Round two (m/m)
Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2021 5:49 am
It all started ten years ago on a Barlow family reunion. Ours is a rather large clan, spread all over the country, and beyond. Therefore, we don’t really know many of our cousins. That day we got to meet quite a bunch of them, but it’s this guy in particular that I remember the most.
I was thirteen and was hanging around with some kids my age when I realized that I hadn’t seen my little brother, Cedric, for a while. Being three years younger, he wasn’t always welcome with us, the big boys. Besides, he’s more of solitaire, so whenever he’s not with me, he’s on his own, just sitting on a corner with some videogame or something.
We were in a big house, the property of one of my granduncles. I went inside, to the attic, to check if he was ok, for I was told they had seen him going up there. There was a door meant to be locked, but since it was old, it opened just by insisting on the doorknob. I had heard moaning inside, and when I entered, there was Cedric, shirtless, tightly bound to a chair. His arms were behind the chair, his ankles were tied to its legs, his torso was wrapped up in rope, and his mouth had been stuffed with cloth, and then cleave gagged.
Cedric looked at me and grunted, asking to be rescued. Next to him was this boy that we had met just that day, our cousin Darnell, with his fingers in Cedric’s armpits. Once I got in there, he quitted tickling my brother and just stared at me as if sizing if I was a match against him. Turns out, I wasn’t. I was tall for a kid my age. Since I have always practiced sports, I had already started to develop muscles, which I proudly showed off wearing tank tops as often as I could, like that day. Darnell, however, was even larger. The two years difference was much more noticeable than I hoped for, meaning he managed to subdue me, though I put up quite a fight.
Darnell tied my wrists behind my back. Then, he stuffed my mouth, like he had done to my brother, cleave gagging me to silence me for good, before binding my ankles. At this point, I posed no threat to him, so he took more time to make sure I was defenseless. He tied my elbows together, till they almost touched, then my thighs, above and below the knees, and finally, linked my wrists and ankles in a tight hogtie. I struggled all the way, not only because I didn’t want to be held hostage by this kid, but also because my little brother was staring at the whole thing, somehow frightened by what was happening to me, his supposed rescuer. I wanted both of us out of there, and I certainly didn’t want to let him down.
After a moment of trying to escape my bindings, it fell on me, to my horror, that there was no way out. He had me, us, completely at his mercy. Our parents were at the picnic with the other grownups, not really concerned about us. It was not like we were in any real danger, still, we didn’t want to be there at all. Darnell was taking a moment to rest after the effort of restraining me. He was gasping and laughing, quite pleased with himself. Now he had two prisoners to play with.
To this day, I can still see the look in Cedric’s eyes when he realized that I had failed at saving him. At least, I have the comfort that once Darnell took me as a prisoner, he seemed to almost forget about my brother, to focus on torturing me.
Darnell knelt next to me and started tickling me like crazy. My sides, feet, underarms, navel, there was no place he wouldn’t exploit for the thrill of letting me know I was under his thumb. He even pulled my shirt up, over my head, and down my arms, where it stuck on my bound elbows. All the time he said things like “how does it feel, uh, that I can dig my fingers in your pits and you can do nothing because you’re tied up because I captured you?”, or “look, I can twist your nipples, whatcha gonna do about it, uh?”.
I had never been tied up before, so I felt utterly disturbed by the sense of vulnerability, especially in hands of such an abusive j€rk, not to mention the discomfort of the position itself and my very bruised pride. The gag, somehow, made it all worse, because now I couldn’t even resort to asking for help. The continuous torture he inflicted on me only stopped every once in a while, to switch to another form of punishment, namely, tickling my brother again. This time, though, it was more of a way to make fun of me for not being able to rescue him, forcing me to watch.
Time passed by painfully slowly. I felt like we had been his captives for several hours, but they had been merely about three. Eventually, he decided to let us go, untying Cedric’s hands and then, leaving. It was up to my little brother to finish the work with his own restraints before moving on to release me. Darnell’s last words before his departure were “be a good boy and save your pu$$y of a brother”.
Cedric and I were silent while he dutifully untied me. When we came down to join our parents, I put on my jacket to hide the rope marks. My brother did the same. We never said a word, even though we never agreed to it. I think Cedric was just as embarrassed as me, and we decided it was for the best to let it slip. Darnell and his family were no longer at the reunion when we came down. Since they lived far away, we didn’t hear from him in years, until a month ago, at our next family reunion.
TBC
I was thirteen and was hanging around with some kids my age when I realized that I hadn’t seen my little brother, Cedric, for a while. Being three years younger, he wasn’t always welcome with us, the big boys. Besides, he’s more of solitaire, so whenever he’s not with me, he’s on his own, just sitting on a corner with some videogame or something.
We were in a big house, the property of one of my granduncles. I went inside, to the attic, to check if he was ok, for I was told they had seen him going up there. There was a door meant to be locked, but since it was old, it opened just by insisting on the doorknob. I had heard moaning inside, and when I entered, there was Cedric, shirtless, tightly bound to a chair. His arms were behind the chair, his ankles were tied to its legs, his torso was wrapped up in rope, and his mouth had been stuffed with cloth, and then cleave gagged.
Cedric looked at me and grunted, asking to be rescued. Next to him was this boy that we had met just that day, our cousin Darnell, with his fingers in Cedric’s armpits. Once I got in there, he quitted tickling my brother and just stared at me as if sizing if I was a match against him. Turns out, I wasn’t. I was tall for a kid my age. Since I have always practiced sports, I had already started to develop muscles, which I proudly showed off wearing tank tops as often as I could, like that day. Darnell, however, was even larger. The two years difference was much more noticeable than I hoped for, meaning he managed to subdue me, though I put up quite a fight.
Darnell tied my wrists behind my back. Then, he stuffed my mouth, like he had done to my brother, cleave gagging me to silence me for good, before binding my ankles. At this point, I posed no threat to him, so he took more time to make sure I was defenseless. He tied my elbows together, till they almost touched, then my thighs, above and below the knees, and finally, linked my wrists and ankles in a tight hogtie. I struggled all the way, not only because I didn’t want to be held hostage by this kid, but also because my little brother was staring at the whole thing, somehow frightened by what was happening to me, his supposed rescuer. I wanted both of us out of there, and I certainly didn’t want to let him down.
After a moment of trying to escape my bindings, it fell on me, to my horror, that there was no way out. He had me, us, completely at his mercy. Our parents were at the picnic with the other grownups, not really concerned about us. It was not like we were in any real danger, still, we didn’t want to be there at all. Darnell was taking a moment to rest after the effort of restraining me. He was gasping and laughing, quite pleased with himself. Now he had two prisoners to play with.
To this day, I can still see the look in Cedric’s eyes when he realized that I had failed at saving him. At least, I have the comfort that once Darnell took me as a prisoner, he seemed to almost forget about my brother, to focus on torturing me.
Darnell knelt next to me and started tickling me like crazy. My sides, feet, underarms, navel, there was no place he wouldn’t exploit for the thrill of letting me know I was under his thumb. He even pulled my shirt up, over my head, and down my arms, where it stuck on my bound elbows. All the time he said things like “how does it feel, uh, that I can dig my fingers in your pits and you can do nothing because you’re tied up because I captured you?”, or “look, I can twist your nipples, whatcha gonna do about it, uh?”.
I had never been tied up before, so I felt utterly disturbed by the sense of vulnerability, especially in hands of such an abusive j€rk, not to mention the discomfort of the position itself and my very bruised pride. The gag, somehow, made it all worse, because now I couldn’t even resort to asking for help. The continuous torture he inflicted on me only stopped every once in a while, to switch to another form of punishment, namely, tickling my brother again. This time, though, it was more of a way to make fun of me for not being able to rescue him, forcing me to watch.
Time passed by painfully slowly. I felt like we had been his captives for several hours, but they had been merely about three. Eventually, he decided to let us go, untying Cedric’s hands and then, leaving. It was up to my little brother to finish the work with his own restraints before moving on to release me. Darnell’s last words before his departure were “be a good boy and save your pu$$y of a brother”.
Cedric and I were silent while he dutifully untied me. When we came down to join our parents, I put on my jacket to hide the rope marks. My brother did the same. We never said a word, even though we never agreed to it. I think Cedric was just as embarrassed as me, and we decided it was for the best to let it slip. Darnell and his family were no longer at the reunion when we came down. Since they lived far away, we didn’t hear from him in years, until a month ago, at our next family reunion.
TBC