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TREE HOUSE TORTURE GAMES - PART SEVEN
I was on a natural high for days after my time with Lance. Even though I was physically spent and a bit sore, I craved more. Not only more of the bondage and torture I'd experienced, but more Lance. Something special had happened between us that afternoon up in his attic bedroom. It confused and even scared me a bit, but I knew I had to explore it further.
Every night as I lay in bed I recreated that 90 minutes I hung spreadeagled from the rafters of Lance's room. I would tie my ankles to the footboard of my bed, then tie my left hand to one post of my headboard, leaving my right hand free to play with my body. I'd whip my self with my belt (had to keep it light so as not to be heard outside my room) and dig out the shoebox of clothespins under my bed and put them on my nipples to simulate Lance pinching them. These sessions always ended with an awesome cum, even though I was not able to make myself edge myself for as long as Lance had edged me.
I was only doing all that out of frustration because for the next week I couldn't be with Lance again. His family was home all the time, and he didn't want to take a chance on playing in his room because of how load my moans had been.
He did at least once take me into his garage, opened my shirt, played with my nipples, and then let me suck him off. That was sure way better than nothing, but not what I craved.
So even though Lance had pretty much put Kenny out of my mind, when Kenny knocked on my door one afternoon dangling a length of rope and smiling, without a word I followed him across the street, into his backyard, and over to the rope ladder leading up to his magnificent tree house, where all these awesome adventures in teenage sensuality had begun.
Kenny stopped, turned to me, and said simply, "Strip, down to your undershorts."
Even though Kenny's backyard was completely private and the area around the treehouse couldn't be seen from the other houses, there was still something very naughty and thrilling about stripping outside. I was finding that all this submissive activity this past few weeks was making me crave this kind of thrill, and desiring to obey. So I didn't hesitate to pull off my shirt and unbuckle and lower my shorts.
At the same time, I was picking up on something. I remember realizing, without being quite sure how, that Kenny was into this in a different way from Lance. Yes, they were both dominant, but with Lance it was more like a kind of lovemaking. It was fun and playful. Kenny, on the other hand, always seemed deadly serious about it. It felt like he was really into dominating, and even inflicting pain. Again, that scared me a bit, but it also thrilled me, and I felt my cock getting a little bit hard in my undershorts.
Kenny reached out and began to feel all over my body, and instinctively I assumed "the position," with my legs spread and my fingers laced behind my head, giving him maximum access. His touching wasn't the gentle caressing and erotic exploring of Lance, but more like a meat inspector. Nevertheless, I still loved having another boy touch me all over.
"Ok, we're going to go up now, and I've got a little surprise for you. So I'll go up first, then you follow, but stop just before you get to the top of the ladder."
"Yes, Master," I responded, just to emphasize to Kenny that I was fully into the game.
I watched Kenny scramble up the ladder. Even though I wasn't attracted to him in the same way I was to Lance, I still enjoyed seeing his wonderful rounded ass wiggle inside his thin shorts as he climbed.
I climbed up after him and, as ordered, stopped before my head entered through the square hole in the treehouse floor at the top of the ladder. In a moment, Kenny's face appeared in the hole looking down at me. He reached down with a long piece of cloth in one hand, and in a minute, I was blindfolded. It was a little scary clinging to a swinging rope ladder 15 feet off the ground, but Kenny kept his hands on my arms and guided me up until I was standing firmly on the solid wood floor of the main room of the treehouse.
"Come with me and do as I say," Kenny instructed. He gripped one of my elbows tightly and led me across the floor. Once again I experienced what I had when Kenny had left me at Lance's door, turning me over for the torture to come. It was that delicious sense of anticipation, the knowing-but-not-knowing. Knowing you were about to submit to torture, that you had passed some line of no return, and yet not knowing what the torture would be or whether or not you could bear it.
After a few steps I bumped into something very hard at the level of my upper thighs, and quickly realized it had to be the large wooden table that Kenny had in the first floor of his treehouse. Kenny turned me around and then told me to sit up on the edge of the table, which I did with a little guidance from him.
"Now lie on your back."
I scooted over to where the center of the table should be, and then eased myself down. Soon I felt Kenny tugging at the waistline of my undershorts, and I cooperatively raised my asa bit off the table so he could pull them down, and then off my legs.
As I lay there I grinned a bit, thinking about how weird it was how comfortable I was now with getting naked in front of one of my friends. Just a few weeks ago if I'd contemplated lying stark naked on a table in full view of one of my male friends, I would have been horrified. Yeah, I still would've gotten hard at the fantasy of it, but it would have been difficult for me not to have the sheer embarrassment ruin the erotic feelings. But now I was loving it, loving being totally exposed to Kenny.
Kenny took hold of my ankles and pulled me down the table a bit, then spread them toward what I imagined would be the corners of the table. After a moment I felt a rope being wrapped around one of my ankles. Unlike the first time he tied me up, he put a lot of turns around the ankle before tying it off. Later I would realize that he'd figured out this kind of tying spread out the pull of the rope, so there was less chance of cutting off my circulation. And as I got to know Kenny better, I knew that he wasn't doing that out of concern for my comfort but rather so that he could keep me tied up longer.
After knotting each ankle I felt him pull the remaining rope tight and secure it to something at each bottom corner of the table. I realized how much I loved being like this, with my legs held spread, exposing my cock and balls to my high school friend. Nonetheless, my cock had gone flacid again during all the tying activity.
Now I heard Kenny move to the head of the table. In anticipation I stretched my arms toward the top corners of the table, assuming I would be tied in my favorite spreadeagle position. But Kenny grabbed my wrists and roughly pushed them inward, so that I ended up with my arms forming two L's, with my upper arms extended out straight to either side. Soon Kenny wrapped each of my wrists in a sort of rope cuff as he'd done with my ankles. I heard the remaining lengths of rope extending from my wrists drop to the table, and heard Kenny take a few steps away from the table. What was he up to?
The next sound I heard really was unexpected. I heard a metallic clinking, then felt a little tug on one of my wrist ropes, followed by some lengthy activity by Kenny that I couldn't make out. Soon the same happened with my other wrist rope. I instinctively craned my head to see what was going on, but of course that was futile since I was blindfolded.
I experimented and found that I could move my wrists, at least upward above my head. This was a small disappointment as I had discovered I really loved being stretched out tight, and that being stretched somehow greatly amplified any erotic feelings. But I was also curious to see what new thing Kenny had planned for me.
After I'd heard the metallic clinking, there was something pulling on the ropes a bit, but not enough to make me have to move my arms. I wondered if maybe Kenny had attached some weights to the ropes, over the edge of the table.
I heard Kenny walk over until he was at the end of the table just above my head. He reached his hands down to my shoulders and then began slowly rubbing all over my chest. I felt my sensitive nipples harden a bit, and let out a little groan of pleasure.
Suddenly, Kenny grabbed my nipples with his fingers and pulled them up hard, pinching so hard that he actually lifted my body off the table a bit. I gave a sharp little scream, more from the shock and surprise than from the pain.
"Now that I've got your attention, I want you to tell me every detail of what you and Lance did together. You are to hold nothing back. If you don't tell me everything, then you will be tortured until you do. Now, will you tell me what happened at Lance's after I left you there?"
Of course, I would love to tell him every juicy detail (but probably not about the kissing!), but just before I began to talk, I realized that this was meant to be part of the game. We'd played together enough now that I knew Kenny was very into interrogation role play, and that my job was to keep the game going for as long as possible by refusing to talk.
"No way. What happened with me and Lance is our private business. You'll never get me to tell you anything about it."
"OK then," Kenny said with an ominous tone. "Have it your way. I will find out what happened one way or another, but for now you have chosen torture, and there is no way back."
I loved when Kenny talked that way, with a threat. I felt the blood beginning to flow into my now flaccid cock.
I heard him walk back to the wall opposite the head of the table, and after a brief pause, I heard a loud clicking noise. I had no idea what this was, but a few seconds later I felt a tug at both my wrists, and they began to move toward the head of the table. Slowly it dawned on me that the ropes from my wrists must be attached to whatever mechanism over by where Kenny stood that was making the loud clicking sound. Soon my arms were pulled straight up over my head at full extension, and at that moment the clicking and pulling on my wrists stopped simultaneously.
This was the tight stretch that for whatever reason was so powerfully erotic for me, and so I quickly became fully hard. There was just something about being stretched out with no ability to move or evade whatever my torturer decided to do to my body that really turned me on.
I heard Kenny walk back over to one side of the table, and then felt his hands running all over me, from neck to ankles, only avoiding my raging cock. I went totally rigid and my breathing increased as I fell under the hyper erotic spell of a boys fingers on my skin.
"One more chance, and only one more. Tell me what you and Lance did, or else."
I was so deep into an erotic trance that I couldn't speak, but I shook my head rapidly from side to side, indicating that I would not talk.
"Very well then," Kenny said. "Now you will be tortured without mercy, and even if you begin to talk, I will not stop torturing you."
I tensed up, waiting for some impact on my body. Now that I was stretched out full length, I assumed Kenny would start his torture as usual with a whipping of some sort. But instead, I heard his footsteps return to the wall on the head side of the table.
After a brief pause, I heard that weird clicking sound again, and almost immediately felt a strong tugging at the ropes wrapped around my wrists. I grabbed the two ropes with my hands to try to relieve some of the pressure on my wrists. Now my body would no longer slide upward as the ropes around my ankles were completely taught, and so as the wrist ropes continued to pull all the stretch was in my arms and shoulders.
At first this was very sexy. Like I said, I liked being stretched. But very soon the stretch became more than I'd ever experienced before, even from the times I'd hung suspended from roof rafters. And then it really started to become painful.
"Ow, Kenny! That's enough! That really hurts, man!"
"Too bad. You had your chance to talk, and you didn't."
"OK! OK! I'll talk! I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me and Lance! Please untie me!"
"Nope. Didn't you hear me? No mercy. I gave you your chance and you blew it. Now you're going to feel real torture. And I want you to see what I'm doing to you."
As I lay there struggling and whimpering, Kenny came over and pulled the blindfold from my eyes. After blinking for a few seconds, my eyes adjusted, and I craned my head back to look up my arms and see what this device was that was causing such unbelievable pain throughout my young body.
And now I knew that the metallic clinking I'd heard was a chain that was hooked to a metal ring attached to the ends of the two ropes attached to my wrists. My eyes ran back along that chain to find some kind of winch bolted to the wall with a big crank on it.
"Where the hell did you get all that stuff?" I croaked out.
Kenny laughed fiendishly. "My dad helped me rig it up so I could haul heavy stuff up through a trap door we cut under the winch. But I knew it could have...other purposes." He laughed again.
Then Kenny jumped and turned all at the same time as a sharp voice came from the entrance hole across the treehouse floor.
"Kenny! What the fuck are you doing! Are you hurting Mark?"
It was Lance!
To my surprise, Kenny immediately dropped to his knees, with a look of horror on his face.
"I'm sorry, Lance...er, I mean, Master! I was just having a little fun, that's all."
Lance boosted himself up into the room and stood above Kenny.
"Fun? Mark is in real pain. Look at him! That's not part of our games! Release him immediately!"
To my further surprise, Kenny leapt up and ran to the crank on the wall. He pulled some mechanism on it, and immediately the pull on my wrists began to lessen as he rapidly cranked the winch in the opposite direction.
Lance came over and began rubbing my arms and shoulders. I noticed that he had tears in his eyes. After a moment, he spoke.
"Let's get you untied, Mark. And then, you and I will decide on Kenny's punishment for what he did to you."
TO BE CONTINUED
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