him to know that.
"Too late for that," he said, pulling the end of the belt and me towards him. I tried to pull back, but his initial tug was stronger than I'd expected. Connor leaned over, pinning me against the couch with his shoulder.
"Open up," he said, a grin on his face.
"No!" I protested through gritted teeth, but he pinched my nose until I ran out of breath. I sucked in little wisps of air, so instead he ran his fingers along by sides, causing me to lurch in response. He kept going, digging in through my shirt, until I laughed out loud and he stuffed the boxers in between my teeth. I didn't really struggle, I didn't want to accidentally bite his fingers, but even so. I too absorbed in it all. He made sure the boxers were well within my mouth, before pulling the end of the tape and wrapping it around my head multiple times.
Within moments, I was breathing through my nose, the boxers and tape rendering me effectively speechless, feeling tight and very pleasant. I let out a groan, and struggled with my wrists.
"None of that," Connor said, gripping me by the shoulders and putting me to the floor. He sat atop me, on my front, and cautiously undid the belt. Before I could even try to struggle he gripped both of my wrists tightly and pulled them apart, then rolled me over and brought them together behind my back. He then sat on me again, above my hands, and brought the belt just above my elbows, cinching it before drawing them together as close as possible, and tightening it further.
I could only really rotate my lower arms, but he grabbed them again soon after running the tape several times around one wrist before looping them both together with what might've been close to a metre's worth. I was glad to be on my stomach, it would've been very obvious otherwise.
The ad break seemed to be drawing to a close, so he ran out somewhere and came back with another of the ring belts, and cinched it around my legs, just above the knees. With the tape he secured my ankles, and he ensured he used plenty of that, ripping it from the roll just as the break ended.
"How's that feel, good looking?" he asked, grinning victoriously.
I groaned again, loving how tightly he'd bound me; he'd never given any indication he'd been into bondage. He either was secretly into it, seen a lot of movies or simply been part of it but never for the ulterior reasons, I guessed.
I watched the next segment in relative silence, lying there on the floor, while Connor saw fit to comment on just about everything. He wasn't even loud, but just didn't stop. I groaned loudly at him, in an effort to tell him to shut up, but all I got was another look of boyish achievement from him.
In the second break, he crouched down beside me. "You seemed pretty ticklish before there," he said, immediately before running both hands under my neck, armpits and stomach. I couldn't help from shout out, which translated into muffled breathing and moaning, and could go nowhere after he'd pushed me against the front of the couch. He didn't let up until the next segment, when he launched himself back onto the couch, making a show of being able to spread out across it.
After the third break, he surprised me by just continuing his folding of the clothes, as if nothing was amiss. He did duck out at one point, but if he brought another belt or something I didn't see it.
When the last ad break began, he reached down and undid the tape around my face. It was a good thing my hair was short, but it still stung when he pull it from my skin.
"I'll take the undies out if you promise to keep quiet," he said. In truth, I didn't really mind, but I did want to move my jaw around. He pulled them from my mouth, and offered me a glass of water. I took it, "Thanks."
After I'd finished the cup, I said, "Mate, I didn't think you'd gone to the gym that often."
"I'm just naturally massive," he smiled innocently.
"Right. Where'd you learn this?" I gestured, indicating my tight bonds.
"I visit the cousins every so often, like a family of eight. A few of the guys get up to tying each other up, and I'm one of the youngest, so it's good to be on the other side."
"You could always go back to it," I said with a smirk.
"Oh no, once the episode's over I'm untying you, but we call it a truce since you keep spoiling everything."
"I promise nothing," I said, hoping I could push him to keep me trussed up longer. If not, I'd get the jump on him after.
"Well, if that's the way you want to play it." He said, walking to the clothes pile again. He took a black school tie and what looked like a black work apron and came back. He rolled me onto my front, then took my bound ankles and pulled them up to my wrists.
"Really?" I asked.
"You won't play nice, so,"
"Oh, we're playing are we?" I said as he looped the tie around my wrists and knotted it, then did the same to my ankles. I'd never been hogtied before, but he seemed to have done a very good job of it. I tested by trying to pull my ankles down, but there was very little give.
"Just a little game. You seem to enjoy it,"
I've never seen myself blush, so I don't know if my cheeks actually go red, but I sure felt heat welling there. He only grinned again when he knelt down with the boxers in hand and told me to open up again. I did so, there was no point in struggling, and he stuffed them in and then wrapped the tape around a fair few times. He kind of pushed me closer to up to the couch, so I didn't have to look up as much. So I didn't see him as he folded the work apron, only the darkness as he brought it over my face and tied it off behind my head.
This time I did shout, which only came out as muffled noise, as I heard the familiar voices of the cast. Connor laughed, "You already know what happens, you read the books!"
I seethed behind the blindfold, caught between him deducing I very much liked being tied up, missing the last of the episode and thoroughly enjoying being bound. I decided to make the most of it and relish in the fact this attractive young lad had dominated me, I could always watch the episode online.
As the credits rolled, I felt fingers at my head, and the apron came off. The victorious smile had seemingly stayed stuck to his face ever since he'd bound my wrists. He undid the gag tape, taking the boxers out.
"Ugh, I'll have to wash these again," he said, tossing them away. At least they had been washed, I thought, but even if not there was something so arousing about them being his.
"That was not cool," I said.
"File a complaint," he replied as he began work on the tie, "you weren't complaining before."
There was an awkward silence as he ripped the tape from my ankles and undid the belt around my knees. He stopped before going onto my hands though.
"So, you're really into this?" he asked quietly, his voice not as serious so much as it was small, as if 'I' might judge him depending on my answer.
"Yeah, I am. You don't think I'm weird, do you?"
A small smile, "You were always weird," he rolled me onto my back to undo the belt. "But you know how I said my cousins and I sometimes do it? I kind of like it as well."
Relief flooded through me, adding to the myriad of emotions.
"So, you want to do this again, then?" I asked, hesitantly.
He finally got my hands undone, and I stretched out there on the floor.
"If that's okay," he said, suddenly young again. I stood and put hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.
"I'd like that, it was fun. No hard feelings."
"Feelings maybe, but definitely other things."

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by xtc » Wed Jan 15, 2014 3:54 am

Welcome to the League of TUGs Writers. It's good to read a well-written piece like this and I look forward to your next posting.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by fratboydanny » Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:14 am

I agree. This was a fun read. Thank you for sharing your writing talent with us.

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by mitchelaiden » Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:24 am

Well written and very entertaining... I hope this will continue with more chapters.
P.S loved the boxers gag
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by bondagefreak » Wed Jan 15, 2014 9:14 am

Very well done and beautifully written!
I loved everything about this story.
I'd pay lots of money to have a friend like Connor
The boxers and duct tape was a perfect gag combo and I loved the fact that you mentioned finding it arousing because they were his. Loved the last two sentences of this story
I hope you will keep writing and I definitely hope we get to read more about Connor and yourself.
Keep up the good work and...welcome to the forum

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by Bennett » Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:27 am

Many thanks for the feedback and the reviews, I do appreciate your thoughts. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and look to have further chapters up soon!

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by Chris12 » Thu Jan 16, 2014 9:31 am

One of the best new stories I've read in a while.
Thanks.

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by Bennett » Fri Jan 17, 2014 2:01 am

I dropped my bag down on the end of Connor’s bed, taking a quick glance around the room as I pulled off my shirt. I’d finished work at midday, as the sun reached its zenith in the sky. Despite summer having left weeks ago, its heat still stubbornly remained. Working in the kitchen of semi-popular restaurant didn’t help at all, moving constantly between ovens and ope flames, cursing every time I picked up something too hot or accidently touched a cooking surface. Since my friend Connor lived just a few blocks away, he’d casually suggested in a text that I come visit after my shift.
After the eventful night we’d had in his lounge room almost a week ago, and the fact he was the proud owner of a recently completed backyard pool, I wasn’t going to refuse the offer.
“Hey man, how did work go?” he had asked at the door, clad in just a pair of horizontally thick-striped shorts that had been frequented by teenagers of late. I never knew how the younger kids had money for the constantly changing trends; I was pretty flat out trying to save for when I eventually moved from home.
“Busy as usually for a Friday,” I’d replied. Bike riders, breakfast goers and coffee couples. Overall, it wasn’t too bad; the other people working there were decent. And I had a new ulterior motive, as Connor and I would be working together frequently enough until he began his apprenticeship.
“Oh yeah, same same,” He’d waved me inside. “Chuck your bag in my room; you’re still up for a swim right?”
“Of course, are you kidding me?” His face had seemed to light up, and he dashed away, saying something about already having towels out the back.
I walked over to his door and closed it, digging around my bag for shorts. Connor’s room was pretty normal for a teenager, aside from the fact he’d clearly cleaned up recently. Double bed, desk and chair with a metal back of vertical spokes, laptop, a TV sitting atop an X-Box, a bookcase with games, DVDs and books. I smiled upon seeing “A Game of Thrones” on his bedside, with a bookmark showing his progress of all twelve pages since I’d given it to him on Tuesday.
Within a minute I’d shed my work shoes and pants, replacing them with coast shorts. As I put my shoes away in my bag, I saw Connor’s wardrobe, with one of the sliding doors open all the way, revealing numerous belts and ties hanging from a rack. I raised an eyebrow; never one for subtly, Connor.
I stepped onto the back deck, underestimating how hot the wood was. I hurried down the few stairs and onto the grass, finding Connor had already dived in. The backyard had been finalised a few weeks ago, with trees around the fence providing shade to everywhere but the deck and a few metres of lawn from the stairs, their leaves practically screening the yard from the neighbours. Pot plants, garden beds and a stone path leading to the fenced off pool were all new, while a few beams laid in a pile amongst some other leftover things, probably as part of a deck shade sail. For all their apparent wealth, Connor’s parents were always absent, and never around to enjoy it. Oh well, I’d come to enjoy it for them, later.
The heat was immediately replaced by the cool embrace of the water, doubled from the provided shade. For a minute I just hung suspended under the water, the silence washing away any stress from work. I could see my friend’s blurred lower body sitting on one of the large pool terrace steps.
I surfaced, and was immediately smacked on the head with something before I could clear my eyes. I fumbled around, finding a soft, apple sized, toy soccer ball floating nearby. I picked it up; it had the constituency of a stress ball. I pegged it at Connor’s head, but it bounced off his shoulder.
“So uncalled for!” he shouted.
“Oh, and that wasn’t?” I smiled, as he snatched it from the tiles around the pool and threw it back. I caught it, and we tossed it around for a while, until I decided to hold it like a rugby ball and run at him. As I stumbled through the water, I said, “Ackermann sidesteps his opponent!” in a mock commentator’s voice, dodging Connor’s attempted tackle with a lithe spin. I was about to reach his end of the pool when with a lunge Connor launched himself, catching me around the torso. I held the ball high, but he wrapped an arm around mine and drew it down, within moments he’d slipped his arms between mine and my back, his hands gripping my biceps.
I’d dropped the ball somewhere in the scuffle, but our mutual concern for that had quickly waned. I tried to pull away, slide my arms out of his, but he held onto me tightly. “Too bad tape doesn’t work well with water,” Connor practically purred.
While I relished the near vice grip I was in, having thoroughly enjoyed myself the last time I was under this boy’s dominance, I had been wanting to dish out a little payback for days.
“Hey, I didn’t spoil anything this time,” I joked.
“Maybe not, but it was fun watching you. I’m sure I’ll find something inside,” he said, pushing me towards the steps. I’m sure he meant the collection of belts on display in his room.
“Not if you want your floor covered in water,” I retorted, his superior tone diminishing suddenly at the common sense.
“If I get the towels, will you behave?” he appealed to me, hoping to retain his supremacy.
“We’ll figure something out,” I assured him, putting a foot on the lip of the bottom underwater step, pushing backwards with as much strength as I could muster. I placed my weight high, sending us both under; Connor’s grip disappeared at the suddenness of submersion.
He surfaced, spluttering and trying to wipe the water from his eyes, but I had been ready. He took a few steps forward, arms bent as his hands wiped his face. I slipped my hands under his armpits, then back through the triangle his arms made. I drew my hands together, which in turn pulled his elbows behind his back and together.
“Ah!” he yelped, as his arms stretched past their normal range. I’d heard that as strength increased in a muscle area, flexibility would inversely decrease if you didn’t stretch, or something similar. I didn’t know if that was true, but it seemed to apply to this situation. “All right, all right!” he breathed, going slack in surrender. I eased off a bit; just enough to relieve him of any pain – I didn’t want to hurt him, just make sure he knew the score.
For a moment we stood there, as I hurried to formulate a plan. I’d thought up a dozen ways to try and ‘convince’ Connor to let me tie him up, but I hadn’t expected to have to improvise. If we had been inside, I could’ve taken advantage of his wardrobe, so I scanned the backyard, looking for something, then grinned when I found it.
“Come on you,” I said, leading him up the stairs. I tugged on his elbows a little, just so he wouldn’t try to use my own trick against me.
“You already said you weren’t going inside,” Connor said as I applied the pressure, “You should let me go so we can dry off first,”
“It doesn’t work like that buddy. Besides, you’d be able to get the jump on me once we’re inside.” From his somewhat pleading tone, I guessed he either had been very excited at the prospect of trussing me again, or assumed I’d be pretty thorough about binding him. If the latter was the case, he was assuming correctly.
“I won’t,” he promised. He’d already proven he was stronger, I’d have to start working out properly again, so now that I had him, I needed to secure him to keep the advantage.
When they’d finished work in the backyard, the contractors had left a pile of thin, yellow clothesline like rope behind. I’d seen people use it to mark out the borders of gardens and stuff, looping it around pegs.
I turned to let Connor awkwardly pull the gate tab and led him towards the pile of rope near the bottom of the deck stairs. The sunlight beamed down on us, although my body was already warm as my heart ran with excitement. Using my foot, I dragged out the yellow rope and told Connor to kneel down.
I loosened my hold on him a little, letting my left arm hold his in the crook of my elbow, and gripped his right arm with my left hand. With my right hand I quickly sorted out the rope and found the end. “Lie down on your stomach,” I said, “Hands together,” He did so without much complaint, and I did the same thing he’d done the night he’d restrained me; sat on his lower arms and began tying his elbows together. I tied the end of the rope to his arm just above the elbow, wrapping it around several times before looping it around the other and tying it off.
“How does that feel?” I asked, unable to keep the laughter from my voice. I wound the rope down an arm and sat up, crossing his wrists over each other and getting to work on securing them.
“I was always the one my cousins went for first; it felt so good tying you up last time,”
“Yeah, it is pretty fun, not going to lie,” I said, making a third knot on the wrists.
“You were pretty happy the other night,” he smirked, over his disappointment of being the one tied up and starting to take pleasure in it. And not to mention having his boyish grin again.
“Well, it’s a give and take sort of thing,” I smiled back. “All right, stand up,” There was still another metre and a half left. I took his tensed arm and helped him to his feet. I used up the end by running it around his glistening bare stomach, binding his crossed wrists to his body.
“That doesn’t hurt, does it?” I asked, appraising my work. His shoulders were pulled well back from his torso, as if even in bonds he was able to show off his hard earned muscle tone. Connor’s head was bowed, not in submission but in concentration as he put all his effort into flexing his hands and arms, his eyes unfocused. I took a few quick glances over my friend.
“No, it’s nice actually,” he said casually, “Feels a lot better than the cousins stuff, how’d you get it so tight?”
“Reckon you could get out of that?” I challenged. He grunted, trying to curl his fingers up to the wrist knots, which I’d deliberately left out of reach.
“Damn, I don’t know. How come you didn’t try getting out?”
“I, well, didn’t really want to,” I admitted.
Connor had an intrigued grin at the prospect of a challenge, but it fell a bit. “Oh. I thought I’d done a good job.”
“Well, why don’t we make it interesting? I’ll let you find out how good you are if you can get out in half an hour; you can tie me up however you want,” His eyes gleamed a little at that. “But, you’d have to get out of that first.”
“If I don’t?”
“If you can’t, I get to keep you tied up for an hour, using anything I want.” He stopped struggling for a moment, considering.
“I don’t really have a choice, but yeah, let’s do it,” he agreed. His expression contradicted him; he looked very enthusiastic towards victory and its boons.
“Great, wait here a sec, don’t go anywhere.” I saw his eyes roll as I ducked inside, pretty much dry from the sunlight around the deck. In Connor’s room I found a watch sitting on his bookshelf, and was about to leave when I glanced at his wardrobe, the spoke backed chair. My mind was making connections, and I knew how I would tie him if he couldn’t escape. I looked around the drawers in the wardrobe, finding his underwear one on the second attempt, full of boxers and socks. The former were all single solid colours, but no light blue ones. “Shame,” I said to myself as I left with the watch. Maybe he was wearing them?
Back outside, my friend had retreated to the shade, with no progress on freedom. He looked up at me. I strapped the watch to my wrist and started the timer.
“So I was roped into this by my cousins,” he said, trying to draw his elbows closer to let the rope slacken. Because I’d knotted the rope around both, it was a futile move. “What’s your excuse?”
“I don’t know really. I used to watch shows as a kid, and the best ones were when the characters were tied up, they were my favourites. I’ve had a few friends I’ve dared to let me tie them up or vice versa, but they were never really into it as such.”
“You sure? You seem to know your stuff.”
“I kind of went all out when tying up friends, so they wouldn’t be able to get free. They were never really keen afterwards.”
“I’m only keen for getting you once I’m out,” he declared.
“Time’s ticking big guy, are you sure you can back that up?”
The watch counted its numbers as I took him inside the pool fence, under the shade. Connor sat on the top pool step, his legs in the water as he kept trying to reach the knots I’d made, while I waded around the water. We talked about the first twelve pages he’d read of the book I’d given him, other shows, when our next shifts were, the lucky break we’d both had founding each other out. I checked the timer, seeing it click over to half an hour.
“All right, time’s up,” I announced, which only seemed to invigorate Connor’s attempts. I couldn’t stop watching his muscled form struggle against my handiwork. I snuck a look at the front of his shorts, seeing that despite his initial desire to turn the tables, he was enjoying this just as much as I was. I really couldn’t believe my luck, finding a friend like this. And the spontaneity at both our tie ups – if we took turns trying to see who was better, I don’t think it would be nearly as pleasurable.
“Give me ten minutes,” he pleaded as I took his arms and pulled him to his feet.
“You’ve dried off enough,”
“You’re not dry,” he stalled. I took a towel and spent a few minutes drying myself off, amused at his increasingly animated escape attempts.
I opened the gate and took his arms again. “Come on, deal’s a deal,”
“All right, fine.” I closed the gate behind him, then decided to mess with him a little.
“How long till your parents get home?”
“Four, five hours at least,”
“Maybe I’ll keep you tied up till then, leave you on the lounge floor where they’ll find you,” I said, wondering how I hadn’t broken into a fit.
“NO! I’ll be good,” he stammered. It was funny how empowered he’d been when I was on the receiving end, and how much that changed when the person being tied did.
He kept protesting; his voice a boy’s rather than a teenagers. His parents seemed nice, I’d met them a few times, I wonder if he’s as afraid of being found out as I am. Without thinking, with one hand slipped between his and his back, I clamped the other over his mouth. I would find out in a minute that using my hand felt better than any gag, and Connor would in later days come to agree with me. How close our bodies were, the tightness of his bonds. He said something muffled from behind the hand, so I frogmarched him inside. I knew this would become a fond shared memory soon, so I decided to make it a good one.
We came to his room; he was still making not-so-muffled noises. “Relax,” I stressed, “I’m not leaving you to your parents.” He moaned in relief. I sat him down on the chair, reluctantly taking my hand from his mouth, and collecting a few belts and ties.
“I thought you were serious,” he said, as I fed a belt through the chair back and around his upper arms, doing the same with another around his stomach, rendering his torso immobile against the chair. I cinched a pair of ties around his ankles to the chair legs, then stood back and savoured my friend’s helplessness. He tested the water for a few minutes, trying to find a way to move, any give, while I looked on, unable to turn away. His shorts were tight against his legs as he moved his knees to free his ankles, but to no avail.
I brought another chair in from the dining table and sat next to him. “I was going to gag you with those boxers you used on me, but I couldn’t find them,” I said.
“Oh, I’m wearing them,” he said offhanded. Nice. Then he looked at me, “Can you do it anyway, I want to try it,”
I had a Cheshire grin as I sifted through the drawer, thinking red was good enough. I took a thick tie from the rack, and Connor opened his mouth expectantly. The black tie I tightened behind his head after the boxers went in. I’ll admit he looked quite attractive with it, his expression content. I turned on his X-Box so I wouldn’t stare, and played Titanfall for an hour with my silent companion watching. I didn’t really care about the game, although I wasn’t too shabby at it, but enjoyed the proximity to the happily bound boy. A few times he renewed his attempts to free himself, but other than that he sat there without complaint.
After an hour, I’d reluctantly decided it was enough. He’d only had bound me for an hour, I’d had him at my mercy for nearly two. I pulled the tie down from his mouth and let him spit the boxers out.
“Glad I came over?” I asked as I started untying.
“I wanted to tie you up again, with the cousins I’d rather be the one tying, but with you I don’t know, it feels so good when you’re the one who ties me. And the cousins have never done it so tightly.”
“I will say; I have had a lot of fun. But I didn’t want to have you like that too much longer, figured you’d be hungry by now.”
“Yeah, a bit, but I don’t mind.” I undid the belts and let him stand.
“Come here,” I said, undoing the rope. I let my fingers stroke across his abs a little as I pulled the rope.
“Still, I was hoping I’d be the one doing the tying today,” he grinned, still hopefully. Man, this guy did not let up.
“Ah, I see. Let’s eat first, wait until it gets cooler.”
“Okay,” he said, excited that I hadn’t actually said ‘no’.
I stopped undoing the rope, still around his wrists and elbows. “I could still leave you to your parents,” I joked, to a new round of protests.

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by hafnermg » Fri Jan 17, 2014 3:47 am

awesome to have you on board and on the board...lol i know that was bad but seriously welcome to us and glad to have you. I most definitely look forward to more from you!

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Post by xtc » Fri Jan 17, 2014 4:18 am

Please keep going WHEN you are ready.
Please take the time to read over what you have written before posting.
I look forward to the next part.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by hujikelmop » Fri Jan 17, 2014 8:18 am

More great work!

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Post by mikeybound » Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:40 am

You can do so much with these guys and the cousins alone. I look forward to reading more!

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Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:45 am

Wonderful continuation!
I love the fact that Connor, although he enjoyed being tied up, remains adamant about gaining the upper hand and being in control. Me thinks he is a natural dom
I love this story. Well done and keep up the good work!

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Post by mitchelaiden » Tue Jan 21, 2014 10:51 am

Omg u love your writing...
Cant wait fot the next chapter
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

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Post by mikeybound » Tue Jan 21, 2014 11:57 am

And here I thought they stopped making them like you. May you make many new stories!

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Post by tiednw » Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:58 am

Great story! Keep going on like this!

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Post by fratboydanny » Wed Jan 22, 2014 10:22 pm

Terrific continuation. Thanks and I am looking forward to more.

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Post by Bennett » Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:33 am

Hello again! I thought I might try my hand at another story before uni, so a continuation. It's obviously been a while, so forgive inconsistencies between this and the first two. I'm experimenting a bit with levels of description, characterisation and whatnot, so if I seem to be droning on too much, let me know and I'll try to streamline my writing a little. That's not to say I'll cut it down heaps, but just find a balance. Hope you enjoy.
I let the car roll along the driveway, a long dirt affair that stretched across a recently cut rural lawn with tall gum and pine trees scattered randomly about. I kept an eye out for a handful of chickens that strutted about; expecting there to be more activity on this massive property, but it was seemingly rather empty. Connor himself was staring into the distance, his knee bouncing nervously in the footwell. The house came into view, blocked by the gate by a screen of trees. It was a massive two story wooden house; tin roof, wraparound verandah, screens providing shade for the western and northern faces. Not the mention privacy, but that didn’t really matter with this amount of land.
“Just here?” I asked, following a curve around the back of the house to a large shed, which could have been a small house in itself. A concreted area held three cars already.
“Yeah, wherever’s good,” he answered, scrutinising the main entrance, which strangely enough was on the back face of this house, for signs of life.
I came to a stop next to an older ute. As I stepped out, two young men came down the fancy main stairs. The thinner one was maybe fourteen, a few centimetres taller than me with short dark hair and limber arms, emphasised as he bounded down the stairs enthusiastically. The other was a head taller, maybe twenty, with considerably more muscle.
“Look at you!” the older one called out as Connor came around the car. He nudged Connor’s arm, “Do you have a license for these?” he asked. I smirked knowing that the elder’s own limbs would carry twice as many infarctions.
“Shut it,” Connor said, unable to keep the smile away. “Bennett, this is one of the many cousins I told you about.” The younger one wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “This one’s Christian,” he said, “and-”
“Joshua,” the elder cut in, extending a hand. I shook, holding my own as his hand tried to absorb mine.
“The aforementioned Bennett,” I smiled. Joshua released my hand, amused I match the exaggerated handshake.
“Nice to be able to put a face to a name,” he said, “Sorry, I’ve gotta run; I’m grabbing dinner. Chris can’t cook for crap.” Christian gave him a look, as Joshua walked to his car. “I’ll be back about half an hour before the episode, Christian maybe you can keep them occupied until then.” I grinned at the suggestion, wondering how much Connor had told his cousins about our recent times together. I waved as Joshua reversed away, and Christian led us around the side of the house.
“Is it just Liam as well?” Connor asked his cousin, who nodded.
“Dad’s away for the week, Sophie’s just left for her friend’s and Mum’s busy in the study. As long as we keep it down, we’ve got the lounge to ourselves. Christian seemed quite excited, almost with a bounce in his step. He was wearing a yellow sports polo and light blue shorts, with the beginnings of muscle showing in his limbs. We ducked under the verandah overhang onto a paved strip, and he led us through an open concertina door into what I guessed was the lounge.
“Nice,” I said, taking in the room. It almost spanned the entire eastern face of the house, with a pool table and a bar setup at the northern end and a few very comfortable looking modern lounges around a massive TV screen down the southern side. Apart from a pair thin support posts in the middle, which seemed out of place, the middle of the room was clear. A large portion of the eastern wall consisted of wooden framed, glass concertina doors, each with a pull down curtain. One could easily open up the lounge to the outside for parties. Or take advantage of the convenient posts there.
“With only four of us still at home, we could spread out a bit.” Christian explained, dropping onto one of the lounges, which tried to eat him. “This used to be Ryan’s room; the other side was Cooper’s. Took out the wall, but had to leave the supports in.”
“I see,” I replied, trying to impose the image of two rooms in this space. It must’ve been pretty loud with eight children running around. Or maybe not, given this family’s apparent reputation.
Connor dropped his bag by the lounge and was similarly engulfed by the cushions. He made a show of spreading out, a similar expression to one from that Monday two weeks back. He’d offhandedly asked me at work if I wanted to watch the next Game of Thrones episode at his cousins rather than his place, a little too casually. As much as I had wanted to see how the night would’ve played out with just him and me, given the last two episodes, I was very intrigued by his origin story he’d told me about the cousins. And going by Christian’s bouncy mood, it might not be a stretch to assume they were thinking along similar lines.
“Are you any good at pool?” I asked them both, wondering if I could steer the conversation.
“I’m pretty good.” Christian perked up. “I’ll play you.” I laughed at his forwardness, but Connor seemed disappointed to be left out. Christian noticed this, and rolled his eyes. “I could grab Liam if you want doubles.”
“Shotgun Liam’s team,” Connor said, already heading out to find him.
“He’s in his room!” Christian called after him, taking a cue.
“I assume Liam’s pretty good?” I asked, setting up the triangle. They sure were forward, these guys.
Christian grinned widely, showing off teeth that might have just had the braces taken off. “Liam’s good enough to carry, but I’m banking on Connor screwing up. But are you any good?” he looked me square in the eye.
“Few rounds here and there,” I replied casually, lining up a shot with the white and sending it down the length of the table, having it rebound off one corner to slip straight into the opposite pocket. Christian raised an eyebrow, “Not bad.” At least he hadn’t seen my face; that fluke would be the best shot of the day.
“So what grade are you in?” I asked, making conversation.
“Nine,” so fourteen or fifteen. “How about you, eleven?”
I burst into laughter, “Ah, no. Coming into a third year of uni.”
“You serious?”
“Afraid so. I shave often enough and everyone’s taller than me.” I took another practise shot, but my foot slipped a little on the tiles, sending the ball a pathetic few centimetres. I took off my shoes and socks. I wore a dark blue collared button up and white, close fitting chino shorts, which contrasted a bit with Christian’s sports duds. Connor came back, in his grey shorts and casual white shirt, followed by a guy about ten centimetres taller than me.
“…so I’m helping you against Christian? I know you’re bad, but he’s not- oh hey,” Liam stopped short as he saw me.
“Hey man, Bennett.” I introduced myself with an extended hand.
“Sorry, I’m so out of it. Liam; how’s it going?”
“Not too bad, considering we’re gonna kick Connor’s arse.”
“Maybe,” Liam took a cue. “Unfortunately I have to stop that from happening. And apparently there’s a bet involved?” Liam wasn’t particularly large like Joshua, but he was lean and fit looking. His short hair curled a bit, unlike his brother’s, and he wore a white shirt with long red chinos.
“So the bet?” Connor asked, his usual manner returning at the prospect of victory.
“You’re the guy who … introduced Connor to Game of Thrones?” Liam asked neutrally.
“Yeah, he’s the guy.” Christian clarified. I raised an eyebrow in Liam’s direction, who raised his hands apologetically.
“Sorry; I’ve been busy with uni,” he said, “I assume Connor told you…?”
“He sure did,” and his nervous expression fell into a knowing smile.
“Care to tell us how?” Christian asked, white teeth bared again.
“Let’s settle this bet first,” I mediated.
“Winning team gets to do whatever to the losing.” Connor announced, reminding me of the fun we had at his pool the week before last, and the similar bet I’d given to him. And won. I stepped at little closer to the table as another part of me remembered the sight of his arms trussed behind his back, unable to slip his way out. The added bonus of tying him to the chair afterwards was fresh in my mind. And now, either I’d do the same again, or Christian and I would be captives together. Not bad for having known these guys for less than an hour.
“I’ll agree to that,” I said and Liam took the break, sinking a solid from the first shot. He missed the follow up, and I let Christian take the next turn. He was presented with an odd angle if he was to take an easy solid, and leant across the table awkwardly, his shirt stretching across his back.
“So how’d it happen?” he asked, missing the solid but rebounding with enough force to accidently sink a stripe. “Totally meant to do that.”
“Well this guy doesn’t stop talking smack when it comes to Game of Thrones,” Connor began, outlining our activity over the course of the episode, going into great detail and length to describe the bonds and how superior he’d been, with myself adding a few details here and there. Liam listened quietly, a perpetual smirk on his face and occasional ‘boys will be boys’ shake of the head as he patiently lined up his shots. Christian pressed for more experiential details from my perspective – how did it feel, was it totally restricting, did I try to get out? I responded in similar levels of detail, finding it funny how quickly we considered each other familiar and how casually the conversation went.
“Hogtie, nice,” Christian commented near the conclusion of the game. We had two stripes to sink, while our opponents were on the black, but it was well snookered by one of ours, so we had some breathing room.
“I take it Connor told you where he got it from?” Liam asked, missing the black and giving Christian an extra shot. My partner used it well, sinking a stripe and then missing the next, giving one shot to Connor.
“He mentioned something about always being the damsel,” I said, which earned me a dirty look as he tried to tap the white, but it didn’t go nearly as far as he wanted it to.
“Well, you’ve met Joshua, who always good for it. And Chris here was pretty keen to meet you.” Liam said “Before we started moving out, it used to get pretty interesting whenever Connor was over.”
“It still does sometimes,” Christian laughed.
I lined up the shot to separate the stripe and the black. “You didn’t hear of what happened the Friday after that?”
“Do tell.”
“He tried to get me again when I was over for a swim, but I turned the tables on him.” I couldn’t help but grin. “I had him trussed for a good hour and a half.”
“Hey! The last hour was a bit overkill.” My friend complained.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t if you had the chance.”
“You mean when I get the chance.”
The striped ball tapped the black on its way out, with enough force and spin to sink the stripe, but the black diligently followed it out. I bowed my head at the realisation that I’d lost us the game.
Connor’s face was the all too common grin of triumph, and I looked to Christian with an expression of hopelessness. My partner put a familiar hand on my shoulder and gave me a ‘what can you do?’ look.
“All right, so how are we going to do this?” I asked, replacing the cue and collecting the balls. Liam looked to Connor and shrugged.
“I’ll take Bennett,” my friend announced, happy to even out the score. The second week of the show had seen me again in the position of dominance, which made it 2:1 in my favour. Liam seemed amused, but said he was happy to follow Connor’s lead; he had to get back to studying he said.
“You guys wait here, I’ll be back.” Liam said, but Connor wasn’t content to wait. He put his hands around my arms, walking me towards one of the posts. I let him hold me; a bet was a bet, and while it was always so satisfying to be the captor, I was happy either side of the ropes.
“You’ve been working out,” he commented, testing the muscle I’d hurried to develop over the fortnight since our first game.
“It sure came in handy last time,” I retorted, as he stood me against the inside post, facing the other one and sitting me down, wrists together behind the thing. Chris mirrored me, of his own accord, smiling at me the whole time. I was pretty sure he was the youngest in the family, and like Connor, was very used to this.
“What?” I asked him.
“It’s nice sharing captivity with someone new.”
Liam returned with a bag of goods, dumping it in the space between the posts. As he picked through it, I saw a multitude of ties, belts, duct tape, cloth, a few pairs of socks even. Connor leaned forward and took a classic ring belt (I wondered if half of his wardrobe consisted of these for solely this reason) and secured my elbows together behind the post, drawing them so close together I was unable to join them to slip out. With a tie he lashed my wrists together, palm to palm, ensuring the knots were out of reach. I was glad he went with the tie; it was more comfortable and allowed him to make it tighter. No rope burn neither.
Across the way, Christian was causing Liam no trouble as the older cousin emulated Connor’s methods, but using ties and cloth rather than the belts. More personal I guess, and I’ll admit it was pretty invigorating watching someone else being tied. Christian didn’t resist; his body responded every time Liam cinched a knot. I watched in something like a trance; it was strange watching Christian being bound, and feeling the corresponding bonds around my own body.
After my elbows and wrists, Connor reappeared in my vision, scrounging through the bag and picking out a pair of socks, making a little noise of disappointment. Probably at the lack of underwear. I opened up and he worked a sock between my jaws, then he pushed my head forward to apply a length of duct tape over my mouth a few times. I watched Liam do something similar, but instead he looped a strip of cloth over Christian’s mouth, and the youngest boy groaned beneath it experimentally. He proceeded to try to talk from under it, as if having a normal conversation with me, and my laughter was similarly muffled.
I felt fingers around my stomach as Connor ran something around my body, tying one end to the wrists before pulling it taunt and doing the same to the other end. My shirt was drawn tight over my chest, as was my mirror’s; from the way our arms were pulled behind us. Another length of cloth fixed my thighs together, and a further one around my ankles. Connor did a spot check of my body, and I humoured him with an attempt to move, but I found very little give. He decided it wasn’t enough, and put a belt below my knees as well for good measure. Liam was soon done with Christian, and the captors stood up to appraise their work.
For a moment they stepped out of my immediate field of vision, so I exchanged glances with the bound boy across from me. Everything about his predicament I could only describe as tight; his arms pulled his shirt taunt over his chest, and his shorts were similarly form fitting. Connor was ecstatic; we both knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I wouldn’t mind the option; turning it around would make my day, but I also found myself wanting to be the next one to bind Christian. While Connor was reluctant to be a captive, I felt Christian was happy any which way, and I imagined a few methods I could bind the handsome youth.
“All right, I’m going back to study. Yay for me; I’ll be back to untie them before the episode.” Liam left, with Connor deflating a little, but it was still an hour and a half at least. I made a more thorough attempt at escapism, patiently feeling the bonds and trying to get a mental image of the nature of the knots. Christian across from me was doing something similar, and for a quarter of an hour Connor watched us both, until movement outside caught my attention. Someone walked past the concertina doors and tapped on the glass, their gaze by their phone by the looks of things.
I started; for all the familiarity and friendly nature of the guys, I irrationally found myself embarrassed at the idea of a stranger seeing me. Christian and Liam had become fast friends, but this was different, until Connor let the person in; a young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen, about Christian’s height with similar features, brunette hair in a short pixie cut. She wore dark skinny jeans and a long sleeved white shirt. A glance to Christian and she smiled to herself.
“Never out of trouble are you, baby brother?” she said slyly, before seeing me and stopping fast. An unknown stranger, in the inner circle. “A friend of yours?” she asked.
“The guy I was talking about, Bennett.” Connor explained, which enough for a knowing look to appear.
“He’s kind of cute, for a school kid,” she flirted, and in that moment my attention doubled.
“Actually he’s in third year uni,” Connor said wily and she was as surprised as Christian had been.
“Interesting,” she mused. Connor looked to me, “This one’s Sophie. I thought you were at a friend’s?”
“Forgot my gloves,” she replied and disappeared. I tracked her out the room. Christian gave me a wink. Sophie was soon back, holding a pair of boxing gloves. “All right, have a good night. I might be back before you go.” She waved, the last words directed towards me. I was intrigued; my mind jumped between relishing the bonds, watching Christian, wanting to tie he and Connor up, and wondering if Sophie was just playing or was actually genuine. A boxer? And assumingly one attracted to bondage, or at least cool with it.
I was too occupied with my thoughts to try to escape, but Christian was making a good enough effort for the both of us. Over the last fortnight, my friendship with Connor had become far more intimate, and I wondered what our relationship was now. I was attracted to him, sure, but there were little in the way of romantic notions. Then again, I was also entertaining thoughts of binding Christian myself, so I was unsure as to how sincere I was at the present. Sometime well after Connor had closed the curtains and turned the light on, having experimented with my level of ticklishness and doing the same to Christian, which had really set me off, Liam and Joshua returned, bearing several pizza boxes. The smell pervaded my nose, drawing me from my internal musings.
Joshua gave us a knowing grin. “So you did keep Chris occupied.” The younger gave a reply. “Didn’t take you guys long. Come on, show’s about to start.” He and Liam sat down at the lounge, happy to eat, leaving Connor to untie us. He took Christian’s gag out, then came over to me. He started with my legs, Christian chatting to his older brothers all the while. I felt slack and stretched out my legs and Connor started undoing my gag, making a few delicate but unsubtle brushes against my face with his fingers, further confusing my thoughts. As the sock came out, I asked, “So … Sophie does boxing?” I asked innocently.
“Careful there,” Liam said, fixing me with a gaze only a girl’s older brother could.
Joshua seemed to find it amusing. “You’re quick off the mark. She does two martial arts. Black belt in both.” I couldn’t tell if he was leading me on.
“What happened to David?” Christian asked, still tied.
“David?” I ventured, as Connor’s fingers ran over my stomach to undo that loop, causing me to lurch a little.
“Her ex.” Liam said simply. “Fractured wrist.”
“No, wasn’t it a broken knee?” Connor asked, exaggerating his frown, fingers glancing on mine.
“I thought he was straight up knocked out.” Christian smiled.
“It was definitely something that required a trip to the hospital.” Joshua grinned.
Connor leaned close and said quietly, “It was a judo match,” but I didn’t know if that was reassuring or not. I shook my head incredulously.
Connor finally released me from the post, and started putting the bonds back into the bag. I shrugged to myself and walked over and started undoing Christian’s wrists, crouching with a knee up to make my enjoyment less obvious. Joshua turned to me with half a pizza slice in his hand. “You’re welcome to stay over man,” he said, with Liam nodding in agreement. Christian looked over my shoulder expectantly, and I said, “I appreciate it,” which drew grins from everyone present.
Oh dear, what had I gotten myself into?

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by xtc » Sun Mar 02, 2014 3:16 am

I'm glad you managed to post a extra episode before uni. Please don't even think of "streamlining" your writing. It is completely unnecessary to contract what gives your readers a clear idea of setting and atmosphere.
On the "Oops" side, however there are one or two typos unless I've misunderstood. I assume it was loungeR that tried to eat him and that it was his originAL story.
I look forward to the next episode when your university work allows.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by mikeybound » Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:27 am

I love these little episodes. Things move along nicely when you write like this. Can't wait to read more.

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Post by chadmc90 » Sun Mar 02, 2014 10:11 am

Can't believe I overlooked this story! So far so good. Look forward to next chapter!
Btw, If your into Game of Thrones, I'm writing a story loosely base on it in this section. I mainly use the character names and a few references from the series, but it's an original story otherwise.
Check out my latest story A Cowboy's Dream!
Feedback highly appreciated! Feel free to Private Message me if you prefer to not post on the public forum!

### Re: No Further Spoilers (M/M)

Post by mitchelaiden » Sun Apr 13, 2014 1:52 pm

Oh My God! this story is amazing,
Love the use of underwear gags (and Connor's reaction to there being no underwear in the bag to use as a gag) although I would love for some in the future to be dirty (and hopefully from the captors themselves)
But anyway, Love the story and can't wait for the next chapter
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty