KNOT ALONE

BY BOYS-STIR-US

Randy Manning sat on the front steps of his house with his legs
held tight together. He was in a state of panic and the throbbing
in his balls was getting worse. Like many inner city 12 year
olds, he wore a tattered and faded tee shirt, grimy, baggy
cut-offs, and leather Nike tennis shoes. He had no idea how to
get out of his predicament. He tried to fight back his tears as
people walked past him on the sidewalk.

Mike Evers felt a little light-headed and a little sore as he
walked home from an afternoon with a horny top he'd been seeing
for a few weeks. Jake was a fucking machine, and he plugged into
Mike a couple afternoons a week. Taking his rough treatment was
sort of a penance (though a pleasurable one) for his strong
attraction to slender boys. Just as he was thinking of it, Mike
saw a slender 12 or 13 year old on crumbling cement steps who was
crying into his hands. He paused on the sidewalk directly in
front of the boy.

"Are you okay?"

Randy looked up in surprise. Mostly any man that talked to him
was poor, ugly, and mean. He was going to say something to get
rid of the man, but he noticed the man was neither poor nor ugly
nor mean. He didn't answer at all.

Mike sat down next to the kid. "Tell me what's wrong."

Randy looked around. Across the street, two squirrels were
chasing each other. A few pedestrians moved swiftly down the
sidewalks. "I don't know what to do. But I can't tell you."

"You can tell me. I won't promise I will be able to help, but at
least I will listen." He sensed the kid was desperate about
something. Mike gently put his arm around the urchin, becoming
aware of how thin the kid really was.

"I can't tell you--it's too embarrassing." Randy sniffled, then
rubbed his hand across his mouth and nose.

Mike studied the boy. He had black hair that was shaggy from not
being cut for a long time. The kid was thin as a blade of grass.
He had acorn brown eyes with thick, dark lashes, delicately
shaped eyebrows, and a thin, straight nose. His thighs and calves
were thin and slightly curved, his knees scabbed and unwashed. He
wore no socks. His feet looked disproportionately large.

"My name is Mike. What's yours?"

Randy had gotten control of himself and sat straighter. He leaned
into the man's strong arm and smelled his deodorant. "Randy." He
was feeling a lot better already.

"Well, Randy, I'm a total stranger, and I'm a nice guy. What have
you got to lose by confiding in me?"

Randy thought about it for a moment, then blurted out, "I tied a
rope and I can't get the knot out."

Mike thought for a moment. "Why not cut it with a knife?"

"Oh, I couldn't do that!"

"Why not?"

"I'd cut myself for sure."

"Oh." Mike thought about it. Was the kid afraid he'd cut his
finger with the knife? It didn't make a lot of sense. The next
question seemed inevitable to him. "What is the rope tied to?"

Randy heard the question he was most afraid of. It was like the
guy could read his mind. "Promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise."

"Right here," the kid said, pointing to his crotch.

"Oh." Mike swallowed hard, taken totally by surprise. It was like
heaven was smiling upon him. He tried not too sound too eager.
"Perhaps I could untie it for you."

The boy looked up hopefully. "Would you?" Randy stood up, being
careful not to put any extra pressure on his balls. When the man
nodded, he added, "Come on inside."

"No one else is home?"

"There's just Mom, and she won't be home for hours." He led Mike
into the house. Mike held his breath as he stepped inside. The
place was filthy. Newspapers, clothes, and dirty dishes were
everywhere he looked. The stale air was stifling.

"You should open up some windows, Randy."

"Mom's afraid of getting ripped off again, so she won't let me."
He stood in the middle of the messy room and spread his arms.
With a shy smile he announced, "I ain't much good at cleaning."

"I don't mind," he said softly. The man and the boy stood in the
living room facing each other expectantly. "Maybe we should go
into your bedroom."

Randy led the way up the narrow wooden stairs. His bedroom had a
mattress on the floor and cardboard boxes for a dresser. A wooden
chair sat before a formica-topped desk. He had a couple of heavy
metal posters on the wall. The tape had let loose on the corner
of one of them. Laying on the unmade bed were a couple of wooden
clothespins, a scissors, and a small spool of nylon packaging
string. Dirty clothes were in heaps around the room, and Mike
allowed himself to look at the discarded dingy underpants--Fruit
of the Loom. He would have liked to take a pair home with him.

Again, they stood, each waiting for the other to say or do
something. "Show me the knot," Mike said at last.

The boy's hands hovered in mid-air for a moment, then he held his
breath and looked away as he slid his cut-offs down. They were a
little too big for Randy and fell around his ankles. He glanced
at Mike, then looked away again, his cheeks burning as he slid
his worn underwear down, also.

Six inches of string dangled down from beneath the cuff of the
kid's oversized tee shirt. Randy pulled the shirt up to reveal
his genitals. Randy's scrotum was stretched into a tight little
ball of smooth, purple flesh. His limp uncut boy-cock hung off to
one side beneath semi-circle of hair that was developing over his
pubic bone.

"That looks painful," Mike said softly.

"Yeah, sort of. Do you think you can untie it?"

Mike slipped to his knees and lightly touched the stretched
flesh. Though Mike had never touched the genitals of a pubescent
boy, he had entertained numerous masturbation fantasies regarding
that exact topic. He lifted the balls, which had just begun their
growth toward adult proportions, and looked for the knot.

The string had been wound around his scrotum at least a dozen
times, and the knot was on the underside. It looked at though it
had been pulled pretty tight. Mike fumbled with the knot. Then he
realized he could easily untie it; however, he was in no hurry to
do it. With his other hand he picked up the boy's inch long penis
under the ruse of moving it out of the way. He leaned in to study
the knot and the delicious flesh surrounding it. He smelled the
boy's acrid sweat and realized he would have to adjust himself
within his briefs or risk his cock breaking off.

As he fumbled with the boy's bound testicles, he asked, "Where
did you get the idea to try this?"

Randy experienced a stab of fear as he felt his little cock
twitch. He knew he would die of embarrassment if he got a boner.
Unfortunately, Mike's fingertips were rubbing across it and
squeezing it as he held it out of the way. "Oh, I don't know," he
said evasively, deciding not to watch the man's fingers touching
his private parts. Watching was increasing his arousal because
both the thought and the feel of the situation were exciting.

"And the clothespins--were they for your nipples or for your
foreskin?" Mike pinched lightly at the boy's wrinkle of foreskin
with one hand and at a pink nipple with the other hand as he said
this.

The pleasure at both locations served to send him to an almost
instant erection. Randy was surprised the man could guess his
secret. It added to his shame and his arousal. The man still had
a grip on his cock, even though he had gotten a boner. He
searched for an answer. He certainly wasn't going to say "Both,"
which would have been the truth. Finally he stammered, "I don't
know what you mean."

"Don't be embarrassed. You'd be surprised how many people like to
play games like this." He brought both hands to the knot, picking
at it with his fingernails. "But you are so young. How'd you get
the idea for it? Did someone show you?"

"No." He looked back down at his crotch. His slender cock had
extended to it's full 4-3/4 inches.

"Look, I'm having trouble getting it out. Why don't you lie on
your back and pull your legs up. I'll have better access that
way."

"O-okay." As the kid lay back, Mike reached down the front of his
jeans and adjusted himself to take the pressure off his erection.
The kid didn't fail to notice, and his mind started to race. Mike
was a handsome and kind man. Could it be that Mike found his
skinny little body attractive? And he had continued to hold his
cock even after it had gotten stiff.

The hands came back to work at the knot. Randy pulled his knees
close to his chest and held onto them. Mike intentionally let his
little finger touch the boy's anus, which was small and rosy and
clearly virginal. Mike decided to be a little more assertive.
"You still haven't answered my question."

Randy couldn't think of anything to say except the truth. "I
found a magazine in the trash in our alley. It was called Bound
and Gagged."

"I know that magazine," Mike said, again taking the boy's cock in
his hand, though it was no longer in the way of his access to the
knot. He didn't think the kid would complain. He watched the boy
gasping for breath as he slowly peeled the foreskin back to
reveal the exquisite glans. "Sometimes I buy it and jack off
while I read it."

"Really?" The kid asked, raising up a little. Mike loosened the
knot and began slowly unwinding the rope. "You jack off?"

"Sure. Unless I can find a guy who will use his mouth. Or better
yet, bend over and let me fuck him."

"Wow," the kid said, feeling brave enough to look at the heavenly
sight of his little boner being massaged by the man's masterful
fingers. "Did you ever let anyone tie you up?"

"Oh, no. I'm not into that sort of thing," Mike said. He noted
the look of disappointment that passed over the boy's face. Then
he added, "I much prefer to be the one who ties the guy up."

Randy's eyes grew wide as he stared at the sexy man. He made a
noise when Mike rubbed across his anus. When the rubbing
continued for a moment longer, he lay his head back and closed
his eyes.

Mike saw the kid's response and pressed a little with his finger.
The dry hole didn't budge. When the kid still didn't resist, Mike
added, "Maybe you'd like me to tie you up sometime."

The boy's head raised again and his eyes flew open. "You want
to?"

Mike smiled. He completely freed the twine and the boy's balls
began to loose their purplish tint almost immediately. But Mike
did not release his hold on the boy's cock, and Randy did not
lower his legs. "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to.
And I wouldn't do anything to injure you or leave marks on you."
"You would really tie me up?" Randy just didn't believe this
totally cool scene was happening to him.

"If you want me to."

Still, he would be totally at Mike's mercy. Maybe he was a psycho
or something. "I don't know," he said cautiously. But the man
sure didn't seem crazy.

Mike pumped slowly on the boy's erection, working the foreskin
across the glans. "I won't hurt you--just use you."
Randy sort of stretched back, his body twitching from intense
stimulation. "Go ahead, if you want," he breathed, rolling his
head to one side. He still held his legs up to expose himself to
the man.

"How much time till your mom comes home?"

"Shit, she never comes home before dark--if she comes home at
all. Don't worry about it." He was so crazy with lust, that he
thought he would let the man do anything.

Mike let go of the kid and waited until Randy lowered his legs
and sat up. "I could tie you up and then just do anything I want
to you, but I don't want you to get uptight and freak out. I want
us both to enjoy this. I'm going to tie you up. Then play with
your naked body a little. Then I'm going to make you lick my cock
and my balls. You okay with this so far?"

The boy nodded his assent. He could hardly believe it. He was
going to suck this man's cock! He had fantasized about doing that
ever since he had found the magazine.

"There's more. You ever had your ass fucked, Randy?"

"Not yet," he answered simply. He wished the man would stop
talking and get down to business. He'd read about ass fucking in
the magazine. He knew it would hurt a lot, but it was such a
weird thing to let someone do to you, that it gave him a
supercharge of lust. He wanted to try it. He wanted to try
everything.

"You want me to do those things to you?" he asked, running his
hand from Randy's knee to his balls, giving the boy gooseflesh.

Randy shivered. "Yes."

He prodded the boy's balls, which were still pulled tight. "This
is sort of a game. Part of the rules are that you only speak to
me to answer a question. And whenever you speak, you call me
'sir.' It's okay to moan and groan--in fact, I prefer it." Mike
stood up. "Go sit on the chair," he said in a commanding tone.
Randy stood so quickly he nearly lost his balance. He pulled out
the chair and sat down. Mike picked up the rope and knelt next to
the chair. "If you get too scared or if something hurts too much,
you say the password. . . . Um, let's see. The password is blue,
which was the color of your balls when I first saw them. Say it."

"Blue," he said quickly. After a moment's silence, he added,
"Sir."

"Good." Mike efficiently cut four lengths of the nylon cord. He
tied each of the boy's bony ankles to a leg of the chair. As he
tied the boy's clammy hands behind his back (and the back of the
chair), he said, " I am the master and you are the lowly,
helpless slave. Your only purpose is to provide me with pleasure.
Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Randy replied. The ropes weren't very tight, and he
felt a little relieved that he could probably wiggle out of them
if he really wanted to.

He finished tying the boy's hands and stepped back. "Are they too
tight?"

"No, sir."

He rubbed the boy's body, running his hands along the ridges of
his ribs, across his rounded tummy. He paused to dig his
fingernail into the boy's navel and was rewarded by the kid's
twitch and low moan. He worked his fingertips into the scrotum,
stretching Randy's hairless balls away from his groin. The kid's
cock was rock hard. As he pulled to the threshold of pain, the
kid's knees reflexively came together.

Mike got two more lengths of cord and tied the kid's legs just
beneath the knee so he couldn't do that again. Then he cut
another piece or cord and tied it in a slip knot. He fitted it
over the little balls and pulled it tight.

He tugged on the rope until the kid groaned, then leaned close
and said, "You're mine now. My little slut." The kid was looking
at him with a compelling blend of anxiety and lust.

Mike got the clothespins off the bed and attached them to Randy's
tiny nipples. He had to stretch them out to get enough skin to
clip them on. The kid was breathing erratically and rolling his
head from shoulder to shoulder.

Then Mike got one of the boy's shoes and tied it to the string
dangling from the kid's balls. He set the length so the shoe did
not reach the floor in front of the chair. When he released it,
the kid made a series of sound: "Ngh. Ngh. Ngh."

He knew it needed to be a short session, so he said, "Open your
mouth."

Randy did so immediately. As he put his index finger past the
thin lips and somewhat crooked teeth, he said, "Keep your teeth
off my finger. Pretend it's a cock." He moved his finger across
the boy's tongue, then edged it back further in his throat. When
Randy gagged, Mike withdrew his finger. As soon as the boy
recovered, he reinserted his finger and repeated the process.

Mike stepped back and stripped off his shirt and shoes. He pushed
at the clothespins, again making the boy groan. He lightly
flicked the boy's finger-sized erection with his fingernail, and
was rewarded with a moan that was more pleasure than pain.

"You ready to see a real cock?"

"Yes, sir," the boy said with eager respect.

Mike undressed and stood before the boy with his dripping cock
inches from his face. Randy stared at the fiery cock, his mouth
gaping, his eyes glazed with lust. When Mike stepped closer, the
boy tipped his head back and opened his mouth wider. Mike grabbed
his hair and moved to let his erection smack against the boy's
cheeks. Then he tipped the kid's chair back so it rested at an
angle with the back of it pressed against the desk. He straddled
the kid and lowered his balls against Randy's chin.

"Lick my balls."

Randy really wasn't thinking very much by this point. His lust
had risen beyond any previous level, yet he had not had an
orgasm. In fact, his cock had gotten almost no attention. Still
it throbbed. The smell from the man's crotch was strong and
musky. A small part of him, still rational, knew that it wasn't a
very clean place to put his mouth. That only added to his arousal
as he licked Mike's balls with abandon.

Mike kicked at the shoe, making it swing so it sent flashes of
pain all through the boy's abdomen as his balls were tugged. The
kid ejaculated, sending a few spurts of nearly clear fluid across
his rounded abdomen. Mike gathered the fluid on his finger and
fed it to the boy. He smiled as the kid eagerly lapped all of his
own semen off the man's fingers.

Then Mike tipped the chair back upright and fed his cock into the
boy's eager face. Loud slurping noises accompanied the boy's soft
moans of lust. Mike ignored the inexperienced scraping of teeth
across his cock. Perhaps there would be time to teach the kid
another day. Just in case there was only today, he wanted to
shoot his load in the 13 year old's virgin ass.

"Does you mom have a bed I could tie you to?"

"Yes, sir."

Without any great effort, Mike picked the boy up, chair and all,
and carried him down the hall to his mother's bedroom. Randy
moaned as the tennis shoe bounced around, tugging at his tender
balls. Mike wasn't sure if the kid had ever lost his erection,
but he was sure it was at full strength as he set the chair in
the middle of the room.

She had a four-poster, which was ideal for binding someone face
down and spread-eagle. He lay the kid, still bound to the chair,
face down ont he mattress and untied his hands. Within a minute
he had tied one wrist to each of the posts at the head of the
bed. He then untied the boy's feet and carefully removed the
chair. The kid offered no resistance. Mike untied the rope around
the boy's scrotum and then tied his ankles to the posts at the
foot of the bed, pulling Randy's legs wide apart so access to his
opening would not be restricted.

Then Mike sat on the bed and leaned close to whisper in Randy's
ear. "Now you asshole is mine to use, and you can't do anything
about it." Randy's eyes were glazed with lust and he panted for
breath like an overheated dog. His hips moved sensuously,
grinding against the bed. When Mike touched the small circle of
pink tissue, the boy gasped and lifted his hips.

Without lubrication, he wormed his index finger inside the boy's
incredibly tight passage, each new millimeter of progress
accompanied by Randy's grunting and moaning. Mike's finger bumped
something and at first he thought it was a turd. When it became
clear it was not, he asked, "What is this?"

Randy quickly said, "Sorry, sir."

"What is it?"

"A hot dog, sir." The kid was humiliated to tears.

"You stuck a hot dog up your ass?"

"Yes, sir. I forgot about it when I couldn't get the knot untied.
Sorry, sir." "Use your muscles to push it out."

The kid's cheeks clamped tight and he grunted. The hot dog
suddenly emerged and quickly slid all the way out, landing on the
sheets. Mike said, "You deserve to be punished for this. What do
you suggest?"

"I don't know, sir."

Mike picked up the slimy hot dog and brought it to Randy's face.
"I think you should eat it."

Randy got a sort of dizzy look to him. His eyes fluttered. Then
he opened his mouth. Mike fed it to him, waiting patiently for
the kid to chew and swallow each small bite. Then he made Randy
lick his slick fingers.

He searched the nightstand and found a sexual lubricant called
Wet. He poured some on the boy's cleft and worked it in with his
fingers. He pressed two fingers inside the boy, who was making a
lot of noise, just as Mike preferred.

Mike was too turned on to wait any longer. He climbed onto the
bed and slicked his cock with the lubricant. "By the way, the
password is no longer valid. No matter what you say, I'm going to
fuck you. If you relax and surrender yourself to me, you will
enjoy yourself. If you fight it, it will hurt like hell."

Penetration came only after a lot of patience. The boy's lust and
eagerness, enabled it to occur at all. He made a lot of noise,
but never asked Mike to stop. It didn't take long for Mike to
empty his seed inside the bound boy's fundament. And even as he
poised in repose, keeping his slackening cock buried inside the
boy, the pressure of the tight sphincter was like a clenched
fist.

Mike withdrew gently, then began untying the boy. As Randy sat
up, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, Mike saw the
small wet spot where the boy's seed from his second orgasm had
spilled on the sheet. Pearly drops clung to his small growth of
straight black pubic hair. Mike took the clothespins off the
boy's nipples and rubbed his head.

"That was great, Randy. Thanks." Randy offered a toothy smile,
but no verbal response.

Mike went back to the boy's room and started to get dressed.
Randy followed him and asked, "Are we going to do it again
sometime?"

"How about if I pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow evening. I'll take
you out to dinner, then to a friend's house. He has a dungeon."

"Cool."