Actually, there were a few times that I did get the upper hand. It wasn't all that often, since I always got overpowered if it was a straight out struggle, but if I ever had some help, or if I was able to plan everything out pretty well, I could usually capture whoever I was trying to get at the time. In fact, Brett and I actually did get all of the other boys at the birthday party later on, with a little help. Though it was after quite a lot more of some terrible embarrassment on both of our parts (but some pretty nice stuff at the same time).

But anyway, that's all coming up really soon. On to the story!
So by then there were only five captors left. There were my three brothers, Jacob, and another kid. I think that his name was Will. They untied our bonds and pulled us to our feet. I asked when they were going to let us go, but Ian just laughed at me. Brett and I were told to face one another and we did as we were told, not quite sure what was going on. They started up around our shoulders and moved down, wrapping us up in duct tape. Our bodies were forced together tightly, making us press up against each other face to face. We immediately knew what was going to happen to us then, but there was no chance for us to get away. They quickly taped us together until they got down to about our waists and then they stopped. Then I realized what they were going to do next just a second before my briefs were yanked down.
I had been naked before, in front of my brothers and in front of Brett, but there were other guys there that I didn’t really know, and it made matters worse that Brett’s boxers had been removed too. But by then it was too late for us and the kids continued to wrap us up in tape on down the body, and when they started going below the belt it made everything get so much closer and tighter between mine and Brett’s bodies. It was the worst tie that I’d ever been in up until then, and I’ve still never been in anything worse than that. But they kept the tape coming tightly all the way down our legs until they got to our ankles. Ian and the others stepped back and laughed so hard at our predicament. At least someone was enjoying what was happening.
Two of them grabbed me and Brett and carried us back upstairs to the bonus room. They snapped a few pictures of us like that, and then moved on to even worse tortures. Basically mummified in duct tape, we were only able to move our heads and wiggle our toes. So Ian sat above us and told us to kiss. Brett and I immediately told him some choice words, but we weren’t in much position to argue, and he once again threatened us with the pictures. I was really beginning to hate the invention of the camera.
But without much of a choice, me and Brett just closed our eyes and went in for a quick kiss. Ian told us that wasn’t nearly good enough, and we’d have to do much better than that. Brett and I had a quick discussion, trying to decide whether this was worth it. I sure didn’t want any of those pictures to get out, and Brett said he didn’t either, so we really had no choice. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would make things better, and then moved in for the kiss.
Our lips met again and we held the kiss out longer this time. We were about to pull apart, but Ian and the others told us to keep going. We kept going, and I even felt Brett’s tongue venture a little close to my lips, so it basically turned into a make out session (and I noticed just how excited Brett was starting to get). I saw the flash of the camera and knew that our fates were sealed. We were going to be basically slaves to these boys as long as they felt like blackmailing us with those pictures. This was turning into a really bad day.
Anyway, we were forced to keep kissing for another ten minutes or so before Ian finally let us stop. He told us that we’d done well, and he had plenty of blackmail material to use against us. I angrily cussed at him, which earned me a light slap on the face. I quickly shut up and just resigned myself to my fate. After that, it was starting to get late and Ian went down to check on Mark again, who was still left tied to the chair. Ian took him to the bathroom then tied him down to his bed once again. He returned to us a few minutes later and told us that he hoped that we like each other a lot, because if not we’d be getting to know each other really well.
He flipped off the light, the boys wished us good night, and they all laid down. Then, as uncomfortable as I was tied up naked against my naked best friend, I managed to drift off to sleep.