Captive of my Teenaged Cousins II Parts 1-18 of 30 (mm/m)
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CAPTIVE OF MY TEENAGED COUSINS II
THE NEXT SUMMER
CHAPTER 1
About the time I turned 14, my father became ill again, worse than last time, and it looked as if he would not live to see the end of the year. He had to stay at a special sanatorium in a distant town to receive the medical attention he needed, and my mother was going to stay with him in a special wing of the hospital for spouses and family members of the patients. Because my mother would not be around most of the time and my 18-year-old brother Ike would be too busy with other concerns (maintaining a summer job, keeping the house in good order, and so forth) to take proper care of me, it was decided to have me bunk in with my cousins Walter and Randy once again – this time probably for the entire summer rather than just two weeks as before.
My cousins and I had become very good friends (and TUG buddies, although we had never heard of that term back then) during my previous visit, and I had made several other friends as well, whereas I had no real friends of my own in my home town. So for me it was a reversal of the Harry Potter story, where he has miserable summers but is happy and has adventures with his friends at school the rest of the year. My school year had been very dull, with but a few brief and unsatisfying TUGs with some of Ike’s younger friends to lighten the monotony. In those days my brother and I were barely civil to each other, though it was not as bad as the previous year when we argued daily and occasionally fought with each other (I always lost as my brother was much bigger and stronger than I was then). So the idea of spending my summer with friends closer to my age with common interests appealed to me a great deal.
My aunt came to pick me up on the first Sunday morning of summer vacation, and she had Walter and Randy with her. My mother had gone on ahead to be with dad at the sanatorium, so wasn’t with me on this trip. The three of us boys sat in the back seat despite it being a bit crowded (especially when we playfully rough-housed a little), leaving my aunt peacefully alone in the front seat. I sat in the middle with my cousins on either side, and we talked and wrestled in a good-natured way, but not vigorously enough to disturb my aunt’s driving. She’d just look at us through the rear-view mirror and smile indulgently as she watched us. Later she told me that her sons had moped for weeks after I’d returned home from last summer, and had expressed a wish that I could move in with them year-round. I hadn’t known this, but it made me feel good; especially as I’d often felt the same wish myself but had never voiced it to spare my own family’s feelings. I felt a brief dread at the thought that someday this summer too would end, but quickly put that glum thought aside with the ease of youth.
My cousins’ initial reaction to my first long visit the summer before had been cordial but cool, which had prompted me to give them their space that first day – right up to the time they ambushed me in my own (well, borrowed) bed late that night, handcuffed and leg-cuffed me to it, and began to horseplay around with me by sitting on top of me. This time, from the time their car came into our driveway, I wasn’t separated from either from them for even a minute (except for the inevitable privacy breaks when nature calls) until evening, when... well, I’ll get to that in a bit. In the meantime, we talked non-stop about inane things quite loudly for a while until we saw my aunt shut off her hearing aid for the peace and quiet… which was precisely what we wanted. After that we chatted more freely (and quietly) about our club and our other friends once we were sure she couldn’t hear a word we said (my aunt and mother both were very hard of hearing) and we had total privacy.
The club had thrived during my absence, having gained four new members; I could hardly wait to meet them. David and all the others were still there and everyone in the club had frequent sleepovers at one another’s houses. One of two exceptions to this was Myron, who was relatively reclusive and whose parents discouraged his either sleeping out with friends or inviting friends over; he was also by far the least enthusiastic member of the club when it came to the tie-up-and-torture games we played. Even when he came over to visit one or another of us he rarely did much. The other exception was a member whom I’d met only once and whose name I therefore have long since forgotten; he and his family had moved out of the region even before the school year had started, and no one in the club ever heard from him again (or apparently cared as he wasn’t too popular).
The three of us talked mostly just for the camaraderie. I didn’t need TOO much catching up to do, as I had regularly corresponded by mail with Walter, Randy, David, and Ron anyway – and they’d kept me up to date on the doings of all the others. Al had occasionally written too; but though he was still as friendly as ever, writing letters was not his strong point. In those incredibly primitive days before e-mails and the Internet, long-distance friendships were difficult to maintain and not very satisfying either. But they were a hell of a lot better than NO friendships, which was what I’d had prior to the previous summer! To think that one time my two cousins had all but hated my guts (I was an unlikeable brat sometimes in my younger years); how different and darker my summers would have been had that remained the case!
I had caught up to my older cousins in size and surpassed them. They were equal in height at 5’ 8” and about equal in weight at about 140 pounds; whereas I was 5’ 10” and weighed 170 pounds (the same as last year, but I had grown several inches and had lost a lot of flab). I was probably stronger than either and had recently done a lot of walking and biking to get into better shape. However, they were active in many sports like wrestling, boxing, basketball, track and field, and soccer and always had been trim, fit, and athletic. They definitely each had far greater stamina than I had. Either one by himself could probably have beaten me in a fair fight. Neither knew Karate, which back in those days and in that area wasn’t available for high school students, but they’d have both been avid enthusiasts for martial arts too had they been given the opportunity. As it was, I was more than glad that I wasn’t on their bad side anymore.
My aunt had picked me up in the early afternoon after driving all morning. We had paused perhaps five minutes to load my stuff into the car and say our civil goodbyes to my brother Ike. The drive back to my aunt and cousins’ house took another five hours (including an hour-long stop at a restaurant in the late afternoon) and we arrived at about six o’clock in the evening. My cousins helped me load my luggage out of the car and into my bedroom – the one normally belonging to Walter. He and Randy would bunk together in Randy’s room this time, whereas I had bunked in with Randy before. Randy’s room had a larger bed that could accommodate two comfortably but theoretically not three; though we had disproved THAT theory many times last summer. Both bedrooms were upstairs on the second floor.
Aunt Yvette (perhaps thinking I would want more privacy) offered me the use of the spare bedroom downstairs next to hers (the one my mom had used for one overnight last summer; it had been my uncle’s before he died three years previously) but none of us would hear of it. We wanted to be free to spend time together without disturbing HER; not just for the sake of her own peace and quiet either. As she never came upstairs unannounced except when they were at school to make sure they kept their rooms clean, we were assured of plenty of privacy for our tie-up games if I bunked up there with them. They diligently kept the entire upstairs spotless so that their mom never intruded on them during inconvenient moments (such as when one of them was tied up). She gave in gracefully to my using Walter’s room (and Walter bunking in with Randy rather than using the first floor spare bedroom himself) once she realized we honestly meant it and preferred to remain on the same floor together. At least it’d be more convenient for HER.
Five minutes after we arrived, Aunt Yvette was relaxing with a hot bath followed by watching TV, while my cousins and I went out to the back yard supposedly to play touch football. We played football until we were sure Aunt Yvette was no longer paying any attention to us, then ducked out of sight, removed our shoes, socks, and shirts (we were all three already wearing gym shorts as it was a hot day) and began to wrestle. I wrestled Walter by himself for a while and my greater weight, strength and traction enabled me to hold my own for a while. In the end though his greater endurance and skill prevailed and he had me down with a bully pin – bony knees pinning my shoulders as he straddled my sternum and his hands pinning down my arms. That cheater Randy then assisted him by straddling my shins and holding me down firmly by the kneecaps. I made a token resistance but didn’t really struggle; even had I wanted to I couldn’t have escaped being pinned down by the both of them together. And I didn’t want to. I was happy with things just as they were. I just lay there and admired Walter’s athletic build with my eyes as he pinned me down.
Not content to simply pin me down, Walter moved up on my chest until his crotch was practically in my face, and he tickled my trapped underarms and ribcage while Randy mercilessly tickled my feet – my most ticklish areas. They tickled me into hysterics in no time flat and ignored my laughter-choked and less-than-sincere pleas for mercy. When not tickling me, Walter looked down at me with hands on knees and either squeezed my face between his legs (which still seemed to lack any body hair because his hair was so light in color) or playfully slapped my face and pinched-twisted my nose. He seemed perfectly willing to keep me pinned underneath him all evening, and I would have had no objections whatsoever had he done this.
But then Walter did something I thought very strange; something that I had vaguely fantasized about but had never imagined would actually ever happen to me before. Looking briefly back at Randy, who gave him a quick and silent nod of the head, Walter languidly moved even further up my chest and slowly, gently moved his crotch right up against my face. I could see his growing boner pressing out from the inside of his shorts, and he was pressing it right up against my chin and my cheeks!
Taken completely by surprise, I began to yell and struggle much harder than I had when we were wrestling. With a look of surprise of his own on his face, Walter moved backward until he was on my sternum again, but he and Randy continued to keep me pinned down. I continued to yell, while my cousins urgently tried to shush me before their mother heard the commotion and came outside to investigate.
“Boys?! What’s going on out there?!” I heard Aunt Yvette’s distinctive (and deep for a middling-tall, thin woman like her) voice call out clear across the yard. “Where ARE you?!”
Randy got up off my legs to answer her while Walter continued not only to keep me pinned down but to hand gag me as well. “Jason, please! Calm down!” Walter urged me with a shushing whisper and the look of purest dismay on his face. “I didn’t mean to scare you! Honest! I’ll let you up if you just calm down! But please don’t tell mom, or it’ll ruin everything!”
Well, by this point I had gotten over my initial shock and realized that Walter had been trying to play a new and potentially very interesting game with me – and in my surprise and ignorance I had reacted badly to it. So now I lay there beneath him very quietly and just looked mildly up at him – once again thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having him sit on top of me and hold me down himself rather than tying me up. Encouraged by this, Walter continued in a whisper, “I’d better get up so that mom can see we’re okay. You ARE okay, aren’t you?” he asked with an anxious note in his voice.
I nodded my head with enough eagerness to reassure him, so he got off me and helped me to my feet. Randy was still explaining to my aunt that we were simply wrestling and horsing around when she caught sight of us coming from behind some rose bushes.
“What was that yell?” she asked me with concern. “Are you boys having a fight already?”
“No, Aunt Yvette,” I replied quickly. “Walt and I were just wrestling and, uhh… he surprised me with a sudden move I’d never seen before.” Which after all was quite true.
“Well, okay,” she replied with apparent relief and a warm smile. “Just don’t get carried away. I don’t want to have to drive anyone to the hospital, okay boys?”
“Okay!” we all agreed respectfully as she strode back into the house. Randy and Walter both heaved heavy sighs of relief as she disappeared from sight.
The two of them turned to me. “Sorry again if I startled you, Jase!” Walter said to me. “I didn’t mean to…”
“No, I’m sorry!” I interrupted him. “I think you were just trying to show me something special back there; weren’t you? And… and I spoiled it, didn’t I? I – I…” I stammered to a stop. I WANTED to say: ‘I don’t suppose you’d be willing to start over, would you?” But I couldn’t make the words come out. I just spluttered to a stop as if I’d been gagged, feeling dazed and confused. What DID I want, anyway? Suddenly my brain felt like it’d been turned into mush, and I couldn’t think coherently at all for a while after that.
I should’ve said SOMETHING, though. I realize now that my hesitation was being taken in a different way than I had intended. They thought I was scared of them! And I soon became convinced that they were angry at me!
Their faces reflecting a bit of the disappointment I felt inside me, Walter and Randy picked up their discarded gear, and walked back inside the house without another word. I just stood there in the growing darkness of evening all by myself for a while before I could bring myself to do the same; uncertain if I were trying to protect my own feelings or theirs. In hindsight, I suppose they were thinking the same thing. It wasn’t anger they’d apparently felt… it was more like regret. I shared that same feeling. Did I screw up my whole summer before it even got well started?
I put my discarded clothing back on and re-entered the house, where the others were watching TV; a rerun episode of Land of the Giants. Aunt Yvette wasn’t paying much attention to it; sci-fi wasn’t her interest but she wanted to spend quiet quality time with her sons and let them watch what THEY liked. I watched the TV show myself just to not seem unsociable while at the same time not having to look at either cousin in the eye. I don’t think either of them once glanced at me either. I tried to put all my concentration on the TV show; but it made no lasting impression on me because I don’t remember now which episode it was even though I’ve seen them all rerun on TV many times since.
Exhausted from the long trip to my house and back, Aunt Yvette decided to call it a night by nine, and my cousins decided to do the same. Calling a polite good night to their mother, they trudged quickly upstairs without a word or a glance in my direction. A sharp stab of sorrow hit me then, and I was sure I had ruined my entire summer from day 1.
I belatedly went upstairs after them after getting a drink from the kitchen. I went to their room first, to find their door closed and no sounds whatever coming from inside. I tapped on the door and asked if I could come in, but got nothing but silence in reply. I tapped louder, but was still thoroughly ignored.
Feeling like someone had torn my heart right out of my chest, I slowly and quietly walked to my own (Walter’s) room, softly closed the door, and undressed - leaving my t-shirt and boxer shorts on and using none of the sheets or blankets to cover me. It was a warm and humid night, so I set the fan at full blast and let the white noise of its hum lull me into a deep sleep.
I half-awoke an unknown time later. It was so completely dark that I could not see a thing, but I had heard something over the fan’s humming and felt that I was not alone in the room. Still more than half-asleep, I began to reach floor my glasses on the nightstand beside the bed - only to find that my arms wouldn’t move. As I abruptly awakened more thoroughly, I realized that my wrists had been handcuffed to the metal railing at the head of the bed and my ankles cuffed together to the railing at the foot. A moment later I realized that I could not see even dimly because a pillow case had been gently draped across my face. As I reacted to this by moving my head to shake it off, two hands suddenly gripped my head and two others gripped the pillow case and wound it around my head and tied it up behind to blindfold me.
“Walt? Randy? What are you doing…?” I called out, only to feel a (brand new and never worn, by the taste of it) rolled-up sock stuffed into my mouth and its mate tied over my mouth for a gag. The gag and blindfold left my nostrils unobstructed however, so I could still breathe easily. Physically anyway; psychologically, that was another matter.
I mumphed into my gag incoherently, but I got no response; not even a chuckle that could have helped me identify who (or what) was in the room with me. Of course, common sense immediately told me that it HAD to be Walter and Randy who were ambushing me; just like they had my first night over the previous summer. But what was their motive this time? Were they just playing a friendly tie-up game with me like they had many times last summer in an effort to mend fences? Or were they truly angry at me and preparing to do something to me that even a masochist like me would consider awful?
I lay there in some trepidation. I was sure that they wouldn’t REALLY hurt me… but if they were still mad at me, I’d rather they’d just kill me and put me out of my misery! I just couldn’t face the while summer with them if they were going to stay mad at me!
I suddenly felt two bodies climb on top of me; one knelt-sat on my chest and the other on my belly. Something about their bodies on top of mine felt different – somehow strange and unfamiliar – to me as they settled their weight on me. True, I was wearing a T-shirt this time, whereas I was usually shirtless whenever I’d been sat on before. But I knew right away that it was something else that was different – something about THEM that was not the same as before; but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
It began to scare me a little.
I gave a small, questioning *mumph* through my gag in hopes this would induce my new captors to say something to me – even if only to tell me to be quiet. Something to make them other than unseen weights upon my body in the dark.
“Everything okay, Jason?” I heard Walter’s voice ask just a couple of feet away. Well, he didn’t SOUND angry. He sounded more… puckish!
I *mumphed* in a questioning way again, hoping they would explain whether this was going to be pleasurable play or ghoulish punishment.
“Not too heavy for you, are we cousin?” I heard Randy ask me from a bit further away.
I made an “Unh Unh” sound while shaking my head to clearly indicate that they were anything but too heavy for me. They both sounded like their usual selves… encouraging me to hope that all was forgiven and that everything could be as it was before.
“Okay if we stay here for the night then?” asked Walter with a slight… giggle.
I nodded my head vigorously so that there’d be no doubt in their minds that this would make me very happy. “Cool!” replied Walter simply, and there was nothing more said for a while after that. I could still feel their bodies on top of mine, and I still couldn’t figure out why they felt different than usual.
“Sooo, Jase,” said Walter more quietly and hesitantly than before. “Remember when I accidentally startled you earlier?”
I nodded my head slowly; trying to express interest without disapproval.
“Want me to show you what I had in mind?” he asked me quietly.
I nodded again, less hesitantly but still uncertain.
I heard both boys giggle then, and suddenly felt what seemed to be Walter’s finger gently tap me on the chin. Only, it didn’t quite feel like a finger. It seemed… wider, and… well, softer and FLESHIER somehow! And it felt nothing like a fingernail. What WAS it then?
Walter and Randy laughed louder and harder. “He doesn’t know what it is!” crowed Randy. “Let’s show him what it is, shall we?”
“Okay,” replied Walter with a snicker. “Let me get his glasses first…”
I felt Walter’s weight shift half off me for a moment and then the distinctive clatter of a set of glasses being picked up. I heard them clatter slightly as Walter then undid my blindfold while holding my glasses in one hand. At the same time Randy’s weight disappeared entirely for a few moments; the sound of a light switch clicking before the weight suddenly returned informed me what HE had just done. I felt the blindfold loosen, and the absolute darkness in front of my eyes turned into a bright blur as my eyes tried to adapt to the glare of the room light. A moment later my glasses were put on my face; and everything around me came into focus.
I looked up at Walter and Randy. They wore huge, mischievous grins on their faces.
That’s ALL they were wearing.
NOW I knew why their bodies felt unfamiliar to me up to now… and what Walter was poking me in the face with as he sat on the uppermost part of my chest! For the very first time ever, my cousins were sitting on me completely NAKED!
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THE NEXT SUMMER
CHAPTER 1
About the time I turned 14, my father became ill again, worse than last time, and it looked as if he would not live to see the end of the year. He had to stay at a special sanatorium in a distant town to receive the medical attention he needed, and my mother was going to stay with him in a special wing of the hospital for spouses and family members of the patients. Because my mother would not be around most of the time and my 18-year-old brother Ike would be too busy with other concerns (maintaining a summer job, keeping the house in good order, and so forth) to take proper care of me, it was decided to have me bunk in with my cousins Walter and Randy once again – this time probably for the entire summer rather than just two weeks as before.
My cousins and I had become very good friends (and TUG buddies, although we had never heard of that term back then) during my previous visit, and I had made several other friends as well, whereas I had no real friends of my own in my home town. So for me it was a reversal of the Harry Potter story, where he has miserable summers but is happy and has adventures with his friends at school the rest of the year. My school year had been very dull, with but a few brief and unsatisfying TUGs with some of Ike’s younger friends to lighten the monotony. In those days my brother and I were barely civil to each other, though it was not as bad as the previous year when we argued daily and occasionally fought with each other (I always lost as my brother was much bigger and stronger than I was then). So the idea of spending my summer with friends closer to my age with common interests appealed to me a great deal.
My aunt came to pick me up on the first Sunday morning of summer vacation, and she had Walter and Randy with her. My mother had gone on ahead to be with dad at the sanatorium, so wasn’t with me on this trip. The three of us boys sat in the back seat despite it being a bit crowded (especially when we playfully rough-housed a little), leaving my aunt peacefully alone in the front seat. I sat in the middle with my cousins on either side, and we talked and wrestled in a good-natured way, but not vigorously enough to disturb my aunt’s driving. She’d just look at us through the rear-view mirror and smile indulgently as she watched us. Later she told me that her sons had moped for weeks after I’d returned home from last summer, and had expressed a wish that I could move in with them year-round. I hadn’t known this, but it made me feel good; especially as I’d often felt the same wish myself but had never voiced it to spare my own family’s feelings. I felt a brief dread at the thought that someday this summer too would end, but quickly put that glum thought aside with the ease of youth.
My cousins’ initial reaction to my first long visit the summer before had been cordial but cool, which had prompted me to give them their space that first day – right up to the time they ambushed me in my own (well, borrowed) bed late that night, handcuffed and leg-cuffed me to it, and began to horseplay around with me by sitting on top of me. This time, from the time their car came into our driveway, I wasn’t separated from either from them for even a minute (except for the inevitable privacy breaks when nature calls) until evening, when... well, I’ll get to that in a bit. In the meantime, we talked non-stop about inane things quite loudly for a while until we saw my aunt shut off her hearing aid for the peace and quiet… which was precisely what we wanted. After that we chatted more freely (and quietly) about our club and our other friends once we were sure she couldn’t hear a word we said (my aunt and mother both were very hard of hearing) and we had total privacy.
The club had thrived during my absence, having gained four new members; I could hardly wait to meet them. David and all the others were still there and everyone in the club had frequent sleepovers at one another’s houses. One of two exceptions to this was Myron, who was relatively reclusive and whose parents discouraged his either sleeping out with friends or inviting friends over; he was also by far the least enthusiastic member of the club when it came to the tie-up-and-torture games we played. Even when he came over to visit one or another of us he rarely did much. The other exception was a member whom I’d met only once and whose name I therefore have long since forgotten; he and his family had moved out of the region even before the school year had started, and no one in the club ever heard from him again (or apparently cared as he wasn’t too popular).
The three of us talked mostly just for the camaraderie. I didn’t need TOO much catching up to do, as I had regularly corresponded by mail with Walter, Randy, David, and Ron anyway – and they’d kept me up to date on the doings of all the others. Al had occasionally written too; but though he was still as friendly as ever, writing letters was not his strong point. In those incredibly primitive days before e-mails and the Internet, long-distance friendships were difficult to maintain and not very satisfying either. But they were a hell of a lot better than NO friendships, which was what I’d had prior to the previous summer! To think that one time my two cousins had all but hated my guts (I was an unlikeable brat sometimes in my younger years); how different and darker my summers would have been had that remained the case!
I had caught up to my older cousins in size and surpassed them. They were equal in height at 5’ 8” and about equal in weight at about 140 pounds; whereas I was 5’ 10” and weighed 170 pounds (the same as last year, but I had grown several inches and had lost a lot of flab). I was probably stronger than either and had recently done a lot of walking and biking to get into better shape. However, they were active in many sports like wrestling, boxing, basketball, track and field, and soccer and always had been trim, fit, and athletic. They definitely each had far greater stamina than I had. Either one by himself could probably have beaten me in a fair fight. Neither knew Karate, which back in those days and in that area wasn’t available for high school students, but they’d have both been avid enthusiasts for martial arts too had they been given the opportunity. As it was, I was more than glad that I wasn’t on their bad side anymore.
My aunt had picked me up in the early afternoon after driving all morning. We had paused perhaps five minutes to load my stuff into the car and say our civil goodbyes to my brother Ike. The drive back to my aunt and cousins’ house took another five hours (including an hour-long stop at a restaurant in the late afternoon) and we arrived at about six o’clock in the evening. My cousins helped me load my luggage out of the car and into my bedroom – the one normally belonging to Walter. He and Randy would bunk together in Randy’s room this time, whereas I had bunked in with Randy before. Randy’s room had a larger bed that could accommodate two comfortably but theoretically not three; though we had disproved THAT theory many times last summer. Both bedrooms were upstairs on the second floor.
Aunt Yvette (perhaps thinking I would want more privacy) offered me the use of the spare bedroom downstairs next to hers (the one my mom had used for one overnight last summer; it had been my uncle’s before he died three years previously) but none of us would hear of it. We wanted to be free to spend time together without disturbing HER; not just for the sake of her own peace and quiet either. As she never came upstairs unannounced except when they were at school to make sure they kept their rooms clean, we were assured of plenty of privacy for our tie-up games if I bunked up there with them. They diligently kept the entire upstairs spotless so that their mom never intruded on them during inconvenient moments (such as when one of them was tied up). She gave in gracefully to my using Walter’s room (and Walter bunking in with Randy rather than using the first floor spare bedroom himself) once she realized we honestly meant it and preferred to remain on the same floor together. At least it’d be more convenient for HER.
Five minutes after we arrived, Aunt Yvette was relaxing with a hot bath followed by watching TV, while my cousins and I went out to the back yard supposedly to play touch football. We played football until we were sure Aunt Yvette was no longer paying any attention to us, then ducked out of sight, removed our shoes, socks, and shirts (we were all three already wearing gym shorts as it was a hot day) and began to wrestle. I wrestled Walter by himself for a while and my greater weight, strength and traction enabled me to hold my own for a while. In the end though his greater endurance and skill prevailed and he had me down with a bully pin – bony knees pinning my shoulders as he straddled my sternum and his hands pinning down my arms. That cheater Randy then assisted him by straddling my shins and holding me down firmly by the kneecaps. I made a token resistance but didn’t really struggle; even had I wanted to I couldn’t have escaped being pinned down by the both of them together. And I didn’t want to. I was happy with things just as they were. I just lay there and admired Walter’s athletic build with my eyes as he pinned me down.
Not content to simply pin me down, Walter moved up on my chest until his crotch was practically in my face, and he tickled my trapped underarms and ribcage while Randy mercilessly tickled my feet – my most ticklish areas. They tickled me into hysterics in no time flat and ignored my laughter-choked and less-than-sincere pleas for mercy. When not tickling me, Walter looked down at me with hands on knees and either squeezed my face between his legs (which still seemed to lack any body hair because his hair was so light in color) or playfully slapped my face and pinched-twisted my nose. He seemed perfectly willing to keep me pinned underneath him all evening, and I would have had no objections whatsoever had he done this.
But then Walter did something I thought very strange; something that I had vaguely fantasized about but had never imagined would actually ever happen to me before. Looking briefly back at Randy, who gave him a quick and silent nod of the head, Walter languidly moved even further up my chest and slowly, gently moved his crotch right up against my face. I could see his growing boner pressing out from the inside of his shorts, and he was pressing it right up against my chin and my cheeks!
Taken completely by surprise, I began to yell and struggle much harder than I had when we were wrestling. With a look of surprise of his own on his face, Walter moved backward until he was on my sternum again, but he and Randy continued to keep me pinned down. I continued to yell, while my cousins urgently tried to shush me before their mother heard the commotion and came outside to investigate.
“Boys?! What’s going on out there?!” I heard Aunt Yvette’s distinctive (and deep for a middling-tall, thin woman like her) voice call out clear across the yard. “Where ARE you?!”
Randy got up off my legs to answer her while Walter continued not only to keep me pinned down but to hand gag me as well. “Jason, please! Calm down!” Walter urged me with a shushing whisper and the look of purest dismay on his face. “I didn’t mean to scare you! Honest! I’ll let you up if you just calm down! But please don’t tell mom, or it’ll ruin everything!”
Well, by this point I had gotten over my initial shock and realized that Walter had been trying to play a new and potentially very interesting game with me – and in my surprise and ignorance I had reacted badly to it. So now I lay there beneath him very quietly and just looked mildly up at him – once again thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having him sit on top of me and hold me down himself rather than tying me up. Encouraged by this, Walter continued in a whisper, “I’d better get up so that mom can see we’re okay. You ARE okay, aren’t you?” he asked with an anxious note in his voice.
I nodded my head with enough eagerness to reassure him, so he got off me and helped me to my feet. Randy was still explaining to my aunt that we were simply wrestling and horsing around when she caught sight of us coming from behind some rose bushes.
“What was that yell?” she asked me with concern. “Are you boys having a fight already?”
“No, Aunt Yvette,” I replied quickly. “Walt and I were just wrestling and, uhh… he surprised me with a sudden move I’d never seen before.” Which after all was quite true.
“Well, okay,” she replied with apparent relief and a warm smile. “Just don’t get carried away. I don’t want to have to drive anyone to the hospital, okay boys?”
“Okay!” we all agreed respectfully as she strode back into the house. Randy and Walter both heaved heavy sighs of relief as she disappeared from sight.
The two of them turned to me. “Sorry again if I startled you, Jase!” Walter said to me. “I didn’t mean to…”
“No, I’m sorry!” I interrupted him. “I think you were just trying to show me something special back there; weren’t you? And… and I spoiled it, didn’t I? I – I…” I stammered to a stop. I WANTED to say: ‘I don’t suppose you’d be willing to start over, would you?” But I couldn’t make the words come out. I just spluttered to a stop as if I’d been gagged, feeling dazed and confused. What DID I want, anyway? Suddenly my brain felt like it’d been turned into mush, and I couldn’t think coherently at all for a while after that.
I should’ve said SOMETHING, though. I realize now that my hesitation was being taken in a different way than I had intended. They thought I was scared of them! And I soon became convinced that they were angry at me!
Their faces reflecting a bit of the disappointment I felt inside me, Walter and Randy picked up their discarded gear, and walked back inside the house without another word. I just stood there in the growing darkness of evening all by myself for a while before I could bring myself to do the same; uncertain if I were trying to protect my own feelings or theirs. In hindsight, I suppose they were thinking the same thing. It wasn’t anger they’d apparently felt… it was more like regret. I shared that same feeling. Did I screw up my whole summer before it even got well started?
I put my discarded clothing back on and re-entered the house, where the others were watching TV; a rerun episode of Land of the Giants. Aunt Yvette wasn’t paying much attention to it; sci-fi wasn’t her interest but she wanted to spend quiet quality time with her sons and let them watch what THEY liked. I watched the TV show myself just to not seem unsociable while at the same time not having to look at either cousin in the eye. I don’t think either of them once glanced at me either. I tried to put all my concentration on the TV show; but it made no lasting impression on me because I don’t remember now which episode it was even though I’ve seen them all rerun on TV many times since.
Exhausted from the long trip to my house and back, Aunt Yvette decided to call it a night by nine, and my cousins decided to do the same. Calling a polite good night to their mother, they trudged quickly upstairs without a word or a glance in my direction. A sharp stab of sorrow hit me then, and I was sure I had ruined my entire summer from day 1.
I belatedly went upstairs after them after getting a drink from the kitchen. I went to their room first, to find their door closed and no sounds whatever coming from inside. I tapped on the door and asked if I could come in, but got nothing but silence in reply. I tapped louder, but was still thoroughly ignored.
Feeling like someone had torn my heart right out of my chest, I slowly and quietly walked to my own (Walter’s) room, softly closed the door, and undressed - leaving my t-shirt and boxer shorts on and using none of the sheets or blankets to cover me. It was a warm and humid night, so I set the fan at full blast and let the white noise of its hum lull me into a deep sleep.
I half-awoke an unknown time later. It was so completely dark that I could not see a thing, but I had heard something over the fan’s humming and felt that I was not alone in the room. Still more than half-asleep, I began to reach floor my glasses on the nightstand beside the bed - only to find that my arms wouldn’t move. As I abruptly awakened more thoroughly, I realized that my wrists had been handcuffed to the metal railing at the head of the bed and my ankles cuffed together to the railing at the foot. A moment later I realized that I could not see even dimly because a pillow case had been gently draped across my face. As I reacted to this by moving my head to shake it off, two hands suddenly gripped my head and two others gripped the pillow case and wound it around my head and tied it up behind to blindfold me.
“Walt? Randy? What are you doing…?” I called out, only to feel a (brand new and never worn, by the taste of it) rolled-up sock stuffed into my mouth and its mate tied over my mouth for a gag. The gag and blindfold left my nostrils unobstructed however, so I could still breathe easily. Physically anyway; psychologically, that was another matter.
I mumphed into my gag incoherently, but I got no response; not even a chuckle that could have helped me identify who (or what) was in the room with me. Of course, common sense immediately told me that it HAD to be Walter and Randy who were ambushing me; just like they had my first night over the previous summer. But what was their motive this time? Were they just playing a friendly tie-up game with me like they had many times last summer in an effort to mend fences? Or were they truly angry at me and preparing to do something to me that even a masochist like me would consider awful?
I lay there in some trepidation. I was sure that they wouldn’t REALLY hurt me… but if they were still mad at me, I’d rather they’d just kill me and put me out of my misery! I just couldn’t face the while summer with them if they were going to stay mad at me!
I suddenly felt two bodies climb on top of me; one knelt-sat on my chest and the other on my belly. Something about their bodies on top of mine felt different – somehow strange and unfamiliar – to me as they settled their weight on me. True, I was wearing a T-shirt this time, whereas I was usually shirtless whenever I’d been sat on before. But I knew right away that it was something else that was different – something about THEM that was not the same as before; but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
It began to scare me a little.
I gave a small, questioning *mumph* through my gag in hopes this would induce my new captors to say something to me – even if only to tell me to be quiet. Something to make them other than unseen weights upon my body in the dark.
“Everything okay, Jason?” I heard Walter’s voice ask just a couple of feet away. Well, he didn’t SOUND angry. He sounded more… puckish!
I *mumphed* in a questioning way again, hoping they would explain whether this was going to be pleasurable play or ghoulish punishment.
“Not too heavy for you, are we cousin?” I heard Randy ask me from a bit further away.
I made an “Unh Unh” sound while shaking my head to clearly indicate that they were anything but too heavy for me. They both sounded like their usual selves… encouraging me to hope that all was forgiven and that everything could be as it was before.
“Okay if we stay here for the night then?” asked Walter with a slight… giggle.
I nodded my head vigorously so that there’d be no doubt in their minds that this would make me very happy. “Cool!” replied Walter simply, and there was nothing more said for a while after that. I could still feel their bodies on top of mine, and I still couldn’t figure out why they felt different than usual.
“Sooo, Jase,” said Walter more quietly and hesitantly than before. “Remember when I accidentally startled you earlier?”
I nodded my head slowly; trying to express interest without disapproval.
“Want me to show you what I had in mind?” he asked me quietly.
I nodded again, less hesitantly but still uncertain.
I heard both boys giggle then, and suddenly felt what seemed to be Walter’s finger gently tap me on the chin. Only, it didn’t quite feel like a finger. It seemed… wider, and… well, softer and FLESHIER somehow! And it felt nothing like a fingernail. What WAS it then?
Walter and Randy laughed louder and harder. “He doesn’t know what it is!” crowed Randy. “Let’s show him what it is, shall we?”
“Okay,” replied Walter with a snicker. “Let me get his glasses first…”
I felt Walter’s weight shift half off me for a moment and then the distinctive clatter of a set of glasses being picked up. I heard them clatter slightly as Walter then undid my blindfold while holding my glasses in one hand. At the same time Randy’s weight disappeared entirely for a few moments; the sound of a light switch clicking before the weight suddenly returned informed me what HE had just done. I felt the blindfold loosen, and the absolute darkness in front of my eyes turned into a bright blur as my eyes tried to adapt to the glare of the room light. A moment later my glasses were put on my face; and everything around me came into focus.
I looked up at Walter and Randy. They wore huge, mischievous grins on their faces.
That’s ALL they were wearing.
NOW I knew why their bodies felt unfamiliar to me up to now… and what Walter was poking me in the face with as he sat on the uppermost part of my chest! For the very first time ever, my cousins were sitting on me completely NAKED!
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