Hi there people. Two more chapters for your reading enjoyment. I hope you like them!
Chapter 9 – Off to Bed“It seems that enforcing rule number six with you scoundrels could be a full-time job. But we’d love to have some rest and a fine dinner without having to cook, serve or do dishes. We’re going to give you one more chance to prove you’re worthy of our academy and behave properly, just doing the tasks we give you, nothing less and nothing more. There’ll be more bum-whacking if needed. That goes for you too, Danny.”
There was a timid grunt. The cousins got working, to get the boys, still in their ‘school uniforms’ shackled so they could be kept under control while performing the tasks Greg and Walter assigned them. Before they served the meal, and despite Danny’s gagged protests, white nylon aprons with a trim of lace were put on them. Their shorts were removed; they didn’t serve naked this time, but the skimpy briefs under the girly aprons didn’t do much to reinforce the boys’ sense of manhood.
Waiting on Greg and Walter proved tiresome. They had all sorts of demands; their requests had to be fulfilled on the spot. Walter wrote down things in his little notebook throughout the meal. Advice was given, as to how to best hold a spoon. Danny was scolded for having let a drop of water fall from the decanter. Scott was rebuked for having given a piece of bread with his hands.
Every now and then, the young minders felt their charges’ crotch, permanently amazed at the enthusiasm their pupils displayed in tenting their underwear.
“Man, I’m sure we can have them break rule number six again. We’ve scored ourselves two perfect tie-up masochists, Greg!”
“Yes,” the blond boy replied as he fondled Danny, feeling where the tip of his cock was under the satiny fabric for moisture that would break rule number six, “knowing we have them just to us for almost a week makes me real horny too.”
His hand left Danny, very frustrated at not being caressed further, to rest on Greg’s own shorts that were indeed quite inflated.
“OK, lads, thanks for serving dessert. Now, you get on all four and crawl under the table; we’d love to have footstools to enjoy our ice-cream better. Come to daddy, Scott.”
Greg looked at Danny, pointing towards his feet. Danny kneeled down, put his hands over the floor and crawled towards Greg’s feet. He saw the boy shucking his shoes off, and almost immediately he could confirm the boy’s reputation for stinky feet was deserved. The moist socks landed on his back.
“A little bit to your left, Dan. Good, move just a tad forward… Perfect!”
Greg let the weight of his legs rest over Danny’s back. Soon, he was caressing his prisoner’s body with his socked feet. The feeling of the toes caressing his sausage from underneath had Danny gasp.
Walter was more into caressing Scott’s head. His feet had to smell too; the fair-haired schoolboy frowned to convey his displeasure to Danny.
This lasted for another fifteen minutes or so.
“You may come out, lads. You’re good footstools, and we’d better remember to use this particular skill of yours in the days to come. For now, clear the table and tidy the kitchen.”
The two boy-maids obeyed and started picking up dishes and putting food in the fridge. The kitchen was soon clean and tidy.
“You did a good job, boys. We’re even going to reward you with some food. Don’t waste this occasion on trying anything funny. Not a word, not a sound, as usual.”
Walter picked some milk that he sugared and stuck in the microwave. Once the bell rang, the boys saw he poured porridge oats in it. They wouldn’t get any of the tasty foods Greg and Walter had enjoyed.
The feeding was slow, with a constant handgag for the boy who was given some of the mush. They finished the meal with the usual treat, i.e. the gag. They had half-masks with plugs; this was basic and easy to put on while looking really good and being quite effective at preventing their captives from communicating with each other.
“Let’s see, young Scott, does being gagged have a negative effect on your libido?” Walter asked while fondling Scott again, “It doesn’t feel like it. Let me see… You like it when I rub your prick between my thumb and my index finger, don’t you? You like this better than obeying rule number six? Well, it’s sad, really, because your constant issues with number six mean we’re really going to crack down on this little tendency of yours.”
Scott looked at him with inquisitive eyes.
“You’ll wear your cock cage tomorrow.”
Now the boy appeared terrified, his eyes open wide and his garbled cry getting more intense.
There were threats Scott took seriously, then. Danny imagined there had been very peculiar events going on in their dorm.
“But we’ll handle this once we’ve all had some rest. To keep a close watch on our captives, I suggest we take them to our rooms, one each. I’ll handle Scott; will you take care of Danny, Greg?”
“Sure,” the blond boy replied, casting a mischievous smile at their kidnapped babysitter.
Hobbled with his arms pulled behind their backs, the boys were walked to the first floor where Greg and Walter wished each other good night. Greg grabbed his prisoner’s arm and led him to his bedroom.
It wasn’t very big, and the decoration took them back a couple decades in the past.
“I’ve got you all to myself, Danny. I’d say this might do for some fun time together.”
Greg wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders, his other hand heading straight to the package the older teen was displaying.
“And I could even provide you with some release. God knows what Walter will do to prevent you from coming tomorrow. You’ve heard him talk about a cock cage; I’ll let our birdie soar a few times more if he decides to trap your cock tomorrow. Let me get you in your nighties…”
The boy had no intent to get Danny in pyjamas; he took a pair of shiny black Speedos from a drawer and went through the routine to remove his clothing and leave him in just the pair of clean swimwear, with his hands cuffed behind his back and his knees hobbled.
“Don’t you look spiffy!” Greg said, patting Danny’s round buttocks tenderly. “Now for the dilemma; should I tie you face down or face up? I really like wanking you, as you seem about as sensitive as our friend Scott. I also think your bum is quite pleasant to the touch.”
Danny liked being wanked better, but he waited patiently; there had been enough surprises over the previous two days that ha knew his opinion didn’t matter anyway. Greg’s face brightened up, as if he’d made a sudden discovery.
“Well, I’ll say let’s do both! I’ll have you on your back for the first part of the night and lying over your belly until morning. I’ll just set the alarm for four in the morning.”
Greg removed the quilt that lied over his bed; he had Danny lie down and he started by roping his ankles to the footboard; the uncomfortable position Danny was in didn’t last long; Greg had him sit up to remove the cuffs from his wrists and complete the spread-eagle.
The tie-up ended with Greg straddling Danny’s torso, his knees pressed against his prisoner’s armpits. This gave Danny an interesting view on his captor’s shorts. Of course, being part of their academy’s ‘faculty’ meant the rules didn’t apply to them; Greg fondled his own package, adjusting his junk so it could unfold properly within the confines of his underwear.
“Looking at Mr. Anaconda?” Greg bragged.
Danny was of course looking at the bulging meat that pushed against the red nylon; he was also getting an olfactory interest in what was a few inches from his face. It didn’t smell like piss; it smelled musky and manly and had Danny’s mouth water; he swallowed the saliva and gulped.
“Want to give him a little kiss? I don’t know, this would mean I remove your gag, and how can I be sure that you won’t call out for help and get me in trouble with my cousin for not following the rules we’ve decided on?”
Danny shook his head, more than willing to be a good boy so he could return the favour Greg had made him earlier on that day.
“You’ll behave? Good, let us give it a try, then. I want you to suck on my knob; no biting, and suck it good.”
He leaned over Danny, reaching for the straps holding the half-mask behind his head. He stood up, on the bed, his feet at Danny’s hips; he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and lowered his shorts and underwear, which he threw down on the floor.
“Time for your treat, boy…” He sat back over Danny’s chest, displaying his six inches of hard cock. He moved forward, holding the headboard with his hands until the turgid member was above Danny’s mouth. The captive boy opened up and caught the glans with his lips. It tasted salty and there were other flavours that made the teenage captive quite excited.
Danny started working his tongue over the foreskin, his lips forming a tight seal. He was sucking the manhood and Greg ground his hips with small motions that grew in intensity until eventually he burst out, his low groan announcing the geyser like eruption of lukewarm thick semen.
“Oh! Man! Good! Suck it all, Danny, suck it all! Swallow my cum…”
Danny obediently licked the deflating member; Greg sat back over Danny’s chest, his clean limp cock resting just under his captive’s throat. He grabbed the half-mask and put it on again. The plug was inflated very mildly.
“This was some amazing job, Danny. Let’s catch a little sleep now.”
Greg stretched and lied down on his side next to Danny, his head brushing against the taller boy’s armpit; he grabbed the quilt and spread it over their two bodies. He was soon snoring lightly, which had Danny fall asleep soon while focusing on his captor’s soft and regular breathing.
Chapter 10 – Agitated NightJust below from the room they were in, Walter had Scott ready for the night too. He had long silk ribbons that he’d gotten for such an occasion. With Scott standing, his arms pinned to his sides with several turns of tape at wrists and elbows, Walter could start. He used two rolls of different colours that he criss-crossed expertly from Scott’s neck down.
“You’ll be quite comfy, all wrapped in these fine ribbons. Snugly held for the night. I hope this will help you to come down a bit.”
Walter’s voice and the touch of his hands didn’t help the poor horny boy in the least. He was besotted with Walter, and all the indignities he’d been submitted to by the two cousins over the previous months always got him randy and barely able to retain some self-control.
The first two ribbons were red and blue and he finished them above the prisoner’s waist and his gleaming briefs. He’d pulled the turns pinning the forearms tight, and Scott had limited chances to get his arms free now. Walter started a similar job with yellow and green ribbons from the top of Scott’s thighs down to his ankles.
“Wrapped like some candy, Scott. You know how I like your lollipop…”
Scott nodded vigorously.
“This would be wrong, though, wouldn’t it? Getting you to break a rule is rather nasty. You don’t want to be punished.”
The captive boy shrugged.
“Oh! You like being punished, that’s right. What about having Danny’s butt paddled if you misbehave?”
Scott loved being manhandled by Walter. He had no desire to see others endure what actually gave him such a delicious thrill; that which had to make others shudder just thinking about got him so hard and leaky. He shook his head to prevent Walter from having Danny pay for him. This was a good-looking fellow, whom he’d like to have as a friend on top of as a tie-up game partner.
“You wouldn’t want him to be hurt, would you? You just need to do as you’re told, and keep your cool so your underwear remains dry, and nothing will happen to either one of you. Let me get you in bed.”
Holding his waist, Walter helped Scott sit on the edge of the bed; he grabbed his ankles, pushed and turned to have the captive boy on his back, lying over the length of the piece of furniture. Walter jumped in bed, and lied next to his prisoner; his mouth was a few inches from the boy’s face and his hand dangerously resting over the boy’s tented briefs.
“I know you can resist, Scott. You’ve done it before.”
Scott had memories of days spent under the cousins’ control, when he’d ended with some serious case of blue balls.
“And I know you’re a knight in shining armour. You wouldn’t want other handsome fellows end up being bound in strange and difficult positions, with a huge gag so all you can hear from their protesting is some faint mumble. This would be too cruel. Being thus made a helpless prisoner, and having to pay for some nasty, horny little boy. This wouldn’t be fair.”
This speech was the smuttiest dirty talk for Scott. Walter knew it full well; he smiled to himself, hearing the raspy breathing the gagged boy made, as he felt the tension building up within the underwear.
“He would be punished by being bound and gagged in a remote place; we’d make sure no one can find him but us. We’d go spank him every once in a while, of course, just to make sure he doesn’t forget that nasty Scott got you in all this trouble. Who knows? Maybe we could have Danny become your guardian after this? He would be motivated in getting some payback.”
There was a spasm and a gasp; liquid squirted and seeped through the thin material.
“Oh my, Scott, you’re incorrigible. You need your cage, because persuasion doesn’t work. I have actually made one; it’s improved since the last one you had to put on. I think you’ll be grateful of all the punishments we save you from by making your incontinency impossible.”
Walter had grabbed some tissues. He wiped the leaking dick and the soiled shorts until there was only a hint of moisture left. As he finished, his little strokes got softer and he resumed his threats and imaginary scenarios of what awful tie-up punishments could be enacted with Scott. The big brown eyes pleaded with his captor, whose motions became even softer, now letting the soaked tissues next to Scott’s head. The smell of his own cum and Walter’s soft caresses got the machine going again. It took a bit longer this time, but the tormentor reached his goal again and more cream was spurted.
Walter eventually got tired and fell asleep, with Scott basking in the afterglow of this hot and pleasurable evening.
The next morning, each captor handled his prisoner and got him ready before they would join the others for breakfast. The boys were all wearing satiny shorts and gleaming jerseys, as the plan was to have some ‘physical education’ class. Sturdy and thorough chair ties were carried out before Danny and Scott could be given a cup of lukewarm tea, yoghurt and a piece of toast. The sun was already quite high in the sky when they all got up; binding their charges to the chairs helped the captors to wake up, and they then were well awake; both of them were very eager to explain the coming day’s schedule.
“We’ll have some warm-up with escape challenges, and then, depending on how well you’ve performed, we’ll have classes, or maybe, if you’ve been really good, a walk outside so you benefit from the fresh countryside air.”
Gags had been put back on after eating and drinking. This time, Scott and Danny had each other’s underwear in their mouths, with tape plastered down over their lower faces and gauze wrapping up their heads thoroughly.
“If you fail our challenges you will be punished all afternoon. We’ll bind you in crates and have you stay in there for four hours.”
The grunts could be protests; they could also be pleas that they would try their best. Scott’s glances at their captors acknowledged they were serious. Four hours sounded like a long time to Danny.
“Let’s have Danny try first. We’ll have him clean up before we start.”
The ex-babysitter underwent the ritual of getting hobbles and chains on, so he could put things away and wipe the table clean. Walter stayed close to Scott, whispering threats and getting him all worked up with nasty talk; Greg was hovering over Danny, making sure each gesture was done according to his guidelines and standards.
Once the kitchen was spic and span, the two boys gathered around Danny.
“Let’s start with an easy one; by now you should be able, given a little time, to get out of a hogtie. Are you up to the challenge?”
His pride got Danny to nod in approval; if he’d answered using his brains, he’d realized that the two cousins had never left him a chance to get out of their elaborate tie-ups, and certainly not the hogtie he was submitted to the day before.
They tied a rope harness around his torso before they pushed him on the table over his belly. The cuffs were removed as ropes were coiled around his limbs. Once they picked up his ankles and pulled them back until his shoes touched his bum, hence tightening the networks of ropes keeping his legs welded to each other, Danny knew that this would be very difficult to escape from.
His elbows touched, and they even used twine to bind his fingers two by two, his hands being stuck palm to palm. They went over the rope. This was the moment Danny hated. Every time they bound him, it seemed there was some slack or a knot poorly done; as they rigorously reviewed their work, they always spotted the loose knot and took action.
This time was no exception, and the belt around his waist was linked to his arms and legs more thoroughly. He could barely squirm, and his immobilized fingers were a solid foot away from any knot that could help in his release.
He twisted and squirmed nonetheless, under the

of the two relatives.
“You can do it, Danny, try harder!”
Then there were threats to Scott and himself.
“Go on, lad, you don’t want to let poor Scotty down. We’ll lock him in the cellar if you fail. I’ve heard the rats are back. And the spiders never left!”
There was a mumbled protest from Danny first, and some cooing by Scott immediately following it, which was more difficult to interpret.
“While you still try, we’re going to have our little Scott join you in your efforts.”
Danny kept on wriggling and sweating as he looked at the show he was growing to love of his companion handled by their captors. The gestures were secure and the victim a delight for Danny to watch. Scott fought them as they got him from the chair to being hogtied alongside Danny, but at no point did Greg and Walter get their guard down. Smacks to the boy’s bottom or thighs got him back in line for a couple minutes before he displayed any feistiness again.