It was the start of the summer holiday and Kim, the sixteen year old son of middle aged parents, was just back from boarding school. Kim was an active boy. Fair tousled hair, bright blue eyes, and as yet no body hair to speak of. He was, as are most boys that age inordinately proud of the small bush of fair soft pubic hairs that he had grown since he was thirteen, but his face, arms and legs were smooth with light honey coloured skin. His body was lean, and his newly formed muscles added to the attraction for anyone who studied the boy. As for his genitals, well, we will hear more of those later, but suffice to say that like all boys of that age, they had recently become very active and whenever his thoughts turned to them, he became rigidly erect.
He always wore tight lycra bikini briefs so that when he got erect it would not show in his jeans and for the same reason he wore the same briefs under his swimming shorts which were of the latest abominable fashion for boys. Baggy long shorts that drabbled down his legs. The only saving grace being their low cut top which at least showed his flat smooth young tummy with the groin lines running down to nearly meet at the elasticated top and a bit of bum cleavage just visible at the back! The drawstring he would keep tight and tucked down inside the waistband.
That morning Kim awoke early, as usual, and having washed his face in cold water at the basin in his room, he went downstairs to see what his parents were up to and more importantly if his Mum was cooking his breakfast. He immediately realised that something was not quite as usual as his Mum and Dad were both leaning over the table reading a letter that had just come in the post. Further more, his Mum appeared to have been crying.
Is everything alright, Kim asked, as he went to the stove the see what was in the pan for his breakfast. Tearfully his Mum told him that her old Mother, Kim's Grandmother, had become critically ill and that both she and his Dad thought it would be best if they went quickly to her home, some hundreds of miles away to stay for a week or two. Kim immediately started planning what he would take and what he would do, but this thought was immediately changed by his parents.
Kim, we have phoned your Uncle Tom and asked if you could go and stay with him for a few weeks this holiday as it is not a good idea for a boy of your age to be in a household where an elderly lady is likely to die within a few weeks. This is your time to enjoy your youthfulness, and furthermore, Uncle Tom has often offered to have you to stay. So we have agreed that later today you will catch the train over to his place. He has a lovely house in the country, he has a swimming pool, and wonderful garden, and he is very sporting.
Kim had met his Uncle a few times before, and was always aware that Tom took a great interest in him and what he was doing. So it was interesting that he felt a stirring in his groin at the thought of being alone with his Uncle in his country house.
He was soon packed up, stuffing his clothes into a large zippy bag. Take plenty of underwear, don't forget your swimming trunks, and your clean shorts and shirts are in the cupboard, called his Mum. There was another item that Kim retrieved from behind a loose board in the cupboard. Hastily he popped a little plastic bag in his main bag and taking a quick glance inside checked that everything was in order. There were a couple of lengths of thin cord, but most important in his young mind, a small leather strap with stainless steel rings that he would wear at night to enhance his sexual thoughts. He knew it was known as "Hells Gate" from the catalogue he had ordered it from, signing of course that he was over eighteen. Catching a moment when he was not erect he would slip the three rings over his cock, these were linked by a small strap to another thin strap that went around his testicles. This would be buckled up so tight that neither testicle could escape. His erection would be firmly held by the rings which led to wonderful engorgement of the head of his penis. He would wear this on most nights. He also enjoyed practising self bondage, hence the thin cords.
The time passed swiftly and he was soon put on the train by his grieving parents and looked forward excitedly to meeting again with is Uncle.
Tom was waiting on the station. A tall, fair haired man of forty or so. A bachelor and more importantly to this story, a bachelor who simply had a passion for young boys. He was of course extremely excited at the prospect of this smooth and delightful youngster being with him for several weeks and had made sure that he was ready and would be able to seduce him into acts which he had fantisised about since his own boyhood. They were soon in Tom's car and bowling through the sunny rolling countryside towards the house.
The house, Kim saw, was totally secluded and was approached by a long drive. Gates opened when the car pulled up, and closed again behind so that Kim felt as though they were shut off from the normal life, which if he did but know it, they were. Tom pulled up in front of the garage and leaning over, ruffled Kim's hair. Well boy, here we are he announced. I will show you to your room, so bring your bag, and how better to start on this lovely day but with a swim in the pool.
Kim had already spotted the large pool in the garden and took no second bidding. He quickly slipped on his tight bikini under briefs, and over them his baggy swim shorts and rushed out to the pool. Uncle Tom was already there. Not clad in baggy shorts either, but in bright red thong bikini swimming trunks. His body bronzed and muscled was a great sight for Kim.
Tom looked at Kim and laughed gently. Look boy, I have plenty of better swimming gear than that for you. I had better go and get you a pair while you have a bit of a swim first, or would you rather swim naked? Oh no uncle, I will wear whatever you may have, but not naked please! Tom was soon back, holding two or three bikini thongs in different colours which he held out to Kim. Take your choice young man he told the boy.
Kim was slightly bashful, but took a neat little yellow thong from his Uncle. It was in fact minimal in size, just a pouch with thin string sides, one side of which tied on the hip, and a thin thong strap to go between his legs. It was made of shiny satiny material with a net lining within the pouch. Although slightly shy Kim felt his penis already starting to harden as he examined the thong.
You can change here, or go on up to the house if you are shy, said his uncle and Kim took no second bidding and scurried up to the house while his uncle settled on a sunbed beside the pool. Once in the house, Kim quickly pulled his shorts and bikini pants off and pulled on the tiny thong. Looking in a mirror, of which in this house there were many, he had to admit that he looked pretty good but try as he might, he could not get his penis to totally soften so that the little pouch was tenting out forwards in obvious seductive folds.
Now Kim ran back down to the pool and dived in before his uncle could get much of a look. Five minutes later it was time to get out and he emerged before his uncles appraising stare. Stand still there boy called his uncle, let me have a look at you. Kim stood before his uncle, hands coyly covering the little pouch. You look great boy, really great, so don't be shy. I tell you what, with this warm weather, and us here on our own, we should wear brief thongs like these so we can enjoy the freedom that comes with it. Why wear clothes when you do not need them.
Yes uncle, Kim said, as he relaxed back on the sunbed quickly turning face down to hide his expanding penis. But uncle, Kim said, this thong is wet so perhaps it would be better if I put my shorts back on. Tom chuckled and from a carrier bag lifted out several more miniscule thongs and handed one over to Kim. This is about your size my boy, and you can wear this when we have finished swimming. Kim saw that he had been given another thong which was pale blue silk, and unlined. Further, the sides were simply thin string tying on both hips. He was glad he was face down so as not to show the quick hardening and twitch in his thong.
The two then swam and sunbathed until early evening. Kim had noticed that at one end of the pool there was a goalpost shaped structure made of heavy pipe and asked his uncle what it was for. Oh that, Tom said, that is for excercising, doing pull ups etc. Actually my father also used it to punish me if you want the real truth. If I was naughty he would give me the belt, and would tie my wrists with cords to the cross beam! Kim could only be thankful that he was still on his tummy because he became hard as a rock immediately on hearing this.
Tom now decreed that he had a supper that only needed to go in the oven, and would be ready in half an hour. Time to change into your dry thong boy, he said. Going up to the house Kim quickly nipped up to his room, and stripping off the yellow wet thong he replaced it with the blue silk one, and tied the cords on each hip. Looking at himself in the mirror he was somewhat startled to see how his penis pushed the thin material out. But his uncle had said he was to wear it, so wear it he would, and he was fast realising that his uncle was only too keen to see him in this skimpy wear.
He checked that his little bag with his hells gate strap and the cords were in his bag safely because he knew that tonight he would have to make himself cum, and would tie himself by arms and legs as well. He went down to join his uncle and found that he too was wearing a silk thong and his too was jutted out seductively, a fact that he made no effort to hide. His uncle put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a playful hug. Relax boy, we have a couple of weeks of this, and who knows what may happen, and he winked at Kim as he said it. Kim sat down quickly at the table so that his growing erection would not show so much.
It was now already getting late and it had been a long day and after an hour of watching telly, Tom said he was off to bed and that Kim should do the same. Kim was upstairs in a flash and straight to his little bag. Quickly before his erection could get too large he thrust his penis through the three thin steel rings and within moments it was held vice like as it expanded against the rings. He passed the other strap around the base of his ball sack and pulled it up to the very last notch so that his balls were held out, tight, distended below his trapped penis. He was ready now, and naked, climbed onto his bed. His only worry was that unlike home, he could not lock the bedroom door, but he was too excited to care. Taking a length of cord he bound his ankles firmly, cinching tight as he had done many times before, and then tied the end to the bedrail. Now his wrists and he used his well tried system. Round the first wrist several turns and then many many knots in all different ways, pulling them all tight so that he would have to work hard to free them later. Next round the beds head rail, then to his other wrist so that finally, sweating in the hot room, he relaxed back. He was tied and it would take him maybe an hours hard work to unpick those knots.
It was then that he heard footsteps outside the room. He lay still hardly daring to breath and suddenly the door opened. Are you awake Kim his uncle asked and came over to the bed. Wow my boy, what is all this he asked, as if he could not imagine what the boy was doing. And what is this around your cock, and as he asked he put his hand on the rigid erect penis of the boy. Tell me boy, do you like being tied up? Yes sir, Kim answered, automatically using sir as it fitted in with his fantasies. What you need boy is a good dose of punishment and my word, tomorrow, you will get it. I need not tell you to wait here for me said Tom. I will be back with a few extra goodies for you in a couple of minutes. Kim watching his uncle could see his huge erection pushing the silky folds of his thong that his uncle was still wearing.
When Tom returned he brought with him four lengths of light chain, and four padded cuffs for Kims ankles and wrists. He put a loop of chain around each corner post of the bed, taking a knife he cut the cords on the boys wrists and told him to hold them out. He buckled a leather cuff onto each wrist and then pulling his arms wide he clipped them onto the chains so Kim was on his back, arms outstretched. Now for your legs boy, and he did the same, pulling each leg out fairly tight to clip the cuffs in place so now Kim was spreadeagled, naked, on his back with his strapped cock and balls tightly held up by his hells gate straps and rings.
You will stay like that for the night, said his uncle. I take it as you like being tied you will enjoy it! Yes sir answered the boy. Good boy, well tomorrow, as soon as I am ready and the sun is up you will be punished at the exercise bar by the pool. Your cock will remain in its bondage that you placed on it, and your arms will be pulled up to the bar. You will be allowed to kick your legs but they will be lightly restrained with a length of chain between the cuffs. You will then be whipped. What do you say to that? Yes sir, thank you sir, I deserve to be punished whispered the excited boy. His uncle reluctantly left the room and the spreadeagled naked wonderful young boy settled down to a night of waiting. But oh, the frustration. Spreadeagled as he was he simply could do nothing to relieve the longing to cum how ever much he writhed his young body. In one last move his uncle returned carrying a multi tailed lash, and laid it down beside the boy so that he could see it whenever he awoke.
Every time Kim tried to move the chains clinked and this kept him aware of his bondage as he woke from time to time, and always beside him lay the whip that he knew would be used on him tomorrow. It was of course Toms intention that the boy could not make himself cum, so that he would be more excited by the pain of the whipping. Tom had lusted after a victim such as Kim, and now he had him, and for two weeks at least!
Chapter two, cumming soon, will be the whipping. I would really appreciate any feedback on this story. Any ideas as to what we can do with this willing masochist will be welcome.
Kim Plat.