(A "Warbands" side story)
You might wonder how Karl got away with the way he treated his little brother.
The answer is simple as the chapter heading implies.
Let me explain: any time Max objected to anything, Karl treated him to a tour of his videos:
• The one where Max was tied naked to the clothes post in the garden
• The one where Max was hanging underneath the ladder after he had got a bit exited
• The one where Max was tied to his mate, Matt, when they were both naked.
As a fourteen year old Max was not prepared to have those videos seen by anybody else.
He had the choice: keep quiet or be the star of the local YouTube fraternity for the next week.
The first situation was filmed when Max was only 9 years old. To have other people seeing that recording was probably even more embarrassing than if it had happened now. Especially as Karl had drawn and coloured in a large arrow leading from Max’s chest down to below his belly button and inscribed, very neatly, “WORK IN PROGRESS.” Just above his brother’s “bits”.
After that Max gradually learnt to “behave himself”. He didn’t yet know about the local TUGgers however . . .
By the time the second blackmail video was taken, Max had a pretty good idea of what went on in the family garage but he wasn’t allowed to take part. If his brother wanted to torture him, he’d do it in his bedroom or in the kitchen when their mother was out.
Tonight was different: Aiden was supposed to be coming round. It was his turn to be tied up but he’d been reported by his Head of Year for inadequate homework. His dad grounded him for the next four weeks so Karl thought that Max might as well fill the vacancy.
Even as a 12 year-old Max was easily overpowered by his 14 year-old brother.
As it was a Wednesday evening, Max didn’t even suspect anything untoward. He came in late from school and threw his bag onto the floor in the hallway. By the time he had got to the top of the stairs he had removed his polo shirt and t-shirt in one motion only to meet Karl and his mate, Mike, standing at the top of the stairs.
“Hello, Max.” greeted Karl. “I hope you’re not busy tonight.” Before Max knew what was going on he was face down on the landing with Mike sitting on the small of his back.
“Oh, shit.” thought Max. He was already two weeks overdue on a geography assignment and he knew now that he would not be able to complete it this evening. He sometimes wished that his mum was as strict as Aiden’s dad. He could then have found some face-saving excuse in font of his friends but how could he tell them that he had been stripped and tied up for the evening, because that’s what he was sure was about to happen?
He didn’t get much further than, “Please, if I don’t get this school work done, I’m in deep . . .“ before Karl hand gagged him. “How do you want it, Bro’, simple tape gag, socks in your mouth or gagged with your boxers?”
Max’s decision to keep wriggling and trying to speak in spite of Karl’s hand gag was probably not the best one he’d ever made.
“OK, we’ll take that as boxers.” Once Karl had removed his hand from Max’s face, he didn’t seem to understand that that was not Max’s choice no matter what he said.
Karl forced Max’s arms behind him and Mike wrapped enough tape around his wrists and elbows to immobilise his arms completely. Once Karl had removed Max’s shoes and socks and then both his trousers and his boxers in one move, a bit more tape around Max’s ankles and even more above his knees completed his immobilisation. Mike then lifted himself from Max’s back.
By now Max was still desperately pleading his case in spite of already being naked. Karl simply picked up the discarded boxers, scrunched them up and asked Mike to unroll some more tape.
Max was in no mood to be gagged but what choice did he have? Suddenly he became silent in a desperate attempt to avoid having his mouth stuffed with his own underwear.
One final, desperate, “Please.” met with the inevitable attempt to force the boxers into his mouth but, as soon as he closed his mouth, Karl pulled his head backwards, stuffed the used underpants in his mouth and Mike taped them into place.
“OK, Little Bro’, tonight you get your first turn in the dungeon. It should have been Aiden but you’ll have to do.” He then helped Max to his feet while Mike slipped a choke-chain round his neck.
If he hadn’t been at his brother’s mercy, Max wouldn’t really have minded being bound and imprisoned but, with the added school detentions to look forward to, he was not too well disposed towards his role in that particular evening’s entertainment. He’d had nothing to eat and there was no hope of rescue before his mother came home at about nine o’clock.
It was a bit of a tight fit as Mike and Karl took an arm each and helped Max to jump down the stairs with the choke-chain hanging down annoyingly in front of him. In spite of the gag, Max was far from quiet during this manoeuvre. Once on the ground floor his captors let go of Max’s arms.
“Come on, Little Bunny.” urged Mike as he yanked the choke chain. Max was left with no choice but to bunny-hop out to the garage where he was led across to the ladder and forced to back up to it.
Mike lifted Max and Karl pushed his feet onto the third rung. Max didn’t want to lose his footing; falling from there onto the concrete floor whilst being taped up was not an inviting prospect.
While Mike supported his feet, Karl forced Max’s arms uncomfortably upwards and fed them over one of the higher rungs. He then drew his brother’s wrists down until his arms were nearly straight and, using a short rope, tied his wrists to a rung at about hip level. By this stage, in spite of himself, Max’s naked body was starting to show his normal enthusiasm for such situations. He was hoping against hope that Karl didn’t have his camera. He didn’t. But he did have his phone!
As an example of hope over experience, Max decided to try begging.
“What was that, Max? You want to be tied up some more? You want to have your photo taken? Oh well, if you insist.”
I’m sorry, but I can’t translate, “Mnnh – ghghgh - ngeeeenghh.”
Mike taped Max’s waist, tightly, to the nearest available rung and slipped his feet from the third rung. Max’s erection was now complete.
Mike fed Max’s feet and shins backwards through the ladder and Karl roped his ankles down towards an available rung round which his feet were hooked. Poor Max, he was now threaded, naked and, except for his head, immobilised by the ladder that was hanging from the wall. Surely, that’s as far as his brother would go to torment him.
“Hey, Bro’, good boner.”
“Not bad for a young kid.” confirmed Mike.
That’s not the sort of thing that his mates would have pointed out in that situation.
If Max could have squirmed, he would have done. He already appreciated various aspects of being tied-up but he wished that there weren’t the outside threats to his well-being. Was this experience worth the grief from school? Was he really safe from starring on Facebook & YouTube as long as he was “a good boy”? What would happen if his mum found out?
All these thoughts went from his mind as soon as Karl and Mike lifted the ladder from its hooks on the wall. There was an old sofa in the garage which had not yet been taken to the dump. Karl and his friends were grateful for his mother’s rather chaotic approach to tidying the garage because they would often use the sofa and the old work-bench which had been left in there in spite of the fact that no-one ever used it for its proper purpose.
The ladder (and its burden) was lifted down and propped against the wall while Karl and Mike moved the sofa to be parallel to the bench. Max decided, correctly, that he would be ill-advised to struggle for fear of the ladder falling and leaving him underneath it. By now the strain on Max’s upper arms and waist were becoming more than a bit uncomfortable.
Mike wedged his foot against the bottom of the ladder, pushed it towards the wall causing the top of the ladder to fall forwards. Karl was ready. He caught the top of the ladder as it fell preventing his brother from landing on the floor but leaving him hanging underneath the ladder. He dragged the ladder across to the work-bench upon which he lodged the top.
Mike and Karl then lifted the base of the ladder onto the back of the sofa leaving the ladder more-or-less horizontal and Max hanging underneath it. A few photos later and the older boys turned the ladder over so that Max was lying on top of it.
The rest of the evening’s events are irrelevant to the blackmail photos but I think you will understand that Max provided the “entertainment” for quite some time before he was released.
The third of Karl’s usual “blackmail videos” was taken when Max was thirteen and was well into TUGs with his mates. By now he had graduated to using the “dungeon” as long as his brother and his mates didn’t want it.
That Friday Karl had made arrangements to spend the weekend at Jonny’s place with Aiden so Max invited his best mate and good TUG Buddy, Matt, to sleep over. Matt was Aiden’s brother. He was about Max’s height but much stockier with a light blonde crew cut.
Matt arrived at about five o’clock and put his stuff in Max’s room where Mrs. K had already set-up the Z-bed before going to work. There was no doubt about how the two boys were going to spend the evening, the only matter to be decided was who was to be the tier and who the tiee. Matt suggested wrestling but Max knew that Matt would almost certainly use his superior weight and strength to win and suggested that strip poker would be fairer and would leave the loser dressed suitably for his imprisonment.
The deal was done!
Not that the two boys didn’t trust one another of course but they did make sure that neither of them had the advantage of extra clothing before the first hand was dealt. After eight hands, Matt was ahead by one sock and his shirt. He was starting to rub Max’s nose in it.
Pride comes before a fall: Matt lost the next four hands leaving him in just his AussieBums. At this stage Matt would usually have submitted to Max but I reckon that, later on, he will be the bookie’s friend. He couldn’t believe that he could lose five hands on the trot and put it to Max that they play the next hand and, if he lost, he would be naked but, if he won, he could put something back on
Max accepted.
Matt lost.
“OK, Matt, a bet’s a bet. Get ‘em off.”
Matt had no choice now but to honour his bet. He dropped his briefs and quickly clasped his hands over his privates. Not that the boys had never seen one another naked before but, being the only naked one, Matt felt vulnerable.
Max announced that he would put Matt in a ladder tie but, in a spirit of generosity, he would allow his naked prisoner to face the wall. God, he was feeling smug!
Max made Matt cross his wrists and tied his hands in front of him in preparation for the torments to come leaving a fair amount of free rope for later use. The boys then left Max’s bedroom with Max leading Matt by the free rope.
Once in the garage Matt walked submissively towards the ladder hanging on the wall. Max decided that there were some necessary preliminaries before Matt mounted the ladder. He had some elaborate ideas that he wanted to try out.
Matt was made to stand while Max tied his ankles and above and below his knees in the customary fashion. This always has a fairly “scrunching up” effect on the victim with the result that Matt made some sharp intakes of breath. Before he could be tied to the ladder and tortured, as Max liked to remind his prisoner, Matt would need to be gagged. He’d obviously changed into his new underpants only just before coming out so Max didn’t hesitate to use them to gag his friend. He’d brought them down to the garage already and folded and rolled them but thought that they were not big enough to do the job so he parcelled them up with paracord to provide bulk.
Once Max had slipped the parcel into a football sock, Matt accepted it into his mouth and Max fastened it tightly into place. Several rounds of packing tape later and Max announced himself satisfied. Matt thought that the tape was unnecessary but he’d remember it when the tables were turned in a future TUG.
So far everything was going well for the two TUG Buddies but the best laid plans . . .
“Ok, you two. Piss off.” Karl’s voice was not a welcome intrusion into events.
“Oh, fuck off, it’s our turn tonight.” protested Max, “You’re supposed to be round Jonny’s place.” It was a brave but ill-judged attempt to claim his rights. Apparently they couldn’t go round to Jonny’s until later and they needed somewhere to go for a few hours and had decided that this was the place if they weren’t to waste their own TUG opportunities.
Max went for Karl – not a good idea with his bodyguard near!
Before he even had the chance to reach Karl, Aiden had him in a bear hug.
“Isn’t it handy when one of the oiks is tied up already?” asked Karl looking at Matt. Matt looked at his brother but with absolutely no hope of rescue.
“Evenin’, Matt, havin’ a good time?” asked Aiden sarcastically. “Now, we need this place, the bench and the ladder for a few hours, so you two are out of luck. Can somebody please stop this kid kicking me?”
Jonny hopped Matt over to the ladder and lifted him onto one of the lower rungs. Leaning against the stocky blonde’s body, Jonny threaded his arms over a rung at about chest level. The free rope was then used to draw Matt’s wrists towards his knees and tied off to a rung out of range of his fingers. “Struggle and I’ll frog-tie you. That will be painful.” assured Jonny.
Matt believed him.
Max didn’t like his brother. TUGs with him were often painful, he was always the victim, and he was always naked. He knew what was about to happen even if he behaved himself so he continued struggling, swearing and trying to kick Aiden but, in bare feet it didn’t harm him too much especially when Karl came over and stood on his brother’s feet.
Following the strip-poker game, Max still retained his t-shirt, trousers and underpants but that was too good to last. Karl unzipped his trousers, pulled both them and his boxers down before getting off his feet and pulling the clothing completely off the futilely struggling younger boy.
Aiden went down on his knees forcing Max to sit with his legs flailing uselessly in front of him thus stopping the assault on his shins. Karl untangled Max’s boxer shorts from his trousers and stuffed them unceremoniously into his mouth holding them into place with his hand until Jonny could come and apply the necessary packing tape. “Good of you to provide the tape. Thanks, Max.” said Jonny.
“Come on lads, hurry up and tie this little bastard up, I’m getting cramp down here!” Aiden called; and then he had an idea!
“Sorry, Jonny, I know you’ve only just strung him up but can you bring Matt over here? Blindfold him first, he’s easier to handle that way. Use lots of tape! By the time he had finished, Jonny left just the point of Matt’s chin, his nose and some of his hair showing. He had even wound tape under Matt’s chin and over the top of his head.
As Jonny went about his task, Aiden started whispering into Max’s ear. Some of the terms he used were, “testicles”, “paracord”, “big toes” and “tickle the crap out of you”. After Aiden had asked Max whether he had understood, he stopped struggling and nodded with a resigned, “Ngghhh.”
“Now don’t forget: if you don’t get it right, I’m going to do it to your mate, my little brother here, first. He doesn’t like it. Still understand?” This time Max’s nodding was silent and by now Jonny had released Matt from the ladder and turned him round while Aiden stripped Max of his t-shirt.
The two naked boys were brought face to face and Max was told to Hug Matt. Even though he did so, Aiden was not satisfied. “Not like that! Thread yourself. Slip your hands between his arms and his body, then hug him.” As Max did so, Matt started sharing his opinion of his brother with him but, unfortunately, he was not very comprehensible.
Even though Matt was a fairly substantial youngster, once Jonny had pulled Max’s arms until he was as closely chest to chest with Matt as possible, he could easily force him to cross his wrists and hold them there until Aiden managed to cross lash them. Even though there was not much scope for retreat, both boys instinctively tried to avoid more intimate contact with one another: it wasn’t the same with an audience of sadistic older brothers and their mate.
“Oh, don’t be shy, boys.” said Karl, “You know one another better than that. Come on, get closer.” With that he took a rope, doubled it, held it against Max’s waist and threaded the free ends through the bite. Pulling tight forced the two victims’ bellies (and other parts!) to be just about as close as they could come. Keeping the rope tight, Karl continued for two more turns and, next time round, forced the ends between the boys and returned them twice. Knotting off rendered an already tight waist tie even tighter.
With all the pulling and pushing Max had to try hard to stabilise both himself and Matt, whose legs he himself had bound earlier. He certainly wished he had not done quite such an efficient job.
That left the free ropes hanging between the two captives from Matt’s wrists. With an evil final touch Karl decided that one should be drawn between the legs of each victim and tied up to the rope that he had just tied round their waists.
Matt was the first to receive such attention. Even with his knees tied, Karl soon passed the rope between his legs, up between the cheeks of his arse and threaded it between the waist rope and his waist. A hard tug forced Matt’s arms downwards thus tightening his arms against Max’s and producing a considerable vocal reaction from both boys. Matt was trying to be very careful where he was putting his fingers as Karl tied off the rope.
When it came to Max’s turn, the same procedure couldn’t produce quite the same discomfort but still not much ease was forthcoming. There was enough rope remaining to pass each end between the legs of both boys and tie them off at the waist ropes again drawing them even closer together.
The final touch was when Jonny made sure that both boys had their chins on their fellow sufferer’s left shoulder and wrapped several layers of packing tape around their necks making head movement virtually impossible.
Karl, Aiden and Jonny agreed that that should keep the younger boys out of their hair while they used the ladder and the work-bench. While Karl took his blackmail video, making sure that Max could be clearly identified, Aiden started to strip for action. It was obviously his turn to be Dungeon Master and he was dressing for it.
Both sets of boys had “adventures” that evening but those stories are for later, perhaps; this is just an account of Karl’s blackmail videos.
If anyone wants the follow ups to these situations, let me know or else I'll let them rest.
There's one more "Warbands" related story nearly finished but no plans, as yet, for any more. . . . .
Unless members can come up with ideas which would fit the context ????
Wassail!
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