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Hey people! There is a new chapter indeed! Two more to go.
Fun with Danny : Summer Heat
Chapter 8 – Stamina Matters
Two minutes later, the fellow-prisoners crossed the tool shed’s threshold with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
There was a faucet with a hose twenty yards away. Two washing-up bowls lay on the grass, with a pile of towels close by.
Walter went from one captive to the next with small padlocks.
“We’re going to release your hands, so we’ll make sure the muzzles stay on …”
He locked the buckle behind their heads, making the silencing device’s removal impossible.
Greg followed, with the key to the handcuffs.
“You will use your hands to get undressed. No trick, and no dawdling. Fold your clothes in a neat pile …”
They wore jerseys, shorts, underwear, shoes, and socks, which Walter had them remove in that order. Their socks had picked up rather nasty smells throughout the morning exercising, and of course while being left to simmer in the tropical greenhouse the tool shed turned into.
The boys all left a neat pile in front of them. Greg led them fifteen feet away, where Walter waited with handcuffs.
The naked lads, hands cuffed behind their backs, stood together while Walter hosed them from head to toe. Their muscles relaxed as the refreshing water hit. Greg started shampooing Graham, and his cousin took care of Alistair.
The cousins then filled the bowls with water and picked up sponges and soap. It took them a while to scrub their charges all over, insisting on their armpits, mid-sections, and their feet.
Greg picked up the hose and rinsed them, turning around so he wouldn’t miss a spot. The three captives felt much better.
“Get towels and dry each other,” Walter ordered.
It took the boys some contortions and ingenuity with their hands behind their backs.
“They seem to have done OK,” Greg assessed when he got the towels back. “Though they’re still waving their big boners around.”
Shrugs and headshakes followed the taunt.
“Stay still, we’ll put the stuff away,” Walter announced.
The lined bound and gagged lads witnessed the stuffing of their clothes into plastic bags—sorted by kind, not by owner. All the jerseys went in one bag, the shorts in another one, and so on. Walter stuffed the socks into a green bag and knotted them all tight to seal their content. The captive audience made a mental note in case it showed up in one of Greg and Walter’s devious trials.
Walter set the bags in the shade of the coppice and fetched a sports bag that contained clean clothes.
The colour codes were respected: blue, green, and purple … The three pupils were a bit more decent soon, their mid-sections protected and their feet wearing long socks and shoes.
“Enough relaxation, lads. We’ve got more porn to shoot. Who wants to get sucked first?”
The boys kept mum. Was the silence rule on?
“No one wants to? I’ll volunteer someone, then … Lavender, you’re up. Being kind, I’ll have your little friend Blue be the first to suck you. Come here, Blue.”
Walter had set the shooting scene very close with trees and bushes as the background. The sun was behind him, and his tripod was three feet above the ground.
Graham and Danny complied with all indications. For the first rounds of filmed fellatios, they stayed cuffed.
Walter also had his cousin remove Danny’s gag. He’d framed his shot around Graham’s midsection and the kneeling boy’s head, so Greg didn’t show his face; he was the stranger handling the unfortunate hostage.
Danny sucked and pumped happily. His friend’s rod tasted good, and he had Graham grind his hips in no time. To make the blowjob more cinematic, Danny insisted when he felt Graham was about to explode. The gagged yelling sounded like a wounded animal.
“And … cut!” Walter announced once Danny pulled away. Greg quickly put the muzzle on both boys again, buckling them snugly and pumping up the bladders.
“Did you notice the sounds they make are weirder and weirder, Walter?”
“That’s good for the video, it sounds more … genuine. Stay where you are, Blue,” Greg said, grabbing Graham by the arm and taking him out of the frame. He had him trade places with Alistair.
“Doing OK, Blue? You can suck another one of your friends?”
“Mmh.”
Danny rarely got tired of the sex stuff, so he merrily accepted. The noises produced by the gagged recipient of Danny’s favours sounded higher-pitched and louder than before. Once the ten minutes of blowjob were in the can, Walter swapped the two boys. Alistair got on his knees, with Danny standing in front, his now huge boner tenting his thong and shorts. Greg removed Alistair’s gag and lowered Danny’s shorts and underwear around his knees.
“Get to it, Green, get your new friend to make funny noises,” Greg told the kneeling boy. “It’ll be on video so we don’t forget!”
None of the lads was sure what Greg and Walter would do with hours of gay bondage porn.
On cue from Walter, Alistair tried to bring the newbie with stellar mouth work. His tongue, his cheeks, his lips, and all his facial muscles mobilized to bring the other teenager to orgasm as fast as possible.
The cold water had revived Danny. Sucking his friends also had boosted his libido. Alistair’s skilled mouth found a fertile field to elicit a strong orgasm and an intense wail from the helpless boy.
After his ‘cut,’ Walter praised his actors.
“I love how your cheeks bulge when you suck cock, Green. And you made Blue scream just as we asked. Perfect.”
They moved on to two more shots with the characters that hadn’t been paired so far: Alistair and Graham. The blond boy was brought in front of his kneeling fellow-student. His dong still darted towards the sky when Greg’s hand pulled his shorts and Speedos down.
Alistair had to work on his new customer longer and harder. Eventually, his pumping got impressive nasal noises and a quivering mid-section.
Alistair had to stand to get his muzzle back on. Greg prepared Graham, having him to sit on his knees. He patted Alistair’s bum to lead him straight in front of his escort-boy.
Alistair’s boner was livelier. Graham tackled his task with interest and passion. The black boy soon growled and writhed, announcing the great gushing that Alistair swallowed at once.
“The acting was good,” Walter assessed, “but the lighting not so much. Could we redo it?”
Greg wiped Alistair’s dick and slid it back under the layers of shiny fabric.
“Blue, come over here,” the blond angel ordered.
Danny complied and came to kneel in front of Alistair.
“Get a good whiff,” Greg said grabbing the kidnapped babysitter’s black hair and setting his nose over the green-shorted boner. It smelled fresh even if cummy. He felt Greg fumbling with the muzzle and baring Alistair’s genitals at the same time.
No sprouting boner leaped out of the confines of the underwear.
“Get to it, Blue, make him hard.”
Danny stuck his tongue out and tickled the penis’ tip. Alistair reacted favourably; Danny put his skills at work, and soon his mouth engulfed the rod, brought back to a size deemed fit for the naughty cousins’ shot.
His new friend was getting less eager and less hard. Danny used a few tricks: he pumped and had his tongue swirl around the member, deep-throating even. It worked, but there were no tremors, no weird sounds …
“Put a little more heart into it, boys. This doesn’t look very passionate from where I stand,” the director scolded between shots.
“They can’t be getting tired already?” Greg wondered.
When he lowered Danny’s shorts and undies, he had to face the facts: their actors were losing the wonderful priapic condition that had made them so good in the previous scenes.
“He’s getting limp, Walt.”
“How come? He’s been in chastity for weeks, he should be hard all the time!”
“When I get out of the swimming pool, my dick is all shrunk and small. That’s what probably happened when we hosed them clean.”
The cousins had their three guests stand next to each other.
“We’ll take a little break. We’re generous enough to assist you directly,” Walter said, reaching for Graham’s package, feeling through the shorts and getting the tube of flesh to grow again. It did grow, but not hard enough.
Greg noted the same issue with Danny; his hand had grown to know where to brush against, which spot to feel, what pressure to apply … Alas, nothing that would summon a boner the actor would be proud to record for eternity.
Walter had moved on to Alistair, only to report that his dong was flaccid.
“We’ve got them spent already. Even our magic caresses won’t work …” Walter despaired.
“Let’s head back inside. I feel like eating a snack. There are more toys we can try in the living room.”
They gathered all the equipment. The bags with ropes and containing their dirty, smelly clothes could be entrusted with the captives. Alistair carried the ropes and Danny was in charge of the worn clothing. Graham didn’t carry anything; he got fondled and kneaded during the short walk to keep him busy.
Once in the kitchen, the captives were asked to sit on the solid, rustic chairs around the table. The young wardens didn’t use rope –yet– to bind them down.
Greg and Walter then had their snack, completely ignoring their guests. The silence rule they were under helped. Had they been moaning and protesting, their captors would have leisurely spread the apricot jam on toast just the same.
Once he was done, Greg stood up and went to the other side of the table. He wanted to see what a half hour of rest had done to the exhausted dicks.
“Green seems to be a bit firmer … now, Blue’s dick makes a bulge but it isn’t hard … Lavender doesn’t fare any better.”
“I wish we’d nicked the bottle of Viagra the headmaster keeps in his desk,” Walter regretted. “Stand up, lads, and help each other growing a proper boner. Our favourite studs can’t let us down!”
The boys complied and tried their best rubbing against each other, cupping their palms at the small of their backs to make a receptacle for their friends’ shorted packages. Five minutes later, the young performers displayed visible erections.
“With a little help from their friends, they manage,” Walter snarled. He caught Greg lost in thoughts, looking at the three plastic bags they’d had Danny set on the big kitchen table.
“They’re back on track, then … I wouldn’t mind running a little experiment. Sit back down, lads! We’ll bind them, Walt. Let me handle Lavender …”
They set pinning the boys down to the hefty furniture with ropes. The three of them had their thighs spread open, with their knees bound at the side of the seat. Their chests were held fast to the rungs behind them.
“They can’t escape, I guess,” Greg said, having an extra look at the rope work.
“But their hard-ons seem bigger,” Walter commented, reaching for Alistair’s package first before checking the other two models. They were harder too.
“So being bound in lots of rope gets them hard. Let’s try something else.”
TBC
Fun with Danny : Summer Heat
Chapter 8 – Stamina Matters
Two minutes later, the fellow-prisoners crossed the tool shed’s threshold with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
There was a faucet with a hose twenty yards away. Two washing-up bowls lay on the grass, with a pile of towels close by.
Walter went from one captive to the next with small padlocks.
“We’re going to release your hands, so we’ll make sure the muzzles stay on …”
He locked the buckle behind their heads, making the silencing device’s removal impossible.
Greg followed, with the key to the handcuffs.
“You will use your hands to get undressed. No trick, and no dawdling. Fold your clothes in a neat pile …”
They wore jerseys, shorts, underwear, shoes, and socks, which Walter had them remove in that order. Their socks had picked up rather nasty smells throughout the morning exercising, and of course while being left to simmer in the tropical greenhouse the tool shed turned into.
The boys all left a neat pile in front of them. Greg led them fifteen feet away, where Walter waited with handcuffs.
The naked lads, hands cuffed behind their backs, stood together while Walter hosed them from head to toe. Their muscles relaxed as the refreshing water hit. Greg started shampooing Graham, and his cousin took care of Alistair.
The cousins then filled the bowls with water and picked up sponges and soap. It took them a while to scrub their charges all over, insisting on their armpits, mid-sections, and their feet.
Greg picked up the hose and rinsed them, turning around so he wouldn’t miss a spot. The three captives felt much better.
“Get towels and dry each other,” Walter ordered.
It took the boys some contortions and ingenuity with their hands behind their backs.
“They seem to have done OK,” Greg assessed when he got the towels back. “Though they’re still waving their big boners around.”
Shrugs and headshakes followed the taunt.
“Stay still, we’ll put the stuff away,” Walter announced.
The lined bound and gagged lads witnessed the stuffing of their clothes into plastic bags—sorted by kind, not by owner. All the jerseys went in one bag, the shorts in another one, and so on. Walter stuffed the socks into a green bag and knotted them all tight to seal their content. The captive audience made a mental note in case it showed up in one of Greg and Walter’s devious trials.
Walter set the bags in the shade of the coppice and fetched a sports bag that contained clean clothes.
The colour codes were respected: blue, green, and purple … The three pupils were a bit more decent soon, their mid-sections protected and their feet wearing long socks and shoes.
“Enough relaxation, lads. We’ve got more porn to shoot. Who wants to get sucked first?”
The boys kept mum. Was the silence rule on?
“No one wants to? I’ll volunteer someone, then … Lavender, you’re up. Being kind, I’ll have your little friend Blue be the first to suck you. Come here, Blue.”
Walter had set the shooting scene very close with trees and bushes as the background. The sun was behind him, and his tripod was three feet above the ground.
Graham and Danny complied with all indications. For the first rounds of filmed fellatios, they stayed cuffed.
Walter also had his cousin remove Danny’s gag. He’d framed his shot around Graham’s midsection and the kneeling boy’s head, so Greg didn’t show his face; he was the stranger handling the unfortunate hostage.
Danny sucked and pumped happily. His friend’s rod tasted good, and he had Graham grind his hips in no time. To make the blowjob more cinematic, Danny insisted when he felt Graham was about to explode. The gagged yelling sounded like a wounded animal.
“And … cut!” Walter announced once Danny pulled away. Greg quickly put the muzzle on both boys again, buckling them snugly and pumping up the bladders.
“Did you notice the sounds they make are weirder and weirder, Walter?”
“That’s good for the video, it sounds more … genuine. Stay where you are, Blue,” Greg said, grabbing Graham by the arm and taking him out of the frame. He had him trade places with Alistair.
“Doing OK, Blue? You can suck another one of your friends?”
“Mmh.”
Danny rarely got tired of the sex stuff, so he merrily accepted. The noises produced by the gagged recipient of Danny’s favours sounded higher-pitched and louder than before. Once the ten minutes of blowjob were in the can, Walter swapped the two boys. Alistair got on his knees, with Danny standing in front, his now huge boner tenting his thong and shorts. Greg removed Alistair’s gag and lowered Danny’s shorts and underwear around his knees.
“Get to it, Green, get your new friend to make funny noises,” Greg told the kneeling boy. “It’ll be on video so we don’t forget!”
None of the lads was sure what Greg and Walter would do with hours of gay bondage porn.
On cue from Walter, Alistair tried to bring the newbie with stellar mouth work. His tongue, his cheeks, his lips, and all his facial muscles mobilized to bring the other teenager to orgasm as fast as possible.
The cold water had revived Danny. Sucking his friends also had boosted his libido. Alistair’s skilled mouth found a fertile field to elicit a strong orgasm and an intense wail from the helpless boy.
After his ‘cut,’ Walter praised his actors.
“I love how your cheeks bulge when you suck cock, Green. And you made Blue scream just as we asked. Perfect.”
They moved on to two more shots with the characters that hadn’t been paired so far: Alistair and Graham. The blond boy was brought in front of his kneeling fellow-student. His dong still darted towards the sky when Greg’s hand pulled his shorts and Speedos down.
Alistair had to work on his new customer longer and harder. Eventually, his pumping got impressive nasal noises and a quivering mid-section.
Alistair had to stand to get his muzzle back on. Greg prepared Graham, having him to sit on his knees. He patted Alistair’s bum to lead him straight in front of his escort-boy.
Alistair’s boner was livelier. Graham tackled his task with interest and passion. The black boy soon growled and writhed, announcing the great gushing that Alistair swallowed at once.
“The acting was good,” Walter assessed, “but the lighting not so much. Could we redo it?”
Greg wiped Alistair’s dick and slid it back under the layers of shiny fabric.
“Blue, come over here,” the blond angel ordered.
Danny complied and came to kneel in front of Alistair.
“Get a good whiff,” Greg said grabbing the kidnapped babysitter’s black hair and setting his nose over the green-shorted boner. It smelled fresh even if cummy. He felt Greg fumbling with the muzzle and baring Alistair’s genitals at the same time.
No sprouting boner leaped out of the confines of the underwear.
“Get to it, Blue, make him hard.”
Danny stuck his tongue out and tickled the penis’ tip. Alistair reacted favourably; Danny put his skills at work, and soon his mouth engulfed the rod, brought back to a size deemed fit for the naughty cousins’ shot.
His new friend was getting less eager and less hard. Danny used a few tricks: he pumped and had his tongue swirl around the member, deep-throating even. It worked, but there were no tremors, no weird sounds …
“Put a little more heart into it, boys. This doesn’t look very passionate from where I stand,” the director scolded between shots.
“They can’t be getting tired already?” Greg wondered.
When he lowered Danny’s shorts and undies, he had to face the facts: their actors were losing the wonderful priapic condition that had made them so good in the previous scenes.
“He’s getting limp, Walt.”
“How come? He’s been in chastity for weeks, he should be hard all the time!”
“When I get out of the swimming pool, my dick is all shrunk and small. That’s what probably happened when we hosed them clean.”
The cousins had their three guests stand next to each other.
“We’ll take a little break. We’re generous enough to assist you directly,” Walter said, reaching for Graham’s package, feeling through the shorts and getting the tube of flesh to grow again. It did grow, but not hard enough.
Greg noted the same issue with Danny; his hand had grown to know where to brush against, which spot to feel, what pressure to apply … Alas, nothing that would summon a boner the actor would be proud to record for eternity.
Walter had moved on to Alistair, only to report that his dong was flaccid.
“We’ve got them spent already. Even our magic caresses won’t work …” Walter despaired.
“Let’s head back inside. I feel like eating a snack. There are more toys we can try in the living room.”
They gathered all the equipment. The bags with ropes and containing their dirty, smelly clothes could be entrusted with the captives. Alistair carried the ropes and Danny was in charge of the worn clothing. Graham didn’t carry anything; he got fondled and kneaded during the short walk to keep him busy.
Once in the kitchen, the captives were asked to sit on the solid, rustic chairs around the table. The young wardens didn’t use rope –yet– to bind them down.
Greg and Walter then had their snack, completely ignoring their guests. The silence rule they were under helped. Had they been moaning and protesting, their captors would have leisurely spread the apricot jam on toast just the same.
Once he was done, Greg stood up and went to the other side of the table. He wanted to see what a half hour of rest had done to the exhausted dicks.
“Green seems to be a bit firmer … now, Blue’s dick makes a bulge but it isn’t hard … Lavender doesn’t fare any better.”
“I wish we’d nicked the bottle of Viagra the headmaster keeps in his desk,” Walter regretted. “Stand up, lads, and help each other growing a proper boner. Our favourite studs can’t let us down!”
The boys complied and tried their best rubbing against each other, cupping their palms at the small of their backs to make a receptacle for their friends’ shorted packages. Five minutes later, the young performers displayed visible erections.
“With a little help from their friends, they manage,” Walter snarled. He caught Greg lost in thoughts, looking at the three plastic bags they’d had Danny set on the big kitchen table.
“They’re back on track, then … I wouldn’t mind running a little experiment. Sit back down, lads! We’ll bind them, Walt. Let me handle Lavender …”
They set pinning the boys down to the hefty furniture with ropes. The three of them had their thighs spread open, with their knees bound at the side of the seat. Their chests were held fast to the rungs behind them.
“They can’t escape, I guess,” Greg said, having an extra look at the rope work.
“But their hard-ons seem bigger,” Walter commented, reaching for Alistair’s package first before checking the other two models. They were harder too.
“So being bound in lots of rope gets them hard. Let’s try something else.”
TBC
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Fun with Danny : Summer Heat
Chapter 9 – Drastic Measures
Walter opened the green plastic bag first and passed it around in front of the sitting captives. Phew! He did the same with the shorts and the underwear. before sticking Alistair’s thong under Danny’s nose. The blue shorts kept the package in check, but a whiff of smelly underwear triggered a tremor; Danny couldn’t refrain a groan, happy to feel lustful feelings overtake him again.
“Silence rule, Blue! We know their secret, Walt. Sniffing worn undies or socks …”
“Boys’ undies or socks,” his cousin corrected,
“will get them hard every time. Dirty little kinksters !”
The captives traded looks and hung their heads, humbled by the younger boys dominating them.
Greg and Walter tried various combinations. They went from one boy to the other, using thin cords to lock the smelling clothes on their faces. The three bound boys got to benefit fully from the aromas of everyone else’s jersey, shorts, Speedos or thong, and of course socks …
The nylon, the sweat and the exercise, as well as the sauna under the plastic film had contributed to turning the boys’ intimate smells in strong fumes. Danny recognized the smell of his friends. He’d known Graham for a long time, and had been promiscuous enough, especially since they’d both fallen under the influence of the two devious cousins.
He’d had to smell Alistair’s well-worn clothes before he met him. He’d been made to sniff his new friend in all interesting places and was now reconciling all these stimuli. He would do well if quizzed on who had worn what.
This change in the worn-off boys’ situation brought the expected result. The belittling, the tighter bonds, and the stinky clothing got them aroused again. The tens of minutes spent with various worn clothes on their lower faces had a powerful effect.
Greg felt Graham, whose cock was growing again.
“He’s growing big again, but it’s still kind of soft.”
“Green doesn’t fare better,” Walter replied, before he reached for Danny’s boner, “and Blue is recovering too, but he’s usually harder than this.”
The cousins left the room and whisperedfor a few minutes before they laughed and came back. Walter sounded concerned.
“Now, pupils, this is a bit disappointing. The three of you usually have trouble obeying rule number 6, and now that we actually want you to have some hanky-panky time among friends, you end up soft? We’re on a schedule and many fans commissioned videos. We can’t run late …”
“We have one more weapon to help you weaklings out. Then, we’ll shoot a commissioned video that won’t require you to wave hard poles around.”
“You’ll like it,” Walter grinned mischievously. He then went to get his camera and plugged it to the T.V. in the kitchen. It wasn’t big, but Greg turned the chairs around so they all could see things well.
“They call this ‘the dailies’ in movies, lads. It’s when all the crew comes to see what they shot.”
Looking at the LCD screen, he picked one of the earliest videos and played it. Danny recognized Graham and Alistair coming into the kitchen. They’d filmed the gagging after breakfast, with Walter taking care of Alistair first. It looked great. Alistair resisted, or at least tried to. Danny knew he proved difficult on request; he’d been an actor in the boys’ videos too.
Danny couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. The mouth stuffing and the merciless taping, as well as the cap fitting—all the stages leading to silencing a cute boy equally fascinated him.
Graham’s head wrapping worked the same way on his libido. He caught a look from the side of his eye; his fellow-prisoners seemed enthralled by the show too.
They were shown the strapping of Alistair on the bench; Walter made sure to pick the best angles for his butt, to make it look as round and full as possible.
Walter fumbled with the camera’s interface and launched another scene. It was Danny, head mummified and his eyes covered by the mask, coming in dragged by Walter. His welcoming, the removal of his shorts,and the preparation for the fuck were fast-forwarded to get to the sex scene.
Walter showed the day’s highlights, yet it took over an hour. They then went to check on their audience.
“He’s hard as a rock! And leaking pre-cum,” Greg said of Alistair, only to notice Graham had also spilled some juice and strongly stretched his shorts.
“Blue’s tenting his too. He’s a new man! Let’s have him fix us dinner, and then we can shoot the scene.”
Danny had to go through the routine of getting stuff from the fridge, sticking it in the microwave if needed, and setting the table. The cousins kept a close eye, more to make sure he wouldn’t waste time rather than trying to trick him.
The pupils were fed and gagged again with the convenient plug muzzles, which the captors inflated eight times.
“We don’t need to stretch your jaws too much, but you shouldn’t be able to make any articulate sound,” Walter told Alistair as he saw the bladder bulging his cheeks slightly.
“Now the annoying stuff’s handled, back to some creative work. We’ve got a request from someone who doesn’t seem interested in seeing your rods. These people must be weird, but they pay well.”
Greg went out the room.
Walter continued: “They have great ideas and great suppliers, so they get you the best stuff for the scenes. This evening, we’re going to fulfil the order for a video by a guy who wants you to wear some rather dainty underwear.”
Greg was back with a large Brightwell & Comfort bag; these outfitters sent Greg and Walter all their kinky gear. Greg set the bag’s content on the table. It was clothing indeed, and color-coded for them. The nicknames had been adopted by their patrons.
“Who should go first?” Walter wondered. They had to unbind the boys from the chairs if they wanted them as performers.
“I’d say Green and Blue; they look cute together,” Greg said, winking at Graham, who was supposed to be Danny’s official boyfriend.
Alistair was untied first. They used cuffs and shackles for his legs. Greg and Walter acted unusually cautiously to handle their charge. The audience saw the clothing being unfolded, and the lace trimmings and feminine appearance seemed obvious. The tormentors planned for some resistance.
“The clothes you’re going to wear are tailor-made, once again. They might not be to your taste, but you’d better not give us any grief, or you will have to wear them all summer long!”
“And even in September,” Greg added to his cousin’s harangue.
Alistair let them take care of him, removing his shorts and underwear while slipping the new one, and shackling the legs again before pulling them up.
The fabric over felt soft on his hairless legs as they pulled them up. The sensation as they wrapped his bottom was great too. It was soft, stretchy while holding him well. He looked down and noticed how fancy it looked.
Danny noticed the cut, which reminded him of women’s lingerie. Nevertheless, they featured a pouch in front to receive male genitals, which Alistair filled with pride .
The top Alistair had to don next was cut weirdly also. It was a short-sleeved shirt, with small buttons and a round collar. It wrapped his waist tight; the wearer felt reinforcements within the fabric. The buttons were for show. Both cousins were needed to put it on; it went over their model like a T-shirt, hence requiring the arms’ temporary release. The fancy garment stopped right at the limit with his underwear, and there were actually small press-down buttons to link the two pieces together.
There were ribbons behind; once it was on, they adjusted the garment properly. Greg then tightened the ribbons, pulling them gradually. It closed over Alistair’s waist.
“A corset for men,” Walter commented now that it was obvious to his audience their patrons’ antiquated design. “So you look like precious little things. Doesn’t Green just look breath-taking in his emerald green satin?” the young master admired.
It wrapped Alistair well, from his shoulders to his crotch. The stays made his waist look even thinner, hence enhancing the shape of his behind. With his hands cuffed behind, he had to spin a couple times so the cousins could see if it was on properly. The rest of the audience could ogle the model, noticing how much the outfit showed off his interesting figure.
There were a pair of boots too, satiny and the same exact emerald green as the shirt and panties for men. They climbed to just below Alistair’s knees and wrapped his calves tightly. A When the cousinshad him walk, the boots caused interesting reflections as he took the dainty steps his shackled ankles demanded.
Greg grabbed the costume’s final item. He showed Alistair the satin hood before he slid it over his head. It featured no plug, but the inflated bulb held by the rubber strap did the silencing job.
Cut under the same pattern as the Gwen-hoods the little fiends had gotten Danny acquainted with since day one, it had to be tightened at the back. It covered his throat and had small grommets at the bottom. Greg laced it in the back, pulling it tight against the skull and locking his lower face in its gleaming prison. His jaws couldn’t move, his lips were sealed, and Alistair was helplessly silenced.
Greg used little clips to attach the hood to the shirt.
“The hood, shirt, and underwear are all linked, so you don’t go around wearing sagging clothes, Green. It’s your little friends’ turn now.”
His companions had to go through the hands of the little shop assistants, who were keen on having their customers don new, provocative, and sexy outfits. Graham wore some deep purple ensemble, bordering on scarlet. Danny’s was a bright royal blue.
The half-hour spent dressing up the boys brought its fruits: they now looked much less manly and sported very healthy boners. Greg and Walter went for a tactile check: they felt more powerful than after the videos.
“With a little care from your favourite teachers, we can get you boys back on track. For the next scene, Blue will have to prepare. It’s a short video; Blue will play the perv who kidnaps the others. He has fancy tastes in clothes and he forces his prisoners to wear the same. Then he has them walk, and he gets them to rub against each other, so they cream their fancy undies. Of course, kinky little Blue will want in on the action and use his boys’ arses to get his kicks. No dick must be shown, so watch out!”
Alistair and Graham waited patiently while Danny was brought up to speed on his part. They read him his lines with the dialogues under his eyes. They then had him read it with the gag on, to finish with his mouth freed but the hood on, which made it a challenge.
They eventually untied him. He stretched a bit and waited for the director’s instructions.
“We’re almost ready to roll, Blue,” Walter announced once his camera stand had been set at the proper place. “You bring Lavender first and bind him standing with his hands above his head. See, the ropes are already threaded around the beams.”
TBC
Fun with Danny : Summer Heat
Chapter 9 – Drastic Measures
Walter opened the green plastic bag first and passed it around in front of the sitting captives. Phew! He did the same with the shorts and the underwear. before sticking Alistair’s thong under Danny’s nose. The blue shorts kept the package in check, but a whiff of smelly underwear triggered a tremor; Danny couldn’t refrain a groan, happy to feel lustful feelings overtake him again.
“Silence rule, Blue! We know their secret, Walt. Sniffing worn undies or socks …”
“Boys’ undies or socks,” his cousin corrected,
“will get them hard every time. Dirty little kinksters !”
The captives traded looks and hung their heads, humbled by the younger boys dominating them.
Greg and Walter tried various combinations. They went from one boy to the other, using thin cords to lock the smelling clothes on their faces. The three bound boys got to benefit fully from the aromas of everyone else’s jersey, shorts, Speedos or thong, and of course socks …
The nylon, the sweat and the exercise, as well as the sauna under the plastic film had contributed to turning the boys’ intimate smells in strong fumes. Danny recognized the smell of his friends. He’d known Graham for a long time, and had been promiscuous enough, especially since they’d both fallen under the influence of the two devious cousins.
He’d had to smell Alistair’s well-worn clothes before he met him. He’d been made to sniff his new friend in all interesting places and was now reconciling all these stimuli. He would do well if quizzed on who had worn what.
This change in the worn-off boys’ situation brought the expected result. The belittling, the tighter bonds, and the stinky clothing got them aroused again. The tens of minutes spent with various worn clothes on their lower faces had a powerful effect.
Greg felt Graham, whose cock was growing again.
“He’s growing big again, but it’s still kind of soft.”
“Green doesn’t fare better,” Walter replied, before he reached for Danny’s boner, “and Blue is recovering too, but he’s usually harder than this.”
The cousins left the room and whisperedfor a few minutes before they laughed and came back. Walter sounded concerned.
“Now, pupils, this is a bit disappointing. The three of you usually have trouble obeying rule number 6, and now that we actually want you to have some hanky-panky time among friends, you end up soft? We’re on a schedule and many fans commissioned videos. We can’t run late …”
“We have one more weapon to help you weaklings out. Then, we’ll shoot a commissioned video that won’t require you to wave hard poles around.”
“You’ll like it,” Walter grinned mischievously. He then went to get his camera and plugged it to the T.V. in the kitchen. It wasn’t big, but Greg turned the chairs around so they all could see things well.
“They call this ‘the dailies’ in movies, lads. It’s when all the crew comes to see what they shot.”
Looking at the LCD screen, he picked one of the earliest videos and played it. Danny recognized Graham and Alistair coming into the kitchen. They’d filmed the gagging after breakfast, with Walter taking care of Alistair first. It looked great. Alistair resisted, or at least tried to. Danny knew he proved difficult on request; he’d been an actor in the boys’ videos too.
Danny couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. The mouth stuffing and the merciless taping, as well as the cap fitting—all the stages leading to silencing a cute boy equally fascinated him.
Graham’s head wrapping worked the same way on his libido. He caught a look from the side of his eye; his fellow-prisoners seemed enthralled by the show too.
They were shown the strapping of Alistair on the bench; Walter made sure to pick the best angles for his butt, to make it look as round and full as possible.
Walter fumbled with the camera’s interface and launched another scene. It was Danny, head mummified and his eyes covered by the mask, coming in dragged by Walter. His welcoming, the removal of his shorts,and the preparation for the fuck were fast-forwarded to get to the sex scene.
Walter showed the day’s highlights, yet it took over an hour. They then went to check on their audience.
“He’s hard as a rock! And leaking pre-cum,” Greg said of Alistair, only to notice Graham had also spilled some juice and strongly stretched his shorts.
“Blue’s tenting his too. He’s a new man! Let’s have him fix us dinner, and then we can shoot the scene.”
Danny had to go through the routine of getting stuff from the fridge, sticking it in the microwave if needed, and setting the table. The cousins kept a close eye, more to make sure he wouldn’t waste time rather than trying to trick him.
The pupils were fed and gagged again with the convenient plug muzzles, which the captors inflated eight times.
“We don’t need to stretch your jaws too much, but you shouldn’t be able to make any articulate sound,” Walter told Alistair as he saw the bladder bulging his cheeks slightly.
“Now the annoying stuff’s handled, back to some creative work. We’ve got a request from someone who doesn’t seem interested in seeing your rods. These people must be weird, but they pay well.”
Greg went out the room.
Walter continued: “They have great ideas and great suppliers, so they get you the best stuff for the scenes. This evening, we’re going to fulfil the order for a video by a guy who wants you to wear some rather dainty underwear.”
Greg was back with a large Brightwell & Comfort bag; these outfitters sent Greg and Walter all their kinky gear. Greg set the bag’s content on the table. It was clothing indeed, and color-coded for them. The nicknames had been adopted by their patrons.
“Who should go first?” Walter wondered. They had to unbind the boys from the chairs if they wanted them as performers.
“I’d say Green and Blue; they look cute together,” Greg said, winking at Graham, who was supposed to be Danny’s official boyfriend.
Alistair was untied first. They used cuffs and shackles for his legs. Greg and Walter acted unusually cautiously to handle their charge. The audience saw the clothing being unfolded, and the lace trimmings and feminine appearance seemed obvious. The tormentors planned for some resistance.
“The clothes you’re going to wear are tailor-made, once again. They might not be to your taste, but you’d better not give us any grief, or you will have to wear them all summer long!”
“And even in September,” Greg added to his cousin’s harangue.
Alistair let them take care of him, removing his shorts and underwear while slipping the new one, and shackling the legs again before pulling them up.
The fabric over felt soft on his hairless legs as they pulled them up. The sensation as they wrapped his bottom was great too. It was soft, stretchy while holding him well. He looked down and noticed how fancy it looked.
Danny noticed the cut, which reminded him of women’s lingerie. Nevertheless, they featured a pouch in front to receive male genitals, which Alistair filled with pride .
The top Alistair had to don next was cut weirdly also. It was a short-sleeved shirt, with small buttons and a round collar. It wrapped his waist tight; the wearer felt reinforcements within the fabric. The buttons were for show. Both cousins were needed to put it on; it went over their model like a T-shirt, hence requiring the arms’ temporary release. The fancy garment stopped right at the limit with his underwear, and there were actually small press-down buttons to link the two pieces together.
There were ribbons behind; once it was on, they adjusted the garment properly. Greg then tightened the ribbons, pulling them gradually. It closed over Alistair’s waist.
“A corset for men,” Walter commented now that it was obvious to his audience their patrons’ antiquated design. “So you look like precious little things. Doesn’t Green just look breath-taking in his emerald green satin?” the young master admired.
It wrapped Alistair well, from his shoulders to his crotch. The stays made his waist look even thinner, hence enhancing the shape of his behind. With his hands cuffed behind, he had to spin a couple times so the cousins could see if it was on properly. The rest of the audience could ogle the model, noticing how much the outfit showed off his interesting figure.
There were a pair of boots too, satiny and the same exact emerald green as the shirt and panties for men. They climbed to just below Alistair’s knees and wrapped his calves tightly. A When the cousinshad him walk, the boots caused interesting reflections as he took the dainty steps his shackled ankles demanded.
Greg grabbed the costume’s final item. He showed Alistair the satin hood before he slid it over his head. It featured no plug, but the inflated bulb held by the rubber strap did the silencing job.
Cut under the same pattern as the Gwen-hoods the little fiends had gotten Danny acquainted with since day one, it had to be tightened at the back. It covered his throat and had small grommets at the bottom. Greg laced it in the back, pulling it tight against the skull and locking his lower face in its gleaming prison. His jaws couldn’t move, his lips were sealed, and Alistair was helplessly silenced.
Greg used little clips to attach the hood to the shirt.
“The hood, shirt, and underwear are all linked, so you don’t go around wearing sagging clothes, Green. It’s your little friends’ turn now.”
His companions had to go through the hands of the little shop assistants, who were keen on having their customers don new, provocative, and sexy outfits. Graham wore some deep purple ensemble, bordering on scarlet. Danny’s was a bright royal blue.
The half-hour spent dressing up the boys brought its fruits: they now looked much less manly and sported very healthy boners. Greg and Walter went for a tactile check: they felt more powerful than after the videos.
“With a little care from your favourite teachers, we can get you boys back on track. For the next scene, Blue will have to prepare. It’s a short video; Blue will play the perv who kidnaps the others. He has fancy tastes in clothes and he forces his prisoners to wear the same. Then he has them walk, and he gets them to rub against each other, so they cream their fancy undies. Of course, kinky little Blue will want in on the action and use his boys’ arses to get his kicks. No dick must be shown, so watch out!”
Alistair and Graham waited patiently while Danny was brought up to speed on his part. They read him his lines with the dialogues under his eyes. They then had him read it with the gag on, to finish with his mouth freed but the hood on, which made it a challenge.
They eventually untied him. He stretched a bit and waited for the director’s instructions.
“We’re almost ready to roll, Blue,” Walter announced once his camera stand had been set at the proper place. “You bring Lavender first and bind him standing with his hands above his head. See, the ropes are already threaded around the beams.”
TBC
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Bondwriter
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Hey!
No update this week, and chapter 10 will be posted a couple months from now.
I'll be launching a Patreon this week. I need you to make it possible to have a high output of quality stuff.
I got Nicholas H. back on board last Fall for editing, as we've worked as a pair for fifteen years now. He no longer is a student, and copy-writing/ copy-editing has become his job. Hence I paid for his services.
I can spare a couple thousand euros / dollars a year getting good output. But the budget is about to run out already, with the Simon and the Boy Scouts story, Rémi's weekend and this new episode of Danny's adventures. This represents 30 chapters, so roughly 60,000 words, and 60 hours of editing.
I've also been commissioned by Chloroboy to reboot Quite a Boarding School, so there are six chapters of a new adventure, and I'm also completing the current one.
I also would like to get the stories illustrated, which will induce more costs, and have nice electronic versions, with professional typesetting and lay-out.
I will need your help to at least cover the expenses these projects entail.
I will launch the Patreon page in the coming days and hope that despite our uncertain times, I'll have readers who like my stories and want to see more of them help out financially. The stories will still be posted here, but with an 8-week lag, and text-only.
Any feedback/ questions welcome!
No update this week, and chapter 10 will be posted a couple months from now.
I'll be launching a Patreon this week. I need you to make it possible to have a high output of quality stuff.
I got Nicholas H. back on board last Fall for editing, as we've worked as a pair for fifteen years now. He no longer is a student, and copy-writing/ copy-editing has become his job. Hence I paid for his services.
I can spare a couple thousand euros / dollars a year getting good output. But the budget is about to run out already, with the Simon and the Boy Scouts story, Rémi's weekend and this new episode of Danny's adventures. This represents 30 chapters, so roughly 60,000 words, and 60 hours of editing.
I've also been commissioned by Chloroboy to reboot Quite a Boarding School, so there are six chapters of a new adventure, and I'm also completing the current one.
I also would like to get the stories illustrated, which will induce more costs, and have nice electronic versions, with professional typesetting and lay-out.
I will need your help to at least cover the expenses these projects entail.
I will launch the Patreon page in the coming days and hope that despite our uncertain times, I'll have readers who like my stories and want to see more of them help out financially. The stories will still be posted here, but with an 8-week lag, and text-only.
Any feedback/ questions welcome!
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Bondwriter
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Hey people!
The final chapter of Summer heat will be posted here two weeks from now.
It is available for your reading pleasure now at https://www.patreon.com/bondwriterstories
There are all the explanations for moving to this model. Rest assured I'll still be sharing stories here.
I understand it might not be the best moment to ask people for their money. Yet, if you've enjoyed my stories over the years, and if you want to see more of them, and more of the kind you like, please join. Do not get into financial trouble for us, please, I'm not (yet) having money problems, but I would like to share the expenses my writing causes, which is editing. If I could commission BC or P.Corazon for all of these sagas, I'm sure some of you will enjoy them. And I wouldn't mind commissioning more Nicholas H.'s writing on top of his editing.
The final chapter of Summer heat will be posted here two weeks from now.
It is available for your reading pleasure now at https://www.patreon.com/bondwriterstories
There are all the explanations for moving to this model. Rest assured I'll still be sharing stories here.
I understand it might not be the best moment to ask people for their money. Yet, if you've enjoyed my stories over the years, and if you want to see more of them, and more of the kind you like, please join. Do not get into financial trouble for us, please, I'm not (yet) having money problems, but I would like to share the expenses my writing causes, which is editing. If I could commission BC or P.Corazon for all of these sagas, I'm sure some of you will enjoy them. And I wouldn't mind commissioning more Nicholas H.'s writing on top of his editing.
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Bondwriter
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Hi there, Danny enthusiasts. Here is the final chapter of this episode. Enjoy!
Fun with Danny : Summer Heat
Chapter 10 – Welcoming Guests
Greg showed the props he’d just set. Two beams ran parallel, six feet apart from each other. Two coils of rope were wrapped around each.
“Left wrist to left rope, right wrist to the right one, facing inside. How are you going to handle Green, you may ask? He’ll be standing in front of his friend, a few inches away. You know the lines you have to say?”
“Yes … Master,” Danny remembered to say as the dark brown-haired boy stared at him.
“Let’s get to it, then.”
It went well on Danny’s part. He brought the prisoners from their off-screen positions to where they were supposed to stand. Then he tied their arms above their heads and their legs, with occasional fondling. He even delivered his lines well, despite the hood not making it easy.
He linked the two crotches with a wide white silk ribbon, enjoining the captives for some fun. Alistair and Graham complied and ground their hips; they were supposed to grunt and say stuff despite their gags. They did the ‘reaching orgasm’ part well, exploring the most appropriate nasal sounds for to the situation.
The shaking and jerking took place almost at the same time, although their stuck fronts prevented an exact assessment of the moment they squirted their load. Once they recovered slightly, Walter zoomed in on their knees. Cum had dripped all the way down, a sign of the flooding having taken place a foot higher.
The script then required Danny to assess which pair of buttocks he’d like best to rub against. He tried them, going from one of his captives to the next. He settled on Alistair, and Walter closed in on the mid-sections. He had Danny keep a few inches away so he could get both his cock and Alistair’s pantied bottom.
His new friend’s warmth through the fabric made Danny terribly horny. The lads knew which motivational methods would work on their audience. He was impatient for the signal and got to his assigned task enthusiastically when Walter gave the ‘go.’
The kinky underwear they wore was designed just for what the cousins had them do. Danny’s boner stretched forward and down a bit, but it wasn’t trapped at his waist as with tight swimwear. The layers glided over each other smoothly. The front of his panties rubbed against the seat of Alistair’s. It wasn’t the full fuck they’d started with in the morning. Still, Danny enjoyed the soft caresses and the closeness of the hot body. His arms were free, so he held on to Graham’s waist, leaning into Alistair.
The cousins stayed silent while they shot, but they giggled when the three lads got to squirm and moan in a way that announced a major earthquake. Danny kept a tight grip around Graham’s corseted waist. He ground his hips and got closer and closer to orgasm from the back-and-forth motion of his satin-wrapped boner against the silk-covered buttocks.
He wasn’t aware he had gotten the others aroused again with his acting. Yet they both were on track for a second orgasm . To Greg and Walter’s great amusement, the mass of writhing bodies quivered and shook. Their moans betrayed simultaneous orgasms.
“Cut!” Walter said. Greg got to Danny and cuffed his hands behind his back, handgagging him as he talked with his cousin.
“They’ve recovered, Greg. Look at Blue’s creamed panties!”
“Yeah, he can’t hide he enjoyed shooting the scene. We should quit cleaning them up, then.”
“They would love it. And Blue may have enjoyed himself, but he didn’t deliver all his lines! He forgot to tell Green ‘You like hanging around, hey?’ We had only one shot for this scene.”
“Mmmrggrrmmmphbbllmm?”
“No need to apologize, Blue. It won’t change our minds anyway. A good punishment is in order, and for the three of you!” the blond beauty announced.
“You’re right, Greg. We’ll ball-tie them for the evening, while we watch TV.”
Greg slid the rubber bulb of Danny’s muzzle inside his mouth, buckled it over his neck and inflated the bulb with nine presses on the pump, which made the bulb big and hard.
He went to release Alistair and Graham’s wrists from the rope to bind them at the small of their backs.
“They squirted their jizz all right,” he commented as he got the prisoners apart. “To the living room!” he ordered, smacking the boys’ bums.
Walter laid a hand on Danny’s shoulder and the five boys moved to the living room. The three performers stood while Greg fetched all the available rope.
Greg and Walter were in no hurry to watch TV; practicing their tie-up techniques was great entertainment in itself. They started with Danny. He ended up on his back, his legs folded over his chest, his wrists bound to his ankles and his elbows pinned to his thighs.
Danny watched his friends being prepared to share his position. Alistair was first; Danny admired the way he filled his underwear. The wetness increased the gleam of the fabric; it looked like the handsome lad was getting hard again.
The cousins tackled the roping gleefully. They wrapped up their schoolmate closely, laying out the cordage at adequate places to immobilize his limbs and get the lithe and muscular body wrapped up as a parcel.
The younger boys’ work continued with Graham, who underwent the same treatment. The lads had hours of practice under their belt, so they managed to reproduce the exact patterns on the blond boy.
It took an hour, which ended with turning the prisoners over. They lay face down, lined in front of the couch in the order they’d been handled: heads towards the TV and butts turned in direction of the sofa. They were resting on their shins, with their bottoms raised.
“It’s hard work,” Walter sighed, sitting behind the captives. “Let’s rest, Greg.”
The blond boy sat to his cousin’s left, behind Danny and Alistair. The pupils couldn’t see their minders, but they saw two pairs of sneakers and socks landing in front of them. Had they been blindfolded, the footwear was close enough to their noses to identify the owner easily .
The cousins set their bare feet on the raised behinds. Walter turned the TV on, not to watch a show but to play another video. The soundtrack was familiar, with gagged grunts and the voices of the two little fiends admonishing their preys.
Danny wasn’t in the best position to watch; he could raise his head and catch a glance, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. The video wasn’t shot in a location he knew. It featured Alistair and Scott, trussed up to the poles at the head of a bunk bed. They wore only Speedos, which didn’t restrain their boners.
Greg went from one to the other and caressed the underwear. He taunted them. There were close-ups over his hand fondling the boys. Both the green and red swimwear items ended up seeping some semen, with cheers from their handlers.
Danny felt feet rubbing his silky undies, sliding along his butt crack and trying to find a way to his scrotum as Greg’s foot tried to gain a path between his ankles and his derriere.
“What a great evening, Walt, watching a great show with your friends …”
“They make for nice footrests, that’s for sure.”
“Enjoying yourselves too, lads?” Greg asked, his toes massaging Danny more strongly.
Alistair received the same attention. Being in the middle, he got caressed by both cousins’ feet .
The foot massage, the shoes and socks, the tight rope web, and the video playing triggered strange but similar feelings among the pupils. They felt frustrated as their shafts were kept in check by their thighs pressing against their bellies. They hadn’t been wiped and the wetness made the shiny fabric slippery. The boys moved under the feet’s motions.
“They’re swooning, Walt. They love it. I wouldn’t be surprised they’ve squirted their loads again.”
“We’ll check when we untie them. And they’d better not have!”
The stimulation was real, but not enough for an orgasm. The tie-up was strict but bearable. The captives zoned out, each lost in their own world of sensations and feelings.
The doorbell ringing took them out from their daze.
“Just in time,” Greg chirped. His feet left the bums as he jumped off the couch and went open the door. Walter followed. He turned to the bound boys.
“I’ll get you on your sides so you may watch our guests.”
He did, which was a relief for the pets’ shins. He didn’t remove a single knot, though. He shifted them so they could all see the door to the entrance hall. Greg entered, pushing a wheelchair in front of him.
Danny recognized Scott as the passenger. He knew his eyes well enough. The rest of his head was wrapped in gleaming leather, and a silk scarf went across his lower face, holding some garment under his nose. He couldn’t tell whether it was socks or underwear.
Danny didn’t know the two boys who followed Greg and Scott. They knew Alistair, or at least the one who was bound and gagged did. He opened his eyes wide and grunted in surprise. Danny understood he greeted the handsome black lad with a supportive muffled sentence. He’d cheered his fellow-prisoners this way.
The new prisoner had to be the cousins’ age. He had some black hair on his legs and was Walter’s height. He had a mop of shaggy brown hair; his head wasn’t mummified, but there were numerous thick white cotton scarves bound across his mouth, pressuring his jaws over some mouth-filling wadding.
He wore a bright yellow footie kit. The rope harness going over his shoulders and trapping his arms close behind him looked like the cousins’. It seemed unlikely Greg had the time to do this after opening the door. The boy pulling his leash flashed the lying prisoners a conquering grin. Danny knew he’d done the tie-up.
Danny’s eyes went from one newcomer to the other. The prisoner’s guardian had a radiant smile—he was a very pretty boy. He didn’t look over twelve, though his bare legs also displayed signs he was leaving childhood.
Danny took in the oval face, the big bright blue eyes and the thin, straight dark hair crowning his head. His figure was thin, with a hint of broadening shoulders. He wore the same uniform as his captive, but in black. What a lovely sight!
“Hi, Neal! You made it spot on time. I’ll take it all went well?” Walter asked.
“The trip went fine. Mr. Watkins is a careful driver.”
The newcomer had a rather high-pitched voice.
“Red behaved but Yellow didn’t do too good. It looks like he doesn’t want to be initiated.”
“That’s too bad, cause he’ll have to,” Walter said, coming closer to the new prisoner, passing an arm around his shoulders.
“You’re among friends, Yellow. I mean, you’ve had some fun with Green when we caught you last month, didn’t you?”
Danny braced for a long story and introductions. This didn’t happen, though. Neal knew him already and no one felt like telling stories.
“That’s what Blue looks like in real life, then. Are you keeping them in their ball-ties all night? I wouldn’t mind seeing what he looks like standing.”
“It’s bed time for them soon, so we might lift their punishment a bit early. You’re kind with them, Neal.”
“Yes, I am. Billy doesn’t believe it, so it’s nice he hears it from you,” he said, pulling on his prisoner’s leash and looking into his eyes.
The cousins untied Danny first, since he was the object of curiosity. Neal came to give a hand. When he could unfold his legs, the sweaty and cum-covered crotch exhaled its perfume.
“He creamed his undies!” Neal said. “He can’t deny it,” he said, pinching his nose. Danny had also picked up a whiff of his own warm, musky male scent.
Greg cuffed Danny’s hands at the small of his back once his wrists were untied. His ankles were still wrapped in rope. He lay on his back with this new kid Neal standing over him, feet next to his hips. The cute smile deepened as he locked eyes.
“He’s even more appetizing in flesh than in the videos,” he said, turning to Walter.
He turned back to Danny, eating him with his eyes.
“I’m Neal, and we’re going to have lots of fun together, and for a very long time …”
End of the episode
Fun with Danny : Summer Heat
Chapter 10 – Welcoming Guests
Greg showed the props he’d just set. Two beams ran parallel, six feet apart from each other. Two coils of rope were wrapped around each.
“Left wrist to left rope, right wrist to the right one, facing inside. How are you going to handle Green, you may ask? He’ll be standing in front of his friend, a few inches away. You know the lines you have to say?”
“Yes … Master,” Danny remembered to say as the dark brown-haired boy stared at him.
“Let’s get to it, then.”
It went well on Danny’s part. He brought the prisoners from their off-screen positions to where they were supposed to stand. Then he tied their arms above their heads and their legs, with occasional fondling. He even delivered his lines well, despite the hood not making it easy.
He linked the two crotches with a wide white silk ribbon, enjoining the captives for some fun. Alistair and Graham complied and ground their hips; they were supposed to grunt and say stuff despite their gags. They did the ‘reaching orgasm’ part well, exploring the most appropriate nasal sounds for to the situation.
The shaking and jerking took place almost at the same time, although their stuck fronts prevented an exact assessment of the moment they squirted their load. Once they recovered slightly, Walter zoomed in on their knees. Cum had dripped all the way down, a sign of the flooding having taken place a foot higher.
The script then required Danny to assess which pair of buttocks he’d like best to rub against. He tried them, going from one of his captives to the next. He settled on Alistair, and Walter closed in on the mid-sections. He had Danny keep a few inches away so he could get both his cock and Alistair’s pantied bottom.
His new friend’s warmth through the fabric made Danny terribly horny. The lads knew which motivational methods would work on their audience. He was impatient for the signal and got to his assigned task enthusiastically when Walter gave the ‘go.’
The kinky underwear they wore was designed just for what the cousins had them do. Danny’s boner stretched forward and down a bit, but it wasn’t trapped at his waist as with tight swimwear. The layers glided over each other smoothly. The front of his panties rubbed against the seat of Alistair’s. It wasn’t the full fuck they’d started with in the morning. Still, Danny enjoyed the soft caresses and the closeness of the hot body. His arms were free, so he held on to Graham’s waist, leaning into Alistair.
The cousins stayed silent while they shot, but they giggled when the three lads got to squirm and moan in a way that announced a major earthquake. Danny kept a tight grip around Graham’s corseted waist. He ground his hips and got closer and closer to orgasm from the back-and-forth motion of his satin-wrapped boner against the silk-covered buttocks.
He wasn’t aware he had gotten the others aroused again with his acting. Yet they both were on track for a second orgasm . To Greg and Walter’s great amusement, the mass of writhing bodies quivered and shook. Their moans betrayed simultaneous orgasms.
“Cut!” Walter said. Greg got to Danny and cuffed his hands behind his back, handgagging him as he talked with his cousin.
“They’ve recovered, Greg. Look at Blue’s creamed panties!”
“Yeah, he can’t hide he enjoyed shooting the scene. We should quit cleaning them up, then.”
“They would love it. And Blue may have enjoyed himself, but he didn’t deliver all his lines! He forgot to tell Green ‘You like hanging around, hey?’ We had only one shot for this scene.”
“Mmmrggrrmmmphbbllmm?”
“No need to apologize, Blue. It won’t change our minds anyway. A good punishment is in order, and for the three of you!” the blond beauty announced.
“You’re right, Greg. We’ll ball-tie them for the evening, while we watch TV.”
Greg slid the rubber bulb of Danny’s muzzle inside his mouth, buckled it over his neck and inflated the bulb with nine presses on the pump, which made the bulb big and hard.
He went to release Alistair and Graham’s wrists from the rope to bind them at the small of their backs.
“They squirted their jizz all right,” he commented as he got the prisoners apart. “To the living room!” he ordered, smacking the boys’ bums.
Walter laid a hand on Danny’s shoulder and the five boys moved to the living room. The three performers stood while Greg fetched all the available rope.
Greg and Walter were in no hurry to watch TV; practicing their tie-up techniques was great entertainment in itself. They started with Danny. He ended up on his back, his legs folded over his chest, his wrists bound to his ankles and his elbows pinned to his thighs.
Danny watched his friends being prepared to share his position. Alistair was first; Danny admired the way he filled his underwear. The wetness increased the gleam of the fabric; it looked like the handsome lad was getting hard again.
The cousins tackled the roping gleefully. They wrapped up their schoolmate closely, laying out the cordage at adequate places to immobilize his limbs and get the lithe and muscular body wrapped up as a parcel.
The younger boys’ work continued with Graham, who underwent the same treatment. The lads had hours of practice under their belt, so they managed to reproduce the exact patterns on the blond boy.
It took an hour, which ended with turning the prisoners over. They lay face down, lined in front of the couch in the order they’d been handled: heads towards the TV and butts turned in direction of the sofa. They were resting on their shins, with their bottoms raised.
“It’s hard work,” Walter sighed, sitting behind the captives. “Let’s rest, Greg.”
The blond boy sat to his cousin’s left, behind Danny and Alistair. The pupils couldn’t see their minders, but they saw two pairs of sneakers and socks landing in front of them. Had they been blindfolded, the footwear was close enough to their noses to identify the owner easily .
The cousins set their bare feet on the raised behinds. Walter turned the TV on, not to watch a show but to play another video. The soundtrack was familiar, with gagged grunts and the voices of the two little fiends admonishing their preys.
Danny wasn’t in the best position to watch; he could raise his head and catch a glance, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. The video wasn’t shot in a location he knew. It featured Alistair and Scott, trussed up to the poles at the head of a bunk bed. They wore only Speedos, which didn’t restrain their boners.
Greg went from one to the other and caressed the underwear. He taunted them. There were close-ups over his hand fondling the boys. Both the green and red swimwear items ended up seeping some semen, with cheers from their handlers.
Danny felt feet rubbing his silky undies, sliding along his butt crack and trying to find a way to his scrotum as Greg’s foot tried to gain a path between his ankles and his derriere.
“What a great evening, Walt, watching a great show with your friends …”
“They make for nice footrests, that’s for sure.”
“Enjoying yourselves too, lads?” Greg asked, his toes massaging Danny more strongly.
Alistair received the same attention. Being in the middle, he got caressed by both cousins’ feet .
The foot massage, the shoes and socks, the tight rope web, and the video playing triggered strange but similar feelings among the pupils. They felt frustrated as their shafts were kept in check by their thighs pressing against their bellies. They hadn’t been wiped and the wetness made the shiny fabric slippery. The boys moved under the feet’s motions.
“They’re swooning, Walt. They love it. I wouldn’t be surprised they’ve squirted their loads again.”
“We’ll check when we untie them. And they’d better not have!”
The stimulation was real, but not enough for an orgasm. The tie-up was strict but bearable. The captives zoned out, each lost in their own world of sensations and feelings.
The doorbell ringing took them out from their daze.
“Just in time,” Greg chirped. His feet left the bums as he jumped off the couch and went open the door. Walter followed. He turned to the bound boys.
“I’ll get you on your sides so you may watch our guests.”
He did, which was a relief for the pets’ shins. He didn’t remove a single knot, though. He shifted them so they could all see the door to the entrance hall. Greg entered, pushing a wheelchair in front of him.
Danny recognized Scott as the passenger. He knew his eyes well enough. The rest of his head was wrapped in gleaming leather, and a silk scarf went across his lower face, holding some garment under his nose. He couldn’t tell whether it was socks or underwear.
Danny didn’t know the two boys who followed Greg and Scott. They knew Alistair, or at least the one who was bound and gagged did. He opened his eyes wide and grunted in surprise. Danny understood he greeted the handsome black lad with a supportive muffled sentence. He’d cheered his fellow-prisoners this way.
The new prisoner had to be the cousins’ age. He had some black hair on his legs and was Walter’s height. He had a mop of shaggy brown hair; his head wasn’t mummified, but there were numerous thick white cotton scarves bound across his mouth, pressuring his jaws over some mouth-filling wadding.
He wore a bright yellow footie kit. The rope harness going over his shoulders and trapping his arms close behind him looked like the cousins’. It seemed unlikely Greg had the time to do this after opening the door. The boy pulling his leash flashed the lying prisoners a conquering grin. Danny knew he’d done the tie-up.
Danny’s eyes went from one newcomer to the other. The prisoner’s guardian had a radiant smile—he was a very pretty boy. He didn’t look over twelve, though his bare legs also displayed signs he was leaving childhood.
Danny took in the oval face, the big bright blue eyes and the thin, straight dark hair crowning his head. His figure was thin, with a hint of broadening shoulders. He wore the same uniform as his captive, but in black. What a lovely sight!
“Hi, Neal! You made it spot on time. I’ll take it all went well?” Walter asked.
“The trip went fine. Mr. Watkins is a careful driver.”
The newcomer had a rather high-pitched voice.
“Red behaved but Yellow didn’t do too good. It looks like he doesn’t want to be initiated.”
“That’s too bad, cause he’ll have to,” Walter said, coming closer to the new prisoner, passing an arm around his shoulders.
“You’re among friends, Yellow. I mean, you’ve had some fun with Green when we caught you last month, didn’t you?”
Danny braced for a long story and introductions. This didn’t happen, though. Neal knew him already and no one felt like telling stories.
“That’s what Blue looks like in real life, then. Are you keeping them in their ball-ties all night? I wouldn’t mind seeing what he looks like standing.”
“It’s bed time for them soon, so we might lift their punishment a bit early. You’re kind with them, Neal.”
“Yes, I am. Billy doesn’t believe it, so it’s nice he hears it from you,” he said, pulling on his prisoner’s leash and looking into his eyes.
The cousins untied Danny first, since he was the object of curiosity. Neal came to give a hand. When he could unfold his legs, the sweaty and cum-covered crotch exhaled its perfume.
“He creamed his undies!” Neal said. “He can’t deny it,” he said, pinching his nose. Danny had also picked up a whiff of his own warm, musky male scent.
Greg cuffed Danny’s hands at the small of his back once his wrists were untied. His ankles were still wrapped in rope. He lay on his back with this new kid Neal standing over him, feet next to his hips. The cute smile deepened as he locked eyes.
“He’s even more appetizing in flesh than in the videos,” he said, turning to Walter.
He turned back to Danny, eating him with his eyes.
“I’m Neal, and we’re going to have lots of fun together, and for a very long time …”
End of the episode