David and Armand series (mm/mm)
Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 2:15 pm
Another repost. I'll start with the genesis story in the third person; I'll post Armand's Diary that tells the continuation in futures updates.
For those who don't know my stories, these are raunchy stories taking place in a parallel universe in which teenage boys enjoy playing tugs quite a lot. They also have plenty of opportunities to do so and fully use them. There's smutty content ahead, be warned.
David’s Project
Chapter 1 – Challenging Afternoon
“Sit down. I’ll give you a hand.”
Armand bent down, lifting his arms. He could almost feel his friend’s gaze over his pastel-blue-shorted bum; yet David’s firm grip only held his hands; Armand’s wrists were bound behind his back, as were his elbows. He had to thread his forearms between the two higher slats of the large wooden chair David wanted him to sit on.
The boys were in David’s room; there was a large desk chair, but it wasn’t intended for his guest. The wooden chair he’d brought from the kitchen earlier on would go with his plan much better.
He felt David’s hand guiding his wrists as he sat down. His armpits were just above the second slat and he had to stay straight against the back of the chair, the back of his head resting against the highest slat.
“Now, let’s take care of your ankles.”
David held yet another piece of rope; he’d brought a few when Armand had accepted his young friend’s challenge. Once upstairs, in David’s domain, it seemed there was an endless supply of cordage. The first coils were now imprisoning his wrists and elbows; they were tight, but not excessively. Armand was confident that he would be able to loosen the tension easily, hence not being deemed a hopeless loser.
Having his cute friend kneeling in front of him brought joy to Armand; this happiness translated in an inflation of his underwear underneath his gym shorts. He hoped David wouldn’t notice. The lanky fourteen-year-old boy still couldn’t believe that his dream of getting closely tied up was coming true. He had been bound quite often, but always by himself, which felt good indeed. Yet getting thus bound by David was a much more satisfying experience.
David was a bit shorter than he was. They’d been friends for over a decade, since their very first steps in nursery school. They got along fine throughout these ten years of their childhood. They had become very close friends over the last school-year, which had coincided with both boys maturing and getting into puberty. They had been in the same class for the first time, which had brought them closer. Armand was getting to understand better the nature of the admiration he had for some schoolmates, one of whom was David.
The boys spent some time together outside school; they both sang in the choir, which was of course very much school-related. They also spent some time playing football or video games at each other’s place. Living very close to each other made it easy to hang out; it was not even five minutes of walking. They now were officially teenagers, and their parents were more than willing to have them keep each other company. The grown-ups were reaching a point in their careers when they came home quite late or even were gone on business trips. Having their sons manage on their own made them proud, on top of being quite convenient.
Armand had always found David good-looking; for the last year or so, he had developed an attraction that wasn’t only linked to his friend’s fine features, but to his whole being. Spending time with him meant he knew all his facial expressions, but also his body language and his body smells. He had wanked many times thinking of David’s body.
They had gotten much more intimate over the weeks that had lead to this afternoon at David’s. They had fleeting moments when David and his friend had kissed; as of last week, they had gone a bit further and fondled each other’s genitals. There had been other short films developing in his mind, in which the cute crew-cut boy starred as a captor, binding other choir boys whom Armand deemed appetizing. The captive’s untold fantasy was coming to life; his friend was kneeling in front of him, binding his ankles together.
“Four turns of rope and a square knot, you can’t get your feet apart now!”
Armand couldn’t spread his legs, but it felt like the coils of rope would loosen if he squirmed a little on his chair. David stood, facing his prisoner, who was getting a feel of the restraints that bound his limbs. His friend moved to a chest of drawers; he opened the bottom drawer, giving Armand a tantalizing sight of his friend’s buttocks tightly wrapped in his football shorts.
David turned back towards his friend. He was holding what had to be at least five coils of rope. Armand had been easy to lure into an escape challenge, yet David had refrained to show all the gear he had for such an activity. He had no doubt Armand would accept, thanks to the confidential information he’d acquired a few months earlier; nevertheless, he didn’t want to risk scaring him away.
“You’ve got more rope?”
“I thought I told you to remain silent. It looks like I have more gear, doesn’t it? This wouldn’t be much of a challenge to get away from weak bonds. Let’s get serious and show you what trussed up to a chair means.”
Armand gulped; the smirk over his friend’s face, with his deep red lips curled over his pointy teeth made him nervous. He was quite excited by what was happening to him; this mixed with apprehension from putting himself under the blond boy’s control.
David was behind him and he threaded a piece of rope between his wrists, encircling the coils of rope keeping Armand’s wrists together. This turned the flimsy restraint into a pair of tight rope manacles. Both ends of the rope that cinched his wrists were then bound to the chair’s back’s lower slat; yet there were more loose ends.
David pulled them to the front and there was enough rope to make two turns with each end to make some rope belt that kept Armand sitting upright. He was now bound to the chair, with his wrists less likely to escape the rope than one minute earlier.
David grabbed another coil of rope; he laid its middle over Armand’s nape of the neck; the ends were threaded under his armpits, and then looped around the slat behind the captive’s shoulder blades. More turns followed the same route, reinforcing the harness David was weaving. Armand was firmly pinned to the back of the chair; any attempt at escaping seemed much less likely to succeed now.
“This is tight.”
Armand’s voice was quite subdued, but his whisper triggered some reaction from David. Armand felt his friend’s hand clamping over his lower face, silencing him.
“Mmmmh?”
“It is the second time you speak. I made myself clear before we came upstairs, didn’t I? No speaking if I don’t give you permission. And I didn’t give you permission, did I? We’ll have to remedy such outbursts later on.”
Armand meekly shook his head, cautious not to make a sound, and doing so calmly enough that his gesture wouldn’t be deemed rebellion.
“You’re still under the silence rule, Armand. I’ll take my hand off so I can finish binding you properly.”
David’s warm hand left his face; the boy stepped back in front, equipped with four more coils of the white line he seemed to own in large quantities. He took care of Armand’s knees, with four turns above them and four below, using the ends of the rope cinching them to further link the captive boy to the chair he was sitting on. He then did the same with the wraps surrounding his ankles as he’d done with his wrists, cinching them with a short piece that the ‘kidnapper’ then tied to the rung linking the chair’s front legs.
“This should keep you from escaping, I guess,” David said, standing up and admiring the result of his work.
“I’ll do my best,” Armand whispered back, a rueful grin spreading over his face, showing he instantly realized the mistake he’d made. He’d broken this so-called ‘silence rule.’ David froze and leaped to Armand’s side, his moist hand coming over the bound boy’s lips again. He put his left hand on the back of his prisoner’s head, effectively keeping him in a tight vice. Armand tried to shake his head, but there was no way he could get rid of the handgag. His crush was about to gag him, wasn’t he?
“Oh, no, I won’t let go of your mouth. I have no interest in hearing you complain. And who knows, there could be people outside, and I wouldn’t want a rescue party to barge in if they hear you. I have plans for you, and they don’t involve you calling out and being saved by the unlikely passer-by. You’re mine for a while.”
Armand froze, totally subdued by the tight grip of David’s warm hands. He wondered whether he could get more aroused yet. The last fifteen minutes had plunged him in a daze. All his fantasies were becoming true.
Chapter 2 – Under David’s Thumb
He’d become quite horny once he’d seen the outfits they were to wear to play football a little over an hour earlier; they matched Armand’s clothing fetish. Armand liked shiny sportswear; the satiny black shorts David wore when he’d opened the door fit the bill perfectly for a sexy outfit. They gleamed and wrapped his curves tightly, which was just like in Armand’s wettest dreams. His shiny red jersey with the golden letters over his chest complemented the shorts, making David’s torso interesting to watch.
Being offered light blue satin shorts to go and play football had turned him on too. He’d spent three minutes by himself in the bathroom where he’d changed, adjusting his junk in the tight swimwear and the clinging shorts; the sight and the feel of the garments didn’t actually help to calm down, Armand realized. The little time they’d spent playing one on one, with two sticks used as goal-posts.
The game was an occasion of having both young teens parade; they danced around each other, puffing their chests and protecting the ball. Armand loved having his friend so close. Watching him in his enticing outfit and brushing against him as he dribbled the ball elated the slightly older boy.
They played for twenty minutes, in choreographed moves that were quite graceful. They were sweaty and tired rather quickly; the score was nine to seven in favour of David. Armand tried to protect the goal but David undertook a move which pushed him out of his way by bumping into him with his chest. Armand lost his balance and fell graciously on his shorted bum; his opponent scored easily. He dropped on the sitting boy, pushing him over his back, grabbing his wrists to pin him against the floor with David’s behind exerting a slight pressure over his assaulted friend’s stomach.
“So, who won the game, uh? Am I not your master?”
Armand blushed and shook his head, neither nodding frankly nor denying vehemently. David kept looking at his friend under him for a few seconds. He then leaned backward before he stood, his shiny bottom caressing Armand’s semi-turgid sex. David jumped to his feet, Armand trying to overcome the pang of lust he’d felt.
David suggested they’d take a break, which his friend wholeheartedly accepted. The running around had gotten Armand to deflate a little, but as soon as they were on their own in the privacy of David’s home, the bulge had come back.
Of course, it was the remark David made when they got back inside that had Armand all worked up. His friend had switched the TV on; on the screen they saw some serial that had two boys kidnapped by a bunch of thugs. Armand was torn between admiring the scene and pretending he didn’t notice what was going on. He’d read stories in which this kind of situation triggered some tie-up game; yet he didn’t manage to say anything in response.
“Gosh, TV shows are so unrealistic! See how loosely the lads are bound? How do these dim-witted thugs think they will keep them prisoners?”
He looked straight into Armand’s eyes; Armand felt his mouth drying up; yet he knew he had to react quickly. He’d been longing for such an opportunity with a friend.
“How would you know? They look like they’re not going anywhere.”
“I know because I’ve read about Houdini and escape artists. I would do a much better job than the twits on TV.”
“Really?”
Armand now had butterflies in his stomach.
“Really. I may show this to you, if you feel like playing the escape artist.”
Armand nodded shyly. He would have yelled that it was the greatest idea ever; yet he didn’t want to be deemed overenthusiastic by his friend.
“Well, yeah. I’m sure you can’t tie me up so well I can’t escape.”
“That’s what you think. Let me prove you wrong.”
David rushed to the entrance hall; he came back with two short coils of white cotton rope.
“Turn around.”
Armand obeyed, crossing his wrists behind his back. He felt David’s hands seizing his.
“No, not like this, like this,” he said getting Armand’s palms against each other. The five turns of rope held tight. The second coil was used above his elbows, hence making any twisting much more difficult. David grabbed his prisoner’s arms, as Armand was already fidgeting and trying to feel how to get rid of the rope.
David looped his friend’s elbows in four turns of coil also; he tightened it enough that it would take some contortions to free his arms of the rope’s hold.
“We’ll go to my room so we’re not disturbed. Move on, and no funny stuff; not a word, of course, you’re now officially my prisoner.”
Armand was glad David was behind him, holding his arms: in front, his shorts had to be tenting like mad, thanks to the boner he was developing.
Fifteen minutes later, Armand was living his wildest fantasy, roped thoroughly to the solid wooden chair, and David keeping him handgagged.
“I have some plans for you, indeed, and it’s no coincidence. You see, I know your secret.”
Armand uttered some inquisitive grunt: “Hmmph?”
“Silence rule! I might have to gag you earlier than planned.”
Armand felt the grip at the back of his head loosen; David needed a hand to grab the wadding he’d prepared inside the drawer close to them, as well as the roll of wide surgical tape that would seal his lips. He also lifted the hand he’d kept clamped over Armand’s mouth so far.
“Open up!”
“Oh, please, don’t gag me, I swear I’ll be quiemmmph! Grmmbbllm!”
“I don’t think you were granted permission to speak. But let’s say that once I’m done with you, I won’t have to fear any unpleasant jibe anymore.”
The ball of handkerchiefs that was crammed in his mouth was quite big; it felt soft too, but Armand knew that any speech would be unintelligible. He felt the end of the wide tape being stuck to his cheek; David held his chin so he had to keep his lips tight against each other. Two turns around his head effectively sealed them. David didn’t stop there. He stepped in front and added a large X over his mouth, and he added two pieces that acted as a chin-strap. He added two further turns around Armand’s head to tidy up the job.
He took a step back, checking that symmetry was properly respected.
“Fine job, if I say so myself. Now you won’t disturb me with complaints. You can listen to what I have to tell you.”
David grabbed a pair of leather gloves from the bag and slowly undertook putting the left one on. His eyes were chained to Armand’s.
“Let’s say we’re starting a new phase in our relationship. I’ve known your secret for five months now. I’ll be blunt: I suspected you liked tie-up, so I checked you did. I hacked your computer five months ago.”
“Mmmph? Mbblmm!”
Armand felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through him; he squirmed, picturing the many folders on his computer that documented his liking for male bondage. They had explicit names: tie-up stories, tie-up art, gaged boys, boys in shorts… They documented some of the fetishes and situations that aroused the kinky teenager. His friend now knew all about his private leanings. What use would he make of this knowledge?
“Yes, invading your privacy is something to be called names for. Still, I don’t like you insulting me. I’ve wondered since last summer why you never opened your session when we needed to use your computer for homework. My older cousin is into computers, and he gave me tons of utility software a while back. The one that allows bypassing the initial PC logging turned out to be helpful. One day when you went to help your mom with groceries as we worked on the science project in your room, I worked my magic, got into your personal and I copied all of your documents on my flash drive.”
“Mmmm?”
Armand’s wide eyes took in the sight of his lovely sexy friend, in his most attractive outfit, adjusting the first glove. The captive boy was mentally listing all his folders, wondering which ones had been found. There was a wealth of pictures, art, stories and videos stored on his PC, some of them actually documenting Armand’s self-bondage experiments. He’d done so in text by writing about his self-bondage experiments, and he’d used his webcam to take many shots of himself bound and gagged. There were quite a few more on removable devices he’d burned and saved in his hide-out: those featured the weirdest stuff which Armand liked but found a bit more embarrassing.
“This has been quite a trove of documents. You could have asked me, I know quite a bit about tie-up games.”
“Mmm?”
“Not to worry, I’ll teach you what I know anyway. You’re going to be my little pupil from now on. An obedient and respectful one, of course. I’ve had this idea since I found out how much you liked bondage.”
He started putting on the second glove; the leather was as gleaming as were the shorts; Armand noticed both garments enhanced the contents, whether the bulging cock or the long skilled digits.
“It took me a while to go through all of your files. I’ve learned a few things, but most of all this has gotten me to thinking. I first thought that it would be nice having some tie-up fun with you. But some of the stories I read got me to think bigger. It’s not difficult to prove that I can bind a boy so he can’t escape. It seems this is just what I’ve done.”
Armand believed him; it felt like no squirming would get him out of the chair. David rubbed his gloved hands while smiling at his prey.
“Yet I want more than this. I want to have you wrapped around my finger; you’ll be my captive for months!”
The gloved boy’s feral grin was only too clear to Armand; he kept staring at his kidnapper. This was insane, David was no dunce, and he knew he couldn’t have his friend vanish. Armand waited for more details, refraining from grunting inquisitively.
Chapter 3 – Getting closer
David grabbed his desk chair and rolled it to Armand’s side. He sat down, his left knee against Armand’s right one, his right one brushing against his left buttock; he leaned forward with his thighs spread, hence giving a whiff of his sweaty body to his captive. He whispered in his ear.
“You need some control. Tying you up for a few hours is a good start, but you’ll need more supervision for the time when I have to let you go unfettered, as when you go to school. Thankfully, we’re in the same class, so I’ll be able to see you if you misbehave with teachers or other pupils.”
Armand shook his head to convey his disagreement. No sound was heard, yet David stood up.
“I’ll take good note you didn’t make a sound this time, yet I find this distracting. Plus you’ve made yourself heard three times in breach of the silence rule.”
Armand saw a band of silk pass in front of his eyes; David used a silk scarf that he had folded to tie around Armand’s head, adding to the gag. He then bound the ends from the knot over his neck around the top slat at the back of the chair. His cheeks were well compressed and it seemed that making noise had become even more difficult.
“I might speak in peace, without unwanted motion. Good. Now we’re first going to see how good of an escape artist you are. You’ve got half an hour to get out of the chair, starting now!”
David sat back for the first five minutes. He was paying close attention to all the knots as Armand exerted tension over them. It was soon clear that the likelihood of his captive’s success was low.
“It seems you’re having trouble with my expert rope work. Keep trying; I wouldn’t want to win because of a lack of enthusiasm of my opponent. Silence rule is off, if it can help to grunt in effort.”
There was faint mmphing, but Armand was quite focused on feeling the ropes and the way they were linked and knotted; he didn’t make much noise. David stood and fired up his computer. He went to spin Armand’s chair a quarter turn so he faced the LCD display.
David opened one of the folders featuring Armand’s self-tie-up pics; he started playing them as a presentation so it changed every four seconds, displaying a new angle or a variation of Armand’s self-inflicted ordeal.
“I’ve been quite privileged of seeing what you think a good tie-up is. And the gags, too; it seems you’re quite a specialist for silencing prisoners.”
“Mmmph! Grmmmph!”
The close-up of Armand’s face, lips taped in black vinyl, that also locked his jaws thanks to the swim cap that was used for this session and that allowed for vertical turns around the head too; Armand’s thin light brown hair was protected by the silicone, and his head was completely mummified in the gleaming black adhesive.
“I’ve enjoyed watching your pictures, this gave me lots of ideas.”
“Mmmph!”
“You’d better try harder escaping your bonds. I’ll read you a story while you show me you’re eager to struggle.”
David picked a couple of paper sheets from his desk’s drawer. Dragging his chair to where he and the LCD monitor could be seen properly by the fully immobilized Armand, David sat and smiled at his audience and started reading. It took three sentences for Armand to identify the story. It was one he had written himself.
Armand’s stories were usually short, and depicted a succession of tie-ups and all the action that went along. They featured villains who kidnapped teen boys; there were a few about sports players being abducted by rivals, and the one that David read was about a football player who was detained by another team to prevent him from playing an important game.
David put his hand over Armand’s knee; the touch of the fingers through the thin layer of leather caused a grunt in response. David kept on reading; Armand was still looking intently at his pics, which now had him bound in a chair wearing his favourite pair of Speedos; the red silk scarf covering his mouth was tied tight; his lips’ outline were clearly visible, and the bulging cheeks betrayed the presence of a massive amount of fabric padding his mouth.
“… ‘and Alistair could no longer speak because of the tape sealing his lips.’ Darn, Armand, this is definitely hot kidnapping stuff you write.”
The leather-gloved hand moved up the bound boy’s thigh. The young abductor’s story-telling continued, and every time a new development happened in the depiction of Alistair’s woes, David’s fingers travelled up the fleshy thigh; the display of his own tie-up feats combined with the hot story he’d written were driving Armand wild.
“Mmm… Mmmm…”.
“… ‘as the door slammed behind the kidnappers, Alistair was left alone. His bonds were tight.’ So are yours and I don’t think you’re trying hard enough to free yourself.”
Armand wiggled on his chair, which didn’t get any liberating result. David’s fingers had reached the hem of his satiny shorts.
“Hmmmm! Hmmmblmph!”
“You may moan all you want, it doesn’t really get you any closer to freeing yourself. You will get the forfeit if you don’t, so try harder.”
David’s hand was now resting over Armand’s shorts, just over his manhood that inflated the gleaming garment.
“Hmmm! Hmmmmblmmm!”
“Speaking of harder… Quite a stiffy you have, my friend.”
He started kneading Armand’s genitals. The mutual wanking they’d done before gave the abductor the expertise required in stimulating his friend. Armand was no longer in control. The fingers brushed over his foreskin and his shaft, and the pace of the hand going up and down grew faster. The prisoner’s groans increased in volume, though not in clarity.
“Yes, Armand, you’re enjoying my hand, aren’t you?”
It wasn’t only his friend’s digits, but the whole situation that aroused the bound boy. He’d been hard for over an hour, and David’s caresses were the cherry on top. The shorts slid over his briefs, the ministrations increasing in intensity until Armand felt pleasure was close. He had closed his eyes; his moaning rose in pitch until orgasm caused fireworks to explode in his head, whereas his underwear and shorts were flooded by the warm gushing jizz.
David let go of his dick. Armand was calming down; he fell silent.
“Quite a mess you made, pet. I don’t think I told you could soil your undies like this. That’s fine, I have long-term plans for you, so keeping control of your dick should be something I teach you. For now, I’ll leave you bound to your chair until you’re dry enough that I don’t get all dirty handing you.”
“Hmmbllmm? Mmph!”
David walked behind Armand; the prisoner caught a glimpse of fabric, and he felt a wide silk band blindfolding him before it was tied to the upper slat.
“I’ll have another look at your documents. I don’t think I should read you another story; it seems to get you to spurt your juice. We want you to get dry, don’t we?”
“Mmm.”
Armand could now fully benefit from the tie-up; he really had no hope of getting out of the ropes. Being thus immobile, silent and in the dark, he could try to collect his wits. He could think for the first time since David had opened the door; he soon recovered from his orgasm. The thoughts assailing him, on top of the sensations he felt or the pungent smell of cum didn’t help him to relax. He was now picturing further ‘ordeals’ that David could submit him to.
He could hear David using the computer. It didn’t affect him much; Armand was in his own world. He was also starting to feel some strain from the tight bonds pinning him to the chair. He was hence relieved when he next heard David.
Chapter 4 – Tight Embrace
“It’s over half an hour and you haven’t escaped my ropes. This means you’re still my prisoner.”
Armand grunted in a pitiful manner certainly meant to gain his friend’s mercy.
“As such, I’m going to bind you a bit tighter. This has been a tie-up you could escape, let’s now add ropes so you realize that I can make you a complete prisoner.”
“MMMph! Mmmblllmmm!”
“You’re welcome. It’s always a pleasure having one’s charges so compliant and grateful.”
The wails were obviously meant to convey dissent, but David ignored them; he even misinterpreted them, which made Armand protest further.
“Tut! Tut! I won’t give in to your demands, rascal!”
A first piece of rope was roped around the bound boy’s thighs. Then two other bits of cord came to reinforce the harness binding his torso to the chair. Two ends were threaded along his butt crack, coming from the lower slat at the back, and pulled up towards the waist rope that made for a safety belt preventing Armand from slipping. The Y it made formed framed his genitals, still under the two layers of nylon made slimy by the ejaculate. It wasn’t dry, though it felt much less wet.
The addition and tightening of ropes had Armand wonder what David’s plan was. He felt the knot of his blindfold being untied, and the dark silk slid away from his eyes.
“You’re a little more strictly bound, but I’m afraid you can move your head a bit, especially if I remove this blindfold. Not to worry, though, you know your friend David has ways to avoid such an issue.”
Armand saw the roll of Coban wrap his captor held in his hand. He set it on Armand’s lap.
“Let me adjust the gag…”
David untied the two ends of the scarf that went over his captive’s lower face, which were tied to the upper slat of the chair. He then removed the knot over Armand’s neck; the tension wasn’t relieved for long. David tightened it back, which got the gagged boy to feel his cheeks even more compressed.
“And now, I want you to stay put, so let’s take care of your head better yet.”
Two turns of the sticky, rubbery material wrapped around his lower face reinforced the silk band underneath, the one that had just had any slack removed. Then David rolled the wrap behind the slat and pulled it back up to lay it over his forehead. He did another pass over the whole strapping; Armand’s head was even more securely fastened than it was a few minutes before.
“This should make you stay put. I need you to be able to focus on a nice story…”
David reached for the mouse over the desk. He double-clicked over an icon, which triggered the playing of a video. He sat back in his chair next to his prisoner.
“This is a short film I did with Max.”
Armand had guessed as much, since the first shot displayed Max, a blond boy who was a bit younger than they were. He was also in the choir; he was rather cute, but lots of the boys in the choir were. The boy’s taste for tie-up was unknown from Armand, though.
It started with Max walking in what Armand quickly identified as the garden at David’s; he was filmed from far away and growing bigger as he moved forward towards the camera. Armand would have gulped if he’d been able to; Max was wearing his favourite outfit, just as David was when he’d opened the door; his shiny shorts were green and his jersey dark blue. Seeing his friends in skimpy, clinging shorts and jersey always took its toll on Armand.
Max was walking along a box tree hedge, growing bigger on the screen as he walked forward. The moment the character filled all the frame coincided with this when he reached the end of the hedge, when an attacker pounced on him, entering the screen as he leaped over Max. Then there were a few seconds of David holding Max with one arm around his chest, the other being clamped over the boy’s mouth. There was minimal struggling.
“Mmmph!”
“Hush! You shouldn’t have ratted me out at school. I got a four-hour detention. This means this will be the minimal one you’re going to get. And at my hands!”
“Speaking of which…”
The flesh and blood David at Armand’s sides accompanied his short remark by grabbing a pair of latex gloves from the drawer. He started putting them on, adding a layer to his leather-gloved hands.
Armand couldn’t watch him doing so too well with his head so firmly pinned to the seatback. His eyes focused on the screen.
The scene cut with David’s promise at retaliation; next, fading from black, Max stood in the garden shed. Armand knew the place; it was still located at David’s. The camera had Max from head to feet, which made for some space around him. It showed the tools and furniture that were stored inside. David appeared from the side, standing next to Max, cautious not to hide the bound boy from the lens.
Armand went over the bondage with his informed eye. Max was held by an intricate weaving of ropes, which had coils of four or five turns linked by criss-crossed ropes. Above his head, Armand could see the wide end of a spring rake, with a rope shooting straight up to the ceiling, which was off-screen. No doubt it was knotted to a beam.
Max hid the handle, but Armand had seen such a setup in the story of Simon, a redheaded escape artist who fell prey to an enthusiastic knot-tier. Max was wearing more than the fictional character’s briefs, but his bondage was very similar. Armand could still figure out that Max was trussed up against the handle; from experiencing David’s rope work, no doubt it was taut.
There wasn’t much action; David talked a lot, taunting Max and making up reasons for keeping him like this for a long time. Armand felt a hand over his thigh. It didn’t glide much: David was done pulling the layer of supple rubber over his gloved hands. David leaned towards Armand, whispering in his ear.
“I don’t want to mess up the leather…”
This cryptic comment was better understood by the captive boy when the hand reached his package, still damp from the copious amounts of semen he’d spurted. The touch made him aware of how turgid his cock was again. David adjusted the growing penis under the two nylon layers. It grew until it was stopped by his Speedos’ waistband. The string was tight; David poked here and there until his prisoner’s dick was comfortable. Then he got to kneading it delicately.
The stroking got the boy all worked up again; the video didn’t help. David’s verbal piques accompanied various shots; his lines, such as “a full hour and you’re still here, I guess you’re in for another one, then,” were perceived as directly aimed at Armand. Each shot was from the same tie-up, but from a different angle. The details were clearer. The seriousness of the knots was made more obvious. The whole experience followed its path smoothly, until a low guttural sound started coming from deep within Armand. Then he gushed out again, with more gobs of thick whitish cum oozing through the swimwear and the shorts.
“Not even five minutes before you cum, you horny little beast!”
David turned down the sound, not wanting to be interrupted by his video self; the scene continued. Armand was slowly landing after this second orgasm; he could hardly believe he could climax twice over such a short span.
“I will have to teach you a few things, like control, for instance. A more immediate lesson will be in hygiene. I’ll need to clean you up a bit, I’ve planned to take you out for a walk, and you can’t go out smelling of spunk like you do. I’ll untie you from the chair, but no funny stuff…”
Chapter 5 – Grooming
Armand was in no state to attempt an escape. He was starting to feel numb from the strict chair tie and he was still under the spell of the endorphin rush he’d just gone through. Nevertheless, David put handcuffs over his wrists before they were completely free from the ropes. He wiped summarily his crotch with a hand towel, so Armand wouldn’t leak over the plush carpet. Two leather straps, dog collars actually, were fastened above his knees, and linked by a chain that would hobble the captive securely to move him towards the bathroom.
The young kidnapper removed the ropes, wrapping them into nice coils which he laid over his desk.
“You may stand up, prisoner. Slowly, and no funny stuff, of course.”
The blond captor grabbed his charge’s arm and guiding outside the room to the landing; David opened the door to the bathroom. They stepped inside.
“I expect you to keep clean at all times. I will look after your cleanliness whether you’re here or at the school. This is an important part of my controlling you. I want you to smell fresh whenever I have to come near you.”
David released the knee hobbles; his head was at Armand’s waist level; he sniffed deeply.
“Your crotch smells of spunk rather strongly. There is no penalty now since I got you to spill your seed, but this is the type of scent that will be forbidden, because I won’t let you wank without my authorization.”
“Mmmph?”
“Ha! Indeed, your cock is mine! Now, let’s see how you fare from behind.”
David spun Armand around; the bound boy felt his captor’s nose touching his butt.
“Not too bad, you seem to wipe properly. Let’s start by having you relieve yourself; not to worry, I’ll make sure you clean up to my standards afterwards.”
David stood and grabbed Armand’s arm, pushing him towards the commode. He stood him in front and kneeled again to lower the prisoner’s shorts and briefs.
“You may sit down and do your business.”
Armand complied. David didn’t move and remained in front, towering over him. He lifted his gagged face towards his tormentor, hoping to communicate he wouldn’t mind a little privacy.
“What are you waiting for, scoundrel? It’s not like you will have many opportunities to release your bladder and bowels, so you’d better get going.”
“Mmmph… Mmmmbll?”
“Are you kidding? I told you I controlled you, so you’d better get used to having me keep a close eye on you, even when you’ve got to take a piss or a shit!”
Armand closed his eyes; he let nature follow its course, the noises and the smell informing his captor that relief had come both ways.
“Open your eyes, there’s no shame in emptying yourself. Are you done?”
Armand nodded. David approached and wiped his buttocks with energetic gestures; he refrained from making humiliating comments. He didn’t encounter any resistance, Armand wanting this to be over as soon as possible.
“Done,” David said flushing the toilet, “Now let’s get you all cleaned up; hop in the tub!”
His order was followed dutifully. Armand stood, still handcuffed and gagged, certainly wondering how he would have to shower with his hands thus held behind his back. David quickly got him out of the shorts and underwear that were still around his ankles; he set them aside on the counter, neatly folded.
Armand felt the handcuffs being unlocked; David grabbed his wrists and pulled them up towards the wall, above the shower head; there was a large hook to which he fastened the chain linking the cuffs before imprisoning the obedient attendee’s wrists in them again.
Standing in the tub with his arms lifted above his head, the naked boy heard his abductor disrobe and joined him inside the tub. David reached for the faucet and lukewarm water flowed on the boys. Armand could feel his minder’s body pressing against his, as David made sure all parts of his body to be rinsed by the stream. He then switched it off before he lathered some sweet-smelling shower gel over Armand’s chest.
The hands massaged his body from shoulders to toes, with particular care given to his armpits and his crotch. David reached for the faucet; the water flowed again and he rinsed Armand. The water stopped. The prisoner felt some cold fluid at the small of his back.
"A final rub, my pet; you see, I need some relief too!”
Gel had been poured at the top of his crack, which David’s prick started to brush against. He stood behind his friend, and his fully developed five inches of manhood slid along the crack. His legs were slightly spread, and the grinding David did with his hips got his hard cock to fully enjoy the welcoming cradle. The bound boy wondered if he would be fucked off, but David just squirmed up and down; he didn’t assault Armand’s rosebud. Halfway through, the blond kidnapper grabbed Armand’s ever hard boner and started wanking it skilfully.
Armand was overwhelmed by the sensations he felt. There were groans and moans; David’s expertise was welcome; two minutes and twenty-three seconds later, he exploded, a warm stream flooding Armand’s back. The bound boy followed suit three seconds later, spurts of semen jetting out to reach the cold porcelain of the shower walls.
There was panting from the captor, and laboured breathing from the gagged boy’s nose.
“Oh boy, this feels great. Now, a last rinse and we can move on. There are still plenty of things to tell you.”
There was more water, soap and rinsing. David grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the rack next to them. He rubbed Armand’s body softly. He dried himself before he unlocked Armand’s wrists, only to bring his arms back behind him; the ‘click’ of the handcuffs was an explicit signal of his ongoing captivity.
Five minutes later, they were dry and out of the tub. Armand caught a glimpse of a small clock on a shelf, which read five twenty. He’d been David’s prisoner for almost three hours.
“I wouldn’t mind leaving you in your birthday suit, but I don’t think you want other people to see you naked. I’ve got an outfit you will like.”
He disappeared briefly from the bathroom, and his hands were full when he came back.
“I said you’re going to be my little pupil, so I picked a proper costume that should make you feel as such.”
There was gray flannel and what looked like silk in the bundle David held. He first brandished a pair of black underwear. These were Speedos, and the fabric was one of the finest polyamides, with reflections that made it look wet even in this dry state. David kneeled and had Armand lift his feet one by one to get his feet through the legs.
The material gliding up his legs rekindled Armand’s lust, which got him some taunting as David quickly adjusted the piece of underwear over his crotch.
“Let’s cover this hard little cock of yours fast! I don’t want it to fly away…”
There was a grunt from Armand, distressed by the prospect of his penis with wings. The issue was solved soon: the pair of black Speedos stretched nicely over his genitals and bottom; Armand could not help but admire his figure as he saw his reflection in the large mirror over the sink.
“The foundation layer should be to your taste. Let’s put the shorts on.”
The pair of shorts was made of gray flannel. The lining, though, was not made of the same coarse fabric. It was some satiny nylon fabric which felt much like silk. As it eventually glided into position over the underlying underwear, Armand could feel the soft caress of the two layers of fabric, which rubbed softly against each other much as the shorts and his swimwear had done in the hours before.
David pulled the zip up, and closed the button. He fastened the thin leather belt at the waist.
“You’re more decent, this is a good first step.”
The rest of the dressing up was performed mildly; David took his time and Armand submitted to his moves and indications. The young abductor nevertheless cuffed his charge’s ankles before he removed his cuffs. He didn’t leave anything to chance. After ten minutes, the addition of a white shirt, a jacket and tie, plus long white socks and a pair of black patent shoes made Armand in a cute little schoolboy.
Chapter 6 – Tea Time
“You’ve been an obedient pupil so far, you’re even dressed the part. One small detail, though, the hair on your legs doesn’t really match the outfit. We’ll take care of this next time.”
The leather cuffs he’d used around his prisoner’s ankles were loosened and fastened above his knees, rather on the tight side. He linked them with three inches of chain padlocked to a ring on each end.
“You can walk, but you can’t kick or run. Am I not the nicest, making sure you can’t do anything silly?”
“Mmmbllm…”
The tone didn’t convey much glee.
“Glad you agree,” David replied, reading Armand’s annoyance on the visible parts of his face, “move on, we’re going downstairs; I think you deserve to grab a bite. Plus I don’t know when I can feed you next.”
Armand opened the way; David was close behind, with his right hand resting over his captive’s shoulder. At the top of the stairs, he made Armand stop.
“Stay put, I don’t want you to fall in the staircase.”
Armand stood immobile, realizing how fast an accident could happen; he didn’t have to wait long. David was back. He cast a glance above his shoulder, seeing the tormentor with his hands full of rope. He winked.
“You never know, this might be useful. You never have enough rope. Move on, I’m right behind so you don’t stupidly break your nose….”
Armand cautiously lifted his feet to avoid an issue; he successfully reached the ground floor without having lost his balance. They soon reached the kitchen.
“Sit down there,” Armand said pointing to one of the five chairs that were around the table; the sixth one missed in an obvious manner, and Armand instantly recognized these were a set of six chairs, one of which was in David’s room, probably still warm from the bound boy’s long stay over it.
Armand looked at his captor, his wide eyes interrogating him.
“Oh, yes, you will be tied to the chair, what did you think? I might be a little lighter than earlier on, at least as far as quantity is concerned. Now just sit down, if you do want to get something to drink and eat.”
David was true to his word. Armand’s buttocks had barely made contact with the seat when the white cotton rope was wrapped around his belly. Then his ankles were wrapped in a tight coil of rope. A chest harness pinned him to it. David was fast and effective. Having his arms pinned to the back, without his arms threaded between slats made it more stressful for Armand; he wished this wouldn’t last too long.
David took out dishes from the fridge, and a glass and a plate from a cupboard. Once everything was laid down for consumption, he pushed Armand’s chair against the table and pulled the next one so he could sit next to his charge.
“I’m going to remove your gag, of course, but the silence rule is on. Not a word. Not a sigh. Not a gasp. And not a burp, of course. I will oversee your diet from now on, because I have total control of your mouth. I will allow only approved items in it.”
The smirk told of what particular body parts he would authorize or forbid to enter Armand’s mouth.
The scarf was untied. It took some time to remove the rounds of tape wrapped around Armand’s head without making a tangled mess of the lengths of sticky stuff; in the end, his lips were left uncovered with the tape rolled over a spool, not an inch lost from the careful removal. Seeing David’s regular arm motions had a soothing and mesmerizing effect on the captive boy. David brought a small plate to Armand’s lips.
“Spit the hankie out.”
The soggy mass of material was set down over the dainty porcelain, with dribbles of saliva following the release of the silk ball. Armand had a cotton napkin in his other hand, which he rubbed gently over Armand’s mouth. He stopped his motion, the thick piece of cotton still used as a buffer intended to absorb any attempt at using his mouth to make noise.
“I keep you clean and dry,. I’m going to feed you, and I expect you to behave and not yell when you open your mouth to take what I give you to eat…”
He dropped the napkin and grabbed a piece of bread. Armand hadn’t been fed by someone in over a decade. He would have complained, yet David hadn’t been joking so far and no doubt he would have him skip a meal in a heartbeat. He opened his mouth as the morsel was brought to his lips.
Armand noticed David had put his leather gloves back when his minder clamped a smooth animal skin-covered hand over his mouth. The smell and the touch were quite engrossing. Armand chewed thoroughly, aware of his captor’s presence. There had been guidelines.
“Keep your lips shut, I don’t want any saliva soiling my fine gloves. Take your time, and make sure you swallow only once your food has been masticated into a liquid paste This will make your digestion easier.”
This was a recommendation Armand would have expected from his grandmother, not from a thirteen-year-old friend. Armand relished the moment nevertheless. David felt his charge’s throat with his free hand to ensure the swallowing was done as instructed, which was all at once. Bits of apple followed the plain bread. The snack ended with a large glass of water to get his food to flow down; David picked the napkin for a wiping of the mouth. He left it against his lips, the padding over the mouth lightly pressed a gentle reminder of the silence rule.
David had planned everything with care. He pulled a drawer open with his free hand, the other remaining clamped over Armand’s mouth; he took three large hankies and scarves out of it.
“I was thinking of a special gag for the next stage. I’ll have to go get some stuff for completing it, but I can’t leave you here like this. Who knows what devious scheme you could pull, like crying out for everybody within hearing range?”
David was rolling one of the scarves in his fist. Armand thought his concern for silence wasn’t deserved. When his captor removed his hand so he could cram the ball of silk inside his gob, he attempted to say so.
“You can go, I won’t say anmmmmph!”
The mass of fabric slid inside and immediately unfolded and stretched, invading his mouth completely. One hand was back over his lips, the other at the back of his head, keeping him strongly. David turned it so he could look at his prey straight in the eyes.
“Breaking the rule wasn’t a smart move, , Arm. This makes me sad, but I’m going to have to do something about it, and have you pay with some penalty later on.”
The smile he displayed didn’t match his claims of sadness, but this little game of cat and mouse aroused Armand deeply.
“For now, let’s just make sure you’re gagged properly so I can go on my scavenger hunt without fearing you do something stupid.”
David folded one of the scarves with one hand. He turned it into a strip of silk.
“I’ll remove my hand, if I see even a tiny bit of this fine wadding I’ve stuck into your mouth appear from between your lips, the punishment will be doubled.”
There had been no explanation of what penalties could be inflicted upon the prisoner; it seemed David was somewhat serious about it and Armand had no real taste for finding out. He clamped his jaws as tight as he could while David knotted one of the scarves in its middle. The tormentor got behind his friend’s chair. The thick shiny knot was offered to Armand’s lips.
“Open up.”
He had barely done so when the knot passed behind his teeth. Armand pulled the ends behind his head, pulling at length to remove any slack from the band trapping the consequent ball already inside his oral cavity. David tied the knot at the nape of his neck with such .
“Mmbllm?”
“It might be a tad tight, but you should have thought about it before you fooled around. And your punishment is still to come, so you’d better not give me any further reasons to make it stricter!”
The last scarf was folded into a four-inch band; David set it so it would cover Armand’s face from his nose to under his chin. He pulled slowly, adjusting and tightening the silk before he eventually knotted the ends just above the knot of the previous scarf. The handling had made the layers of silk stretch over his lower face and adapt to his features, while compressing the impressive mass that filled his mouth already. David had taken his time to make sure the scarf was folded perfectly and that the knot would make it a tight fit locking Armand’s jaws further and tidying the massive multi-layered gag that had been forced upon him.
Armand had experimented with strips of cloth to gag himself. This never made for silencing on a par with tape. The feelings he got from this particular gagging method were these of an inescapable muzzle. David was experienced when it came to gagging, this was for sure.
“Nice, this makes for a fine chipmunk look, my sweet little pet,” David said. He was leaving, and from across the table he faced his prisoner and looked at him intently. David was on the kitchen’s threshold when he froze; Armand was squirming, trying to find a way out of these looser ropes, which he deemed feasible.
Chapter 7 – On the Move
“Oh, darn, Armand, I forgot to make sure you don’t escape, and I’m not even gone out of the room that you try to. Let me fix this, I have no will to let you show a clean pair of heels.”
He was on his prey already. The coils already holding the captive were reinforced, shortened and made tighter. More rope was used, pinning Armand to his chair in a way that was starting to feel uncomfortable, mainly because his arms were trapped between his back and the chair’s.
“Now, I can go in peace. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” David joyfully said as he rushed outside the kitchen.
Armand was left to wonder what was to happen next. He had loved every moment of his being with his kidnapping friend. Nevertheless, he was a little afraid of what was really in store for him. His mind wandered off, visualizing himself being flogged or left in an unpleasant hogtie.
Time flies when you imagine the distress that you may be put into; Armand was turning his back to the clock, so he had no idea how long it took David to fill the large canvas bag he came back with. His mind reeled listening to his captor moving around the house; he tried to imagine what he could be gathering. There were many stops, which Armand tried to visualize. The bathroom…. The bedroom…. The closet in the hall. Wasn’t it the one with the dirty rags in it?
It didn’t take long; David’s steps preceded him..
“I got everything we need, Arm.”
“Hmm?”
His bag seemed quite full as he set it over the table.
“It looks like you followed my instructions and didn’t move an inch. This is good, especially since you’ve earned quite a few penalty points already. You must be impatient to know what’s planned for this evening? What about taking a walk? You’ve kept seated for a long time, so a little exercise could do you good.”
The grunt in response could mean either agreement or disapproval; David didn’t pay much attention to it as he got a few items out of the bag, setting them on the table one by one and making sure the bound boy could see them well.. A pair of leather cuffs. More leather belts. Three coils of rope. A roll of gauze. A roll of duct tape. Three rolls of surgical tape. This was serious equipment; Armand could only fear what devious set-ups his kidnapper’s devious mind could make up and then enact.
Armand’s anxiety was grounded in experience; David didn’t disappoint him once again. He took two final items out; Armand identified them through their smell as much as from their sight when they were picked. He caught a strong whiff from his own Speedos and shorts which he’d coated eagerly with semen.
“This will make for superior wadding inside your mouth. I have to take proper measures concerning your mouth; this is the kind of dessert I hope you’ll learn to enjoy.”
“Mmmmph! Mmmbllmm!”
This grossed Armand out; David understood what he meant, and he laughed.
“Whether you want it or not, you’re going to suck on your underwear. Easy way or hard way?”
He bore a cheerful smile, yet the captive knew his friend was serious. There had been lots of talks of punishment and none really taking place; this could actually be the type of penalties David felt like inflicting upon him. Who knew what more distressing manners to retaliate David could use?
He untied the scarves carefully.
“I’ll grab the current wadding and then you bite on your Speedos. No resistance, no protest, you’d better be obedient.”
David used two hands, one to gather the sodden silk ball and the other to bring the soiled piece of underwear to Armand’s lips. The gusset went in first; the taste was unmistakable. Yet, the prisoner didn’t make a noise as the swimwear was stuck inside to fill his mouth. The thin cleave gag was used again, but surgical tape was then used to seal the mouth and trap the slimy underwear inside.
“You inspired me with your gag selfies. I can’t disappoint you with half-assed ways. Let me see...”
He picked the roll of gauze and covered the mouth and compressed the lower face further before he laid it under the chin and headed to the top of the boy’s head; three turns locked Armand’s jaws shut with each feeling tighter than the previous one. Then he used the duct tape to create two rings around his head, one vertical and one horizontal. It kept the gauze and the surgical tape steady.
The wide silk scarf topped the layers of this new merciless gag.
“I doubt you can keep being cheeky now, lad. This is good; I have no desire to hear you whine while I get you ready for your walk.”
His precise and strong gestures combined with a serious plan in his mind left his prisoner no hope or respite. A principle in his imprisoning seemed to be to never leave all four limbs free at the same time.
The methodical work started with getting him standing with his legs bound summarily. There weren’t kilometres of rope, but they were laid out and knotted well enough to prevent a kick or a run. This was mild and it would be temporary.
David tackled the arms and torso. He untied the wrists to get the forearms against each other.
“Keep your palms tight against the opposite elbow… Yes, just like this…”
David used the roll of duct tape to stick the forearms together from the left to the right. After eight turns Armand’s forearms looked like a silver-coloured tube.
“With your arms bundled this way, your behind is quite accessible, so watch out! There can be spanks if you don’t follow my instructions. Now for your fingers…”
David used three turns above each elbow to fix the fluttering fingers to the limbs. Armand’s arms were parallel to the floor, his hands perfectly useless. Yet David was far from done with restraining his charge’s upper body.
He grabbed rope and wove a harness that started at the back of Armand’s neck and ensnared his arms, and pulled his forearms against his back. The two ends of the long piece of rope eventually went between his legs and up his back before being knotted to the middle of the rope, between his shoulder blades.
“Not exactly shibari,” David said as he took a few steps back to see what the rope work looked like, “but it is symmetrical and I can’t spot any weakness. Try to free your arms?”
The two minutes that followed saw some serious squirming and writhing, twisting at the waist and shaking his booty in the process; when David came to inspect the restraints, they had not yielded a millimetre.
“It looks good, it really makes your butt look perfect. It holds against the efforts of my captive. Nice. Let’s take care of your legs and finish dressing you up so I may take you outside.”
The garden was large and from the videos with Max, David could imagine a few locations David had in mind.
What Armand had identified as belts were actually large dog collars; David wrapped and buckled two of them at the top of his thighs, half an inch under the flannel shorts’ hem. He had the metal rings inside, touching each other David then strapped two cuffs above his prisoner’s knees. He linked the rings with bits of rope; there were two inches at the top and three at the knees.
David untied the rope wrapped around his ankles and had Armand take a few steps; he adjusted the length of the hobbles so Armand’s gait would be unhindered while any violent or sudden use of his legs remained impossible.
“You’re forced to take small steps but it doesn’t make you limp.”
David then fondled Armand’s shorts.
“Not limp at all, are we?”
He chuckled at his own pun.
“Keep it in check so you don’t leak. Let me get you something to wear so you don’t catch a cold as we go outside.”
The weather wasn’t such that this was a real threat; Armand wondered if there was a trick. There was none and David dashed to the entrance hall; he was back almost immediately with his own poncho. It had no sleeves but it was big enough to protect a wearer’s rucksack from the rain. It was made of dark blue nylon, and it was a must to face rain or mist when trekking.
“I realized the poncho my mom bought me last year to go on a hike could be put to good use to hide your bonds, as I don’t want any outsider finding out about you being my cute little bound pupil. I wouldn’t want anyone to try and steal you away from me.”
This testimony of love would have sounded creepy to most, but it filled Armand’s heart with warmth and glee. David grabbed the long coat and slid it over Armand’s head. He adjusted it; it covered Armand from his head to a little below his knees. He fiddled with the hood so it would be pulled forward and would conceal his head most. There was a flap to protect one’s lower face, which he buckled. He looked from various angles, came back and moved it a bit until he was satisfied that the cruel gagging Armand had been given would be undetectable.
Chapter 8 – Off They Go
“Very nice, my little schoolboy! It’s impossible to see your bonds and gags. I just need to get you on a leash and then we may go.”
David stepped in front with a spool of fishing line. He kneeled down and lifted the poncho; he pulled the shorts’ zipper down and lowered the Speedos. He pulled the semi-turgid cock out. Armand looked down and saw his abductor tying a noose at the end of the nylon thread. The loop went around his cock and balls, and David tightened it lightly at the base of his friend’s prick.
“If you want to run away, you might lose your willy in the process!”
David pulled the briefs back up and zipped the shorts, letting the end of the line come out the waistband. He cut the line leaving some three or four feet and threaded its end through a small hole he’d punctured just at the crotch level. He wrapped the end of the line to his index finger and tugged lightly over the nylon thread, which got the indignant reaction he expected from his charge. He admired his attempt at not making a noise, but the gasp the gag muffled was still audible.
“You see what I mean. Glad you didn’t squeal like a pig. You’d have paid dearly. I hope you can remain docile like this as we go out. You’re mine to do what I want, so you’d better follow me without complaining.”
Armand nodded meekly. This was serious indeed.
“Perfect. Let me get dressed to get out.”
Armand stayed put while David went to the hall; he came back with tracksuit trousers on and a small backpack on his shoulder; this wasn’t as sexy as his bare legs, yet it did enhance David’s bum. The nylon-like material stretched over his legs and bottom, which was an ever renewed pleasure for Armand’s eyes.
“Off we go, then. Keep close if you don’t want me to squeeze your balls,” David said, catching the end of the fishing line and wrapping it three times around his index finger again, for good this time.
This looked like a lot of preparation for going out in the garden; Armand was starting to realize that taking care of a captive boy was a lot of work. They crossed the main entrance’s threshold; the neighbourhood was high end, and David’s parents had a large house with a huge garden, as did Armand’s. They went down the alley, and passed the path that led to the garden where they played football. The coppices hiding the garden shed were there; it wasn’t their destination, though.
Armand followed docilely; they went down the alley until they reached the gate. They were going out on the street! It was dusk but it wasn’t dark at this time of the year. This was crazy. Where was David taking him? He grumbled something and tried to slow down; it wasn’t much of a change considering he was not exactly travelling at high speed. David picked up on Armand’s reluctance.
A tug on the ‘leash’ brought the unwilling escort to his senses.
“Mmmph!”
David turned around; his frown was clearly disapproving. He flicked his wrist once more, very lightly but the message was clear and Armand felt a jolt of pain coming up his belly.
“You follow me where I tell you to go, pet. This is your fate now. This counts for another fault. Don’t make another one.”
He turned around and resumed walking, Armand in his steps. He literally had him by the balls; this helped to submit him to his whimsy. They walked on the pavement, David looking straight in front. The hood limited Armand’s field of vision. He could only see his friend’s back; well down to the thighs, so he could focus on the pair of buttocks writhing under the tight stretchy fabric. This gave him the walking pace he was expected to follow. He managed to keep up with his walker.
Focusing on this spot also helped to forget they could meet someone they knew. Where on earth could David take him? The bus shelter? The Boy Scouts’ hut?
Armand thought of his own house only when they entered the garden through the back of the property. There was a footpath, which was a shortcut to go to David’s or to school. It saved at least three minutes compared to the route that went through the main entrance, the one where cars could be driving.
Armand was puzzled by their location; he was also relieved that the walk had gone on smoothly. Where on the estate would David keep him? There were many possibilities outside. Yet, they moved towards the house.
The footpath reached the kitchen. The large house – Armand’s mom liked to say ‘the manor’, which was her sons’ favourite name for it too – was a large building that was well over a century old. It was he first building to be erected on the lot; the first owner had been an industrialist who worked in textile. He had only two children, but in these days, people of the upper class had a plentiful staff. They were all housed under the roof, and they had their own staircase at the back of the house.
This upper floor had been completely remodelled a decade ago when Armand’s parents had moved in; their second son was just born and having them upstairs while their own bedroom was on the ground floor seemed to be a good idea when they’d grow up.
So Armand and his little brother Kevin shared the huge space, which was split in two by a narrow corridor. The brothers also shared their own bathroom, which made them quite independent.
“Follow me, pet,” David whispered to Armand’s ear, “we’re going all the way up the stairs.”
David had the key to the kitchen door; he must have nicked it from his bag, Armand thought. They entered the small hall; David made sure it was closed behind them.
“I’ll let the piece of twine go, but you’ll walk in front. Then I can keep an eye on you and prevent any harm if you’re clumsy enough to lose your balance.”
Armand climbed the stairs, taking small steps as his hobbles barely allowed for lifting his foot to the next step; it took longer than usual, of course, but he eventually overcame the thirty-two steps that got him to the third and upper floor, which featured his ‘quarters’.
“Left door,” David whispered once they stepped inside the corridor at the top of the stairs. Armand entered his own bedroom.
It was tidier than when he’d left this morning. No dirty socks or briefs lying around, and his desk had been cleared. He’d have told David if he could have.
David’s room was large, but Armand’s was huge. It was sparsely furnished or at least it seemed this way because of the size of the room. It still featured, on top of the large bed, a large desk a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, two bookshelves, an armchair and two chairs.
“Here we are, then. Your lair, the place where you spend so much time. Being my pet won’t prevent you from being up here often. I thought it would only be fair to show you how I plan to supervise the time you’ll spend in your bedroom. First, though, let’s make you comfortable.”
David removed the poncho from Armand’s shoulders; he had grown warm under the nylon garment and didn’t mind being uncovered. He caught a whiff of his own sweaty smell; his minder smiled, possibly for the same reason.
David pushed him forward. Armand saw the beam on the left side, beyond the chest of drawers that had hidden it from view.
The room covered the left side of the floor, and so it went from ten feet on the right to a little wall that was barely one foot high. Halfway through, along the whole length, three support beams were part of the frame. They were close to six feet; they’d been part of a partition in the original design and they had been kept in the remodelling. They were polished and the sharp angles had been sanded off; they were comfortable to stand against, Armand had experienced their smooth support many times.
Armand had tried self-tie-up at the beams; he’d managed some convincing results, judging from the pics he’d taken; these were on the discs in the hide-out, which was now dangerously close; he hoped there wouldn’t be a search of his room, so his most secret files wouldn’t be found.
It seemed this architectural feature had caught David’s attention; Armand didn’t see how his keeper could have possibly done it over the course of the afternoon; yet the beam had been equipped with coils of rope. Long pieces had been tied to the wooden post at seven points. A clove-hitch in their middle held them to the fixture, with each end looped into a thick coil that hung on each side of the beam.
Chapter 9 – At Stake
Armand quickly visualized the use that could be made of these ropes; once he would be made to stand against the torture pole, these well-laid cords would wrap around him and pin him to it.
This was David’s plan indeed; he put a hand over his charge’s shoulder and had him spin before standing against the stake.
Legs were first, and his ankles, knees -both above and below- and thighs were imprisoned by six to eight turns of soft white cotton rope, tightened so they would play their restraining role while not exerting any painful pressure.
The hands were next, which required removing the chest harness. It wasn’t completely released; once Armand had his arms kept behind the beam in unbeatable handcuffs, it was woven again to have shoulder straps and coils wrapped around his chest. The first turns went under his armpits, the final ones over his arms. They imprisoned his limbs, torso and legs, uniting them with the pole, making Armand despair on any escape possibility.
There were still three pieces to be looped around him; Armand couldn’t see much of what David was doing, as a lot took place behind his back, but he could feel his body wrapped in more impossible to release wraps, with the added ropes being coiled around the existing ones in intricate lashings and frapping knots to increase the tension and reinforce the set-up, making the standing Armand one with the wood structure.
David had toiled in silence; he stood in front of his captive.
“You’ve behaved, which is good. Now, I need another piece of rope, I didn’t have enough space in my backpack. Let me see… Where could you hide your ropes?”
He looked around briefly and headed straight to the bed. There was a drawer underneath, on wheels as extra storage space; what Armand had identified quickly when he’d moved in this room a few yaeras before was that the drawer was not very deep; there was a huge pace between its end and the wall. This made for a great hiding place.
This was where David was going, without the least hesitation. David leaned forward and pulled the drawer a few inches out!
“Mmmmblllm! Mmmmphmm!”
“What’s the matter, pet? Aren’t you happy I don’t have to remove the gag to get the information from you? I know where your secret stash is, so no need for such disturbance!”
He’d seen all the secret stash? When did he manage to search his bedroom?
David pulled the drawer fully out and rolled it away. He got down on all fours. He made sure he wiggled his butt so his prisoner could enjoy the sight. He reached under the bed and pulled back the canvas bag Armand used to store his bondage gear.
David brought the bag and dropped its content at Armand’s feet. There were ropes, handcuffs, chains, padlocks, rolls of tape or gauze, three rubber swim caps of various colours, a memory stick and three cases which contained the discs with Armand’s most secret stories and pics. David picked a long piece of white cotton cord and pushed the rest of the pile away.
David folded it in two; his opponent had a hunch that David’s skill would make the coils holding him to the post even stronger and tighter. He was right indeed. David used the same technique he did in the video with his friend Max. He started from the ankles and wove the two ends upward, strengthening the whole construct if it was even possible.
The long minutes went by in silence again, David focusing on his knots and lashes.
“Done!” he said as he linked the ends of his rope to the chest harness. “Now let me check something.”
He leaned down to have a better look at Armand’s crotch.
“It looks like there’s some wet patch… Did you leak?”
Armand shook his head no; in earnest he thought he hadn’t; he felt quite hard and wondered if he’d been hard enough to have pre-cum flow. David reached with his finger.
“This is wet indeed. Good news for you, it’s not piss. Bad news for you, this means I have to find better ways to keep your little birdie in check.”
David picked the discs and the memory stick. He brushed away the stash of stuff; he then moved toward the bed. From the corner of his eye, Armand saw him fumble with his rucksack; he couldn’t see what he got in there. David then grabbed the pillow and came in front of the prisoner to throw it at his feet.
David got to his knees and pulled down Armand’s zipper. He pulled the gleaming briefs underneath the shorts down; the smell of pre-cum was strong, and another orgasm was needed to move on to the next stage. It took a little effort and ingenuity to get the inflated pecker out of the confines of the stretched piece of nylon. David’s nimble fingers were moved by the desire to enjoy the sight of the covered wonder. It took four seconds to pull the waistband down and release the kraken.
The engorged manhood sprung out proudly. David tickled the mast with his gloved fingers, caressing the shaft and the nut sack; the freed cock twitched under the caress.
“My, Arm, you’re fit for shooting porn, it seems no orgasm can get you tired of sprouting boners! Let me see what I can do.”
Armand couldn’t see much, looking down at his feet, but he saw David moving down on him as he felt his prick being gobbled up by his friend’s moist and warm mouth. Gripping his still shorted buttocks with his hands, David became the leech that fed on his bound prisoner.
The sucking and pumping lasted for a long time; the stimulation got the desired effect. Armand had closed his eyes. A naughty film played over his closed eyelids, in which David was dressed in kinky leather and was approaching a boy bound to a spanking bench. His friend’s good looks in the outfit were astounding. Soon, he saw only his eyes and his intoxicating smile as he felt he was releasing squirts of hiss semen that the mouth avidly swallowed.
The tide receded; the lips were sliding backwards and his softening penis was left to hang. The flood of starts in his brain was also waning. Armand felt some fumbling around his cock and balls. David’s fingers? What was this hard stuff?
He heard a click; David stood, his actual cheeky smile moving Armand as the imagined one had. He looked down. There was some plastic thing over his cock. A chastity cage! He’d seen them on websites; this one wasn’t big and contained his cock and balls completely.
“With this little thing on, and me holding the key, I’m sure any orgasm you get will be under my supervision. It’ll be authorized by me only, which you’d better get used to soon.”
“Mmmmbllmm? Ghmmhmmph! Mmmblllmm?!”
“”Indeed, and this is especially important when you are in your bedroom. The chastity device is a good way to know you won’t waste your time wanking when you have homework or other assignments to perform.”
The undecipherable wail that followed managed to convey the sense of despair at the prospect of enforced chastity. It didn’t bother the abductor in the least; he took all the time he needed to pull the briefs over the PVC thing he’d equipped Armand with before he adjusted his shorts back on, and buttoned and zipped them so the device was properly covered.
“This will be very beneficial to you, your grades will improve; your relationships with your peers will become more fruitful. At least, your relationship with me is likely to be more fruitful, when I feel it is time to release a little pressure off your balls, once or twice per month.”
“Mmmph?”
This was a more inquisitive reaction. There was no acknowledgement of his interrogation in reply.
“Now I’m sure you won’t bother me, I will have a look at these discs and memory stick; I wonder if there is any stuff on it that I haven’t seen.”
Armand froze and refrained from uttering the indignant grunt he felt like casting. No need to attract David’s attention on his secret files further. Maybe David would have trouble finding the incriminating folders.
From his standpoint, supported tight against the beam, David could see his captor sitting at his desk; he was too far away to make out any text on the screen. He couldn’t figure out which folders David was currently browsing until a picture was actually opened.
It featured one of Armand’s self-pole tie. There had been a few sessions in which he’d experimented, using the digital camera’s remote control. David had opened what was possibly his most successful attempt, which he’d performed a few weeks before. He was dressed in his tracksuit, which highlighted the whiteness of the ropes he’d wrapped himself in. It was shiny navy blue nylon; he’d owned it for a few years and it was becoming a bit too small. For this particular photo-shoot, this was just what he needed. Armand had developed some techniques to tie his legs and chest properly; his arms were not very well restrained so he could get out of the ropes. It still looked good when filmed from the front.
Armand’s concern wasn’t as much about the quality of his photographs but the nature of some of the documents, which recorded Armand’s liking for various fetishes and paraphilia. What would David think?
“It seems there’s some good stuff I hadn’t seen before. I’ll take a look. Let me first see how your webcam works; it’ll make it easy to see whether you follow the guidelines I give you.”
The film stopped before the gag experiments the young videographer had filmed started. Armand had taped one of his sneakers over his nose, and he didn’t want his mate to get any idea out of this, considering David emitted strong bodily smells.
The young home-invader launched the webcam’s software; he picked up the small round cylinder resting above the LCD monitor and directed it towards the boy kept trussed up to the beam. David took a few pictures and then a short video.
“It works great. This will allow proper supervision.”
Armand wondered about being under his friend’s scrutiny all the time, even in his bedroom. He had fantasized about being a prisoner many times, and some of the abductors in these little kinky narratives kept a constant watch over him, which aroused him greatly. Faced with the prospect of being genuinely deprived of masturbating, Armand had doubts over his resistance to the actual ordeal.
He reasoned there would be moments when he’d be able to escape from his sight, in the bathroom for instance. Then he thought that with the cock cage, it wouldn’t help much. Even on his own he wouldn’t get sexual release.
David was fiddling with his phone, apparently messaging someone. He turned toward his captive.
“So far you may guess I have planned my controlling you thoroughly. I think technology really helps, of course. But flesh and blood humans remain a good way to watch over a prisoner.”
Armand wondered about these last words’ relevance. He heard noise outside in the long corridor; who could this be? His little brother was supposed to be spending the afternoon at a friend’s. There were footsteps indicating there were more than one person, and some rattling and clicking sounds, which Armand associated with chains. He turned his head towards the door.
Chapter 10 – Up a Notch or Two
Nobody knocked; the button turned and the door opened. Kevin entered, dressed in the same sports outfit David and he had been wearing for the first part of the afternoon. His baby brother was followed by another boy; rather, he was dragging him behind him. The boy had a collar to which a leash was fixed, with Kevin holding on to its end firmly.
“Hey Kevin,” David greeted, “you were fast.”
“Yeah, I was expecting your message.”
Kevin’s gaze darted over his brother, taking in the extent of the distress his older sibling was in. Trussed up as tightly as could be, and mercilessly gagged, David had performed at the highest level.
“This is quite a fine tie-up you’ve given Armand.”
He had moved towards his brother, with the boy in tow. This newcomer wore an outfit that matched the one Armand was wearing.
There were questions running through Armand’s mind. He had to know what the deal was. What devious scheme were his captors involved in?
“Mmmmph! Mmmblmmph! Grmmmfmmm!”
The other schoolboy was restrained with ropes, which made for an impressive harness. He was gagged well and wore a blindfolding sleep mask, which made his identification difficult; David helped out by lifting the piece of black nylon. Eyelids fluttered, the boy needing to adapt to light. Once there was more than a nose to be seen, Armand recognized the boy his brother dragged in. It was Charles, another one of his school and choir mates.
Kevin was looking closely at the pole tie his brother was in while David inspected Charles’s restraints. Armand grumbled calls for explanations, which were ignored. What the hell was his little brother doing in his room? And why had he bound and subjugated Charles much as David had done him?
“Good job, Kev, Charles must be grateful to your skills; you haven’t left him much of a chance to escape this time.”
“No way can he dodge my discipline. It’s the tenth time in a row I win the escape challenge; or Charles lose it, depending how you see it. Of course, this means Charles has to undergo another one of the punishing tie-ups. He’s been in a ball-tie and two different hogties since last night so far. This has been quite a workout, what with all the wriggling and squirming he’s performed.”
“Yes, you have been a good keeper for our young Charles over the last few months. I can hear Armand is a bit puzzled to see you lads here. Though I’ve already let him know he would be supervised twenty-four-seven so it should be no surprise that I will need some help, extra ears and eyes that ensure any fault he makes is known from me.”
Armand remembered David’s words throughout the afternoon about monitoring him at all times; he’d thought this was some role-play; David was good at making up stories. But the chastity cage and now having Kevin as an assistant in enforcing his discipline… This was too much!
“Grmmmph! Mmmmbllmmmfgmm!”
“Keep it down, pet; I get it you’re actually glad to learn your little brother is in the know, but no need to thank me so loudly. Kevin is actually quite good at disciplining naughty boys, so he’ll be a trusted assistant to me. Go ahead, Kev, tell your bro what is on the schedule for this weekend, and for the weeks to come. I’ll handle Charles.”
David picked the pillow he’d kneeled on to blow Armand and threw it at Charles feet. He had him kneel while he got his ropes ready to get him into an inescapable kneeling hogtie. Kevin had picked a handful of papers from the desk. The mystery of who had tidied his room and laid ropes around the beam was cleared.
Kevin had apparently even brought stuff he would use in what promised to be a long initiation. Armand was trying to recover from the surprise and dismay of having his baby brother involved in this particularly strict tie-up game; being introduced to his little brother while bound and gagged was shocking enough, learning the innocent Kevin was a dreadful disciplinarian got his mind reeling. His little brother approached him, rubbing his gloved hands in a satisfied manner, relishing the sight of his helpless elder.
“Now, Armand, it seems you’ve gotten yourself into quite a pickle again. Having you so nicely trussed up and so effectively gagged will allow me to explain a few things on what is expected from you from now on. You see, we’ve discussed your handling with David for a little while. We’ve put a few things down on paper. First of all, here is the agreement you will have to sign before the end of the weekend. It sets the rules and duties for you. One. I, Armand, agree to be supervised by other boys, which means I will do chores they give me or follow their guidelines concerning how I spend my time. Two. They may groom me and restrain me in any way they like when I am under their supervision. This includes gags and any implement used to do so. Three. They may touch me everywhere in the course of washing and when generally handling me while restrained; this includes corporal punishment which will be lavished when I don’t comply well enough.”
Kevin stopped, lifting his eyes from the paper and darting a mischievous wink at his older brother.
“This is it, it’s quite simple, but it covers quite a few situations, as we may see later on. I’ve been waiting for an occasion to truss you up myself for a few weeks now, and seeing you at last all bound and vulnerable, with one of your silencing gags on top, while knowing I will be able to help you out in binding you further in the future.”
Armand’s adrenaline levels were rising; these three simple rules were so broad, he had no doubt either David or worse, Kevin, could use them to get him into total servitude all the time. He tried to warn them of his disagreement trying to let Kevin know he’d better ‘let me go right away, you little freak!’
“Grmmmgmmmrffmmm, grmrfmmmph!”
He shook his head vehemently to convey his opposition to the treatment; alas, this did trigger another reaction that was in line with what had happened to him so far. Though this was a possibility, he was hoping he would eventually manage to get through. Kevin didn’t hear it that way.
“He’s a bit agitated David. Maybe pinning his head to the beam would help him calm down?”
David was almost done tying the rings of cord which kept Charles’s calves against his thighs. The boy seemed able to keep his balance, as if he were simply sitting on his heels for a prayer. David paused for a moment, looking at Kevin and casting a glance at Armand.
“Indeed you should. He’s under the silence rule anyway. There’s all you need in the bag.”
Armand could no longer be sure of the situation, but he thought that there had been no mention of the rule since they’d come inside the bedroom. He must have broken it repeatedly with grunts, moans and gagged pleas.
Kevin fumbled inside the large duffel bag with Armand’s gear. He took out two rolls of strapping wrap, the reusable rubbery type that sticks to itself, and three silk scarves which he folded to get a small, thick pad.
He wrapped two turns of the fiendish coban wrap, which locked Armand’s jaws and crushed his lips further. Leaving the remainder of the roll over his lips, Kevin laid the fabric pad between Armand’s head and the beam before he did two more turns that went behind the beam this time. Two more wrappings were performed, over Armand’s forehead this time. The little boy used one ahnd to hold the roll, the other to guide the rubbery fabric over Armand’s head. Kevin wasn’t exactly soft, and his big brother’s head was soon as securely restrained as the rest of his body.
“There, Armand. This will help you to better understand that you’re not to speak.”
Chapter 11 – Fraternity Hazing
“Mmmph! Mmmbllmm!”
The pleas sounded really pitiful. Yet they didn’t get any positive feedback from their target.
“Silence rule?” Kevin asked, his face even closer to Armand’s, his index threateningly pointing upwards.
Armand stopped. What was it with this silence rule? Wasn’t he gagged and prevented from making any annoying comments anyway?
“It seems our new recruit is not really good at following guidelines, Dave. Did he break the silence rule with you too?”
“I’d lie if I said he didn’t. He actually broke it seven times.”
Armand was tempted to beg through his gag for more information and details. He hadn’t been told seven times about this damn rule, so it was fair to think David kept his own count; this made Armand stand still.
Kevin was flicking though his papers.
“That’s fourteen hundred penalty points. Any other issue this afternoon that adds to the tally?”
David put the finishing touch to Charles’s bondage by tightening the chest harness so his elbows would touch; he sprang to his feet and joined the brothers. Armand had the faces of both his captors in his field of vision. The handsome features were brightened by grins that came with the explanations.
“No escape attempt or rebelliousness. I did have to tug on his willy when we got outside my house, but I will not even count this against him,” David stated, magnanimously, “Overall, I had made sure to have equipment that made it totally vain to even try, but he’s rather behaved.”
“Any hygiene issue, then? It would be great if he’d managed on this front, and if the number of penalty points didn’t go up, as fourteen hundred is already quite a lot…”
David never felt better than when he could act; had there been a camera to record his performance, it would have made for a lesson in acting. He seemed genuinely distressed by what he had to say.
“I wish I could bring you good news, Kev, but Armand soiled his underwear twice this afternoon. He’s offered to remedy it by prewashing it, and he’s actually doing this as we speak, as I crammed his cum-covered undies inside his mouth before fully gagging him.”
“Twice? This makes for one thousand points! Darn, this will make for a lot of punishment. Should I subtract a few points because of his sucking-on-his-dirty-undies penance?”
“Sure, how many is it worth on the chart?”
“Fifty points. So it’s only nine hundred and fifty points, then.”
Armand wondered what this penalty and reward chart Kevin was gawking at was like. But there seemed he would find out soon, both his tormentors revelling in causing him discomfort by laying out possible treatments and reading the helpless pleas he tried to send with his eyes, which were the only remaining way to do so considering the restraints fully immobilizing him. Armand tried not to have the sadistic little pair add to this tally, which promised such harsh punishments down the line; he refrained from emitting the least sound.
“Yes, Arm, good behaviour is rewarded. David suggested I help out with this first punishment of yours, so it would set some standards and you understand what is expected from you. By the way, it’s better to avoid getting penalty points, since the reward points usually don’t amount to a lot.”
“Excellent point, Kev. Now, tell your brother about how we intend to enforce discipline and punish unacceptable behaviours.”
“Yes, indeed. Ten points can be redeemed by a chore, one hour tied up tight or ten whacks over the buttocks.”
Armand managed to suppress an outburst of vocal indignation. His eyes opening yet wider did carry his message, though.
“Oh, yes, pet, this may sound harsh, but if we don’t challenge you enough, how can you learn and improve?”
David then turned to Kevin; seeing his tormentors smiling at each other was not comforting for Armand.
“I think we could have Armand stay one hour at his pole; this qualifies for a strict tie-up. We can use this time to introduce Charles to your big brother.”
The two accomplices got out of Armand’s face; they took two steps behind and kneeled next to Charles who was holding quite straight, his butt resting on his heels. With his two captors out of the way, Armand could see him almost entirely. It required some effort, since he couldn’t move his head. He saw him almost to his knees.
So here was one of his fellow-singers and schoolmate, dressed and restrained in a way that was similar to his. What long past of tie-up games did he have? For that matter, would he get to hear about David’s own tie-up activities? He’d disclosed the games with Max, but who else did he play with? Armand was all ears to find out more, as it was the only thing he could actually do.
“So, Kev, you could start telling Armand how you got acquainted with Charles?”
His little brother had a wide grin plastered over his face, relishing the role he had in this game. He had a hand protectively laid over Charles’s shoulder; it could also be read as a sign of asserting dominance over the trussed up boy.
“It’s been a while now. It’s been three months last week, actually. But you can help me with the details if I forget, David. You introduced me to Charles.”
“I did. I wanted to see how you would react to spending an afternoon with Charles.”
David paused and looked at the younger boy, indicating he could go on.
“I was invited one Saturday afternoon at Max’s. He’d asked for some help with his homework.”
This was plausible; Kevin had good grades. He was also quite sociable, so his helping out friends wasn’t uncommon.
“We had the house to ourselves until his parents would be back in the evening. Max told me straight away he didn’t really need help for maths. He had a secret to tell me. He had me swear to keep what I would see secret, whatever I thought of it. We went up to his room, and this is where Charles was. With you, Dave. I had never seen someone so much wrapped in ropes. Max told me they were playing prisoner. You see, Charles is the captive and he needs to try and escape.”
Armand saw David patting the other captive boy’s head at the mention of his docility. The boy looked like he was cooing despite the severe position that had been forced on him. His little brother went on merrily.
“If he fails, then he has to pay a forfeit. This time, Charles hadn’t escaped from the chair, so it meant he had to clean up Max’s room. So Dave and Max untied him, but they held him strongly. They had chains and padlocks that they put on him, and so he could move a little. And David offered me to watch over Charles as he tidied the bedroom. We even had him clean up the bathroom. And he stays gagged the whole time, so he couldn’t talk back and it was easier to have him obey. There have been many afternoons of babysitting Charles since. Now I know how to handle a prisoner, so you see, Arm, you’re in good hands!”
There was chuckling from the boys and a grunt from Charles as David twisted his left nipple through his shirt.
Chapter 12 – Showing Off
“Should I tell more about Charles? Or is it time for Armand’s spanking?”
“We’re quite a long way from a full hour. If you don’t feel like telling more about what you’ve done with Charles, maybe you can show Armand what you’re capable of…”
“Brill idea! I’ll get Slavy into a ball-tie; this is a strict one, so it will send Armand a message. It might help if you give me a hand.”
Kevin’s accomplice wholeheartedly accepted; over the next thirty minutes, Armand witnessed the expertise his younger brother had when it came to tying knots and using ropes to restrain someone. Kevin led the whole manoeuvre, though Armand wondered how he could have managed without David. The obvious answer was Charles’s submissiveness.
The two abductors started by freeing his legs, at least untying the ropes that kept them folded and had him stand. There were still coils wrapped at the top of his thighs, above and below the knees and at the ankles. Kevin added some turns at the waist; he then spent some time fiddling with the rope harness. David pointed twice to mistakes, which weren’t commented upon, preventing Armand from understanding what his brother was doing.
It became clearer once Kevin was done with the torso. There were coils wrapped around Charles’s torso, imprisoning his arms with his hands bound behind him. All these turns of rope were knotted leaving some loose ends dropping around the prisoner.
Kevin had Charles sit on the carpet, with David staying behind to help their charge do so without falling and bumping any sensitive part of his anatomy.
“Hold him upright, Dave. You might hold him under the armpits.”
David had no issue receiving instructions from a younger kid, Armand thought. A high level of cooperation didn’t bode well for the abducted boy. He kept his eyes on the villains handling their victim.
Kneeling behind Charles the feral blond made his body into a back rest for the bound boy. Armand understood how the ropes had been arranged. The loose ends sticking out from the circles imprisoning Charles were to be wrapped and tied up further. Armand was surprised no one made a stupid pun as they tackled this final stage of the punishing binding..
The rope around Charles’s chest and passing under his armpits were grabbed by the younger boy. He pushed the feet forward, raising his knees and he passed the rope around his thighs. He tightened it slowly; David helped by grabbing the knees and pulling them to his chest. They did one more turn and tightened it before Kevin tied a square knot.
“I should be able to manage the rest, Dave. If you could get both kitchen chairs that are in the living-room…”
Armand’s friend smiled at the suggestion; he quickly got to his feet and dashed outside the room.
Kevin first removed his lying captive’s shoes and socks; there were faint grunts of protest from Charles as having his footwear nicked. Armand saw his brother sniffing the socks he’d removed from a distance, which brought a frown over his face.
“Phew! I just remembered that you didn’t change socks for three days, Charlie. Hey, Arm, want to get a whiff?”
Armand had no interest in smelling cheesy socks, yet the question was rhetorical. Kevin tied the toes of the long white socks together and added it as a final layer over Armand’s imprisoned head. The boy came over and displayed a sense of etiquette in his gesture, as if trapping stinky socks under Armand’s nostrils was the greatest honour the prisoner could be granted. The smell was strong, but he couldn’t avoid it.
“Mmmmrbllm?!”
“Did I say the silence rule is off?”
This was enough to have Armand quit moaning; there was uncertainty on what his breaches in rules could bring. Nevertheless, he could expect his jailers to retaliate in some very nasty ways.
Kevin got back to Charles and the rope work he’d undertaken. All of the ‘loose ends’ were tightened this time; most were used to link his folded legs against his torso, like the ones around his ankles which were linked to the belt that went around his waist. The ends of one of the ropes around his knees were threaded down to reinforce the various coils and pull his heels further towards his bum.
“Darn, Kevin, this looks good.” David brought the chairs a short distance from the lion tamer handling a fierce animal.
“Thanks. His thighs are glued to his chest and belly, and his calves to the back of these thighs. Give me a hand to take care of his,” he said, pointing to Charles’s wrists pinned under him as he lay over his back.
They pushed him on the side and untied his arms before they could restrain them in a more sustainable position, taking them in front of the ball-tied body. His elbows were fixed to their matching thighs and his hands were bound to each of his ankles.
Kevin stood and grabbed the chairs, which he set on each side of the boy whom they’d gotten over his back again. From Armand’s point of view, the round buttocks and the fleshy body carved by the rope tension made for a great show. He saw there were still small ends to the ropes; they were used to bind the boy to the chairs’ legs. Once this was completed, Kevin showed the chairs.
“After so much effort, we could get a little rest.”
They sat on a chair each, their looks going from the boy ball-tied between them to the one bound to the beam a few feet in front of them. Their weights pinned the chairs to the floor; Charles’s writhing no longer allowed the little motion they had so far, sliding over the wooden floorboard.
Both sitters had an arm that could easily reach Charles, and they undertook to make contact with him, slowly and softly to start with.
“Our guests can’t do much but they can still listen. I should tell Armand about Charles’s beginnings, three years ago. After all, he’s the one who got serious stuff started in the neighbourhood.”
“Go ahead, Dave! I’ve heard bits and pieces, but I don’t mind being told once again. There are so many cool stories about Charles…”
Armand’s little brother sure had a taste for subjugating the teenager, if his grin revealing his canine teeth was to be believed. Armand saw the positive response from David, who was keen on telling about tie-up activities. He saw their looks and understood that Charles would have to endure some torture from their fingers on top of having his bondage secrets revealed while he was severely restrained and gagged; he couldn’t counter any lie or embellishment David could make. He was also entirely vulnerable to the soft touch of ten digits.
These were times when Charles braced for the ordeal.
“Much as you, Armand, our little Charles started enjoying tie-up from a very early age. He had older cousins who helped him out with this when he was eight. The lad did get some training from his teen relatives, Charles told a lot of great stories of these times. But what really started our little club took place a little over two years ago, when he was twelve.”
Armand wondered about all the circumvolutions; and still, no way to enquire about his explanations.
Chapter 13 – Encounter in the Woods
“Charles had found out ways to start the game with his cousins. He sent them a short story telling of some kidnapping. This time he had made up some tale about smugglers who were disturbed by a kid detective. Charles was spending the week at his cousins’. They were fourteen and seventeen, so they were considered old enough to babysit their younger cousin. This game offered the benefit of getting the brat out of their hair too.”
This made sense, though Armand felt like keeping him bound and gagged hadn’t really given David much free time.
“So he spent the first two days trussed up on a chair; it was raining outside, so outdoors tie-up wasn’t too good an idea. His cousins were kind enough to have the TV on so he wouldn’t become bored. They were good at restraints too, and Charles was challenged to escape their ropes. They were too good for him though, and even if he tried hard, he didn’t get any leeway from their grip.”
There was some reaction from Charles; Armand couldn’t tell if it was caused by the story or the boys’ fingers, which were now softly caressing the exposed soles. Kevin’s and David’s digits looked innocent from a distance, but they were actually delivering expert tickling. Charles’s total immobility and his inability to express his disagreement left him powerless in the hands of his captors. David went on with his tale completely ignoring his charge’s reactions.
“There were some nice indoors games they played, like escape challenges or timed moving from one end of the room to the other. The important episode took place on the third day, though.”
Dave went on with his story-telling and his prodding of the bound form lying between Kevin and himself.
“It was sunny on that third day, so they decided to go outside. Charles’s cousins lived in the countryside and the back of their garden opened on woods. They loved going to play there. To entertain Charles they pretended the smugglers had decided to hide him from possible rescuers by binding him to a tree in the back of the woods.”
The tickling calmed down, allowing Charles to remember that day. Paul and John, his cousins, had walked him from the house with his arms bound behind his back and hobbles at the legs. They made fun of his gagged attempts at begging for mercy. Upon arrival in the clearing that was to host him for the day, Charles was made to stand against the tree; they had used all the ropes to do so, and they had added a scarf over the three layers already gagging him.
David told the story while adding interesting details; the story was second-hand, yet the storyteller didn’t mind and told it as if he’d been there. The core of the narrative was left unchanged, though. John and Paul left him bound to his tree, coming to visit every now and then. It felt like he was really lost, deep in the woods, so far away from anyone able to rescue him.
He heard steps as it was close to noon. Instead of Paul or John, though it was a boy closer to his age who showed up in the clearing, right in front of Charles. It was Tom, or Thomas as he asked to be called these days. He was a schoolmate of Charles’s and a fellow-singer from the choir.
The state he was in implied a small number of possible reactions for Charles. Non-verbal language was almost impossible and he couldn’t speak an intelligible word.
“Mmmph? Gmmmpblmmm? Mmmm!”
Thomas didn’t say a word but came closer to Charles and started inspecting the rope work, with a little smile over his face. He tightened a knot here and there, getting muted grumbles in response. After two minutes of checking Charles was trussed up properly to his tree, Thomas stood in front of the prisoner.
“I had no clue you were into tie-up games, Charles. Glad to know about it. Have fun, my friend, and don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
Thomas left and ten minutes later John popped up in the clearing. Charles was certain his cousins were in cahoots with Thomas and it was part of the game. Nevertheless, he tried to inform his relative of the surprise visit his friend had just made. It was to no avail. John told him to quiet down; he would have him drink something the next time he’d be around. Once he’d seen everything was fine with the prisoner, he left.
He had barely been gone thirty seconds when Thomas popped out from behind a tree.
“Your cousin is a jerk, Charles. I could untie you to play a prank, but I respect other people’s job too much to mess it up completely.”
These cryptic words quickly became clearer; Charles felt Thomas carefully remove the ropes keeping him pinned to the tree, while keeping his limbs bound. He seemed quite skilled, in Charles’s memories.
Charles was pulled out of his daydream by a bout of tickling. His soles turned upwards were an easy target for his tormentors. He grunted in the gag, to no avail. Charles focused on the story to try and forget what was going on. His young master was a decent storyteller. Kevin’s narrative didn’t linger too much on details, but it was faithful to the one Charles had shared in writing with the gang.
“Thomas released Charles from the tree, but then he was still well bound in ropes. Thomas added a rope around his neck, so he could tug on the leash and have Charles follow him as a puppy dog. Our Charles was docile enough, so he didn’t give Thomas too much grief. He’s this well trained!”
Another attack of the digits got the supposedly obedient pup to wriggle and groan.
“Thomas took him through the woods; they arrived at their destination ten minutes later. I’m sure you won’t believe me, Arm, and well, it’s difficult for Charles to let you know I’m not fibbing, but I’m not. You see, Thomas took him to his great uncle’s place!”
The idea of perverted relatives preying on boys wasn’t one Armand was too keen on, at least in real life. Fictional characters could endure this, real life boys much less.
“His name is Edmund, and Thomas didn’t fear showing him Charles, all trussed up and gagged. He was even proud of this.”
“Yes, Kevin, this must impress Armand. Great uncle Edmund was quite a character, and he played an important role in our little group’s story. We can tell it later on, for now I think Armand is getting jealous from all the touching we do to Charles.”
“It’d be a shame that he thought we don’t care about him,” Kevin grinned, standing up and heading towards his brother.
It was going to be a long evening for the captives.
Chapter 14 – Into the Groove
Armand had first been kidnapped by David almost one week ago; yet the teenage boy felt like he’d been under his friend’s and his brother’s control forever. For now, he stood in the position he’d been in when he’d been introduced to Charles one week previous: he was bound to a pole. There had been a short discussion between David and Kevin as school was out on that Friday evening; this daily meeting assessing Armand’s behaviour had become a habit, even if it was only the third time it took place.
“His maths mark was not as good as he’d planned. Plus he spoke to Steve, which we had forbidden yesterday.”
Armand’s communications were all controlled strictly. A protocol to engage with his schoolmates had been defined. He wasn’t supposed to initiate a conversation, yet he couldn’t ignore other boys. He’d seen David frowning when he’d greeted Steve upon arrival this morning.
As a result, it had been decided he would spend the time before dinner trussed up to one of the support beams in his attic bedroom. Armand had walked back home, ten feet ahead of Kevin who made sure he walked straight. Armand had to keep upright, eyes forward; he could feel his little brother’s gaze weighing on him.
Once home, Armand was granted fifteen minutes for a snack and a trip to the bathroom where he was to don his schoolboy uniform after attending to his hygiene needs and duties. Kevin was waiting for him in the living room.
“Position two!”
Armand complied and got his hands crossed behind his neck, standing straight with his feet one foot apart. This was Kevin’s preferred position when he wanted to inspect Armand from up close. Kevin made sure he’d cleaned up under his armpits and that his dick and arse were clean too, which required lowering the older boy’s shorts and underwear, the cleanliness of which were also the object of the barely pubescent boy’s attention.
The chastity cage was an object of fascination for Kevin. He found it great that his big brother would wear such a sign of imprisonment under his clothes. David had explained Armand how to keep it clean, so Kevin kneeled in front of the boy standing at attention and got his face an inch away from his sibling’s trapped cock. It looked clean and it smelled of soap.
“Glad to see you didn’t skip a stage in your preparation. This means I won’t have to give you penalties. I have homework to do, so I can’t really spend too much time on taking care of you.”
Being bossed around by his kid brother had become the norm for the last week. Kevin had David to rat his little trainee out to, and the little blighter had no scruples doing so. The three hours in a super strict hogtie Armand had spent on Monday evening had resulted from Kevin texting Armand’s friend when a drop of pee had been spotted in Armand’s dark nylon briefs.
Kevin pulled the underwear and shorts back up, adjusting it so it fit just right.
“Hands behind your back.”
The cold grip of steel surrounded Armand’s wrists and he heard two clicks; he was now cuffed.
“Open your mouth.”
This was common now coming from his little brother, who seemed to derive a peculiar enjoyment from depriving his older brother of speech. Armand had to comply so he opened his mouth. Kevin’s little hand appeared in Armand’s field of vision, holding some rolled-up fabric. The initial colour had to be yellow, but there were patches that were darker.
Armand caught a whiff of the ball Kevin was offering his mouth when it was about to slide through his lips. The strong and pungent smell of sweaty boys’ feet was unmistakable. It was acrid and foul. The taste matched the aroma. This couldn’t be, and Armand tried to fight the mouth-filling ball with his tongue.
Kevin already had his small hand clamped over the captive’s mouth, fiddling with the sock underneath to get it back fully inside Armand’s gob.
“Don’t be difficult, Armand. This might be a bit gross, as this is one of Pendergast’s socks I borrowed from the changing rooms…”
Guy Pendergast! Armand remembered the boy had been made fun of for having smelly feet when they changed. He was cute nevertheless, and Armand had paid more attention to how their classmate looked in their regulatory physical education kit. The school’s outfitters had designs no brand that would have been in fashion forty years before, showing lot of legs and hugging his fellow-students’ bums in the loveliest ways. Armand was left to wonder how good looks could go along with such an horrid stench; Kevin was already using a knotted bandana to prevent any spitting out of the wadding.
“My, Arm, I won’t count this as a penalty but you’d better get a grip on yourself if you want me to remain so lenient.”
Armand stood still, waiting for more bondage or further instructions.
“I like a tidy gag,” Kevin said, folding a silk square to make a two-inch wide strip. He laid it over Armand’s lower neck and removed any slack from the knot he tightened over his brother’s neck. The younger boy had a knack for making it cling over his captive’s face.
“Move on, prisoner, we’re heading to your cell.”
Armand obeyed, still assessing the gag’s quality. This wouldn’t have been a good silencing mean in itself, but as an extra layer it certainly worked well. It looked good too, from the reflection Armand got of himself in the entrance hall’s mirror. The device holding his penis in check was tested; the masochistic boy tended to be aroused by the sight of his gagged face; the reflections the shiny silk provided were particularly appealing.
The journey inside the house was short and no specific issue arose. Once in Armand’s ‘cell’, which his bedroom had become, Kevin wrapped leather cuffs above Armand’s knees.
“Let’s get you to tidy the room and get the post ready for your little stay.”
The little boy finished his job by getting Armand’s wrists cuffed in front. The teenager scanned his bedroom. There was no dirty laundry, yet he hadn’t had time to make his bed in the morning. He quickly sorted this out. Once finished, he looked at his young tormentor, who pointed to the middle beam, the one David had roped him to that first time.
Armand knew exactly what was expected from him; there was a sports bag with white ropes at the foot of the post; Armand took the coils of white cord, folded them in two and fixed six long coils to the beam with a clove hitch. He paid specific attention to rolling the long ends so there would be no mess. This was something his captors insisted much on; he was to take an active part into his own bindings.
“We want you to assist us into watching over you. Of course, don’t even think of using this as an opportunity to get looser bonds, it would be very strictly retaliated against.”
Hence Armand decorated the beam with six coils which would allow for a strong trussing up. He was getting used to this. His brother kept a close watch. Armand made the knots regular and tight and turned to his young ward for approval.
Chapter 15 – Memories…
“This seems fine. We’ll see if you did your job properly. Stand against the post.”
Armand took his spot and his little brother started his weaving job. Once he’d wrapped his victim into numerous coils of rope, pinning him to the beam well, he took care of his hands, which he handcuffed behind the beam. He used more ropes to make the initial rings surrounding his brother into a tense and tight maze making him one with the post.
“Done! Get out of this, if you can…”
Armand was kept in the tight embrace of a large group of boa constrictors.
“You’d better focus on the reasons of your punishment and on ways to improve your behaviour so it doesn’t happen again…”
Kevin gave this last piece of advice before he left the room, locking the door behind him.
Armand had all time needed to review the whole week; each day had been eventful and something had happened which justified being kept bound and gagged at the hands of his little brother and his sexy abductor for various durations. David had thankfully used the magic key locking the chastity device twice since he’d been fitted with it.
He’d received tie-up sentences for speaking out of turn, getting bad grades, being late after class when he was expected to meet with Kevin and David. He could only be grateful for David apparently liking to wank him; yet the chastity part of his penalty was certainly the toughest to bear. Waiting for his captor while trussed up to the post took its toll, but being unable to grow hard with all the thoughts he had about his adventures was a few notches more demanding.
Armand had realized over the week ho much he’d become used to masturbation; he hoped his behaviour would be deemed proper and that David had plans to grant him some release. It had now been a while since Kevin had left him in the company of the pole who was such a close friend. What was in store for him next?
Armand recalled the episode from the previous week; Kevin had insisted for Armand being untied from the beam. They stopped telling about Charles and Thomas’s relative, Edmund; Armand didn’t mind getting a break but he was frustrated not to be told what happened to Charles at the hands of Thomas. He wasn’t left to daydream for long, his supervisors having plans for him they wanted to enact.
“Maybe we should save some of Charles’s adventures for later on, Dave. For now, we could have Arm pay up a few penalty points by warming up his behind.”
“This is certainly on the agenda, Kev. It’s tough to manage this with Armand’s back against the beam.”
“Right. But I think I know how we can move him so his bum is accessible.”
Kevin had led the manoeuvre to his brother’s dismay. David found the tyke an acceptable fellow abductor and followed his guidelines and instructions. Thinking about the week he’d been under the boys’ control, Armand had been most puzzled by his younger brother’s taste for dominating him.
Kevin was his brother, so he didn’t feel any attraction towards him, yet he was somewhat grateful to be kept in chastity as the treatments he underwent when on the upper floor of their house aroused him nonetheless. This was nowhere as hot as being under David’s paws, yet there was something exciting knowing his kid brother was David’s accomplice in subjugating him.
Once he been freed from the ropes keeping him pinned to the beam the week before, Kevin had given his older brother a first-hand experience of what his tying-up skills were. With just his ankles roped and his hands bound behind his back, Armand was made to stand facing the beam he’d just been untied from.
“Bend over!”
Kevin’s order came with a hand pressing between the lanky teen’s shoulder blades. He folded at the waist, his head brushing against the pole as he complied with his brother’s demand. David helped out by catching his hands and pulling them up towards the beam. His wrists were encircled with rope again and soon united to the post, with Armand folded in two. A ballet of hands coiling and knotting ropes ensued. They pushed Armand’s legs closer to the beam. The two pairs of hands prodded, pulled and adjusted so the folded boy was as tight to the beam as possible. The knotting of various pieces of short rope got him to be kept strictly; Armand was thankful for the four turns around his waist which provided a belt that allowed him to relax a bit. No motion was possible, though.
The candidate to spanking ended up folded in two, his spine and forearms pressed against the beam, ropes fixing him to the wooden post at wrists, elbows and ankles. His legs had been bound in more white cord above and below the knees.
“I’ll fetch the camera, Dave, this looks great. What do you think, Charles?”
This was a rhetorical question, considering Charles couldn’t see much as he was still over his back between the chairs; and he was till muzzled, which made any polite reply impossible. Kevin seemed to be fond of his submissive friend.
Armand didn’t find the position comfortable at all. He felt how exposed his behind was. Kevin was apparently inspired by the sight of the round shorted bottom.
“Let’s help Armand out and go for thirty points; it’s a bit more than our usual fare, but I feel generous and this will allow us to cross out thirty points!”
“This is nice of you, Kev. Here is Armand’s slipper, don’t hurt your hand.”
Armand had never been spanked; he had horsed around with friends, of course, but he’d never undergone actual corporal punishment; his parents for once didn’t believe in using it to raise their sons.
‘Whack’
The first blow landed in the middle, making contact with both cheeks; Armand could feel it, yet he didn’t find it painful. Kevin had some training; the following whacks came from different angles and aimed at a buttock at a time and caused a stinging sensation. When blow number five landed on Armand’s right buttock, it was sharp enough to cause him to protest into his gag.
David had kneeled next to his charge. Armand could turn his head enough to look at his captor.
“Isn’t it nice to have a loving brother who will get out of his way to have his elder behave?”
Armand’s eyes were watery from the pain Kevin was inflicting upon him; he gritted his teeth in order not to cry in front of David. He would take it like a man.
The passionately delivered spanking came to an end. Armand wondered how much longer he’d have held on; he was grateful for the punishment to end.
There had been no other spanking during the week; Kevin didn’t hesitate ‘motivating’ his older brother with a slap on the buttocks or thighs in the course of their daily activities, but no ritualized butt whipping had happened.
The bound boy was reminiscing the week, wondering whether something had happened which would justify some more attacks on his derriere. His fate had been discussed for the evening, but his minders never gave him much information on their plans, which was meant to ‘keep him on his toes’.
It seemed Kevin had left him trussed up to his pole a long time ago; had he been forgotten? Armand mewled into his gag, in case his baby brother would hear him and feel merciful. No one came for what seemed like centuries; Armand twisted around and reached for the knots imprisoning him, but the little blighter was shrewd and he’d made sure he couldn’t get to any of the knots with his fingers.
Chapter 16 - … And Surprises
The captive boy eventually heard the key turn inside the lock. He turned to the door that opened, revealing David on the threshold. His dominant friend entered Armand’s bedroom and headed towards the bound teen.
“You’re still unable to escape Kevin’s rope work, Arm. Your brother is really skilled.”
David was really close, and he looked at the knots and the ropes wrapping his prisoner close to the beam.
“Fine job, indeed,” David said looking at the chest harness. He frowned faintly, his eyes plunged into his hostage’s. “From the scent, I’d say you’re chewing on old Pendergast’s socks. Very distinct smell, or stench, for that matter.”
Armand wasn’t surprised the stinky sock could be smelled despite being stuffed inside his mouth.
“I’ve come up to let you know that we’ve scheduled your weekend so you can keep on learning at boys’ hands.”
“Mmmmbllm? Mmmmrgmmlph!?”
“Of course you agree! There was no doubt in my mind you would. I’ve got good news for you, pet, we’ve managed to clear off your timetable for the coming forty-eight hours. As far as your parents know, you’re going on a choir retreat, which started just after school. It’s amazing how easily you can fool grown-ups with a computer and a printer. The form they got is exactly the same as those they usually send.”
The odds his parents would become aware of such a ruse were small.
“We have plans for fun and games, don’t you worry. Let me see…”
David dug his hand inside his tracksuit pants’ pocket, pulling out some hankie and a roll of tape. David unfolded the garment two feet in front of his prisoner ensuring he would see what it was. It turned out not to be a handkerchief. It was some underwear. Armand’s expertise in Lycra and polyamide allowed him to assess this was no swimwear but briefs in a light, extensible and shiny fabric. Despite the taste filling his mouth, Armand’s fine nose detected that this had been worn by a boy. Did it belong to David?
“Since Pendergast’s socks make you happy, I thought that his undies could do for a nice addition. I’ve got to leave you on your own for an hour or so. I want to keep you entertained.”
David brought the undies under Armand’s nose, laying it over his lower face so the gusset would be just under the prisoner’s nostrils. This smelled of dick very strongly; not piss, cum and the smell of a nubile penis macerating in its fabric shroud for hours, possibly days.
David started unwrapping a large piece from the two-inch wide tape, sticking its end under Armand’s ear and wrapped it twice around his head, trapping the smelly briefs to saturate the captive’s olfactory senses.
“Mmmmph! Mmmmph!”
“Don’t thank me, I’m acting out of duty, pet. I’ll let you meditate a bit longer, but I’ll be back, don’t worry.”
David felt Armand’s crotch, checking he still wore the chastity cage; he winked before he got out, locking the door behind him, leaving his bound boy to relish the taste and smells of their schoolmate.
This started another waiting period for Armand. The smell of a rod leaking pre-cum or even cum and having macerated for a few days and nights was strong; it triggered some desire, Armand’s cock trying to stretch out while kept within the confines of the plastic device, making his hard-on a cause for discomfort. Armand’s mind wandered towards less arousing territories; he thought of the ordeals his little brother would put him through if he misbehaved. This worked for a moment, until the story he made up in his mind had David as a character. Kevin asked his friend to help him with disciplining the unruly Armand, and imagining David’s smirk caused him some twitch down below, which the chastity device thwarted mercilessly.
It was almost totally dark outside when the prisoner heard the key turn within the lock; he was still restrained with the very same bindings, which he had been unable to loosen one bit. Kevin’s smiling face appeared, his little brother rushing to his older brother to check how his rope work had held.
“You’re no Houdini, that’s for sure!” the boy piped joyfully, “So you’re going to stay our hostage a bit longer. The parents are certain you’ve left for this choir camp, so we have four days when you’re accounted for.”
“Mmmph?!”
“Don’t waste your breath, Arm.”
Kevin’s attention was attracted by the extra layer David had added to the gag.
“Dave got you to sniff something, then. How do you like Pendergast’s undies?”
With his face a few inches from is bound brother, Kevin acknowledged the smelly quality of the piece of underwear that diffused its horny boy odour to Armand’s nose.
“Pew! Guy Pendergast is a naughty boy indeed. No doubt he masturbates often, and his undies smell of it.”
This was true, yet Armand still was dismayed by his baby brother having such an interest in boy sex.
“I know you like it; it’s good, since you have some more time to spend like this. I just came to let you know David will be here an hour from now. Do you need to pee?”
“MMmm Mmmm.”
Armand had a faint need to empty his bladder; he’d rather wait for David to take care of this rather than having his brother handle his trapped penis.
“If you’re fine, I’ll let you enjoy some peace and quiet, then.”
Armand was alone once again. These short visits from his captors got him to wonder what would happen. Kevin had spoken of four days. How would they pull such a trick? Armand’s mental theatre started again, playing a story in which Charles was all bundled up in ropes, wearing the sexiest of football kits, and Kevin forced his brother, shackled and muzzled of course, to inspect his slave.
Armand was getting stiff from the immobility when the door eventually opened again, with both of his tormentors entering his bedroom this time. They didn’t say a word and got busy right away. They surrounded the bound boy and untied the ropes keeping his against the pole.
They kept him under total control the whole time they got him from the pole until they had fitted cuffs at wrists, knees and ankles and that they had hobbled him with lengths of rope linking the straps with D-rings on them. This made his walking while captive much quieter than chains;
David had his poncho, which he threw over Armand, concealing his restraints. A flick of the wrist was enough to get the prisoner to walk; he’d been trained to react to such cues. Kevin led the way, with his brother on his heels and David just behind the prisoner, holding two large sports bags taken from the captive’s bedroom.
Chapter 17 – Given Away
The silent procession exited the house and followed the path that led to the main entrance. This time, Armand soon realized they were heading to David’s. The five minutes in the street were uneventful. It was late, and Armand heard the church bell toll ten times, giving him a more accurate idea of the time he’d spent in close contact with the beam. Almost five hours! It had felt long indeed.
Kevin opened the gate leading to David’s house. He didn’t head towards the house, though, but went left, taking the narrow path that went to the large garden shed at the back of the large garden.
They soon reached the shed. It was more like a small wooden house where outdoors furniture was stored. There was even a small kitchen and David’s parents used the shed to host garden parties in the summer. They often played football outside the shed, relaxing inside after long hours of running and sweating. Having a place to get a drink or to pee made it comfortable. What would it be to be kept prisoner inside the humble building? David got the key out of his pocket and stepped forward to open the door, not giving any hint on what would happen once they’d enter.
The shed featured a unique room, a rectangle that was fifteen feet by twenty. There were piles of garden chairs, and right in the middle there was a large table. Coils of rope had been wrapped around the legs; Armand’s practical mind allowed him to visualize how he would be restrained to the piece of furniture.
David broke the silence.
“Sit on the table, pet. Yes, here in the middle.”
Once Armand’s bottom was on the wood, David and Kevin tightened the ropes hobbling his legs; they grabbed his bare gams and shoulders and pushed him so he would be in the middle of the platform. The ropes threaded in the wrist cuffs were removed and his arms were grabbed and pulled towards the corners above his head. He’d be lying around this time.
“One more thing before we let you here for a good night’s sleep. You’ve behaved really well during this evening’s punishment, so we’ll reward you with some relief.”
David loosened the belt around Armand’s waist and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his thighs. The handlers then removed the cuffs around the knees and ankles; David could then pull them completely off, leaving Armand in the nude from the waist down. At least the chastity cage preserved the bound boy’s modesty.
This wasn’t meant to last; David got a small key from his football shorts’ back pocket.
“We’re going to trust you not to cream your undies, pet.”
David’s nimble fingers got the key in the tiny lock behind Armand’s balls. The cock cage was removed, which felt amazing to the restrained lad. He felt like his imprisoned experimented some backlash and that it had grown in volume and strength from the confinement.
“Get the pitcher, Kev, your brother has to take a leak now; we don’t want him to wet himself during the night.”
Kevin rushed to a cupboard; he seemed very familiar with his surroundings. He handed the pitcher to David who tilted it and slid it between Armand’s legs so the boy’s dick would fit in it. Armand’s need to pee was stronger than his arousal; his embarrassing boner receded, which would make relieving his bladder easier. Now, he shouldn’t lose his focus.
“Go ahead, pet.”
The warm stream flowed freely, Armand’s mind feeling lighter as his bladder emptied. Once it stopped, David removed the pitcher, wiping the tip of his friend’s cock with some paper towel. This caused some blood to fill the enthusiastic penis.
“You can’t stay in here naked. You need underwear if we want you to look decent.”
“Arm’s got some with him, just below his nose!” Kevin exclaimed.
“I hadn’t thought of this, but yes, it’s no use dirtying a pair when we have some available.”
The young boy pointed to the gag; David got the cue and nodded approvingly. Kevin was already undoing the rings of tape keeping Guy Pendergast’s soiled underwear. He grabbed it and put it slowly on his brother, pulling it up so it would caress his legs and make him really hard. This meant he had to work the hard rod inside when he reached the top, pulling the underwear tight to give some wedgie feel to it.
“And to reward you even further…”
David held a pair of football shorts. They were clean, which Armand knew because they belonged to him. His young master slid it up his legs in a loving manner. There was much twitching of the lump of flesh contained inside the briefs, and the way he shorts brushed against them when they reached his crotch didn’t cause it to deflate.
Kevin had already picked more gear to complete their job. White rope line was woven by both accomplices to bind Armand’s legs together. They worked like expert textile workers from another era, coordinating their moves to cocoon Armand in a tight net of ropes. The ends of the various coils they used were then knotted to the table’s legs and sides. Armand was left forming a Y, his arms being the top and his torso and legs the bottom.
“Sorry you have to skip a meal, pet, but we don’t have time to feed you. You’re going to meditate for the whole night. Review the whole week, for tomorrow morning you’ll be required to write a little report of your first week under our supervision.”
David tied a scarf over Armand’s eyes to act as a blindfold. The boy’s abductors were already at the door, about to leave. Armand didn’t want to stay on his own the whole night.
“Grmmph! Rmmmmbllmm!”
His begging for having company fell on deaf ears.
“Sleep tight!”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”
They switched off the light and closed the door behind them; Armand got into another bout of puzzlement about what was to happen to him, being now deprived of sight also. His mind was playing an endless parade of himself in various outfits, made to perform a number of degrading tasks, with David making sure he couldn’t escape the ordeals he inflicted on him with a whole gang of friends from school or from the choir.
It was late; the day had been busy, so the captive fell asleep soon, considering the relative comfort of his posture and the removal of the stinky garment which he now wore as intended. This did give him vivid dreams involving bonds or feet. Armand was fond of bondage wet dreams, so he remained deeply asleep.
He didn’t wake up when the door opened an hour later. The light was switched on, but Armand had no clue. Two boys came around the table, two cute heads of twelve-year-old boys with blond hair and a merry grin over their faces.
“I’ll say, mate,” the smallest one whispered, “This is a handsome package. Nicely trussed up and all.”
“A fine little bundle.”
“He’s all ours. What should we do with him?”
To be continued in Armand’s Diary
For those who don't know my stories, these are raunchy stories taking place in a parallel universe in which teenage boys enjoy playing tugs quite a lot. They also have plenty of opportunities to do so and fully use them. There's smutty content ahead, be warned.
David’s Project
Chapter 1 – Challenging Afternoon
“Sit down. I’ll give you a hand.”
Armand bent down, lifting his arms. He could almost feel his friend’s gaze over his pastel-blue-shorted bum; yet David’s firm grip only held his hands; Armand’s wrists were bound behind his back, as were his elbows. He had to thread his forearms between the two higher slats of the large wooden chair David wanted him to sit on.
The boys were in David’s room; there was a large desk chair, but it wasn’t intended for his guest. The wooden chair he’d brought from the kitchen earlier on would go with his plan much better.
He felt David’s hand guiding his wrists as he sat down. His armpits were just above the second slat and he had to stay straight against the back of the chair, the back of his head resting against the highest slat.
“Now, let’s take care of your ankles.”
David held yet another piece of rope; he’d brought a few when Armand had accepted his young friend’s challenge. Once upstairs, in David’s domain, it seemed there was an endless supply of cordage. The first coils were now imprisoning his wrists and elbows; they were tight, but not excessively. Armand was confident that he would be able to loosen the tension easily, hence not being deemed a hopeless loser.
Having his cute friend kneeling in front of him brought joy to Armand; this happiness translated in an inflation of his underwear underneath his gym shorts. He hoped David wouldn’t notice. The lanky fourteen-year-old boy still couldn’t believe that his dream of getting closely tied up was coming true. He had been bound quite often, but always by himself, which felt good indeed. Yet getting thus bound by David was a much more satisfying experience.
David was a bit shorter than he was. They’d been friends for over a decade, since their very first steps in nursery school. They got along fine throughout these ten years of their childhood. They had become very close friends over the last school-year, which had coincided with both boys maturing and getting into puberty. They had been in the same class for the first time, which had brought them closer. Armand was getting to understand better the nature of the admiration he had for some schoolmates, one of whom was David.
The boys spent some time together outside school; they both sang in the choir, which was of course very much school-related. They also spent some time playing football or video games at each other’s place. Living very close to each other made it easy to hang out; it was not even five minutes of walking. They now were officially teenagers, and their parents were more than willing to have them keep each other company. The grown-ups were reaching a point in their careers when they came home quite late or even were gone on business trips. Having their sons manage on their own made them proud, on top of being quite convenient.
Armand had always found David good-looking; for the last year or so, he had developed an attraction that wasn’t only linked to his friend’s fine features, but to his whole being. Spending time with him meant he knew all his facial expressions, but also his body language and his body smells. He had wanked many times thinking of David’s body.
They had gotten much more intimate over the weeks that had lead to this afternoon at David’s. They had fleeting moments when David and his friend had kissed; as of last week, they had gone a bit further and fondled each other’s genitals. There had been other short films developing in his mind, in which the cute crew-cut boy starred as a captor, binding other choir boys whom Armand deemed appetizing. The captive’s untold fantasy was coming to life; his friend was kneeling in front of him, binding his ankles together.
“Four turns of rope and a square knot, you can’t get your feet apart now!”
Armand couldn’t spread his legs, but it felt like the coils of rope would loosen if he squirmed a little on his chair. David stood, facing his prisoner, who was getting a feel of the restraints that bound his limbs. His friend moved to a chest of drawers; he opened the bottom drawer, giving Armand a tantalizing sight of his friend’s buttocks tightly wrapped in his football shorts.
David turned back towards his friend. He was holding what had to be at least five coils of rope. Armand had been easy to lure into an escape challenge, yet David had refrained to show all the gear he had for such an activity. He had no doubt Armand would accept, thanks to the confidential information he’d acquired a few months earlier; nevertheless, he didn’t want to risk scaring him away.
“You’ve got more rope?”
“I thought I told you to remain silent. It looks like I have more gear, doesn’t it? This wouldn’t be much of a challenge to get away from weak bonds. Let’s get serious and show you what trussed up to a chair means.”
Armand gulped; the smirk over his friend’s face, with his deep red lips curled over his pointy teeth made him nervous. He was quite excited by what was happening to him; this mixed with apprehension from putting himself under the blond boy’s control.
David was behind him and he threaded a piece of rope between his wrists, encircling the coils of rope keeping Armand’s wrists together. This turned the flimsy restraint into a pair of tight rope manacles. Both ends of the rope that cinched his wrists were then bound to the chair’s back’s lower slat; yet there were more loose ends.
David pulled them to the front and there was enough rope to make two turns with each end to make some rope belt that kept Armand sitting upright. He was now bound to the chair, with his wrists less likely to escape the rope than one minute earlier.
David grabbed another coil of rope; he laid its middle over Armand’s nape of the neck; the ends were threaded under his armpits, and then looped around the slat behind the captive’s shoulder blades. More turns followed the same route, reinforcing the harness David was weaving. Armand was firmly pinned to the back of the chair; any attempt at escaping seemed much less likely to succeed now.
“This is tight.”
Armand’s voice was quite subdued, but his whisper triggered some reaction from David. Armand felt his friend’s hand clamping over his lower face, silencing him.
“Mmmmh?”
“It is the second time you speak. I made myself clear before we came upstairs, didn’t I? No speaking if I don’t give you permission. And I didn’t give you permission, did I? We’ll have to remedy such outbursts later on.”
Armand meekly shook his head, cautious not to make a sound, and doing so calmly enough that his gesture wouldn’t be deemed rebellion.
“You’re still under the silence rule, Armand. I’ll take my hand off so I can finish binding you properly.”
David’s warm hand left his face; the boy stepped back in front, equipped with four more coils of the white line he seemed to own in large quantities. He took care of Armand’s knees, with four turns above them and four below, using the ends of the rope cinching them to further link the captive boy to the chair he was sitting on. He then did the same with the wraps surrounding his ankles as he’d done with his wrists, cinching them with a short piece that the ‘kidnapper’ then tied to the rung linking the chair’s front legs.
“This should keep you from escaping, I guess,” David said, standing up and admiring the result of his work.
“I’ll do my best,” Armand whispered back, a rueful grin spreading over his face, showing he instantly realized the mistake he’d made. He’d broken this so-called ‘silence rule.’ David froze and leaped to Armand’s side, his moist hand coming over the bound boy’s lips again. He put his left hand on the back of his prisoner’s head, effectively keeping him in a tight vice. Armand tried to shake his head, but there was no way he could get rid of the handgag. His crush was about to gag him, wasn’t he?
“Oh, no, I won’t let go of your mouth. I have no interest in hearing you complain. And who knows, there could be people outside, and I wouldn’t want a rescue party to barge in if they hear you. I have plans for you, and they don’t involve you calling out and being saved by the unlikely passer-by. You’re mine for a while.”
Armand froze, totally subdued by the tight grip of David’s warm hands. He wondered whether he could get more aroused yet. The last fifteen minutes had plunged him in a daze. All his fantasies were becoming true.
Chapter 2 – Under David’s Thumb
He’d become quite horny once he’d seen the outfits they were to wear to play football a little over an hour earlier; they matched Armand’s clothing fetish. Armand liked shiny sportswear; the satiny black shorts David wore when he’d opened the door fit the bill perfectly for a sexy outfit. They gleamed and wrapped his curves tightly, which was just like in Armand’s wettest dreams. His shiny red jersey with the golden letters over his chest complemented the shorts, making David’s torso interesting to watch.
Being offered light blue satin shorts to go and play football had turned him on too. He’d spent three minutes by himself in the bathroom where he’d changed, adjusting his junk in the tight swimwear and the clinging shorts; the sight and the feel of the garments didn’t actually help to calm down, Armand realized. The little time they’d spent playing one on one, with two sticks used as goal-posts.
The game was an occasion of having both young teens parade; they danced around each other, puffing their chests and protecting the ball. Armand loved having his friend so close. Watching him in his enticing outfit and brushing against him as he dribbled the ball elated the slightly older boy.
They played for twenty minutes, in choreographed moves that were quite graceful. They were sweaty and tired rather quickly; the score was nine to seven in favour of David. Armand tried to protect the goal but David undertook a move which pushed him out of his way by bumping into him with his chest. Armand lost his balance and fell graciously on his shorted bum; his opponent scored easily. He dropped on the sitting boy, pushing him over his back, grabbing his wrists to pin him against the floor with David’s behind exerting a slight pressure over his assaulted friend’s stomach.
“So, who won the game, uh? Am I not your master?”
Armand blushed and shook his head, neither nodding frankly nor denying vehemently. David kept looking at his friend under him for a few seconds. He then leaned backward before he stood, his shiny bottom caressing Armand’s semi-turgid sex. David jumped to his feet, Armand trying to overcome the pang of lust he’d felt.
David suggested they’d take a break, which his friend wholeheartedly accepted. The running around had gotten Armand to deflate a little, but as soon as they were on their own in the privacy of David’s home, the bulge had come back.
Of course, it was the remark David made when they got back inside that had Armand all worked up. His friend had switched the TV on; on the screen they saw some serial that had two boys kidnapped by a bunch of thugs. Armand was torn between admiring the scene and pretending he didn’t notice what was going on. He’d read stories in which this kind of situation triggered some tie-up game; yet he didn’t manage to say anything in response.
“Gosh, TV shows are so unrealistic! See how loosely the lads are bound? How do these dim-witted thugs think they will keep them prisoners?”
He looked straight into Armand’s eyes; Armand felt his mouth drying up; yet he knew he had to react quickly. He’d been longing for such an opportunity with a friend.
“How would you know? They look like they’re not going anywhere.”
“I know because I’ve read about Houdini and escape artists. I would do a much better job than the twits on TV.”
“Really?”
Armand now had butterflies in his stomach.
“Really. I may show this to you, if you feel like playing the escape artist.”
Armand nodded shyly. He would have yelled that it was the greatest idea ever; yet he didn’t want to be deemed overenthusiastic by his friend.
“Well, yeah. I’m sure you can’t tie me up so well I can’t escape.”
“That’s what you think. Let me prove you wrong.”
David rushed to the entrance hall; he came back with two short coils of white cotton rope.
“Turn around.”
Armand obeyed, crossing his wrists behind his back. He felt David’s hands seizing his.
“No, not like this, like this,” he said getting Armand’s palms against each other. The five turns of rope held tight. The second coil was used above his elbows, hence making any twisting much more difficult. David grabbed his prisoner’s arms, as Armand was already fidgeting and trying to feel how to get rid of the rope.
David looped his friend’s elbows in four turns of coil also; he tightened it enough that it would take some contortions to free his arms of the rope’s hold.
“We’ll go to my room so we’re not disturbed. Move on, and no funny stuff; not a word, of course, you’re now officially my prisoner.”
Armand was glad David was behind him, holding his arms: in front, his shorts had to be tenting like mad, thanks to the boner he was developing.
Fifteen minutes later, Armand was living his wildest fantasy, roped thoroughly to the solid wooden chair, and David keeping him handgagged.
“I have some plans for you, indeed, and it’s no coincidence. You see, I know your secret.”
Armand uttered some inquisitive grunt: “Hmmph?”
“Silence rule! I might have to gag you earlier than planned.”
Armand felt the grip at the back of his head loosen; David needed a hand to grab the wadding he’d prepared inside the drawer close to them, as well as the roll of wide surgical tape that would seal his lips. He also lifted the hand he’d kept clamped over Armand’s mouth so far.
“Open up!”
“Oh, please, don’t gag me, I swear I’ll be quiemmmph! Grmmbbllm!”
“I don’t think you were granted permission to speak. But let’s say that once I’m done with you, I won’t have to fear any unpleasant jibe anymore.”
The ball of handkerchiefs that was crammed in his mouth was quite big; it felt soft too, but Armand knew that any speech would be unintelligible. He felt the end of the wide tape being stuck to his cheek; David held his chin so he had to keep his lips tight against each other. Two turns around his head effectively sealed them. David didn’t stop there. He stepped in front and added a large X over his mouth, and he added two pieces that acted as a chin-strap. He added two further turns around Armand’s head to tidy up the job.
He took a step back, checking that symmetry was properly respected.
“Fine job, if I say so myself. Now you won’t disturb me with complaints. You can listen to what I have to tell you.”
David grabbed a pair of leather gloves from the bag and slowly undertook putting the left one on. His eyes were chained to Armand’s.
“Let’s say we’re starting a new phase in our relationship. I’ve known your secret for five months now. I’ll be blunt: I suspected you liked tie-up, so I checked you did. I hacked your computer five months ago.”
“Mmmph? Mbblmm!”
Armand felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through him; he squirmed, picturing the many folders on his computer that documented his liking for male bondage. They had explicit names: tie-up stories, tie-up art, gaged boys, boys in shorts… They documented some of the fetishes and situations that aroused the kinky teenager. His friend now knew all about his private leanings. What use would he make of this knowledge?
“Yes, invading your privacy is something to be called names for. Still, I don’t like you insulting me. I’ve wondered since last summer why you never opened your session when we needed to use your computer for homework. My older cousin is into computers, and he gave me tons of utility software a while back. The one that allows bypassing the initial PC logging turned out to be helpful. One day when you went to help your mom with groceries as we worked on the science project in your room, I worked my magic, got into your personal and I copied all of your documents on my flash drive.”
“Mmmm?”
Armand’s wide eyes took in the sight of his lovely sexy friend, in his most attractive outfit, adjusting the first glove. The captive boy was mentally listing all his folders, wondering which ones had been found. There was a wealth of pictures, art, stories and videos stored on his PC, some of them actually documenting Armand’s self-bondage experiments. He’d done so in text by writing about his self-bondage experiments, and he’d used his webcam to take many shots of himself bound and gagged. There were quite a few more on removable devices he’d burned and saved in his hide-out: those featured the weirdest stuff which Armand liked but found a bit more embarrassing.
“This has been quite a trove of documents. You could have asked me, I know quite a bit about tie-up games.”
“Mmm?”
“Not to worry, I’ll teach you what I know anyway. You’re going to be my little pupil from now on. An obedient and respectful one, of course. I’ve had this idea since I found out how much you liked bondage.”
He started putting on the second glove; the leather was as gleaming as were the shorts; Armand noticed both garments enhanced the contents, whether the bulging cock or the long skilled digits.
“It took me a while to go through all of your files. I’ve learned a few things, but most of all this has gotten me to thinking. I first thought that it would be nice having some tie-up fun with you. But some of the stories I read got me to think bigger. It’s not difficult to prove that I can bind a boy so he can’t escape. It seems this is just what I’ve done.”
Armand believed him; it felt like no squirming would get him out of the chair. David rubbed his gloved hands while smiling at his prey.
“Yet I want more than this. I want to have you wrapped around my finger; you’ll be my captive for months!”
The gloved boy’s feral grin was only too clear to Armand; he kept staring at his kidnapper. This was insane, David was no dunce, and he knew he couldn’t have his friend vanish. Armand waited for more details, refraining from grunting inquisitively.
Chapter 3 – Getting closer
David grabbed his desk chair and rolled it to Armand’s side. He sat down, his left knee against Armand’s right one, his right one brushing against his left buttock; he leaned forward with his thighs spread, hence giving a whiff of his sweaty body to his captive. He whispered in his ear.
“You need some control. Tying you up for a few hours is a good start, but you’ll need more supervision for the time when I have to let you go unfettered, as when you go to school. Thankfully, we’re in the same class, so I’ll be able to see you if you misbehave with teachers or other pupils.”
Armand shook his head to convey his disagreement. No sound was heard, yet David stood up.
“I’ll take good note you didn’t make a sound this time, yet I find this distracting. Plus you’ve made yourself heard three times in breach of the silence rule.”
Armand saw a band of silk pass in front of his eyes; David used a silk scarf that he had folded to tie around Armand’s head, adding to the gag. He then bound the ends from the knot over his neck around the top slat at the back of the chair. His cheeks were well compressed and it seemed that making noise had become even more difficult.
“I might speak in peace, without unwanted motion. Good. Now we’re first going to see how good of an escape artist you are. You’ve got half an hour to get out of the chair, starting now!”
David sat back for the first five minutes. He was paying close attention to all the knots as Armand exerted tension over them. It was soon clear that the likelihood of his captive’s success was low.
“It seems you’re having trouble with my expert rope work. Keep trying; I wouldn’t want to win because of a lack of enthusiasm of my opponent. Silence rule is off, if it can help to grunt in effort.”
There was faint mmphing, but Armand was quite focused on feeling the ropes and the way they were linked and knotted; he didn’t make much noise. David stood and fired up his computer. He went to spin Armand’s chair a quarter turn so he faced the LCD display.
David opened one of the folders featuring Armand’s self-tie-up pics; he started playing them as a presentation so it changed every four seconds, displaying a new angle or a variation of Armand’s self-inflicted ordeal.
“I’ve been quite privileged of seeing what you think a good tie-up is. And the gags, too; it seems you’re quite a specialist for silencing prisoners.”
“Mmmph! Grmmmph!”
The close-up of Armand’s face, lips taped in black vinyl, that also locked his jaws thanks to the swim cap that was used for this session and that allowed for vertical turns around the head too; Armand’s thin light brown hair was protected by the silicone, and his head was completely mummified in the gleaming black adhesive.
“I’ve enjoyed watching your pictures, this gave me lots of ideas.”
“Mmmph!”
“You’d better try harder escaping your bonds. I’ll read you a story while you show me you’re eager to struggle.”
David picked a couple of paper sheets from his desk’s drawer. Dragging his chair to where he and the LCD monitor could be seen properly by the fully immobilized Armand, David sat and smiled at his audience and started reading. It took three sentences for Armand to identify the story. It was one he had written himself.
Armand’s stories were usually short, and depicted a succession of tie-ups and all the action that went along. They featured villains who kidnapped teen boys; there were a few about sports players being abducted by rivals, and the one that David read was about a football player who was detained by another team to prevent him from playing an important game.
David put his hand over Armand’s knee; the touch of the fingers through the thin layer of leather caused a grunt in response. David kept on reading; Armand was still looking intently at his pics, which now had him bound in a chair wearing his favourite pair of Speedos; the red silk scarf covering his mouth was tied tight; his lips’ outline were clearly visible, and the bulging cheeks betrayed the presence of a massive amount of fabric padding his mouth.
“… ‘and Alistair could no longer speak because of the tape sealing his lips.’ Darn, Armand, this is definitely hot kidnapping stuff you write.”
The leather-gloved hand moved up the bound boy’s thigh. The young abductor’s story-telling continued, and every time a new development happened in the depiction of Alistair’s woes, David’s fingers travelled up the fleshy thigh; the display of his own tie-up feats combined with the hot story he’d written were driving Armand wild.
“Mmm… Mmmm…”.
“… ‘as the door slammed behind the kidnappers, Alistair was left alone. His bonds were tight.’ So are yours and I don’t think you’re trying hard enough to free yourself.”
Armand wiggled on his chair, which didn’t get any liberating result. David’s fingers had reached the hem of his satiny shorts.
“Hmmmm! Hmmmblmph!”
“You may moan all you want, it doesn’t really get you any closer to freeing yourself. You will get the forfeit if you don’t, so try harder.”
David’s hand was now resting over Armand’s shorts, just over his manhood that inflated the gleaming garment.
“Hmmm! Hmmmmblmmm!”
“Speaking of harder… Quite a stiffy you have, my friend.”
He started kneading Armand’s genitals. The mutual wanking they’d done before gave the abductor the expertise required in stimulating his friend. Armand was no longer in control. The fingers brushed over his foreskin and his shaft, and the pace of the hand going up and down grew faster. The prisoner’s groans increased in volume, though not in clarity.
“Yes, Armand, you’re enjoying my hand, aren’t you?”
It wasn’t only his friend’s digits, but the whole situation that aroused the bound boy. He’d been hard for over an hour, and David’s caresses were the cherry on top. The shorts slid over his briefs, the ministrations increasing in intensity until Armand felt pleasure was close. He had closed his eyes; his moaning rose in pitch until orgasm caused fireworks to explode in his head, whereas his underwear and shorts were flooded by the warm gushing jizz.
David let go of his dick. Armand was calming down; he fell silent.
“Quite a mess you made, pet. I don’t think I told you could soil your undies like this. That’s fine, I have long-term plans for you, so keeping control of your dick should be something I teach you. For now, I’ll leave you bound to your chair until you’re dry enough that I don’t get all dirty handing you.”
“Hmmbllmm? Mmph!”
David walked behind Armand; the prisoner caught a glimpse of fabric, and he felt a wide silk band blindfolding him before it was tied to the upper slat.
“I’ll have another look at your documents. I don’t think I should read you another story; it seems to get you to spurt your juice. We want you to get dry, don’t we?”
“Mmm.”
Armand could now fully benefit from the tie-up; he really had no hope of getting out of the ropes. Being thus immobile, silent and in the dark, he could try to collect his wits. He could think for the first time since David had opened the door; he soon recovered from his orgasm. The thoughts assailing him, on top of the sensations he felt or the pungent smell of cum didn’t help him to relax. He was now picturing further ‘ordeals’ that David could submit him to.
He could hear David using the computer. It didn’t affect him much; Armand was in his own world. He was also starting to feel some strain from the tight bonds pinning him to the chair. He was hence relieved when he next heard David.
Chapter 4 – Tight Embrace
“It’s over half an hour and you haven’t escaped my ropes. This means you’re still my prisoner.”
Armand grunted in a pitiful manner certainly meant to gain his friend’s mercy.
“As such, I’m going to bind you a bit tighter. This has been a tie-up you could escape, let’s now add ropes so you realize that I can make you a complete prisoner.”
“MMMph! Mmmblllmmm!”
“You’re welcome. It’s always a pleasure having one’s charges so compliant and grateful.”
The wails were obviously meant to convey dissent, but David ignored them; he even misinterpreted them, which made Armand protest further.
“Tut! Tut! I won’t give in to your demands, rascal!”
A first piece of rope was roped around the bound boy’s thighs. Then two other bits of cord came to reinforce the harness binding his torso to the chair. Two ends were threaded along his butt crack, coming from the lower slat at the back, and pulled up towards the waist rope that made for a safety belt preventing Armand from slipping. The Y it made formed framed his genitals, still under the two layers of nylon made slimy by the ejaculate. It wasn’t dry, though it felt much less wet.
The addition and tightening of ropes had Armand wonder what David’s plan was. He felt the knot of his blindfold being untied, and the dark silk slid away from his eyes.
“You’re a little more strictly bound, but I’m afraid you can move your head a bit, especially if I remove this blindfold. Not to worry, though, you know your friend David has ways to avoid such an issue.”
Armand saw the roll of Coban wrap his captor held in his hand. He set it on Armand’s lap.
“Let me adjust the gag…”
David untied the two ends of the scarf that went over his captive’s lower face, which were tied to the upper slat of the chair. He then removed the knot over Armand’s neck; the tension wasn’t relieved for long. David tightened it back, which got the gagged boy to feel his cheeks even more compressed.
“And now, I want you to stay put, so let’s take care of your head better yet.”
Two turns of the sticky, rubbery material wrapped around his lower face reinforced the silk band underneath, the one that had just had any slack removed. Then David rolled the wrap behind the slat and pulled it back up to lay it over his forehead. He did another pass over the whole strapping; Armand’s head was even more securely fastened than it was a few minutes before.
“This should make you stay put. I need you to be able to focus on a nice story…”
David reached for the mouse over the desk. He double-clicked over an icon, which triggered the playing of a video. He sat back in his chair next to his prisoner.
“This is a short film I did with Max.”
Armand had guessed as much, since the first shot displayed Max, a blond boy who was a bit younger than they were. He was also in the choir; he was rather cute, but lots of the boys in the choir were. The boy’s taste for tie-up was unknown from Armand, though.
It started with Max walking in what Armand quickly identified as the garden at David’s; he was filmed from far away and growing bigger as he moved forward towards the camera. Armand would have gulped if he’d been able to; Max was wearing his favourite outfit, just as David was when he’d opened the door; his shiny shorts were green and his jersey dark blue. Seeing his friends in skimpy, clinging shorts and jersey always took its toll on Armand.
Max was walking along a box tree hedge, growing bigger on the screen as he walked forward. The moment the character filled all the frame coincided with this when he reached the end of the hedge, when an attacker pounced on him, entering the screen as he leaped over Max. Then there were a few seconds of David holding Max with one arm around his chest, the other being clamped over the boy’s mouth. There was minimal struggling.
“Mmmph!”
“Hush! You shouldn’t have ratted me out at school. I got a four-hour detention. This means this will be the minimal one you’re going to get. And at my hands!”
“Speaking of which…”
The flesh and blood David at Armand’s sides accompanied his short remark by grabbing a pair of latex gloves from the drawer. He started putting them on, adding a layer to his leather-gloved hands.
Armand couldn’t watch him doing so too well with his head so firmly pinned to the seatback. His eyes focused on the screen.
The scene cut with David’s promise at retaliation; next, fading from black, Max stood in the garden shed. Armand knew the place; it was still located at David’s. The camera had Max from head to feet, which made for some space around him. It showed the tools and furniture that were stored inside. David appeared from the side, standing next to Max, cautious not to hide the bound boy from the lens.
Armand went over the bondage with his informed eye. Max was held by an intricate weaving of ropes, which had coils of four or five turns linked by criss-crossed ropes. Above his head, Armand could see the wide end of a spring rake, with a rope shooting straight up to the ceiling, which was off-screen. No doubt it was knotted to a beam.
Max hid the handle, but Armand had seen such a setup in the story of Simon, a redheaded escape artist who fell prey to an enthusiastic knot-tier. Max was wearing more than the fictional character’s briefs, but his bondage was very similar. Armand could still figure out that Max was trussed up against the handle; from experiencing David’s rope work, no doubt it was taut.
There wasn’t much action; David talked a lot, taunting Max and making up reasons for keeping him like this for a long time. Armand felt a hand over his thigh. It didn’t glide much: David was done pulling the layer of supple rubber over his gloved hands. David leaned towards Armand, whispering in his ear.
“I don’t want to mess up the leather…”
This cryptic comment was better understood by the captive boy when the hand reached his package, still damp from the copious amounts of semen he’d spurted. The touch made him aware of how turgid his cock was again. David adjusted the growing penis under the two nylon layers. It grew until it was stopped by his Speedos’ waistband. The string was tight; David poked here and there until his prisoner’s dick was comfortable. Then he got to kneading it delicately.
The stroking got the boy all worked up again; the video didn’t help. David’s verbal piques accompanied various shots; his lines, such as “a full hour and you’re still here, I guess you’re in for another one, then,” were perceived as directly aimed at Armand. Each shot was from the same tie-up, but from a different angle. The details were clearer. The seriousness of the knots was made more obvious. The whole experience followed its path smoothly, until a low guttural sound started coming from deep within Armand. Then he gushed out again, with more gobs of thick whitish cum oozing through the swimwear and the shorts.
“Not even five minutes before you cum, you horny little beast!”
David turned down the sound, not wanting to be interrupted by his video self; the scene continued. Armand was slowly landing after this second orgasm; he could hardly believe he could climax twice over such a short span.
“I will have to teach you a few things, like control, for instance. A more immediate lesson will be in hygiene. I’ll need to clean you up a bit, I’ve planned to take you out for a walk, and you can’t go out smelling of spunk like you do. I’ll untie you from the chair, but no funny stuff…”
Chapter 5 – Grooming
Armand was in no state to attempt an escape. He was starting to feel numb from the strict chair tie and he was still under the spell of the endorphin rush he’d just gone through. Nevertheless, David put handcuffs over his wrists before they were completely free from the ropes. He wiped summarily his crotch with a hand towel, so Armand wouldn’t leak over the plush carpet. Two leather straps, dog collars actually, were fastened above his knees, and linked by a chain that would hobble the captive securely to move him towards the bathroom.
The young kidnapper removed the ropes, wrapping them into nice coils which he laid over his desk.
“You may stand up, prisoner. Slowly, and no funny stuff, of course.”
The blond captor grabbed his charge’s arm and guiding outside the room to the landing; David opened the door to the bathroom. They stepped inside.
“I expect you to keep clean at all times. I will look after your cleanliness whether you’re here or at the school. This is an important part of my controlling you. I want you to smell fresh whenever I have to come near you.”
David released the knee hobbles; his head was at Armand’s waist level; he sniffed deeply.
“Your crotch smells of spunk rather strongly. There is no penalty now since I got you to spill your seed, but this is the type of scent that will be forbidden, because I won’t let you wank without my authorization.”
“Mmmph?”
“Ha! Indeed, your cock is mine! Now, let’s see how you fare from behind.”
David spun Armand around; the bound boy felt his captor’s nose touching his butt.
“Not too bad, you seem to wipe properly. Let’s start by having you relieve yourself; not to worry, I’ll make sure you clean up to my standards afterwards.”
David stood and grabbed Armand’s arm, pushing him towards the commode. He stood him in front and kneeled again to lower the prisoner’s shorts and briefs.
“You may sit down and do your business.”
Armand complied. David didn’t move and remained in front, towering over him. He lifted his gagged face towards his tormentor, hoping to communicate he wouldn’t mind a little privacy.
“What are you waiting for, scoundrel? It’s not like you will have many opportunities to release your bladder and bowels, so you’d better get going.”
“Mmmph… Mmmmbll?”
“Are you kidding? I told you I controlled you, so you’d better get used to having me keep a close eye on you, even when you’ve got to take a piss or a shit!”
Armand closed his eyes; he let nature follow its course, the noises and the smell informing his captor that relief had come both ways.
“Open your eyes, there’s no shame in emptying yourself. Are you done?”
Armand nodded. David approached and wiped his buttocks with energetic gestures; he refrained from making humiliating comments. He didn’t encounter any resistance, Armand wanting this to be over as soon as possible.
“Done,” David said flushing the toilet, “Now let’s get you all cleaned up; hop in the tub!”
His order was followed dutifully. Armand stood, still handcuffed and gagged, certainly wondering how he would have to shower with his hands thus held behind his back. David quickly got him out of the shorts and underwear that were still around his ankles; he set them aside on the counter, neatly folded.
Armand felt the handcuffs being unlocked; David grabbed his wrists and pulled them up towards the wall, above the shower head; there was a large hook to which he fastened the chain linking the cuffs before imprisoning the obedient attendee’s wrists in them again.
Standing in the tub with his arms lifted above his head, the naked boy heard his abductor disrobe and joined him inside the tub. David reached for the faucet and lukewarm water flowed on the boys. Armand could feel his minder’s body pressing against his, as David made sure all parts of his body to be rinsed by the stream. He then switched it off before he lathered some sweet-smelling shower gel over Armand’s chest.
The hands massaged his body from shoulders to toes, with particular care given to his armpits and his crotch. David reached for the faucet; the water flowed again and he rinsed Armand. The water stopped. The prisoner felt some cold fluid at the small of his back.
"A final rub, my pet; you see, I need some relief too!”
Gel had been poured at the top of his crack, which David’s prick started to brush against. He stood behind his friend, and his fully developed five inches of manhood slid along the crack. His legs were slightly spread, and the grinding David did with his hips got his hard cock to fully enjoy the welcoming cradle. The bound boy wondered if he would be fucked off, but David just squirmed up and down; he didn’t assault Armand’s rosebud. Halfway through, the blond kidnapper grabbed Armand’s ever hard boner and started wanking it skilfully.
Armand was overwhelmed by the sensations he felt. There were groans and moans; David’s expertise was welcome; two minutes and twenty-three seconds later, he exploded, a warm stream flooding Armand’s back. The bound boy followed suit three seconds later, spurts of semen jetting out to reach the cold porcelain of the shower walls.
There was panting from the captor, and laboured breathing from the gagged boy’s nose.
“Oh boy, this feels great. Now, a last rinse and we can move on. There are still plenty of things to tell you.”
There was more water, soap and rinsing. David grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the rack next to them. He rubbed Armand’s body softly. He dried himself before he unlocked Armand’s wrists, only to bring his arms back behind him; the ‘click’ of the handcuffs was an explicit signal of his ongoing captivity.
Five minutes later, they were dry and out of the tub. Armand caught a glimpse of a small clock on a shelf, which read five twenty. He’d been David’s prisoner for almost three hours.
“I wouldn’t mind leaving you in your birthday suit, but I don’t think you want other people to see you naked. I’ve got an outfit you will like.”
He disappeared briefly from the bathroom, and his hands were full when he came back.
“I said you’re going to be my little pupil, so I picked a proper costume that should make you feel as such.”
There was gray flannel and what looked like silk in the bundle David held. He first brandished a pair of black underwear. These were Speedos, and the fabric was one of the finest polyamides, with reflections that made it look wet even in this dry state. David kneeled and had Armand lift his feet one by one to get his feet through the legs.
The material gliding up his legs rekindled Armand’s lust, which got him some taunting as David quickly adjusted the piece of underwear over his crotch.
“Let’s cover this hard little cock of yours fast! I don’t want it to fly away…”
There was a grunt from Armand, distressed by the prospect of his penis with wings. The issue was solved soon: the pair of black Speedos stretched nicely over his genitals and bottom; Armand could not help but admire his figure as he saw his reflection in the large mirror over the sink.
“The foundation layer should be to your taste. Let’s put the shorts on.”
The pair of shorts was made of gray flannel. The lining, though, was not made of the same coarse fabric. It was some satiny nylon fabric which felt much like silk. As it eventually glided into position over the underlying underwear, Armand could feel the soft caress of the two layers of fabric, which rubbed softly against each other much as the shorts and his swimwear had done in the hours before.
David pulled the zip up, and closed the button. He fastened the thin leather belt at the waist.
“You’re more decent, this is a good first step.”
The rest of the dressing up was performed mildly; David took his time and Armand submitted to his moves and indications. The young abductor nevertheless cuffed his charge’s ankles before he removed his cuffs. He didn’t leave anything to chance. After ten minutes, the addition of a white shirt, a jacket and tie, plus long white socks and a pair of black patent shoes made Armand in a cute little schoolboy.
Chapter 6 – Tea Time
“You’ve been an obedient pupil so far, you’re even dressed the part. One small detail, though, the hair on your legs doesn’t really match the outfit. We’ll take care of this next time.”
The leather cuffs he’d used around his prisoner’s ankles were loosened and fastened above his knees, rather on the tight side. He linked them with three inches of chain padlocked to a ring on each end.
“You can walk, but you can’t kick or run. Am I not the nicest, making sure you can’t do anything silly?”
“Mmmbllm…”
The tone didn’t convey much glee.
“Glad you agree,” David replied, reading Armand’s annoyance on the visible parts of his face, “move on, we’re going downstairs; I think you deserve to grab a bite. Plus I don’t know when I can feed you next.”
Armand opened the way; David was close behind, with his right hand resting over his captive’s shoulder. At the top of the stairs, he made Armand stop.
“Stay put, I don’t want you to fall in the staircase.”
Armand stood immobile, realizing how fast an accident could happen; he didn’t have to wait long. David was back. He cast a glance above his shoulder, seeing the tormentor with his hands full of rope. He winked.
“You never know, this might be useful. You never have enough rope. Move on, I’m right behind so you don’t stupidly break your nose….”
Armand cautiously lifted his feet to avoid an issue; he successfully reached the ground floor without having lost his balance. They soon reached the kitchen.
“Sit down there,” Armand said pointing to one of the five chairs that were around the table; the sixth one missed in an obvious manner, and Armand instantly recognized these were a set of six chairs, one of which was in David’s room, probably still warm from the bound boy’s long stay over it.
Armand looked at his captor, his wide eyes interrogating him.
“Oh, yes, you will be tied to the chair, what did you think? I might be a little lighter than earlier on, at least as far as quantity is concerned. Now just sit down, if you do want to get something to drink and eat.”
David was true to his word. Armand’s buttocks had barely made contact with the seat when the white cotton rope was wrapped around his belly. Then his ankles were wrapped in a tight coil of rope. A chest harness pinned him to it. David was fast and effective. Having his arms pinned to the back, without his arms threaded between slats made it more stressful for Armand; he wished this wouldn’t last too long.
David took out dishes from the fridge, and a glass and a plate from a cupboard. Once everything was laid down for consumption, he pushed Armand’s chair against the table and pulled the next one so he could sit next to his charge.
“I’m going to remove your gag, of course, but the silence rule is on. Not a word. Not a sigh. Not a gasp. And not a burp, of course. I will oversee your diet from now on, because I have total control of your mouth. I will allow only approved items in it.”
The smirk told of what particular body parts he would authorize or forbid to enter Armand’s mouth.
The scarf was untied. It took some time to remove the rounds of tape wrapped around Armand’s head without making a tangled mess of the lengths of sticky stuff; in the end, his lips were left uncovered with the tape rolled over a spool, not an inch lost from the careful removal. Seeing David’s regular arm motions had a soothing and mesmerizing effect on the captive boy. David brought a small plate to Armand’s lips.
“Spit the hankie out.”
The soggy mass of material was set down over the dainty porcelain, with dribbles of saliva following the release of the silk ball. Armand had a cotton napkin in his other hand, which he rubbed gently over Armand’s mouth. He stopped his motion, the thick piece of cotton still used as a buffer intended to absorb any attempt at using his mouth to make noise.
“I keep you clean and dry,. I’m going to feed you, and I expect you to behave and not yell when you open your mouth to take what I give you to eat…”
He dropped the napkin and grabbed a piece of bread. Armand hadn’t been fed by someone in over a decade. He would have complained, yet David hadn’t been joking so far and no doubt he would have him skip a meal in a heartbeat. He opened his mouth as the morsel was brought to his lips.
Armand noticed David had put his leather gloves back when his minder clamped a smooth animal skin-covered hand over his mouth. The smell and the touch were quite engrossing. Armand chewed thoroughly, aware of his captor’s presence. There had been guidelines.
“Keep your lips shut, I don’t want any saliva soiling my fine gloves. Take your time, and make sure you swallow only once your food has been masticated into a liquid paste This will make your digestion easier.”
This was a recommendation Armand would have expected from his grandmother, not from a thirteen-year-old friend. Armand relished the moment nevertheless. David felt his charge’s throat with his free hand to ensure the swallowing was done as instructed, which was all at once. Bits of apple followed the plain bread. The snack ended with a large glass of water to get his food to flow down; David picked the napkin for a wiping of the mouth. He left it against his lips, the padding over the mouth lightly pressed a gentle reminder of the silence rule.
David had planned everything with care. He pulled a drawer open with his free hand, the other remaining clamped over Armand’s mouth; he took three large hankies and scarves out of it.
“I was thinking of a special gag for the next stage. I’ll have to go get some stuff for completing it, but I can’t leave you here like this. Who knows what devious scheme you could pull, like crying out for everybody within hearing range?”
David was rolling one of the scarves in his fist. Armand thought his concern for silence wasn’t deserved. When his captor removed his hand so he could cram the ball of silk inside his gob, he attempted to say so.
“You can go, I won’t say anmmmmph!”
The mass of fabric slid inside and immediately unfolded and stretched, invading his mouth completely. One hand was back over his lips, the other at the back of his head, keeping him strongly. David turned it so he could look at his prey straight in the eyes.
“Breaking the rule wasn’t a smart move, , Arm. This makes me sad, but I’m going to have to do something about it, and have you pay with some penalty later on.”
The smile he displayed didn’t match his claims of sadness, but this little game of cat and mouse aroused Armand deeply.
“For now, let’s just make sure you’re gagged properly so I can go on my scavenger hunt without fearing you do something stupid.”
David folded one of the scarves with one hand. He turned it into a strip of silk.
“I’ll remove my hand, if I see even a tiny bit of this fine wadding I’ve stuck into your mouth appear from between your lips, the punishment will be doubled.”
There had been no explanation of what penalties could be inflicted upon the prisoner; it seemed David was somewhat serious about it and Armand had no real taste for finding out. He clamped his jaws as tight as he could while David knotted one of the scarves in its middle. The tormentor got behind his friend’s chair. The thick shiny knot was offered to Armand’s lips.
“Open up.”
He had barely done so when the knot passed behind his teeth. Armand pulled the ends behind his head, pulling at length to remove any slack from the band trapping the consequent ball already inside his oral cavity. David tied the knot at the nape of his neck with such .
“Mmbllm?”
“It might be a tad tight, but you should have thought about it before you fooled around. And your punishment is still to come, so you’d better not give me any further reasons to make it stricter!”
The last scarf was folded into a four-inch band; David set it so it would cover Armand’s face from his nose to under his chin. He pulled slowly, adjusting and tightening the silk before he eventually knotted the ends just above the knot of the previous scarf. The handling had made the layers of silk stretch over his lower face and adapt to his features, while compressing the impressive mass that filled his mouth already. David had taken his time to make sure the scarf was folded perfectly and that the knot would make it a tight fit locking Armand’s jaws further and tidying the massive multi-layered gag that had been forced upon him.
Armand had experimented with strips of cloth to gag himself. This never made for silencing on a par with tape. The feelings he got from this particular gagging method were these of an inescapable muzzle. David was experienced when it came to gagging, this was for sure.
“Nice, this makes for a fine chipmunk look, my sweet little pet,” David said. He was leaving, and from across the table he faced his prisoner and looked at him intently. David was on the kitchen’s threshold when he froze; Armand was squirming, trying to find a way out of these looser ropes, which he deemed feasible.
Chapter 7 – On the Move
“Oh, darn, Armand, I forgot to make sure you don’t escape, and I’m not even gone out of the room that you try to. Let me fix this, I have no will to let you show a clean pair of heels.”
He was on his prey already. The coils already holding the captive were reinforced, shortened and made tighter. More rope was used, pinning Armand to his chair in a way that was starting to feel uncomfortable, mainly because his arms were trapped between his back and the chair’s.
“Now, I can go in peace. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” David joyfully said as he rushed outside the kitchen.
Armand was left to wonder what was to happen next. He had loved every moment of his being with his kidnapping friend. Nevertheless, he was a little afraid of what was really in store for him. His mind wandered off, visualizing himself being flogged or left in an unpleasant hogtie.
Time flies when you imagine the distress that you may be put into; Armand was turning his back to the clock, so he had no idea how long it took David to fill the large canvas bag he came back with. His mind reeled listening to his captor moving around the house; he tried to imagine what he could be gathering. There were many stops, which Armand tried to visualize. The bathroom…. The bedroom…. The closet in the hall. Wasn’t it the one with the dirty rags in it?
It didn’t take long; David’s steps preceded him..
“I got everything we need, Arm.”
“Hmm?”
His bag seemed quite full as he set it over the table.
“It looks like you followed my instructions and didn’t move an inch. This is good, especially since you’ve earned quite a few penalty points already. You must be impatient to know what’s planned for this evening? What about taking a walk? You’ve kept seated for a long time, so a little exercise could do you good.”
The grunt in response could mean either agreement or disapproval; David didn’t pay much attention to it as he got a few items out of the bag, setting them on the table one by one and making sure the bound boy could see them well.. A pair of leather cuffs. More leather belts. Three coils of rope. A roll of gauze. A roll of duct tape. Three rolls of surgical tape. This was serious equipment; Armand could only fear what devious set-ups his kidnapper’s devious mind could make up and then enact.
Armand’s anxiety was grounded in experience; David didn’t disappoint him once again. He took two final items out; Armand identified them through their smell as much as from their sight when they were picked. He caught a strong whiff from his own Speedos and shorts which he’d coated eagerly with semen.
“This will make for superior wadding inside your mouth. I have to take proper measures concerning your mouth; this is the kind of dessert I hope you’ll learn to enjoy.”
“Mmmmph! Mmmbllmm!”
This grossed Armand out; David understood what he meant, and he laughed.
“Whether you want it or not, you’re going to suck on your underwear. Easy way or hard way?”
He bore a cheerful smile, yet the captive knew his friend was serious. There had been lots of talks of punishment and none really taking place; this could actually be the type of penalties David felt like inflicting upon him. Who knew what more distressing manners to retaliate David could use?
He untied the scarves carefully.
“I’ll grab the current wadding and then you bite on your Speedos. No resistance, no protest, you’d better be obedient.”
David used two hands, one to gather the sodden silk ball and the other to bring the soiled piece of underwear to Armand’s lips. The gusset went in first; the taste was unmistakable. Yet, the prisoner didn’t make a noise as the swimwear was stuck inside to fill his mouth. The thin cleave gag was used again, but surgical tape was then used to seal the mouth and trap the slimy underwear inside.
“You inspired me with your gag selfies. I can’t disappoint you with half-assed ways. Let me see...”
He picked the roll of gauze and covered the mouth and compressed the lower face further before he laid it under the chin and headed to the top of the boy’s head; three turns locked Armand’s jaws shut with each feeling tighter than the previous one. Then he used the duct tape to create two rings around his head, one vertical and one horizontal. It kept the gauze and the surgical tape steady.
The wide silk scarf topped the layers of this new merciless gag.
“I doubt you can keep being cheeky now, lad. This is good; I have no desire to hear you whine while I get you ready for your walk.”
His precise and strong gestures combined with a serious plan in his mind left his prisoner no hope or respite. A principle in his imprisoning seemed to be to never leave all four limbs free at the same time.
The methodical work started with getting him standing with his legs bound summarily. There weren’t kilometres of rope, but they were laid out and knotted well enough to prevent a kick or a run. This was mild and it would be temporary.
David tackled the arms and torso. He untied the wrists to get the forearms against each other.
“Keep your palms tight against the opposite elbow… Yes, just like this…”
David used the roll of duct tape to stick the forearms together from the left to the right. After eight turns Armand’s forearms looked like a silver-coloured tube.
“With your arms bundled this way, your behind is quite accessible, so watch out! There can be spanks if you don’t follow my instructions. Now for your fingers…”
David used three turns above each elbow to fix the fluttering fingers to the limbs. Armand’s arms were parallel to the floor, his hands perfectly useless. Yet David was far from done with restraining his charge’s upper body.
He grabbed rope and wove a harness that started at the back of Armand’s neck and ensnared his arms, and pulled his forearms against his back. The two ends of the long piece of rope eventually went between his legs and up his back before being knotted to the middle of the rope, between his shoulder blades.
“Not exactly shibari,” David said as he took a few steps back to see what the rope work looked like, “but it is symmetrical and I can’t spot any weakness. Try to free your arms?”
The two minutes that followed saw some serious squirming and writhing, twisting at the waist and shaking his booty in the process; when David came to inspect the restraints, they had not yielded a millimetre.
“It looks good, it really makes your butt look perfect. It holds against the efforts of my captive. Nice. Let’s take care of your legs and finish dressing you up so I may take you outside.”
The garden was large and from the videos with Max, David could imagine a few locations David had in mind.
What Armand had identified as belts were actually large dog collars; David wrapped and buckled two of them at the top of his thighs, half an inch under the flannel shorts’ hem. He had the metal rings inside, touching each other David then strapped two cuffs above his prisoner’s knees. He linked the rings with bits of rope; there were two inches at the top and three at the knees.
David untied the rope wrapped around his ankles and had Armand take a few steps; he adjusted the length of the hobbles so Armand’s gait would be unhindered while any violent or sudden use of his legs remained impossible.
“You’re forced to take small steps but it doesn’t make you limp.”
David then fondled Armand’s shorts.
“Not limp at all, are we?”
He chuckled at his own pun.
“Keep it in check so you don’t leak. Let me get you something to wear so you don’t catch a cold as we go outside.”
The weather wasn’t such that this was a real threat; Armand wondered if there was a trick. There was none and David dashed to the entrance hall; he was back almost immediately with his own poncho. It had no sleeves but it was big enough to protect a wearer’s rucksack from the rain. It was made of dark blue nylon, and it was a must to face rain or mist when trekking.
“I realized the poncho my mom bought me last year to go on a hike could be put to good use to hide your bonds, as I don’t want any outsider finding out about you being my cute little bound pupil. I wouldn’t want anyone to try and steal you away from me.”
This testimony of love would have sounded creepy to most, but it filled Armand’s heart with warmth and glee. David grabbed the long coat and slid it over Armand’s head. He adjusted it; it covered Armand from his head to a little below his knees. He fiddled with the hood so it would be pulled forward and would conceal his head most. There was a flap to protect one’s lower face, which he buckled. He looked from various angles, came back and moved it a bit until he was satisfied that the cruel gagging Armand had been given would be undetectable.
Chapter 8 – Off They Go
“Very nice, my little schoolboy! It’s impossible to see your bonds and gags. I just need to get you on a leash and then we may go.”
David stepped in front with a spool of fishing line. He kneeled down and lifted the poncho; he pulled the shorts’ zipper down and lowered the Speedos. He pulled the semi-turgid cock out. Armand looked down and saw his abductor tying a noose at the end of the nylon thread. The loop went around his cock and balls, and David tightened it lightly at the base of his friend’s prick.
“If you want to run away, you might lose your willy in the process!”
David pulled the briefs back up and zipped the shorts, letting the end of the line come out the waistband. He cut the line leaving some three or four feet and threaded its end through a small hole he’d punctured just at the crotch level. He wrapped the end of the line to his index finger and tugged lightly over the nylon thread, which got the indignant reaction he expected from his charge. He admired his attempt at not making a noise, but the gasp the gag muffled was still audible.
“You see what I mean. Glad you didn’t squeal like a pig. You’d have paid dearly. I hope you can remain docile like this as we go out. You’re mine to do what I want, so you’d better follow me without complaining.”
Armand nodded meekly. This was serious indeed.
“Perfect. Let me get dressed to get out.”
Armand stayed put while David went to the hall; he came back with tracksuit trousers on and a small backpack on his shoulder; this wasn’t as sexy as his bare legs, yet it did enhance David’s bum. The nylon-like material stretched over his legs and bottom, which was an ever renewed pleasure for Armand’s eyes.
“Off we go, then. Keep close if you don’t want me to squeeze your balls,” David said, catching the end of the fishing line and wrapping it three times around his index finger again, for good this time.
This looked like a lot of preparation for going out in the garden; Armand was starting to realize that taking care of a captive boy was a lot of work. They crossed the main entrance’s threshold; the neighbourhood was high end, and David’s parents had a large house with a huge garden, as did Armand’s. They went down the alley, and passed the path that led to the garden where they played football. The coppices hiding the garden shed were there; it wasn’t their destination, though.
Armand followed docilely; they went down the alley until they reached the gate. They were going out on the street! It was dusk but it wasn’t dark at this time of the year. This was crazy. Where was David taking him? He grumbled something and tried to slow down; it wasn’t much of a change considering he was not exactly travelling at high speed. David picked up on Armand’s reluctance.
A tug on the ‘leash’ brought the unwilling escort to his senses.
“Mmmph!”
David turned around; his frown was clearly disapproving. He flicked his wrist once more, very lightly but the message was clear and Armand felt a jolt of pain coming up his belly.
“You follow me where I tell you to go, pet. This is your fate now. This counts for another fault. Don’t make another one.”
He turned around and resumed walking, Armand in his steps. He literally had him by the balls; this helped to submit him to his whimsy. They walked on the pavement, David looking straight in front. The hood limited Armand’s field of vision. He could only see his friend’s back; well down to the thighs, so he could focus on the pair of buttocks writhing under the tight stretchy fabric. This gave him the walking pace he was expected to follow. He managed to keep up with his walker.
Focusing on this spot also helped to forget they could meet someone they knew. Where on earth could David take him? The bus shelter? The Boy Scouts’ hut?
Armand thought of his own house only when they entered the garden through the back of the property. There was a footpath, which was a shortcut to go to David’s or to school. It saved at least three minutes compared to the route that went through the main entrance, the one where cars could be driving.
Armand was puzzled by their location; he was also relieved that the walk had gone on smoothly. Where on the estate would David keep him? There were many possibilities outside. Yet, they moved towards the house.
The footpath reached the kitchen. The large house – Armand’s mom liked to say ‘the manor’, which was her sons’ favourite name for it too – was a large building that was well over a century old. It was he first building to be erected on the lot; the first owner had been an industrialist who worked in textile. He had only two children, but in these days, people of the upper class had a plentiful staff. They were all housed under the roof, and they had their own staircase at the back of the house.
This upper floor had been completely remodelled a decade ago when Armand’s parents had moved in; their second son was just born and having them upstairs while their own bedroom was on the ground floor seemed to be a good idea when they’d grow up.
So Armand and his little brother Kevin shared the huge space, which was split in two by a narrow corridor. The brothers also shared their own bathroom, which made them quite independent.
“Follow me, pet,” David whispered to Armand’s ear, “we’re going all the way up the stairs.”
David had the key to the kitchen door; he must have nicked it from his bag, Armand thought. They entered the small hall; David made sure it was closed behind them.
“I’ll let the piece of twine go, but you’ll walk in front. Then I can keep an eye on you and prevent any harm if you’re clumsy enough to lose your balance.”
Armand climbed the stairs, taking small steps as his hobbles barely allowed for lifting his foot to the next step; it took longer than usual, of course, but he eventually overcame the thirty-two steps that got him to the third and upper floor, which featured his ‘quarters’.
“Left door,” David whispered once they stepped inside the corridor at the top of the stairs. Armand entered his own bedroom.
It was tidier than when he’d left this morning. No dirty socks or briefs lying around, and his desk had been cleared. He’d have told David if he could have.
David’s room was large, but Armand’s was huge. It was sparsely furnished or at least it seemed this way because of the size of the room. It still featured, on top of the large bed, a large desk a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, two bookshelves, an armchair and two chairs.
“Here we are, then. Your lair, the place where you spend so much time. Being my pet won’t prevent you from being up here often. I thought it would only be fair to show you how I plan to supervise the time you’ll spend in your bedroom. First, though, let’s make you comfortable.”
David removed the poncho from Armand’s shoulders; he had grown warm under the nylon garment and didn’t mind being uncovered. He caught a whiff of his own sweaty smell; his minder smiled, possibly for the same reason.
David pushed him forward. Armand saw the beam on the left side, beyond the chest of drawers that had hidden it from view.
The room covered the left side of the floor, and so it went from ten feet on the right to a little wall that was barely one foot high. Halfway through, along the whole length, three support beams were part of the frame. They were close to six feet; they’d been part of a partition in the original design and they had been kept in the remodelling. They were polished and the sharp angles had been sanded off; they were comfortable to stand against, Armand had experienced their smooth support many times.
Armand had tried self-tie-up at the beams; he’d managed some convincing results, judging from the pics he’d taken; these were on the discs in the hide-out, which was now dangerously close; he hoped there wouldn’t be a search of his room, so his most secret files wouldn’t be found.
It seemed this architectural feature had caught David’s attention; Armand didn’t see how his keeper could have possibly done it over the course of the afternoon; yet the beam had been equipped with coils of rope. Long pieces had been tied to the wooden post at seven points. A clove-hitch in their middle held them to the fixture, with each end looped into a thick coil that hung on each side of the beam.
Chapter 9 – At Stake
Armand quickly visualized the use that could be made of these ropes; once he would be made to stand against the torture pole, these well-laid cords would wrap around him and pin him to it.
This was David’s plan indeed; he put a hand over his charge’s shoulder and had him spin before standing against the stake.
Legs were first, and his ankles, knees -both above and below- and thighs were imprisoned by six to eight turns of soft white cotton rope, tightened so they would play their restraining role while not exerting any painful pressure.
The hands were next, which required removing the chest harness. It wasn’t completely released; once Armand had his arms kept behind the beam in unbeatable handcuffs, it was woven again to have shoulder straps and coils wrapped around his chest. The first turns went under his armpits, the final ones over his arms. They imprisoned his limbs, torso and legs, uniting them with the pole, making Armand despair on any escape possibility.
There were still three pieces to be looped around him; Armand couldn’t see much of what David was doing, as a lot took place behind his back, but he could feel his body wrapped in more impossible to release wraps, with the added ropes being coiled around the existing ones in intricate lashings and frapping knots to increase the tension and reinforce the set-up, making the standing Armand one with the wood structure.
David had toiled in silence; he stood in front of his captive.
“You’ve behaved, which is good. Now, I need another piece of rope, I didn’t have enough space in my backpack. Let me see… Where could you hide your ropes?”
He looked around briefly and headed straight to the bed. There was a drawer underneath, on wheels as extra storage space; what Armand had identified quickly when he’d moved in this room a few yaeras before was that the drawer was not very deep; there was a huge pace between its end and the wall. This made for a great hiding place.
This was where David was going, without the least hesitation. David leaned forward and pulled the drawer a few inches out!
“Mmmmblllm! Mmmmphmm!”
“What’s the matter, pet? Aren’t you happy I don’t have to remove the gag to get the information from you? I know where your secret stash is, so no need for such disturbance!”
He’d seen all the secret stash? When did he manage to search his bedroom?
David pulled the drawer fully out and rolled it away. He got down on all fours. He made sure he wiggled his butt so his prisoner could enjoy the sight. He reached under the bed and pulled back the canvas bag Armand used to store his bondage gear.
David brought the bag and dropped its content at Armand’s feet. There were ropes, handcuffs, chains, padlocks, rolls of tape or gauze, three rubber swim caps of various colours, a memory stick and three cases which contained the discs with Armand’s most secret stories and pics. David picked a long piece of white cotton cord and pushed the rest of the pile away.
David folded it in two; his opponent had a hunch that David’s skill would make the coils holding him to the post even stronger and tighter. He was right indeed. David used the same technique he did in the video with his friend Max. He started from the ankles and wove the two ends upward, strengthening the whole construct if it was even possible.
The long minutes went by in silence again, David focusing on his knots and lashes.
“Done!” he said as he linked the ends of his rope to the chest harness. “Now let me check something.”
He leaned down to have a better look at Armand’s crotch.
“It looks like there’s some wet patch… Did you leak?”
Armand shook his head no; in earnest he thought he hadn’t; he felt quite hard and wondered if he’d been hard enough to have pre-cum flow. David reached with his finger.
“This is wet indeed. Good news for you, it’s not piss. Bad news for you, this means I have to find better ways to keep your little birdie in check.”
David picked the discs and the memory stick. He brushed away the stash of stuff; he then moved toward the bed. From the corner of his eye, Armand saw him fumble with his rucksack; he couldn’t see what he got in there. David then grabbed the pillow and came in front of the prisoner to throw it at his feet.
David got to his knees and pulled down Armand’s zipper. He pulled the gleaming briefs underneath the shorts down; the smell of pre-cum was strong, and another orgasm was needed to move on to the next stage. It took a little effort and ingenuity to get the inflated pecker out of the confines of the stretched piece of nylon. David’s nimble fingers were moved by the desire to enjoy the sight of the covered wonder. It took four seconds to pull the waistband down and release the kraken.
The engorged manhood sprung out proudly. David tickled the mast with his gloved fingers, caressing the shaft and the nut sack; the freed cock twitched under the caress.
“My, Arm, you’re fit for shooting porn, it seems no orgasm can get you tired of sprouting boners! Let me see what I can do.”
Armand couldn’t see much, looking down at his feet, but he saw David moving down on him as he felt his prick being gobbled up by his friend’s moist and warm mouth. Gripping his still shorted buttocks with his hands, David became the leech that fed on his bound prisoner.
The sucking and pumping lasted for a long time; the stimulation got the desired effect. Armand had closed his eyes. A naughty film played over his closed eyelids, in which David was dressed in kinky leather and was approaching a boy bound to a spanking bench. His friend’s good looks in the outfit were astounding. Soon, he saw only his eyes and his intoxicating smile as he felt he was releasing squirts of hiss semen that the mouth avidly swallowed.
The tide receded; the lips were sliding backwards and his softening penis was left to hang. The flood of starts in his brain was also waning. Armand felt some fumbling around his cock and balls. David’s fingers? What was this hard stuff?
He heard a click; David stood, his actual cheeky smile moving Armand as the imagined one had. He looked down. There was some plastic thing over his cock. A chastity cage! He’d seen them on websites; this one wasn’t big and contained his cock and balls completely.
“With this little thing on, and me holding the key, I’m sure any orgasm you get will be under my supervision. It’ll be authorized by me only, which you’d better get used to soon.”
“Mmmmbllmm? Ghmmhmmph! Mmmblllmm?!”
“”Indeed, and this is especially important when you are in your bedroom. The chastity device is a good way to know you won’t waste your time wanking when you have homework or other assignments to perform.”
The undecipherable wail that followed managed to convey the sense of despair at the prospect of enforced chastity. It didn’t bother the abductor in the least; he took all the time he needed to pull the briefs over the PVC thing he’d equipped Armand with before he adjusted his shorts back on, and buttoned and zipped them so the device was properly covered.
“This will be very beneficial to you, your grades will improve; your relationships with your peers will become more fruitful. At least, your relationship with me is likely to be more fruitful, when I feel it is time to release a little pressure off your balls, once or twice per month.”
“Mmmph?”
This was a more inquisitive reaction. There was no acknowledgement of his interrogation in reply.
“Now I’m sure you won’t bother me, I will have a look at these discs and memory stick; I wonder if there is any stuff on it that I haven’t seen.”
Armand froze and refrained from uttering the indignant grunt he felt like casting. No need to attract David’s attention on his secret files further. Maybe David would have trouble finding the incriminating folders.
From his standpoint, supported tight against the beam, David could see his captor sitting at his desk; he was too far away to make out any text on the screen. He couldn’t figure out which folders David was currently browsing until a picture was actually opened.
It featured one of Armand’s self-pole tie. There had been a few sessions in which he’d experimented, using the digital camera’s remote control. David had opened what was possibly his most successful attempt, which he’d performed a few weeks before. He was dressed in his tracksuit, which highlighted the whiteness of the ropes he’d wrapped himself in. It was shiny navy blue nylon; he’d owned it for a few years and it was becoming a bit too small. For this particular photo-shoot, this was just what he needed. Armand had developed some techniques to tie his legs and chest properly; his arms were not very well restrained so he could get out of the ropes. It still looked good when filmed from the front.
Armand’s concern wasn’t as much about the quality of his photographs but the nature of some of the documents, which recorded Armand’s liking for various fetishes and paraphilia. What would David think?
“It seems there’s some good stuff I hadn’t seen before. I’ll take a look. Let me first see how your webcam works; it’ll make it easy to see whether you follow the guidelines I give you.”
The film stopped before the gag experiments the young videographer had filmed started. Armand had taped one of his sneakers over his nose, and he didn’t want his mate to get any idea out of this, considering David emitted strong bodily smells.
The young home-invader launched the webcam’s software; he picked up the small round cylinder resting above the LCD monitor and directed it towards the boy kept trussed up to the beam. David took a few pictures and then a short video.
“It works great. This will allow proper supervision.”
Armand wondered about being under his friend’s scrutiny all the time, even in his bedroom. He had fantasized about being a prisoner many times, and some of the abductors in these little kinky narratives kept a constant watch over him, which aroused him greatly. Faced with the prospect of being genuinely deprived of masturbating, Armand had doubts over his resistance to the actual ordeal.
He reasoned there would be moments when he’d be able to escape from his sight, in the bathroom for instance. Then he thought that with the cock cage, it wouldn’t help much. Even on his own he wouldn’t get sexual release.
David was fiddling with his phone, apparently messaging someone. He turned toward his captive.
“So far you may guess I have planned my controlling you thoroughly. I think technology really helps, of course. But flesh and blood humans remain a good way to watch over a prisoner.”
Armand wondered about these last words’ relevance. He heard noise outside in the long corridor; who could this be? His little brother was supposed to be spending the afternoon at a friend’s. There were footsteps indicating there were more than one person, and some rattling and clicking sounds, which Armand associated with chains. He turned his head towards the door.
Chapter 10 – Up a Notch or Two
Nobody knocked; the button turned and the door opened. Kevin entered, dressed in the same sports outfit David and he had been wearing for the first part of the afternoon. His baby brother was followed by another boy; rather, he was dragging him behind him. The boy had a collar to which a leash was fixed, with Kevin holding on to its end firmly.
“Hey Kevin,” David greeted, “you were fast.”
“Yeah, I was expecting your message.”
Kevin’s gaze darted over his brother, taking in the extent of the distress his older sibling was in. Trussed up as tightly as could be, and mercilessly gagged, David had performed at the highest level.
“This is quite a fine tie-up you’ve given Armand.”
He had moved towards his brother, with the boy in tow. This newcomer wore an outfit that matched the one Armand was wearing.
There were questions running through Armand’s mind. He had to know what the deal was. What devious scheme were his captors involved in?
“Mmmmph! Mmmblmmph! Grmmmfmmm!”
The other schoolboy was restrained with ropes, which made for an impressive harness. He was gagged well and wore a blindfolding sleep mask, which made his identification difficult; David helped out by lifting the piece of black nylon. Eyelids fluttered, the boy needing to adapt to light. Once there was more than a nose to be seen, Armand recognized the boy his brother dragged in. It was Charles, another one of his school and choir mates.
Kevin was looking closely at the pole tie his brother was in while David inspected Charles’s restraints. Armand grumbled calls for explanations, which were ignored. What the hell was his little brother doing in his room? And why had he bound and subjugated Charles much as David had done him?
“Good job, Kev, Charles must be grateful to your skills; you haven’t left him much of a chance to escape this time.”
“No way can he dodge my discipline. It’s the tenth time in a row I win the escape challenge; or Charles lose it, depending how you see it. Of course, this means Charles has to undergo another one of the punishing tie-ups. He’s been in a ball-tie and two different hogties since last night so far. This has been quite a workout, what with all the wriggling and squirming he’s performed.”
“Yes, you have been a good keeper for our young Charles over the last few months. I can hear Armand is a bit puzzled to see you lads here. Though I’ve already let him know he would be supervised twenty-four-seven so it should be no surprise that I will need some help, extra ears and eyes that ensure any fault he makes is known from me.”
Armand remembered David’s words throughout the afternoon about monitoring him at all times; he’d thought this was some role-play; David was good at making up stories. But the chastity cage and now having Kevin as an assistant in enforcing his discipline… This was too much!
“Grmmmph! Mmmmbllmmmfgmm!”
“Keep it down, pet; I get it you’re actually glad to learn your little brother is in the know, but no need to thank me so loudly. Kevin is actually quite good at disciplining naughty boys, so he’ll be a trusted assistant to me. Go ahead, Kev, tell your bro what is on the schedule for this weekend, and for the weeks to come. I’ll handle Charles.”
David picked the pillow he’d kneeled on to blow Armand and threw it at Charles feet. He had him kneel while he got his ropes ready to get him into an inescapable kneeling hogtie. Kevin had picked a handful of papers from the desk. The mystery of who had tidied his room and laid ropes around the beam was cleared.
Kevin had apparently even brought stuff he would use in what promised to be a long initiation. Armand was trying to recover from the surprise and dismay of having his baby brother involved in this particularly strict tie-up game; being introduced to his little brother while bound and gagged was shocking enough, learning the innocent Kevin was a dreadful disciplinarian got his mind reeling. His little brother approached him, rubbing his gloved hands in a satisfied manner, relishing the sight of his helpless elder.
“Now, Armand, it seems you’ve gotten yourself into quite a pickle again. Having you so nicely trussed up and so effectively gagged will allow me to explain a few things on what is expected from you from now on. You see, we’ve discussed your handling with David for a little while. We’ve put a few things down on paper. First of all, here is the agreement you will have to sign before the end of the weekend. It sets the rules and duties for you. One. I, Armand, agree to be supervised by other boys, which means I will do chores they give me or follow their guidelines concerning how I spend my time. Two. They may groom me and restrain me in any way they like when I am under their supervision. This includes gags and any implement used to do so. Three. They may touch me everywhere in the course of washing and when generally handling me while restrained; this includes corporal punishment which will be lavished when I don’t comply well enough.”
Kevin stopped, lifting his eyes from the paper and darting a mischievous wink at his older brother.
“This is it, it’s quite simple, but it covers quite a few situations, as we may see later on. I’ve been waiting for an occasion to truss you up myself for a few weeks now, and seeing you at last all bound and vulnerable, with one of your silencing gags on top, while knowing I will be able to help you out in binding you further in the future.”
Armand’s adrenaline levels were rising; these three simple rules were so broad, he had no doubt either David or worse, Kevin, could use them to get him into total servitude all the time. He tried to warn them of his disagreement trying to let Kevin know he’d better ‘let me go right away, you little freak!’
“Grmmmgmmmrffmmm, grmrfmmmph!”
He shook his head vehemently to convey his opposition to the treatment; alas, this did trigger another reaction that was in line with what had happened to him so far. Though this was a possibility, he was hoping he would eventually manage to get through. Kevin didn’t hear it that way.
“He’s a bit agitated David. Maybe pinning his head to the beam would help him calm down?”
David was almost done tying the rings of cord which kept Charles’s calves against his thighs. The boy seemed able to keep his balance, as if he were simply sitting on his heels for a prayer. David paused for a moment, looking at Kevin and casting a glance at Armand.
“Indeed you should. He’s under the silence rule anyway. There’s all you need in the bag.”
Armand could no longer be sure of the situation, but he thought that there had been no mention of the rule since they’d come inside the bedroom. He must have broken it repeatedly with grunts, moans and gagged pleas.
Kevin fumbled inside the large duffel bag with Armand’s gear. He took out two rolls of strapping wrap, the reusable rubbery type that sticks to itself, and three silk scarves which he folded to get a small, thick pad.
He wrapped two turns of the fiendish coban wrap, which locked Armand’s jaws and crushed his lips further. Leaving the remainder of the roll over his lips, Kevin laid the fabric pad between Armand’s head and the beam before he did two more turns that went behind the beam this time. Two more wrappings were performed, over Armand’s forehead this time. The little boy used one ahnd to hold the roll, the other to guide the rubbery fabric over Armand’s head. Kevin wasn’t exactly soft, and his big brother’s head was soon as securely restrained as the rest of his body.
“There, Armand. This will help you to better understand that you’re not to speak.”
Chapter 11 – Fraternity Hazing
“Mmmph! Mmmbllmm!”
The pleas sounded really pitiful. Yet they didn’t get any positive feedback from their target.
“Silence rule?” Kevin asked, his face even closer to Armand’s, his index threateningly pointing upwards.
Armand stopped. What was it with this silence rule? Wasn’t he gagged and prevented from making any annoying comments anyway?
“It seems our new recruit is not really good at following guidelines, Dave. Did he break the silence rule with you too?”
“I’d lie if I said he didn’t. He actually broke it seven times.”
Armand was tempted to beg through his gag for more information and details. He hadn’t been told seven times about this damn rule, so it was fair to think David kept his own count; this made Armand stand still.
Kevin was flicking though his papers.
“That’s fourteen hundred penalty points. Any other issue this afternoon that adds to the tally?”
David put the finishing touch to Charles’s bondage by tightening the chest harness so his elbows would touch; he sprang to his feet and joined the brothers. Armand had the faces of both his captors in his field of vision. The handsome features were brightened by grins that came with the explanations.
“No escape attempt or rebelliousness. I did have to tug on his willy when we got outside my house, but I will not even count this against him,” David stated, magnanimously, “Overall, I had made sure to have equipment that made it totally vain to even try, but he’s rather behaved.”
“Any hygiene issue, then? It would be great if he’d managed on this front, and if the number of penalty points didn’t go up, as fourteen hundred is already quite a lot…”
David never felt better than when he could act; had there been a camera to record his performance, it would have made for a lesson in acting. He seemed genuinely distressed by what he had to say.
“I wish I could bring you good news, Kev, but Armand soiled his underwear twice this afternoon. He’s offered to remedy it by prewashing it, and he’s actually doing this as we speak, as I crammed his cum-covered undies inside his mouth before fully gagging him.”
“Twice? This makes for one thousand points! Darn, this will make for a lot of punishment. Should I subtract a few points because of his sucking-on-his-dirty-undies penance?”
“Sure, how many is it worth on the chart?”
“Fifty points. So it’s only nine hundred and fifty points, then.”
Armand wondered what this penalty and reward chart Kevin was gawking at was like. But there seemed he would find out soon, both his tormentors revelling in causing him discomfort by laying out possible treatments and reading the helpless pleas he tried to send with his eyes, which were the only remaining way to do so considering the restraints fully immobilizing him. Armand tried not to have the sadistic little pair add to this tally, which promised such harsh punishments down the line; he refrained from emitting the least sound.
“Yes, Arm, good behaviour is rewarded. David suggested I help out with this first punishment of yours, so it would set some standards and you understand what is expected from you. By the way, it’s better to avoid getting penalty points, since the reward points usually don’t amount to a lot.”
“Excellent point, Kev. Now, tell your brother about how we intend to enforce discipline and punish unacceptable behaviours.”
“Yes, indeed. Ten points can be redeemed by a chore, one hour tied up tight or ten whacks over the buttocks.”
Armand managed to suppress an outburst of vocal indignation. His eyes opening yet wider did carry his message, though.
“Oh, yes, pet, this may sound harsh, but if we don’t challenge you enough, how can you learn and improve?”
David then turned to Kevin; seeing his tormentors smiling at each other was not comforting for Armand.
“I think we could have Armand stay one hour at his pole; this qualifies for a strict tie-up. We can use this time to introduce Charles to your big brother.”
The two accomplices got out of Armand’s face; they took two steps behind and kneeled next to Charles who was holding quite straight, his butt resting on his heels. With his two captors out of the way, Armand could see him almost entirely. It required some effort, since he couldn’t move his head. He saw him almost to his knees.
So here was one of his fellow-singers and schoolmate, dressed and restrained in a way that was similar to his. What long past of tie-up games did he have? For that matter, would he get to hear about David’s own tie-up activities? He’d disclosed the games with Max, but who else did he play with? Armand was all ears to find out more, as it was the only thing he could actually do.
“So, Kev, you could start telling Armand how you got acquainted with Charles?”
His little brother had a wide grin plastered over his face, relishing the role he had in this game. He had a hand protectively laid over Charles’s shoulder; it could also be read as a sign of asserting dominance over the trussed up boy.
“It’s been a while now. It’s been three months last week, actually. But you can help me with the details if I forget, David. You introduced me to Charles.”
“I did. I wanted to see how you would react to spending an afternoon with Charles.”
David paused and looked at the younger boy, indicating he could go on.
“I was invited one Saturday afternoon at Max’s. He’d asked for some help with his homework.”
This was plausible; Kevin had good grades. He was also quite sociable, so his helping out friends wasn’t uncommon.
“We had the house to ourselves until his parents would be back in the evening. Max told me straight away he didn’t really need help for maths. He had a secret to tell me. He had me swear to keep what I would see secret, whatever I thought of it. We went up to his room, and this is where Charles was. With you, Dave. I had never seen someone so much wrapped in ropes. Max told me they were playing prisoner. You see, Charles is the captive and he needs to try and escape.”
Armand saw David patting the other captive boy’s head at the mention of his docility. The boy looked like he was cooing despite the severe position that had been forced on him. His little brother went on merrily.
“If he fails, then he has to pay a forfeit. This time, Charles hadn’t escaped from the chair, so it meant he had to clean up Max’s room. So Dave and Max untied him, but they held him strongly. They had chains and padlocks that they put on him, and so he could move a little. And David offered me to watch over Charles as he tidied the bedroom. We even had him clean up the bathroom. And he stays gagged the whole time, so he couldn’t talk back and it was easier to have him obey. There have been many afternoons of babysitting Charles since. Now I know how to handle a prisoner, so you see, Arm, you’re in good hands!”
There was chuckling from the boys and a grunt from Charles as David twisted his left nipple through his shirt.
Chapter 12 – Showing Off
“Should I tell more about Charles? Or is it time for Armand’s spanking?”
“We’re quite a long way from a full hour. If you don’t feel like telling more about what you’ve done with Charles, maybe you can show Armand what you’re capable of…”
“Brill idea! I’ll get Slavy into a ball-tie; this is a strict one, so it will send Armand a message. It might help if you give me a hand.”
Kevin’s accomplice wholeheartedly accepted; over the next thirty minutes, Armand witnessed the expertise his younger brother had when it came to tying knots and using ropes to restrain someone. Kevin led the whole manoeuvre, though Armand wondered how he could have managed without David. The obvious answer was Charles’s submissiveness.
The two abductors started by freeing his legs, at least untying the ropes that kept them folded and had him stand. There were still coils wrapped at the top of his thighs, above and below the knees and at the ankles. Kevin added some turns at the waist; he then spent some time fiddling with the rope harness. David pointed twice to mistakes, which weren’t commented upon, preventing Armand from understanding what his brother was doing.
It became clearer once Kevin was done with the torso. There were coils wrapped around Charles’s torso, imprisoning his arms with his hands bound behind him. All these turns of rope were knotted leaving some loose ends dropping around the prisoner.
Kevin had Charles sit on the carpet, with David staying behind to help their charge do so without falling and bumping any sensitive part of his anatomy.
“Hold him upright, Dave. You might hold him under the armpits.”
David had no issue receiving instructions from a younger kid, Armand thought. A high level of cooperation didn’t bode well for the abducted boy. He kept his eyes on the villains handling their victim.
Kneeling behind Charles the feral blond made his body into a back rest for the bound boy. Armand understood how the ropes had been arranged. The loose ends sticking out from the circles imprisoning Charles were to be wrapped and tied up further. Armand was surprised no one made a stupid pun as they tackled this final stage of the punishing binding..
The rope around Charles’s chest and passing under his armpits were grabbed by the younger boy. He pushed the feet forward, raising his knees and he passed the rope around his thighs. He tightened it slowly; David helped by grabbing the knees and pulling them to his chest. They did one more turn and tightened it before Kevin tied a square knot.
“I should be able to manage the rest, Dave. If you could get both kitchen chairs that are in the living-room…”
Armand’s friend smiled at the suggestion; he quickly got to his feet and dashed outside the room.
Kevin first removed his lying captive’s shoes and socks; there were faint grunts of protest from Charles as having his footwear nicked. Armand saw his brother sniffing the socks he’d removed from a distance, which brought a frown over his face.
“Phew! I just remembered that you didn’t change socks for three days, Charlie. Hey, Arm, want to get a whiff?”
Armand had no interest in smelling cheesy socks, yet the question was rhetorical. Kevin tied the toes of the long white socks together and added it as a final layer over Armand’s imprisoned head. The boy came over and displayed a sense of etiquette in his gesture, as if trapping stinky socks under Armand’s nostrils was the greatest honour the prisoner could be granted. The smell was strong, but he couldn’t avoid it.
“Mmmmrbllm?!”
“Did I say the silence rule is off?”
This was enough to have Armand quit moaning; there was uncertainty on what his breaches in rules could bring. Nevertheless, he could expect his jailers to retaliate in some very nasty ways.
Kevin got back to Charles and the rope work he’d undertaken. All of the ‘loose ends’ were tightened this time; most were used to link his folded legs against his torso, like the ones around his ankles which were linked to the belt that went around his waist. The ends of one of the ropes around his knees were threaded down to reinforce the various coils and pull his heels further towards his bum.
“Darn, Kevin, this looks good.” David brought the chairs a short distance from the lion tamer handling a fierce animal.
“Thanks. His thighs are glued to his chest and belly, and his calves to the back of these thighs. Give me a hand to take care of his,” he said, pointing to Charles’s wrists pinned under him as he lay over his back.
They pushed him on the side and untied his arms before they could restrain them in a more sustainable position, taking them in front of the ball-tied body. His elbows were fixed to their matching thighs and his hands were bound to each of his ankles.
Kevin stood and grabbed the chairs, which he set on each side of the boy whom they’d gotten over his back again. From Armand’s point of view, the round buttocks and the fleshy body carved by the rope tension made for a great show. He saw there were still small ends to the ropes; they were used to bind the boy to the chairs’ legs. Once this was completed, Kevin showed the chairs.
“After so much effort, we could get a little rest.”
They sat on a chair each, their looks going from the boy ball-tied between them to the one bound to the beam a few feet in front of them. Their weights pinned the chairs to the floor; Charles’s writhing no longer allowed the little motion they had so far, sliding over the wooden floorboard.
Both sitters had an arm that could easily reach Charles, and they undertook to make contact with him, slowly and softly to start with.
“Our guests can’t do much but they can still listen. I should tell Armand about Charles’s beginnings, three years ago. After all, he’s the one who got serious stuff started in the neighbourhood.”
“Go ahead, Dave! I’ve heard bits and pieces, but I don’t mind being told once again. There are so many cool stories about Charles…”
Armand’s little brother sure had a taste for subjugating the teenager, if his grin revealing his canine teeth was to be believed. Armand saw the positive response from David, who was keen on telling about tie-up activities. He saw their looks and understood that Charles would have to endure some torture from their fingers on top of having his bondage secrets revealed while he was severely restrained and gagged; he couldn’t counter any lie or embellishment David could make. He was also entirely vulnerable to the soft touch of ten digits.
These were times when Charles braced for the ordeal.
“Much as you, Armand, our little Charles started enjoying tie-up from a very early age. He had older cousins who helped him out with this when he was eight. The lad did get some training from his teen relatives, Charles told a lot of great stories of these times. But what really started our little club took place a little over two years ago, when he was twelve.”
Armand wondered about all the circumvolutions; and still, no way to enquire about his explanations.
Chapter 13 – Encounter in the Woods
“Charles had found out ways to start the game with his cousins. He sent them a short story telling of some kidnapping. This time he had made up some tale about smugglers who were disturbed by a kid detective. Charles was spending the week at his cousins’. They were fourteen and seventeen, so they were considered old enough to babysit their younger cousin. This game offered the benefit of getting the brat out of their hair too.”
This made sense, though Armand felt like keeping him bound and gagged hadn’t really given David much free time.
“So he spent the first two days trussed up on a chair; it was raining outside, so outdoors tie-up wasn’t too good an idea. His cousins were kind enough to have the TV on so he wouldn’t become bored. They were good at restraints too, and Charles was challenged to escape their ropes. They were too good for him though, and even if he tried hard, he didn’t get any leeway from their grip.”
There was some reaction from Charles; Armand couldn’t tell if it was caused by the story or the boys’ fingers, which were now softly caressing the exposed soles. Kevin’s and David’s digits looked innocent from a distance, but they were actually delivering expert tickling. Charles’s total immobility and his inability to express his disagreement left him powerless in the hands of his captors. David went on with his tale completely ignoring his charge’s reactions.
“There were some nice indoors games they played, like escape challenges or timed moving from one end of the room to the other. The important episode took place on the third day, though.”
Dave went on with his story-telling and his prodding of the bound form lying between Kevin and himself.
“It was sunny on that third day, so they decided to go outside. Charles’s cousins lived in the countryside and the back of their garden opened on woods. They loved going to play there. To entertain Charles they pretended the smugglers had decided to hide him from possible rescuers by binding him to a tree in the back of the woods.”
The tickling calmed down, allowing Charles to remember that day. Paul and John, his cousins, had walked him from the house with his arms bound behind his back and hobbles at the legs. They made fun of his gagged attempts at begging for mercy. Upon arrival in the clearing that was to host him for the day, Charles was made to stand against the tree; they had used all the ropes to do so, and they had added a scarf over the three layers already gagging him.
David told the story while adding interesting details; the story was second-hand, yet the storyteller didn’t mind and told it as if he’d been there. The core of the narrative was left unchanged, though. John and Paul left him bound to his tree, coming to visit every now and then. It felt like he was really lost, deep in the woods, so far away from anyone able to rescue him.
He heard steps as it was close to noon. Instead of Paul or John, though it was a boy closer to his age who showed up in the clearing, right in front of Charles. It was Tom, or Thomas as he asked to be called these days. He was a schoolmate of Charles’s and a fellow-singer from the choir.
The state he was in implied a small number of possible reactions for Charles. Non-verbal language was almost impossible and he couldn’t speak an intelligible word.
“Mmmph? Gmmmpblmmm? Mmmm!”
Thomas didn’t say a word but came closer to Charles and started inspecting the rope work, with a little smile over his face. He tightened a knot here and there, getting muted grumbles in response. After two minutes of checking Charles was trussed up properly to his tree, Thomas stood in front of the prisoner.
“I had no clue you were into tie-up games, Charles. Glad to know about it. Have fun, my friend, and don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
Thomas left and ten minutes later John popped up in the clearing. Charles was certain his cousins were in cahoots with Thomas and it was part of the game. Nevertheless, he tried to inform his relative of the surprise visit his friend had just made. It was to no avail. John told him to quiet down; he would have him drink something the next time he’d be around. Once he’d seen everything was fine with the prisoner, he left.
He had barely been gone thirty seconds when Thomas popped out from behind a tree.
“Your cousin is a jerk, Charles. I could untie you to play a prank, but I respect other people’s job too much to mess it up completely.”
These cryptic words quickly became clearer; Charles felt Thomas carefully remove the ropes keeping him pinned to the tree, while keeping his limbs bound. He seemed quite skilled, in Charles’s memories.
Charles was pulled out of his daydream by a bout of tickling. His soles turned upwards were an easy target for his tormentors. He grunted in the gag, to no avail. Charles focused on the story to try and forget what was going on. His young master was a decent storyteller. Kevin’s narrative didn’t linger too much on details, but it was faithful to the one Charles had shared in writing with the gang.
“Thomas released Charles from the tree, but then he was still well bound in ropes. Thomas added a rope around his neck, so he could tug on the leash and have Charles follow him as a puppy dog. Our Charles was docile enough, so he didn’t give Thomas too much grief. He’s this well trained!”
Another attack of the digits got the supposedly obedient pup to wriggle and groan.
“Thomas took him through the woods; they arrived at their destination ten minutes later. I’m sure you won’t believe me, Arm, and well, it’s difficult for Charles to let you know I’m not fibbing, but I’m not. You see, Thomas took him to his great uncle’s place!”
The idea of perverted relatives preying on boys wasn’t one Armand was too keen on, at least in real life. Fictional characters could endure this, real life boys much less.
“His name is Edmund, and Thomas didn’t fear showing him Charles, all trussed up and gagged. He was even proud of this.”
“Yes, Kevin, this must impress Armand. Great uncle Edmund was quite a character, and he played an important role in our little group’s story. We can tell it later on, for now I think Armand is getting jealous from all the touching we do to Charles.”
“It’d be a shame that he thought we don’t care about him,” Kevin grinned, standing up and heading towards his brother.
It was going to be a long evening for the captives.
Chapter 14 – Into the Groove
Armand had first been kidnapped by David almost one week ago; yet the teenage boy felt like he’d been under his friend’s and his brother’s control forever. For now, he stood in the position he’d been in when he’d been introduced to Charles one week previous: he was bound to a pole. There had been a short discussion between David and Kevin as school was out on that Friday evening; this daily meeting assessing Armand’s behaviour had become a habit, even if it was only the third time it took place.
“His maths mark was not as good as he’d planned. Plus he spoke to Steve, which we had forbidden yesterday.”
Armand’s communications were all controlled strictly. A protocol to engage with his schoolmates had been defined. He wasn’t supposed to initiate a conversation, yet he couldn’t ignore other boys. He’d seen David frowning when he’d greeted Steve upon arrival this morning.
As a result, it had been decided he would spend the time before dinner trussed up to one of the support beams in his attic bedroom. Armand had walked back home, ten feet ahead of Kevin who made sure he walked straight. Armand had to keep upright, eyes forward; he could feel his little brother’s gaze weighing on him.
Once home, Armand was granted fifteen minutes for a snack and a trip to the bathroom where he was to don his schoolboy uniform after attending to his hygiene needs and duties. Kevin was waiting for him in the living room.
“Position two!”
Armand complied and got his hands crossed behind his neck, standing straight with his feet one foot apart. This was Kevin’s preferred position when he wanted to inspect Armand from up close. Kevin made sure he’d cleaned up under his armpits and that his dick and arse were clean too, which required lowering the older boy’s shorts and underwear, the cleanliness of which were also the object of the barely pubescent boy’s attention.
The chastity cage was an object of fascination for Kevin. He found it great that his big brother would wear such a sign of imprisonment under his clothes. David had explained Armand how to keep it clean, so Kevin kneeled in front of the boy standing at attention and got his face an inch away from his sibling’s trapped cock. It looked clean and it smelled of soap.
“Glad to see you didn’t skip a stage in your preparation. This means I won’t have to give you penalties. I have homework to do, so I can’t really spend too much time on taking care of you.”
Being bossed around by his kid brother had become the norm for the last week. Kevin had David to rat his little trainee out to, and the little blighter had no scruples doing so. The three hours in a super strict hogtie Armand had spent on Monday evening had resulted from Kevin texting Armand’s friend when a drop of pee had been spotted in Armand’s dark nylon briefs.
Kevin pulled the underwear and shorts back up, adjusting it so it fit just right.
“Hands behind your back.”
The cold grip of steel surrounded Armand’s wrists and he heard two clicks; he was now cuffed.
“Open your mouth.”
This was common now coming from his little brother, who seemed to derive a peculiar enjoyment from depriving his older brother of speech. Armand had to comply so he opened his mouth. Kevin’s little hand appeared in Armand’s field of vision, holding some rolled-up fabric. The initial colour had to be yellow, but there were patches that were darker.
Armand caught a whiff of the ball Kevin was offering his mouth when it was about to slide through his lips. The strong and pungent smell of sweaty boys’ feet was unmistakable. It was acrid and foul. The taste matched the aroma. This couldn’t be, and Armand tried to fight the mouth-filling ball with his tongue.
Kevin already had his small hand clamped over the captive’s mouth, fiddling with the sock underneath to get it back fully inside Armand’s gob.
“Don’t be difficult, Armand. This might be a bit gross, as this is one of Pendergast’s socks I borrowed from the changing rooms…”
Guy Pendergast! Armand remembered the boy had been made fun of for having smelly feet when they changed. He was cute nevertheless, and Armand had paid more attention to how their classmate looked in their regulatory physical education kit. The school’s outfitters had designs no brand that would have been in fashion forty years before, showing lot of legs and hugging his fellow-students’ bums in the loveliest ways. Armand was left to wonder how good looks could go along with such an horrid stench; Kevin was already using a knotted bandana to prevent any spitting out of the wadding.
“My, Arm, I won’t count this as a penalty but you’d better get a grip on yourself if you want me to remain so lenient.”
Armand stood still, waiting for more bondage or further instructions.
“I like a tidy gag,” Kevin said, folding a silk square to make a two-inch wide strip. He laid it over Armand’s lower neck and removed any slack from the knot he tightened over his brother’s neck. The younger boy had a knack for making it cling over his captive’s face.
“Move on, prisoner, we’re heading to your cell.”
Armand obeyed, still assessing the gag’s quality. This wouldn’t have been a good silencing mean in itself, but as an extra layer it certainly worked well. It looked good too, from the reflection Armand got of himself in the entrance hall’s mirror. The device holding his penis in check was tested; the masochistic boy tended to be aroused by the sight of his gagged face; the reflections the shiny silk provided were particularly appealing.
The journey inside the house was short and no specific issue arose. Once in Armand’s ‘cell’, which his bedroom had become, Kevin wrapped leather cuffs above Armand’s knees.
“Let’s get you to tidy the room and get the post ready for your little stay.”
The little boy finished his job by getting Armand’s wrists cuffed in front. The teenager scanned his bedroom. There was no dirty laundry, yet he hadn’t had time to make his bed in the morning. He quickly sorted this out. Once finished, he looked at his young tormentor, who pointed to the middle beam, the one David had roped him to that first time.
Armand knew exactly what was expected from him; there was a sports bag with white ropes at the foot of the post; Armand took the coils of white cord, folded them in two and fixed six long coils to the beam with a clove hitch. He paid specific attention to rolling the long ends so there would be no mess. This was something his captors insisted much on; he was to take an active part into his own bindings.
“We want you to assist us into watching over you. Of course, don’t even think of using this as an opportunity to get looser bonds, it would be very strictly retaliated against.”
Hence Armand decorated the beam with six coils which would allow for a strong trussing up. He was getting used to this. His brother kept a close watch. Armand made the knots regular and tight and turned to his young ward for approval.
Chapter 15 – Memories…
“This seems fine. We’ll see if you did your job properly. Stand against the post.”
Armand took his spot and his little brother started his weaving job. Once he’d wrapped his victim into numerous coils of rope, pinning him to the beam well, he took care of his hands, which he handcuffed behind the beam. He used more ropes to make the initial rings surrounding his brother into a tense and tight maze making him one with the post.
“Done! Get out of this, if you can…”
Armand was kept in the tight embrace of a large group of boa constrictors.
“You’d better focus on the reasons of your punishment and on ways to improve your behaviour so it doesn’t happen again…”
Kevin gave this last piece of advice before he left the room, locking the door behind him.
Armand had all time needed to review the whole week; each day had been eventful and something had happened which justified being kept bound and gagged at the hands of his little brother and his sexy abductor for various durations. David had thankfully used the magic key locking the chastity device twice since he’d been fitted with it.
He’d received tie-up sentences for speaking out of turn, getting bad grades, being late after class when he was expected to meet with Kevin and David. He could only be grateful for David apparently liking to wank him; yet the chastity part of his penalty was certainly the toughest to bear. Waiting for his captor while trussed up to the post took its toll, but being unable to grow hard with all the thoughts he had about his adventures was a few notches more demanding.
Armand had realized over the week ho much he’d become used to masturbation; he hoped his behaviour would be deemed proper and that David had plans to grant him some release. It had now been a while since Kevin had left him in the company of the pole who was such a close friend. What was in store for him next?
Armand recalled the episode from the previous week; Kevin had insisted for Armand being untied from the beam. They stopped telling about Charles and Thomas’s relative, Edmund; Armand didn’t mind getting a break but he was frustrated not to be told what happened to Charles at the hands of Thomas. He wasn’t left to daydream for long, his supervisors having plans for him they wanted to enact.
“Maybe we should save some of Charles’s adventures for later on, Dave. For now, we could have Arm pay up a few penalty points by warming up his behind.”
“This is certainly on the agenda, Kev. It’s tough to manage this with Armand’s back against the beam.”
“Right. But I think I know how we can move him so his bum is accessible.”
Kevin had led the manoeuvre to his brother’s dismay. David found the tyke an acceptable fellow abductor and followed his guidelines and instructions. Thinking about the week he’d been under the boys’ control, Armand had been most puzzled by his younger brother’s taste for dominating him.
Kevin was his brother, so he didn’t feel any attraction towards him, yet he was somewhat grateful to be kept in chastity as the treatments he underwent when on the upper floor of their house aroused him nonetheless. This was nowhere as hot as being under David’s paws, yet there was something exciting knowing his kid brother was David’s accomplice in subjugating him.
Once he been freed from the ropes keeping him pinned to the beam the week before, Kevin had given his older brother a first-hand experience of what his tying-up skills were. With just his ankles roped and his hands bound behind his back, Armand was made to stand facing the beam he’d just been untied from.
“Bend over!”
Kevin’s order came with a hand pressing between the lanky teen’s shoulder blades. He folded at the waist, his head brushing against the pole as he complied with his brother’s demand. David helped out by catching his hands and pulling them up towards the beam. His wrists were encircled with rope again and soon united to the post, with Armand folded in two. A ballet of hands coiling and knotting ropes ensued. They pushed Armand’s legs closer to the beam. The two pairs of hands prodded, pulled and adjusted so the folded boy was as tight to the beam as possible. The knotting of various pieces of short rope got him to be kept strictly; Armand was thankful for the four turns around his waist which provided a belt that allowed him to relax a bit. No motion was possible, though.
The candidate to spanking ended up folded in two, his spine and forearms pressed against the beam, ropes fixing him to the wooden post at wrists, elbows and ankles. His legs had been bound in more white cord above and below the knees.
“I’ll fetch the camera, Dave, this looks great. What do you think, Charles?”
This was a rhetorical question, considering Charles couldn’t see much as he was still over his back between the chairs; and he was till muzzled, which made any polite reply impossible. Kevin seemed to be fond of his submissive friend.
Armand didn’t find the position comfortable at all. He felt how exposed his behind was. Kevin was apparently inspired by the sight of the round shorted bottom.
“Let’s help Armand out and go for thirty points; it’s a bit more than our usual fare, but I feel generous and this will allow us to cross out thirty points!”
“This is nice of you, Kev. Here is Armand’s slipper, don’t hurt your hand.”
Armand had never been spanked; he had horsed around with friends, of course, but he’d never undergone actual corporal punishment; his parents for once didn’t believe in using it to raise their sons.
‘Whack’
The first blow landed in the middle, making contact with both cheeks; Armand could feel it, yet he didn’t find it painful. Kevin had some training; the following whacks came from different angles and aimed at a buttock at a time and caused a stinging sensation. When blow number five landed on Armand’s right buttock, it was sharp enough to cause him to protest into his gag.
David had kneeled next to his charge. Armand could turn his head enough to look at his captor.
“Isn’t it nice to have a loving brother who will get out of his way to have his elder behave?”
Armand’s eyes were watery from the pain Kevin was inflicting upon him; he gritted his teeth in order not to cry in front of David. He would take it like a man.
The passionately delivered spanking came to an end. Armand wondered how much longer he’d have held on; he was grateful for the punishment to end.
There had been no other spanking during the week; Kevin didn’t hesitate ‘motivating’ his older brother with a slap on the buttocks or thighs in the course of their daily activities, but no ritualized butt whipping had happened.
The bound boy was reminiscing the week, wondering whether something had happened which would justify some more attacks on his derriere. His fate had been discussed for the evening, but his minders never gave him much information on their plans, which was meant to ‘keep him on his toes’.
It seemed Kevin had left him trussed up to his pole a long time ago; had he been forgotten? Armand mewled into his gag, in case his baby brother would hear him and feel merciful. No one came for what seemed like centuries; Armand twisted around and reached for the knots imprisoning him, but the little blighter was shrewd and he’d made sure he couldn’t get to any of the knots with his fingers.
Chapter 16 - … And Surprises
The captive boy eventually heard the key turn inside the lock. He turned to the door that opened, revealing David on the threshold. His dominant friend entered Armand’s bedroom and headed towards the bound teen.
“You’re still unable to escape Kevin’s rope work, Arm. Your brother is really skilled.”
David was really close, and he looked at the knots and the ropes wrapping his prisoner close to the beam.
“Fine job, indeed,” David said looking at the chest harness. He frowned faintly, his eyes plunged into his hostage’s. “From the scent, I’d say you’re chewing on old Pendergast’s socks. Very distinct smell, or stench, for that matter.”
Armand wasn’t surprised the stinky sock could be smelled despite being stuffed inside his mouth.
“I’ve come up to let you know that we’ve scheduled your weekend so you can keep on learning at boys’ hands.”
“Mmmmbllm? Mmmmrgmmlph!?”
“Of course you agree! There was no doubt in my mind you would. I’ve got good news for you, pet, we’ve managed to clear off your timetable for the coming forty-eight hours. As far as your parents know, you’re going on a choir retreat, which started just after school. It’s amazing how easily you can fool grown-ups with a computer and a printer. The form they got is exactly the same as those they usually send.”
The odds his parents would become aware of such a ruse were small.
“We have plans for fun and games, don’t you worry. Let me see…”
David dug his hand inside his tracksuit pants’ pocket, pulling out some hankie and a roll of tape. David unfolded the garment two feet in front of his prisoner ensuring he would see what it was. It turned out not to be a handkerchief. It was some underwear. Armand’s expertise in Lycra and polyamide allowed him to assess this was no swimwear but briefs in a light, extensible and shiny fabric. Despite the taste filling his mouth, Armand’s fine nose detected that this had been worn by a boy. Did it belong to David?
“Since Pendergast’s socks make you happy, I thought that his undies could do for a nice addition. I’ve got to leave you on your own for an hour or so. I want to keep you entertained.”
David brought the undies under Armand’s nose, laying it over his lower face so the gusset would be just under the prisoner’s nostrils. This smelled of dick very strongly; not piss, cum and the smell of a nubile penis macerating in its fabric shroud for hours, possibly days.
David started unwrapping a large piece from the two-inch wide tape, sticking its end under Armand’s ear and wrapped it twice around his head, trapping the smelly briefs to saturate the captive’s olfactory senses.
“Mmmmph! Mmmmph!”
“Don’t thank me, I’m acting out of duty, pet. I’ll let you meditate a bit longer, but I’ll be back, don’t worry.”
David felt Armand’s crotch, checking he still wore the chastity cage; he winked before he got out, locking the door behind him, leaving his bound boy to relish the taste and smells of their schoolmate.
This started another waiting period for Armand. The smell of a rod leaking pre-cum or even cum and having macerated for a few days and nights was strong; it triggered some desire, Armand’s cock trying to stretch out while kept within the confines of the plastic device, making his hard-on a cause for discomfort. Armand’s mind wandered towards less arousing territories; he thought of the ordeals his little brother would put him through if he misbehaved. This worked for a moment, until the story he made up in his mind had David as a character. Kevin asked his friend to help him with disciplining the unruly Armand, and imagining David’s smirk caused him some twitch down below, which the chastity device thwarted mercilessly.
It was almost totally dark outside when the prisoner heard the key turn within the lock; he was still restrained with the very same bindings, which he had been unable to loosen one bit. Kevin’s smiling face appeared, his little brother rushing to his older brother to check how his rope work had held.
“You’re no Houdini, that’s for sure!” the boy piped joyfully, “So you’re going to stay our hostage a bit longer. The parents are certain you’ve left for this choir camp, so we have four days when you’re accounted for.”
“Mmmph?!”
“Don’t waste your breath, Arm.”
Kevin’s attention was attracted by the extra layer David had added to the gag.
“Dave got you to sniff something, then. How do you like Pendergast’s undies?”
With his face a few inches from is bound brother, Kevin acknowledged the smelly quality of the piece of underwear that diffused its horny boy odour to Armand’s nose.
“Pew! Guy Pendergast is a naughty boy indeed. No doubt he masturbates often, and his undies smell of it.”
This was true, yet Armand still was dismayed by his baby brother having such an interest in boy sex.
“I know you like it; it’s good, since you have some more time to spend like this. I just came to let you know David will be here an hour from now. Do you need to pee?”
“MMmm Mmmm.”
Armand had a faint need to empty his bladder; he’d rather wait for David to take care of this rather than having his brother handle his trapped penis.
“If you’re fine, I’ll let you enjoy some peace and quiet, then.”
Armand was alone once again. These short visits from his captors got him to wonder what would happen. Kevin had spoken of four days. How would they pull such a trick? Armand’s mental theatre started again, playing a story in which Charles was all bundled up in ropes, wearing the sexiest of football kits, and Kevin forced his brother, shackled and muzzled of course, to inspect his slave.
Armand was getting stiff from the immobility when the door eventually opened again, with both of his tormentors entering his bedroom this time. They didn’t say a word and got busy right away. They surrounded the bound boy and untied the ropes keeping his against the pole.
They kept him under total control the whole time they got him from the pole until they had fitted cuffs at wrists, knees and ankles and that they had hobbled him with lengths of rope linking the straps with D-rings on them. This made his walking while captive much quieter than chains;
David had his poncho, which he threw over Armand, concealing his restraints. A flick of the wrist was enough to get the prisoner to walk; he’d been trained to react to such cues. Kevin led the way, with his brother on his heels and David just behind the prisoner, holding two large sports bags taken from the captive’s bedroom.
Chapter 17 – Given Away
The silent procession exited the house and followed the path that led to the main entrance. This time, Armand soon realized they were heading to David’s. The five minutes in the street were uneventful. It was late, and Armand heard the church bell toll ten times, giving him a more accurate idea of the time he’d spent in close contact with the beam. Almost five hours! It had felt long indeed.
Kevin opened the gate leading to David’s house. He didn’t head towards the house, though, but went left, taking the narrow path that went to the large garden shed at the back of the large garden.
They soon reached the shed. It was more like a small wooden house where outdoors furniture was stored. There was even a small kitchen and David’s parents used the shed to host garden parties in the summer. They often played football outside the shed, relaxing inside after long hours of running and sweating. Having a place to get a drink or to pee made it comfortable. What would it be to be kept prisoner inside the humble building? David got the key out of his pocket and stepped forward to open the door, not giving any hint on what would happen once they’d enter.
The shed featured a unique room, a rectangle that was fifteen feet by twenty. There were piles of garden chairs, and right in the middle there was a large table. Coils of rope had been wrapped around the legs; Armand’s practical mind allowed him to visualize how he would be restrained to the piece of furniture.
David broke the silence.
“Sit on the table, pet. Yes, here in the middle.”
Once Armand’s bottom was on the wood, David and Kevin tightened the ropes hobbling his legs; they grabbed his bare gams and shoulders and pushed him so he would be in the middle of the platform. The ropes threaded in the wrist cuffs were removed and his arms were grabbed and pulled towards the corners above his head. He’d be lying around this time.
“One more thing before we let you here for a good night’s sleep. You’ve behaved really well during this evening’s punishment, so we’ll reward you with some relief.”
David loosened the belt around Armand’s waist and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his thighs. The handlers then removed the cuffs around the knees and ankles; David could then pull them completely off, leaving Armand in the nude from the waist down. At least the chastity cage preserved the bound boy’s modesty.
This wasn’t meant to last; David got a small key from his football shorts’ back pocket.
“We’re going to trust you not to cream your undies, pet.”
David’s nimble fingers got the key in the tiny lock behind Armand’s balls. The cock cage was removed, which felt amazing to the restrained lad. He felt like his imprisoned experimented some backlash and that it had grown in volume and strength from the confinement.
“Get the pitcher, Kev, your brother has to take a leak now; we don’t want him to wet himself during the night.”
Kevin rushed to a cupboard; he seemed very familiar with his surroundings. He handed the pitcher to David who tilted it and slid it between Armand’s legs so the boy’s dick would fit in it. Armand’s need to pee was stronger than his arousal; his embarrassing boner receded, which would make relieving his bladder easier. Now, he shouldn’t lose his focus.
“Go ahead, pet.”
The warm stream flowed freely, Armand’s mind feeling lighter as his bladder emptied. Once it stopped, David removed the pitcher, wiping the tip of his friend’s cock with some paper towel. This caused some blood to fill the enthusiastic penis.
“You can’t stay in here naked. You need underwear if we want you to look decent.”
“Arm’s got some with him, just below his nose!” Kevin exclaimed.
“I hadn’t thought of this, but yes, it’s no use dirtying a pair when we have some available.”
The young boy pointed to the gag; David got the cue and nodded approvingly. Kevin was already undoing the rings of tape keeping Guy Pendergast’s soiled underwear. He grabbed it and put it slowly on his brother, pulling it up so it would caress his legs and make him really hard. This meant he had to work the hard rod inside when he reached the top, pulling the underwear tight to give some wedgie feel to it.
“And to reward you even further…”
David held a pair of football shorts. They were clean, which Armand knew because they belonged to him. His young master slid it up his legs in a loving manner. There was much twitching of the lump of flesh contained inside the briefs, and the way he shorts brushed against them when they reached his crotch didn’t cause it to deflate.
Kevin had already picked more gear to complete their job. White rope line was woven by both accomplices to bind Armand’s legs together. They worked like expert textile workers from another era, coordinating their moves to cocoon Armand in a tight net of ropes. The ends of the various coils they used were then knotted to the table’s legs and sides. Armand was left forming a Y, his arms being the top and his torso and legs the bottom.
“Sorry you have to skip a meal, pet, but we don’t have time to feed you. You’re going to meditate for the whole night. Review the whole week, for tomorrow morning you’ll be required to write a little report of your first week under our supervision.”
David tied a scarf over Armand’s eyes to act as a blindfold. The boy’s abductors were already at the door, about to leave. Armand didn’t want to stay on his own the whole night.
“Grmmph! Rmmmmbllmm!”
His begging for having company fell on deaf ears.
“Sleep tight!”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”
They switched off the light and closed the door behind them; Armand got into another bout of puzzlement about what was to happen to him, being now deprived of sight also. His mind was playing an endless parade of himself in various outfits, made to perform a number of degrading tasks, with David making sure he couldn’t escape the ordeals he inflicted on him with a whole gang of friends from school or from the choir.
It was late; the day had been busy, so the captive fell asleep soon, considering the relative comfort of his posture and the removal of the stinky garment which he now wore as intended. This did give him vivid dreams involving bonds or feet. Armand was fond of bondage wet dreams, so he remained deeply asleep.
He didn’t wake up when the door opened an hour later. The light was switched on, but Armand had no clue. Two boys came around the table, two cute heads of twelve-year-old boys with blond hair and a merry grin over their faces.
“I’ll say, mate,” the smallest one whispered, “This is a handsome package. Nicely trussed up and all.”
“A fine little bundle.”
“He’s all ours. What should we do with him?”
To be continued in Armand’s Diary