WARNING: The following work of the imagination is intended for the mature literary enjoyment of adult readers. Minors should not read this material. Whatever the factual basis for this story, it is primarily imaginary and for the purposes of examining alternative lifestyles and experiences. It is sexual anthropology intended for the thoughtful reading of adults only.
THE PRISONER
BY
Sean de Roche
Once when I was fourteen my parents insisted (over my objections) that I babysit their best friends' boys who were twelve and ten -- much too young for a cool guy like me to have anything to do with. They were going to some meeting or something where they'd be gone for a weekend. Finally I relented (as if I had any choice) and solaced myself with the $25 I was going to earn.
That night the guys got bored with television and started acting up and wrestling around. Pretty soon we were all in a big pile on the floor and between the two of them they managed to get me pinned pretty well. They were both strong, well-built kids and even though I was bigger, if they worked together, they could usually pin me. That's when the younger one said <Let's tie him up!> <Yeah! Great idea!> the older one said. Now this is where it gets weird: in order to tie me up, one of them had to go and find some rope. That meant there would only be one of them holding me down and I wouldn't have any trouble getting away. Sure enough, the younger one ran off for rope, leaving the twelve-year-old sitting on my chest with his knees on my arms. Like I said, he was a strong kid, but it would have been easy for to flip him off me. But for some weird reason I still can't figure out I didn't do it. I just lay there and pretended to struggle a little. In just a few seconds Donny was back with a whole handful of clothesline and the two of them flipped me over on my stomach and grabbed my arms and made me cross my wrists behind me. Again I struggled a little bit but not enough to keep them from doing what they wanted with me. They tied my hands real tight and then flipped me over on my back and this time it was the younger one that sat on my chest. <Now we're in charge!> he said and pinched each cheek like people sometimes do to little kids. <Coochy, coochy,coo!> he teased. <What do you think we should do to him?> he asked Mike, his older brother. Mike said, Donny seemed to think for a few seconds and then said <Nah, I got a better idea. Let's torture him!>
Now here I have to try to explain something. I had gotten the strangest feeling when we were wrestling and they had pinned me down. It was a feeling of great contentment and happiness I guess I would have to say. Just a feeling of rightness, I suppose you could call it. And when Mike was holding me down while Donny went for the ropes I felt the same way, too. But once I was tied and truly helpless the feeling became even stronger. It was a sort of tingle in my chest and belly. Hard to describe it, but it felt really good to me: deeply pleasing and almost hypnotic and when Donny said what he did while he was sitting on me that thrill went through me like an electric shock. I know this sounds strange, but it was so exciting to be completely helpless like I was and not be able to keep them from doing whatever they wanted to me. It was scarey, too, but I guess that was a part of the thrill I felt.
Donny unbuttoned my shirt and Mike brought a tray of ice cubes from the kitchen and they worked me over with the ice from my neck down to my belly button. Then Donny (he seemed to be the one with all the ideas) said <Let's take his pants off!> Remember that they hadn't tied my legs yet and I had wanted to I probably could have kept them from depantsing me, but instead of struggling I even lifted my butt up to help them to ease my jeans off! They continued withtheir ice play up and down my bare legs and on the bottoms of my feet, too. After a while Donny got up on me again and sat astride my hips and began to give me a sort of massage on my chest and belly where I was all wet from the ice. And then's when it happened.
After a couple of minutes Donny felt it under his butt and said to Mike, <Hey! He's got a boner!> and Mike said <No kidding!> I was very embarrassed because in my family stuff like that was never discussed. But these guys didn't seem to have any problem with it at all! Donny scrambled off me and they inspected my erection, still in the confines of my underpants, and then Donny said <I know! We could play with him and see if we can make him squirt!> and Mike said <Gosh, do you think we should?> <Sure,> Donny said <it'll be great! Let's fold out the bed and put him on it!>
They had a big old couch in the family room, where we were, that folded out to make a double bed and they unfolded it and got me up onto it and made me lie on my back on my tied hands. Once again I barely struggled as Mike sat on me while Donny slipped my undershorts down my legs and off. I remember I felt a rush of pride when Donny said <Oooo, it's a nice one!> just as my hard-on bounced free. Donny spread my legs wide apart and tied each ankle to the corners of the heavy metal frame of the bed. Then they made me sit up and untied my hands. They pushed me back on my back and stretched my arms out to the corners of the bed at the top and tied my wrists to the frame. I was now completely naked and securely spread-eagled to the bed. The knots were real and they had stretched me out so that I could feel the tension in my legs and arms and chest and belly. I cold raise my head and look down across my belly and see my boner pointing up at me. <Who's gonna do it?> Mike asked. <We both will,> Donny said and added Mike ran out of the room. Donny got up on the bed next to me and ran a finger over the tight muscles of my abdomen. <This is gonna be so great!> he said, and put his hand on my boner, made a little fist around it and squeezed gently. Oh, god, but his hand felt good on me: the first hand other my own that had ever touched my hard prick.
Mike came back with what looked like a tube of toothpaste and said Donny took the tube and squeezed out some of the stuff onto his hand and I saw that it wasn't toothpaste at all but some sort of clear stuff. He reached over and began to put the stuff on my cock. When I felt his warm slippery fingers close around me and start their slow, tight up-and-down movement I arched up off the bed and said something like <Unnnnh!> and heard them laugh.
They were both now squatting on either side of me and seemed very excited by what they were doing to me. <How far do you think he'll shoot?> Mike asked. <Further than you, I bet!> said Donny. Mike looked a little hurt and said <Well, he's a lot older, too.> Donny was taking long, tight strokes on my lubed shaft with both hands now, and the pleasure was shooting through me like nothing I'd ever felt before in my life. But then he suddenly stopped stroking me and said <We don't want to go too fast. It would ruin the torture.>
They took turns on me then. A few long strokes and then a long pause. Then another couple of strokes and another pause. At first I had thought that they were just going to jerk me off, but that wasn't the plan. The idea was to torture me by keeping me hard and giving me just enough strokes to get me almost there, but always stopping before I could finish. Donny, despite being the younger of the two, seemed to be the director, just as he had been all along. Mike, though, seemed to have the better hands. Donny was good, too, but Mike always got me closer much quicker whenever it was his turn and I felt like I was going to pass out from the feel of his hands on my cock.
I don't know how long they tortured me like this. It seemed like a very, very long time, but probably was not more than an hour. In the end they had an argument. By this time I was begging and pleading for them to let me come and Mike said that I had had enough. But Donny wanted to go on some more. Mike said it was too cruel and Donny finally gave in.
Mike did it for me. He gave me long two-handed strokes while Donny lightly tickled my balls with his finger tips. When I came I my spunk shot up in a great arch and some of it landed on my chin. No question but that it was the greatest orgasm I had ever had up to that time.
Before they had let me shoot they had made me swear that I wouldn't do anything to them in revenge for what they had done and that I would never tell anyone what we had done. I was so stiff and sore when they finally untied me that I could hardly move and I just lay there for a long time while they resumed watching TV. I'm not sure, but I think I heard them playing with themselves, or each other, for a while before I drifted off to sleep. I remember thinking that I wasn't going to give nearly as much of an argument the next time I was asked to babysit these two torture experts!
Later that night, actually in the wee hours of the morning, I gradually woke up to find my arms being gently pulled up and tied to the bed frame again. I pretended to be asleep and let it happen. When my wrists were tied, whoever it was went down and did the same to my legs. Then I felt someone settling over me and sitting on my belly. I could tell he was naked by the touch of his warm, smooth skin against mine. A dark shape leaned over close to my face and tied a gag around my mouth. I could tell that it was Donny. He bent even lower and whispered into my ear. <You got off easy before. But Mike's asleep in the other room and you're all mine now!>
Oh, how that sweet tingle shot through me when I heard him say that!
I remember I looked at the digital clock next to the bed just as he got started. It said 2:17. I looked again after he was through and was untying me. It said 4.56.
It's funny, but whenever I think of that time with Donny I start to sweat.
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