What's a Prisoner Among Friends? Multiple m/m

[LK3869]

Huh... could you take a few days break, I'm a fast reader but I can't keep up to the pace you keep posting

I'll try to catch up that WE, those little psychopaths in their luxury bunker - you got me googling "clampett manor" to have an idea - got my attention... Way too much fetish for me but you manage variety and surprises - so far, I'm only in chapter 8...

[Jason Toddman]

Huh... could you take a few days break, I'm a fast reader but I can't keep up to the pace you keep posting

I'll try to catch up that WE, those little psychopaths in their luxury bunker - you got me googling "clampett manor" to have an idea - got my attention... Way too much fetish for me but you manage variety and surprises - so far, I'm only in chapter 8...

Gee, and I thought I was posting rather slowly. Was just about to post another chapter in fact. but if you want me to wait, I will.
Of course, if a couple of others now tell me you can deal with it, then I may change my mind.
This will be a good test to see how much of my stories people want, I guess.

[Xtc]

Well, I want you to keep posting the strory but I too would like a bit more time.

[LK3869]

Do like you feel, was mostly a joke to start my comment Better having too much to read than not enough...
And nevermind my anti-fetish crusade, this " huis clos " - too tired to check english for that - is damn good !

[bondagefreak]

I havent been able to keep up either.
Between commenting on short stories to encourage new authors and keeping updated on forum activity, you're already overtaking Bound and Gagged on chapter count.

I'm still only at chapter 14. Gonna read 15 tonight.
Slow down Jason! Please!

[Jason Toddman]

I havent been able to keep up either.
Between commenting on short stories to encourage new authors and keeping updated on forum activity, you're already overtaking Bound and Gagged on chapter count.

I'm still only at chapter 14. Gonna read 15 tonight.
Slow down Jason! Please!

Not sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. Fortunately I'm a gentle soul so I'll assume complimented.

[alkaid_]

I'm remembered i read this story in tieupgames.net, and just need to sayed it was amazing.

Sometime dreamed with a second part of this story, a few years later, with Andy, Will's cousin, with 13 or 14 years old, being tied by his older cousin and his friends.

[bondagefreak]

Not sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. Fortunately I'm a gentle soul so I'll assume complimented.

It was neither
You're just not giving me enough time to catch up.

If this continues, I'm gonna have to get you a shock collar with special settings to stop you from posting chapters too quickly. Either that, or I'm gonna have to gang up with a bunch of guys and sit on you. Yes. I went there

[Jason Toddman]

Not sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. Fortunately I'm a gentle soul so I'll assume complimented.

It was neither
You're just not giving me enough time to catch up.

If this continues, I'm gonna have to get you a shock collar with special settings to stop you from posting chapters too quickly. Either that, or I'm gonna have to gang up with a bunch of guys and sit on you. Yes. I went there

Come and get me, if you can!


Part 18.

Will reached up to where John’s wrists were handcuffed to the tree and released one wrists long enough to enable John to put his weary arms down. He was then re-cuffed with his hands behind his back and with his wrists reconnected to his leg-cuffs with the same chain tether that was used before; essentially rendering his arms immobile. The leash was then attached to his collar and Will proceeded to lead John along like a pet dog back toward the house, with Paul walking escort right behind him. They were not headed straight for the house however, but for the swimming pool out back.

John wondered how they intended to wash all the paint off of him. Surely they weren’t taking him to the pool and risk messing up the water with the dried-on paint. He also doubted that they’d want to use a regular shower at the risk of cogging the pipes with dried paint – even assuming it was water-based rather than oil-based.

As it turned out, they had the solution for this already prepared; in fact, they must have begun preparations before they began their ‘fox-hunt’. The other boys led him past the pol to a small shed he’d noticed previously but had not had occasion to enter before. Will unlocked the padlock that held the door closed and swung it open; to reveal a small enclosed room with its own Jacuzzi hot tub installed inside a large recess in the floor. It was a sizable affair that had enough room for a half dozen people at once, with a railing all around the edge of it. John had a funny feeling he knew what special use that railing would be put to. The hot tub was already running and hot steam was coming out of it.

Will locked the door after them when they entered and then he and Paul both began to remove their Star-Trek outfits – to reveal that they were wearing Speedos underneath.

“Lucky for you you’re already dressed for the occasion, John,” Will told him cheerfully as he and Paul gripped John by the arms and compelled him to accompany them into the hot tub. As John had expected, he was immediately led to a railing (the base of which was at about eye level standing in the inside) and made to remain facing it as his wrists were freed from behind him and then cuffed in front of him around a vertical metal post at the point where there was a horizontal brace several inches over his head. This kept his hands trapped above his head and his arms at full extension to the point where he almost had to stand on top-toe.

The water barely came up to John’s waist, prompting him to wonder how the paint could be washed off his back this way. As he was currently gagged and still wearing an active shock collar however, John was unable to pose the question to his captors. However, his questions were soon answered anyway when Paul and Will stepped away from him to fiddle with a mechanism he’d not happen to notice before. It looked like a metal panel about two-feet square along the further wall of the hot tub, except that it was covered with dime-sized holes in a regular pattern rather than being solid like the otherwise identical metal panels all around it.

“Let’s remove that gag,” Paul suggested. “I want to hear his reaction when we start cleaning him off.”

“That should prove interesting,” Will agreed as he stood behind John, unlocked his muzzle gag, and took it off of him. “How do you like it so far, John?”

John doubted the removal of the gag was entirely from the kindness of their hearts but simply another prank to get him to talk while the shock collar was on. However, John had gotten enough experiences with the shock collar by this time to remember to keep quiet. So he merely tried shrugging his shoulders noncommittally instead; something that proved difficult while his arms were trapped above him like they were.

Will merely chuckled and stepped back away from John out of his sight. Suspicious, John began to turn his head to follow him with his eyes. Before John quite managed to do this, hot water suddenly jetted out from all the holes at high pressure straight onto his back.

“Yaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhhhhh!” John screamed as the hot water began to scald his back and the shock collar began jolting him without mercy as a result of this… giving him a double whammy that caused him to writhe and twist around frantically. It took several seconds for him to bite off the yell so that he faced being tortured by only the first source of his anguish rather than both. In fact, the only reason he managed to do so as quickly as he did was the determination given to him by the somewhat derisive laughter of his companions. Determined to endure this torture like a man rather than like the little kid they apparently thought of him as being, John gritted his teeth and kept his vocalizations down to a few low moans of misery.

Despite this, Paul and Will seemed to be in no hurry to cease their torture. They let the hot water jets spray copiously on John’s bare, red-painted back while they relaxed at the further, shallower end of the hot tub and gleefully watched him – sitting in a seat built into the wall on that side and letting the soothing hot water rise to their shoulders.

The water spraying John’s back was not really hot enough to scald him badly; though it had felt like it was due to the sheer volume of it and its unexpected initial impact. After a minute or so however, his body apparently adjusted to the temperature. The high pressure of the heated water still made John feel like so many hot needles were pressing into the entire surface of his back however, and he continued to writhe and thrash about in his torment to the limited extent that he was able to.

After what seemed like another agonizing eternity but which turned out to be less than five minutes, Will adjusted the water volume and pressure spraying John’s back to small fractions of their previous levels. Then the two boys grabbed some scrub brushes from a small cabinet nearby and went to work scrubbing John’s back as if they were bathing an unruly dog that had tangled with a skunk. John felt as if he were being skinned alive, as the paint proved to be more difficult to remove than his captors had expected. John bore his discomfort in stoic silence however; not because he felt or wished to seem particularly tough or brave but because he wished to avoid letting the shock collar add to his suffering by reacting to his vocalized (if not necessarily coherent) complaints.

Eventually however, the scrubbing ordeal ended when his back was apparently cleaned off to his captors’ satisfaction. Of course, with Paul and Will for company and this being a dull, hot afternoon, this simply meant that a new ordeal would now take its place. Once the others had finished scrubbing, they began tickling instead; with Paul tickling his ribs and underarm on one side of him while Will did the same on his other side.

“Oh no! Ahahaha-aahhhh! Stop! Oowww! Hahahahahahoowwwww!” John shrieked as the laughter caused by the tickling caused the shock collar to renew its electrical torture of him. “Hahahaha! Yoowww! Hahahaha! OWW! Please! No more! Hahahaha-agghhh! I can’t Hahahahaha yoowww I can’t stand it! Hahahaha OW! OW! Hahahahaha-ahhhh!”

But for a few minutes his captors were relentless in their torture. Then will stepped away, leaving Paul to tickle both of John’s sides from behind while Will waded out of the hot tub and walked around the outside of it until he was facing John from the other side of the railing. Will’s bare feet, still dripping water as he let a wet trail behind him, were now level with John’s head and only a few inches away from his face. He now shoved one foot forward until the bottom of his foot was gently rubbing against John’s face. John immediately turned his head away but was unable to back away out of Will’s reach will he was still handcuffed to the railing. He was able to pull back a little, but Will simply leaned on the railing (which came up to his chest on that side) and pushed his foot in further and continued to rub his foot against John’s spluttering face. In the meantime, Paul was still intermittently tickling John; causing him to keep laughing and yelping in pain from the continued level-4 jolts from the shock collar.

“If you want Paul to quit tickling you, then kiss my foot,” Will told John tauntingly.

John tried to hold out, but at this point Paul began to really dig into his helplessly exposed bare ribs with his fingertips with a vengeance; causing John to laugh so hard and so uncontrollably that that shocks from the collar were constant and unrelenting.

“AAAAAHHHHH-HAHAHAHAHAAA! YEEE-OWWW!” he shrieked. “ALL RIGHT! HAHAHA-AHHHH! ALL RIGHT! I’LL DO IT! HAHAHAHAHA! OW-HOW-OWW! JUST STOP TICKLING ME FIRST! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T PUCKER UP!”

Will made a silent gesture to Paul that John couldn’t see, and Paul stopped tickling. Will gave John a few seconds’ grace to catch his breath and then thrust his foot out again.

“Go on, kiss it!” he insisted.

John sighed quietly, screwed up his face a bit, and then, with obvious reluctance, gave the fleshly underside of Will’s foot a quick peck.

“What kind of kiss was *that*?” Will groused unhappily. “That was no kiss! A kiss should be long and passionate – like you were kissing your girlfriend on the lips – not a quick peck like you’d give an elderly aunt! Now do it again, and do it right – or else!”

John knew full well by this time that Will never made idle threats (however vague they were), and he could hear the splashing sound of Paul coming close behind him to renew the tickle assault if he didn’t act quickly. With a look of bold determination mingled with resignation, John leaned forward, closed his eyes, imagined the face of a girl at his former school that he’d had an unrequited crush on, and kissed the bottom of Will’s foot long and passionately. He didn’t let even the slightest moan from this indignity escape him.

“Very good, John! That’s *much* better!* Will said more happily. “Now lick it all over; just like you’d lick an ice cream cone!”

John did moan slightly then but then, feeling the tips of Paul’s finger begin to slightly caress his ribs again, choked back his protests, stuck out his tongue, and proceeded to lick John’s foot as he was told. He started with the heel, worked his way along the instep, down along the flesh forward part, and up on to the toes – Will slowly moving his foot to make it easier for John to reach the parts he wanted to have licked. Will giggled very so often; apparently the tongue treatment was tickling him slightly.

One he reached Will’s toes however, John was compelled to take his time and go over them very carefully, taking the toes into his mouth as much as possible and licking all around and between them as well. Thankfully Will’s foot was as clean as it was wet from his time in the hot tub; it might have been much more disgusting to do this had John been compelled to do it before Will had brought him here. He simply hoped against hope that it wouldn’t occur to Will to make him do this under less salutary conditions.

Of course, once he had finished tongue-bathing Will’s foot, John was compelled to repeat the process with Will’s other foot. And then, even once that job was finished, John had to do the exact same thing for both of Paul’s feet as well. By this time however, it was getting close to the time that Tasha was due to come in to cook dinner. So while John began the long and laborious process of tongue-washing Paul’s feet, Will put on his clothes and returned to the house to let Tasha in through the gate when she arrived.

However, Paul wasn’t satisfied with having just his feet licked. Once John had finished with this and Will was still away, he squatted down in front of the railing, sat down, and thrust his legs through the railing, so that now John’s face was almost between Paul’s rather knobby knees. “Okay, string-bean. Same drill, only now I want to you to kiss and then lick my knees. If you don’t…” he didn’t continue but held the shock-collar remote where John could see this thumb poised directly over the ‘send shock’ button.

John didn’t bother to make any futile protests – other than another long, deep, heartfelt sigh of pure resignation – but simply proceeded to do as he was told. If the truth be known, he wasn’t really finding all this to be half as bad as he had thought it might be. If he was told to do this to a certain spot somewhat higher up though… front OR back… then he was fully resolved to say ‘No!” and damn the consequences.

John WAS made to kiss a spot higher up Paul’s body; but not the one he was expecting or dreading. In fact, it was much higher up, as Paul leaned his body in and lowered it – the point John had been dreading coming right in front of him but then sliding right on past without a pause – until his belly was rubbing against Paul’s face. He held himself in place by gripping the railing in both hands and hanging on, and told John to start kissing and licking his belly button.

John hesitated a moment, but then decided that this wasn’t really any worse than kissing Paul’s knees and so did as he was told. He found himself experiencing a strange thrill as he began alternately kissing and then kicking the hard, smooth ridges of Paul’s trimly-muscular body and then poked his tongue gently against the small, narrow hairless navel in the middle.

Paul let go of the railing and stood on an eight-inch-high step that lined the bottom edge of the hot tub at this point, so that now his chest was directly in front of John’s face. He wrapped his lean, sinewy arms under John’s arms and around John’s torso and proceeded to hug him close – snuggling his own face against John’s wet hair while pressing John’s face against his hard pectorals.

“Kiss my pecs?” Paul requested but, somewhat to John’s surprise, phrased it as a polite request rather than as a demand.

John hesitated for a moment and then, feeling as if he were under some kind of strange enchantment that drained his normal reserve away, decided to do it. He kissed one nipple and then the other, and then – feeling bizarre but also feeling very good – began to suckle on it like a baby feeding at its mother’s breast. John began to feel a strange stirring down in his groin and it unnerved him for a moment. Then, almost recklessly, he cast aside all hesitation and continued to suck on Paul’s nipple; causing Paul to moan now but with considerably more delight than John had been doing hitherto.

John removed his lips from Paul’s nipple as the taller boy suddenly pulled himself lithely back up. John pulled back uncertainly as Paul’s groin came near his head again, but again it continued on past – along with his legs as Paul pulled himself completely back up through the railing and seated himself as before – with his knees bracing John’s head. This time however Paul’s knees clamped themselves as close together as they could; trapping John’s head between them in a tight but gentle squeeze.

John looked up uncertainly, wondering what Paul was playing at, and saw that he had the keys to his handcuffs in hand. With a few swift motions Paul unlocked one cuff long enough to pull John’s hands free of the railing, and then relocked it in front of him. Paul then held John’s trapped wrists in one hand while he tucked the key inside the speedos with the other – no danger of getting pickpocketed there! Then, with athletic grace, Paul slid down to stand in front of John again. The older boy lowered the arms of the younger and reattached the chain connecting handcuffs to leg cuffs in front of him.

[BondageKitten]

I am really enjoying this story, but I feel so very bad for poor John.

[Jason Toddman]

Part 19.

John was uncertain what had just happened with that face-squeezing business; was Paul gay, or what?

Paul was not gay, though perhaps he was a little curious. He had been caught up in the moment and had let himself get a bit carried away once he’d gotten John to kiss and lick his feet. He’d never done such things with a boy before, here was a boy who was essentially at his mercy, and the momentary impulses that had run through his adolescent brain had led to quick action on his part. But now that the heat of the moment had passed, it was not satisfaction he felt but utter embarrassment.

As for Will, his inner reaction was quite different than the one his expression and words had conveyed to John’s somewhat over-stimulated mind. Rather than approval and a wish to emulate Paul’s actions, he was a bit disturbed and more than a bit annoyed. He flashed a look at both boys that John misread as approval and amusement.

Unlike John however, Paul correctly read the look on Will’s face and the older boy knew that he was in for some trouble later on when Will was alone with him.

“It’s supper time, so let’s get John dried off and take him back into the house,” Will said to Paul quietly as handed the leash over to him.

Paul attached the leash to John’s collar and began to lead him out of the hot-tub. By this time though, John had finished assimilating his faulty assumptions, came to a conclusion he didn’t like in the least, and began to struggle. “No! NO! Agghhh!” he shrieked as he tried to protest despite the shock collar jolting him for his trouble. “I’m not gay! Oww! You can’t make ME go gay! OWW! I won’t let you! Nngghhh! No, I won’t!!! OWW!”

“What the Hell is he talking about?” Will asked Paul in a displeased tone of voice. “What did you make him do?! If he’s talking about what I *think* he’s talking about…” The way he said this boded no good for Paul if his guess proved to be correct.

“No! It’s not like that! I swear!” Paul protested; standing there stupidly waist deep in water with a still struggling John a few feet away. “I simply made him kiss my feet; and my knees… and… my nips. But that’s all. I certainly didn’t make him do… *that*!”

Will looked at him sternly and studied his friend’s face carefully. Finally he decided that Paul was telling the truth (more or less) and that John was over-reacting. Though wanting to be gentle with John under the circumstances, such defiance as this couldn’t be allowed either. “All right, that’s enough!” Will sternly told him. “Be quiet! Nobody’s going to ‘gang bang’ you or anything, so just settle down and shut up before I gag you again and decide your supper can wait a few hours!”

Being somewhat hungry, and seeing that no one was making any attempt to do anything ‘gay’ to him, John settled down and shut up as Will told him to; those electrical shocks were making it very painful to talk anyway. He placidly followed Paul out of the hot tub without another word and let Will and Paul towel him dry with stoic silence.

Seeing that John was still labouring under some false impressions, Will took his leash and walked along with him slowly while sending Paul on ahead back into the house to get the dinner table ready. He took his shock collar remote, held it where John could see what he was doing, and shut it off. “Look John, Paul and I might enjoy having a little bondage fun at your expense, but we’re not gay! We might subject you to some tortures when you misbehave, and force you to do unpleasant or moderately difficult chores and the like, but we’re not going to be doing anything to you like ‘bad touches’ again, or anything worse. Okay? Not even as punishment. You understand me? Whatever else Paul and I do to you, we also won’t LIE to you. Not EVER! Do you believe me?”

John thought about it, studied Will’s face carefully for a moment, and then nodded his head with a small smile. Will smiled back, and then two were talking more at ease with each other by the time they got back to the house. Not having the collar shock him when he talked made John feel a lot more at ease. Will even let John continue talking once they reached the kitchen and the two other boys sat John in his chair. They also left one of John’s hands free so that he’d be able to feed himself.

It was an excellent dinner of pot roast, baked potatoes, gravy, peas and carrots that they ate that day, and by the end of it John had forgotten all about the incident of the hot tub.

Deciding that John had relaxed enough, Will turned the shock collar back on after giving John fair warning, placed the large-balled panel/muzzle gag back on him, freed him from his chair, and made him wash all the dishes. Afterward, John had to wash the kitchen sink and scrub the kitchen floor as well.

Once this was done, John was escorted to the living room where Will and Paul watched television for a few hours. John didn’t get to watch much TV however; he was not only blindfolded the entire time but forced to kneel with his arms and wrists cuffed behind him while both of the other boys used him as a footrest. Fortunately he was given a soft pad to kneel on, but even a lithe and limber boy like John would have found holding this posture continually for hours – especially while the weight of the legs of two larger boys rested on his back – to be painful and rather difficult. However, every commercial break John was given some relief; Will and Paul would take their legs off of him, roll him over into a new position (such as lying on his back or his side), tickle him until the commercial break ended, and then resume resting their feet upon him until a new commercial break began.

“Enjoy your rest while you can,” Will told John when they decided to call it a night. “Tomorrow you’re going to be doing some work around here!”

Will and Paul escorted John (still blindfolded) upstairs to his bedroom and released his wrists and removed his blindfold so that he could take care of his sanitary needs. Afterward they secured him in his bed in the same manner as they had the previous two nights. They left him gagged and blindfolded while they tickle-tortured him some more; driving him frantic before they finally desisted. Then, although they removed his gag, they left his blindfold (and his room light) on when they left him alone for the night.

“I wouldn’t talk in your sleep if I were you though, John,” Will warned him. “I’ve upped the jolt level to ‘5’, since you’re getting too used to ‘4’. Sweet dreams.”

John simply nodded his head in response as he heard the boys leave and then heard the door being closed and locked behind them.

As it turned out, he got a more restful night’s sleep than Paul did. Paul was made to spend the entire night standing on tip-toe while locked inside his own closet – his arms trapped above his head while cuffed around the overhead bar. In addition, he was given twenty strokes across his derriere with Will’s belt before Will went to his own room to sleep. Paul didn’t cry out once however; but this was only because he wore the spare muzzle/panel gag the entire time as well.

[Jason Toddman]

Part 20.

As before, John awoke on Thursday morning to the sound of a key being inserted and turned in the lock of the ponderous bedroom door ten feet beyond the foot of his bed. John thought it was still night-time at first, because he was still wearing a blindfold. The captive boy momentarily panicked as a result – wondering the others planned to tease and torment him for a while. But Will’s cheery voice announcing “Good morning, sleepy-head!” allayed his fears of immediate torment – at least for a while.

John could not see anything, but he was not left in the dark for long. The sound of approaching footsteps and the sensation of someone sitting on the bed beside one of his arms was immediately followed by the touch of fingers against the back of his head as his blindfold was quickly loosened then slowly removed. The curtains were partially closed and the light was off, so his sleepy eyes were allowed to adjust to the early morning daylight without too much glare.

“Had a good sleep?” Will asked John cheerfully.

Although he was not gagged, John simply nodded; he could only be fooled that way only so many times. He was determined not to let the shock collar catch him out today!

Paul was releasing John’s ankles from the bed and hobbling them together while Will worked on doing the same with John’s wrists. It was only then that John noticed that the usually ebullient Paul was as silent as John himself was; even though he had no gag or shock collar to enforce quietness. John was curious about this, but was unable to ask about it. Maybe Paul was simply embarrassed or ashamed about yesterday’s proceedings and didn’t want to talk about it. In any case, John had no desire to bring the subject up.

But if Paul was less cheerful than usual, he wasn’t exactly sullen either. He still managed to tease John by tickling the captive’s unprotected soles; smiling while John literally struggled to keep from laughing out loud and setting off the shock collar again. But of course John was unable to hold out for long and was soon laughing, yelling, and crying as the shock collar began jolting him mercilessly. Fortunately Paul subjected John to this torment for only a few seconds before he finally desisted (but only when John finally said Mercy!” with a frantic squeal) and resumed his task of hobbling John’s ankles, but to John it seemed like hours!

“Ready for some morning stretching exercises?” Will asked brightly as he finished cuffing John’s wrists behind his back and began easing him out of the bed.

If John had any doubts what this question meant, they were abolished when Paul stepped over to the door of John’s closet and opened it with a dramatic flourish while Will escorted a shaking John toward it. “Oh no! Not again!” John murmured in a low enough voice that the shock collar didn’t punish him for it. “Please! Not again! PLEASE! Oww!”

That last please had apparently been a tad too loud, because the shock collar suddenly snapped to life and jolted him with a level-5 shock. It was certainly loud enough for John’s captors to hear clearly, but it made no difference. Paul simply grabbed the panel gag (which had been left on the top of John’s dresser drawer the previous night) and secured it on John’s face while Will secured John’s handcuffs to a length of length that he’d connected to the horizontal bar in the meantime.

John was puzzled; how did they propose to suspend him by his wrists with his hands still cuffed behind him?

Paul stepped out of the closet and left the room for a moment, and then came back inside the closet carrying a strange device John had never seen before. It was essentially an iron bar over two feet long and about an inch thick, with thick old-fashioned manacles welded to each end. John watched with consternation as his feet were forced wide apart until his ankles were at the right distance from each other to be locked into those manacles. Once his feet were trapped by this device, he was unable to move them together (or even further apart), but only back and forth every slightly.

“Like the spreader bar?” Will asked with a wide grin as he playfully tousled John’s hair. “Paul and I made it ourselves just for you. You’ll love it even more when you begin your stretching exercises. Well, we’ll leave you to them now; Tasha should arrive to make our breakfast any time now. Toodles!”

Ignoring the ever-increasingly frantic sounds that John was making through his gag, Will and Paul walked out past him (playing with his hair and patting him on his fanny as they went), closed the door, and locked it.

By this time John had made a good guess about what was going to happen to him next, and he attempted to steel himself against the worst. Sure enough, within moments he could feel the metal bar rising inexorably upward – and pulling up his helplessly trapped wrists along with it! As there was very little slack in the chain connecting his wrists to the bar, the effects of the pull became noticeable almost at once. His hands and wrists were pulled irresistibly higher and higher; forcing him to bend forward lower and lower at the same time.

After a point, bending further forward became more difficult and uncomfortable. His situation was complicated even further by the spreader bars holding his feet apart, as they made balancing on his feet harder than normal. The bar rose inch by painful inch, and John felt himself forced once again to the tips of his toes. This continued moment after moment. Then, just as John was sure that his feet were about to slip right out from under him – which would surely dislocate both his shoulders – the bar finally stopped its brutal ascent and John was allowed to continue supporting his entire weight by his shoulders, arms, and the balls of his feet.

John’s lithe body began to ache with the strain and sweat profusely. John bit off a moan between clenched teeth and endured the torment in silence. A heavier or less physically fit boy than John might have succumbed to the pain, exertion, and strain of staying balanced. But John was made of sterner stuff than this. Though he had been subjected to experiences he’d scarcely ever imagined before in the last three days, John was hardly broken. Quite the reverse! He was determined not to let any sign of his strain be visible to his tormentors when they finally returned; not even to a single tear coming from either eye if he could possibly help it.

There was little he could do about the sweat pouring from him however, and some of it was now getting into his eyes and stinging them. But other than the occasional low growl of frustration muted by the gag, no sound of protest escaped John’s mouth as he simply endured the situation as best as he could.

But Lord… he’d find a way to get even with Will and Paul for this if it was the last thing he ever did!!! If he ever got a chance to tie *them* up… watch out!!!

The muscles in John’s lean arms and legs stood out as the boy continued to endure the strain of keeping himself balanced like a tightrope walker. John hoped he didn’t get a Charlie horse or a leg cramp now; unsupervised as he presumably was, such a thing now would spell utter disaster! Fortunately, his lean and well-toned muscles did not betray him but continued to support him as he stood trapped in his strappado position.

After a half hour that seemed to last for an Eternity (and just when John was becoming convinced that he’d been totally forgotten), the metal suspension bar began to lower itself – bringing blessed relief to John’s entire aching body. Moments after the bar had returned to its usual position, the closet door was unlocked. The door was opened and Paul and Will sauntered in.

“Oh, wow! You really need a bath dude!” Will said to John cheerfully. “It’s not even all that humid today, and you’re sweating like a pig in a sauna!”

“I guess it’s a darned good thing that we decided to give him his stretches before he took a bath, huh?” Paul asked as he began to unlock John’s spreader bars. Apparently he’d recovered his good cheer while John was sweating it out inside his closet.

“Yeah! Let’s bathe him first! His breakfast can keep for a while,” Will immediately decided as he unlocked the chain that kept John connected to the suspension bar.

“Great idea!” Paul agreed enthusiastically as the two larger boys began to hustle John out of the closet and over into the bathroom at the opposite end of the room. Paul then immediately began to fill the tub with bathwater.

Will unlocked one of John’s hobbles and urged him to remove the undershorts he’d been wearing. It was something of a struggle for John to remove his own underwear unaided with his hands still cuffed behind his back, but the limber boy persevered rather than try to request (while still gagged) that one of the other help him. His contortions provided a source of considerable amusement for his captors (if not for him) but he finally managed to get the tight things down his thighs until they could easily slide down to his feet.

Once he stepped out of them, he stood naked in front of the others but still facing away from them while Will re-hobbled his temporarily released ankle. Of course John’s subtle attempt to preserve his modesty was futile, but the other two didn’t tease him about it. They simply helped him get into the bathwater (which once again was generously dosed with Mister Bubble) and then washed him like they would a filthy and misbehaving dog. Private portions of his anatomy (hidden by the bubbles) were washed but not fondled any more than was strictly necessary; somewhat to John’s relief.

Once out of the tub however, it was obvious while he was being dried off than his body was having a different reaction than his brain. Fortunately, Paul and Will decided they’d had enough fun at John’s expense at this point and made no comment as they helped him put on a new set of undershorts, cargo shorts, socks, sneakers, and a blue tank-top.

Once John was dressed and ready to go, he was escorted out of his room and over to the kitchen via the elevator. Once there, John was securely tied into his chair as usual so that he could scarcely move a muscle. But once his gag was removed and he was served breakfast he almost didn’t care about that part of it anymore.

Breakfast consisted of waffles in syrup, sausages, and orange juice. This was of course fed to him (rather leisurely) by hand by the others, since John’s hands were still cuffed behind his back. But it was a delicious breakfast, and he was fed as much as he could eat. Whatever other ways the other boys enjoyed tormenting him, at least starvation or thirst wasn’t among them.

Once breakfast was over, John’s wrists were freed and then cuffed in front of him so that he could wash the dishes. Once this chore was done, he was escorted to his room where he used the toilet, combed his hair, and brushed his teeth (all of these unassisted, thankfully!). Paul and Will allowed him fifteen minutes for all of this and, to give him some privacy, waited for him outside the bathroom until he emerged.

“What are we doing today?” he asked with a hesitant whisper before Will re-gagged him.

“We’re going to try out our dungeon today,” Will replied cheerfully.

John looked at the other boys nervously but made no attempt to struggle as they escorted him back into the elevator. This time, rather than press the button to the first floor, Will pressed the button that would lead them down into the hitherto unseen (by John) basement of the mansion!

The elevator dropped quickly down two levels. When the elevator doors opened up and John caught his first glimpse of the basement, he thought his heart was continuing its downward trip without the rest of him! His eyes bulged wide as he stared in shock…

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This has always been one of my favorite stories. The gate closing and locking, no way out, and the "bondage" hasn't even started yet! Trapped!

[Jason Toddman]

This has always been one of my favorite stories. The gate closing and locking, no way out, and the "bondage" hasn't even started yet! Trapped!

I've always enjoyed setting up a proper 'atmosphere' for a story.

Part 21.

The first thing John saw was a cage with thick metal bars. It was about four feet in length, three feet high and a bit over two feet wide. It was not big enough for a person to lie down or stand up in; though it might fit a large dog comfortably enough.

What shocked John was not the presence of the cage but that there was a person inside it; a boy dressed in full-length slacks, long sleeved shirt, sneakers, and a cap. The boy was gagged his arms tied to the bars of the cage behind him while his feet (which stuck out through the bars in front of him) were also tied. In the dim light, it was difficult to see any part of the boy’s face, especially as it was slumped forward so that its features were not visible past the visor of the cap.

The figure was not moving.

John shivered in fear. Then, noticing something subtly wrong with the scenario, he took a closer look at the cage’s occupant.

It wasn’t a boy after all but a very lifelike mannequin.

John heaved a sigh of relief through his gag, which made Paul and Will laugh.

“Had you going for a moment there, didn’t we John?” Will asked cheerfully.

John nodded slowly, but he was not entirely at ease. After all, there was nothing to keep Will and Paul from taking the mannequin out and sticking *him* into the cage!

“We set it up a couple of days ago,” Paul added as he turned a dimmer switch to brighten the cellar interior. “We wanted to show it to you yesterday but we got kind of sidetracked. Anyway, this is our rumpus room.”

Other than the cage and its mannequin occupant, the place looked more like an ordinary and relatively unused storage cellar to John. There were row of shelves evidently meant to contain wine bottles of various kinds, but all of these were empty. There were other ordinary shelves, but these contained nothing more than a few empty mason jars and some cardboard boxes containing various oddments and junk. There was, however, a closed metal door at the other end of the cellar.

Will and Paul led John deeper into the now brightly lit cellar past the cage rather than open it up to stick him inside. Upon closer inspection and with the improved light, it was obvious that the figure inside the cage was a dummy; and John felt like a dummy himself for believing it could be otherwise.

Will and Paul led John to the further door, which looked somewhat like a freezer door. Will pulled a large key out of his pocket and proceeded to unlock the door with it. “Mom and dad and sis next come down here anymore. Dad thinks the key to this door was lost, but I actually nipped it a couple of years ago. Dad thinks the room is empty and – since he had no use for it – never bothered to call a locksmith. But Paul and I use it…”

And with a dramatic pause and an equally melodramatic flourish Will unlocked the metal door and pulled the ponderous thing open.

Beyond the door was a vault like chamber about three times the size of the living room at Will’s house. Inside it was a mattress stretched between two metal support poles three inches in thickness, a bookshelf containing various books and magazines (none of which Will could see clearly at the moment), and many closed cardboard boxes containing who-knew-what? Set inside the low ceiling directly over the mattress was what appeared to be a ventilation grille eighteen inches to a side.

John was not at all surprised when he was led to the mattress and made to lie down on it on his side. One of his hands was released from the handcuffs, and then his arms were pulled up to bracket his head. His hands were pulled up past the pole and then re-cuffed so that he could not pull his hands away again. His feet were treated similarly – leaving him stretched out face up upon the mattress and unable to move off of it.

“Comfy?” Will asked with a grin as he sat on the edge of the mattress and ruffled John’s hair playfully.

John made a quick silent nod without attempting to talk through his gag.

“Wanna make sure he’s good and secure?” asked Paul as he squatted down at the foot of the mattress and wiggled his fingers right above John’s bare feet.

“Sure,” replied Will with a grin as he suddenly straddled John’s midriff and began to tickle his underarms. A second later, Paul began to tickle the soles of Jon’s feet.

As they had figured, John began to writhe and convulse like someone having a seizure under this double tickle assault. He writhed and thrashed side to side and, despite Will’s larger body pinning his slender waist down to the mattress, managed to buck up and down a few inches as well in his frantic attempts to seek relief. Muffled laughter and frantic squeals could be heard through John’s gag as he convulsed and tried to elude those tickling, tormenting fingers. But nothing he did mattered; his two teenaged captors simply grinned, laughed a little themselves, and mercilessly continued tickling him into a sheer frenzy.

Naturally, John’s bonds held; if he couldn’t wriggle free when he so desperately wanted to under a tickle attack like this, he wasn’t going anywhere when he was calmer. It seemed to take a long time to convince Will and Paul of this however, as they tickled John for a full fifteen minutes before they finally relented. By this time, John’s exertions had caused him to break out into a sweat all over his body despite the relative coolness of the cellar.

“Wow, I worked up a thirst doing that,” Will suddenly told Paul. “Let’s go upstairs and get a cold drink while we let Johnnie here catch his breath.”

“Okay,” Paul replied cheerfully as he stood up.

“You just chill out a bit, John,” Will said to him with a grin as the two boys proceeded to walk out. “We’ll be back with a cold one in a few minutes.”

John didn’t like the way Paul laughed when Will said that! He couldn’t say anything in protest however as the two boys stepped out of the room and closed the door.

John was certain they were up to something… and not just leaving him down here inside this subterranean room either. But what kind of torture could they be…?

With a sudden metallic roar, the ventilation grille directly above him began blowing cool air directly at him with over ten times the force of a large household fan. It felt good at first, as John’s exertions while being tickled and the relative humidity had made him very hot and sweaty. But the blast of air – cool at first – was getting colder by the moment. Within a minute, the room was at least five degrees cooler than it’d been when the other two boys closed the door. If this kept up…

It did. Within five minutes, the room was definitely chilly. Within another five it was like a refrigerator in there, and John began to shiver violently. Five minutes after this, the room temperature was definitely reaching the freezing point.

At this point the door opened up again, and Will and Paul stepped back inside the room – closing the door again behind them. They had changed clothes. Instead of the light summer-wear they’d put on before, both wore full length slacks, heavy winter-coats, gloves, scarves, and (with an intimidating touch John doubted was accidental) black ski masks. Each had a can of soda in his right hand. In addition, Will held a pitcher of ice water (with *lots* of ice cubes) in his left hand.

“Want a drink?” Will asked John with a grin.

John initially considered refusing despite his thirst before it occurred to him that if he got a drink, they’d have to remove his gag. For that reason alone he nodded his acceptance.

Will and Paul squatted down to either side of John and set their cans of soda down after each taking a generous mouthful for themselves. Paul reached out, unlocked the panel gag, and carefully pulled it away. Will then raised the back of John’s head with one hand while holding the pitcher of ice water to his lips with the other. John took a few sips to ease his thirst, and then took advantage of the opportunity to beg to be taken out from under that blasting cold air.

“Chill out, dude,” Will said with a grin. “It’s time for your challenge.”

Before John could respond to this, John stuck his gloved hand into the pitcher, pulled out a generous handful of ice cubes, put down the pitcher, grabbed the front of John’s shorts, pulled them up, and hastily shoved the ice cubes into the warm vacancy within.

“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!” John squealed with tightly shut eyes and clenched teeth. He wildly struggled in vain to get the ice cubes out of his suddenly frozen pubic area while simultaneously (and barely successfully) striving to keep from making enough noise to cause the shock collar from adding to his suffering. He swiveled and rocked his hips like a belly dancer on Speed as he strove to work some of the ice cubes loose, but the tightly fitting shorts would allow none of the ice cubes to escape from either the hemline or through the leg holes below. John wriggled his slender hips with speed and tenacity that would have made even Shakira envious. Will and Paul found his gyrations to be most entertaining.

“I think you’re getting too hot with all that hard work,” Will said to John as he lifted up the pitcher of ice water. “This will help cool you off.”

Will slowly upended the pitcher of water all over John’s torso and legs.

“YAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEAAAAARRRRRGGGGUUHHHHHH!!!!” John screamed; this time no longer concerned about the shock collar adding to his woes. When it did, John simply kept right on yelling until his throat began to get hoarse.

“I guess level 5’s not good enough anymore,” Will commented drily to Paul. “Remind me to up the setting to ‘6’ when we get back upstairs.”

Paul nodded with a grin.

Having managed to stop yelling and pause to catch his breath, John was about to plead to be taken out again when Will placed a gloved hand over his mouth to shush him.

“Listen up. It’s time for your daily challenge,” Will told him. “We’re going to stay in here with you. We won’t move to allow ourselves to warm up. If you can tough it out in here longer than we can, and we give up and want to leave first, we’ll set you free. If you give up before we do, you lose.”

“Th-th-that’s not f-f-fair!” John stuttered in a whisper as he shivered. “Y-you’re a-all dressed up l-like it’s wa-wa-winter-time, wa-while I’m almost na-na-naked a-and dr-dre-drenched w-w-with i-ice wa-water!”

“But you’ve got much more incentive than we do,” replied Paul coolly. “We’re just a couple of spoiled rich kids who don’t like being uncomfortable for long, while you have nearly two months of captivity on the line. You’re a tough kid. Can you handle it?”

“We’ll even give you quick but vigorous rub-downs every five minutes to make sure you don’t get frostbite,” added Will.

For once John wished these two would sit on him again like they sometimes did before, just to help warm him up. Even *that* would be way better than freezing like *this*!

Still, they were offering him a fighting chance – at least, by their lights. They had the advantage, but if he could just be tough enough to endure these arctic conditions for a while without surrendering...

John clenched his teeth (which threatened to chatter from the cold) and strove to tough it out. He was sure the ice water would freeze on his skin and coat him in a sheet of ice, but except in small droplets this didn’t happen – though it did form a crust of ice on the mattress all around his body as it drained off of him. He’d shaken off most of the water that had been poured all over him except for the trapped pool of ice melt that was accumulating inside his shorts… but even this slowly dribbled away as it melted, as the shorts were not so tight on him in his behind as it was elsewhere.

John shivered – sometimes involuntarily as a reflex and sometimes in a conscious effort to try to keep warm. He tried valiantly to outlast his tormentors, who were also starting to notice the discomfort of the cold even with their advantages of being dry and having much warmer clothing.

The promised rub-downs helped. True to their word, they gave him vigorous rub-downs lasting about a minute or so that almost had him feeling warm again in places. Also, their bodies partially blocked the ventilator when they leaned over his body to massage him. But then they’d stop, and the relentless freezing blast of air made him feel even worse than before by the time they’d give him another rub-down.

But it was no use. The ventilator was blowing icy cold air at him at full blast; the wind chill felt like it was below 0 degrees Fahrenheit on his skin by this time… cold enough to freeze salt water. John made a very good effort; he lasted over thirty minutes before he finally decided to give in to fears of frostbite. His fingers and toes had felt like they were getting sawn off; now they felt completely numb and he couldn’t move them at all despite the frequent rub-downs the other boys had given him there.

“I give up!” John exclaimed sotto voce. “Do anything you want to me! Just please let me out of here! Pleeeeasssseee!!!”

Rather than make him suffer any longer, Will and Paul promptly freed John from the poles and carried him out of the refrigeration chamber. The cellar outside was barely room temperature, but it still felt to John almost like he was entering a blast furnace when the others carried him out into it.

“Whew! I’ve had enough of that myself!” Will exclaimed as he turned a dial by the door to shut the refrigeration off. He left the door open to let the vault warm back up.

“Still better than the heat outside,” Paul pointed out as he replaced the gag on a rather quiescent John. “It’s turning into a scorcher today. “

“The heat will feel good to John after this,” said Will. “Let’s go outside to warm him up, and then we can decide what to do next.”

John wasn’t sure he was warm enough to move on his own yet, but it didn’t matter. Without a pause, the two other boys picked him up by his feet and his arms and lugged him quickly over to the elevator.

[bondagefreak]

He swiveled and rocked his hips like a belly dancer on Speed as he strove to work some of the ice cubes loose

No way [mention]Jason Toddman[/mention]! I practically had some of my protein shake coming out of my nose when I read that. Belly dancer on Speed, hahaha

On a sidenote, it brings back some fond memories reading this for a second time.

I didn't recall Will and Paul being this cruel to John before! Man, those guys are brats!

[Jason Toddman]

He swiveled and rocked his hips like a belly dancer on Speed as he strove to work some of the ice cubes loose

No way @Jason Toddman! I practically had some of my protein shake coming out of my nose when I read that. Belly dancer on Speed, hahaha

On a sidenote, it brings back some fond memories reading this for a second time.

I didn't recall Will and Paul being this cruel to John before! Man, those guys are brats!

Yes, they are - as were the actual people I loosely based them on. Glad you're still enjoyi[ng the story. Now, can you or someone please explain to me why a blue box with my username in it keeps blocking my text and screws it up whenever I try to hit enter? It's getting very annoying.

[Jason Toddman]

Part 22.

John thought they would be stopping at the first floor to promptly go outside, but instead the elevator took the three of them back up to the second floor, where Paul and Will escorted John back up to his room. Once there his hobbles were removed and his wrists were cuffed in front rather than behind. Then his gag was removed as well.

“Okay, you’ve got ten minutes to use the toilet, take a quick shower, brush your teeth, change into a fresh set of shorts, and so on,” Will told him. “Paul and I are going to change clothes too one at a time, but one of us will always be outside your door, so no funny business if you don’t want our play to get rougher. Your ten minutes start now.”

John didn’t waste any time (or risk getting shocked) saying anything in protest, but simply went into the bathroom to wash up. Not having had a chance to ‘go’ since the previous night and having almost wet himself from the tickling ordeal earlier, he just wanted to take advantage of the mercy break while he could. After using the can, taking a hotter shower than he might normally have done on such a warm day (he still felt chilled deep inside of him), brushing his teeth, combing his hair, getting a quick drink of water from the sink, and changing into a fresh set of shorts, he felt a lot better.

When he stepped out back out into his room however, he started to get nervous again. Will and Paul were both waiting for him (wearing only Speedos and a pair of Nike sneakers each), and they had brought some stuff into his room while he was inside the bathroom. The first was the makeshift spreader bar they’d put on his feet, and which he was certain was going to go back onto his feet momentarily. But they had also brought in a pair of roller skates and what at first glance looked like an ordinary snowboard – which indeed it once was.

At first John was puzzled why they’d brought in a snowboard (let alone a pair of skates) at the start of summer. But before he could ask, he noticed that the snowboard had been specially modified in a special way that boded no good for John! The snowboard now had two stout sets of buckled leather straps set into it – one at each end – and a third, longer and thinner strap built into the middle. There was also a trio of metal rings (each about an inch in diameter) on the opposite side of the board; near but not exactly at the points where the straps led through it. John had no idea what this contraption was for – but he was sure he was about to find out whether he wanted to or not!

“Okay John, kneel down on your bed and don’t move, and this can be reasonably pleasant for all of us,” Will told him with a casual, friendly grin.

John doubted this considerably, but saw no other options but to comply with Will’s wishes. With the sigh of a martyr, John made no pointless argument but simply did as he was told. Once he was kneeling on his mattress, Paul and Will climbed onto the mattress on either side of him. John’s muzzle gag (not the panel gag but the less stringent one with the smaller ball) was placed back on him. His wrists were freed of the handcuffs and immediately placed adjacent to his head. With a few quick deft movements that, as usual, indicated some practice at this maneuver, the snowboard was placed against the back of John’s neck. He felt his wrists seized and held against the side of the snowboard facing his body. They were quickly secured into place by the buckled straps at either end of the snowboard; leaving his wrists no slack whatsoever.

Then the middle strap was secured around John’s head and under his chin. It was not tight enough to choke him but it was definitely secure enough to keep his head trapped against the snowboard… which, he now realized, was a makeshift yoke of some kind. His arms and wrists were now trapped in an upright position by his head, and he couldn’t move them an inch. He could still turn his head freely though and swivel his body back and forth; but his arms were even more helplessly trapped than when he was handcuffed.

Paul and Will helped Will move to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, where –as he had expected, the spreader bar was locked around his ankles again. Then, somewhat less expectedly, they began to fit and secure the roller skates on his feet as well. John’s eyes began to bulge with concern; what were these two up to now? Of course, his attempts to ask this question came out as mere incoherent grunts. Even so, it must have been obvious to the others what he was asking them, but they simply ignored him until they had finished lacing the skates upon his feet.

“Okay John… on your feet!” Will said to the younger boy as he and Paul grabbed John by the arms on opposite side of him and hauled him erect.

John squealed with alarm. He was somewhat familiar with roller skates, but had never been particularly expert with their use. He most certainly had never had his arms and head trapped inside a yoke and his feet trapped in a spreader bar while wearing roller skates before! As a result, he was unable to find a proper balance, and his feet literally rolled out from under him almost at once. Fortunately, his captors had a good grip on him and were strong enough to keep him from falling. They simply chuckled with quiet amusement while John fought to get his feet back under him and then keep them that way. This took a few moments as the spreader bar made it impossible to adjust his feet separately, but he finally managed to find some sort of semi-steady position – as long as Will and John continued to lend him some support.

“Think you can stand unaided?” Will asked John gently.

John shook his head with vehement negation.

“Let’s try anyway,” Will suggested. “Okay Paul; on the count of three, we’ll let go. Ready? One… two… three!”

The two older boys let go of John’s arms and stepped back; but were obviously ready to catch John again if he had too much difficulty. However, to the surprise of all three, John managed to keep himself balanced – although there was some noticeable trembling and tensing of his slender leg muscles as he did so.

“Pretty good,” Paul said with a grin. “Let’s see if he can still stand up if we tickle him.”

John squealed in sudden panic as Paul approached and began to fall over. Fortunately for him Will and Paul were quicker and caught him as he was falling over backward.

“Okay, take it easy!” Paul said jovially as John continued to squeal and thrash about. “I won’t tickle you. Now calm down!”

“Okay, it looks like we’re ready to go!” Will said enthusiastically once John had settled down a bit. “Let’s go play!”

Gripping John’s left arm while Paul gripped John’s right arm, the two boys began to roll their captive along out of his room and toward the elevator at a brisk walk. John squealed with alarm again, trying to say “Not so fast! Not so fast!” through his gag, but of course his muffled protests were thoroughly ignored. John did not fight, as this would surely have resulted in his falling over one way or another. Instead he did his best to relax his body – though his mind was far from relaxed – and let his captors roll him along wherever they wished.

The three boys reached the elevator and descended to the first floor. From there John was rolled out to the kitchen and then out the back door along the garden path to the pool. At the point the pool came into sight beyond the garden path there was a slight, almost unnoticeable gradient downward all the way to the pool area. The pool was about 200 feet away.

It was at this time that Will and Paul pointed John in a direction that would lead him straight toward the pool, held him steady as they removed his gag, and then let go of him.

“You’re in luck, John. We’re giving you another challenge today… and an easy one too,” Will suddenly announced. “If you can roll down to that red lawn chair over there in ten minutes without once falling down or rolling into the pool, we’ll let you go free. You’ve got ten minutes, so that should be easy. Have fun.”

With that, Will and Paul gave him a friendly clap on the shoulders and hurried on toward the pool; leaving John to his own devices. They didn’t look backward even once as they gleefully ran to the nearest edge of the pool and nosily cannonballed into the water.

John squealed frantically; the clap of the shoulders had been enough to start him forward, and the slight incline was causing him to slowly accelerate! “Hey! Wait!” he wanted to shout now that his gag had been removed, but all that came out of his mouth instead was “Haaarrgggghhh! Waaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” as the shock collar interfered with his attempts to clearly communicate his disapproval of the proceedings

John’s eyes bulged with alarm as he felt gravity begun to tug him slowly forward. He tried to dig in his heels to slow down and angled his slender body in an attempt to trim his course so that he could slowly angle around the pool rather than roll right into it. John was not very skilled in roller skating however, and was having relatively little success. He was slowly but inexorably rolling right toward the pool! He considered deliberately falling over to prevent that, but there nothing softer than concrete on all sides on him to cushion his fall, and he could not use his arms to catch himself. Besides, this was another chance to get free of his servitude to the others – if only he had the skill in roller skating to take advantage of it!

But alas; he didn’t. John rolled slowly but steadily toward the pool at a slight but steady acceleration. He was unable to slow himself down at all since the spreader bars prevented him from turning his feet, and his ability to shift directions was insufficient for him to clear the pool. In resignation, John watched Paul and will laugh at his plight as they swam near (but not too near) his apparent entry point. John sighed and began to take deep breaths as he slowly rolled down to the edge of the pool and then, still moving at less than a mile per hour, fell headfirst into it.

There was nothing slow moving about Will and Paul however. The moment John was plunging into the water, they submerged and swam strongly underwater straight toward him – reaching him less than three seconds after he had submerged. However, although John initially sank like a stone while weighed down by the roller skates and the spreader bar (which also prevented him from pushing himself back upward with his legs), the snowboard was lightweight and buoyant and was already helping him to rise back up to the surface. Will and Paul merely hastened this process by a few seconds as they grasped John by his arms and the snowboard) and swam upward as hard as they could.

John’s head broke water as he gasped for breath. Fortunately he’d had the presence of mind to hold his breath before he’d fallen into the water, and without the gag on it was easy to suck in all the oxygen he needed to recover from his short immersion.

“Too bad John, you lost again,” Will said to him cheerfully as they swam with him to the shallow end of the pool and literally hauled him over the pool steps onto dry ground.

John wanted to curse Will out, but the other boy gagged him again with a cheese-eating grin before John could get the first word out.

“Okay, Paul, let’s hang him out to dry while we go back to swimming,” Will told his companion.

“Huuuhhhhh?” John asked brightly through his gag as the two boys rolled him over toward a straight row of three metal poles – each about a foot from the next and about eight feet high - near the pool. On each pole were a number of large, blunt-tipped hooks on which towels or clothing could be hung up to dry. There was also a laundry line complete with some attached clothespins running between the center pole and a fourth pole thirty feet away at a right angle to the row formed by the first three. John moaned; what were they doing to him *now*?

The two boys rolled him over the post and then turned him around facing away from it. Then they rolled him backwards until his back was against the center pole. Suddenly both boys heaved up on his arms and legs and hoisted him about a foot in the air, pushed him firmly against the pole, and then slowly lowered him again.

John suddenly remembered those rings he had seen set into the other side of the board just as the back of the board snagged on three separate hooks on three separate poles and prevented him from completely setting his feet flat on the ground again. He could reach the ground with the tips of his toes – but the wheels of the roller skates merely caused his feet to roll right out from under him whenever John tried to support himself on his toes. As a result, the entire weight of his body was being supported by his trapped arms and his shoulders. As his arms were bent at right angles rather than straight, this caused more than a bit of strain upon his entire upper body. A larger, more heavily built boy might have cried under the strain; but fortunately it was more uncomfortable than outright painful for the wiry and lightweight John.

As if this were not bad enough, Paul took some of the clothespins and began attaching them to various fleshy portions of John’s body, starting with his nipples, earlobes, and underarms and continuing with various portions of John’s spindly arms and legs as well. By the end of it, John once again felt he was being chewed alive by piranha fish. They definitely added to the discomfort of being hung up by his yoke as he was.

“You just stay here and drip dry for a while, John,” Will said to the younger boy as he playfully ruffled his wet (and by now no longer neatly combed) hair. “Paul and I are going to go swimming for a while. Just hang around for a while okay?”

“So long, String-bean,” Paul said to John cheerfully as he gave the clothespins attached to his nipples a few hard flicks with his fingers and then ran on after Will.

Still trying futilely to support his entire weight on his feet, John tried to scream lurid cures at them, but the gag and the shock collar rendered these feeble attempts at resistance almost inaudible and totally incomprehensible.

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[mention]Jason Toddman[/mention]
I'm gonna read this newest chapter a bit later.

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I'm gonna read this newest chapter a bit later.

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Very annoying device then, since it kept deleting part of my text. Who came up with that idea? I hate it.


Part 23

“G*d damn you!” John tried to shout as loud as he could. “Don’t leave me like this!!! My arms and shoulders are KILLING me!!! Come back! COME BACK! Goddammit, come back here, or I’ll f***ing KILL you bastards! LEMME DOWN, DAMMIT!!”

But John’s muffled cries and threats might as well have been the twittering of little birds up in the treetops for all the attention they got him. Unfazed, Will and Paul ran over to the pool without a backward glance at him, climbed up to the diving board, and leaped off to splash noisily into the pool.

John’s rage knew no bounds, and he began to writhe and thrash about like a madman as he half-hung, half rolled on his skated feet as he fought to free himself or at least find a less uncomfortable position.

Completely by accident, John managed to twist both his ankles in the same direction at the same time just as his feet were once again seeking purchase on the concrete beneath him. Instead of sliding right out from under him as they had before, the wheels of his skates caught on small imperfections in the hard surface and – as long as John remained reasonably still – ceased to move. For the first time since he’d been hung up on the laundry posts, John was able to support some of his weight onto his feet and legs instead of taking it all upon his aching arms and shoulders.

John sighed quietly with relief and – finally realizing his anger and panic had been working against him - sought to calm down. He looked down at his feet, and realized that he could have seen the solution to his support problem immediately if he’d been calmer to begin with. Maybe, with some more calm thought and planning, he could eventually find a way out of this predicament.

However, calm and rational thought proved elusive as – with simmering resentment - he watched Will and Paul splashing around the cool water of the pool and ignoring him while he hung out in the open sun to slowly bake. John continued to watch the other two boys as they played in the water and then, after a while, emerge from the pool, settle down into a couple of lawn chairs facing him, and sunbathe.

John tried to wriggle his way loose from his bonds, but could scarcely budge.

With a noisy “Caw! Caw!” a rather large raven suddenly fluttered out of nowhere and landed on a part of the snowboard between his left hand and his head.

“Get off me!” John yelled (or tried to yell) in outrage; twisting and turning his head in order to scare the obnoxious bird away.

“Caw! Caw!” squawked the bird as it took fright and flew off.

Will and Paul laughed as they looked at John; evidently finding the scene funny.

“You bastards!” John raged at them in muffled gag talk that was perfectly inaudible from a quarter of the distance between them and was indecipherable even to himself. “You think that’s funny? How’d you like it if I propped *you* up here like a couple of department store dummies and left you to… NOW WHAT THE HELL?!”

John’s final outburst was so loud it was almost audible even from where Paul and Will sat watching him as another raven landed on his snowboard; tis time on the opposite end of it and facing away from his head rather than toward it.

“Shoo! Scat! Beat it!!!” John groused in gag-speak as he sought to scare away this new intruder. But the crow was not only unimpressed with his attempt to frighten it, but a second raven joined it – squatting where the original one had sat.

“Get out of here!” John yelled angrily as he sought to writhe and twist his body enough to frighten the ravens away.

Several more ravens landed on the ground by his feet. Then several more. All of the birds began cawing raucously. The ones beside his head seemed especially loud, making John speculate that they were doing it deliberately just to annoy him.

John was suddenly reminded of the Alfred Hitchcock movie “The Birds” and began to get nervous. Birds didn’t really act like they had in that movie, did they? In a nervous sweat, he looked down at the ravens on the ground. Was it just his imagination, or were some of them eyeing him with sinister intent?

“Look! Even as a scarecrow he’s a dud!” Paul called out to Will in a voice that grated on John’s nerves even more than the cawing of the ravens. Then, with a laugh, he jumped out of his lawn chair, took a few running steps toward the ravens, and yelled “Rarr!” in a mock- threatening manner.

The ravens took wing and flew off with more raucous cries and Paul went back to his lawn chair to laze in the sun; leaving John alone with his thoughts (mostly involving brutal and bloody things happening to Paul and Will) once again. He stood there gazing at the other two in mingled anger and envy, and then once again attempted to attract their attention.

“Come on you guys! This isn’t funny!” he tried to yell. “Come on, I need a drink! I’m drying up!” But the sounds that actually came out would have sounded, even to someone standing right in front of him, more like “Currrmooaannn uuugaahhs! Deeefff fiffin fuuuuooonnne. Cuuurrrmooannn, oooo neee aahhhh drrrreeennn!” From where Paul and Will sat in their lawn-chairs with their eyes closed, it sounded like nothing at all.

Just as John was about to attempt another useless round of pointless thrashing about, a raven landed on the top edge of the snowboard right behind his head facing away from him. A moment later, a feeling of wetness began to creep down John’s neck!

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” he screamed with all his might.

Will suddenly opened his eyes – barely hearing just the ghost of a whisper of sound, and saw the raven perched on the snowboard. Seeing what the bird was apparently doing, he quickly but gently tapped Paul on the shoulder as he stood up and walked toward John. Whether or not he was beginning to doze, Paul quickly opened his eyes, got up, and followed Will a mere step or two behind.

Two more ravens joined the first one on its perch and also began to mistake John for their private latrine. They didn’t see the approaching boys until they were quite close. Then, with more raucous cries, they abruptly flew away.

“Our fine feathered friends left John some presents!” Paul observed with a dry smile.

“Bet you’d like to get that stuff washed off you; huh John?” Will asked kindly.

John nodded his head eagerly.

Instead of immediately letting him down from the posts like he expected, Will and Paul walked over to the nearby hot tub shed and uncoiled a garden hose connected to an outside spigot. Paul immediately dragged the business end over toward a now wide-eyed John while Will turned the water-flow knob.

John started shaking his head as energetically as he had been nodding it before, and went “Nnnnnnnurrrrr! NUUURRR!” This was, however, completely ignored by Paul, who proceeded to wash the back of John’s head and neck – and pretty much the rest of him as well fairly indiscriminately. Within seconds, John was cleaned off and much cooler than he had been. However, Paul didn’t seemed satisfied with this and kept spraying John’s entire body (especially his face) as if his hair were on fire. John’s cries of “NUUURRRRR!” were quite unmistakable from this short distance, but made no impression on him at all.

After a couple of minutes of feeling like a drowned kitten, the relentless spray of water suddenly ceased as Will shut the water flow off. Then he walked up to John and removed his gag. “Wasn’t that refreshing?” he asked with a puckish smile.

“(*Splutter!*) You son of a… aaahhhhggghhh!” John yelped as he raised his voice, forgot about the shock collar he wore, and paid the logical consequences once again.

“He doesn’t sound very grateful,” Paul observed with a grin. “I guess being sprayed off didn’t tickle his fancy.”

“So let’s tickle some other parts of him instead!” Will replied with a grin; responding to Paul’s obvious hint as he closed in on John with hands held forward and fingers flexing rapidly in a tickling pantomime.

John’s eyes bulged wider than ever as he shook his head frantically back and forth. “No! NO! Please don’t! Please! Please!” he pleaded with the best pitiful voice he could manage. It got him nowhere however as Will began ticking his ribs and underarm on one side while Paul did the same on his other side. “Noo hohohooo! Plea-he-hee-eeasse! Noo! Oowww! Ahh… ahh… ahahahahaOOWWWhahahaha! Mercy!! Oowww! Haha Ooww! HahahaOWWWhahahaha! MERCY! Bwaaa-hahahahahaOOWWWhahahahaaaaaa!” John squealed as he writhed and thrashed as if in the middle of a major epileptic seizure. The combined torment of being relentlessly tickled and shocked by the collar for making too much noise was overwhelming.

John’s tickle/shock torture lasted for over three minutes, and there is no way of knowing how much longer it might have continued when Will’s cell phone – sitting on a small table beside the lawn chair where he’d left it – began ringing loudly enough to be heard clearly at several times that distance. “Keep him quiet while I see who’s calling,” Will told Paul as he immediately broke of his tickle assault and hurried over to his phone.

Paul walked in front of John and held his hand out mere inches in front of John’s shorts; making a pretend claw-and–grab motion. The implied threat of what he’d do to John if he attempted to make enough noise to attract the attention of whoever was on the phone was obvious. The threat was daunting enough that John decided that discretion was most definitely the better part of valor. He remained as quiet as of he’d been gagged again.

Will was concerned. No one knew his private cell phone number except his parents, sister, Tasha, and a few maintenance workers. A call from any of them likely meant a sudden and unexpected change in his plans for John for the day. Will hastily looked at the number on his phone. It was his father. Not good! His dad never called unless it was something serious.

Will hit the talk button and put the phone to his ear. “Hello?” he spoke tentatively.

“Hello, son,” the familiar voice of Will’s father replied on the phone. “I just wanted to let you know that your mother and I have had a change of plans. Rather than spend the weekend at your Aunt Nancy’s house, she’ll be spending the weekend at home with us.”

“Uhhh… not Andy too!” Will moaned in minor annoyance.

“Yes, Andy too,” Will’s father’s voice replied in a toe that implied he’d fully expected this reaction. “So while they’re here, I expect you to be on your best behavior and keep Andy company while he’s here.”

“But dad, Andy’s only nine years old!” Will complained. “And I’ve got company over!”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you plans,” Will’s father replied with obvious insincerity, “but you’ll have to make the best of it and include him in all your activities while he’s here.”

“Oh, yeah! Right!” Will said to himself sarcastically but kept his mouth shut. It had been hard enough to get his parents to let him stay at home by himself for most of the summer rather than drag him along on their numerous dull summer excursions. One more word of complaint could cost him the parents-free liberty he’d hoped to enjoy all summer as he had the previous one. At least it’d be only for one weekend… hopefully.

“Meanwhile I can’t get the grounds crew to mow the lawn again on such short notice, so I’ll need you to do it!” his father continued.

Will just barely managed to choke back a shout of outrage much like those John had been uttering these last few days. “Mow the whole lawn? But … but that’ll take all day doing it all by myself!!”

“You have anything better to do?” his father asked warningly. “Anyway, we won’t be there until about three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, so you’ll have plenty of time. I want that lawn looking spotless rather than the jungle you let it turn into last summer. You said you have company, right? Well, I’m sure your company will be only too happy to lend you a hand. Oh, but the Pool Maintenance place had a spot open, so the pool boy will be there sometime today.”

“The pool boy? But he cleaned the pool just before you left!” Will replied with a whine he hated to hear in his voice. All of a sudden the whole day was going badly wrong! “That was scarcely six days ago!”

“That boy didn’t do as good a job as I’d have liked,” replied Will’s dad. “So the pool company agreed to send another boy for free to do it again. Anyway, I have no doubt you and probably an entire horde of your friends have made it a mess again by now!”

“I’ve only had a couple of friends over!” Will insisted. “And we did *not* make a mess of the pool!” he continued, though with a little less conviction.

“In any case, he’ll be there shortly. So be sure to let him in when he arrives,” replied Will’s dad. “I have to go now son. Take care, do the lawn, and I’ll see you when I get home tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, dad.” Will replied with a voice of sheer resignation. “So long.” He clicked off the phone without waiting for a reply; something he knew from experience that his dad was undoubtedly doing himself. In the meantime Will walked over to where Paul and John waited for him and then he briefly explained the situation.

“Should we let John down from there now?” Paul asked.

Before Will could answer, the outdoor buzzer at the house rang. A bit alarmed, Will hastily looked at his watch. “Shoot! It’s *that* late? Tasha’s here to make lunch! I’d better go let her in.” Will began to hurry toward the kitchen door.

“Hey! What about John?” asked Paul. “I can’t get him down from there all by myself!”

“Gag him and leave him there!” Will called back without pausing in his brisk jog back toward the house. “We’ll come back for him once Tasha’s made lunch and she’s gone away again. There’s no time to tuck him away now, and he’s already well out of sight from the house right where he is now anyway.”

Paul shrugged his shoulders and began to lock the gag back onto a feebly resisting and protesting John’s face. “Sorry, John,” Paul told him with some sincere sympathy. As he locked the gag straps in place and gave John’s face a gentle pat. “You’re just going to have to hang tight there a while longer!”

Paul hastily ran off after Will; smiling as he heard John begin angrily cursing him through his gag.

Paul and Will waited for Tasha and helped her to fix lunch; forgetting all about John as they leisurely chatted with her and idly helped her prepare a meal of veal parmesan. This took nearly an hour before the meal was in its last stages.

“Okay,” Tasha told Will and Paul as he took out the veal parmesan, placed more cheese on it, and slid the pan back into the oven. “I’ve added the remainder of the Parmesan cheese. Let it bake for about 15 more minutes or until the cheese melts. Then let it cool a bit, and that’s all.”

“Great, Tasha, thanks,” said Will. “I guess we’re set. You ready to go?”

“Yes. Just go out back and call to the pool boy, would you please?” she asked him. “He should be done cleaning the pool by this time.”

Will and Paul looked as if they were ready to keel over.

“The… the pool boy?” asked Paul numbly.

“He... he came here with you?” asked Will with a quivering tremor in his lower lip.’

“Yes. Didn’t your father tell you?” replied Tasha easily as she checked the veal one last time and prepared to leave; apparently oblivious to the boys’ reactions. “I brought him here. He left the car and headed right to the pool to clean it while I went in. I don’t know what’s keeping him though. He should be done now. You want me to go get him?”

“No, we’ll get him! You wait right here!” Will replied hastily as he and Paul hurried out the kitchen door as if their britches were on fire.

[Jason Toddman]

Part 24.

Corey had just resumed working for his parents’ Pool Cleaning Company last week at the end of the school year. He was replacing another, older boy (named Norton) who had been fired for numerous complaints about his sloppy work. Corey’s parents owned the company, and he’d had experience in helping them clean out swimming pools of all sizes and types since he was ten years old. Having now just turned fifteen, he was old enough to work on pool cleaning assignments on his own full time during the summer – provided he had transportation to get to a job. With luck, he’d have enough money saved up to buy a decent car by the time he was old enough to drive himself around.

Corey had especially looked forward to this particular assignment. The task itself was nothing special; just a touch up job that could be accomplished with some basic equipment he was easily able to load in Tasha’s car. And certainly the trip over here had been pleasant enough with Tasha for company. Also, he’d been here many times before – helping his parents to clean the swimming pool – and had admired the magnificent estate. But most of all – he missed Will.

Corey met Will last summer when he’d been asked to keep the slightly younger boy company – and out of Corey’s parents’ hair – while they cleaned the pool, which had some serious problems with it on that particular occasion. For three hours the parents dealt with an inexplicably clogged drain – caused by a rubber ball that had somehow become wedged deep down inside. Corey however had to deal with a worse problem; Will had convinced Corey to let himself be tied up. Corey had thought it was just a simple game at first. But once Will had him tied up, he wouldn’t let Corey go free again. Until Corey’s parents loudly called for Corey, the poor lad found himself helplessly hog-tied, efficiently gagged, and tickle-tortured until he’d almost wet himself. Had his parents been much longer fixing the pool… he’d once shuddered to think of the embarrassing situation he’d have found himself in then!

But that had been only the start of it. The next time Corey’s parents had gone to this particular mansion to clean the pool, he’d had forced to come along with them. And once there, Will made such a pest of himself that Corey was made to keep him company somewhere else far away. Corey’s protests proved futile, and he felt like a bone that had been tossed to a ravenous dog. The second time Will was unable to talk Corey into letting himself be tied up. So instead Will (being younger but bigger than Corey) managed to wrestle him down and tie him up anyway. Then Will gleefully tormented a mortified Corey all over again. Corey dared say nothing after either time because of the sheer embarrassment of the situation – and because Will’s parents were steady, well-paying customers. Also, being the older boy and having self-reliant parents, he’d have been expected to be able to take care of himself in such situations.

The third time, Corey would have sooner walked naked down the main street of his town than come back here again, if he’d had any choice in the matter. However, he didn’t… but he *was* able to make some preparations. So when Will made a pest of himself again and Corey was asked to go keep him occupied somewhere out of earshot, the exasperated pool boy was ready. Before Will could lay hands on the rope he’d brought with him for reasons perfectly obvious to the pool boy, Corey tackled him from behind, wrestled him down to the ground, and clapped handcuffs on his wrists behind his back.

Caught by surprise for once, Will was unable to put up effective resistance and Corey took the rope meant to tie him up and tied Will’s feet with it instead. Will endured this without loud protest, but Corey didn’t trust this and gagged Will anyway with a bandanna Will carried (and which was undoubtedly to be used as a gag for Corey in any case). And then, just to show Will who was boss this time, he tormented Will in the same way Will had tormented him on his previous two visits. He’d had a lot of emotion pent up inside of him and he released it all upon the source of his anger and outrage.

In short, Corey tickled Will until the frantic, squealing pest *did* wet himself!!!

Corey fully expected to get into trouble for this, for he was certain Will would claim that Corey had attacked him just as soon as he could. But Will surprised him. When it came time for Corey to leave and he had to let Will go free, Will acted very friendly to him rather than hostile. “That was fun,” Will told him. “You got back at me, so we’re even. Next time, let’s make a fair wager on who gets to tie up and torture who, okay? I promise it’ll be fair and square… and no more ambushes! Is it a deal?”

A bit nonplussed but relieved that he wouldn’t be getting into any trouble, a bemused Corey agreed.

The next time he won the wager (beating Will in a videogame) and, true to his word, Will let Corey tie him up and torture him any way he liked. Will even invited Corey to come visit any time he wished. After that, Corey became a regular visitor to Will’s house; riding his bike there two or three times a week. Sometimes he got to tie up Will, and sometimes Will tied Corey – but either way it was always the result of a fair game with no cheating or recriminations involved.

Then one day when he came visiting he found that Will had another guest staying over; a boy slightly larger than either Will or Corey named Paul. The first time Corey saw Paul, the other boy was tied to a tree (kneeling upright and facing it, with his arms embracing it while his wrists were securely tied to the far side), gagged, and wearing only his boxer shorts. Paul’s wrists were tied to a branch on the other side of the trunk, forcing him to keep him arms upraised. Will invited Corey to help him tickle-torture Paul, and immediately proceeded to tickle Paul under his arms and rubs. Smiling, Corey steadily tickled the undersides of Paul’s feet despite the gagged squeals of protest coming from the older boy.

After that, Paul became the regular torture toy for both Corey and Will whenever Corey visited them for the rest of that summer.

The end of summer vacation is always a drag to teenaged boys because of the return of school. It’d been a definitely sad experience to Corey when summer ended and Will (along with Paul) was sent off to boarding school while Corey attended the regular public school in his town. A new pool boy (one already graduated from high school) had been hired to take Corey’s place while he also attended school. But now Norton had been fired for sloppy work, and Corey was back on the job. This was just fine with him… especially when it came time to come here!

Tasha drove her car to the end of the driveway, which was not too far from the pool but still completely out of sight of it. She offered to help with lugging the cleaning equipment to the pool but Corey declined; the sooner he got this job over with, the better he would like it so he could talk with Will here at his home. Besides, Will would probably not know Corey was the pool boy today and, especially with Tasha around to talk to, not come out to talk to him at all until he got his job done. Tasha would only be here for an hour or so, and it’d take much of that to do the job he’d come here to do. And Corey wanted to have some time to talk with Will. He’d lost his cell phone with Will’s number on it, and he wanted to know if he’d still be welcome if he came back out here for a visit!

Corey lugged his cleaning equipment down to the pool and looked the pool over. Well, at least it didn’t look like he’d need any of the vacuuming equipment after all; good thing, as he hadn’t brought it. The water certainly looked clean enough to him, and the tiles needed only a little scrubbing in spots here and there. Will’s father must be a very fussy man to have made a complaint about this pool and got the other cleaner fired! Oh well; at least it gave Corey a reason to come out here without his parents objecting; he’d been too busy working since Will came home from boarding school to try to see him up to now.

Corey went about the usual tasks involving pool maintenance that been drilled into him for the past few years. Clean tiles – check. Visually inspect pool for proper operation; check. Check and adjust water level; Corey had turned on the water to add an inch or so to the water level the moment he’d arrived - check. Test water for proper chemical balance levels; check. Adjust pH and alkalinity as needed; check. Add chlorine to pool to maintain proper sanitation level; check. Vacuum pool floor and walls if needed; it wasn’t – check. Make note of any problem or issues found; none found – check.

Corey’s attention was so completely focused on the pool and on thoughts of reuniting with Will (and perhaps Paul) that he took no note of his surroundings otherwise. He completely failed to notice John as the other boy continued to stand against the laundry post – unable to make any noises loud enough or make any movements great enough to attract Corey’s attention. Of course, it didn’t help that John was clearly visible from the pool only if you stood facing him from either the shallow end, the diving board on the far side, or were swimming somewhere in between. From anywhere else, a view of John was completely obscured by a set of fairly tall bushes.

“Over here!!!” John tried to scream through his gag over and over again. “Over here!” But the sounds John made couldn’t be heard from the pool, and his movements went unnoticed because even when in the right spot to see him Corey was usually facing away from him. John’s eyes started to tear up as his frustration grew by the moment! Damn it! Was this kid blind and deaf!? Over here!!! Look at me will you?! God dammit; will you please look this way for one moment?!

John was red in the face from his exertions, but he might as well have been just another inanimate laundry post for all the attention he got!

With a raucous “Caw! Caw! Caw!” a raven landed on the top of John’s head. Swearing luridly at the raven underneath his gag, John shook his head as much as he could to dislodge the darned bird when he suddenly heard an exclamation of surprise from the pool. John suddenly looked up, and saw that Corey was now looking straight at him with very wide eyes.

Holy crow! Maybe ravens weren’t so bad after all! The bird’s obnoxious cawing had attracted the pool boy’s attention immediately where all of John’s efforts had failed. John began to bless the raven for getting the boy’s attention when suddenly an annoying wet and nasty sensation crept down John’s neck. Swearing luridly once again as his gratitude was forgotten, John renewed his efforts to shake the raven off his head. The bird simply fluttered its wings to maintain its grip upon its suddenly lively perch, but made no effort to fly off until Corey suddenly began to approach.

“What… the… f**k?!” Corey muttered under his breath as he dropped his telepole from suddenly nerveless hands and came closer to get a better look. He rubbed his eyes as if he thought they were playing tricks on him; but sure enough – there really was another boy yoked to a snowboard and strapped (or hooked) to the laundry pole through some means he could not clearly see.

“What the Hell happened to you?” Corey asked with more sympathy in his voice than John had heard in anyone’s voice since before he arrived at this mansion. All the same, there was a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye that John didn’t quite like.

“Wrrrlllaannnaaauulllleyeeddeeeeuuuhhhh!” John replied intelligently.

Even so, Corey had a pretty good idea what had happened; Will was undoubtedly up to his old tricks again – only he had found a new victim. He probably had assistance too (Paul probably), as it’d be difficult to get someone snagged up to the pole like this all by himself. The question was: what should Corey do about it?

To John, the answer was obvious: seek a way to free John from his bonds. This would be a daunting task however, as John’s yoke, gag, and spreader bars were all secured by padlocks. The only viable option for this pool boy would be to get John down from the pole, prop him back on his feet and, keeping him steady, wheel him over to the house and get Tasha to help them.

The answer was obvious to Corey as well, but he did not come up with the same answer John had: the pool work was finished, and now it was time to play! Perhaps Will had heard it was Corey who would be cleaning the pool and had deliberately left this new kid here for Corey to play with!

“So, Will’s gotten a new playmate, has he?” Corey smiled impishly as he stepped to within arm’s reach of John – or would have been within arm’s reach if John’s arms weren’t trapped in a home-made yoke. “So, how ticklish are *you*?”

And then, to John’s consternation, the boy he thought would surely rescue him reached out his hands – but rather than attempt to free him began to lightly stroke John’s bare ribs with his fingertips. John reacted as if he’d been electrocuted by his shock collar.

“Eeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehehehe!” he squealed through his gag.

Grinning, Corey raised his hands slightly to tickle John just under his arms. John’s ribs already stood up in bold relief due to this slender build and his erect position; but now they stood out even more as he arched his slender body as far back as he could go in a futile attempt to elude Corey’s tickling fingertips.

“Eeeeehehehehehehehe!” he squealed again as he writhed and thrashed about as much as he could in his bonds. “Waaahhhaaaarrrrroouuuuuooooooooiiiinnnnnooommeeee?!” John then squealed in outrage, trying to ask Corey what he was doing to him.

Again Corey knew from instinct (and perhaps considerable experience with ‘gag-speak’) what John was saying. “Just checking out Will’s new toy,” Corey replied easily as he finally desisted in tickling John. “Say, has he started playing with your belly button yet?”

“Uuuuhhhhhh?” John asked wide-eyed as Corey suddenly held out his forefinger, pointed it straight at John’s navel, and suddenly thrust in with it – turning it back and forth as if he were trying to turn a key inside a stubborn lock. “Eeeeeeeeee! EEEEEEEEE!!” John squealed as Corey dug his finger in harder and deeper; continually using his finger as if it were a drill. He began thrashing around desperately and looked at Corey with mute, pleading eyes. Corey looked back with a merry look in his own eyes and, with an evil grin, drilled even harder with his finger.

It was at this point that a sudden squeal from John and a look of fright in his wide, staring eyes alerted Corey to the fact that someone else had arrived. Corey turned around… just in time to see Will and Paul charge into sight from the garden path and take in the scene.

Will and Paul stopped their headlong approach and looked at Corey blankly.

“What the Hell?” Will murmured to Paul in surprise. “That’s not Norton! That’s Corey!”

“Looks like he wants to play again just like last summer, too,” Paul replied with a grin.

“Hi guys,” Corey called to them cheerfully as he pulled his finger out of John’s navel and turned to face them. “I see you already got a replacement for me. I wanted to call you up but I lost your number. Any chance though that I can still get in on some action?”

Paul and Will turned to look at each other; exchanging first bemused and then sly looks.
“We could use a baby-sitter over the weekend, and that’s a fact,” Will told Corey truthfully. “Shoot, I wish we’d known you were here so we could’ve discussed this. But Tasha’s about ready to leave and…”

“I can stay,” Corey suddenly interrupted hastily. “I have no more jobs for the rest of the day anyway. So let’s tell Tasha that the pool needs more work than we thought, that I have to stay to finish the job, and she can pick me up and take me home when she comes back to make dinner for you guys!”

Paul and Will exchanged definitely happy looks. In the meantime, John – seeing which way the wind was blowing now – began to moan miserably. Now he’d have THREE tormentors instead of just TWO!!!

What had he done to deserve *this*?!!

[Jason Toddman]

Part 25.

“Okay, let’s go tell her right now before Tasha comes out here to look for us.” Will agreed quickly. And with that, all three boys ran quickly back to the garden path and back to the kitchen, leaving a rather frustrated and irate John to his own devices again.

Just as he was settling in for a little peace and quiet before his tormentors returned, several ravens suddenly swooped in with raucous caws. One landed on the top of John’s head and four more landed on the snowboard that kept him yoked to the laundry post. At least a hundred other birds landed on the ground all around him and set up an almost deafening cacophony of cawing.

“#$%&@!!!” John swore luridly, but even a human being who was standing right there in front of him would have been unable to hear him through his gag and over all the cawing – let alone understand him. If the ravens heard him they apparently could not care less. His feeble movements in an attempt to frighten them all failed to impress them either.

John, Will, and Corey met Tasha just as she was coming outside to look for them; heading her off before she could approach the pool area where she might have been able to catch a glimpse of John. “Hey, Tasha… the pool still needs some work,” Will told her cheerfully. “So Corey’s gonna stay with us until dinnertime. Is that okay with you?”

“Fine by me if it’s fine with him,” Tasha replied with a casual shrug of her shoulders and a bright smile that filled each boy’s head with dreamy thoughts about being alone in bed with her. “I’ll tell his parents where he is when I drive back by their place.”

“That’s cool, Tasha. Thanks,” Corey told her. “I’ve got no more jobs today anyway, so they’ll probably be glad to have me out of the way.”

“Okay then… see you boys at five,” Tasha said to them as they escorted her back to her car like an honor guard and even opened the driver’s side door for her. The three boys cheerfully waved to her as she started he ignition and began to drive off.

“You’d better hurry inside the house to open the gate to let her out,” Paul reminded Will. “You don’t want to keep her waiting, now do you?”

Will snapped out of his light happy trance. “Yeah, you’re right,” Will agreed as he walked briskly back to the kitchen entrance. “You two get John down so we can all have lunch together.” He then broke into a quick jog so that he could have the gate opened by the time Tasha’s car reached it.

Paul and Corey walked slowly back to where John awaited them, while Paul briefly told Corey how John happened to be where he was.

“You’ve got him as a slave for the whole summer?” Corey said enviously as they reached John and shooed away all the noisy ravens again. “Wow! What deal! I’d sure like to get in on some of that action.”

“Well, that’d be up to Will,” Paul said a bit doubtfully; uncertain he wanted to have any competition for Will’s time – or John’s. Also, the idea of having Corey around made Paul a bit uncomfortable. After all, last summer *he* was the one who’d spent much of his time being a slave, and he had many memories (not all of them pleasant) of being left by Will to Corey’s tender mercies for extended periods of time.

That bit with the tarantula still filled him with the fantods whenever he thought about it!!!

“So, how do we get him down?” Corey suddenly asked; de-railing Paul’s train of thought.

“He’s hanging up on some cloths-hooks on the pole by some rings set into his yoke,” Paul replied easily as he pointed toward John’s head. “It doesn’t hurt him any.”

“Says you!” John snarled angrily; or rather, tried to – but his gag rendered his muffled words unintelligible. “My arms, legs and shoulders all hurt like a son of a bitch!” But all that came out was “Seezzoouu! Maaahhmmseegggseennsooojerrsawwwhhuurrrlaaaaka-sooonnnaaahhiiiocchhhh!!!”

Looking at John’s back, Corey could soon see the hooks and the rings that kept John trapped against the laundry pole. Being somewhat larger and stronger than John, and having firm footing on the ground, Corey grasped the snowboard yoke and, with Paul working to help on John’s other side, lifted up with all his strength. The two boys only needed to lift two inches to clear the snowboard rings off the laundry posts’ hooks.

Free of the pole, John suddenly began to lose his balance and slip-slide backward. Fortunately, Paul foresaw this and lithely caught John’s light, slender form before he fell too far and, getting down on one knee, eased him to a sitting position on the ground. Corey reacted more slowly but also helped to ease John down toward the last of it.

John’s legs felt immediately better and his arms and shoulders got some relief now that they were not supporting the majority of his weight, but the yoke trapping his arms still made him feel dreadfully uncomfortable. Swallowing his pride, he gave Paul a pleading look and attempted to ask that his arms be freed from the yoke. Even being hog-tied would be a relief after all this!

“Sorry, John,” Paul replied with a grin that wasn’t entirely devoid of sympathy. Though he could understand John’s muffled plea, he guessed what it was that John was asking of him. “I can’t do anything without Will’s say-so. We’re just supposed to bring you back into the house. So come on; let’s get you on your feet and get going.”

Corey and Paul both got solid grips on John’s bound arms and the top of his shorts and hauled him to his feet. It was difficult for John to ready steady after his experiences; especially as his feet were still locked inside roller skates and kept rigidly separated by a spreader bar. However, with the other two boys giving him considerable assistance (while making various ribald comments at his expense), John rolled steadily around the pool and on up the slight slope to the garden path. From there, it was an easy glide right up to the kitchen door.

“Here he is, Will,” Paul called through the kitchen door cheerfully as they approached it.
“Where do you want him?”

“Set him down right on top of the kitchen table,” John replied as he opened the kitchen door to let them in. “I cleared it off so there’d be plenty of room.”

Corey and Paul laughed (while John moaned and began to swear into his gag again) as they wheeled John over to the kitchen table and, with Will’s assistance, hauled him up by his legs and body onto the cleared tabletop. Corey and Paul then held a feebly struggling (and still steadily if incomprehensibly cursing) John down while Will took a length of rope and connected John’s spreader bar and his yoke together underneath the table (and around its central base) until the younger boy was scarcely able to move any part of himself one inch in any direction.

“Okay, guys… help me set the table,” Will asked the other two boys with a grin. And so the boys immediately set four places at the table… three around John and the last on top of him. Lunch this time was made up of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, stove-top stuffing, peas and carrots, and some hot rolls. The three boys eagerly served themselves, placed John’s own portions on the late on his chest, and they eagerly ate… all except John of course, who couldn’t move his hands to feed himself.

Corey, Will, and Paul ate their meals with companionable silence as they watched their lunch-time entertainment: John struggling to get free of his bonds (without spilling his own lunch all over himself) while simultaneously swearing so loudly and vigorously that he was almost comprehensible. Will did nothing to discourage this, except to set the shock collar’s sensitivity down a couple of notches. The three then watched and laughed as John swore about the shocks in addition to all the rest of his woes.

“Gaawwwdaaammmm!” he groused. *Zap!* went the shock collar. “Owww!!!” John then yelled louder than before. “Geeedeeesssteennggoofffmeeee!” *Zap!* “OOWWW!!! GawdammitawwterHELLL!” *Zap!* “OOWWWWWW!!!”

And as all this went on, John would writhe and thrash about as much as he could, which - fortunately for him - was not enough to enable him to make a mess all over himself. Goaded by the laughter from the others, John was too angry to desist and lay still despite the pain and humiliation; and so he continued to wriggle about like a crippled caterpillar and swear like a pirate instead. It was very entertaining to the other three boys that sat all around him as they ate their meatloaf.

Finally though, after they’d had their own dinners, the others had some pity on John. Will ungagged him and then fork-fed him his still reasonably-hot dinner one bite at a time, while Paul gave him his drink (inside a juice box to prevent spilling). Corey, whose help wasn’t needed, simply continued to watch this with great interest while he had seconds.

“Want any more?” Will asked John once his plate was emptied. “There’s plenty left over, and there’s no point in letting it all go to waste.”

“No worries! It won’t!” Corey chimed in with a grin as he helped himself to thirds.

“I’m fine, thanks!” John replied a bit ungraciously; anxious to be let up off the table.

“Cool, because now it’s time for you to earn your keep… slave,” Will told him as he put away the dirty dishes. “The lawn has to be mowed today. And you’re going to help.”

John decided not to protest. He didn’t mind a little work, and had mowed his own family’s yard many times. And after all the enforced inactivity he’d been undergoing, it would feel good to be freed enough so that he’d be able to merely walk about – let alone mow the lawn. Surely they’d have to finally free of him of his yoke so that he could hold onto and guide the mower, wouldn’t they?

John’s surmise was correct. While Will untied the ropes that held John down onto the table, Paul and Corey freed him from the spreader bar, skates and the snowboard. They even gave him a few moments to stand and stretch the kinks and soreness out of his muscles while Paul went upstairs to fetch him a shirt, two pair of socks and a pair of sneakers. They helped him put on one pair of socks and the sneakers, and then locked the normal set of hobbles and handcuffs on him (in front) again. Then it was time to replace his gag. Instead of the panel or muzzle gags he’d been forced to endure the last few days however, Will extended John a sliver of mercy by merely cleave-gagging him with the shirt after stuffing his mouth with the wadded up (and thankfully clean) second pair of socks that Paul had brought.

John made no complaint while he washed the dishes; after all, complaining was worse than useless when it came to Will and Paul! Nor did he try to speak as he was led back outdoors through the kitchen door, walked up the garden path, and taken down to the garage where his bike was parked. There he saw two lawn mowers; a push mower and a riding mower. Naturally John got the push mower; this was obvious when his handcuffs were locked onto the handles in such a way that he could grip them and guide the mower normally but not walk away from the mower itself.

The mower was gassed up for him, and then Will showed him the stretch of lawn he was expected to mow. The task looked daunting, as the area covered at least three acres. However, it was all relatively flat and free of rocks or other obstacles, much of it was reasonably well shaded by the surrounding trees, and Paul would be helping him by using the riding mower. Paul would also be supervising him to make sure he did his work, and Will clearly gave Paul permission (in John’s hearing) to punish John any way he liked if John started shirking.

John decided he didn’t want to shirk. Even hobbled and cuffed, spending the afternoon mowing Will’s lawn beat whatever punishments Paul was likely to come up with!

Paul started the mower up for John as, cuffed the way he way to the handles, he could not do so himself. John then proceeded to mow as if he were using the mower at home to mow his own lawn sans his bonds. Paul then climbed onto the riding mower to begin mowing his own assigned territory.

While they did this, Will accompanied Core back to the pool to help him with what little still needed to be done cleaning up the pool for company. Despite the use it had seen these past few days however, the pool really did need little tending. So Will merely helped Corey gather up his equipment and carry it over to where Tasha would park when she returned to pick him up in the evening.

“Feel like playing a game while you’re here?” Will asked Corey.

“What did you have in mind?” Corey asked with a slightly wary smile.

“One round of Hoops; loser gets tied by the winner and does whatever he says until 4:30,” Will asked with a grin.

“You’re on,” agreed Corey.

A half hour later, Corey found himself thoroughly tied to the basketball pole, while Will gleefully sank basket after basket - allowing the basketball to continually bounce off the top of a gagged and blindfolded Corey’s head.

“Think you can spend an overnight here once in a while?” Will asked Corey as he ran to retrieve the basketball for about the fiftieth time.

“Uh huh,” Corey said through his gag; nodding his head eagerly.

“How about this weekend?” Will asked him as he sank another basket. He ball dropped, and, as it did more often than not, bounced off the top of Corey’s head.

“Uhhhh… aaahhhhdooonnnnnoooo…” Corey replied as he tried shrugging his shoulders.

“We could really use you around this weekend,” Will continued as he retrieved the ball and dribbled it as he slowly walked back up toward the pole Corey was tied to. “My folks are coming back for the weekend and bringing some relatives with them. I need someone to keep an eye on John whenever I can’t get away from any of them.”

“Oohhh? Oohhh hayyy!” Corey replied, nodding his head even more eagerly.

“Cool!” replied Will with a grin as he slam-dunked another basket.

[Carnath]

Can't wait to re-read the next part. I have so good memories of this story

[Jason Toddman]

Can't wait to re-read the next part. I have so good memories of this story

Thanks. Writers like me live to hear praise like that!

Part 26.

John mowed his section of the lawn for roughly an hour when his mower ran out of gas. Paul had instructed him what to do when this happened; he wheeled it over to the garage by the gas canister and waited in the shade for Paul to notice him there. Paul did so fairly quickly, as he’d started looking for such an occurrence in more frequent intervals as time went on. Seeing John standing patiently there (why shouldn’t he be patient? He was resting quite comfortably in the shade) and waiting for him, Paul disengaged the mower blades and drove it back toward the garage.

“Enjoy your rest, John,” Paul said to him with a grin. “It won’t last long. Meanwhile, you must be getting thirsty by now. Want a drink?”

John nodded vigorously; he’d like nothing better right now – except to be freed.

Paul grinned and went to the house to bring back a couple of cans of ice cold soda. He wouldn’t free John’s hands from the mower so that he could serve himself, but he removed John’s gag, held his can for him and allowed him to drink freely from it. Once John had gotten his drink, Paul replaced John’s gag and then refilled John’s mower’s gas-tank for him (as John was unable to do so himself while cuffed to the handles). Once that was done, Paul re-started the mower for him.

“Okay, John; back to work and no dilly-dallying,” Paul told him.

“Go f**k yourself!” John told Paul in return, but as the gag rendered this into something more like “gooaallluuuunnnnuuurrreeelll”, Paul simply ignored him, went back to his own mower, refilled its gas tank, and went back to mowing his own assigned portion.

John was still somewhat annoyed at being forced to perform some of Will’s chores, but it was certainly preferable to some of the other experiences he’d undergone since he’d begun to be kept in a perpetual state of bondage. Even so, if he had a chance to get away from here, he’d be gone like a shot; deal or no deal and to heck with whether Paul and Will would speak civilly to him when they all returned to school in the fall. It was hard to believe that it’d still only been three days since he first got tied up; how was he going to endure *two months* of this sort of thing? And what else were his friends-turned-captors likely to make him do – or do to him – before summer vacation finally came to an end?

John had never looked forward to summer ending before… but he sure did *this* time!

Some flies started buzzing around John’s head. Unable to lift his cuffed hands more than a few inches away from the handle of the lawn mower, John was unable to shoo them off.
The flies became more numerous and persistent, which exasperated John no end as he futilely tried to raise his hands high enough to ward them off. “Gaaaawwwdaaaammmm! Geeeewaaaaaayyyfrroooommmmeeeeeee!” he yelled in exasperation, but - whether they heard him or not – the flies seemed undaunted and came in ever greater numbers to lodge in his hair and start biting him in numerous places.

Even the damned ravens that had flocked around him when he was a makeshift scarecrow earlier in the day had been better than *this*!

Paul began noticing flies buzzing around him as well, but – as he was sweating far less profusely (he was exerting himself much less than John was, after all) and had his hands free – they were much less of a bother for him. He soon noticed that John was having more problems with them, however. Rather than smile at John’s discomfort though, he began feeling a bit sympathetic toward him. After all, they had a job to do and these flies were definitely not helping! Paul soon decided that one of them must have run over a wet spot where they had been breeding and stirred a whole swarm of flies up!

Paul set his mower on idle and ran into the house to get some insect repellent. Applying some liberally onto himself, he then hurried outdoors to find that John was now having an awful time with them. He’d been forced to stop mowing and was now crouching down where he could use his arms and hands to protect his head and body to a limited extent.

Paul hurried over to where John crouched and began applying insect repellent all over him. Once John was well coated, Paul extended an extra sliver of mercy by rearranging John’s cuffs so that only one wrist was locked onto the handle bars; leaving the other to ward off flies and wipe off sweat.

“Thank you,” John tried to say, but as he was still gagged it sounded like “Hanggoouu!”

Paul could not hear his thanks or see his smile, but the younger boy’s gratitude was still evident by the look in his eyes. “You’re welcome, sport. Now let’s get back to work! Do a good job and maybe we won’t play with you too hard tonight!”

John rolled his eyes at this but went back to mowing without a sound of complaint. After all, Paul didn’t *have* to relieve his suffering earlier.

John and Paul spent the afternoon mowing the lawn… taking brief breaks every hour or so to cool off, get a drink of water, and refuel the power mowers. Except for still being gagged, hobbled, and having one wrist handcuffed to the lawn mower, it was almost a normal summer afternoon for John.

At least, it was until Will came into sight around the corner of the house with Corey.

“Hey guys! It’s 4:45! Time to take a break!” Will called out to them while waving to get their attention. Paul shut off his mower while Will walked over to John’s mower and shut it off as well. “Tasha will be along any time now,” Will continued more quietly now that he didn’t have to shout over the sound of two lawn mowers. “So you two take John here upstairs, put your feet up for a while, and relax.”

Paul unlocked the handcuff holding John’s remaining wrist to the mower, forced John’s wrists behind his back, placed his remaining hand in the other cuff, and clicked it shut. Paul and Corey then led an unresisting John off into the house as quickly as they could make him go with his hobbles on. They reached the elevator, got upstairs, and led John into his room.

John expected to be tied back into his bed. Instead, he was made to kneel on the floor at one side of it, between the bed and where the large (and hitherto unused) plasma TV faced it. “Bend forward as far as you can, if you know what’s good for you,” Paul bid John as he grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. Paul and Corey immediately sat on the bed beside him, kicked of their shoes, lifted their legs up, and placed their feet on top of John’s shoulders and back – forcing him to bend down low until his forehead was touching the floor.

Corey and Paul watched an episode of Naruto Shippuden for a while, but each boy was concentrating more on rubbing his socked feet all over John’s head and body than they were on watching the TV show. After a few minutes, they flipped John over so that they could rub their feet on his upturned face and body instead. Oh, yes – that was much better! Watching him try to avert his face, glare at them, and swear at hem through his gag was *so* much more fun than making him kneel when they could neither reach his face with their feet nor see his angry expressions.

It was even better when they removed their socks!!!

“Maybe we should remove his gag so he can lick our feet!” Corey suggested as he held John’s face between his two feet so that John could no longer turn his away.

“Ooooonnnnnuuuuaaarrreemaaaeeemmeeeiiccchhhuuurrrrfeeee!” John snarled into his gag in sheer outrage, while glaring in angry defiance at one of Paul’s feet as it descended down toward him.

“I get the feeling he doesn’t like that idea,” Paul said with a grin as he gleefully ran the sole of his foot over John’s face for a few moments before trapping John’s nose between his big toe and the next toe over and pinching John’s nose shut. “Anyway, even though I like that idea a lot, we’d better not. At least, not right now. Even with his shock collar on, he could raise holy hell for us if he could shout out even for a second loudly enough for Tasha to hear downstairs. So, at least when she’s in the house, that gag had better stay on. But let’s do that some other time when no one else is in the house.”

“Okay,” Corey replied agreeably as Paul took a turn bracing John’s head while Corey leisurely rubbed his foot all over John’s face.

“Quiiruuuinnuurrrfeeeonnnniiiifaaaeeee!” John snarled into his gag, but this only caused his tormentors to rub their feet even more vigorously all over him.

“I’ve got an idea,” Paul told Corey. “We’ve put our feet up. Now let’s let John do so!”

Corey looked at Paul blankly at this… until Paul walked over to John’s closet and opened the door. Corey looked at Paul with only slightly greater comprehension until Paul took a set of handcuffs and locked one end onto the hanging bar – leaving the other end free. He then watched with a blank stare as Paul pulled the mattress off of John’s bed and dragged it inside the closet. But when Paul asked his help in carrying John over and then tilting him upside down, his face lit up with a smile of comprehension.

John’s eyes widened in comprehension at the same time, but he wasn’t smiling. Instead, he was writhing and thrashing like a fly caught in a web and seeing the spider coming. “Nooo! NOOOOO!” he screeched loudly enough that his shock collar started buzzing. “Noo!” *Zap!* “Oww! Doonnn…” *Zap!* “OWW! Dooohooohooonn!” *Zap!* “Ow!”

However, all this was to no avail as he was carried into the closet and the handcuffs dangling from the bar was locked onto the central link of his hobbles. The two boys then set him gently down on the floor – or, at least, the parts of him that could still reach it. Only his head and shoulders were in solid contact with the mattress Paul had just laid on the closet floor; the rest of him from the waist up was up in the air. Were it not for the mattress Paul had thoughtfully provided, only his head and neck would have contact with the floor – and he would probably have been in considerably more pain as a result.

“Man, I’d almost forgotten about this rig!” Corey said gleefully as they watched an upside-down John struggle uselessly and alternately (as far as they could tell) swear at them and plead for mercy – none of which got him anywhere. “Remember the first time Will and I hung *you* by your wrists up here and tickled you until you wet yourself?”

“Ummm… yeah,” Paul replied with a momentarily sour look replacing the happy one that had lit up his face up to then. “Maybe we can treat John to that too someday,” he then said with his smile quickly returning. “Anyway, let’s get the show on the road.”

Paul stepped out, but rather than follow and close the door Corey stayed inside the closet to watch. Paul was out of John’s sight for a moment, and the upside-down boy was unable to tell just where Paul went. But by the time Paul came back into sight, John felt the bar over him slowly but inexorably rising – and picking him up along with it.

Rather than simply stand up and watch him rise however, a grinning Corey stood behind John and began to tickle the soles of his unprotected feet. John squealed and writhed most satisfactorily, encouraging Paul to join in by squatting down beside John and tickling the inverted boy’s waist and rib cage.

“Eeeeeee! Heheheheheeeeeee! EEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” John squealed into his gag as he writhed and twisted his lithe and slowly rising body frantically in futile attempts to evade those tickling, tormenting fingertips. “EEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEEE!”

John got some relief for his feet at least when they rose up out of Corey’s reach, but – undaunted – Corey simply shifted his tickle attack to John’s thighs instead… leaving him writhing and laughing and squealing as energetically as ever. In fact, he got loud enough for the shock collar to once again add to his troubles.

“EEEEEE!” *Zap!* “AAIIEEEHEHEHEHEE!” *Zap!* “OOWWWEEHEEE!” *Zap!*

It was all very entertaining for Corey and Paul. John was not amused despite his frantic and almost non-stop laughter, however.

“Hi, guys!” Will’s voice called from the room outside. “Tasha’s done cooking dinner. She’s ready to go and take you home, Corey!”

“Wish I could stay for dinner!” Corey said sincerely. “This is the most fun I’ve had in months!”

“How about it if you take *my* place?” John tried to offer, but of course his gag rendered this into a muffled and incomprehensible mess which everyone ignored anyway. It sounded more like “Hooobooiiieeeffeewwhaymaaaayyy?”

“But with luck my folks will let me come over and stay the weekend once I’ve finished doing my pool cleaning assignments tomorrow,” Corey continued even before John had finished his attempted offer. “If it weren’t for those, I’d stay for dinner. But my folks wouldn’t like it if I don’t go home now.”

“That’s okay,” said Will as the three of them began to walk out of the closet. “There will be plenty of other times. After all, we’ll all be here *ALL* summer! Right, John?” he asked cheekily as he glanced back at the helpless boy behind him.

“You damned son of a bitch! I’ll get you all for this!” John tried to shout angrily. Then, seeing that he was going to let to hang upside down for an unknown period of time, his angry threats immediately turned to pleading. “Wait! No! Don’t leave me hanging up here like this! Please! NOOOO!”

But of course it sounded so jumbled that no one could understand one word of it… though they probably got the gist of it. In any case, the closet door was closed on him while he was still pleading, and any further outcries went unheard and unheeded while his upside-down head continued to dangle three feet off the floor.

[Jason Toddman]

Part 27.

Will and Paul walked with Corey downstairs rather than take the elevator, since they did not want to keep Tasha waiting so long that she came upstairs to look for them. The three boys met her in the kitchen just as she was finished packing up and was ready to go. The savory scent of an excellent chicken tetrazzini filled the air; making Corey even more sorry than ever than he couldn’t stay for dinner. His mother was making liver and onions – this after a lunch of macaroni and cheese! *BLEAH!* Corey loved his mother but he also loathed his mother’s cooking!

“The casserole will be ready in about twenty minutes,” Tasha told Will. “There’s more than enough there to last you for tonight and for lunch tomorrow. I’ll be here tomorrow evening to fix the dinner your father phoned to me rather than what was originally on the menu. Everything all set?”

“You bet, Tasha, thanks,” Will replied happily.

“Say, whatever happened to that other boy that was here Monday evening?” Tasha asked him unexpectedly. “I’d thought he was staying over with you for a while, but I haven’t seen him even once ever since.”

“Oh, he’s just hanging around upstairs,” Corey replied with a silly grin on his face, which caused Will and Paul to give him subtle dirty looks.

“John’s kind of shy,” Will chimed in before Corey could say anything more. “He likes you of course, but he thinks he embarrassed himself the way he mooned over you that first time, and now he’s reluctant to come down and see you.”

“Needs to come out of his shell, does he?” Tasha asked with a grin.

“More like out of the closet,” Corey replied quietly; but not quietly enough to keep from getting an elbow in the ribs by an annoyed Paul.

Tasha just looked at Corey with a quirked-up eyebrow.

“Ummm… we didn’t want to mention this, but we just found out John is gay,” Will told her hastily. “He came onto Corey a little while ago. I think Corey was a little too hard on him, so now John’s keeping to himself for the time being.”

“Poor kid! It’s not easy growing up these days, is it?” Tasha asked sympathetically. “Well, I hope you two aren’t going to make his life miserable because of it. After all, he’s your guest. You should treat him with kindness and respect.”

“No worries, Tasha! We give him our full attention practically the whole day,” Paul told her with a poker-faced grin.

“Would you like me to go upstairs and talk with him about…?”

“NO!!!” the three boys replied with loud unison.

“Uhhh… I mean, it’d really embarrass him if you saw him now,” Will replied somewhat but not entirely truthfully. “Don’t worry, he’ll feel lots better once we talk over this swell dinner you fixed.”

“Wow, look at the time,” Corey added hastily after fumbling around for his cell phone and pretending to check the time on it. “We’d better get a move on, Tasha. My folks will be concerned, and you still have dinner to fix at the Peterson’s house, don’t you?”

“Okay, I won’t pry,” Tasha relied with an easy smile that showed she wasn’t (totally) fooled. “But tell your friend that there’s no need to be shy around me, all right?” she added seriously to Will.

“I’ll be sure to tell him as soon as he comes downstairs for dinner, Tasha,” Will replied with undeniable sincerity.

“All right, then… see you tomorrow evening,” she said to Will and Paul as she waved and escorted Corey out the kitchen door. The two boys waved back to her as she and Corey walked to her car, closed the kitchen door, and then walked to the rec room to open the gate for her with the computer controls. They watched the computer screen until Tasha’s car had driven through the open gate, and then Will clicked the key that sent the gate closing shut and locking itself again.

“Okay, I reckon John will be pretty happy to see us again by now,” Will told Paul as he shut off the computer monitor and stood up. “Let’s go upstairs and get him while dinner is still cooking. Maybe we’ll have time for a little pre-dinner entertainment beforehand.”

“Yeah, because afterward we’ll be mowing the lawn some more,” Paul replied somewhat regretfully. “Though he might mind that less than what we originally intended to do with him this evening.”

“We’ve got all summer to do everything we’ve thought of doing with him… several times over,” Will told him. “And who knows… maybe blabber-mouthed Corey will be keeping him company some nights. That idiot almost gave away the whole thing with his dumb-ass wisecracks. It sounds like he needs some refresher courses in discipline.”

“Now that sounds like a *great* idea,” Paul replied with considerable enthusiasm.

*****

John didn’t know how long he hung upside down inside that dark closet, but it seemed like he’d been there all night long when he suddenly heard voices outside. A moment later he heard the closet door being unlocked.

“Thank God! Am I ever glad to see you guys!” John tried to say through his gag as the door opened and his two smiling captors walked in. What came out was, of course, the usual jumbled incomprehensible mish-mash as usual.

Will and Paul stood in front of John, who was just about eye-level with their knees, and smiled down at him as he tried talking to them in gag talk. It took a few seconds for John to realize that they were making no move whatsoever to let him down, and he suddenly shut up while a worried look entered into his eyes.

“Don’t worry, John, we’ll let you down in just a few minutes,” Will assured his captive as he bent down as removed his gag with a few deft motions. “Just as soon as you kiss our knees.”

John stared at his (to his perspective) upside-down captors in silent horror for a moment, and then let loose with a stream of profanity that might have curled their hair if his shock collar hadn’t cut it short. “What? Why you dirty God *ZAP!* DAHHhhhhmmm!!!”

“Now, now! That’s no way for a guest to talk!” Will chided John gently. “Now you’ll have to kiss our feet too before you come down from there!”

“You rotten son of a *ZAP!* AAAAAAaahhhhhhhhhh!” John screamed; his relief at seeing his captors arrive having been completely forgotten by this time.

“Now, John, if you keep this up we’ll have to leave you here while we eat dinner so it won’t get burnt or go cold,” Will chided John again. “Now you’ll have to *lick* our feet too before you can come down from there… and one more word of complaint and not only will you stay there until after Paul and I eat supper but you won’t get any yourself! And there’s hours more mowing to do, which would really be unpleasant to have to do on an empty stomach. So you’d better quit griping and start kissing!”

John swallowed his intended retort like it was poison as Will moved one knee right in front of John’s face. John was still hesitant in kissing Will there, until Will gently flexed his knee and nudged the side of John’s face with it. “I can easily start treating your head like it was a soccer ball if you keep me waiting any longer,” Will told him with a slight edge to his voice.

John’s hesitation continued, but when Will stated to move his knee backward to give John’s head a much less gentle nudge, the younger boy gave in. He puckered up and kissed Will’s knee like it was his best girl’s face… barely resisting an urge to gag and finding it impossible to resist screwing up his face somewhat. He then had to kiss Will’s other knee just as passionately, and then do the same for both of Paul’s knees.

“Okay, Paul… let’s lower him until his head is just clearing the floor,” Will told his companion as he began to pull off his socks and shoes.

John moaned quietly; obviously there was no way out of this nasty situation other than complying with Will’s demands. He felt himself slowly lowered, until his head was dangling mere inches above the mattress underneath him. Paul then stopped his descent at a word from Will, and re-entered the closet to pull off his own socks and sneakers.

“Okay John, do a good job and let’s get this over with,” Will told him. “Lucky for you dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so rather than let it burn let’s get it done.”

Seeing that there was no alternative except being punished even further, John reluctantly complied and tongue-bathed Will’s feet as if he were a puppy. Fortunately Will’s feet were still reasonably clean (if somewhat sweaty), so the task – while not pleasant – did not gross him out too badly. Paul’s feet were not quite as clean, but at least he’d not been walking all afternoon like John had been. Had his feet been as dirty as John’s own feet must have been by this time, it might have been too much for him. As it was, the command to desist didn’t come any too soon for him.

“Okay Paul, you watch him while I let him down,” Will told his companion as Paul finished putting his own socks and sneakers back on. Will then stepped out to walk to whatever hidden control operated the movable hanging bar.

John suddenly felt himself being lowered toward the floor again. Although he was glad he was finally coming down, John immediately foresaw a new problem. Once the top of head reached the floor, he was going to have a horrible problem with head and neck support (even with a mattress underneath him) once the rest of him continued to be lowered while his head had nowhere to go!

Paul and Will apparently had already foreseen this problem however. Before John’s head quite touched the mattress, Paul knelt down beside him and eased his neck and shoulders backward while giving them the support they needed. By the time John’s descent had finished, his shoulders and upper back were lying flat on the mattress again, while only his legs, buttocks, and lower back still dangling in the air over him. Even this position lasted only a few seconds as Paul released the handcuffs that held John’s legs up; allowing them to flop limply down along with the rest of him.

With a mischievous laugh, Paul suddenly straddled John’s belly while the latter still lay flat on his back and started to give him some nipple cripples.

“Aieee!” John shrieked. *ZAP!* went the shock collar. “Eeeyooww!” John shrieked again. *ZAP!* “God damn it! Get off of me!” John swore under his breath as he fought to keep from yelling a third time while simultaneously trying to wriggle out from beneath his tormentor.

Paul just brayed like a jackass and twisted John’s nipples the other way. No longer caught completely by surprise, John bit back his disapproval of the proceedings.

“There’s no time for this now, Paul,” Will told Paul, although not with any noticeable anger. “Let him up so we can get going. In fact, you’d better go on ahead and take the casserole out of the oven so it’ll have time to cool. It must be ready by now!”

“Okay, Will,” Paul said cheerfully as he got off of John and hurried away. John was vaguely reminded of a playful dog rushing off to fetch a stick its owner had just thrown.

“Sorry, John; sometimes Paul gets a little carried away with his fun,” Will said with a grin as he hunkered down beside John and helped him to sit up. “Well, come on… let’s get you ready to take downstairs.”

Little preparation was needed other than helping John to his feet; the younger boy was already hobbled and had his hands cuffed behind his back. About the only thing Will insisted on was that John be washed to get the smell of stale sweat off of him… and rather than free John’s hands so that he could wash himself, Will decided to do it for him.

“You’re going to bathe me again… now?!” John asked with incredulous dismay. “I thought you were in a hurry to get me downstairs so we could eat.”

“I don’t mean a full bath,” replied Will cheerfully as he led an unresisting John to the bathroom. “I’m just going to give you a quick sponge bath to wipe off the sweat so you don’t smell. You don’t want to stink at the dinner table, do you?”

“I guess I *am* kind of ripe at that,” John admitted ruefully; and truth to tell he *did* want to wash the sweat off even if Will insisted on doing it *his* way. So John sat down on the toilet seat (just using it to sit in) while Will gave him a quick wash with a wet, soapy washcloth. John had to admit that it made him feel a lot better.

But sitting on the toilet reminded John of another need… one he was unsure was quite great enough for him to be willing to accept Will’s ‘assistance’ in performing.

Fortunately for John though, Will saw the unspoken need in John’s eyes and, in the name of expediency as well as decency, decided to give John as sliver of mercy. “You have five minutes,” he told John as he unlocked one of the handcuffs; freeing both of John’s hands but leaving the handcuffs dangling from the other wrist as well as leaving John hobbled. “Be out in less than that and I’ll let you feed yourself tonight. If I have to wait longer than that, it’s back to being hand-fed instead and there’ll be no dessert for you.”

John was finished in less than three minutes.

“Good boy,” Will said to John as he placed a leash on the other boy’s collar after re-cuffing his hands behind his back. “Now heel,” he then bade him as he began tugging on the leash, “and no talking if you want the gag to stay off a while.”

John kept perfectly quiet; he knew by now that Will was perfectly serious when he said stuff like that. Since cooperation seemed to make Will less strict in his treatment of him, John decided to obey without further argument and followed Will like an obedient dog.

[bondagefreak]

Something I posted on BarefootEthan's story, but makes as much sense here.

I didn't make a connection at the time (when I had original read this back in 2011), but there is something truly reminiscent of your writing style and BarefootEthan's.
I'm not surprised you enjoyed his works as much as you did.

Both of you were expertly able to develop light hearted, multi-character oriented tales of young/older teens tormenting each other (sometime cruelly)