Treacle Tower

How I Met Thomas

I was tied to a tree, not a bloody great oak tree, a smaller one that I had my hands pulled behind and my wrists handcuffed together. My ankles were chained together and staked out to hold me secure. Did I mention I was completely naked?

I'll be honest; I didn't have many people I could call friends, I was very much a loner, preferring my own company and the pleasure of self-bondage. I had discovered it when I had been locked in a pair of handcuffs as part of a school play at the age of eight and we couldn't get them off. I had to do the rest of the play stuck in these things but I got a free trip to the fire station later to have them removed. Ever since then the idea stuck with me and I wanted to explore it.

When I turned 10, I was lucky enough to be allowed to go out on my own, and I took this opportunity to explore my fascination further. Most weekends during late spring, summer and early autumn I'd go to the woods usually on my bike and with a backpack full of stuff that I begged, borrowed or occasionally stole to feed my self-bondage fascination. Now I was 13 and developing 'sexually' this took on a new aspect.

I'd come out to the woods, find a suitable tree somewhere that I hadn't used (I had a system, I'll explain in a minute) and shed all (I mean all) my clothes into my pack, don my flip-flops and then secure myself to the tree. My preferred method was to handcuff my wrists together behind a tree, but unfortunately I couldn't secure myself properly as I was alone and had no way of freeing myself if I locked the restraints, so I always made sure I used blu-tack over one loop of the handcuffs as this stopped me locking them properly. While people would occasionally pass by the woods, I was never spotted.

Sometimes I'd stay all day, watching my penis go from flaccid to erect as I stirred various thoughts around in my head. When I was 10 this time in the woods was primarily for fun and to watch nature, but now I was 13 the handcuffs and self-bondage in particular turned me on greatly, and staying there all day at the weekends tied to a tree pretty much became the norm for me. On at least one occasion I went out there at 7am and, um, didn't leave for 14 hours. But anyway, once I'd unchained myself from the tree I would make a mark on the bark and then get dressed, get packed and go home.

One day was a normal early summer afternoon, I'd gone to the woods as per usual, stripped myself and decided to do something different, by chaining my ankles together with some leg irons and using thick twine to keep my feet as far apart as possible – this I achieved by tying one end of it to a camp tent peg, knocking it deep into the ground and tying the other end to the leg iron itself. This was far from perfect, was about as secure as I could manage when on my own, so I had to pretend I was totally trapped. I would wrap the length of chain on the irons around the base of the tree and lock the leg irons when I started using them, and I always had a set of keys available that I could reach when I pulled my hands forward.

This was the one fatal day I was spotted. A group of boys, about my age, had come from behind and sneaked up on me. I was distracted watching a flock of birds overhead flying through the trees, and didn't realise what was happening until it was too late. The boys had clearly seen me on a previous occasion because they went straight in to my handcuffs, removed the blu-tack I was using and fastened the lock, inadvertedly giving me what I'd always wanted, but not when I was alone. This trapped me and my natural reaction was to tug, pull and thrash around.

The boys came round to look at me properly, standing there chained to the tree as naked as the day I was born. They went straight for my rucksack which held all my clothes, food, water and some extra bondage equipment I may have wanted to play with for variety. I watched as they took my bag and ran off with it. Fortunately I could still see the keys to my restraints and get to them – if the handcuffs weren't locked, that is. Through the trees I saw the boys dump my bag in a rubbish bin on the outskirts of the woods.

All I had now was me, my restraints and the flip-flops I had come in. Oh yeah, I meant to mention them earlier. First time I came to the woods I tied myself up barefoot and inadvertedly stood on a stray piece of broken glass, cutting my foot. Second time round I came out with the flip-flops and used them while tied up – allowing me to be barefoot without any underfoot risk. It was a perfect solution, and also allowed me to come to the woods in them as it saved room in my rucksack only having one set of footwear.

After a few minutes of thrashing around with no escape possible, I felt rain beginning to fall from the sky. Normally at this point I'd get free and shelter under a tree for a while, but this was now no longer an option to my frustration. I was forced to stand naked in the rain with no defence. The tree I'd picked was just strong enough at its base to resist my tugging, so unless somebody came and chopped the tree down, I was stuck. it was also exposed with little overhead shelter – I preferred these as when it did rain the scramble I'd have to get out and under shelter I really enjoyed.

I could have shouted out, somebody may have heard me and come to my rescue but that would have raised more questions. I wasn't in any particular rush to get home (rain shower not withstanding) and in any case if I stayed out long enough without any home contact, somebody would come looking for me and the woods is the first place they'd come.

The rain shower lasted a good ten minutes or so and soaked me through, I could eventually see water running down my anatomy. I was shivering slightly and standing in some mud but fortunately the sun came out which solved the shivering problem eventually. The exposure of the tree allowed the sun to shine directly on my naked body.

A few minutes after that, I heard more voices from behind me, I wondered if they belonged to the boys who had taken my stuff earlier. As they grew louder, I was about to find out. One of them stuck his head around the tree and spotted me.

"Ooh, what we got here?" he asked, as he was joined by his friends. I quickly glanced them up and down as they stood there in their shorts, rainmacks and mud-stained white trainers. It was in stark contrast to my nakedness, and boy didn't I know it.

"Where's his clothes?" asked the other, in a knowing tone, giving his friends a wink. Upon hearing this comment it then suddenly occurred to me these were the same boys who had dumped my stuff in the rubbish bin previously – they'd just quietly gone back round the outside of the woods and come back towards me again so I didn't hear them. I recognised the trainers from a few minutes previously of one of the boys. I didn't say anything.

"Let's have an inspection," said one of the boys, immediately heading towards my dick in the knowledge I had no defence. Effectively frozen, I watched in despair as the boy gentle took hold of my flaccid willy and visually inspected it. "You're not hung like a horse, I see, though I do have a bigger nob!" he laughed. I winced as the discomfort of his hand on my dick was clearly present on my face, and his jibe added insult to injury. I'd never quite followed nob jokes.

"Let's have a photo!" said another boy enthuastically, whipping out his phone from his coat pocket. "We can call it Will & The Willy!" All three boys laughed at this, as the boy called Will bent down next to me, still holding my willy while giving the camera a silly grin. The third boy stood behind me, holding my arms to keep me still. As the photo was taken, I continued to gaze at the ground, feeling beetroot red with humiliation wanting the ground to swallow me up.

"Thomas!" exclaimed Will at the boy behind me. "Put your hands through his arms, you can do that wank off thing we saw on the internet!" Will released my member and I felt my arms being pinned to the tree as Thomas leaned in against me. I then watched as Thomas's hands came either side of me and Will guided them to my willy. "There you go!" Thomas held his hands next to my member, but didn't actually touch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him peek around the tree at me.

"I'll put this in video mode," said the boy holding the camera, fidding around with said camera like he was about to take a selfie. "This'll be good on our YouTube channel." He pressed some buttons on his phone and holding it at arms length he stood next to me and began talking.

"Hello YouTube, welcome to the Woods Story from FTW Productions. I'm Fred, he's Will and that's Thomas. Today we were in the woods and we saw this specimen, the lesser spotted naked man child. What's your name naked man child?"

"Ben," I said quietly, not looking up.

"Cool," continued Fred. "We've tied Ben to a tree and we're going to see what he's made of."

Almost immediately I saw Thomas's hands take hold of my dick and begin to examine, squeeze and tug it. I was effectively being fondled, and it took all my strength not to burst into tears. As Thomas worked my dick it became more and more erect. I put up as good a fight as I could as I was involuntarily dragged towards a full-blown cum with every stroke. Thomas was in complete control of me and I was helpless, breatheless – and really horny.

Fred continued to talk to the camera as I writhed and squirmed with a full erection, my facial expressions telling Fred exactly how far off from cumming I was. I was burning with humiliation by now and I could do nothing to help or hinder my erection. I was going to cum on camera on YouTube having been taken there by a stranger.

Suddenly the wanking stopped, just as I was a stroke or two away from cumming. When Thomas released my dick I gasped loudly, thrusting my hips forward hoping to get off from thin air, my actions causing Fred to laugh once again as I came down from the rush I'd just been on. If I hadn't tied my ankles up the way I had done, I'd have probably fell to the floor, exhausted.

As I recovered, the heavens opened again and I watched as Thomas, Fred and Will grabbed their camera and ran to the closest tree trunk for shelter, leaving me once again at the mercy of the rain while horny to the max. Rainwater poured directly onto my erect willy as it began to shrink back to its usual size, while the rain splashed on me, accompanied this time by a gentle breeze. I was too worn out to bother struggling to escape and it was far easier just to get soaked.

This was a longer shower of rain this time, to the point where I was beginning to shiver from the amount of water falling from the sky. I could hear my tormentors idly chat amongst themselves through the rainfall, with Thomas giving me occasional glances as the rain fell.

When he spotted I was shivering, Thomas ran up to me and removed his rainmack, tying it above my head to create a makeshift canopy. One of the arms he left hanging down over my head so I'd still get some water on me, just not as much. He then proceeded to remove his T-Shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up and I watched, somewhat grateful as Thomas proceeded to dry me as best he could with his shirt, wringing it out on occasion. Eventually he left me rejoin his friends, putting his damp shirt back over his body.

I continued to watch (and feel) the rain falling. Water continued to drip onto and down me. On the positive side I still had my flip-flops on my feet (though they were, like the rest of me, soaked) and I could see it was quite muddy around them. Soon enough the rain stopped, though I could hear water still dripping off the other trees.

Thomas, Will and Fred came out from where they had been standing, chatting, laughing and playing with their phones. They came back to me and I watched as Fred removed the handcuff keys from where I'd put them for easy access and the keys fell into Fred's hands while Thomas removed his makeshift canopy from over my head. They removed my twine restraints from my ankles, while Thomas removed my leg irons and lifted me up slightly, my overbalancing forced me to fall down to the ground. Thomas reused the twine, firstly tying a knotted loop around my left ankle, feeding the twine around the tree and back to my right ankle.

This arrangement exposed the soles of my bare feet for the first time. This gave me a horrible feeling for me as I had an idea what was going to happen next. I was right. Watching Fred set the camera up again, I was caught off guard when I suddenly spotted he had come back towards me and was now preparing to tickle my feet!

I could only watch, quietly horrified as Fred stepped over the twine and sat himself down cross-legged at the soles of my feet. He cracked his knuckles and prepared to start. Meanwhile I noticed Thomas was eying up my nuts again, while Will put himself next to me, preparing to attack my armpits that had become exposed since I wsa forced to collapse to the floor.

Suddenly, without any further warning, I felt fingers on the soles of my feet. My natural reaction to this was to start thrashing around but I didn't have a lot of available movement so whatever I did didn't affect the tickling. I held off bursting into laughter for as long as I could, but Fred changed his tickle method and that broke my concentration, forcing me to break out into laughter.

Thomas took my audio signal as a cue to gently take hold of my dick and began rolling it around in his hand gently, while I contined to fight the tickling. Fred tickled me thoroughly, yet relentlessly, every twitch generating the same reaction out of me, a sort of hybrid laugh and scream, followed by a squirm, followed by more laughing. I was defenceless as I could not pull my feet free from Fred.

Once I had an erect enough penis, Thomas straddled my legs and became to masturbate me slowly and thoroughly. As soon as he started this, Will began work on my armpits and it started to rain once again. Unlike previously, there was no mad dash this time from the clothed boys to hide – they were prepared to get soaked in order to continue tormenting me.

I had more defence from Will when he tried to tickle my armpits, but not that much – I could just squeeze my arms but it bloody hurt to do that regularly, so it was less painful to let Will do what he wanted. Being a boy and unable to concentrate on multiple things, Will took advantage of this when I was distracted by digging his fingers deep into my armpits and tickling. When he was successful the effect was electric, drowning out every other sensation I was experiencing.

While becoming soaked and tickled, I had once again been dragged towards a full erection through pearls of laughter, and was full of conflicting emotions as I hopelessly thrashed around. My chest hurt, my dick hurt, my arms hurt… I hurt all over actually. This was intensified when Thomas sped up his masturbating, and ultimately slowed my wank down to a crawl when I was balanced on the edge of cumming once again, forcing me to try and thrust my midrift upwards again, the attempt being drowned out by Fred's tickling my feet.

I was now forced to beg and plead for relief (and air) through my laughter – as time dragged on and my need to cum was growing with every passing stroke from Thomas's fingers. Fred was still working my feet, producing the same reactions in me as I generated first time round, leaving me short of breath and in some considerable agony. I could hear my laughter echoing off the trees and feel my balls crying out for relief. Thomas could see from my (soaked) facial expression I was in some considerable pain so he gave my dick a tight squeeze and a sharp tug then proceeded to finish me off.

Defeated and exhausted from the coldness of the rain, I stopped my internal fighting against the wanking and let nature take its course. I could only watch, unsure now whether I could feel sweat or rainwater running down me, as Thomas squeezed my erect dick tightly, running his hand forcefully along it. Eventually I knew I had to cum and it was now inevitable, just a case of when, not if. Thomas teased me, dancing his fingers along my member, he knew exactly what he was doing. I suddenly noticed all tickling had stopped, allowing Fred and Will to watch me complete my humiliation.

To make matters worse, it had started raining quite heavily now. There was me naked and wet, my arse covered in mud and my nob at full mast being wanked in the hands of somebody who I didn't even know! Does it get anymore humilating than this?

With each dance of Thomas's finger on the underside of my dick, the pressure in me continued to build. I was like a pressure cooker primed to blow up at any moment. I was only one full stroke away from actually cumming, and I think Thomas knew that which is why he was tormenting me like this. As I was getting used to this, Thomas did what he had to do and that I secretly wanted him to do – he gave me the final stroke of my cock that would push me over the edge.

I exploded as I cum onto my chest, my ability to thrash around limited to some degree as my ankles were still tied and Thomas was still sitting on me. It took all my effort and control not to scream as I did so, considering the saga embarassing enough as it was. The pressure of this ejaculation bearing in mind the one Thomas had 'aborted' earlier meant I knew it was going to be a messy one as I splattered my load all up my chest, where it began to drip back down my body as it mixed with the rainwater. I breathed heavily as I tried to recompose myself, though I started to shiver again.

"He's had enough now," said Thomas, taking his rainmack off again. "Giz his keys, go get his stuff and let's get out of here." Fred handed Thomas the keys to my handcuffs and disappeared off down the hill, confirming my earlier suspicions these were the same boys who took my stuff earlier. The rain eased off as Thomas rolled off of me.

Thomas untied my ankles and Will pulled me back up, allowing me to stand up properly again. They made no effort to undo my wrists (but they did put my feet back into my flip-flops) and Thomas locked my ankles back into my leg irons, the excess chain still wrapped around the trunk of the tree. Fred returned with my stuff the boys had dumped earlier. A ball of twine had fallen out of it, and I saw Thomas's face light up as a new idea came to him.

I watched as Thomas tied one end of the twine to my keys securely, then holding onto it, he wrapped the rest of the twine loosely around a couple of branches on another tree, lightly around my midrift and put the surplus twine into my hands. I could see the key hanging directly in front of me. This was presumably my final ordeal as it meant the boys would be long gone by the time I got out of the handcuffs. I could still see and get to the keys for my leg irons, as Thomas had replaced them after he locked me back in.

"Enjoy," said Thomas, as I saw Fred hang my backpack on the tree I'd just had my ankles tied to. "We gotta go. Your stuff's all in your bag, sorry we nicked it earlier." Thomas ran his finger up my damp semen stained chest and stomach, collecting a small sample as he went. I was horrified when he offered it to me, and even more so when he put it in his own mouth. "Tastes like sugar," he said, going in for another sample.

"Let's go," said Fred. "Bus is due. See you around, nudey." Will also waved at me and I watched, slightly disappointed as the three boys walked off down the hill, none of them glancing back at me.

I decided it was probably best to get out of here before anybody else came along and tried to do anything else to me. When I was sure they were gone, I began to gently pull the twine in. The key as expected disappeared up above me, the twine having been threaded over the nearest branch. I watched as it disappeared over the branch as I reeled in the twine into my hands, releasing the excess onto the ground behind me. There was a small shock of dispair as the key became stuck in a clump of leaves, but it soon passed that and continued its journey.

Over the next few minutes I followed the key with my eyes as it went over a couple of branches and finally found its way to my midrift from which it was a quick tug and I had the key back in my hands. Feeling relieved at having the key back, I paused for a few moments to relax myself, before attempting to get out of the handcuffs.

Fortunately I had practiced getting out of handcuffs behind my back previously, so doing it with a tree in the way wasn't that much different. Slightly more cumbersome, but certainly not impossible. Mild panic set in as I fumbled around trying to find the keyhole on one of the cuffs, but after a pause to recompose myself and a period of about twenty minutes and another rain shower, I eventually got it!

Sliding the key in and turning, I felt most relieved to hear the unlocking! Pulling my hands back in front of me, I removed the other cuff and dropped them on the ground, relieved to be free of the tree. Almost immediately I grabbed the second key to get out of the leg irons, and finally freed myself from the damn tree.

I hadn't seen Thomas before and I dare say I probably wouldn't see him again. Not lingering on this thought, I went to my bag, pulled my clothes out and quickly dressed myself. I'd have to shower when I got back as I suspected I was caked in mud, still damp and slightly cold. I gathered up all my stuff, my restraints, the twine and everyhing else I'd bought, then made a mark in the shape of the letter T so I'd know I'd used this tree before.

I came out of the woods towards where I'd left my bike and ran into Thomas. He was the only one of the three who had stopped behind. I later found out he'd only hung around in case I didn't get free and I (or possibly my nob) must have had some impact on him. He accompanied me back home and it turned out we didn't live that far away from each other and we pretty much became good friends over the next few months.

Thomas later told me he'd seen me previously tying myself up in the woods through a pair of binoculars, and also admitted he'd wanted to join me but didn't have the bottle, so he bought a couple of friends and dressed it up as a torment exercise to get up close and personal to me. In his words, "if I just turned up and grabbed your dick, you'd have told me to get lost."

My adventures in the woods became more interesting with Thomas around. Sometimes Thomas would join me, sometimes he'd follow me later. Every time we went to the woods, I ended up tied to a tree getting wanked off by Thomas. My bag of equipment came in really useful to create variety for me, and I left it up to Thomas how he wanted to tie me up and also how he wanted to get me off. Some were quite creative. If we stayed all day in the woods until after dark, sometimes Thomas would jack me off as many times throughout the day as he could, and it would be my challenge to pump out as much cum as I could that day, then I'd have a week to 'recharge' my balls. We did quite a bit of other stuff as well in the woods.

Each tree I was tied to Thomas would make a small mark in the bark above my head later followed by a number that would be the number of times I was got off while tied there. Some trees never got marked. At least one had a two figure digit on it. On occasion I'd get to wank Thomas off but that was the exception to the rule, I never saw him any less than fully clothed, heck I never even saw him bareoot.

I suspected Thomas was gay, because as we built our friendship, he showed a lot of interest primarily in my willy but also in me as a person. I couldn't prove he was gay, I never asked and he never told me if he was or not. It didn't bother me anyway as I'd got myself somebody who seemed to share my bondage interests (the tying me up side anyway) and as long as he was happy to do that with me, I was happy to let him have access to my bits. He never tried anything more with me than I was comfortable with.

I never saw Will or Fred again. The footage Fred had 'filmed' of me being wanked off, I never found it on YouTube – I suspect it was never recorded in the first place. Thomas stopped hanging around with them, which ultimately scuppered any chance I had of getting my hands on the raw video if it still existed. He began to hang out with me instead and I gained access to his small network of other friends which promptly stopped me being a loner, a really charming group of young people. They never knew what me and Thomas did in the woods, it was our little exclusive secret.

The End