BLACKMAIL
While the Younger Boys Waited
Once the video had been taken, Karl wrapped his brother’s eyes round with enough packing tape to parcel up an elephant and the two young friends were dragged over to the corner of the garage out of the way. There followed some discussion as to the best way to keep them subdued. Max sitting on Matt’s lap with his kegs astride was quite a favourite with the photographer but Jonny couldn’t be cruel enough to leave them like that and suggested that they both be allowed to kneel. That was going to be alright as long as they knelt upright but, once the effort became too much, the result can be imagined! In the end Aiden was getting impatient to take his turn as Dungeon Master and just taped Max’s legs together all the way from his ankles to his knees and back before taping both boys’ legs together from their ankles to their bums and back to their knees before the tape ran out.
“Listen, you two, we only need this dungeon for a couple of hours until we can get to Jonny’s. If you’re good, we’ll go some way towards releasing you before we leave. If you’re not . . .” As he said so, both boys felt something dragged across their buttocks followed by a sharp pain in the same area. The embarrassment of their reactions, whilst being tied so tightly together with others present, made them decide to try to behave.
Aiden propped the two younger boys up against the corner. It was going to be difficult to stay on their feet for anything like the promised couple of hours.
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As Dungeon Master, Aiden decided that he would wear his skins and his biker boots. He took the look seriously and wore just a thong underneath not to spoil the appearance. The sleeveless top left his arms free to operate but even he couldn’t bring himself to wear a mask.
The Master had to decide: who would get the ladder and who would get the bench. He decided that Karl and Jonny should wrestle for it. Karl had the weight but Jonny had the fitness. “First fall scores,” announced Aiden.
Both wrestlers stripped for action, Jonny to his boxer briefs and Karl to his loose boxers. Jonny and Karl got to grips. Jonny knew that, if Karl could lift him, he was done for so he kept the coupling low. Both boys pulled, pushed and attempted to trip the other until they fell in a, still conjoined, heap on the floor. The garage floor was not exactly the best surface for rolling around in a wrestling hold but neither boy wanted to give in. Eventually weight won out and Karl pinned Jonny by two hips & a shoulder.
“Break,” announced Aiden and both wrestlers came to their knees in front of f him. “Karl is the victor. He gets to choose which tie Jonny suffers.” Karl chose the ladder for his opponent.
Karl was left on his knees awaiting his fate with his hands on his head as instructed while Aiden dealt with Jonny. He tied four loops of doubled rope round Jonny’s wrists before cinching them behind him. He was led over to the ladder and told to climb onto the third rung. Not an easy task with his hands bound and facing away from the ladder but, in a spirit of generosity Aiden supported him in his efforts. Once he had done so, his arms were pushed between two rungs, with the lower one at about elbow level. The ropes round Jonny’s wrists were then tied to a rung just below his hands.
“So far, so good.” thought Jonny, “But that can’t be all.”
“Won’t be a minute. I just don’t want Karl to feel left out in his own dungeon,” said Aiden as he walked away from the ladder. “Don’t forget,” he said to the two younger boys giving them each a swipe on the backside with something they couldn’t identify, “behave now.”
The combination of surprise and pain confirmed that the gags were efficient.
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Karl was beginning to regret wearing his boxers without the fly buttons, especially when he saw the ash stick; he assumed that they’d have time to change properly before submitting to Aiden. “Don’t worry, this isn’t for you.” assured Aiden as he lifted his friend’s chin with it. “Yet. Stand up.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Karl with his teeth clenched as the stick “helped” him to his feet.
Aiden ordered Karl to climb up on the workbench and sit with his lower legs hanging down. Karl guessed what was to happen next and spread his knees in an attempt to line up his legs with the solid wooden legs of the bench. He could already imagine the discomfort he’d be in shortly after Aiden had finished lashing him into place. Once more he rued wearing those particular boxers.
Over the past few years, the boys had obtained a reasonable stock of ropes, straps and even chains and padlocks. They had already shown considerable ingenuity in manufacturing devices for their TUGs and each had quite an extensive range of techniques. Aiden produced six fairly short leather straps, some even shorter ones, one very long webbing strap, lots of rope, a few accessories – and a claw hammer and a few four-inch nails. Karl sat in his stretched position looking quite calm about things –until he saw the hammer and nails. Aiden was his friend and he wasn’t too worried about the nails but he certainly started to get excited by the uncertainty as he tried to hold his position.
Aiden started with Karl’s ankles. He took one of the fairly short straps and bucked it loosely round one leg of the bench and Karl’s right ankle. He used one of the even shorter straps to pull the first one tight between Karl’s ankle and the leg of the bench. The same procedure followed round Karl’s other leg and below each knee. Getting the hammer and nails, Aiden climbed under the bench and held each of the larger straps to the insides of the legs with nails driven most of the way into the solid wood. By now Karl’s arms were struggling to keep him sitting up and, when Aiden brutally tickled the insides of his thighs to test his binding, Karl fell back with the obvious vocal reaction. Aiden seemed satisfied with Karl’s predicament so far but . . .
“Who gave you permission to lie down, boy?” and Aiden continued the tickling as Karl tried to apologise and sit up between gaps and laughs. “Still lying down on the job, boy? We can’t have that. Let me help you.” Karl kept trying to fend off Aiden’s probing fingers until the tickling stopped.
Aiden got a long rope and ordered his victim to sit up which, without the cruel onslaught he had just suffered, he managed to do. The Dungeon Master then positioned Karl’s hands about six inches apart on the bench behind him and told him not to move. The rope was doubled and wound between both Karl’s wrists four times before Aiden completed the rope cuffs by winding the free ends round the bindings thus forcing Karl’s wrists slightly closer. Aiden had quite a lot of rope left over. Good. All was going to plan. He brought the free ends up to Karl’s left elbow and tied a loop round it then another round the right elbow, pulling Karl’s arms slightly closer together. Once Aiden had wrapped a few more turns between Karl’s elbows and wrapped a few turns around those turns, drawing them tighter again, he just tied the ends off with a reef knot well out of the way of Karl’s hands.
“Just wait there a moment please.” And Aiden picked up another rope. He positioned it against the backs of Karl’s wrists, above his rope cuffs and wound a few turns round each wrist and threaded the ends between his arms before pulling his arms backwards and wrapping one end round each of the unused legs of the bench. Once the ends had been tied together, Karl’s arms hadn’t been pulled too far back but that could be adjusted later and there’d be no way he was going to be lying down on the job again.
“Comfortable?” Karl didn’t dignify that with an answer. Nevertheless, Aiden decided that he ought to gag him before going over to pay more attention to Jonny. They’d already used all the younger boys’ packing tape so there was nothing for it: he’d have to use his own. Karl soon had one of his own socks taped into his mouth by a few layers of black duct tape. A quick tap to Karl’s wrists, forcing them backwards, prompted a muffled “UUUNNN”.
“That’ll do.” observed Aiden as he went over to continue entertaining Jonny.
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“OK Jonny, time for you to get a chance to hang around doing nothing; your mum says you’re good at that!” Jonny gave Aiden a look but thought better of answering back. “But before we start, open wide.” Jonny kept his lips resolutely clamped shut, if Aiden was going to gag him which, realistically, he was, he was going to have to fight for it.
Aiden put down Karl’s other sock and picked up another length of rope. Within seconds Jonny’s ankles had been bound and his feet pulled off the rung that was supporting him. He immediately found himself hanging from his elbows and, once Aiden had passed the rope under the bottom rung of the ladder and tied it off to a rung behind his knees, Jonny couldn’t get his feet onto any of the rungs. “Open wide?”
Still Jonny’s lips remained closed. “OK, I’ve tried asking nicely; now it’s the demon fingers of Dungeon Master Aiden.” With that a prolonged tickle torture session commenced. Even hanging as he was, Jonny had enough scope for movement to make his writhing most gratifying to the torturer. “Had enough, yet?”
Between the writhing and laughter, pained inhalations of breath and eventual snorting noises, Jonny still managed to indicate that Aiden could go to somewhere very warm. After ten minutes the combined pain of hanging from his elbows and the unpredictability of where the “demon fingers” would strike next forced Jonny to submit. “Promise, boy?” asked Aiden as he continued his assault relentlessly. By the time Aiden was satisfied with his friend’s surrender, Jonny would have promised Aiden anything he demanded.
Aiden released the rope from the rung behind Jonny’s knees and Jonny managed to find his footing on the third rung again. He was still frantically trying to catch his breath when Aiden managed to insert Karl’s sock into his mouth and to tape it into place with more of his precious black gaffer tape. Once Aiden had allowed Jonny some time to compose himself, he lifted his feet off the rung and tied them underneath the one above it. Jonny was now hanging from his elbows again with only a small chance of relieving the pressure on them by straightening his legs, a difficult and uncomfortable pose to maintain in itself.
“What’s the safety word, Jonny?”
“M m, M m. M m, M m.” muffled Jonny with a noticeable, “Harry Potter. Harry Potter.” rhythm.
“OK, you’ll do.” With that, Aiden gave him a back-handed slap to the belly and turned once more to Karl.
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By now, Karl’s arms were starting to feel the strain in spite of which Aiden didn’t think he’d done enough to stress his friend’s body so he took out a new toy he’d made. Both brothers had talents on that front. The device was a long, heavy webbing strap with smaller leather straps attached to each end and a heavy buckle about forty centimetres from each end. Aiden threaded one end of the restraint under Karl’s right thigh and pulled the attached strap back to its buckle and fastened it temporarily into place. Having passed the other end of the strap under the bench, Aiden fastened Karl’s left leg similarly. His artistic side then started to express itself as Aiden tightened the straps until he judged that Karl was retrained perfectly symmetrically. As Aiden tightened the restraint, it pulled Karl’s knees further and further apart forcing his boxers to ride up thus giving him another reason to regret wearing them.
“Safety word?” demanded the Dungeon Master turning Karl’s face towards him. Karl shook his head and Aiden ruffled his hair and pretended not to notice his evident satisfaction with his situation.
By now Jonny was feeling the effort of trying to take the pressure of his weight off his arms and was wondering about saying, “Harry Potter” loudly and frequently when Aiden approached him again. He took hold of the relatively slight Jonny under his armpits in his very strong hands and lifted. Jonny gave a sigh of profound relief. “How long do you think I can keep this up for, boy?” Jonny’s reply was little more than a moan. “Too bad, my arms are tired.” And Jonny found himself lowered gently into his previous position.
He’d no sooner managed to “Nnnggh” than Aiden started the tickling again. Jonny quickly found ways of relieving the pain in his arms as he straightened his legs in reaction to the assault. Following about five minutes intense torment Aiden suddenly stopped. Jonny looked at him, he looked at Jonny, Jonny looked at him waiting for the next assault on his tortured body.
Aiden gave him a couple of little slaps on his cheeks and clicked his tongue. He took out a knife. Soon Jonny found himself standing on a rung of the ladder once more with his ankles free, breathing heavily and gradually recovering.
“Karl will think I’m ignoring him,” announced Aiden crossing the garage once more.
“What’s it to be then, man? Tickling the feet? Stretching the arms behind you? Nipple clamps? I’ve just made some new ones.” With each suggestion, Aiden made the appropriate actions. “Ah, no, remember last weekend?” asked Aiden producing something looking suspiciously like a tin of chilli powder from his bag. “Just what’s poking out from your boxers should do nicely.”
Karl suddenly discovered that he had more scope for movement than he would have believed possible and managed to make more noise through his nose than he would have made through his mouth in normal conversation as he frantically tried to withdraw inside his boxers again.
“What, don’t you want it?” The animated head-shaking and repeated screams seemed to indicate that he did not. “OK, but remember: after last weekend, you owe me one. Understand?” As Aiden moved the open tin into position, Karl did his best to indicate that he did, indeed, understand. “Name a day next week.”
“Nlll gwa.”
“Was that Monday?” Karl shook his head. Following two more questions from Aiden, they settled on Wednesday and Aiden brought the tin up in front of Karl’s eyes and ostentatiously snapped on the lid and tapped it twice while looking down at Karl’s embarrassment. He then took hold of the waist-band of his friend’s boxers, helping him to withdraw, and let it snap into place again.
TBC