Tied to a chair in the morning (M/m)
Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2020 11:14 pm
Hello!
Today I want to tell you about the time I spent almost one morning tied to a chair.
That morning my brother and I were alone in the house. For me the Easter holidays were still going on but my brother had already entered classes at the university but he went to the university in the afternoon.
And my parents had left the house early for their work.
It wasn't very early, maybe 10 in the morning. I was already in the dining room of my house having a bowl of cereal for breakfast and also watching some videos on YouTube on my phone.
When suddenly my brother surprised me. With one hand he covered my mouth and with the other he held my chest to the back of the chair.
He told me: "That's how I wanted to catch you brat. Now you are going to explain many things to me."
I was surprised and didn't know what he was talking about. I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but I couldn't say anything with my brother's hand covering my mouth.
Then he told me that I had nothing to do in his room and looking in his closet.
And it is that surely my brother saw me the previous Saturday when I went into his room and opened his closet to measure a jacket that my parents had just bought him.
It was a black jacket that I loved and wanted to see how I looked but for obvious reasons it was too big. But anyway, I had put on his jacket for a few minutes and I didn't think my older brother would have noticed.
My brother told me "I have to teach you not to be of nosy in my things."
And then I don't know where he got a roll of ducktape and put it on the table.
I opened my eyes in surprise and looked at the roll. I think I knew what was going to happen to me.
My older brother took my right hand and used the tape to tie it to the armrest of the chair that was on my right side, he use 8 or 9 turns and kept the tape tight.
He did the same with my left hand and my feet, which he taped to the legs of the chair and my chest to the back of the chair.
Then he dragged the chair where I was tied into the living room of the house in front of a reposet sofa. My brother sat on the couch and told me: "Now boy, it's time to punish you so you stop taking my things."
He started to tickle my ribs. Since I was a very young kid I have always had a lot of tickling on my ribs and my brother knew it perfectly. As I said in the previous story, that my older brother rolled me up in blankets or sheets too, he used to play with me to tickle me and although at some point he stopped curling me like a taco what he kept doing was tickling me with some frequency.
So I was laughing non-stop and begging him to stop and then my brother told me: "You are very scandalous." He got up, went to the dining room table, and then came back with the tape and passed me twice over my mouth and neck.
He tickled my ribs again and then he pinched my nipples and even though I was wearing a shirt, it still felt painful.
The torture seemed eternal to me but I think it was only 10 or 15 minutes.
However, my brother decided to leave me tied to the chair and left me in the living room. He just turned the chair so that I could watch television but he left a news channel and so I stayed boring until a little after 12:30, time when my brother already had to go to university.
Today I want to tell you about the time I spent almost one morning tied to a chair.
That morning my brother and I were alone in the house. For me the Easter holidays were still going on but my brother had already entered classes at the university but he went to the university in the afternoon.
And my parents had left the house early for their work.
It wasn't very early, maybe 10 in the morning. I was already in the dining room of my house having a bowl of cereal for breakfast and also watching some videos on YouTube on my phone.
When suddenly my brother surprised me. With one hand he covered my mouth and with the other he held my chest to the back of the chair.
He told me: "That's how I wanted to catch you brat. Now you are going to explain many things to me."
I was surprised and didn't know what he was talking about. I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but I couldn't say anything with my brother's hand covering my mouth.
Then he told me that I had nothing to do in his room and looking in his closet.
And it is that surely my brother saw me the previous Saturday when I went into his room and opened his closet to measure a jacket that my parents had just bought him.
It was a black jacket that I loved and wanted to see how I looked but for obvious reasons it was too big. But anyway, I had put on his jacket for a few minutes and I didn't think my older brother would have noticed.
My brother told me "I have to teach you not to be of nosy in my things."
And then I don't know where he got a roll of ducktape and put it on the table.
I opened my eyes in surprise and looked at the roll. I think I knew what was going to happen to me.
My older brother took my right hand and used the tape to tie it to the armrest of the chair that was on my right side, he use 8 or 9 turns and kept the tape tight.
He did the same with my left hand and my feet, which he taped to the legs of the chair and my chest to the back of the chair.
Then he dragged the chair where I was tied into the living room of the house in front of a reposet sofa. My brother sat on the couch and told me: "Now boy, it's time to punish you so you stop taking my things."
He started to tickle my ribs. Since I was a very young kid I have always had a lot of tickling on my ribs and my brother knew it perfectly. As I said in the previous story, that my older brother rolled me up in blankets or sheets too, he used to play with me to tickle me and although at some point he stopped curling me like a taco what he kept doing was tickling me with some frequency.
So I was laughing non-stop and begging him to stop and then my brother told me: "You are very scandalous." He got up, went to the dining room table, and then came back with the tape and passed me twice over my mouth and neck.
He tickled my ribs again and then he pinched my nipples and even though I was wearing a shirt, it still felt painful.
The torture seemed eternal to me but I think it was only 10 or 15 minutes.
However, my brother decided to leave me tied to the chair and left me in the living room. He just turned the chair so that I could watch television but he left a news channel and so I stayed boring until a little after 12:30, time when my brother already had to go to university.
I on the other hand would totally love having a shoe taped to my face. 
Great little story. You're lucky to have a brother like this. An only child like me can't have that much luck to get in such a situation