THE LITTLE BROTHERS CONTEST (9)
Individual Arrangements
It came to the time when Tatsu could no longer ignore the fact that his little brother was holding himself in such a way as to prevent himself from urinating. His pride wouldn’t let him beg, especially as none of the other little brothers had succumbed to the need to do so yet. He didn’t consider that two of them were incapable of making a coherent plea in any case. Tatsu did consider just letting him wet himself, after all he was wearing only a fundoshi and that could be thrown away afterwards but, as I said, Tatsu was basically a nice kid. He was content with the vengeance he was wreaking on his brother’s person already and didn’t consider that making Aki wear traditional dress to be particularly humiliating, although he himself wouldn’t have wanted to do the same in England, but he thought that making him wet himself in front of the others was a step too far.
Tatsu excused himself and removed some things from Aki’s pack. He collected the padlock keys from where they were hanging on a handy twig and went across to the chained boys where he spoke quietly to his little brother. The big brothers couldn’t hear what was said but Tatsu freed Aki from the chain and separated his wrists from his ankles. I did say earlier that Aki was full of mischief and Tatsu had managed to convince him that so far he had been nice enough not to tell on him, unlike someone else he knew! Aki did a lot of nodding before he was untied.
Tatsu untied Aki completely and, much to their surprise, returned to where the other older brothers were seated having handed over what he had removed from Aki’s pack. Aki made off at a run.
“How do you know he’s not going to run away?”
Once more Tasu replied, “Wily Orientals” and just grinned refusing to say more.
“Two quid says he doesn’t come back.”
“What do I say to accept bet?”
“You say, ‘Y’r on!’, try it.”
“You - are - on”
“No, ‘Y’r on.’ Say ‘Y’r on’.”
“Y’r – a - on!”
Aiden and Scott cheered and clapped as Tatsu and Mo shook hands. “We’ll have you speaking proper English yet.” Once more Tatsu grinned.
Four boys waited keenly discussing the likelihood of the little Japanese guy’s return. Tatsu didn’t bother to explain the promise he made about “forgetting on a permanent basis” all about a certain incident of which he knew. Aki had taken him at his word and soon hove into view again. Little did he know that Tatsu had many more such incidents left in his memory with which to blackmail him in the future.
“OK, Tatsu, now you say, ‘Loooserrr!, Loooserrr! C’mon, pay up. Loooserrr!’” Tatsu considered that to be somewhat impolite but when in Rome . . . Following a very creditable attempt at the suggested phrases and the appropriate gesture, Tatsu held out his hand and Mo paid up without resentment.
As Aki approached, the others could see that he’d changed into a pair of white running shorts and was carrying the remains of the toilet roll that Tatsu had given him in one hand and a neatly folded length of what was once white fabric in the other. Tatsu took his unresisting brother over to the rowan tree, told him to sit in his former place and fastened him by the neck once more. Whatever Tatsu had said to him, he made no attempt to remove Matt’s gag even though Matt tried pleading.
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By now Luke was demanding the same toilet privileges and Scott went over to see to him. The chain he’d used to secure Luke when he was changing for the swimsuit event was already in use so he had to come up with a new idea. Luke tried convincing him that, if he treated him the same as Tatsu had just treated Aki, he wouldn’t escape, which was probably true, but that would spoil the fun so Scott freed his wrists from his ankles and untied his ankles completely. “Number one or number two?”
“Both.”
“OK, I’ll just put this rope lead on you and we’ll find somewhere discrete.”
“How am I going to wipe my arse?”
“Those cuffs aren’t too short, slip them under your bum. Here, hold on to these.”
“What, no boxers?”
“You can always keep those cosy Speedos instead but, if you do, no shorts. You choose.” So saying Scott gave his brother the loo roll and the football shorts that he’d taken from Luke’s pack to hold and led him out of sight of the others. By the time Luke was happy with where he had been taken, he’d decided that he really needed to be out of the over tight swimming costume. Even if he didn’t have any underpants, his football shorts were long enough to be decent, or so he thought.
Scott laid the long rope along the ground where he could see it if it started to move away and retired to a discrete distance while Luke attended to himself with the warning that he had at most five minutes. Before the end of the five minutes Luke appeared again attired in his blue shorts and holding both the black swim briefs and the loo roll in front of him.
“Good boy.” Luke felt rather insulted by that but wasn’t aware why he’d have to get used to it. “But why are your hands in front of you?”
“Oh, come on, you know I wouldn’t try to escape. Let me stay like this. Please.”
“Or there again I could just pull those shorts off you and leave you naked.”
Luke had an uncertain, lop-sided grin on his face. “You wouldn’t.”
“You reckon?” Luke’s expression turned to a rueful one as he sat on the ground and started the required manoeuvre. “Good boy. Stand.” Luke still couldn’t figure out why his brother was talking to him like a dog. He even ruffled his hair while he said it. Scott expected his brother to pick up the loo roll and briefs again so he scrabbled around behind him to find them and staggered to his feet.
As Scott led Luke back to site, the others heard, “. . . and if you don’t stop whining about having your hands tied behind you, I know where I can find a couple of football socks.” Luke then made a sensible decision and joined the other three little brothers on the necklace. “If you manage not to whine until Sid and Matt have had their turn, I might let you slip your hands under your bum. Or, there again, I could always tie your elbows and find those socks.” Luke was used to that sort of treatment although he did think it was a bit unfair that he was tied up
while Akihiko was not.
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Sid and Matt were obviously also in need of relieving themselves and were making, in Matt’s case nearly comprehensible, animated demands to be allowed to go to the toilet. Aiden and Mo had a decision to make.
“Tell you what, Mo: we’ll arm wrestle for it. Winner’s little brother gets to go first.” That suited Mo perfectly as he compared his own lack of muscle with the t-shirted Aiden’s biceps; Sid was sure to be last!
Aiden theatrically stripped his t-shirt from his torso and posed before the two mis-matched contestants knelt on either side of an old tree stump amidst Sid’s furious, muffled and totally useless protests. Scott appointed himself referee and held onto the contestants’ joined hands. “Take the strain. – Go.”
The contest was over very quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry Matt, he was just too good for me. Sorry, mate.”
Once he’d recovered from the surprise of his win, Mo offered, “Best of three?”
“No, you won fair and square. My poor brother will just have to wait. Won’t he!?”
There was a lot of laughter as Matt called his brother something nasty past his gag but he should have known that Aiden would deliberately throw the match. He only offered it in the first place to build up his hopes and then dash them completely. Aiden covered his body again, grinned at Matt and observed, “Well Sid, looks like it’s your lucky day.”
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Maurice wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. If he let his brother go free, he would leg it as fast as he could but even he couldn’t just leave Sid to wet himself or worse. If only he could use the chain. Aiden had a suggestion. Matt didn’t like it. It would take some organising but what are friends for? The big brothers willingly agreed to help. The little brothers had no say.
It was obvious that Matt didn’t need to be chained to stop his escaping but Aiden thought he’d play safe and took advantage of the hazel stick that Mo had offered him earlier. With Matt being rather bulkier than Sid, Aiden had to work quite hard to insert the stick but the words “splinter” and “shame” in the same sentence persuaded Matt not to resist while he did so. “Are you going to sit there nicely or do I have to tie that thing onto you?” Knowing that Aiden wasn’t above not only doing that but making him balance on his toes as well, Matt agreed to sit nicely and Aiden unlocked his neck.
Now they had to deal with Luke and Aki. Luke saw his promised early release from having his hands behind him departing without even waving goodbye. He knew he’d have to bow to the inevitable and did little more than sigh.
The practicalities of the situation were addressed and the big brothers decided that Luke should slip his hands in front of him but Luke knew that this wasn’t necessarily going to be good news. While he was slipping his cuffs under his bum, Tatsu said, “So sorry,” again although he didn’t seem to mean it as he bound Aki’s ankles so that he could still stand with assistance. Both Aki and Luke were released from the chain leaving Sid still tethered to the tree.
Scott held on to his brother and so did Tatsu to his but MUCH more tightly. Both younger brothers were forced to stand face to face and Aki was made to raise his arms and was then more or less threaded between Luke’s arms and his torso. Both boys thought that such intimate proximity would lead to eventual embarrassment but perhaps, if they kept really close together, no one would notice. Aki, being considerably shorter than Luke, was left rather comically with his nose not even as high as Luke’s shoulder. He turned his head to the side and Tatsu told him to lower his arms.
“One more word, Luke, and I’ll go and find those football socks.”
“Look, there they are. I’ll fetch them.”
“No – no – I’ll be alright, promise.” As Mo held them up to his face, Luke’s stream of protests stopped.
Aki was left wondering what to do with his arms but he didn’t have long to wonder before Tatsu wound several rounds of rope round his right wrist. The next stage wasn’t going to be easy but Tatsu sat and continued with his task after Scott had told Luke that, if he didn’t want his ankles tied as well, he would try to step away from Aki. That left both boys leaning uncomfortably against one another’s chests. Tatsu made the best of the resultant gap to tie his little brother’s hands quite closely together. Sitting as he was, the larger of the Japanese youngsters soon completed a rope cuff similar to the one that was holding his little brother tightly against Luke’s chest. Even with Aki being as skinny as he was, there was no way that Luke, with his arms trapped the way they were, could slip his hands down over Aki’s bum so that the boys could separate themselves.
“Luke?”
“What?”
“You know what I said about tying your feet?”
“You bastard!” Luke saw what was coming.
“Well, at least now you’ve done something to deserve it.”
As Scott knelt to start the job, Maurice was in a generous mood. “Come on, Scott, that’s not necessary. After all, he is helping us to secure my brother at the minute.” Aiden agreed because, after all, with Aki’s ankles bound, the pair of them would be able to go nowhere fast.
Scott saw his chance. “Mo, I thought YOU were always accusing people of being no fun.” The older brothers were enjoying the event so far.
Aki and Luke were left to their own devices while Maurice turned his attention to Sid.
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Maurice continued the lie to Sid that he didn’t know he’d be coming along and explained that, because of that, he hadn’t brought any clothes for Sid, conveniently “forgetting” about the grubby jeans that were impaled on a dog-rose at the edge of the site. He didn’t suppose that Sid had brought any, a supposition that Sid, even though he was still gagged, managed to confirm. “Sooo, I can’t let you wet yourself then, can I? After all, we’ve got all day tomorrow to go yet, haven’t we?” Suddenly Sid didn’t like the way this was going.
What things boiled down to was that Sid would be allowed a toilet break but, after that, he would be put back into his printed y-fronts so that his swim boxers wouldn’t be too disgusting to wear for tomorrow’s events. Sid’s fury was intense. “Or you could just spend the rest of the day naked, I suppose.” Sid was still furious; he just decided that it might be better to shut up at that stage.
“Right, here are your choices: first, wet yourself and stay like that all night and tomorrow,” even that would have been tempting except that Sid needed to do more than go for a wee, “Or go round in the nuddie tonight.” Sid ruled that out completely. “Or wear just your underpants until tomorrow morning. Don’t say I didn’t give you the choice." As Mo repeated the 'choices', Sid indicated a true desire to wear just his underpants after his brother had been kind enough not to make him wet himself.
The decision made, Mo went about preparing his brother for his “comfort break”, not that he was likely to be very comfortable. Mo pulled the stick from between Sid’s arms and knees and separated his wrists from his ankles only to attach the free ends of the rope to his wrist cuffs again allowing no more than about 70 centimetres of rope between his hands and his feet. “Oh, and Sid, if your busy little fingers go anywhere near that gag, you can forget any hope of dressing after your loo break. Right?”
Sid didn’t dignify that with an answer. Maurice got the pants with the fire-engines on them and placed them in one of Sid’s hands and the toilet roll in the other. He then unlocked Sid from the tree and hauled him to his feet. It was only then that it dawned on Sid that he wasn’t going to have his feet released. Further muffled protests issued forth from the shock-headed youngster. “What was that, Sid? You’d rather wet yourself after all?”
“[*Snort*]!!”
“Thought not. Here we go then.” said Mo smugly. The sight of Sid, who still had the chain round his neck, being made to bunny hop as he was led out of the clearing without being able to raise his hands any higher than his waist probably warranted the derisive laughter that it engendered.
Maurice led the audibly grunting Sid slowly to where he thought he would get the required privacy and chained him to a handy tree. At least he bothered to untie his wrists and ankles after repeating his threat about what would happen if Sid interfered with the gag and reminding him that he needed to be wearing just his pretty underpants before he was taken back to site. Or not, as he chose.
Once Sid said he was ready, Maurice gave him the choice of being led back to the site tied as he was when he left it or only having his wrists tied. Sid made the obvious choice before Mo continued explaining the attached condition. Even with his wrists tied behind him, Sid thought he had made the better choice as he and Mo arrived back on site. He soon found himself face down on the ground with one foot hooked up between his wrists so that Aiden could use the chain.
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OK, Charles Atlas, your turn.” Aiden locked the chain round Matt’s neck before removing the hazel rod that was virtually immobilising the blonde kid. He then separated his wrists from his ankles and freed his ankles.
“Eeuf?” Matt moved his bound wrists so that his thumbs lodged behind the uncomfortable stick gag but he made no attempt to remove it.
“I don’t think so. Not yet.”
“’Aa’uu!”
“Naughty, naughty! I’ll just have to make it easier for you to resist temptation.” Aiden took the rope that had previously restrained Matt’s ankles and tied one end round his wrist cuffs just near his left hand. As he started the next move one could almost hear Matt daring his brother to do it. Wrong decision! Aiden passed the rope between his brother’s legs taking some care to avoid his only too well displayed package and up his back before returning it down again after passing it between the chain and Matt’s neck. As he pulled it tight, Matt produced a very gratifying grunt as he was determined not to be scrunched up by the manoeuvre. The rope was then passed back between Matt’s legs again, the other side of his already confined privates and tied off around the rope cuff just by his right wrist.
The tie was more uncomfortable than secure but, wearing just his skimpy posing briefs, it left Matt feeling very exposed. Aiden discussed whether he ought to use some of the plentiful leftover rope to keep Matt’s wrists apart but, to his considerable relief, said that he couldn’t be bothered as he’d only have to untie them again once he’d got Matt to where he was going. At least Matt knew he wasn’t going to be forced to bunny hop tied as he was even if he was still gagged.
Aiden led his brother out of sight of the others and that was probably the first time he’d noticed that his brother was no longer the somewhat tubby little lad he had previously been and that his exercise regime seemed to be paying off.
Once Matt had been chained to a convenient tree, Aiden removed all the ropes that were tormenting him. “Eeuf?” Once more Matt moved his bound wrists so that his thumbs lodged behind the uncomfortable stick gag but again he made no attempt to remove it.
“Since you ask so nicely, go on then.” Matt wrenched the appalling thing from his mouth and left it hanging round his neck. He didn’t bother thanking his older brother. Aiden then left him to his own devices for some time while he returned to site. Matt appreciated the privacy and made the best of it. He got himself cleaned up and tucked away again well before his brother’s return.
After about ten minutes Aiden returned with one of the items he’d taken from Matt’s room. Matt even managed to bring himself to thank Aiden for it. He was shortly returned to site and fastened to the rowan tree once more clad in just his boardies, with his wrists bound securely behind him but without a gag.
TBC