Brent And Glenn's Weekend Fun. (M/m)

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Brent And Glenn's Weekend Fun. (M/m)

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Ten year old Brent saw his parents leaving for yet another party that would probably last late into the night. He didn't even have to ask. He knew they had called Glenn from up the street to watch him. That was how it was almost every weekend. He went up to his room and changed into his comfortable white cotton shorts with compression shorts underneath and a white tank top. He knew what game he would be playing and wanted to be comfortable.

A half hour after his folks had left, Glenn came in the house with his backpack. The young man grinned at Brent.

"It's that time again buddy." Glenn said. "You ready?"

Brent grinned back. "Heck yeah!" He said enthusiastically. This was a game he loved to play. He turned and put his hands behind his back.

Glenn dropped his bag and began tying Brent's hands behind him with the ropes he brought. Brent felt his elbows getting tied together as well. Glenn tied a knotted bandana into his mouth to gag him, then guided Brent to a low-backed chair. Glenn lifted him into the seat. Brent felt his bare feet being tied to the back legs of the chair, and his wrists were tied to the chair back.

"Okay, Brent" Glenn said. "You know tbe drill. You have one hour to get loose. If you don't, I will tickle torture you."

Brent began an effort to free himself from the ropes that bound him. He began to think of the first time Glenn had tied him up. He had been 8 at the time and wanted to be taped to a chair. Glenn did that for him then, and gave him 15 minutes to escape. The boy didn't, and was tickled for his failure.

After that, tied games became a standard for their weekend evenings together. Brent liked to imagine himself as a kidnapped boy who was in imminent danger. The more they played together, Glenn had increased the methods of tying for Brent. Along with that, they also increased the time limits for escape, and how severe his tickle penalties would be.

Not that Brent minded. He had always loved being tickled. It wasn't really torture to him. Although Glenn could go pretty hard when it came to tickling. Once, Brent had nearly wet himself from the tickle torture. But Glenn knew what he was doing.

Brent continued his efforts, but he knew it was useless. The knots were tied out of reach of his fingers. His elbows were secured so closely that he wasn't able to move his arms. Soon, he was exhausted from his struggles, and looked at Glenn.

"Mmrph. Hrmph mmph mm." He wasn't really trying to say anything. He just liked the way he sounded with a gag on. When he first told Glenn that, the teenager had agreed that, he too, liked hearing gag speak. Ever since, Brent made sure to try to talk as much as he could when Glenn tied him up.

"Time's up Brent" Glenn said, getting a paintbrush from his backpack. "Looks like you're about to squirm."

Brent braced himself, already giggling. Glenn approached him slowly. He walked behind the chair and ruffled Brent's hair, just before he ran the brush along the boy's neck.

Brent started to laugh and strain against his bonds. But Glenn continued the tickling, brushing his armpits, then his belly, then the soles of his feet. Glenn had to hold the chair with one hand and his foot, as he pushed the soft bristles in between Brent's toes.

"MMM HMHMHM!! MHMPH HM HM!" Brent laughed uncontrollably, twisting as best as he could. But the tickling would not stop. At least, not until Glenn decided to make it stop. And that could be a while.

The brush was put aside, and Glenn began using his fingers on Brent's sides and belly. The teenager lifted his shirt to get at his sensitive bellybutton. That drove Brent into a fit of giggles that brought tears to his eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, the tickle torture stopped. Brent sagged on the chair as Glenn went to get him a glass of water. His gag was removed and he sipped from the straw, moistening his lips and throat again. The dry mouth was the one part of these games that Brent didn't like. But it was worth it. If only there were a gag that wouldn't dry his mouth out.

"Feeling allright?" Glenn asked.

"Yeah," Brent replied. "I could go again."

Glenn laughed. "Yeah I bet. And you will. Just go hit the can quick."

Brent was untied, and he went to the bathroom. While there, he examined his wrists and elbows. He was always amazed at how Glenn could tie him so securely, and yet never leave any serious marks. Just a few indents on his skin that would be gone in a matter of hours.

Brent returned to the living room, where Glenn bhad all the ropes laid out neatly. "Okay dude." He said. "How do you want me to tie you up this time?"

Brent grinned. "Hogtie me!" He said, dropping to the floor. In a few minutes, his wrists were crossed behind him, and his ankles and knees were tied tightly. Another rope was folded in half and then was tied around the middle of the upper knee binding and wound around the lower one, forcing his knees to bend. From there, Glenn took the rope to his ankle bindings and pulled his feet to his wrists. The two loose ends were tied around his upper arms, just above his elbows. Glenn finished the tying by taking the knotted bandana, and gagging Brent with it.

Once again, Brent had an hour to get loose. But he knew he never would. He would endure another tickle session before being tied in a new position. But he loved every minute of it. Brent loved his weekends with Glenn, and had resolved to continue hanging out with him even when he was too old for a babysitter. After all, these games were a highlight of his week.

An alarm buzzed, and Glenn came at him with a feather duster. Yeah, it was tickle time again.
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