Re: Captive of my Teenaged Cousins Parts 1-3 of 18 (mm/m)
Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2021 1:20 pm
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PART 5
There wasn’t much activity for a long while. I could hear the frequent turning of a page, the occasional replacement of one comic book with another, the fluttering of pages in the breeze, a small cough or shifting of feet, and that was about it. With that comic book folded across my face, I couldn’t SEE anything at all except for Brian’s stockings on either side of my head and a small portion of each of his lower legs.
The first warning I had that something had abruptly and unexpected changed was when Brian abruptly yelled out, “Hey, Ron! Over here!” and I could feel his body shifting slightly on my chest as if waving to someone.
“Hey, Brian,” I heard an unfamiliar kid’s voice calling from some distance well off to my right and apparently far behind me in the direction Brian was facing. “Sorry we’re late. Mom sprang some surprise extra chores on us before we could leave.”
“Who’s that with you and Mikey?” asked a second voice from the same direction and a bit closer. I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching as well now, but I couldn’t see a thing because the comic book on my face completely blocked my view.
“Aw, just some cousin of Walt’s,” replied ‘Mikey’. “Walt and Randy asked us to keep him company while they play Soccer and hang out with Dave and their friends.”
“Another tie-up freak, huh?” asked the voice Brian had identified as Ron. At about the same time I could see a pair of blue sneakers walk up to within a foot of my head and stop, and another pair of black sneakers stop right behind the first. “Well, better him than us, I guess. You play with him much, yet?”
“Naw, not yet,” replied Brian, who suddenly got up off my chest and stepped away from me at that point – leaving his comic book draped across my face.
“We wanted to wait for you guys,” added Brian. “You enjoy playing with the kids David ties up more than we do. Too often WE’RE the ones he’s got tied up!”
“Yeah, but we always take it easy with you guys,” replied the other boy who hadn’t been named yet. “You’re lucky we like you. But unless Dave said differently, maybe we can have more fun with the new kid.”
"He didn't say one way or the other," replied Brian. "We didn't tell him you were coming, but I doubt he'll mind. Or this kid either."
“Let’s have a look at him,” said Ron. I could see the feet closest to me shift to a squatting position, and then suddenly the comic book was yanked off my face. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the sudden glare. When my vision cleared I saw the two new kids more clearly.
Ron was about my age but some inches shorter than I and even more slender in build than Randy. He wore only blue jeans cut off at the knees and sneakers; no shirt. He had unusually (for the time) long black hair, gray eyes, and a rather dark complexion. I think he may have been Hispanic, but at the time I didn’t even know what a Hispanic was so I didn’t think to ask. He was squatting on his haunches looking down at me with interested amusement.
Behind Ron was another boy also my age, a little taller and broader than Ron, with dark brown hair like mine, hazel eyes, and wire-rimmed glasses. He wore a set of green shorts, blue sneakers, long tube socks with brightly-colored stripes near the top, and a plaid buttoned shirt that was completely unbuttoned. His complexion was as much lighter than mine as Ron’s was darker, and his face was literally covered with freckles.
“Hi,” Ron said to me with a wide, open-mouthed smile. “I’m Ron. This is Al,” he continued, indicating freckle-face - who stood behind Ron, bent forward hands on knees to peer down at me over Ron’s shoulder as if I were an unfamiliar form of wildlife. “What’s your name, and how’d you get here?”
I began to give Ron a quick run-down of recent events. By the way, this whole time Michael had remained seated on my belly reading his comic books as if he was all by himself – paying no attention whatsoever to me or the new arrivals other than a quick glance at one or another of us. So, seeing that I apparently had no objection to Michael sitting on my gut, Ron proceeded to step over me and seat himself knees down (rather than knees up as Brian had done and Michael still was doing) on my chest, hands on knees and grinning down at me as he shook his long hair out of his shiny eyes with a shake of his head. I continued with my story without missing a beat at this pleasant development and decided not to be as brief as I originally intended.
Somewhere along the way Brian grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him off me, and told him he was being rude and to put his comic books away. But Michael wasn’t off me more than a few seconds before Al apparently decided to make himself comfortable and took Michael’s place – also sitting knees up on my belly to put all his weight on me but sitting facing me rather than sideways as Michael had been doing. Michael had been rather light (maybe 90 pounds) and his weight not too noticeable; but Al must’ve weighed at least 140 and his weight was VERY noticeable the way he sat; but I found I didn’t mind at all. He looked past Ron’s shoulders down at me again at watched and listened with apparent interest. My story as a result became even more detailed than ever. In fact, I think I went back and mentioned some things I had neglected before. It may seem odd to most folks, but I was enjoying this new development very much.
But eventually my story came to its end to that point. At about the same time I noticed that Michael and Brian had wandered off somewhere. Looking around, I saw them behind some bushes removing their clothing and changing into black Speedos. Apparently uninterested in my story, they both went over to the pond for a swim. “We came here for a swim too,” admitted Ron, “but this is more fun. You don’t mind if we stay here for a while too, do you?”
“Not at all,” I replied a bit too eagerly, before blushing beet-red.
“Yeah, he’s Walt and Randy’s relative, all right,” snickered Al.
“You know them?” I asked.
“Sure,” replied Ron. “We live on the same road. We’ve known them since we started grade school. We’ve been playing tie-up-and-torment games with ‘em since I was six. Half the time we're the tormentors; the other half we're the tormented. But it's always been fun.”
It sounded like I had missed out on some pleasant experiences by living in a different area.
“You wanna torture him now, or wait a while first?” Al asked Ron.
“Let’s wait until we’ve a swim ourselves and cooled off,” replied Ron as Brian and Michael waded to shore with some loud splashes. The two immediately got up and ran out to the pond in the shorts they already wore – tossing off their shirts as they ran and whooping loudly. Michael and Brian stopped as the other two boys ran past them, turned around, and ran back into the water after them – leaving me staked out and alone.
At the same time, the sun had moved to a point where the trees were no longer providing me with any shade from my waist up, and I started to get quite hot. Also, the sun was pretty much in my eyes. Fortunately, it shone in the opposite direction of the pond, so I was able to amuse myself by watching the other four splashing and horsing around in the pond.
Eventually Michael and Brian waded back in and came back to my side. More gently than the first time, they sat down on me sideways without bothering to towel-dry themselves first – making loud squishing noises as they did so – and watched Ron and Al splashing each other with much laughter. They dried themselves as they sat and then prepared to re-dress. Abruptly aware that no one was obstructing my view this time, Michael casually took the towel he had just been using and dropped it on my face. Well, it got the sun out of my eyes.
I expected them to change behind the bushes where they had before. Instead, I felt them sit on me again; but this time I was feeling warm, wet, BARE skin! Holy Cats!
It didn’t last long though… the weight of one of them disappeared and then replaced in a few seconds with identical weight but the distinct feel of cotton. Then the other weight was removed and replaced similarly. Then Michael, who was the one on my chest this time, yanked the towel off my face and tossed it off to the other side of me and I watched them both finish re-dressing as they sat. They finished and stood up as Ron and Al came wading ashore to dry off.
These two also sat down on me sopping wet. This time Al was in front, sitting knees up as before and his feet on either side of my head, as he put on his shirt. Ron followed immediately after, sitting on my belly facing me but with his knees up instead of down as before. Then Brian and Michael followed suit, sitting on my hips and thighs facing forward and knees up as well. So now all four of them were sitting on top of me and putting all their weight on me at once.
All this took my breath away – figuratively as well as literally. It’s not easy breathing under such circumstances, let me tell you; but I managed well enough to not want a single one of them to get off me! Also, the way they were positioned put me back into the shade, as they helped cool me off while they drip-dried all over me.
I expected them to start tickling or otherwise torturing me at once, but they were content to just rest and dry off for a while. Al sat there bent forward with his arms resting on his upturned knees, which were directly over my face and dripping water right onto my face and glasses and into my eyes.
Once they were ready to begin, Al took my glasses and dried them off for me before setting them aside for safe-keeping. Then the four of them tickle-tortured me. Even Michael and Brian were suddenly enthusiastic about it, and tickled me as vigorously as any of the other boys had. And since I wasn’t gagged this time, my cries of help, cries for mercy, and gales of wild laughter practically echoed through the nearby woods. Naturally I thrashed around in my bonds too, but this was as unavailing as ever. Breathing became even more difficult than ever since Ron and Al were still sitting on top of me while they tickled.
They didn’t relent for at least fifteen minutes, though they gave me short breaks every couple of minutes to let me catch my breath somewhat. Finally though my pleas for mercy became more strenuous and my endurance threshold was finally being exceeded. I was literally gasping for air when they stopped.
In fact, Al got the impression I was hyperventilating; he grabbed the small pillow my head was lying on and held it firmly down on my face – not enough to suffocate me but simply to make me breathe my own exhale and slow my breathing down.
Just as my breathing was returning to normal (or as normally as could be expected while two heavy boys straddled my chest and belly), I heard some whispering above me. There was a short, silent pause. I was about to ask what was going on and to please get the pillow off my face when suddenly I heard plopping noises in the grass to either side of my head. Out of the corners of my eyes, I could just make out a set of bare knees – facing toward my feet. While I was figuring this out, I heard giggling directly behind me, felt bare ankles suddenly bracing my head so that I could not turn it away to either side, and saw nothing but darkness as the pillow suddenly settled softly but very firmly down on my face. Now I was hearing laughter from several boys at once, and suddenly I knew what was going on…
One of them was sitting/kneeling on the pillow – and on my face!!!
I gave out a yell (considerably muffled, of course – I could barely hear it myself) and started to struggle. Naturally this aroused more laughter – and aroused me too in a different way – and produced no constructive results. Of course I didn’t mind quite as much as I let on, but any self-respecting boy had to put up appearances. Fortunately I was not gagged; I would’ve passed out in jig time if I were. My nose was blocked (and felt like it was being squashed flat!) but I could get enough air by breathing through the sides of my mouth (the resulting noise bringing even more laughter). Either it was one of the smaller boys doing this or he was not putting all his weight on me, or it seems to me my mouth would have been blocked too. However, the weight on my forehead was enough so that I was starting to see stars. But whoever it was didn’t seem to think of this and stayed put while I struggled.
I was having fun but decided too much fun at once could kill me. So I did the only thing I could think of that would take the pressure off… I abruptly went limp, held my breath, and ceased to move as completely as I could manage.
This apparently alarmed the others (as I’d intended, of course) and the weight was immediately removed. However, my head was spinning, stars were swirling, and the sun was shining right into my eyes again before someone placed my glasses back on my face. So I couldn’t make out who had been sitting on my face – and I never did find out who it was. From the giggling sound I heard though, I think it was probably Michael, who was the smallest and lightest of the four.
The boys (one knelt on either side of me while the others were standing bent forward hands on knees) looked down at me with concern, but I quickly assured them that I was all right. Of course I could have feigned distress and gotten them to untie me had I wanted to, but I didn’t want that any more than they did. Later on I learned that Ron knew mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and was about to try it on me. Oh man… if I’d only known THAT I might’ve kept pretending that I’d passed out. What a lost opportunity!
And so the fun continued. Ron knelt on my chest and gently but repeatedly slapped my face – alternating this by squeezing my face between his thighs (nicely well-padded compared to those of my lanky cousins). Al bounced on my belly and clamped my nipples with clothes pins he found in the backpack David had left there (I’m sure they were being used for the exact purpose David intended). Brian got some magic markers from the same place and scrawled numerous doodles on my legs. And Michael continued to tickle my feet. These four activities (especially Ron’s face squeezing) performed on me all at once made me feel very… stimulated. And it showed, as one or another of them gleefully pointed out once every few minutes!
And then… it was time for lunch!
By now all of us had dried off in the hot sun and dry air, and we were getting hungry. David had packed a lunch for me as well as Brian and Michael, and Ron and Al had apparently brought their own brown-bag lunches as well. The others dug into theirs - continuing to use me as their picnic table – but of course I was left tied up and could only watch (drooling) as the others ate theirs. Finally Ron took pity on me and hand-fed me a sandwich (holding mine close to my mouth in one hand while he held his own sandwich in the other). The food (except the potato chips) had been stored in a picnic basket with ice, so that the sandwiches and sodas were still fresh and ice-cold when we ate. For dessert, we had chocolate bars.
It is an interesting experience eating lunch while staked down and with one boy your size knees-down sitting on your chest, another knees-up sitting on your belly, and two smaller ones on your legs. Most people might not find that experience particularly enjoyable, but I did – immensely. Ron fed me carefully, and made sure none of the soda slopped onto me. However, the others were rather messy eaters and got crumbs, condiments, and dribbles of soda all over me. Add in the magic marker scrawls all over my legs and I was quite a pathetic sight. All in all however, it was a pleasant rest break.
I wondered what fresh torments the others had planned for me in the afternoon, however.
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