Jason Toddman wrote: ↑2 years agoJust as well. Might make things easier in later chapters. I should have started it here from the beginning anyway.
I wasn't sure I knew how I was going to 'clean up some of these later chapters anyway. Just please let me know if things are going too in the 'lax direction instead.
CHAPTER 10
Hank was a guest in my room that night. I normally prefer to be on the receiving end of tie-up games, and I also didn’t want to give Hank (or Rusty, as we called him) any ideas that he might use for hazing me when I visited him for the weekend. But Rusty assured me that he had nothing special in mind for the weekend except for games that I requested myself. He wasn’t as imaginative as the others were in this respect, and preferred to go along with the wishes of the “victim” – whatever they were. He was easygoing and was equally happy about being the captor or the prisoner, as long as there wasn’t too much “rough stuff.”
I wasn’t usually a captor, but Rusty’s mild approach to the matter made this seem like fun. I tied him to a chair in Walter’s room, gagged him, and we watched a late-night movie together. I sat on the edge of the bed directly behind him and during commercial breaks I tickled him as well as I could. When the movie was on, I left him alone or gently stroked his bound arms or shoulders at random intervals. My skills in massage were nothing compared to Al’s or Ron’s, but Rusty seemed quite content with the arrangement anyway.
Afterward I had Rusty cuff me spread-eagled to the bed and he lay on top of me all night as we slept. All in all, he made quite a nice blanket and BOTH of us were happy with THAT arrangement.
The next morning was spent with the usual breakfast pleasantries until my aunt had gone to work for the day. Then – with Walter and Randy’s help – Rusty hog-tied me with a set of his own cuffs. Not a strict hogtie, as I wasn’t limber enough to endure one, but secure all the same. This was a change from the usual method of cuffing and hobbling me because we weren’t going to walk to his house; we were going to drive. And I was riding in style right in the front of the car – inside the trunk of a Volkswagen Beetle! Randy joked about simply tying me to the hood of the car and putting me on display, but of course no one was foolish enough to actually try such a thing - or call attention to our games.
At 6’ 2” Rusty was probably a bit of a sight scrunched up inside a small car like that, but I didn’t see it, because I was loaded into the trunk first. Rusty had padded it with pillows and blankets beforehand, and the trunk itself was fastidiously clean despite the car’s age (which was almost equal to my own age at the time). Despite being hogtied I was actually quite comfortable. It was lucky that I wasn’t prone to claustrophobia, though!
Again I wound up spending little time inside my host’s home. Rusty was camping out in the woods a short distance from his home and wanted me along for company. He was normally something of a loner and didn’t interact with the rest of us frequently. He was second only to Myron in this respect. With Myron, though, it wasn’t a matter of choice. Myron WANTED to interact with us more, but his parents were very particular about his friends. Rusty, on the other hand, was friendly but shy and he often preferred to be by himself. However, he and Myron lived on adjacent farms and their parents knew each other. So even though Rusty was about three years older than Myron, Myron’s parents approved of him and allowed the two to visit each other. As a result, these two interacted with each other more than either of them did with the rest of us.
Rusty drove up to his house to get some supplies for the camping trip without taking me out of the trunk. His parents were still home, and Rusty didn’t want them to see me. However, he parked his car in such a way that the trunk faced directly away from the house, and this allowed him to open the trunk and give me some fresh air. After he returned, he packed a few soft items into the trunk on top of me or around me, put some of the bulkier items onto the back seat, closed the trunk door again, and we were off to his campsite about a half mile down a little-used dirt track.
When we stopped, I heard Rusty talking with someone as he got out of the car. I was alarmed for a moment until I realized the second voice was another boy’s – and familiar. I realized who it was that Rusty was talking to just before the trunk door was popped open again: Myron. Both Myron and Rusty hauled me out of the trunk.
Myron was about my age, but at this point, he was four inches shorter and about 30 pounds lighter. He had reddish hair, a medium build and freckles all over his body – though nowhere as thickly as Rusty did. I immediately thought then that they looked like they could have been brothers, though as far as I knew at the time they weren’t related at all. But they got along at least as well as brothers. In fact, they were so much less shy around each other than usual that they were like completely different people. If there were two kids who SHOULD have been brothers, I thought to myself, it was these two.
I’d met Myron only twice before this; and each time he’d seemed likable enough but withdrawn almost to the point of silence. This time, he was happy and amiable. He laughed, swapped jokes with Rusty, and even started to engage me in animated conversation a couple of minutes after I was out of the trunk. He acted as if we’d been best friends all our lives – as long as Rusty was around. I didn’t understand the change, but as long as he was happy and outgoing, it didn’t seem to matter.
They untied me so that I could help with pitching the tent and arranging the campsite. But for all the help I was, they might as well have left me bound hand and foot inside the trunk! About all I was good for was basic manual labor, but neither seemed to mind this and we were all in good spirits as we set up camp. At least I was able to carry supplies out of the car without help – all except the tent. The tent was a monster. I swear that the damned thing tried to eat me alive while we were trying to pitch it. I might’ve felt nervous about sleeping inside the tent after an experience like that, but as it turned out I never had to do so.
After the camp was set up, we all felt like going swimming. The three of us changed into swimming trunks and then the other two cuffed, hobbled, and gagged me in the usual manner. Apparently everyone in the club knew that I liked being led around like this by now, even Rusty and Myron. A giggling Myron held my leash while we walked to a large stream nearby that fed into the same lake that Gary, Al, and Ron’s families lived alongside. My hands were cuffed in front of me, so everybody felt that it was safe to leave the cuffs and hobbles on me as long as I stayed close to the others.
After we had some fun swimming in the stream, we waded ashore. I was laid on the ground and the others used me as a convenient bench. They dripped dry while they sat on me. Myron and I had the first in-depth conversation about ourselves we’d ever had up to this point. He told me then about his friendship with Rusty and his wish that he could spend more time with the rest of us. It turned out Myron had specifically asked Rusty to invite me along on a camping trip so that he (Myron) could get to know me better. Apparently the fact that I was less likely to prefer being on top of him rather than the other way around made the normally shy Myron curious about me. Though he liked the others, he also found it difficult to get close to them – both because of their overwhelmingly brash manner and because of his own parents. If Myron’s parents learned that he’d been seen with the “wrong crowd", they’d make his life miserable with stern lectures of the “you’re known by the company you keep” variety.
Myron loved and respected his parents, but he wished they’d let him have more fun. It was at this time that he first told me his secret desire. Myron wished that some of the other boys in the club would come to his house, kidnap him, take him far away, and keep him somewhere and play with him and never let him return home! This was what he wanted, and he’d apparently mentioned it to Rusty many times before. It was a long-time fantasy of his.
I forgot about what Myron had said after that weekend, but subsequent events would bring it back to my mind quite forcibly during one of the scariest incidents of my life – but that story comes later.
Myron told me that he envied me. I was quite surprised. No one had ever said THIS to me before. It turns out that he also enjoyed being “tortured” while tied up (though he wasn’t interested in being sat on as I was). However, he only dared to let Rusty do this. He was sure that if he allowed anybody else to play with him this way, it would get back to his parents. Rusty had done to him most of the things that my cousins and the others had done to me – except for the things that involved close sexual contact. Rusty and Myron may have felt too much like brothers to be comfortable about going that far. At any rate, this is where they’d drawn the line so far.
So they both wanted to find out what this type of thing was like by doing things with ME!!!
I felt flustered and honored at the same time. I felt a little less honored when they told me that I wasn’t as “cute” as most of the others (especially Walter and Randy). But they wanted to play with me because they believed that I wouldn’t try to control the situation and that I wouldn’t tell anybody else about it. The last part, in particular, appealed to Myron. And they made me promise not to tell ANYONE else, including my cousins or other club members. Both boys were afraid that anyone else in the club would spread the word far and wide. But I was only a visitor for the summer (as far as we knew at the time), I probably wasn’t going to meet Myron’s parents, and for some reason Myron felt instinctively that I’d keep a secret if I was asked to do so.
Based on my recent experiences, I figured that some of the other club members might be willing to play with Myron and to keep it secret. But Myron had no way to know that his friends had developed interests similar to his, and I wasn’t sure that I had the right to tell him about this. After all, maybe the others also wanted to keep it a secret! Besides, I was there, the others were not, and I WAS willing! I told Myron and Hank this without any hesitation. This didn’t surprise either of them, and I wasn’t sure how I should feel about this. Was I considered THAT easy?!
At any rate, the others got off of me, we all stripped down, and we did it then and there. I got down on my hands and knees in front of Rusty and took his cock in my mouth first while Myron worked up the courage to do what HE wanted to do. Rusty’s dick was the largest one I’d seen yet among my friends, and I was glad he didn’t want to do it the way that Ron had. But Myron… he wanted to visit using the back door! This might have put me off if I hadn’t already done it once with Ron. Myron didn’t seem too concerned about giving me enemas and laxatives to clean me out however, and I remembered the ecstasy I’d felt after Ron got far enough more than I had the discomfort so I went along with it.
I was still new at sucking and blowing, and I’d never done it with Rusty before. It was more different with him than I’d expected. Besides having a larger dick than my cousins had, it was somewhat hairier and it was uncircumcised. I’d never seen an ‘uncut’ version before and so it looked to me as if it was deformed somehow. This bit of naiveté on my part struck my two companions as being very funny; though I felt I was being more laughed *at* than laughed *with*.
After Rusty and I were finished, Myron lubricated himself (while I lubricated myself as well as I could when my wrists were un-cuffed for the moment) and came on in for a visit! Luckily Myron wasn’t as big down there as Ron or Hank, but he made up for it by being even more vigorous and enthusiastic about what he was doing. I couldn’t see much of what was going on behind me, but Myron’s own behind was probably a back and forth blur! By the time he was finished with me, I felt like a gutted fish! It’s just as well that they worked separately rather than together; I’m not sure I could’ve handled them both at the same time. Especially not with the way I’d gritted my teeth; I wished I’d had the chew toy Ron had lent me during his turn. It’s just as well that Rusty’s dick didn’t provide an inadvertent substitute!
Myron wasn’t as skilled at this as Ron was; probably because this was his first time whereas Ron must’ve done that a half-dozen times before me. I don’t recall feeling quite as ecstatic afterward either, but that could have been for any combination of half a dozen different reasons; not least of which was Myron’s attitude toward me. Unlike his relation with Rusty, he seemed to see me more as some kind of… inferior, or even a mere object; to be interacted with only because Rusty interacted with me. It was the first time I had noticed this in him; it wouldn’t be the last. But if I felt any resentment concerning this, Rusty’s presence and easygoing manner made me quickly forget them.
We went skinny dipping after that to unwind, and then we had a pleasant cookout, complete with roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. Towards evening, the other two laid me on top of a sleeping bag I’d borrowed from Rusty and staked me out for the night on top of it. After I was staked out, they sat on me and tickled me and play-tortured me for a while. Then they went inside the tent to sleep. From the sounds I heard, I think they did more than sleep together – apparently doing it with me first broke the ice between them. It WOULD explain why I was left tied outside all night that night, anyway. But it was a warm night, I had a blanket over me, and the fire kept me warm until long past the time I fell asleep.
It was still dark when I awoke. Rusty and Myron were in the mood for some fishing, and they asked me to come along with them. They didn’t want to leave me tied up with no one to watch out for me. I said yes, so they released me from the spread-eagle tie I was in and hobbled, cuffed and leashed me to prepare me for the walk. Then they grabbed some fishing gear they’d brought and led me on a leash back to the stream at the same point as before.
I wasn’t into fishing, but that was all right. The other two simply laid me down on a patch of grass beside the water and used me for a soft, clean butt-rest while THEY fished. No one wanted to talk for fear of scaring away the fish, so – after a quick breakfast of donuts that Myron hand-fed me – I simply fell asleep despite being tied up with two boys my own size sitting on me. I dozed for hours. By the time I awoke, it was past ten in the morning. The other two had caught a few fish and had just finished cleaning them. I was set free so that we could all wash up and swim together before lunch.
That afternoon though, bad weather came rolling in and the rest of the weekend was a literal washout. We hastily broke camp and I was given a ride home – untied and in the back seat this time. I was disappointed that I didn’t get to spend more time with Rusty and Myron (especially Rusty, whom I'd known little about but had now developed a strong liking for). But I thought I’d probably be able to spend another weekend with both boys before the end of summer.
I eventually did spend more time with Rusty and Myron, but that weekend ended up being very different than the first one. I’ll tell that story in due course.
The next few days were spent in reasonably ordinary activities. And then it was time for my first sleepover at George’s house… and for a completely new experience.
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