It was my first day of high school, and I was going to attend a completely different school than the one I’d thought I’d be going to just a couple of weeks before. I was nervous, but a lot less so than I’d have been under the original plan: attending the school in my old home town. There, I had no friends and only a few casual acquaintances, but in my new city I’d made some close friends and classes hadn’t even started yet. My friends weren’t all in the same grade that I was, but the fact that they were there and that I’d be able to see them and talk with them every day (at lunch and possibly at other times) was comforting. High school had changed from an overwhelming prospect into something that I could almost look forward to.
Walter and Randy, the cousins I was living with at the time, both had their driver’s licenses. Randy was only 15, but that was old enough for a license at the time. Walter already had his own car, so he’d be able to drive Randy and me to school. But as my cousins were on the soccer team and would be staying after classes fairly often to practice, I’d need to ride the bus home on a regular basis. So we all agreed that I should take the bus to school the first day so that the driver would be aware that I existed and know that I was on his route. I’d been enrolled at the school at the last minute and it was possible he didn’t know about me yet. He’d have met Walter and Randy, though, so they offered to ride on the bus with me so that they could introduce me to the driver and to some of the other students.
As the bus had come from the direction of town, where everybody I’d met so far lived, I saw some familiar faces immediately. Al, Ron, and David were on the bus and they all said hello. Rusty and Gary weren’t there; they had their own vehicles and were driving to school. Julia and Melanie also drove to school most of the time, but on this first day they were on the bus. Tom, George, Morgan, and my other younger friends were in junior high or grade school, so they were missing; the lower grades began (and ended) an hour later and so the younger kids would ride the school buses at different times than I would. However, enough of my friends were aboard to make me feel at ease despite the fact that I was meeting other kids my age on the bus for the very first time.
The high school was six miles further down the road from where I lived with my aunt and cousins, and most of this distance was along roads I’d never been down before. No one that I knew lived in this direction, so I’d had no reason to travel this way until now. So whenever the bus stopped to pick up new passengers, Walter or one of the others would call out to them and introduce me. Apparently my cousins knew everybody along the way because there were no exceptions to the introductions; I met every last person who boarded the bus! Normally I’d have been too shy to introduce myself to anybody, but my cousins and friends made it so easy for me that it was as if I already knew everybody there.
About a mile from my aunt’s house we passed a large farmhouse. I noticed that a car was pulling out of the driveway with a teenage driver aboard and another one in the passenger seat. This was apparently somebody who’d opted to drive himself and a sibling or friend to school rather than ride the bus. I quickly forgot about this scene, but I was to become quite familiar with this house and the driver and passenger of the car before very long.
The first few days of school were a whirlwind of new faces and experiences. I wrote extensively in my diary but that’s all that I have to go on now; it’s pretty much a blur in my memory. But thanks to my friends, things went smoothly, considering that I was not only a freshman but a relative stranger to the area. I even started to make new friends. They weren't like my existing friends, of course; just typical acquaintances of the type that any boy my age might make. Again, my cousins and other friends made it easier for me. Without them, I’m sure that my natural shyness would’ve condemned me to a lonely four years in high school.
But the most interesting first encounter I’d have with one of my classmates didn’t happen at school at all, but somewhere else on the weekend that followed the first week of classes
It was early on a beautiful, hot, and sunny Saturday morning. Walter, Randy, and I were going to have the house to ourselves for the weekend while Aunt Yvette visited my mother to keep her company at my old house (which my mother was in the process of putting up for sale). My older brother was still there, but he’d soon be inducted into the Navy, leaving my mother to live alone in the house until she was able to buy a new one in Aunt Yvette’s town and I moved in with her there. At any rate, with Aunt Yvette away, the three Tuggers were going to play. In fact, Walter and Randy were already wrapping me up in duct tape (with me dressed only in my boxer shorts) before Aunt Yvette’s car was completely out of the driveway.
I figured that we’d stay indoors this time, since their usual habit if outdoors was on the agenda was to cuff my hands behind my back, hobble me so that I could walk but not run, and lead me on a leash along the path out back to a quiet spot in the woods (or to a rendezvous spot near David’s house where we might meet some of the others). But this time they surprised me.
After they’d half-mummified me with duct tape so that I couldn’t move a muscle, they funnel-gagged me so that I couldn’t talk either. This should have made me suspicious. They generally used a funnel gag (allowing me to breathe through my mouth as well as my nose) only when they planned to leave me tied up alone for a significant length of time. Of course, even if I’d suspected something, it was too late to do anything about it. They picked me up bodily and carried me out to the backyard. Then Walter went to the shed nearby to fetch a contraption I’d never seen before, and suddenly I knew that I was in for a new and interesting experience.
The contraption was another David the Wonder Boy original invention. This new toy was similar to the “bondage rack" that Gary’s younger brother and his friends had trapped me in the previous month. It was built on a sturdier frame, however, and didn’t have quite as many straps as the previous model. It was also about eighteen inches wider, allowing sufficient room for the legs of secondary occupants as they sat on top of the primary occupant (with padding for their knees if they were kneeling). There were some additional enhancements that made this device stand out. It was built on top of a framework with wheels like those of a kid’s red wagon, and it had two handles by which it could be pulled along by one or two people just like a normal kid’s wagon would be. “My First Bondage Wagonâ€, patent pending!
As I was laid into the thing, I noticed that my cousins had conveniently left portions of my limbs uncovered with duct tape at exactly the right places to use most of the straps to secure me to the wagon. Not too surprisingly, it turned out that this wasn’t a coincidence. Within moments, I was once again completely helpless inside one of David’s inventions - and awaiting the pleasure of my captors (and presumably eventual tormentors). Even if I hadn’t been duct-taped, the wagon alone would have been enough to hold me prisoner; the combination of tape and wagon was definitely overkill. I literally could not move a muscle – except to blink!
“We’re taking you for a ride, Jase,†Walter said to me as he and Randy walked to the front of the “wagon†and grabbed the pull handles. “Hold on!â€
Hold on? I couldn’t get out – or even fall out – if I wanted to!
The sledge on wheels was a somewhat bumpy but still pleasant ride as my cousins pulled it down the familiar trail into the woods. I couldn’t turn my head but could only gaze skyward as the trees (already starting to show the first signs of autumn colors) passed by. I knew the route, however, and I figured we were going to David’s house to show him his invention in action.
But we went only a few hundred yards before my cousins abruptly pulled the wagon off the trail, over a small grassy hill, and on into a stand of trees. Now we were completely out of sight and earshot of anybody else. We might as well have been out in the remote wilderness as far as my having any hope of rescue or interference from passers-by was concerned. I wasn’t worried, though; I trusted my captors implicitly and knew that whatever fun they had with me, they’d never really harm me.
And, in fact, all they did was remove their shirts and sit down on top of my chest and belly like they’d done dozens of times before and teased and taunted me for about an hour. The worst thing they did that whole time was to gently slap my face (not even hard enough to sting) and tickle me in the relatively few spots left uncovered by duct tape or straps. Fortunately for me, my most ticklish spots were inaccessible to them under these conditions.
Then my cousins stood up and put on their shirts. “Time to go meet David,†said Walter.
“Yep,†replied Randy. “Shall we take Jase?â€
Walter took a look at me and smiled a distinctly evil smile. “Naw! He’s been a real *drag* lately. Let’s just leave him here!â€
I *mmphed* impatiently, not really believing that they were serious. However, my feeble noises, almost inaudible through the gag, became more insistent as Walter and Randy actually started to walk away back the way we’d come – leaving me bound and helpless right where I was! I figured they’d quit their prank at any moment and come back for me. But they kept on walking, and I could hear them talking loudly even when they were out of sight beyond the trees and the little hill we’d climbed over to get here. And from the fading sounds of their conversation, they were *still* walking away – and they kept doing so until they were completely out of earshot.
They really *were* leaving me here all alone!
Even then I was sure that this was only a prank, and that they’d sneak back over to surprise me and either release me or drag me along in the wagon with them. But as more time passed and nothing happened, I began to realize that I really was going to remain stuck here for a while.
I thought that my cousins might be watching me secretly from a distance and laughing at my plight, but I saw no evidence that this was the case. Due to where they’d placed me, they wouldn’t be able to see me from the ground from any great distance; they’d have to climb a nearby tree to see me at all. And I knew they couldn’t possibly climb a tree close enough to spy on me without my hearing them. My hearing was exceptional, and though they’d made no attempt to plug my ears, I heard nothing at all but the normal sounds of a quiet forest.
Despite my trust in my cousins, I started to panic a little. What weird trick were they playing on me now?! They knew darned well it that was against the rules of our tie-up and torment club to leave “prisoners†unattended for more than an hour. Did they believe that they could fool me into thinking they’d *really* abandon me here like this, like they tried to fool Gordon during his initiation when they left him tied to a tree all night? They must know I wouldn’t be fooled by such a trick, so why do it?
But then again… where the Hell *were* they? I told myself that this was just a lame attempt on their part to scare me. The problem was, as time passed, it started to work. What would I do if something happened and they couldn’t come back to get me? What if David and his brothers tied them up and gagged them so that they couldn’t tell them about my situation? What if…
Snap!
What was *that*?
Crackle!
Somebody was coming! Oh Thank God! Walter and Randy had finally gotten tired of their game and were coming to get me. Grrr! When I got free, I’d…
A football flew out of nowhere and landed just a few feet from my head.
“Where it’d go?†a completely unfamiliar kid’s voice called out from somewhere nearby… in a completely different direction than the one Randy and Walter had gone!
“It went into the trees over there,†called a different, apparently younger kid’s voice from even closer in the same direction as the first one. “I’ll get it!â€
Before I could have reacted even if I’d been capable of movement, a twelve-year-old Asian boy suddenly appeared from behind some bushes in the direction of my feet. The boy came to a dead stop right in front of me. He took one look at me, his eyes grew really big, and he turned around and he ran back the way he’d come before I could even *mmph* through my gag at him.
“Sho! Sho!†I heard the kid yell as he retreated. “Come here! Quick!â€
“Where’s the football?†asked the other boy in a bored way.
“There’s some guy tied up in there!†said the younger boy.
“Are you serious?†replied the older boy scornfully.
“Come and see for yourself!†insisted the younger boy.
I could hear both of them coming back. Well, this was going to be embarrassing; but at least rescue was at hand.
Or so I thought!
Back came the first boy, and with him came another taller, slender boy who resembled the first one so much I knew that they had to be brothers. As he came closer, I realized that I’d seen him before in school. He was a classmate I hadn’t been introduced to yet; his name was Sho Ashida. He was about my age or a bit older, about 5’ 9â€, and he weighed about 130 pounds. The younger boy was over a foot shorter; he probably weighed about 70 pounds tops.
Both boys were wearing long-sleeved hooded sweaters, gym shorts, tube socks, and sneakers. The younger boy also wore a baseball cap.
Sho looked at me and said something softly in a language that wasn’t familiar (it turned out to be Japanese). At the time, I figured it probably meant “WTF?!†The younger boy giggled at the remark, replied in the same language, and then giggled some more. The two of them just stood there after that and stared at me with wide grins on their faces. They looked around, apparently to see if anybody else was nearby, then they walked over to me and each got down on one knee right beside me.
“Hi!†Sho greeted me. “You’re Jason, aren’t you? I remember seeing you in school.â€
And then he just stayed there, as though he expected me to answer him!
I gurgled through the gag to make it clear that no coherent answers to his query would be forthcoming while I had the funnel gag in my mouth.
“Oh, sorry,†said Sho apologetically and fumbled around with the gag – apparently looking for a way to remove it without hurting me. “I don’t know what to do with this, Jirou†he told his brother after a moment. “Go get Ichiro.â€
The younger boy immediately jumped up and ran off, calling for Ichiro. Who the heck was Ichiro?! I wondered.
I soon found out. He’d evidently been close by, because the younger boy returned with him just a minute or two later. Ichiro closely resembled the other two boys, but he was as much older than Sho as Sho was older than Jirou. He looked to be about 16 years old and 6’ 1†in height, but he was almost as slender as Rusty. He wore clothing similar to the other two, but his shirt had short sleeves and his shorts were old blue-jeans cutoffs rather than gym shorts.
Jirou was talking rapidly to Ichiro in Japanese as the two came into sight, apparently explaining the situation. By the time Ichiro saw me, he seemed to be up to speed. He got down on one knee beside Sho (who hadn’t moved) and faced me. “So who the Hell left you here like this?†he asked me with a wide grin that I knew – through some strange instinct – meant trouble for me.
I *mmphed* again to indicate that my willingness to talk was exceeded only by my inability to do so.
“What do you think we should do, fellas?†Ichiro asked his two brothers casually. As if the answer wasn’t plainly obvious! Free me, for crying out loud!!!
“Let’s have some fun with him!†exclaimed Sho. Then, somewhat to my consternation, he promptly stood up, stepped over me, and sat down right on my chest! Then with scarcely a pause to gauge my reaction to this, he began slapping me repeatedly in the face! Not hard; the slaps didn’t even sting. The slaps were calculated to mortify me, and it worked. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. WTF was going on here?
A moment later the youngest boy, Jirou, sat astride my belly and started bouncing on it. The largest boy, Ichirou, sat on my thighs knees up. This part wasn’t too bad. Ichirou was much larger than the other two, but at least there his greater weight was not at all uncomfortable.
Although I normally enjoy this sort of treatment from my friends, these boys were strangers and I was starting to seriously freak out! I began to protest through my gag. In reply, Sho reached down and pinched my nostrils shut between his thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze while at the same time covering the funnel of the gag – completely blocking my air! I started to panic and thrash around – scared out of my mind by this point – in a futile attempt to get away.
But Sho let go of my nose and uncovered my mouth after only a few seconds. “Keep quiet, or next time I’ll do it longer,†he told me in what sounded at the time like a serious tone of voice. After that, I was as quiet as a mouse, even when he resumed slapping me steadily harder and more painfully and his younger brother continued to bounce on my gut.
The three Asian boys stayed with me the entire afternoon, sitting on top of me and playing various torment games with me. They didn’t really hurt me, so though I was completely at their mercy, my fright eventually started to subside. It became clear that their games were no harsher than those my own cousins played with me that first night the previous summer when they’d ambushed me as I slept. About the worst that could be said was that they were giving me no chance to have a drink or to relieve myself. But then, they’d had nothing to drink as well and they didn’t get up to relieve themselves during the same period.
But these boys were complete strangers to me, and they wouldn’t even ungag me to let me speak to them and get to know them. This added an element of danger to the situation, but since the mistreatment didn’t escalate, the element of danger eventually began to thrill me rather than scare me as time passed.
The sun was getting low in the sky (I’d been here almost the whole day?) and the three boys started to talk about going home. I began to feel relieved. Surely they’d let me go free now. They wouldn’t simply walk off and leave me like this, would they?
“What’ll we do with him?†asked Jirou as they all stood up and finally got off me.
“Let’s take him home and keep him in the barn,†suggested Ichiro. “It’d be fun to have a prisoner for a while, wouldn’t it?â€
The other two boys looked at one another. “Yeah, it would,†agreed Sho with a laugh. Jirou seemed somewhat uncertain, but his two older brothers eventually managed to convince him that it would be fun for them to have someone else around to tease instead of him. The youngest brother seemed a lot more enthusiastic about the idea after that! Apparently he got picked on by his older brothers a lot and was happy to have a substitute for once.
And so without further ado, Sho and Ichiro each grabbed a handle on the wagon and started to take me away with them!! And Jirou, rather than walk, climbed back on to my belly to share the ride! I protested through my gag at all of this, to no avail.
They took me through the woods in the direction from which they’d come, and we had gone only a few dozen feet when we came upon another trail I’d never known existed.
The new trail was just as wide as the one I was familiar with, but it apparently didn’t connect to the familiar trail anywhere. It ran in the opposite direction from the familiar trail, away from the pond and the houses of various friends beyond and towards the region closer to the school. Of course we went nowhere near that far. After traveling about a mile, we ended up at a well-kept back yard. The end of the trail was blocked by a large barn, which completely blocked my view of the house beyond.
The boys led me to the back of the barn, which had a door closed with a padlock facing us. Ichiro pulled out a key and unlocked the door, revealing a small room that by no means occupied the entire barn; and in fact the only way to get to the rest of the barn was to go around the front. The space was about the size of a living room but was completely empty. The walls looked very solid. The three boys pulled me and the wagon inside the room.
“Welcome to your new home,†Ichiro said to me with a smile. Then the three boys walked out, closed the door, padlocked it shut, and left me in there!
Some daylight filtered in through the cracks in the walls. At least I could still see and get some fresh air. Even so, I was starting to freak out again. I was a prisoner of three boys I didn’t know at all, and presumably nobody else knew where I was. My cousins would have no idea where to look for me once they finally got off of their asses and came back to get me! Maybe they were already looking for me. They’d panic when they saw that I was gone and wasn’t at home!
What was I going to do?
There was nothing I *could* do. Randy and Walter had tied me quite well, and my new captors hadn’t loosened my bonds. I was trapped.
It was starting to get dark when I heard the door unlocked. Sho walked in with a bottle of soda in one hand and a plate of Chicken Chow Mein in the other. He sat down on my chest immediately and without ceremony. “I’ll take off your gag and feed you,†he said. “But if you say one word… anything at all… I’ll put the gag back on and let you go without food. And if you call out hoping to get attention, I’ll beat you up. No one else is home now anyway but my brothers, so calling for help will only get you hurt. Do you understand?â€
I nodded my head; a little scared again now, and hungry and thirsty as well.
So Sho took the gag off and fed me the same way I’d been fed before while tied up; namely, he sat on my chest and held food to my mouth. I didn’t say a word until I was almost finished. Then, deciding I had little food left to lose, I started to plead with him to let me go. Sho promptly slapped my face, only once but rather hard. Not hard enough for it to really hurt but hard enough to discourage me from talking further. He tied the gag back on me immediately, so I couldn’t have spoken again anyway.
“I’ll let you have a little rest for now,†Sho told me as he got up to leave. “But Ichiro and I are going to come back later tonight after Jirou and our folks are asleep, and we’re going to keep you company for a while. And then you can thank us for the hospitality.†He was fondling his crotch when he said this, leaving no doubt in my mind what he meant! “And if you don’t say thank you nicely, we’ll find some *other* way to get our thanks!†This time he patted his behind loudly. I knew that he wasn’t referring to spanking; he was definitely talking about breaking and entry!
After that, Sho closed the door and locked me in again. Like that was necessary! He could have left it wide open for all the difference it would have made physically. But somehow the locked door made a psychological difference – accentuating a feeling of helplessness that was already close to total as it was.
As I began wondering how long I’d be trapped here, the door was opened against and Sho and his older brother strode in. “Sho tells me you want us to let you go. Is that right?†asked Ichiro.
I nodded my head in the affirmative slowly, suspecting a trick.
“Okay,†said Ichiro. With that, the two boys crouched down, grabbed the two corners of my bondage bed adjacent to my head, and heaved up. With alarming speed I found myself being flipped so that I was vertical rather than horizontal, and thought I was going to get flipped forward right onto my face. But my captors caught me before I went more than a few degrees past the vertical and eased me backward again. There was some kind of kickstand thing beneath the wagon I didn’t know about, because then the boys let the frame lean back at a slight angle again and it stayed put all by itself.
Instead of releasing me, Sho produced an empty jar – and Ichiro pulled down my boxers! Sho held the jar just beneath my groin.
“You wanted to go! So *go!* he told me impatiently.
I was never sure if this is a genuine miscommunication on their part or their idea of a joke. But as I *did* have to "go" desperately by this time, I decided to take advantage of this small sliver of mercy they were offering me while I could. And so I went – freely. The older boy helped me aim, and this was rather embarrassing - but the feeling of relief outweighed any mortification I might have felt even if I hadn’t experienced this sort of thing before.
Once I was finished, Ichiro pulled my boxers back up rather than humiliate me further by leaving them down. One of them then kicked out the prop that held me up and slowly, gently eased me and my bondage bed back down to the floor again. One of them grabbed the jar to dispose of it, and they promptly walked back out without saying a word to me and locked me in again. I went back to my gloomy thoughts about being held prisoner here for the rest of my life.
I lay there quietly; my feeling of increasing gloom matching my environment as dusk came, plunging me into total darkness. I didn’t bother trying to struggle to get out of my bonds; it would obviously be a waste of effort. All I could do was lay there like a lamb awaiting the slaughter.
It was as quiet as it was dark at first. Then I heard sounds of conversation from the house. Sho’s parents had apparently come home and the family was having a pleasant evening. Eventually all grew quiet again, and it was as though there was no one in the whole world but me.
After a long time, I heard my captors returning. This was well before they reached the door; they were whispering to each other and my hearing was good enough to pick it up. The door opened and I heard people enter. I couldn’t see anything; no one turned on a light and I couldn’t turn my head to see any figures that might have been outlined (however dimly) against the opened door. I felt someone sit down on my belly and then I heard Sho’s voice.
“I’m removing your gag now. One word and it’s the back door for you. Stay quiet and it’s only the front door. Understand?â€
I managed to make an affirmative sounding noise, as I could neither nod nor shake my head. Unseen hands promptly removed my gag. The weight on my belly disappeared, and then – strangely – I heard Sho tiptoe away. Then I heard somebody tiptoe back. I felt a weight settle onto my chest. An unseen hand loosened the straps that kept my head from moving and then guided the back of my head upward. Then I felt the tip of a one-eyed visitor seeking entry into my mouth. With a quiet sigh, I opened the front door to let Willy in. I began to suck. Willy began to get pushy, and I felt a thick nest of pubic hairs brushing against my lips and nose and a ball sac against my chin.
A flash camera suddenly went off, and I heard the whir of a Polaroid camera as it quietly ejected a picture. In that brief dazzling flash, I saw the afterimage of the face of the person who was sitting on my chest.
It wasn’t Sho.
It was freaking Randy!!! And I saw Walter’s face right behind Randy’s, burned briefly into my retina as well!
I grunted in outrage and spat Willy out as fast as I could! And I yelled! “I know that’s you, Randy! What the Hell is going on?! You bastards set me up?! How could you do this to me, you rotten son of a …†This was as far as I got before Randy hand-gagged me in self-defense.
“Watch it, cuz! That’s your aunt you were about to insult you know!†Randy’s familiar voice told me from the darkness.
A light bulb suddenly turned on. I hadn’t seen the light bulb before; it was dangling from the ceiling by a little chain. I was dazzled for a moment, but Randy’s distinctive donkey laugh sounding in my ears removed any lingering doubts even before my vision cleared enough to enable me to see him sitting naked on my chest and laughing at me. Sho, Walter, and Ichiro were all there too and laughing their fool heads off!
Why this whole setup hadn’t made me suspicious long before this I have no idea. Maybe I’d been still in a daze from the unexpected kidnapping. But the fact remains that, up to this moment, I’d believed that the entire stunt had been what it had appeared to be; the Japanese brothers’ own spontaneous idea.
“Remember last week when we tied you up?†Randy calmly told me once I quit trying to bite his hand and yell at him some more. “Remember how you talked about how sad it was that Myron didn’t get his wish about his kidnapping? That you wondered what it would be like if *you* were kidnapped – only for real, with no control over who took you away or where or what they did to you? Do you remember?â€
I mumbled a bit, somewhat incoherently even though Randy wasn’t hand-gagging me anymore. I *did* sort of vaguely recall saying some such thing.
“Well, we couldn’t give Myron *his* wish,†replied Randy with the righteous air of a wronged party. “But we granted *your* wish, because we’re such loving cousins! You should be thanking us for going to all this trouble just for you, cuz!â€
He laid it on even thicker than that, but you get the general idea.
Walter and the others (still fully clothed, unlike Randy – who made no move to get dressed) then proceeded to sit on me as they explained how I’d been hoaxed. It seems Sho and Ichiro had played tie-up and sit-on games with Walter and Randy (though by chance not any of my other friends) for several months before summer vacation had started, but they’d never formally joined the gang.
The three brothers had been away visiting relatives in Japan for the entire summer, starting just before I’d come to live with my aunt and cousins. Realizing that I’d never had the opportunity to meet (or even hear about) the Asian brothers previously (no one else in the gang knew about their TUGs with Walter and Randy), my prank-loving cousins had gotten together with them secretly at school to arrange a weekend that I’d never forget!
Randy said he’d gotten the idea when he’d seen them headed to school in Ichiro’s car while he was riding on bus with me that first day. At the time his comment made no sense to me, as I’d forgotten the car completely.
The youngest brother, Jirou, hadn’t been in on the scheme initially. He’d simply followed the lead of his older brothers until they’d locked me in the barn. He wasn’t supposed to be along for this, but Sho and Ichiro had gotten stuck with him at the last minute and they’d brought him along because it had been too late to cancel the arrangement they’d made with Walter and Randy to “kidnap†me.
Jirou had found me by “accident†only because Sho – knowing I was there – had deliberately thrown the football to where Jirou would “discover†me. Jirou’s surprise had been the only reaction that was genuine. His reaction had worked to the benefit of the plan; it was so unaffected that it hadn’t occurred to me that the other two boys might be acting.
Jirou had played along with tormenting me until they’d taken me to the barn. Afterward, when the fun was over, he’d started to feel sorry for me and had wanted to let me go free. Then Sho and Ichiro had told him that they weren’t really going to keep me locked up in the barn for long. When Sho went out to feed me, Jirou was told that I was being set free… and that he mustn’t tell their parents about me or their parents would get angry with all three of them. He’d kept quiet and was now sound asleep; completely unaware of what was going on in the barn.
So I hadn’t really been abandoned by my cousins. Ichirou and Sho had watched Randy and Walter deliver me as planned. They’d “kidnapped" me at a prearranged time. Jirou had gotten involved unexpectedly; he’d chosen to stay with them instead of going with his parents to visit relatives for the day. Jirou’s two older brothers hadn’t been able to get rid of him because their parents had already left. They couldn’t leave him home alone, so he came along.
Of course, I was still a captive, though it no longer felt dangerous or frightening. Although I hadn’t really kidnapped by strangers, I was still essentially the prisoner – and slave – of the four older boys for the rest of the night. And I’d better obey their slightest command if I didn’t want to spend a lot more time locked up and alone inside the barn! Well, that was the threat anyway; they’d have let me go if I’d really insisted – but that wasn’t likely and my cousins, at least, knew it.
Besides, now that the circumstances had changed, I was more than happy to let Willy back in through the front door to visit. And all three of his friends as well! And my own Willy wasn’t lonely that night either; he went visiting too!
Over the next couple of years, I’d become quite familiar with that barn and spend a lot of time tied up and locked up inside it, but I’d rarely be alone there for any great length of time. I usually had plenty of pleasant company during my visits.
On this occasion, I was kept confined inside my duct-tape prison the entire night, though my captors were merciful enough to take me outside in the wagon, stand me up, and let me relieve my bladder (with some assistance needed, to my mortification).
Thank God I didn’t need to do Number Two, though they *might* have freed me to let me do it in peace. I’m willing to bet, however, that they’d simply have dragged me to the nearby (and generally unused) outhouse, pulled down my shorts (that part of me wasn’t covered by tape) and let me go at it and worry about the messy aftermath afterward.
The next morning I was finally set free and given a change of clothing Walter and Randy had thoughtfully brought with them. Then I was allowed to use the bathroom facilities at our new friends’ house when their parents left to go to church. This was the first time that I got a good look at the house and the car outside. I quickly recognized the car as the one I saw before. Now Randy’s comment about it, which had been puzzling me, finally made sense.
Jirou was home and relieved that I was all right and seemed to hold no grudges. Once I was cleaned up and fed, I was tied up again with fresh rolls of duct tape and carted by wagon back to my aunt’s house. The three Asian brothers came along for an all-day visit.
All five boys, my two cousins and the three brothers, pitched in to make my day interesting. At one point Walter and Randy went outdoors to play Hoops with Sho and Ichiro for an hour. They left Jirou to literally babysit me; I was laid on the couch and he sat on me while he watched TV. I wasn’t gagged this time, so I spent the hour getting to know him. I got to know his brothers later on the same way. But of course there was no repeat of the previous night’s fun – not with Jirou there. Later though, after Ichiro took Jirou home, my cousins lugged me upstairs, went back downstairs to watch TV, and let Sho have a solo encore with me in my room before he went home as well.
Being evil, my cousins left me taped up all day and all night, feeding me dinner in bed. As Aunt Yvette didn’t come home from visiting my mom until it was already past bedtime, they were able to get away with keeping me prisoner in my own room the rest of the weekend without her finding out; not that I really minded. They didn’t set me free until just before breakfast the next morning, when it was time to go to school.
Then I realized the one major drawback of having tie-up fun before a school day.
I hadn’t done my homework!
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