"UH OH"

BY VOIKOVE

The story you are about to read is entirely fictitious. No real
person, place or situation is portrayed. No story of mine
contains any real character, thing, place or situation. No story
of mine implies that I would like to see it or any part of it
happen in RL. My stories are simply an exercise of mind.

"Are you aware of what your kid is doing right now, lady?".
Charlie suddenly woke up from his half-dreaming mood. The toll
man had seen him!

The ten year old boy knew he was in heavy trouble. The toll booth
was high enough to let the man in it plainly see any possible
event that was taking place in the cars that passed by him.

Now let's try to understand the situation. Charlie's family was
on a long trip. Charlie was often hyperactive and easily got car
sick, so Mum and Dad had given him two little white pills. Those
pills usually solved the car sickness problem, but they made him
sleepy. And the trip was boring. And Charlie knew he couldn't
just read a comic book during the ride, otherwise car sickness
would have been back and worse. So he had found a way he could
entertain himself there in the back seat.

Let's be loyal, the toll man had no need to remark on the
situation. Charlie was half-asleep and enjoying his masturbation,
why that man had to mind someone else's business? And he had
observed cleverly, too, because Charlie's hand was just plainly
and silently working in his pants, nothing was showing but the
boy's hand discreetly slipped into the elastic waistband of his
gray beach shorts. Charlie wasn't wearing any underwear
underneath the light garment, he had walked to the beach with his
Speedo swimming pants and the shorts on, but after the bath he
couldn't keep his soaking wet swimwear on. So his shorts were
about all he was wearing, because he had slipped out of his
T-shirt as soon as he got into the car, and his plastic T-bar
style sandals had gone off at once too.

Behind the steering wheel, Mum was steamingly mad. As soon as the
car was on its way again, she just hissed "I've never felt so
humiliated in my whole life, young man". Charlie knew when Mum
was in that mood, it meant trouble.

Dad tried to talk Mum out of any awful thing she was planning for
Charlie, the usual "He's growing up and exploring his body"
rather than "The car sickness pills made him dizzy", and- - and
Dad said that. "- Besides, darling, we just cannot tie him up!".

Almost a minute of heavy silence followed, then Mum replied in a
strangely pleased tone, "Why not?".

"Uh oh", Charlie thought.

***

They arrived home and went to bed in the evening without saying
one word about the incidents. Charlie felt sick and forgot what
happened or what he heard this day.

The next day, a hot Sunday in midsummer, Charlie woke up early,
but his parents were already busy. Charlies father helped today
his brother by building a new house, his mother cleaned up their
house. Charlie brushed his teeth and took a shower. He didn't
realized that his mother brought the ironed towels into the
bathroom and saw him playing with himself under the shower. He
left the shower cubicle, dried his body and was surprised, all
his clothes disappeared. Charlie knew he had clean clothes with
him as he walked in. First he put the towel around his waist,
then he shyly opened the door.

"Mom?" he hollered downstairs during he walked along the corridor
in the second floor. There was no answer.

"Mom? Did you take my clothes?" but there was again no answer.

He shrugged his shoulders and walked into his room on the other
side of the corridor. Charlie was really surprised when he saw
his mother sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for her son.

"Ahm … Why are you sitting in my room?" He could feel the silence
in the room. "Mom, have you taken my clothes?"

"Yes son. You don't need them. Come here!" she ordered her son.

"I don't understand that. Why?"

"You'll see. Do what I say young man or you get house arrest."
She said with a strange voice and a more and more mad look.
Charlie knew his mom was angry, so he decided to do what she
wanted. He walked through his room, 5 steps and stood next to his
mom and saw as she took four ropes from the bed. He couldn't see
them before, the ropes laid behind her. Charlie's mum took his
arms without saying a word and tied a rope to each wrist. She was
very carefully that there was no slack between the rope and
Charlie's skin.

"Why are you doing this?" Charlie got frightened, nervous and
excited in the same time.

She ignored his question and tied the last two ropes to her sons
ankles, she stood up and ordered her son to lay down in the
middle of the bed. Charlie obeyed, he didn't know what was going
on, but he liked the feeling in his stomach, like a million
butterflies rumoured inside him. He laid spreadeagled on his bed
and looked his mum who tied the ropes to the four bedposts. She
looked that there was no slack, Charlie could hardly move, only
his hips a little. She tightened the ropes around his legs again
and now he was so hard stretched, he believed his arms and legs
were pulled out of their sockets. Slowly his wrists and ankles
began to hurt from the tight rope. His mom took care that she
didn't cut the circulation of the blood in his hands and feet,
but she wanted her son to be unable to move a millimetre.

Suddenly she tore the towel away, Charlie now laid naked in front
of his mother and unable to protect himself. He was a little bit
embarrassed, she saw him naked before but not in such a
situation. He felt his penis came erected, that was not what he
wanted, but he was so excited of the feeling being helpless and
naked tied spreadeagled and everybody could see his body if there
weren't only his mother. She sat down next to him and laid her
hand on his small chest, Charlie was extremely surprised.

"I know what you think. Why I'm doing this? Yes, your father said
that you are in an age in which you must explore your body, I say
a ten year old boy should play with the playstation and not with
his thingie down there. I told you that yesterday in the car, you
didn't listen, today you played with yourself in the shower."

"Ahm, no … I …"

"No match Charlie. I saw you. I've to do a lot of work today, the
house must be clean for the guests tonight, you know that and
I've no time to watch on you. I think tying you up in your room
is the only way to prevent your dirty play."

"But…"

"No discussion son, this is my decision. And also that you have
to stay naked. If you want cover your sex in order to hide it, it
will mean denying both your sin and your temptation to touch your
own body, specially your private parts."

"No, Mom, you can't tie me up. Mom. I swear I won't do it again."

His mother rolled her eyes. She searched for something on the
ground: "Open your mouth." She ordered to her son.

"Mom, please, you can't tie me up the whole day. Mom …"

"Stop young man. I've said open your mouth, and do that as wide
as possible."

"Why?"

"I'll also gag you."

"But why?" Charlie asked with his now scared voice.

"I don't wanna hear your whining and pleading. I have to work.
Now Open."

Charlie obeyed his mother, she shoved a clean sportsock in his
mouth, took a silver duct tape and wrapped it 5 times around his
head to hold the sock deep in his mouth. Only silent 'Mmpphhs'
came from his mouth. His mother instructed him to be motionless,
she laid on each of his eyes a smaller sock and bound them with
the second long sport sock behind his head to hold the two on his
eyes in place, that closed his eyes completely, all Charlie saw
was black. Fast he tried with movements from his head to slip the
blindfold off. She took the duct tape again and stuck the sock on
his head, she knew it would make problems with his blond hairs,
but they were very short and she didn't care about a little pain
on when she pulls the blindfold away.

"Charlie, I only added this blindfold to teach you the value of
modesty."

She thought about what to do, this was her son, but he must learn
not to do such things. Her hands touched his exposed body, she
stroked his arms down to his hairless pits, there she tickled
him. Charlie couldn't help, he laughed through his gag. His
mother moved on and stroked his chest, specially his nipple, down
to the belly button, in case of his stretched position she could
feel his ribs. He wasn't thin, he was a usual kid at the age of
ten, with an average body and short blond hairs. Her fingers
circled round his belly button and then stroked his legs, up and
down to his feet. Now Charlie got a full erection, he liked the
feeling of being touched like this. His mother took his balls in
her hand and played with his penis. Charlie's laughs turned into
soft moans, then she stopped the playing.

"Charlie, I know you like that, but god hasn't give you that to
have only sexual pleasure, it is for making kids. I think our
Reverend should explain you that. I don't want you playing with
it, so forget this feelings."

She stood up, took the stuff she didn't need anymore and the
towel. "I'm going to clean up the house and you wait here
well-behaved. Till later sweetie."

"Mmmmppphhhhhhh" Charlie moaned back, no, he didn't want to lie
here tied up the whole day, he liked this feeling, but not the
whole day. He heard she closed the door and then some cleaning
noises outside, later he heard the hover from downstairs. Charlie
wriggled a little bit, his mother had tied him really well. He
had a full erection, he could feel his pulse on his aching prick.
All he wanted was to touch it, but his mother had solved the
problem, how could he live out his hobby.

He waited and waited, sometimes he thought he lay there for 2
days, his limbs became numb, the whole time in this stretched
position was hard, slowly he became hungry and thirsty. Charlie
hoped his mother will let him take lunch.

Suddenly she opened the door: "Honey, I got a call from your
uncle, it was an accident on the site, I had to go quickly. No
time to free you, I must drive immediately. I'll send you a
babysitter to do that. Bye sweetie." And she closed to door.

Charlie moaned in her direction, he couldn't believe it, a
babysitter should see him in this situation, no, he didn't want
that. And what happened to his father, there was an accident,
what happened, why didn't she say a word about it? He wriggled as
much as his bonds allowed him and moaned loud through his gag.
Then he heard the front door and the car. She was away.

Half an hour later Charlie heard the door again, some steps on
the stairs, next the door in his room was opened. Then he heard
Sindys voice: "Oh my god, I can't believe it. Your mom said your
are naked and tied in your room, but I didn't believed it.
Great."

She sat down on the bed, Charlie felt the bed sag on the right
side, next he felt her hands touching his naked chest, her hands
wandered down to his private parts. She is a nice girl from the
same street, 13 years old, long red hair, wonderful soft body.
Sometimes she babysat Charlie and he was a real brat, most of the
time he annoyed her. Charlie didn't like it that a 13 year old
girl saw him naked and touched him.

Then she stopped and stood up. What was she doing? Sindy took her
mobile and called Charlies mother: "Hello Mrs. Morgan, Sindy
here. You have said if I've time I could babysit him also over
the night, so you have no problems with the guests, specially now
with the accident from your husband. ….. No I have no school, I
can also sit him the next days, maybe weeks if there is a problem
with Mr. Morgan. …. Oh, yes ok, we'll talk about it when you come
back, but I have called for one question. I freed Charlie and he
wanted me to touch his penis, I want to ask if I can explain to
him with the same devices as yours that this is not okay, also a
little punishment. I mean this is a condition that I sit him for
this low price."

Punishment? Same devices? Charlie couldn't believe it, she lies
in front of him. He moaned to get her or his mothers attention,
but what he heard wasn't good: "Yes Mrs. Morgan, I understand, no
blood, no damages, no visible bruises or scratches, yes, apart
from that I can do what I want to make a well-behaved boy. Thank
you. Take your time, I'll handle this."

Charlie was scared, he began to struggle and moan again. He felt
Sindys hands on his lowerlegs: "Ok, you have heard it. Now you
will do what I say. I think I'll play a little bit with you, but
only for my pleasure. Let me think, what could be our first
experiment?" Sindy left the room.

He couldn't believe it. And all this because he played with his
willie on the backseat of the car. What will come next? What will
Sindy do with him??

***

Charlie laid there naked, spreadeagled tied, gagged and
blindfolded and waited for his babysitter. This phonecall didn't
make him happy, he concentrated himself on every noise he could
hear, but there was nothing. With time he got bored, the thought
about trying to masturbate in bondage crossed his mind also, but
not in this bondage. Charlie could hardly move his hips, so
getting pleasure was not in possible.

Sindy came back in the room and walked over to the helpless boy.
Charlie began moaning again, he was a little bit scared, he
played a lot of tricks on Sindy and now he was in her power. What
would she do? He found it out.

"Today is my Pay Day." Was all Sindy said. Charlie felt her hands
on his chest, she played with his nipples until they rose a
little under her touch. Next she put a clothespin on each nipple.
Charlie screamed through his gag, he didn't expect that. But
Sindy wasn't finished yet. She put some more clothespins on the
skin of his balls. He had a very tight ball sack like all preteen
boys which hadn't reached the puberty. There was hardly loose
skin on his ball sack, but Sindy managed it to put 3 clothespins
on it and also 4 clothespins on the loose skin of his erection, 2
on each side. Charlie screamed really hard as Sindy worked on his
private parts. Sindy had no more ideas and she didn't want to
annoy Charlies parents so all she did was put a clothespin on
each boy's toe.

"I think that's enough at this time." With this words she left
the room. Charlie felt the constant pressure on his nipples,
balls and penis. It was a great feeling and pain at the same
time. Charlie wriggled around, some of the clothespins on the
toes left his body, but not the other. He had the feeling it got
more and more pain with the time. After nearly an hour he began
moaning and screaming as best as he could. His constant erection
began to hurt, he needed to release himself off. Why his mother
hates him this much?

Now it was midday and Sindy came to feed the poor boy. She found
him moaning and wriggling at the same place as she left him. She
walked over to him silently so he didn't recognized her. Sindy
studied his body, now she recognized what a beautiful boy she
always had babysitted. He had a well formed body, she loved his
hairless armpits and the nice stomach with this cute small belly
button. His legs seamed to be bigger when they laid flat on the
bed. But sometimes he was a really brat, and now she was nasty.

"It's ok, I'm here to help. Stop struggling." Charlie startled,
he hadn't heard her come in. Sindy put the clothespins away and
Charlie screamed with every spin. And next she moved his
blindfold and then the gag away, this was a mistake, Charlie
began to scream.

"Fuck, untie me, I want away from my bed. I've been lying for 3
hours here."

"Hey shut up little brat. Talk only one more time in this tone to
me and you'll lie the whole day and night here, naked tied and
gagged and without any food. Understood?"

Charlie was now a little bit more quiet: "Sorry, but it's hard to
be tied this way."

"Oh Charlie, I think you don't know what other ways exist to tie
a boy like you. Now I'll feed you."

"You will feed me when I lay on the bed. I can't eat this way."

Sindy thought about it: "Okay, I untie you completely and you
came down. I don't feel like feeding you."

"What happened to my dad? Nobody said a word!" suddenly Charlie
asked.

"Nothing really bad. Your mom said he fell down on the site and
had a broken arm and leg. Don't worry, that heals." During this
she untied his feet, then the arms came loose. Charlie rubbed the
places where the ropes touched his soft skin, next he moved up
and down, forth and back to get a feeling back in his numb limbs.

"Come on, the spaghetti is getting cold." Sindy shouted to him
from the stairs.

First Charlie searched for some clothes, but she saw him still
naked, so he decided to eat also naked. He ran into the kitchen
and he bolted his meal down. He left the kitchen without saying a
word and ran into the bathroom and on the toilet. After he was
finished and looked himself in the mirror, he got the urge to
play with himself again. Charlie lay down on the edge of the
bathtub and began masturbating. Soon he got his full erection and
his breathing became hard, with the free hand he moved up and
down his body. Then the door was opened and his mother stood in
the door with open mouth and shocked eyes.

'SHIT, I forgot to lock.' Charlie thought: 'Now I'm in big
trouble.'

"I can't believe it young man." His mother shouted: "I came home
form the hospital, sent your babysitter home for a while, she
said you left her 10 minutes ago into the bathroom and now I
found you doing it again."

"Ahm, I can explain it mom, I…"

"I don't want hear your explanations." She grabbed Charlie by his
arm and pulled him out of the bath and downstairs: "I think I
must teach you stricter what I mean."

"What is with dad?"

"He had a broken arm, a broken leg, and 2 broken rips. He must
stay in the hospital over night. Tomorrow I'll bring him home.
Now he needs help and I can't keep my eyes the whole day on you.
Wait here."

She left him standing naked in the living room. 5 minutes later
she returned with a lot of ropes and other stuff and a
high-backed chair. Charlie knew what now was coming. His mother
placed the chair near the wall, she took Charlies arms, bend them
on his back and tied his wrists and elbows together.

"Please mom, no more bondage for today!" Charlie begged, but she
ignored him.

She led him to the chair: "Sit down. I hold your arms behind the
back." Charlie obeyed, his butt didn't reached the seat as his
armpits fitted the high back of the chair.

"Argh … Mom that hurts in my pits and shoulders, please stop!"
Charlie wailed. His mother tied the arms to the back, she turned
around and placed his legs on the side of the chair. She put his
feet to the back legs of the chair. Charlie was forced to stand
on his toes and the ball of the feet. She tied his ankles to the
back legs. His knees touched the front legs a little bit over the
middle of the leg, there she tied his knees to the legs. He must
stand in a painful crouch, his legs were spread apart and his
testicles and penis swung a little bit over the seat.

"Ahhhh … mom, stop it, it really hurts. Mom."

She tied with some more ropes his thighs to the chair and then
his chest and arms more to the back. She put a new sock in his
mouth and taped it on, then she blindfolded him again.

"I think you haven't learned how glad you have to be to have a
healthy body. Your dad stays in the hospital, I must finish
cleaning up the house and prepare everything for the guests, and
all you think is playing with your willie. NO. You stay here tied
to the chair in the living room till evening. Then Sindy will
came back and will help you to bed. I don't want to hear your
whining. You must learn the value of modesty and you must learn
what your body is for and is not for. And don' try to pee inhere,
if you must, hold it back. I must hurry up. Be seeing you."

With that explanation she left her son naked, tied to a chair,
gagged and blindfolded back in the living room. Now all his
muscles began to hurt. Standing in this crouch was difficult, and
the urge to masturbate came back. His mother caught him too
early, he hadn't finished. He didn't know what was more terrible,
the strict bondage or the urge in his balls.

As usual he wriggled around, tried to loose some ropes or to free
himself completely, but also as usual there was no match. He
could do nothing, his body hurt more and more, from minute to
minute. Charlie thought it couldn't get worse, but it could.
After a while he began crying, the socks on his eyes soaked up
his tears. His mother ignored it, she had to do her work and her
son must learn not to touch his body.

What would happen if someone visits him or his mother, what would
happen if someone could see him naked through the window. Charlie
was embarrassed. His heartbeat began racing when he thought that
a stranger could see him naked. Sweat covered his body, now he
didn't thought about masturbating, all he thought was how long he
must suffer the pain, but the most of the time he had an
erection. The feeling of helplessness and being naked all the
time turned him on. He was in the swinteam in his school and he
had a great body for a ten year old.

"Hi sweety, you are doing well!" His mother asked when she passed
him: "Okay it's 7 p.m. I hope Sindy will came soon, she must sit
you. My guest arrive in half an hour."

Charlie began struggling when she talked with him. 7 o'clock?
Holy shit, he was 5 hours bound to the chair.

Suddenly he heard the bell. Oh god, maybe the first guest were
arriving and will see him naked and helpless. Charlie struggled
more and more, then he listened to the voices.

"Sorry Mrs. Morgan, I'm late, my boyfriend wanted …" Sindy tried
to explain.

"It's okay. You are early enough. You know, these guests are
maybe future investors in my store and my husband is in the
hospital, so I must do all the work."

"Yes, sure I understand. I asked my mom. She said I can sleep
overnight here. You must go to the store and to your husband in
the afternoon. I can sit Charlie in the morning, but I don't know
about the afternoon. My mom meant she need me maybe and tell me
that tomorrow. So…"

"Oh that's okay, we will see tomorrow. Maybe I'll take Charlie
with me. All I want is that he is not alone all evening and
morning. I have no time, he is only ten and you know, I don't
want him touching himself."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. He is in the living room, tied to a chair. Please untie
him, bring him upstairs, you know, bathroom, lunch and then I
hope you can keep him busy. You also can watch TV in the parents'
bedroom."

"Don't worry Mr. Morgan, I'll handle that."

And she did as told. First she untied him, god was he glad to
move his arms and legs again, she led him to the bathroom and
they ate pizza. Then she thought about what to do with Charlie.
He began a pillow fight, he wanted revenge for the clothespins on
his nipples and sex. He hit her bad on the back of the head.
Sindy was annoyed and after a few minutes she knew what to do.

Ten minutes later she stood by the closed door of Charlies room
and looked to the big window opposite. Charlie was naked again,
had a big sockgag in his mouth and stood spreadeagled tied in
front of the window. She managed it in the way that she tied his
ankles to the heater, gladly it was cold otherwise it would be
too hot for Charlie, and his wrists were tied to the pole from
the curtain. Sindy put the curtain and the net curtain away. One
last time she looked at him, from the back he looked also great,
he had little tan and the white ass looked really nice when
Charlie struggled against his bonds. Sindy switched off the light
and switched on her flashlight, she walked to Charlie and opened
the shudders. Charlie screamed in his gag.

"Okay boy, nobody can see you, I think. But if I switch on the
light everybody outside can see you. I went into your parents'
room and watch 'The Patriot', if you are well-behaved I'll retie
you later and bring you in your bed, if not I'll switch on the
light and all your mom's guests will see you. Do you want that?"

Charlie shook his head no.

"Are you now a nice boy!"

Charlie nodded yes.

He had again an erection, obvious he liked to be tied and
helpless. She took his erection in her hands, Charlies whole body
spasmed from the touch: "I know you like it, but your mom said
you are not allowed to get it. See you later."

Sindy left the room, the door was slightly ajar. Charlie could
here the racket and laughs from the first floor. He hoped that
nobody could see him and nobody would switch the light on.

***

Charlies heart raced, every time when a car passed by his house
or people walked in or out of the house he believed they could
see his exposed body. The whole time he had an erection, Charlie
wanted to jerk off, but no relief was achieveable. Sometimes he
thought about pulling strong enough with his arms and tear the
pole out of the wall. It wouldn't have been his fault, because
Sindy tied him to it, but he had enough problems at this time, he
didn't want more. So he stood naked at the window and his heart
skipped a beat every time he saw the lights of a new car.

At 10 p.m. he heard his mother calling for Sindy on the stairs.
She wanted to look for her son, if he was all right. Then he
heard footsteps near his room and some people left the house, oh
god, they'll turn the light on and everybody will see him.
Charlie struggled and moaned, sweat appeared on his body,
suddenly he heard Sindy's voice: "I'm watching him Mrs Morgan,
while you say goodbye to your guests."

"Oh that's nice. Thank you Sindy." His mother answered.

Next Charlie heard the movement of the door, he thought about
pulling the pole out of the wall, then Sindy appeared next to
him: "That was close. I think you should go to bed now." Then
Sindy closed the shutters. That took a load off his mind, now he
was save.

Sindy switched on the light and stood behind him, she caressed
his shoulders, down his back, then she massaged his cute butt and
went with her hands to the front above his stomach, she played
with his nipples and then she tickled his armpits. Charlie tensed
and laughed during her touches. She stopped and freed him from
that position. After toilet time, she brought him into his bed
and prepared the ropes to tie him.

"Ohh no, you can't tie me overnight. I can't sleep when I'm
stretched."

"But your mother said you must be tied, otherwise you could play
with yourself during the night."

"And what happened if the house burns? I'll burn tied to my bed."

"Ok, I offer you a deal. I won't tie you tight, only firmly
enough to prevent you from jerking off. No gag, so you can call
me. I'm sleeping in the guestroom next to you, so I'm really
near. Have we a deal?"

"Ok, we have."

Charlie jumped onto the bed and Sindy did as told, she covered
him up, gave him a good night kiss and left him. He was
spreadeagled tied to the bed again, but not extremely stretched,
but his arms and legs were fixed in their place. A few minutes
later his mother came in and wished him a good night, she looked
if the bonds were enough, first she was not amused how slack the
ropes were, but she didn't tight them. She left the room and
Charlie was alone, no he could try to sleep in this position.

It was really hard, he couldn't move around or lay on his side.
The longer he laid like this the number his back became. Charlie
closed his eyes and thought about what things could happen. The
house could burn, or the roof break down, or worse, what if some
man saw him tied in front of the window and knew about his
predicament? As soon as Charlie got to sleep, this man would have
climbed into his room and before Charlie could react, he would
put the hand on his mouth and abused him in his own house, while
his mother and Sindy were sleeping in other rooms, or even worse
the man could have kidnapped him and keep him bound in a cellar
to a table and use him as a sex slave till he get too old and
then …. Charlie heard unusual noises, the creaking from the
window, he raised his head, his heart raced, sweat covered his
forehead, nothing, everything was like it was before, only one
thing had changed …. Charlie saw a 3 ½ inch tent in the blanket
at the level of his crotch. Holy shit, the thought from being
abused from a stranger turned him really on, be naked and
helpless and everybody else could do what they want. Then he came
down and talked himself into not wanting this, he knew, if
someone kidnap him, it would not be pleasure for him, only for
the kidnapper.

******

At round about 11 o'clock he woke up with a loud scream. He
dreamed he hung naked and spreadeagled tied against a wall and a
stranger whose face he couldn't see did bad things to him and at
least he pointed a knife to his crotch. He realised that he was
at home and safe, just too safe, he was still safely tied to the
bed. Sindy ran into his room with a pale face:

"What happened? Why are you screaming?" she asked with trembling
voice.

Charlie smiled as he saw how concerned Sindy was: "Nothing. Bad
dream. Where is mom?"

Sindy came slowly down: "God, you frightened me. I thought
something terrible happened. Your mom is in the store, she'll
come here after lunch and you'll ride together to your dad." She
noticed the huge tent on the bed. Charlie saw in which direction
she looked and his face turned red.

"Do you need the toilet." Sindy smiled now back.

"Um … yes … I … Ple"

"Not so nervous." She interrupted him. She untied Charlie and led
him to the bathroom. There he brushed his teeth, used the toilet
and took a shower, the whole time under the control from Sindy,
as she's been told for the morning.

Both went down into the kitchen, Charlie was still naked and had
been for nearly two days now. He got a microwaved frozen pizza,
he liked pizza. Both ate quick, they were really hungry. Then
Sindy got a phonecall from her boyfriend on the mobile, during
her long talk she noticed that Charlie had his right hand under
the table near his crotch area:

"…. Let's talk later, I see the little worm is doing it again.
We'll see later. Bye baby!" she told her friend.

Charlie was depressed, she had caught him again, so he waited for
what she was planning know for him. It was nothing bad, she tied
his wrists behind his back with his hands palm to palm, then she
led him into the living room, placed him on the couch and turned
the TV on. Charlie watched some cartoons and Sindy cleaned the
kitchen.

After some time Charlie looked down, at his chest and his nipples
and on his private parts. He was getting hard and horny again, he
thought about jerking off, but how? He stood up and positioned
himself with the crotch on the armrest of the couch and began
rubbing back and forth. His penis get more hard and he felt the
urge and pleasure building up in his body. He rubbed his prick
faster over the armrest, slowly sweat covered his face, now his
was in a sexual trance, only a few more movements and he would
come.

Then he heard his mother's voice: "That's really unbelievable, he
is tied up and still tries to masturbate." Charlie looked behind
himself and saw his mother and Sindy standing and watching him.
Sindy shook her head.

"Sit down and wait." His mother instructed him in a strange voice
and Charlie obeyed. She brought Sindy to the door, Charlie could
hear them talking about something. He knew now he was in really
bad trouble. Fuck, why hadn't he heard her coming home, he was so
excited that he didn't heard the front door. Now it was too late.

His mother returned with a huge bag, which she throw on the
floor. She stood in the middle of the living room and ordered her
son to come closer. She checked the rope on his wrists: "And that
girls call this a good protection, that's ridiculous. I see that
you always try to masturbate, ok, I wanted to take you and visit
your dad with me, but you could try it in the car or in the
hospital. No, now I'll bind you in a way that'll leave you really
helpless. I think now I must show you the Coutts' Twist!"

"What's that mom?"

"You'll see."

She untied his wrists and told him to stretch his arms out to his
left and right. She took a really long rope, put the two ends
together and went to the other side of the rope, so she got the
middle point of the rope. She put it against the back of
Charlie's neck. Next she brought both ends in front of him and
threaded each end of the rope on each shoulder. Each rope went
under the corresponding armpit toward Charlie's back. She crossed
them there behind his back, but didn't knot it. She brought the
ends of the rope in front again and threaded them between
Charlie's legs on each side of his testicles, there up again
behind him. There she pulled very hard on both ends, Charlie
groaned as the rope forced his shoulders back and cut into the
soft skin between his legs. She told him to lower his arms and
tied each rope to the corresponding wrist, there was some rope
left on each wrist, she brought it in front of Charlie again and
knotted it about there. Charlie couldn't reach this one knot with
his fingers, he felt how strict this bondage was. Each hand
rested nicely against the center of the corresponding butt cheek.

His mother looked for other ropes and continued her work. First
she tied his elbows together, so his chest and his nipples were
forced forward. She connected a rope to the wrists and tied it up
to the elbow-tie as protection from gliding up or down. Next she
tied a rope to the ropes which crossed his back, she connected it
in the middle and pushed the rope up and bound it to the rope
behind his neck. Two other ropes were tied to the elbow-tie, the
first were tied to the crossed section, the other to the neck.
Now he could hardly move, he felt that his mother hadn't lied to
him, so he was really helpless.

She forced him on the floor and on his back, in real he laid on
his arms, his chest looked really stretched. His mother took new
rope and wrapped a lot around his ankles and tied it off, with a
second rope between his legs around the ankle-tie she tightened
the ropes. She bent his legs down and tied the knees above and
below and the thighs the same way. Squatting down, she looked
that she didn't cut of his circulation if she hogtied him and
this was the next. She rolled him on his stomach and brought his
ankles to his wrists, placed his feet between the hands, so his
heels touched his butt cheeks and tied the left ankle to the left
wrist and the right ankle to the right wrist. Now Charlie was in
an unmoveable hogtie. She took a last rope, tied it to his big
toes and tied them back to the elbow-tie. Charlie felt his penis
under his stomach, this feeling when his mother did this to him
turned him on again. Then she left the room, nobody had said a
word.

Charlie tested his bonds a little bit as his mother returned with
two black things in her hand: "Charlie, why do you think I know
how to tie up a boy like you?"

"I don't know mom."

"My father tied up me and my brother, you know uncle Sam, a lot
of times, also to prevent that we play with ourselves or
together. He taught me the bondage stuff and I learned a lot. He
said in the future I'll have a child which I had to teach too.
Now I see he was right."

She showed him the things in her hand. It was a black leather
blindfold with to straps on each side, the left had a lot of
holes, the right was shorter and had a buckle as by a belt only
smaller. The other thing was a big black ball gag with the same
straps on each side and a small ring on the left strap, which was
moveable.

She continued talking: "My father tied me and Sam nearly every
day for years till I understood what he wanted. He bought a lot
of things to do that, these two things my mother made by herself,
in case there weren't a lot of S&M-stores around. This blindfold
and gag he used over 20 years ago on me and Sam. Now it is for
you and this is good handiwork, it wouldn't tear." Charlie was
scared, he didn't want such a professional bondage on him, he
begged for relief: "Ohh, mom plea … mmhhh."

With this she forced the huge ball in his small mouth, pressed
the ball behind his teeth and bound it with the buckle behind his
head. Charlie looked a little bit shocked. Next she put the
blindfold on and looked that both sit perfect on his head. She
took a rope, threaded it through the ring on the ball gag behind
his back, brought the rope to his ankles, pulled and tied it of.
Charlies head was forced back and the gag deeper in his mouth. He
groaned and now he tried to wriggle, but it was over. "Listen
Charlie!" his mother shouted and he stopped: "I'm now going
visiting dad, you wait her on the carpet and do nothing. If you
must on the toilet, hold it back, if you pee on the carpet or
worse I swear you, the next time I'll find something that you
aren't able to pee. I'll try to get someone who can watch you,
but I don't know when I'll find them. In the worst case that's
bye-bye till tonight. Bye honey."

With these words she left him, Charlie began struggling and
moaning again in a very strenuous fight, and he began to sweat
profusely, the air on this summer Monday was really hot and dry,
perfect for sweating, but it didn't help him to get relief. His
mother was already gone and he could hear the noises around him,
but didn't know what everything was. He couldn't move an inch,
his shoulders were pulled high, his body was forced in a bow,
only his stomach and a little bit of his chest and thighs touched
the carpet. He felt his penis had become hard again, but he
couldn't rub himself on the floor, he couldn't move his arms or
legs, rolling around was impossible, he felt the rope in his pits
as they fixed his upperbody in one position. His feet felt limp,
the rope around the toes kept them in a pointed position and his
head hurt from the bizarre position. Sometimes he muffledly cried
out through his gag, saliva ran down his chin and dropped on the
floor. What would happen if a s tranger found him in this
predicament, he was an easy booty. This only made him more horny,
he tried to wriggle again, it was only midday and the urge in his
balls was terrible. All what he wanted was relief, but how? Now
he knew what the Coutts' Twist was …..

***

Now it must be days Charlie believed after his mother left him in
the Coutts' Twist, Charlie couldn't believe how numb his whole
body was. Surely, his mother knew how painful such a bondage
becomes after one or two hours, she was tied in the same way as a
child, but she also knew that humans only learn when they feel
pain, so this was the only way to teach her son, he must feel the
pain. And he did, he was now on a point that the pain from his
muscles was the only thing he was feeling, in his world now this
pain was the only thing he felt in his whole life, but that was
not the worst. His penis was still erect and forced down under
his body and his root pressed against his bladder. Charlie tried
to think about other stuff, but all he knew was that he must go
to the toilet, his bladder felt like there were 5 litres in it
and all he wanted was to pee. Charlie remembered what his mother
said before she left him, and he didn't want to get anything
worse. His 10 year old m ind was too naοve to imagine what his
mother could have done to him to punish him for peeing on the
floor. He tried to hold it back, that was all he did the last
hours.

Suddenly Charlie heard a creak. What was that? The next thing he
heard were footsteps. Oh God, a stranger was in the house, maybe
a robber and he was there lying naked and helpless on the floor.
Or it was his mother. Was it already dark outside? Maybe, Charlie
could swear he has been tied for 10 hours. That could not be his
mother, those weren't steps of a woman's shoes. Then Charlie felt
a hand exploring his exposed body, he shuddered. Oh God, could
that person rape him? What a rape is he knew already. He began
wriggling on the floor, he forgot his urge to pee, 2 more minutes
and the urine would have soaked the carpet. The person walked
around him and felt his whole nakedness. Charlie couldn't realize
where this person stood now. He felt hands behind his back, on
the blindfold, these hands worked on the knot behind his head,
and suddenly his blindfold come lose.

Charlie looked up, his view completely dull, his eyes had to
first get used to the new lighting conditions. After a few
moments his view was nearly clear and he saw the man kneeling in
front of him. It was Mr. Wellington, a neighbour three houses
down the street.

"Well, well!" Charlie could hear Mr. Wellington say: "First I
couldn't believe what you mother told me on the phone, but I was
curious if it was true. Well, it is true. You know that you are a
stupid boy?"

Charlie looked surprised in Mr. Wellington's face: "Every boy
your age masturbates, or let us say nearly every boy, but you are
the only one which gets caught on the act more times on one
weekend." Mr. Wellington shook his head: "Unbelievable." Charlie
didn't know which reaction was good in this situation, but there
were not many options. He was still tied and naked, and couldn't
move an inch . "Do you need the toilet, son?" Mr. Wellington
asked. Charlie tried to nod, he had already tears in his eyes.

Mr. Wellington laughed: "Okay, I'll help you." He walked to the
side of the boy and untied the rope between the boy's ankles and
the ballgag. Charlie's head hit the floor with a loud thud
followed by a loud moan through his gag.

"Opps. I think your muscles are really numb." He took the boy's
head in his hands, lifted it up and looked in his eyes:
"Everything ok? Have I hurt you?" Charlie tried to react, now he
had many tears in his eyes: "I'm sorry, we should finish this
now."

After he laid his head back he untied Charlie's legs completely.
Then he stood him up and brought him to the toilet. Charlie was a
little bit confused, he thought that Mr. Wellington also would
untie his upper body. He controlled the boy on the toilet and
cleaned him really carefully, wiping the penis down with toilet
paper after that. Charlie was extremely embarrassed as Mr.
Wellington took his hard penis in his right hand helping Charlie
to aim. Charlie had the big black ball still in his mouth, so he
was unable to tell Mr. Wellington what he needed.

He was led back into the living room and forced to lay on his
stomach. Mr. Wellington tied Charlie's legs crossed and tied them
to his wrists. Again hogtied, but not so strict as before, but
still unable to make himself cum. Next he was blindfolded.
"Charlie, I know you need relief. As I said, I also was once in
your age and I know how hard it is when you have a huge pressure
on your balls and you are not able to get it off. So in a normal
situation I would be pleased to help you and make you come, but I
promised your mother not to do. Sorry, you have to wait for
another chance."

Mr. Wellington took place on the couch and switched the TV on.
Charlie could hear the sound from a old 'Love Boat' episode. He
didn't like that ol' show, he was glad that he was blindfolded.
He thought what about Mr. Wellington said, the idea of an adult
male who was touching his private during he was helpless bound
and could do nothing turned him on more and more. Now he laid on
he monster hard cock, he hoped Mr. Wellington would change his
mind and jerk him off. That must be a cool picture, a round about
40 year old man jerks off a 10 year old tied naked boy.

Suddenly he realized that he had a full erection again. Why
turned him this idea so on? Charlie had the idea that he maybe
was gay. No, he didn't believed that, he always looked on women
and girls when he was outside. Maybe he was bi. But what was with
Mr. Wellington? Was this big man gay? Why did he talk about
touching a boy's penis? Charlie coundn't stop himself thinking
about it.

After 30 minutes when only the audio from the TV set could be
heard Charlie suddenly could hear Mr. Wellington telling him:
"Charlie, I still remember that you're been a really naughty boy
this year!" Charlie was not sure about what to think after this
sentence, he felt a lump in his throat. What was going to happen
next?

"I mean, I know that you had thrown stones after my two dogs -
more than one time. Even after I had told you to stop that. I
think since you're in that predicament, it is time for a little
revenge."

Charlie swallowed hard. He was scared again, what did this man
want to do, he wanted to tell him that he was sorry, but that
stupid gag made him helplessly mute.

"Well, well. What do you think about that. I like going biking.
We might go out for a bike hike with you tied on my bike, so
everybody can see you naked there, friends, neighbours and
schoolmates. What do you think about that?"

Charlie made up a fuss, he wriggled on the floor and cried in his
gag as loud as he could.

"Is that a yes?" Mr. Wellington asked in a mocking tone.

Charlie shook his head, he began to sweat again. All he hoped was
that Mr. Wellington was just joking. He'd have died in such a
situation.

"Ohhhh, I have a better idea. We'll drive around the block and
then I let you off in the park, then you can run home obviously
all naked, arms tied and gagged. But be careful, there are some
ugly ol' men in the park who like small boys like you. Ohh, maybe
you like it to get raped from a ugly old man in the park. What
about that?"

Charlie struggled more and more, he was really scared.

"Ohh, ohh, ohh. Full stop, I've got a better idea. Mrs. Chelly,
you know, next to me, has a 10 year old daughter, Susan. Do you
know her? I might invite her here, so she'll see you naked and
tied and play with your body, then she can lend you some clothes
and we'll go shopping together with you dressed like a girl, your
arms tied and a foot-long hobble at your ankles, so you won't run
away. What about that?"

"Mhhhhh …. Mhhhhh …. Mhhhhh" was all which came back from the
floor. This and extremely struggling, but in the Coutts' Twist it
still looked like a fish out of the water in his last breaths.

"Oh, you will look like a sweety little bunny. We'll dress you
that nobody who knows you can see at the first sight who you are
and everybody will believe you are a girl. What about a tube-top,
a miniskirt, and high heels. Oh oh, we also put make-up on you
and lipstick. Maybe we find a wig for you. Charlie, you should
let grow your hairs. Then you will become quite a nice little
girl."

There was no sound from the floor. He gave up, he was so scared.

"And you won't wear panties, sure. And if you won't behave we'll
show everyone your pee-pee right there in the mall!" Mr.
Wellington added and realized that was got a hard-on at this
idea.

Charlie came back to life after that, he struggled again: "Mhhhh
…. Mhhhh" came again from the helpless boy.

"I guess this was a yes. Thank you Charlie that you allow me
that."

Charlie was completely despaired, he wanted to get jerked off, he
would have died if Mr. Wellington and Susan had done such a thing
to him around bound and dressed up as a girl. But he wasn't going
anywhere that way, he was tied to tight. Mr. Wellington's mind
raced, he knew he would never had done anything like that, first
he would get into deep problems about going public, second he
promised Charlie's mother to watch the boy, not to do such bad
stuff to him. Suddenly he got an idea about something he could
actually do and later blackmail the boy about it so he would
never tell it his parents. That was it!

Mr. Wellington snapped his fingers, stood up and left the living
room, Charlie believed he was phoning Mrs. Chelly to get her
daughter here. He let his head down on the floor, his pits,
shoulders and arms extremely sore from the strict bondage he had
been suffering for about 5 hours now. Tears again built up in his
eyes and slowly he cried in his blindfold.

But only a few moments later he heard Mr. Wellington entering the
living room again: "Oh Stop crying. I thought you were a boy,
boys don't cry!" Then he untied the blindfold and Charlie's feet
and stood him up.When Charlie's legs were released from the
bondage and he stood again first he violently staggered and he
needed some help in order to stay up till the muscles in his legs
recovered. Mr. Wellington thought about how easily a kid can
recover from such strict bondage pose - any adult'd have just
needed a hospital bed after such a treatment, he knew that.
Charlie looked scared into the man's face. Mr. Wellington led the
boy to the back of the house and outside into the garden. Again
Charlie began to struggle, he tried to run back into the house,
but had no chance against the strength of an adult. He was scared
that somebody could see him, maybe a person in a near house who
purely by chance stood on a window. That would be unbelievable
embarrassing.

Charlie looked nervously around in order to see if anybody
happened by, he was so scared to be seen. But even in that case,
how could he hide or cover himself, all bound up and firmly held
as he was?

It was a usual backyard for its size, but not for its vegetation.
Many trees were there, it looked like a jungle. Charlie was led
to the middle of the garden between some big trees. They hadn't
been planted by his parents, the family found them already there
when they moved there. Those trees looked like more than a
hundred years old. But his mother liked them , so they decided to
keep them there.

Charlie saw two posts rammed into the grass, Charlie didn't
understand what that meant. Mr. Wellington positioned the boy
between them: "Now kneel down. I want that each ankle touches one
post. Understood?"

Charlie nodded and did as told, with some help from Mr.
Wellington. His ankles touched the posts, so his legs were on his
side. If he wanted to sit down and if he was flexible enough his
ass could touch the grass between his legs. His legs made one
line from his knees back to his toes, so the backs of his feet
touched the grass. Mr. Wellington tied Charlie's ankles with rope
to the posts. Then he began untying the boy's upper body. What a
great relief as the extreme stress was taken away from his body
and muscles. But as soon as Mr. Wellington finished untying the
boy he took his arms, pulled them together, palm to palm and tied
them with a long rope, so a good length of rope was left. He
forced Charlie to lay down on his back, the boy could feel his
hands touching his butt. His legs hurt a little bit because of
his position. Then Mr. Wellington took the rope which was
attached to the wrists and went under the boy through his legs.
He began pulling on this rope, slowly Charli e felt the tension
on his arms, he tried to get it off, but Mr. Wellington was still
pulling. The only way the boy could go was upwards, slowly his
ass left his arms, he felt his stomach and crotch raising up in
the air, his arms and head wandered on the ground back to his
knees. Charlie was wondering what happened to him, he silently
cried into his gag, he shook his head while trying to beg for
mercy, but he was not heard. After only one minute the tension
was at his highest point, Charlie was bend as a bow, his head and
his legs from toes to knees where the only things touching the
grass. The rest of his body had the form of a half circle, he
could feel how strongly tensed the skin on his stomach was, his
back hurts, he believed his spine could break, his knees, arms or
legs snap dislodged any minute. The pain made the erection go
away.

Mr. Wellington wrapped the rope around one of the trees and tied
it off there so the boy would have stayed in that position.
Charlie moaned through his gag, he'd have liked it a hundred
times better if Mr. Wellington just would take him back into the
living room and put him into the Coutts' Twist, now he believed
all other bondage situation he had been in were better than this
one. Mr. Wellington kneeled down next to Charlie and took the
boy's now weak penis in his hand, he loved it to confuse and
frustrate the boy. Charlie was surprised, a nearly strange man
touched his privates, 3 days ago he never believed something like
that would ever happen.

"Wait here, I must get a few things!" he laughed about his joke,
wait here, what else should the boy do.

Charlie saw Mr. Wellington walking away. Then he was left alone,
naked and tied, a welcomed meal for every perv who was walking
around. Oh God, and again he fantasized about what all could
happen to him. What could this world do with a helpless, naked,
10 year old boy…

Oh god, what if this time a stranger saw him in his predicament.
He could come into the backyard and could molest him, and Charlie
couldn't protect himself. What if somebody take the chance and
kidnapped him, he wasn't able to cry for help. Charlie felt so
helpless and knew he was at bad guy's mercy.

He tried to look around, he realized that it was nearly
impossible to see him in his predicament, but his was still
scared. He hoped Mr. Wellington would come back, he was
frightened that this man left him outside for the whole day till
his mom arrived. But as he thought this he saw Mr. Wellington
came back and now Charlie got really scared, he had his two dogs
with him, a Golden Retriever and a Doberman.

"SIT" Mr. Wellington ordered and both dogs obeyed in the same
second. He stood there and looked down on the bound boy. Charlie
saw that he had a white plastic bag with him.

"Charlie, it's eating time for my dogs and I forgot their bowls,
so I think the dogs should have a little bit revenge for your
being mean to them!" Mr. Wellington opened the bag, he had
sausage spread in his hand and he began to rub it all over the
boy's body, on his chest and arms, his stomach, his back and ass
and on his legs, but nothing on the boy's private parts. Then he
took ham and bacon and laid it all over the boy's nakedness.
Charlie was again really scared again, and near to cry. Mr.
Wellington took some dog food and also put it on the boy. Then he
blindfolded Charlie, so that would be more fun Mr. Wellington
thought. As he finished his work he got a chair and sat down next
to the boy, then he smoked a cigarette.

With one sign the dogs knew what they could do, they ran to
Charlie and began with their meal. They ate the ham and the bacon
and the dog food from Charlie's body. Charlie screamed in his
gag, then he realized how ticklish the dog's tongues on his skin
worked. The blindfold just amplifies his senses. The dogs began
with licking the spread down from his body. Charlie felt and
smelled the animals' salvia. It was funny and scary at the same
time, but he began to like it. The dogs went with their sharp
teeth near his private parts, where luckily was no food. Suddenly
Charlie understood the reason why Mr. Wellington left this part
clean. Were his willie and testicles going to be dog food
themselves? Charlie began to scream as loud as he could, he tried
to wriggle out, but achieving a better position was impossible.
Since Charlie's blindfolded, he wondered if Mr Wellington was
still there enjoying the show. Could Mr W have just walked away
leaving those dogs with their meal?

Now one dog was licking his stomach under his navel and the other
licked his ass. Charlie began both to cry and to laugh from the
tickle effect. No!, he didn't want to lose his privates, it's
true that he thought about them as just wonderful toys for him,
and he had been very mean to Mr Wellington's dogs, but that
wasn't just a punishment for his bad actions, that was sheer
cruelty. Charlie wished he had a time machine in order to go back
to the past so he could stop himself before doing those bad
things. The blindfold was getting soggy wet with Charlie's tears.
His nose was full with snot. His erection was getting painful
again, his penis was hard rock and as vertical as a flagpole.
Next he felt the dogs by his legs, the tongues went up and in a
few moments the will met his stiffie and his balls. OHH NO…..

Charlie heard a loud whistle. The dogs stopped licking and sat in
the same moment next to the chair. Charlie was still crying, his
whole body trembled in fear. Mr. Wellington thought about removed
the blindfold off, cleaned the kid's eyes and nose, he looked
straight in the boys turned face.

"Golly kid, where you afraid that the dogs bite your willie off,
weren't you!"

Charlie tried to nod between sobs and sniffs.

"Well, well. This dogs have already licked food from a human body
rather often, from my wife. She likes this stuff, and I like my
stuff!" he grinned. Charlie didn't understand why he told him
that: "So this dogs are trained to do that, but they don't know
what a penis is, so it could happen that they bite in it. That's
why I looked at you. If you are wondering, I watched them and you
continuously. Your pee-pee never was in any danger of being eaten
up. I make you a proposal: I untie you and give you a bath, then
I make you a great dinner. You never tell you mom or dad what
happened today and you never annoy or hurt my dogs again. I want
to remind you that you shouldn't even think about telling your
parents about what happened. If you do, they wouldn't believe you
anyway, and I'll just tell them that I caught you masturbating
right when I was allowing you some rest time. It'll be your word
against my word. I think they would believe me. Second, if you
threaten, annoy or hurt either my dogs or any other helpless
animal again and I see it, we'll play this game again, but I'll
wrap bacon around your privates, so you'll surely lose them.
Understood?"

Charlie nodded.

"Is this a deal?"

And Charlie nodded again as best he could.

Suddenly Mr. Wellington left him. He was still alone, he believed
it was a joke. Had he to wait here till his mom arrived? His
erection went away again because of the previous fear and his
violent crying. After 15 minutes the man came back: "I brought my
dogs home. Now I can work on you undisturbed." He untied Charlie
completely and removed the ballgag and put it away. Mr.
Wellington released the rope from the tree, Charlie collapsed
down, his legs snapped back straight causing pain. He was
released from the posts, Charlie tried to stand up with help from
Mr. Wellington, all his muscles hurt. Mr. Wellington thought
about how wonderfully flexible this boy was, that must increase
from his regular sports practice.

Finally the boy could talk after all this hours. Or at least he
thought so. As soon as Charlie tried to speak, to apologize, he
found in horror that his voice was now a pathetic croak. He
sniffled, his eyes red from his crying. He tried to make himself
understandable: "I'm sorry Mr. Wellington. I didn't want to hurt
the dogs, I wanted to show my friends how cool I can be. It was a
very stupid thing. I was going to apologize, but I forgot it.
Sorry, I will never ever do such a cruel thing to an animal. I …"

"It's okay, I believe you." Mr. Wellington interrupted him. "Come
on, now you need a bath!" Then both walked into the house, Mr.
Wellington helping the shaking kid about staying on his feet.

Mr. Wellington filled up the tub with a bubble bath and put the
still naked Charlie in it. He let him there for 5 minutes, then
began sponging his legs: "We must clean the dogs' salvia off your
pretty body." Mr. Wellington commented his work. Charlie didn't
recognize the addition 'pretty', he knew now that Mrs. Wellington
likes dogs and get licked from them, but he didn't know that Mr.
Wellington likes kids too and most of them boys in his age.

"Stand up now Charlie!" Mr. Wellington ordered and Charlie did.
He began cleaning the boy's upper legs and then he went to his
ass. As he cleaned the boys penis Charlie got hard again. Mr.
Wellington pulled the boy's foreskin back to clean him there, he
looked on the violet gland and rubbed it. Charlie recognized the
change in his body, but tried not to show it. His breathing
increased, suddenly the only parts the boy washed were his
nipples.

"Spread your legs more!" Mr. Wellington ordered again. Charlie
did and kept massaging his nipples. Mr. Wellington put Charlie's
penis between his thumb and his forefinger and moved forth and
back, with the other three fingers he played with the boys balls.
His left hand disappeared between Charlie's legs and massaged the
boy's tiny asshole. Charlie was keeping his eyes closed, his chin
up as when he were looking at the ceiling. Now he was breathing
really hard, his muscles became hard, he tensed his legs and his
butt, the ballsack got tinier and pressed against his body, his
penis was rock hard and began quivering in pulsing movements.

Mr. Wellington exactly knew what he was doing, but did he want
that… What a picture for a stranger, if somebody could see this.
Charlie's body was one machine, wet and glanced from the evening
sun which perfectly shine into the bathroom, a few bubbles were
on his body and they showed all colours from the light. Charlie
was really near, all he wanted was to give up his prostate juice.
Mr. Wellington didn't know what to do, if he jerked they boy off
maybe he will ask his mum if Mr. Wellington could sit him more
often, but what is if Mrs. Morgan find out that he jerked off her
son. What if the boy use this and the bondage session in the
garden to blackmail him. No, he would be glad that he got finally
his relief, or……

He stopped with that stimulation, Mr. Wellington's hands left the
boy's private parts. Charlie opened his eyes and looked straight
into his neighbour's face. He wanted his relief but was too
scared to ask him, how could he ask him to do that as 40 year old
man to a boy. Mr. Wellington exactly read in his eyes what the
boy wanted, but he decided to wait, he had a better plan.

Charlie was extremely frustrated, he had a pulsing penis during
the whole bath. Mr. Wellington dried him off and brought him down
into the living room. He brought a chair from the kitchen and had
the still naked boy sit down. Then he tied Charlie's hands behind
the back of the chair, next he tied the boy's ankles to the legs.
He showed him the ballgag: "This again?" he asked.

"Ohh please no, I'll be quiet, I swear." Charlie begged.

Mr. Wellington nodded, he saw that Charlie's penis was still hard
as a root, perfect. He switched on the TV and zapped to a channel
which Charlie could look. He left the boy alone and made dinner
for both.

'Wonder how he'd react if he were bound like that with a porn
movie running onscreen. It surely makes my wife become crazy in
frustration and desire, she always floods a small lake when I do
this to her!' Mr. Wellington thought.

Nearly an hour later he got the boy and brought him and the chair
in the kitchen. He had cooked steak with potatoes and vegetables.
Charlie, his hands free, but his legs still bound to the chair,
was so hungry, he ate one and a half servings. Mr. Wellington was
really surprised that such a small kid could eat that much, but
hey, he'd just burned much fuel during the day's sessions.
Charlie was really thankfully for the meal and Mr. Wellington
freed his legs for some help with the washing-up. Then both went
into the living room and watched TV for the rest of the evening.

Mr. Wellington tells Charlie that he won't tie him up if he
promises he won't try to touch himself. Charlie had after all no
problem sitting naked next to his neighbour, and this was really
happy to have such a good looking boy next to him. Charlie
resisted but the prohibition cased his erection to get back
there. Mr. Wellington didn't mind. After some time Charlie
thought Mr. Wellington wasn't paying attention. Charlie's hands
went slowly down his nakedness and met his erection, but Mr.
Wellington caught him again.

5 minutes later Charlie sat with bound hands next to Mr.
Wellington and continued watching TV. As Mr. Wellington looked on
the again bound boy he thougt: 'Hm, I think that this cute boy
here is really getting into bondage...' This was the first step,
if he made all correct and Mrs. Morgan gave him sometimes the
responsibility over the boy, he could also get his pleasure,
maybe… At 8p.m. he brought Charlie into the bathroom, led him to
the toilet and Charlie brushed his teeth, then Mr. Wellington
brought him into his room, there he ordered him to crouch down
and then he tied each ankle to each upper leg. He tied the boy's
wrists and elbows on his back together, he laid him down onto his
back and tied a rope around the boy's hips, this ropes fixed his
hands to his body, but also his feet to his ass. He couldn't role
around, he couldn't lift is upper body or his legs up from the
bed. He was with this few ropes completely immobile. He looked at
the ceiling, his hands and feet touched his ass. "Thank you Mr.
Wellington!" was the last thing Charlie said, then he got the gag
back in his mouth.

He liked being so helpless and now he liked Mr. Wellington, he
had a warm feeling in his stomach and felt safe in his presence.
He showed it like a dog, not wanted, but the same way, when dogs
are happy they weg their tails , Charlie's penis was hard again
and pulsed.

Mr. Wellington took this little willie and pumped it a few times,
the great tickling feeling came back and Charlie felt the urge to
masturbate again.

"You like that?" Mr. Wellington asked and Charlie nodded.

"If you are a nice and well-behaved boy and if your mother lets
me babysit you again, then maybe we'll play again and I could
even finish what I began today in the bath and maybe more too if
you are ready for that. And if you want I show you some amazing
things, but not now, it's too early!" He gave the boy a kiss on
the forehead. Charlie tried to smile under his big gag.

Suddenly he heard the bell. 'Oh no, I forgot the sleepover with
Frankie tonight!' Charlie thought. Mr. Wellington left the room
and went downstairs to open the door.