Captive of my Teenaged Cousins - 18 Parts Complete (mm/m)
Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2021 4:31 pm
Captive of My Teenaged Cousins
PART 1
My name is Jason Toddman. When I was 13 my father fell ill and had to stay at a special hospital far from home, and my mother stayed there with him. Since no one felt I should be left alone in the house for the two weeks my mother would be gone, I was invited (or more accurately shanghaied) to live with my aunt (mother’s sister) in a small town well separated from either my home or the hospital. It was July so school would not be a factor. My aunt would be out much of the time too with my mother or being at work, but I would have my two cousins to keep me company and presumably keep me out of trouble. That was the theory, anyway.
Walter was 15, and was of average height for his age, slim but athletic build, and had strawberry blond hair. His younger brother Randy was 14, a year younger than his brother, just a bit taller than me and thin as a rail, and had darker hair. I had met them before on occasional family get-togethers (mostly holidays) and previously had gotten along with them okay; or at least so I thought. But then I generally didn’t have to interact with them more than two or three hours at a time more than two or three times a year so mostly we were out of each others’ hair. We would just play ‘bored’ games like Monopoly to pass the time until it was time for my family to go home again, which seemed to be the only time during my visits that I saw them smile. However, I was apparently too socially inept to notice this, let alone figure out what this probably meant. They didn’t like me very much... at least, not at the time.
I suppose I can’t blame them. They were athletic; into soccer and track and wrestling and stuff like that. I was rather pudgy; not obese, but certainly no athlete. I was a bookworm and looked it with my coke-bottle glasses and buck-teeth. I liked such nerdy things like Star Trek and Superman and cared nothing at all about sports. But worse of all, I was a selfish, annoying, pain in the ass know-it-all.
The last few times I visited prior to the occasion of the main part of my story, they decided to spice up the visit for me by wrestling with me. Though a year younger than Randy I was about as heavy at the time, and thought I could take him, but he always managed to pin me down within ten seconds. He generally took much longer letting me back up again. Walter pinned me even faster and was even slower letting me up. On the last occasion I visited prior to staying with them, Randy simply pushed me down and straddled my chest, Walter got behind him and sat on my stomach, and we remained like that for well over an hour while we watched television. When I started to say something they threatened to tape my mouth shut; holding a roll of duct tape for emphasis. I kept as quiet as if they had actually gagged me. Otherwise they didn’t do anything to me.
I had all but forgotten this incident by the time I had to spend two weeks at their house, and figured I could just hang out and get to know my cousins better. Failing that, I could watch TV or read some books I had brought along.
Walt and Randy were civil enough when I arrived, but as I was bunking in Randy’s room, I soon got the impression that I was more of an unwelcome intruder rather than a welcome guest in their eyes, although my aunt was glad enough to have me there to keep Walt and Randy company while she was taking my mom to see my dad (mom couldn’t drive; my aunt had to come get us and drive us to her house). They would spent the first overnight at my aunt’s house, then my aunt would drive mom to dad’s hospital early in the morning and return late the following night. She’d be home each night (though be away most of the day every day otherwise) until it was time to pick up mom (and hopefully dad if he recovered enough) again later.
Randy and Walter had had separate rooms for a long while, but as younger kids they had bunked together. Randy still had the large bed they used to share in his room; I was bunking with him because his bed was roomy enough for us both and because Walter was the privileged older brother who kept his own privacy intact.
Randy’s bed was solid oak and had thick wooden railings at the head and foot. Having a strange imagination even then, I idly wondered if Walter had ever tied Randy to those railings when they slept together. I never suspected I would find out the answer that very night.
I was tired from the trip to my aunt’s house and went to bed earlier than the others. I always sleep on my back with my arms flung out above my head. I wasn’t used to sleeping in a bed with railings so thought nothing of where my hands and feet were at the time. Despite the strange bed, I conked out in no time. It was quiet as Randy was with his brother in Walter’s room watching TV at the time, and I was a sound sleeper.
Sometime during the night I sleepily felt something cold settle around my wrists… and then something else cold around my ankles… but I was too sleepy to really care and tried to go back to sleep. My arms and legs seemed a bit stretched out so I turned in bed slightly to make myself more comfortable - and only then noticed that I was having a little trouble moving my hands and feet. Still more than half asleep, I was sleepily trying to move them to a more comfortable position when a bright light abruptly came on and blinded me like a bat dragged out into the sunlight.
While I was winking and blinking and trying to figure out what was going on, a heavy weight suddenly settled down on my chest and another on my stomach. I felt two bony knees suddenly brace my face and hold them firmly facing upward, and I opened my eyes just in time to blurrily see two hands descending toward my face with a length of duct tape held between them. Before I could open my mouth to show my indignation, that tape was plastered right over it and patted down quite forcefully to keep my mouth shut! As gags go it was not very effective but sufficed for this occasion; the only other occupants of the house were my mom and my aunt (my uncle was deceased), and they were both so hard of hearing I doubt they could have heard me yell even without a gag. As the house was out in the country, there was no one else within calling distance either.
My eyes adjusted to the light, but I still could not see too well as I am as nearsighted as Mister Magoo and my glasses were on the drawer-top where I'd placed them when going to bed. I could see enough however to grasp the situation. My hands were cuffed to the wooden railing above my head (each rail being well over an inch thick) and my feet ankle-braceleted (or whatever the correct term is) to the railing there. It was no mystery where these had come from; my uncle was a policeman and apparently these were his own sets. It was no mystery who had clapped them on me, either. I could see Randy’s smiling face looking down at mine while he straddled my chest and his bony knees dug into my shoulders; while Walter was peering down at me over Randy’s shoulder with a cheese-eating grin while he straddled my stomach. Walter wore boxer shorts and an old T-shirt, while Randy was shirtless and wore pajama bottoms cut off just above the knees. Though still slender, he was starting to develop an athletic build similar to Walter’s, and I suddenly caught myself looking at his upper body with some envy as I compared his graceful build to my pudgy self.
I swear my look was merely one of envy, but Randy thought (or at least pretended he thought) that that look meant something else. “Don’t look at me like that, you (I’d rather refrain from describing what he called me)!” The next thing I knew, I saw his hand descend and whap me in the face… hard enough so that all I saw for a few seconds afterward were stars. Then, as my vision cleared, I heard tape ripping and saw some of it coming right at my eyes. Randy was using the tape to blindfold me! Then, apparently for good measure, he reached out above my head, pulled the case off the spare pillow, and wrapped the upper half of my head with it. After that, he decided to add to the gag by yanking the pillow out from under my head, pulled off its case, and wrapped it around my mouth and jaws. It still wasn’t terribly effective in making me inaudible, but it sure made me FEEL helpless!
I tried to protest as the two pillow cases covered every part of my head except the top of my scalp and my nose. I promptly felt my nose pinched tightly shut between a thumb and forefinger, and I began to panic. Randy only squeezed for a few seconds – long enough for me to get the intended message – and then let go again. I breathed a sigh of relief and then kept perfectly quiet like I was obviously supposed to. I felt the weight of Randy’s body shift a little on my chest and then heard some whispering between my two cousins; Randy had evidently turned to face his cousin so that I could not hear what either said. Neither made any effort to talk to me or to get off of me, but I decided that I better just lay there and wait for them to tell me their intentions in their own good time.
I felt Randy’s weight shift back to the way it was at the same time he pinched my nose shut again and gave it a shake. “You still awake down there?” he asked as he let go. I vigorously nodded my head in hopes he wouldn’t do something else to ensure he had my attention.
“Good!” he replied, while at the same time he began to flick my nose alternately with his forefingers; making it good and sore in no time! “Now listen up. We understand that with your dad ill and all you had to stay somewhere, and that you got ‘volunteered’ to stay with us, just like we got ‘volunteered’ to babysit you. Get it? Baby-SIT?”
He then laughed for a bit at his own joke. It sounded like the braying of a jackass and was almost as annoying as the nose-flicking he was still giving me.
“Thing is,” he continued, “Walt and I kind of of got used to having the house to ourselves all day every day while school’s out and mom’s working. We can have our friends over and play soccer and stuff. But we can’t do what we want if we have to take you along everywhere we go. You’d be bored, we’d be annoyed, and - frankly - we’d be embarrassed if our friends saw us with a fatty like you.”
I swallowed my indignation as he stopped flicking my nose at this point (tapping it with his forefinger instead to emphasis his point) and I did not want to give him an excuse to resume doing it (the tapping didn’t hurt anywhere near as much). I simply lay there and listened… what else could I do?
“So once our moms have gone out,” spoke up Walter, “we’re going to take you along with us to meet some other friends of ours, who have agreed to take over the babysitting chores for us each day. They’ll enjoy keeping you company more than we will. You’ll stay with them each day, and come back here to sleep with us with our moms none the wiser. And we’ll all be happy, won’t we?”
There was a silent pause then. Was I supposed to answer that stupid question?
I felt Walter’s weight suddenly lift off my stomach for a second, and then plop back down forcefully enough to make my nose whistle with the outtake of my breath and (as I was gagged so couldn’t exhale through my mouth) made my mouth make a sound very similar to a fart.
“WON’T WE?” asked Walter again rather more forcefully.
I began to nod my head in the affirmative hastily to prevent a recurrence, but at the same time Randy laughed/brayed again and said, “That sounded funny! Do it again!” I began to shake my head back and forth even more hastily in hopes of mercy, but I didn’t get it. Walter started to bounce on my gut like I was his own personal trampoline. Luckily the mattress was thick and soft, and it absorbed much of the impact. The bed also squeaked loudly, thankfully causing him to desist bouncing after a minute or so for fear of awakening either my mom or his despite their deafness. Though it seemed to me that if Randy’s brays couldn’t awaken them, nothing would!
“Okay then” continued Randy. “You just go ahead and get some more shut-eye. We’ll stay right here with you to make sure you don’t get into trouble – or to cause US any!”
I felt (and heard) my cousins get off of me and settle down on the bed; one lying on either side of me. I heard one of them click off the light while the other removed the pillow cases from my head. “I’ll take the tape off your mouth too, so we don’t have to worry about you having breathing problems while we sleep.” I heard Randy whisper into my left ear. “But one peep out of you to try to get attention and we’ll make you feel like one of our soccer balls! Understand?”
“Uh huh!” I replied softly, being semi-coherent with only the tape covering my mouth.
Randy peeled off the tape, which hurt worse than the nose flicking, but I gritted my teeth and took it without a sound for fear they’d gag me again otherwise. However, Randy made no attempt to remove the tape over my eyes… nor unlock the cuffs that bound me firmly to the bed. He and Walter simply lay down beside me – actually partially on top of me as the bed was not quite roomy enough for all three of us.
My cousins went to sleep readily enough; I think they hadn’t slept at all that night up to that point but had been busy cooking up this scheme to get me out of the house each day so I wouldn’t cramp their style. But I just lay there – wide-eyed were it not for the tape blindfolding me – and felt and heard my cousins softly breathing (Walter was so close he was literally breathing down my neck). Randy tossed and turned every so often; and more than once his spindly arms were halfway wrapped around my chest. One time I felt a hand near my groin and I simultaneously felt a flash of panic, a suddenly rising pressure down there, and a strong need to go to the bathroom. But the hand didn’t stray into forbidden territory and was soon gone again; whichever boy it was (probably Randy) had undoubtedly been asleep the whole time and unaware of what he’d done.
Then the panic was replaced by… disappointment? Meanwhile, the scary type of pressure slowly subsided but the other, more familiar one continued to mount. Oh God, why’d I drink so much water before going to bed! Am I about to become a 13-year-old bed-wetter?!
(to be continued)
Edit: Illustration for this chapter
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PART 1
My name is Jason Toddman. When I was 13 my father fell ill and had to stay at a special hospital far from home, and my mother stayed there with him. Since no one felt I should be left alone in the house for the two weeks my mother would be gone, I was invited (or more accurately shanghaied) to live with my aunt (mother’s sister) in a small town well separated from either my home or the hospital. It was July so school would not be a factor. My aunt would be out much of the time too with my mother or being at work, but I would have my two cousins to keep me company and presumably keep me out of trouble. That was the theory, anyway.
Walter was 15, and was of average height for his age, slim but athletic build, and had strawberry blond hair. His younger brother Randy was 14, a year younger than his brother, just a bit taller than me and thin as a rail, and had darker hair. I had met them before on occasional family get-togethers (mostly holidays) and previously had gotten along with them okay; or at least so I thought. But then I generally didn’t have to interact with them more than two or three hours at a time more than two or three times a year so mostly we were out of each others’ hair. We would just play ‘bored’ games like Monopoly to pass the time until it was time for my family to go home again, which seemed to be the only time during my visits that I saw them smile. However, I was apparently too socially inept to notice this, let alone figure out what this probably meant. They didn’t like me very much... at least, not at the time.
I suppose I can’t blame them. They were athletic; into soccer and track and wrestling and stuff like that. I was rather pudgy; not obese, but certainly no athlete. I was a bookworm and looked it with my coke-bottle glasses and buck-teeth. I liked such nerdy things like Star Trek and Superman and cared nothing at all about sports. But worse of all, I was a selfish, annoying, pain in the ass know-it-all.
The last few times I visited prior to the occasion of the main part of my story, they decided to spice up the visit for me by wrestling with me. Though a year younger than Randy I was about as heavy at the time, and thought I could take him, but he always managed to pin me down within ten seconds. He generally took much longer letting me back up again. Walter pinned me even faster and was even slower letting me up. On the last occasion I visited prior to staying with them, Randy simply pushed me down and straddled my chest, Walter got behind him and sat on my stomach, and we remained like that for well over an hour while we watched television. When I started to say something they threatened to tape my mouth shut; holding a roll of duct tape for emphasis. I kept as quiet as if they had actually gagged me. Otherwise they didn’t do anything to me.
I had all but forgotten this incident by the time I had to spend two weeks at their house, and figured I could just hang out and get to know my cousins better. Failing that, I could watch TV or read some books I had brought along.
Walt and Randy were civil enough when I arrived, but as I was bunking in Randy’s room, I soon got the impression that I was more of an unwelcome intruder rather than a welcome guest in their eyes, although my aunt was glad enough to have me there to keep Walt and Randy company while she was taking my mom to see my dad (mom couldn’t drive; my aunt had to come get us and drive us to her house). They would spent the first overnight at my aunt’s house, then my aunt would drive mom to dad’s hospital early in the morning and return late the following night. She’d be home each night (though be away most of the day every day otherwise) until it was time to pick up mom (and hopefully dad if he recovered enough) again later.
Randy and Walter had had separate rooms for a long while, but as younger kids they had bunked together. Randy still had the large bed they used to share in his room; I was bunking with him because his bed was roomy enough for us both and because Walter was the privileged older brother who kept his own privacy intact.
Randy’s bed was solid oak and had thick wooden railings at the head and foot. Having a strange imagination even then, I idly wondered if Walter had ever tied Randy to those railings when they slept together. I never suspected I would find out the answer that very night.
I was tired from the trip to my aunt’s house and went to bed earlier than the others. I always sleep on my back with my arms flung out above my head. I wasn’t used to sleeping in a bed with railings so thought nothing of where my hands and feet were at the time. Despite the strange bed, I conked out in no time. It was quiet as Randy was with his brother in Walter’s room watching TV at the time, and I was a sound sleeper.
Sometime during the night I sleepily felt something cold settle around my wrists… and then something else cold around my ankles… but I was too sleepy to really care and tried to go back to sleep. My arms and legs seemed a bit stretched out so I turned in bed slightly to make myself more comfortable - and only then noticed that I was having a little trouble moving my hands and feet. Still more than half asleep, I was sleepily trying to move them to a more comfortable position when a bright light abruptly came on and blinded me like a bat dragged out into the sunlight.
While I was winking and blinking and trying to figure out what was going on, a heavy weight suddenly settled down on my chest and another on my stomach. I felt two bony knees suddenly brace my face and hold them firmly facing upward, and I opened my eyes just in time to blurrily see two hands descending toward my face with a length of duct tape held between them. Before I could open my mouth to show my indignation, that tape was plastered right over it and patted down quite forcefully to keep my mouth shut! As gags go it was not very effective but sufficed for this occasion; the only other occupants of the house were my mom and my aunt (my uncle was deceased), and they were both so hard of hearing I doubt they could have heard me yell even without a gag. As the house was out in the country, there was no one else within calling distance either.
My eyes adjusted to the light, but I still could not see too well as I am as nearsighted as Mister Magoo and my glasses were on the drawer-top where I'd placed them when going to bed. I could see enough however to grasp the situation. My hands were cuffed to the wooden railing above my head (each rail being well over an inch thick) and my feet ankle-braceleted (or whatever the correct term is) to the railing there. It was no mystery where these had come from; my uncle was a policeman and apparently these were his own sets. It was no mystery who had clapped them on me, either. I could see Randy’s smiling face looking down at mine while he straddled my chest and his bony knees dug into my shoulders; while Walter was peering down at me over Randy’s shoulder with a cheese-eating grin while he straddled my stomach. Walter wore boxer shorts and an old T-shirt, while Randy was shirtless and wore pajama bottoms cut off just above the knees. Though still slender, he was starting to develop an athletic build similar to Walter’s, and I suddenly caught myself looking at his upper body with some envy as I compared his graceful build to my pudgy self.
I swear my look was merely one of envy, but Randy thought (or at least pretended he thought) that that look meant something else. “Don’t look at me like that, you (I’d rather refrain from describing what he called me)!” The next thing I knew, I saw his hand descend and whap me in the face… hard enough so that all I saw for a few seconds afterward were stars. Then, as my vision cleared, I heard tape ripping and saw some of it coming right at my eyes. Randy was using the tape to blindfold me! Then, apparently for good measure, he reached out above my head, pulled the case off the spare pillow, and wrapped the upper half of my head with it. After that, he decided to add to the gag by yanking the pillow out from under my head, pulled off its case, and wrapped it around my mouth and jaws. It still wasn’t terribly effective in making me inaudible, but it sure made me FEEL helpless!
I tried to protest as the two pillow cases covered every part of my head except the top of my scalp and my nose. I promptly felt my nose pinched tightly shut between a thumb and forefinger, and I began to panic. Randy only squeezed for a few seconds – long enough for me to get the intended message – and then let go again. I breathed a sigh of relief and then kept perfectly quiet like I was obviously supposed to. I felt the weight of Randy’s body shift a little on my chest and then heard some whispering between my two cousins; Randy had evidently turned to face his cousin so that I could not hear what either said. Neither made any effort to talk to me or to get off of me, but I decided that I better just lay there and wait for them to tell me their intentions in their own good time.
I felt Randy’s weight shift back to the way it was at the same time he pinched my nose shut again and gave it a shake. “You still awake down there?” he asked as he let go. I vigorously nodded my head in hopes he wouldn’t do something else to ensure he had my attention.
“Good!” he replied, while at the same time he began to flick my nose alternately with his forefingers; making it good and sore in no time! “Now listen up. We understand that with your dad ill and all you had to stay somewhere, and that you got ‘volunteered’ to stay with us, just like we got ‘volunteered’ to babysit you. Get it? Baby-SIT?”
He then laughed for a bit at his own joke. It sounded like the braying of a jackass and was almost as annoying as the nose-flicking he was still giving me.
“Thing is,” he continued, “Walt and I kind of of got used to having the house to ourselves all day every day while school’s out and mom’s working. We can have our friends over and play soccer and stuff. But we can’t do what we want if we have to take you along everywhere we go. You’d be bored, we’d be annoyed, and - frankly - we’d be embarrassed if our friends saw us with a fatty like you.”
I swallowed my indignation as he stopped flicking my nose at this point (tapping it with his forefinger instead to emphasis his point) and I did not want to give him an excuse to resume doing it (the tapping didn’t hurt anywhere near as much). I simply lay there and listened… what else could I do?
“So once our moms have gone out,” spoke up Walter, “we’re going to take you along with us to meet some other friends of ours, who have agreed to take over the babysitting chores for us each day. They’ll enjoy keeping you company more than we will. You’ll stay with them each day, and come back here to sleep with us with our moms none the wiser. And we’ll all be happy, won’t we?”
There was a silent pause then. Was I supposed to answer that stupid question?
I felt Walter’s weight suddenly lift off my stomach for a second, and then plop back down forcefully enough to make my nose whistle with the outtake of my breath and (as I was gagged so couldn’t exhale through my mouth) made my mouth make a sound very similar to a fart.
“WON’T WE?” asked Walter again rather more forcefully.
I began to nod my head in the affirmative hastily to prevent a recurrence, but at the same time Randy laughed/brayed again and said, “That sounded funny! Do it again!” I began to shake my head back and forth even more hastily in hopes of mercy, but I didn’t get it. Walter started to bounce on my gut like I was his own personal trampoline. Luckily the mattress was thick and soft, and it absorbed much of the impact. The bed also squeaked loudly, thankfully causing him to desist bouncing after a minute or so for fear of awakening either my mom or his despite their deafness. Though it seemed to me that if Randy’s brays couldn’t awaken them, nothing would!
“Okay then” continued Randy. “You just go ahead and get some more shut-eye. We’ll stay right here with you to make sure you don’t get into trouble – or to cause US any!”
I felt (and heard) my cousins get off of me and settle down on the bed; one lying on either side of me. I heard one of them click off the light while the other removed the pillow cases from my head. “I’ll take the tape off your mouth too, so we don’t have to worry about you having breathing problems while we sleep.” I heard Randy whisper into my left ear. “But one peep out of you to try to get attention and we’ll make you feel like one of our soccer balls! Understand?”
“Uh huh!” I replied softly, being semi-coherent with only the tape covering my mouth.
Randy peeled off the tape, which hurt worse than the nose flicking, but I gritted my teeth and took it without a sound for fear they’d gag me again otherwise. However, Randy made no attempt to remove the tape over my eyes… nor unlock the cuffs that bound me firmly to the bed. He and Walter simply lay down beside me – actually partially on top of me as the bed was not quite roomy enough for all three of us.
My cousins went to sleep readily enough; I think they hadn’t slept at all that night up to that point but had been busy cooking up this scheme to get me out of the house each day so I wouldn’t cramp their style. But I just lay there – wide-eyed were it not for the tape blindfolding me – and felt and heard my cousins softly breathing (Walter was so close he was literally breathing down my neck). Randy tossed and turned every so often; and more than once his spindly arms were halfway wrapped around my chest. One time I felt a hand near my groin and I simultaneously felt a flash of panic, a suddenly rising pressure down there, and a strong need to go to the bathroom. But the hand didn’t stray into forbidden territory and was soon gone again; whichever boy it was (probably Randy) had undoubtedly been asleep the whole time and unaware of what he’d done.
Then the panic was replaced by… disappointment? Meanwhile, the scary type of pressure slowly subsided but the other, more familiar one continued to mount. Oh God, why’d I drink so much water before going to bed! Am I about to become a 13-year-old bed-wetter?!
(to be continued)
Edit: Illustration for this chapter
https://sta.sh/0ozoberzydi