That is the first story I post here.
My name is Daniel and that what I tell you happened in the summer two years ago when I was twelve.
Our parents left for a four week cruise to celebrate their 15th anniversary and my fourteen year old brother Niklas and I spent our summer holidays alone at home. Our parents knew that they could trust us. In addition we live in a smaller town, where almost everyone knows every each other. Therefore they had no reservations to leave us back home.
My brother tied me up for fun before (mostly with little success) or I tied him up (mostly with yet less success), but my first serious tie-up happened that summer.
Back then I was rather tender for my age and had long blond hair.
A few day after our parent`s departure I was playing soccer with friends and went back home about noon. Niklas and one of his friends, Kevin, sat on the terrace; they were concerned with their smartphones. I shortly noticed them looking to me and whispering, but I gave no thought to that. After stripping my sneaker I first went into the kitchen, to take a cold coke, then I intended to change my clothes – I still wore my sweaty blue T-Shirt, blue trunks and white ankle socks.
When I noticed that Niklas and Kevin had entered the kitchen as well I turned around. They grinned at me and Kevin held a coil of rope in his hands. By reason that I stood no chance against them and I thought I quickly could break free I almost made no resistance. My brother was able to turn my arms behind my back and keep them crossed without major trouble.
Kevin tied the crossed wrists several times, tightened the rope firmly and knotted the ends of the rope accurately. I tore at my bonds for a short time, but no chance they were too tight. The crossed position of my hands furthermore ensured, that I was not able to reach with my fingers the rope not to mention the knots.
Before I was able to think about this situation my brother asked „And what will we do to him now?” Kevin went to the sink and took the wet dishcloth yet containing the breadcrumbs of the breakfast.
He returned to me and told me to open my mouth. When I saw the ugly dishcloth I firmly shook my head. But at last I had no chance: My brother clutched my chest while Kevin kept my nose shut until I was forced to open my mouth to breathe. Kevin quickly shoved the dishcloth deep in my mouth and gagged me with a coiled up dishtowel which he accurately knotted behind my head. My protests were limited to a muffled “Mmmmmmpppppfffff”, far below low volume.
„And now?“ my brother asked. Kevin seemed to think about it. “Take him to the chair!” he finally told and pointed to our kitchen chairs. They were made of wood consisting of single boards with intervals between; the chairs had rather high chair-backs. My brother felt my arising resistance and gave no leeway to me when he pushed me to the chairs where I had to sit down.
In the meantime Kevin had taken a further piece of rope. He now lifted my tied arms to the upper edge of the chair-back and tied my tied wrists to the upper edge of the chair-back. Thereby I was forced in a far bended forward position which was very uncomfortable to me. Next he took my left leg and tied it on the ankle to the back left chair leg. Then he fixed my right leg on the back right chair leg in the same way. As a result of this I now sat with wide spread legs on the chair. Even though I was almost completely unable to move Kevin then tied my thighs to the seat of the chair with two additional ropes.
I tried to protest a further time but my gag prevented any reasonable word.
The last I saw was Kevins mean grinning before he blindfolded me with a headband. “Remain seated as well-behaved boys do, Daniel!” he told me.
Niklas and Kevin left – I was alone.
I tore at my bonds – no way! All I was able to move where my fingers, my toes and my head………
Will be continued – if the story pleases you!
Sorry for the bad English but it is not my first language!