Gracchus

Karl and Jhoon's Vacation

Karl and Jhoon

Jhoon was ten years old. Slender and shapely, a very attractive boy of Korean ancestry, his straight black hair just over his ears, his brown eyes inquisitively searching all around him constantly. Full of energy, but with a controlled discipline he must have inherited from his parents.

Jhoon was wearing a pair of dark green pants and a patterned light green shirt. He unbuttoned the last two buttons, smiling, revealing a flat tummy and a chest that was just starting to take shape.

Karl opened the door. At thirty-five, Karl still looked like a man in his twenties. His soft brown hair, just a bit shaggy for want of a haircut, gave him part of his youthful appearance. Karl was not quite six feet [1.80 m] tall. He was slender and lean, with well-defined muscles that were plainly visible since all he was wearing was his white Tae Kwon Do pants. He had no body hair to speak of, just a few strands in his armpits. Even his belly was bare. Clean-shaven, in the right light he might pass for a college boy. He didn't even have much pubic hair.

Karl looked down and Jhoon looked up. Karl said "You're early!"

"I can do it," Jhoon said, excited. "I can spend the night! But Mom wants to talk to you before she leaves."

"I'll call her before noon," Karl said.

"Can we play just a bit first? Just one quick game?" Jhoon asked, hopefully.

"No, I have to get ready," Karl replied, and the boy nodded understandingly.

Karl and the boy hugged, affectionately, and the boy ran back home, his shirt flying open, exposing most of his torso. Jhoon stopped for a moment to button the shirt and then went home. Karl went to take a shower.

Jhoon's mother, Soo Lim, ran the Oriental Restaurant downtown, which she had started with her husband before Jhoon was born. Jhoon's father had been killed by a drunk driver when the boy was only four. When Jhoon went for Tae Kwon Do lessons, he'd met Karl, who had been practicing the art for almost ten years. They became fast friends even though Soo Lim made it clear she was not interested in a romantic relationship.

Jhoon had spent many an afternoon and several evenings with Karl over the past few years. Soo Lim of course was worried that Jhoon would become a burden, but by then the boy, just turned nine, shared not only Tae Kwon Do (a Korean martial art similar to Karate) but an interest in Korean language and model cars, and the bright and intelligent boy was a delight to Karl. Imaginative, adventurous, and he loved to read.

Karl spoke with Soo Lim on the phone. "No, he's no trouble. Yes, I've been looking foreward to it. Yes, we've rented a couple of videos. No, they aren't too violent or sexy. We're going to build a model car and stay up all night and have fun. No, don't worry about picking him up, we'll probably sleep very late in the morning. Yes, I'm sure he'll be no trouble. Yes, I'll call you if I need anything. Don't worry yourself, go to your meeting and have fun. You work too hard all the time. Yes, I know it's business. He's very excited. Yes, whenever he wants to come over. OK, bye."

Jhoon arrived moments later, with a small cloth bag, similar to the bag he carried his Tae Kwon Do uniform in. Karl knew there was no uniform in that bag tonight.

"Can we do one just for a little bit right now?" Jhoon asked, excited since this was his first time spending a whole night with his friend. Karl hugged the boy.

"OK," Karl said. The boy ran into the bedroom. They'd spent many afternoons together and even a few evenings, but never a whole night. Sometimes they talked about cars or books they'd read. Sometimes they spoke Korean together. But usually they played their special game, Jhoon usually being the instigator. Karl took off his shirt.

Jhoon came out of the bedroom with the bag, wearing only a pair of green bikini-type low-rise briefs, made of some kind of synthetic. Of course, Karl had given them to him, along with socks and a new Tae Kwon Do uniform, for Christmas. Jhoon had developed a liking for this kind of underwear, as they looked a lot like swimming trunks and not like the stupid white baggy briefs American mothers buy for their boys. He put the bag down and opened it. It contained a change of clothes, which his mother expected him to bring, and his collection of ropes, to which Karl had contributed considerably.

Karl picked up a length of plastic coated clothesline and Jhoon, excited, turned around and put his hands behind his back. Karl tied them, carefully and securely, but not tightly, knotting it where the boy's little wiggling fingers wouldn't reach. Jhoon began to walk around the house, in his underwear, hands tied behind him, feeling very helpless and captive… and he loved it!

The boy finally came and stood before Karl and the man put his arms around the boy, hugging the boy's bare chest to his own smooth chest muscles.

"I've got an idea for our game tonight." he said. "Since you'll be here all night and part of tomorrow."

Jhoon grinned. "You gonna keep me tied up all night?"

"Most of it, in one way or another. But… to make it really special, I want you to be naked the whole time."

Jhoon had been naked in front of Karl many times, and tied up naked a few times too. "You mean, completely naked? All the time?"

Karl nodded. Jhoon cuddled against the man's chest as well as he could with his hands tied behind him. Jhoon kissed the man's chest once and stepped back.

"If you want 'em, you gotta take 'em," the boy said. Karl stripped off the boy's undies leaving him naked.

Jhoon had a beautiful body, slim, no fat, shapely, just the barest hint of muscle, enough to give it some shape. The boy's pecker, circumcised (unlike most Korean boys), dangled in front of his hairless little balls. He laughed and ran, expecting Karl to chase him.

Karl ran after the boy, staying close but not catching him right away. The boy ran from the kitchen to the living room and was cornered in the dining room, giggling.

"Oh no, now I'm captured. They took away all my clothes! Ugh, ugh!" he said, almost melodramatically as he squirmed with his helpless arms. Jhoon knew from experience that it was almost impossible to get free once Karl tied him up. He wiggled this way and that, as Karl picked him up and carried the naked boy back to the bedroom.

Karl put him on the bed and tied his ankles and the boy rolled around on the bed, careful not to fall off. He sat up when Karl picked up his clothes.

"Now, Jhoon… let's see if you can really stay naked the whole time you're here. I'm going to take your clothes… all of them… and lock them in a drawer in the basement. You are not allowed to wear any clothes while you are here til it's time to go home."

"OK, Karl. I like being naked with you."

Karl put the clothes away and returned to his naked captive. He sat next to the boy, stroking the boy's chest. Jhoon mentioned that they would have to build a model car so his mother would think they'd been busy. Karl had a model car almost built, needing only paint and some chrome accessories. They'd seen the movies he'd rented, though they'd probably watch them again. One of them, a favourite of Jhoon's, was Lord of the Flies, where a whole group of boys ran around on an island wearing only loincloths or undies.

Jhoon got a 'stiffy' and laughed about it, and Karl, of course, teased him. "You can't jack it off with your hands behind you, can you, prisoner?"

"Sure I can," the boy said, rolling over and humping the matress, his hands tied at the small of his back, just over his perfect little boy butt. Karl would have none of it, however, and rolled him onto his back again, holding him there by rubbing his bare chest on the boy's, which both of them loved.

"Nyah ha ha! I got you, naked boy… NAAAAA-ked and with your hands tied be-HIND you… and I can get your BALLS!" Karl said, in his best villan voice and accent. The boy laughed and Karl wrapped his fingers around the boy's scrotum, the boy now at the mercy of the man. "And I wont' let you jack off!"

"Please, please let me jack off. Please! I can't stand it anymore!" Jhoon, as Karl had discovered a year ago when they began playing their captured boy tied up games, that Jhoon was severely addicted to masturbation.

"Noooooo! No clothes for you! Nyah ha ha!" Karl said, blowing on the boy's bare tummy, causing him to giggle and squirm delightfully. "You'll NEVER get your clothes back, nyah ha ha ha ha! And you'll never get to take care of that stiffy, either!"

"Please! I need to… I haven't done it all day!"

Karl wrapped his arms around the boy, and rolled onto his back. The boy, still tied up and naked, lay atop him, the boy's pecker on the man's belly and the man kissing and nibbling on the boy's bare chest. One arm was around the boy's body, across his back, the other across the boy's little butt.

"If I let you jack off, you gotta do something for me," Karl said.

"Anything, just please…" and the giggling boy, playing the game, started humping the man's upper abdomen, rubbing his stiffy on it until he stiffened and had a dry orgasm. The boy kept humping for a bit and then relaxed, Karl rolling him onto his side and cuddling his naked captive.

"Come on, let's get some food first and then we'll play longer," Karl suggested.

The boy agreed. Karl untied his feet and stood him up but, before he'd untie Jhoon's hands, he opened a drawer and put light chains on the boy's ankles, leaving about 8 or 9 inches [20-23 cm] between them, fastening them with little padlocks.

"Now you can never put your pants on, captive prisoner," Karl told him. The boy giggled. "In fact, in one way or another, you'll always be tied or chained somehow. All the time you are here."

"And naked," the boy added.

"And naked." Karl replied.

He untied the boy's hands and the boy, walking awkwardly, went naked to the kitchen where they warmed up the pizza and ate it with cokes and breadsticks. Jhoon went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and Karl tied his hands behind him and removed the chains. Then they watched TV for awhile.

"OK, Jhoon… time for something really good. I'm gonna tie you up like you never been tied before."

"Cool!"

Karl led him to the bedroom, laying him on the bed. The boy, excited, might have gotten a stiffy but didn't at the moment. Karl took a thin piece of string, like a bootlace, and carefully tied it around Jhoon's balls, at the top of the sac, the boy watching in interest (and a little worry), complaining a bit that it was uncomfortable.

"It's gonna get more uncomfortable in a minute," Karl said. "It's like being captured and tortured. It's easy to torture a naked boy when his hands are tied behind his back."

Karl stood the boy up and, using the long piece of string, brought it between the boy's thighs and tied it to the boy's wrist bindings. The boy moved his arms, to test it, and found out, with considerable discomfort, that if he tried to move his arms, he'd yank his own little balls.

"Hey, this is… it's not…"

"It's torture, naked prisoner boy. Every time I do something to you you'll try to move your arms. And if you do, you'll pull your own little balls."

"Cool." Jhoon said, not able to think of the word 'devious'. Of course, when Karl lay the boy on the carpet, the boy couldn't get up. If he tried to sit up, the distance would increase between his hands and his nuts, and the cord would pull his nuts. Karl tied his ankles again and then stood him up again.

Jhoon was standing next to the tall post at the foot of the bed. Jhoon's wrists, elbows (pulled back til they were almost touching), knees, and ankles were tied to the pole. The boy could not bend over, squat, sit, or avoid any attention to the bare front of his body. Karl stroked the boy's chest and then began kissing Jhoon's chest and tummy. Jhoon, of course, was suitably helpless, squirming, trying to free himself without pulling his balls, appreciating his helpless situation… and the hugging and rubbing he was getting from Karl.

Karl then played another mean trick on him… He got the boy a stiffy and then just left.

"Karl! Please don't leave me like this! Karl! Come back!" And the boy squeeled in delight when Karl reached in and snapped off the light.

Karl knew the boy was secure… and that he wouldn't be able to get into any danger for awhile. He went to the bathroom to shave… Jhoon loved it when he was freshly shaved… and put on aftershave. He brushed his teeth. He came back into the room.

Jhoon had tears in his eyes, he was getting into it so much. Karl wiped them and kissed the boy's chest. "Want me to untie you, or torture you?"

"Torture!" Jhoon replied immediately. Now, the torture Karl lavished onto his lovely naked boy was not that of pain, but of circumstance… it was pretend torture… and the boy of course still had a stiffy. Karl untied the boy, even untying his nuts, leaving his hands still tied behind him, and then put him on the bed on his back, warning him not to move or he'd "get your balls".

Karl blindfolded him. Now, Jhoon had seen Karl naked before, but Karl sort of had a rule that, when they were playing, Karl was in charge and therefore Jhoon couldn't see him naked. Jhoon knew what was coming when Karl blindfolded him with the dark blue cloth.

"Oh no now I can't even see!" Jhoon said, and Karl began kissing and nibbling all over the boy's body, from his neck to his chest to his tummy to his waist to his hips and finally his little pecker, which was hard as a rock by now. Jhoon was desperate to jerk off or hump something but Karl wouldn't let him.

When Karl lay with the boy again, his own seven-inch [18 cm] circumcised cock, very erect now, was rubbing against the boy's thigh. The boy cuddled close and, when the man hugged him to his chest, the boy kissed the man's chest muscles repeatedly. "I love being tied up naked with you," he said. "Please, please let me hump or jerk, I just gotta!"

Karl smiled and kissed the boy. A year ago, the boy had been completely embarassed at the need to jerk off, until Karl had told him that it was natural and everyone did it. "You already got to have one finish," he said to Jhoon, using their own term for the orgasm which, for the boy, was dry. "Now you gotta let me have one… but I want to have it on you."

Jhoon nodded. Jhoon didn't much care for the man's orgasms since that sticky pee-stuff-that-wasn't-pee came out… the stuff that makes girls pregnant. But he also knew that if Karl had a real good finish, then he could be tied up real good and struggle and squirm for a long time.

Karl lay the boy on his belly. He slid up under the boy's arms, the boy's wrists still crossed and tied behind him, so that the man's chest was against the boy's back and the boy's wrists were tied not only behind his own back, but behind Karl's, too. Karl's stiff cock was rubbing on the boy's butt now. Jhoon had never done it this way before, and giggled as the man's cock went into the boy's buttcrack, like a hotdog on a bun. Karl, of course, had never put it into the boy's anus; he was saving that for some other time.

"Now you're all naked and I'm gonna hump your butt, you naked helpless boy!" Jhoon grinned and squirmed around, trying to get his own stiffy to rub the matress, but one of Karl's arms went across the boy's chest, rubbing, the boy rubbing his chest against the loving and affectionate arm; the man's right hand went around the boy and grasped his balls gently, threatening him with ball torture… but instead he began expertly jacking the boy's stiff little pecker. The boy humped the man's hand, rubbed his chest against the man's arm, and the man jacked off between the boy's buttcheeks. The boy had two orgasms before Karl spurted his semen between their bodies, and then teased poor Jhoon that he'd not let him up.

After a few minutes, Karl squirmed out from under the boy's aching arms. He wiped the boy's back off, turned him over and kissed him. Jhoon of course was stil blindfolded but said "Please, tie me up real good."

Karl put his pants on, chained the boy's ankles, then took off the blindfold and untied the boy's hands. Jhoon was allowed to go to the bathroom. He was there for maybe six or seven minutes.

When he came out, Karl ambushed him, taking him back to the bedroom and throwing him face down on the bed. Jhoon giggled and laughed and squirmed but didn't resist.

Karl lay two ropes across Jhoon's upper back. He bent the boy's arms, one at a time, placing the back of one wrist between the boy's shoulder blades, pulling it upward toward the boy's neck as far as it would go, and then the other one, so the boy's wrists were crossed between his smooth young lovely shoulder blades. The wrists were tied, then the ropes brought around the folded arms and tied, and tied to the wrist bindings. When the boy stood up some eleven minutes later, he was 'the boy with no arms'. His arms were completely immobilized like this, but no rope went across the boy's smooth perfect chest which Karl, taking the opportunity, held against his own smooth muscular chest.

"I can't move my arms at all!" Jhoon said.

"That's right. It's like not having any arms. You're helpless. And you know what? You can't cover your butt or your balls! Nyah ha ha!"

Naked Jhoon walked around the bedroom like that for a minute. It was a bit cramping but not painful, the ropes around his arms holding them together so the wrists wouldn't… and couldn't… be lowered. He could not reach anything he tried for, the hands being, on the ends of the helplessly folded arms, in the most useless of positions.

"OK, get back over here… it's time for more." Karl said. The cord was put around the boy's balls again, uncomfortably and a bit frightening. He then tied the boy's ankles and his legs, just above the knees, and folded the boy's legs, tying the ankles to the thighs, depriving the boy of the use of his legs. A blindfold came next, then the boy's mouth was stuffed full of something and taped securely. The boy moaned into the gag with obvious excitement and, when he was placed on the carpet, began to squirm around and jerk to his heart's content, trying to talk, making a lot of muffled vocalizations.

"Naked. Helpless. Prisoner. You're all mine, boy!" Karl said, deciding not to tie the boy's ball-string to anything since he was going to be unattended for a short time.

Of course, Jhoon never realized that the man was making photographs of him, and had been doing so for months. Oh, Jhoon knew there were a couple of pictures of him, tied up with his shirt off, in a loincloth, in his underwear. He'd even posed for them. And of course, because they had a secret (which Jhoon, up until six months ago, had begged Karl to reassure him would remain secret… his mom would get real mad if she knew they were playing tie up games), he'd destroyed them (but not their copies) and they had an agreement that they'd never keep the pictures they took, just in case.

Karl had a nice collection now.

Jhoon, pretending to be captured and stripped naked and bound, rolled back and forth, never able really to get onto his back, enjoying the feel of the restraints and the air and carpet on his bare skin, happily played for a long time. He even managed to hump the carpet, his chest and thighs and pecker against it, his arms cramped and his legs even more cramped… until he had another 'finish'.

Jhoon was aching to get loose after an hour and, it was about that time that Karl came in to change his position (having checked on him several times before, in between masturbation sessions).

After untying the boy (but not before chaining his neck to the bedpost… the agreement was that the boy would be restrained in some manner at all times, and at all times naked), and after a rest, the boy spent an hour spread-eagled between two poles in Karl's basement, while Karl kissed and licked and feasted on his naked squirming body.

Later they cuddled on the couch, the boy's hands tied behind his back, and watched some more TV, the boy rubbing the man's chest with his face and kissing him. The boy wanted to suck Karl's cock, he said, because he loved him so much, but Karl had a timetable for such things and declined, saying that it wasn't time yet, even when Jhoon promised not to remove his blindfold.

But, when the boy was tied to the bed, his ankles bound apart to the bedposts, his hands tied behind his back, and his elbows pulled to the sides and tied to the bed frame, the boy, unable to sit up or turn over, his little stiffy raging, Karl playing with the balls that, he reminded poor Jhoon, were his and that he could do mean things to them, finally, Karl decided it was time for the next step, and gave the boy a very nice blowjob. Karl was hard as a rock, too, but this was for Jhoon. He sucked the pecker, licking it, stroking it, occasionally supporting gently the little ball sack, while the boy bucked and squirmed and pretended it was torture and that he didn't want it…. and the boy had the most intense 'finish' ever.

After that came a hogtie, with blindfold and gag, for almost an hour. Then the boy was made to stand in strappado, his wrists & arms bound behind him, ankles tied, the rope from his wrists pulled upward toward the floor joist in the basement, bent over, while Karl patted his little butt and made fun of his helplessness.

At each stage, the boy being chained in some way by ankle, ankles, neck, or even once by the waist, his wrists were inspected. Long ago, Jhoon had adopted the habit of keeping multiple rubberbands around his wrists, as if storing them there for when he might need them, never very tight, but it did explain the marks on his wrists from being tied up. His mother, if she noticed, never questioned it, and Jhoon never had to test his lie.

Later, the boy's hands still tied behind his back and his ankles tied, under the covers with Karl (who was wearing his blue briefs and nothing else), the boy kisses Karl's chest again and said "I love you Karl."

"I love you too, Jhoon"

And the man cuddled his naked captive to his chest and they both slept soundly til morning.

Karl and Jhoon's Vacation

The vacation plans:

He'd already begun making plans. He was so horny at the thought of what he'd do that he stripped down and got into the shower and got nice and clean. He shaved and lay in the bed and masturbated himself while rubbing a pillow on his chest.

He thought of the first time Jhoon got to spend a whole night at his house, Jhoon's mother actually thanking him for watching the boy while she attended some meeting or other. They played tie up games most of the night and part of the next morning. It made him cum so hard that semen spurted up to his chest, unusual for Karl.

At 35, Karl was in very good shape from years of Tae Kwon Do practice. Leanly muscled, smooth-chested, very little body hair. He looked like he was in his twenties, aided by his slightly-shaggy brown hair. After wiping up with a towel, he looked at himself and smiled, liking the slim muscular fit figure he saw in the mirror, knowing that others liked it too.

Especially Jhoon.

No Tae Kwon Do pratice tonight. Karl put on one of his good suits, a dark blue one, and went to his favourite restaurant, the Oriental Restaurant which was owned and run by Jhoon's mother, Soo Lim.

Karl would like to have gotten to know Soo Lim better, but the young Korean woman made it clear that she had no romantic interest in him. They had remained good friends, especially when Karl got her son Jhoon enrolled, at reduced cost, into a Tae Kwon Do school.

Karl thought over his timetable, a timetable he'd never written down. It was time for another step, perhaps two.

After dinner (Soo Lim making sure he was treated like royalty) and a generous tip to the cute Taiwanese girl who served him, he came home. It was only about 7:30 and, as soon as he pulled in the driveway, Jhoon came riding down the street on his bicycle. Moments later, the bike was parked behind Karl's house and Jhoon was inside.

"Can we play a game, please? Mom's not coming home til late tonight 'cause it's Friday," the boy asked, eagerly, already taking off his shirt.

"Hmmmmm, well, I guess so. I'm not busy at the moment," the man replied.

"Get me good, OK?"

Karl smiled. "OK, but everything comes off, my captive prisoner."

Jhoon almost squeeled with delight, calling at the last minute for his ancestral discipline. He removed every stitch of his clothes, and put them in the box in Karl's spare bedroom, as well as the rubber bands he kept on his wrists, to explain any grooves in his skin, locking the box and bringing the key to Karl. Karl pocketed the key as Jhoon turned around and put his hands behind his back to be tied.

It was his favourite way… and Karl's.

Karl had previously masturbated on the boy's body, and the boy on Karl's, and Karl had sucked the boy's pecker once. They hadn't had such contact in a few weeks, since the time Jhoon had spent the night with Karl.

Karl was tying Jhoon's hands behind him and decided to pull his arms back and tie the elbows, too. Jhoon's arms went easily back, the boy being very flexible, and soon the boy's arms were immobilized and the naked boy was helpless.

"Nyah! I got you, naked prisoner!" Karl said in his villan voice.

"Oh no, please let me go, please give me some clothes," the boy begged, getting into the part. Karl grabbed the boy and took him to the bedroom where he tied his ankles to his wrists, hogtie style, and left him on the bed. He rubbed the boy's chest and tummy and got his fingers around the boy's balls.

"No, not my balls! Noooooo!" the boy said, as if he were frightened. It was exciting, but not scary any more. The boy knew the man could do anything he wanted but also knew that the man loved him and wouldn't hurt him.

"Nyah, I'll be back to TORTURE you later," Karl said, and went to his own room while Jhoon rolled around, giving himself a stiffy, and rubbing it against the matress some, not able to really get a good rub.

Karl took off his suit and was about to put on some pants, when he decided that he'd rather have the boy see him in something less. He was wearing dark blue bikini-type underwear, which looked like speedos on him. He checked himself out and smiled, and returned to the boy in his undies.

The boy's eyes lit up when he saw Karl like that. Jhoon loved rubbing against the man's skin almost as much as he loved his own skin being rubbed, and he liked the man's muscles.

Karl untied Jhoon's feet from his hands and lay him on the bed. Jhoon rolled around and around, not falling from the bed, playing the part of a captured helpless frightened boy… inadvertantly showing off his cute butt and hairless balls and circumcised little boy pecker. Karl was still elated, not believing his luck, that the boy's parents had, unusually for asians, had the boy circumcised when he was a baby. Karl had a preference for circumcised penises, like his own.

"Tie me up more," Jhoon said, but Karl just kissed the boy's chest and rubbed it and cuddled the boy to his own bare muscular chest.

"No, there's not enough time for a long game. Oh, look, Jhoon is getting a stiffy!"

Jhoon giggled, embarassed, but not horrified like the first time, over a year ago, that he got a hardon in front of Karl.

"Now, it's torture unless you answer questions."

"If I answer, will you let me jack off? Or jack me off?"

"We'll see. Now, when does your mother get off work tonight?"

"She'll get home about midnight, after the restaurant closes and she tells everyone what to do before they go home."

"Good. Now, when does she have another trip or meeting?"

"I don't know. There's one class on some kind of foreign cooking she wants to take but I think she's gonna send Mr Park."

Karl knew about this, of course… Soo Lim had told him about it one night after Tae Kwon Do practice. It was some kind of Thai cooking, something she could use to increase the menu at her Oriental Restaurant.

"Why?"

"Cause it's a week long and she can't leave me alone that long. Gosh I wish I could stay with you for a week."

Karl began to rub the boy's genitals, gently, making the boy squirm more.

"Don't say another word about it… just find out when it is."

"That's easy. There's a bunch of papers about it in the desk. I'll bring you one. Now please, I gotta… cum!" the boy said remembering the word, and not wanting to say 'orgasm' because it sounded funny.

Karl hugged and cuddled Jhoon for a bit more, and then let Jhoon hump his belly while he kissed the boy's chest. For now, Karl would wait til later to masturbate himself. Not too much at one time, he reminded himself.

After the boy had a nice dry orgasm, he was allowed to run around the house with his hands tied behind him, Karl chasing him and catching him and rubbing his body before letting him run again. At 10 o'clock, the phone rang. It was Jhoon's mother's number, but Karl was not concerned. Jhoon had forwarded all calls to Karl's number. He held the phone to Jhoon's ear so Jhoon could talk, the naked boy talking to his mom while his hands were tied behind him. His mom thought he was at home.

After a short English conversation (they only spoke Korean at home, to preserve the language, and practice English on all other occasions, including phone calls), the boy said 'bye' and said she was just checking up on him and that she'd be home around midnight.

Jhoon walked around naked with his hands tied behind him, really trying to get loose, delighted when he couldn't, asking about the chains Karl had used on him a couple of times, and at 10:30 Karl untied the boy and cuddled him, rubbing his wrists. The marks from the ropes faded quickly, and when the box was unlocked, Jhoon put the rubberbands on his wrists, some of them fit snugly, most loosely. Two of them, Karl noticed, were wide plastic-rubber bands, one yellow, one green. Jhoon said the kids at school wore them and Karl paid little attention to them.

By 11:00, Jhoon was dressed and rode his bike carefully home, in the dark, on the nearly vacant streets.

Karl thought that the next two weeks went like a movie with too much background and not enough action. Like an old fashioned science fiction story, which was all explanation and no plot.

But he'd scheduled his bonus week the same week Soo Lim's potential conference was. It was in the summer, when Jhoon wouldn't be in school. And he mentioned it several times and finally pulled out the pamphlet. To make a boring segment short, he talked Soo Lim into going to the conference. Yes, Jhoon could stay with him. Yes, it was summer and yes he had the week off and no he hadn't one plan for the week off. "It's a bonus week and I really didn't make any plans," he'd told her, not telling her that he could have scheduled it whenever he wanted.

Sunday

And by Sunday evening, Jhoon, his things locked in a box, naked, stood on the cold concrete floor of Karl's basement room. Originally intended as a family room, the floor unfinished and most of the paneling incomplete, some shelves put up on one wall, Karl opened the big box which was sitting on the table.

"We're gonna have fun for a whole week," he told Jhoon. "We'll go swimming some and we'll play tie-ups every day!"

Jhoon was almost jumping with excitement. "Are you gonna keep me naked all the time?" he asked.

"Most of it, while you're in the house."

"And tied up?"

"One way or the other, most of the time, yes."

Karl in his black karate pants, wearing nothing else, seemed indifferent to the cool air in the basement. He kept the air conditioning on to encourage cuddling on the part of his naked playmate. When he turned around, Jhoon was facing away from him, his hands behind his back over his little butt, waiting to be bound.

"Tie me up different than you ever did before! Real good! Please?"

Karl smiled and said nothing, beginning to bind the boy's wrists crossed behind his back, using the clothesline he so often used because it was secure but easy to get untied in a hurry. He thought and removed the line, using some soft cotton 1/3-inch [1 cm] diameter rope instead. Knots would be harder to pick, but they were in no hurry tonight, he reminded himself.

Then he lifted the boy to the table, bound his ankles, and said he had a surprise. He blindfolded the boy. He raised the boy's legs and the boy could not bring them down. Finally, he moved the box from the table and moved the table. The boy was left naked, hanging by his ankles, his hands tied behind his back, the blindfold removed. The boy's head was about 3 feet [90 cm] from the floor.

"Nyah ha ha!" Karl said. "Now you'll NEVER get away!"

The boy jerked and squirmed, not worrying at all about falling, until Karl warned him. But, of course, Karl didn't want his pet injured and took care to make the bindings secure, the boy hanging by a thicker rope, bound to his ankle rope, from a sturdy floor joist. The boy was allowed to hang for some time, spinning slowly, showing off his naked body. Karl sat and watched.

When he figured the boy had been upside down long enough, he came over and began to fondle Jhoon's balls a bit, telling the boy how helpless he was and that he could hurt him and torture him. And, of course, their play torture involved lots of hand-on-skin and stroking and fondling and groping.

Karl untied Jhoon's wrists and tied them together over his head, so they'd hang down.

Jhoon giggled. "I can untie my hands with my teeth," he said.

"Really?"

Karl brought Jhoon's bound wrists, by the length of rope that hung from them, and pulled the boy til he was almost horizontal, his back making a bow and his tummy hanging down. He tied the wrists to another floor joist, so the boy was hanging by his wrists and ankles, more or less horizontally. His face and hands and feet were above the level of Karl's head, but his tummy and hips hung down to about eye level. Karl savored the sight, the boy squirming, pretending to be tortured.

It didn't take long for Jhoon to figure out that he could flip around so he was face up, facing the 'ceiling' of the basement, his butt hanging down. And of course, Karl pinched and otherwise 'tortured' his little sweet Korean butt in the process. Whenever Jhoon would flip the other way, his balls became the target.

After Jhoon began to get uncomfortable, Karl untied his legs. "No, I wanna stay up here some more," he said. But Karl insisted. "You want to play all week or just play one night and spend the next few nights getting well?" he asked. Jhoon, hanging naked by his wrists, kicked his legs squirming. Karl hugged the boy, chest to chest, stroking his body and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hehehe I like it when you kiss me." Jhoon said.

"Yeah, I can kiss you all over like this."

But after some hugging, Karl let the boy down and untied his wrists. "Time for a bathroom break," he told Jhoon.

Jhoon, sporting another 'stiffy', went to the bathroom more to jerk off than to pee, though he did both. He came out, naked, and went back to the basement to find Karl.

Karl grabbed the boy and wrestled him to the carpeted area of the floor, actually just a giant old (but clean) rug on the concrete at one part. Karl slipped a big plastic something or other over the boy's head. It was like a two-piece helmet, with a front and a back. There were air holes in the top, on either side of the hinges. The hinges were tightly bolted to the polymer material. The bottom of the device, when it was brought together, fitted almost like a collar. Karl had made the helmet from a black polymer vase, which was supposed to hold outdoor plants. The edges, where it had been cut with a saw, were smoothed and rubber strips were epoxy-glued to make a tight fit.

Of course, two little padlocks were put on the device, Karl sitting on poor Jhoon's back, the boy's arms trapped beside him. When the man got up, Jhoon could not see. He could not remove the device, and Karl watched with delight as the boy, carefully at first, then more insistant, attempted to remove the device.

"Now," Karl began, and Jhoon, standing now, let his arms down, "now you can't see. You can't get any food. And unless you want to try to drown yourself, you can't drink, even if you can find water."

Jhoon tried more. He didn't much care for this thing. It was interesting, but he enjoyed seeing his body tied up, and seeing Karl's bare chest.

"I can't see anything!" he said. "Come on, I wanna see!"

"No," Karl said. "Not yet. I've something else to do to you."

Jhoon giggled, it being hard to cuddle against Karl with the helmet locked on, Karl lifting the boy and laying him on the table again, on his back. The boy's arms were pulled out and something put around his wrists, something wide and snug. The boy's arms were about at shoulder level. His legs were spread and, as Karl put the wide things on his ankles, Jhoon discovered to his delight that he could not move his arms, they being pulled out to the sides and secured. There was some clinking and clanking and finally the helmet was unlocked and removed. Jhoon breathed a deep breath and looked around him.

On each wrist and ankle was a strap, like a collar, wide, tight, impossible to slip out of. Each strap was connected by a rope to a bar on each side of him. His ankles were fastened to the bars at the bottom. As the boy looked up, he saw a bar over his head. Ropes from the bar went to the ceiling to pullies he hadn't noticed before.

Karl went and began pulling on the ropes. He pulled hard, but the pully arrangement kept things smooth, and soon the boy was standing in a rectangular frame, his feet resting on the bottom, his arms out to his sides, his legs spread, and of course, naked.

"Cool!" he said. "This is soooo cool!"

The boy struggled, satisfied that he was held captive and helpless, jerking his bonds as the frame was lifted higher until it touched the pullies. He was bare, all the way around. And Karl let him know it, running his hands all over the boy's body, particularly his little balls.

"No, not my balls again!" Jhoon said, giggling.

"Yes, it's ALWAYS your balls, my prisoner, my naked helpless captive. Because they are so pretty!"

"Yuk, balls aren't pretty!"

"Yours are… 'cause you're young and don't have nasty man-hair all over"

Jhoon giggled and struggled, and with Karl's hands over his chest (both of them, Karl recognised a long time ago, loved chest contact, the pecs being like an erogenous zone) and his genitals, the boy soon had a stiffy. A raging one.

Karl played with it, and the boy's balls, while the boy tried to free his arms. But hanging there, it was no use. Karl then walked behind the boy and reached around him to play with his chest with one arm and his balls with the other hand. Jhoon moaned and finally begged:

"Come on, Karl, please… I gotta jerk off! I'll… I'll do anything!"

Karl though that this was the week to try a new act on the boy.

"Anything?"

"Yeah! I gotta cum! Please?"

Karl smiled bigtime, the boy's naked squirming body indicating that he was in REAL torment. Karl kissed the boy's cheek.

"OK, listen. I'll jack you myself." Jhoon's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning, looking at wrapped gifts under a big tree. "But you gotta do it for me, too."

"Anything," Jhoon said, turning to look at the man.

"And you gotta use your mouth."

"Huh?"

"Remember like I did?"

"You mean, I gotta give you a blowjob?"

Karl had been unprepared for that term, and pretended to think about it. "Yes, that's about right. A blowjob. Like I did you."

Jhoon grinned. "Oh, yeah! Sure! I'd love to play with YOUR dick!"

Karl tormented him for awhile longer, then laid the frame, lowering it, on the floor. Jhoon squeeled as his naked chest and tummy hit the cold concrete floor, and did not resist as Karl brought his hands behind his back and tied them there with the rope again before he'd release the boy's ankles.

Jhoon was shivering just a little, which Karl liked, because it made him want to cuddle more. Karl blindfolded the 'captive' tied a cord around his balls, much to the boy's interest. He'd been tied that way before; he could not get his hands around to his scrotum and, of course, had to walk wherever Karl led him, since the man was holding the end of the cord. They went upstairs, where it was warmer, and Karl laid the boy on a bed, brushing the little bit of dust off the boy's skin.

"Why can't I see?" Jhoon said, pretending to pout. "You get to see!"

"Yes, and I get to wear clothes, and you don't. And I get to be free and you are tied up like my naked captive to TORTURE! Nyah ha ha!"

Karl began tickling the boy, then nibbling on his tummy and chest and waist, then patting his butt. Jhoon, despite the mild discomfort of having his balls tied, was sporting another stiffy. Karl, of course, was rock hard.

At Karl's instruction, the blindfolded, naked Jhoon, with his hands behind his back, tied there securely, was kneeling in front of Karl.

"Tie my feet too so I can't run away," Jhoon said. Karl bound the boy's ankles and then tied them to his wrists, so the boy was in a kneeling hogtie, sitting on his heels, his mouth open waiting for Karl's cock. Karl had coached him and, of course, had told him over the last few months, bits of a time, enough anatomy and physiology, simplified, so that Jhoon's first time sucking a cock would be successful.

"We'll torture the girl if you don't suck," Karl said, in his villan voice again. "We'll grind off her feet and poke her eyes out and pour acid all over her!"

Jhoon got into the part, naked, helpless, being 'forced' to take part in his own 'torture', to save an imaginary girl. Actually, he thought it was going to be sooooo cool to suck a cock, despite what the kids at school said about it.

And so he did. He sucked and sucked, using his tongue, and keeping his lips over his teeth, gagging occasionally when Karl got a little carried away, his little chest heaving when he timed he breathing with the movements of his head. His jaw became tired rather quickly, but Karl, worked up and not wanting to make the boy work too hard the first time, with a little help from his own hands, spurted his seed into the boy's mouth. Jhoon, prepared for it, swallowed it, not liking the taste of it or the sliminess but not completely put off by it, either.

"I hope I can cum when I get older," he said.

"You will. Maybe when you're 13 or 14, sometimes earlier."

Two hours later, Karl was in his karate pants again. Jhoon was naked, untied, sitting next to Karl on the couch as they ate Pizza. The pizza delivery girl would have been shocked had she known, as she stood in the livingroom getting paid, that in the next room, a naked 10 year old boy was tied up, hands behind him, feet tied, stuffed between the matress and box spring of the bed in Karl's spare bedroom.

The two watched TV, eating pizza and drinking Coke. After that, bathroom and brushing teeth.

"Will you tie me up all night?" Jhoon asked, rather hopefully.

Karl looked at his wrists. "No, not tonight. Maybe I'll just chain you to the bed by your neck.

Jhoon was a little disappointed. He'd hoped to be kept tied up for a whole night, which Karl promised him later in the week. "Of course, maybe I'll tie you to the spare bed and then leave you there while I sleep…"

"Nooooo!" Jhoon said, wrapping his arms around Karl. "I wanna sleep with you!"

And so they spent the first night of their vacation, the boy snuggled up to Karl, kissing his chest muscles and the man stroking the boy's smooth skin.

Monday

Jhoon woke up later and went to the bathroom. The boy was still naked, and had since not given one thought to being naked in front of the man, except for how exciting it was most of the time. He came into the livingroom. Karl was wearing his white karate pants, without the top, and was stretching. Jhoon sat down next to him and began stretching, too.

The two worked out, in the space allowed, doing some situps, pushups, lots of stretching, and some standing punches and kicks, repeating the moves at Karl's discretion, following his cadence. Finally, when both were sweating, they went to the bathroom and showered together; following was a light breakfast and brushing of teeth. The furniture was replaced.

They sat around and watched some movies on TV and generally loafed around all morning, until it was noon.

"I got a good idea," Jhoon said. "Why don't you capture me and pretend like you're torturing me, and fix it so I can jerk around and squirm and try to get loose. Like… maybe some kind of, um, torture thing is on me or something.

Karl thought. "I've got an idea about that, but it'll have to wait. But I think it's time to put my prisoner in rope so he doesn't try to get dressed and run away."

Karl had, of course, locked up all of the boy's clothes. Jhoon knew this and stuck out his tongue and ran, naked, through the livingroom and to the basement door, Karl following, but not too closely. When the boy was cornered in the basement, he turned around, holding his hands over his pecker and balls, backing away from Karl as if frightened, or trying to escape. He grinned and giggled when the man picked him up in his arms, carried him to the big table, and put the boy, on his belly, on the table. He giggled again when his bare chest and tummy touched the cold tabletop.

In a few moments, his wrists were crossed and bound behind his back, and Jhoon began to squirm. He was now, once again, a naked helpless prisoner. Karl rolled him over onto his back and grabbed his balls.

"No, not my balls again!" Jhoon begged, but Karl had already gotten his fingers around them. "Nyah ha ha," Karl said, "torture time again! I got your BALLS! I can SQUEEZE them and TWIST them and PULL them and make you HURT!" Karl teased his captive.

"Karl? Would you really hurt me?"

"No, of course not… it's just pretend."

"But I mean, make it really hurt… not too bad or something that will make me have to go to the doctor or something… but I want you to really hurt me a little bit. Not too much...."

"Hmmmmm I've got an idea about that, too" Karl said.

With that, Karl tied the boy's scrotum again, and tied it to his wrists, so that the boy could not move his arms without pulling his nuts. Also, tied like that, the scrotum was rather tight around the boy's little balls, which, of course, made them more tender and sensitive to touch.

Karl carefully lifted the Jhoon from the table. He could walk if he was careful, running would have been uncomfortable if not painful. Karl led the boy upstairs, and laid him on the bed, his ankles tied apart to the lower bedposts. The boy lay on his back unable to sit up (due to the rope on his balls) or roll over (because his legs were spread) with his hands helplessly behind his back. Completely naked of course.

Karl flicked the boy's balls with his fingers.

The boy yelped. "Ow, that hurt!"

"You said you wanted real pain."

"Not there"

"Too bad!"

"Nooooo!"

Karl flicked them a few times, the boy interested but obviously uncomfortable. The boy squirmed a bit, forgetting his hands, and pulling painfully on the rope.

"Owwww!"

"Want me to stop?"

"No… just, well do something else."

Karl sat next to the boy, rubbing his chest and belly and dawdling with his pecker, which of course began to become stiff. He grinned and untied the boy from the bed, and untied his balls from his hands. He left the cord on the balls, though. He took the boy into the basement and put him on the table, and hogtied him tightly. The boy was already cramping, and completely immobilized.

"Now, you gotta have a safeword." Karl said.

"What's that?"

"When it becomes too real for you, when it hurts too bad, when you want me to stop, you say that special word."

"Oh, ok… like…"

"Try 'Boston'."

"Like the city?"

"Yes. Just get the word 'Boston' in the sentence, or just say 'Boston' and I'll stop until you are OK again. It's for safety."

"OK"

By that time, Karl had tied a rope around the hogtie and looped it through a pulley on the ceiling. He began to pull. The boy's stomach was on the table, and after a moment he was pulled up, off the table, hanging by his bound wrists & ankles, spinning slowly, his body a very large arch, his back bent severely.

"Oh, wow, I can almost not stand it!" Jhoon exclaimed, pleased with the situation.

The boy was groaning after a few minutes, trying to straighten his back, not strong enough to do it. The cord was hanging from his balls as Karl moved the table away. Karl told him he called it a 'hanging hogtie'.

Jhoon groaned and pulled and when Karl threatened to hang a heavy weight from the boy's balls, the boy got a look on his face that was halfway between delight and fright. Karl didn't do it, of course, and when the boy began to shake, he let him down. Jhoon was just about to figure out how to use 'Boston' in a sentence.

As the boy lay on the table, still immobilized and helpless, they talked a bit about the hanging. How it would be if he weren't let down… how it would just get worse and worse.

"There's something else I can do, too. You might not like it, but I think I'll try it." Karl said.

"What?"

The man lifted the boy, his hands still tied behind him and his feet tied. "You remember when I tied your hands behind your back AND mine together?"

The boy thought and, smiling, nodded. "Yeah, you jacked off rubbing on my butt."

"Well, there's another torture I could do. I could jack off INSIDE your butt. It's like a real torture."

"Oh, shit, like… like gay people do!" the boy said, surprising Karl.

"Yes, but if you're not gay, it's torture. It hurts, especially at first."

"How do they… I mean, yours is so big… can it really fit?"

"Yes, and I'm going to prove it to you."

By then he'd carried the naked boy to the bedroom again. He blindfolded the boy and untied his ankles, and after some instruction, the boy was kneeling on the bed, his butt in the air, his wrists bound at the small of his back, his face to the matress.

"But it won't fit," the boy complained, squirming his wrists, clearly enjoying being helpless and naked and blindfolded.

"You've put your finger in there before, haven't you?"

The boy was embarassed but said, "Yeah, a couple of times… to, well, to dig out one that was stuck."

Karl didn't know exactly what Jhoon meant by that. He got undressed and on his knees behind the boy. He rubbed something on his cock to make it slippery, and put the head of his cock against the boy's butthole.

"Ohhh! Woo!" the boy said, as the cock began to slip inside him. "Ohhhhh it hurts, it's… stretching!"

"Want to call your safeword?"

The boy thought…"I'll try to take it. Oh, oh!"

Karl very patiently worked his circumcised manhood into the boy's butt, instructing the boy to relax, like he'd been trying to hold it in and now was about to let it out. "Don't push, just don't resist," he said.

And it went in to the hilt, the boy crying, even a few tears coming out, but the boy didn't call his safeword. He squirmed his arms, helplessly, and when the man reached around the boy he was stiff.

"Oh, Jhoon's got a stiffy," Karl said. He began to expertly masturbate the boy, who of course could not do anything about it. Karl knew that, when sexually aroused, pain could be more easily ignored. "Now we can torture you and fuck your butt at the same time, nyah ha ha! And you'll never get away!"

The boy squirmed and got into the part, really enjoying it, he was getting some kind of real torture that wouldn't really hurt him. He didn't want to have his arm broken or anything that would keep him from playing and going through his normal routine, and didn't want any marks on him to explain.

And Jhoon had another dry orgasm, the man's following soon. Afterwards, Jhoon still naked with his hands tied behind him, cuddling in Karl's arms, he wanted, and received, reassurance that no one would ever find out about their games.

After untying his captive and a trip to the bathroom, Jhoon came back for more. "Come on, tie me up again! Pretend like they get my balls and dick again!"

Karl smiled, Jhoon not having removed the cord from his balls. Twenty minutes later, the boy was stretched out and tied, naked, in the metal frame, the frame hanging up in the basement from the floor joists. Karl was wearing his karate pants but nothing else. The boy was stretched out much more than he had been the first time.

"Nyah! You can't move at all! You're all mine!" Karl said. He ran his hands over Jhoon's body; the boy of course jerking and squirming and pretending like he was captured and being tortured. "I'm gonna eat you alive! Nyah ha ha! Then the little monsters will take bites out of you!"

Karl began nibbling and kissing over Jhoon's sweet young smooth body: chest, tummy, thighs, buttcheeks; running his hands all over the boy, and fondling his pecker and balls.

"You're NAAAAAAAAAA-ked and all TIED UP! Nyah ha ha! Can't get away!" Karl teased his captive. Jhoon squirmed delightfully, Karl feasting on the boy's body, playing with his little pecker til it got stiff again.

"Now I'm gonna suck your dick!" Karl stated, as if it was something the boy would not want. And proceeded to do just that. Playing with the boy's helpless balls, he sucked and licked the little stiffy til Jhoon had another orgasm.

"Get me down," the boy panted.

"Why, are you hurting?"

"No, I wanna rub against you!"

So Karl rubbed his chest against the boy, who was begging to be allowed to put his arms around the man. Finally, with warning that he was not to reach up and remove the blindfold, Karl lowered the frame and united Jhoon, tying the boy's hands again behind his back and smacking his butt playfully.

"MMmmm I like you with your hands behind you, Jhoon," he said, kissing the boy's body. Jhoon cuddled close, wanting more contact.

Jhoon, his wrists and elbows bound, bent over, standing on the floor, a rope from his wrists pulling his arms up, forcing him to bend over, the rope attached to an overhead eyebolt, squirmed uncomfortably. Jhoon had seen this picture before somewhere but could not remember where. Karl of course had a field day with Jhoon's balls, keeping poor Jhoon's ankles far apart using the spreader bar he'd fashioned from a long chain, a three-foot aluminium pipe, and two snaphooks. Padlocks could have been used, but of course Jhoon's hands were well away from the device.

By the time he released Jhoon, the boy had a raging stiffy again, as did Karl. Karl carried the boy upstairs, put him on the bed, his hands still tied behind him ("No, please don't untie me yet… keep me like this a little longer!"), laid atop the boy who squirmed and twisted his young naked boy body delightfully, rubbing his hard pecker agains the man's hard cock. They rubbed each other, the boy being allowed to cum first by rubbing on the man's belly as the man kissed and nibbled on the boy's perfect chest; then the man rubbed his cock on the boy's chest and spurt his seed on the boy's skin.

Untied, later, the naked Jhoon was thinking up other ways to be tied up, most of them involving being suspended or tied upside down. Karl looked at Jhoon's wrists and said that there would be no more tie ups today, but kept the boy happy by locking a chain around his neck, attaching it via a small padlock to various immovable objects. The boy giggled as he talked, on the telephone, to his mother, who had called to check on him. He was chained by the neck to a pole in the basement, chilly, naked, playing with his willie while he talked to his mom, thinking it a great thrill.

Jhoon was put in the spreader bar, this time with padlocks, for the night. He was forced to sleep alone, which he didn't want, for some reason. Karl told him he had to sleep alone sometimes as part of his discipline. The boy had to walk awkwardly when he got up at 4:00 a.m. to pee. He grinned, pretending that he'd been captured and stripped and that he couldn't get away like this… he could not even put pants on if he had them.

Tuesday

Karl did not put the stopper in the tub. "I don't want the ice to melt and risk you drowning." He told Jhoon.

"Ice? What ice?" Jhoon asked, in the tub, on his back, unable to get up or get out, his knees bent, squirming with his hands, almost (but not quite) hogtied.

"Nooooooo! Jhoon screamed when Karl came and dumped bag after bag of ice over the boy. He'd gotten up early and gone to the local Seven-Eleven for a dozen bags of ice, hauling them back in his car before Jhoon got out of his spreader bar. The boy squeeled when the cold ice covered him. Karl laughed. The boy tried to get out of the tub but could not, and was shivering and his teeth chattering by the time Karl got the last bag of ice over him.

Cold, shivering, teeth chattering, and helpless, the chain behind him uncomfortable, the ice chips all over the poor boy, Jhoon, begged to be taken out of the tub. But Karl merely shut the bathroom door and went into the living room to watch the news.

Karl came back later. Jhoon was begging to be let out, shivering. Karl pulled the boy out of the ice and laid him on the cold bathroom floor. Not even a bathmat or towel for poor Jhoon. Jhoon was begging, "Please Karl, please get me warm. I'll do anything! Anything!"

Shortly, they were in the livingroom again, Jhoon's hands still taped behind him. He was snuggling up to Karl, trying to get warm, begging to have his hands free so he could hug his grown-up friend. Karl of course stroked and cuddled and kissed Jhoon's body all over. He finally untied the boy completely, checking his wrists, and Jhoon cuddled up with him under a blanket, on the couch, and fell asleep with the History Channel playing something about World War II.

Jhoon wanted to be tied up again, saying they only had a few more days, but Karl would not tie him up. "Your wrists need to heal up first," he told the boy. "Or I'd risk ruining them and you'd never get to be tied up anymore."

Jhoon then, with a chain on his neck, locked to a collar, naked, busied himself drawing pictures of tied up boys, all with their shirts off, some naked, a few in rags or loincloths. He drew reasonably well, having some skill and practice and lots of patience.

He had drawn about six or seven pictures (not counting the ones he messed up and threw away) by the time Karl got back with the groceries. The naked boy, chain dragging behind him, helped Karl put away the groceries and then they had lunch, having skipped breakfast. Karl brought in a large box, and took it to the basement, forbidding Jhoon to follow (as if he could have followed with that chain running from his neck to the frame of the hide-a-bed in the living room).

"Who says I can't keep you captive even if I don't tie your hands?" Karl said. Jhoon was a bit forlorn at this; he believed (as did Karl) that the hands were the key to any good tie-up. But when he walked naked, on his chain-leash, down to the basement, blindfolded, and was required to crawl into some kind of thing, and was finally allowed to remove the blindfold, he was elated.

Karl had bought a sturdy dog cage, the kind you use to transport dogs in a van, made of shiny nickel-plated steel, and naked Jhoon was sitting inside it. He could get to his knees but couldn't kneel up. He could sit but was a bit cramped. And this one didn't have all those hook things that allowed to cage to be opened a dozen ways. The top and the bottom were locked (after the cage was unfolded) and so was the door. Jhoon busied himself for hours trying to get out of the cage (Karl masturbated once and then read the mail and paid bills), rattling around and pretending to be captured, stripped, and awaiting torment. The fact that Karl had mentioned finding a couple of nine-year-old girls to come and make fun of him horrified the boy; at the same time, it excited him.

Jhoon was let out for supper and bathroom (on a chain, of course) and spent the rest of the evening in the cage. As a reward for being good, he was allowed to sleep with Karl in his bed tonight, cuddling with the man, kissing his muscles, and rubbing their bodies together.

Wednesday

"Tie me up and make me suck your thing again," Jhoon begged, naked, his fingers on his own pecker. "Tie me up real good so I can't do anything at all! I wanna be tortured good!"

"Oh, really? Well, I've got an idea then, my naked captive helpless slave boy!" Jhoon giggled and the man left the boy in the living room with the TV going. He returned about 10 minutes later. He was carrying something… made of metal, about 3 feet [90 cm] long… flat long metal, smoothed on the edges. The two pieces of metal were hinged on one end, and, when closed together, formed four loops of the metal: two near the ends, and two about 1/3 of the way from each end. On the end opposite the hinged end was a hasp which could be secured with a padlock.

Jhoon watched with interest as his ankles were put into the metal loops at each end of the device, and when his wrists were put into the ones in the middle, he was stuck. He sat on the floor, unable to straighten his legs (because his arms were too short to allow it, the wrists locked in the two rings in the middle) or lay back (because his knees were bent, legs spread).

When Karl tipped the boy backwards, he was a sight. Naked. Knees pulled up, wrists at just below waist level, legs almost 3 feet [90 cm] apart, wrists about 18 inches [50 cm] apart, immobile. His pecker and balls were on display as was most of his butt.

Jhoon rolled around just a bit that way, immobile, helpless to move, and then realizes his position. As soon as his facial expression changes, Karl grabs his helplessly exposed balls.

"Now I really got you!" Karl said, smiling. Jhoon immediately got into it. "No, no not that! Oh no I can't stop you from doing anything!"

Karl slipped out of his pajama pants and, hard, pulled the boy to a sitting position again. He stepped, one foot thru the loop formed by the boy's arms and the metal restraint, turning the boy's head.

The boy turned his head away. "No, please, not that!'

"Yes, THAT," Karl replied. "And you better get it good and wet, 'cause I'm gonna torture your butt next and you can't stop it."

Jhoon complied, being 'forced' to since he was naked and in the restraint, wondering how Karl was going to sodomize him again. He soon found out.

After the man was good and wet, and Jhoon was stiff too, the man turned Jhoon onto his belly… actually, with his knees bent, legs spread, hands held between his knees, the boy was face and knees on the carpet, ass in the air. Karl began fondling the boy's balls, threatening…

"I'll SQUEEZE your balls and TWIST your balls and make you SCREAM, naked captive boy! Nyah ha ha!

Karl got between his legs and began to ram his cock at the boy's exposed puckered butt. The boy didn't cry this time, actually relaxing after the first few stabs, and in ten minutes the man was buried to the hilt, the boy completely helpless in this position. Karl was fucking the boy's anus again, the boy thoroughly enjoying it, enjoying the helplessness and adventure of the whole affair, knowing he was the prisoner of this man whom he loved. No clothes, kept naked and restrained or tied up or caged, he could have his strange fantasies of being captured and bound and tied… and even thought how nice it would be to have a little girl like this, either with him in control or Karl in control of both of them, making them do things.

And after playing with Jhoon's balls, of course, and teasing him because he couldn't jack off, Karl used his hand on the boy's stiff pecker and emptied his load into Jhoon's bowels even as Jhoon had another dry orgasm, almost crying because it felt sooooooo good, the cock in his ass somehow making his 'finish' more intense.

Karl wiped him off and then left him like that for awhile, smiling at the boy's exposed butt, anus, and balls, he locked into this position, cramping, soon to be begging to be freed or, most likely, to be tied another way.

Karl put Jhoon, unbound, into his cage, naked, while he went out to run a few errands. Jhoon, unable to sleep (because it was daytime and he was excited), squirmed in the cage, really trying to get out, delighted that he could not, though worried that he might damage his cage at first. He put his hands behind his back, wishing they were bound. He pretended to be tortured in various ways, finally settling for a hogtie position so he could rub his chest and tummy and pecker on the rug on the bottom of the cage.

Jhoon's butt was sore, like when he had diarrhea and had to wipe and wipe until it was raw… but it was just sore, not raw. There was not as much blood as before. The white cloth he used to pat his bottom was blotting the blood up nicely. He wished it was blood from his chest or face or something, like a tortured prisoner. But of course, it was only pretend, wasn't it? Real but not REAL. No cuts or scratches to explain.

And it made Karl soooooo happy, that he vowed he'd let Karl jack off inside his butt whenever he wanted. Maybe it was like Tae Kwon Do… the more you do it, the more you get used to it.

Jhoon had just had his second orgasm (one from rubbing the carpet, one from rubbing his pecker with his hands) when Karl came down to the basement. Jhoon looked up anxiously, like a boy about to look under the Christmas tree.

"Well, have you been behaving, naked slave boy?" Karl asked.

"Yeah, what was I gonna do, go out and play in traffic?" Jhoon giggled. Karl let him out and the boy stretched his limbs a little and hugged his grownup friend. Karl kissed his cheek and Jhoon kissed Karl's.

"I've got a surprise for tomorrow." Karl said.

"Oh, what is it?"

"It's a surprise."

"Nooooo I wanna know now!"

"No."

"Please?"

Karl shook his head. Jhoon didn't ask any more, wondering.

The rest of the day went in the usual manner, a meal, bathing, straightening up the house, Jhoon always naked and pretending he was being forced to work or a village would be destroyed or a girl tortured or something.

That night, they lay in bed. Jhoon's smooth freshly-showered body against Karl's smooth freshly-showerd body. Karl in black pajama pants, Jhoon naked. Jhoon's wrists were crossed comfortably behind his back and taped.

"Karl?"

"Yes, Jhoon?"

"I love you."

"I love you to, Jhoon."

"Karl?"

"Mmmmm?"

Jhoon moved closer to get his chest against Karl's body. "You know I won't always be young. What happens when I grow up?"

Karl had thought about what he would say but hadn't come up with a complete speech.

"Jhoon," he said, putting his arms around the boy and hugging him close, "I will always love you. You are my very special boy and when you grow up I will never forget that. It's just that maybe I won't want to tie you up anymore."

Jhoon was sad at that. "Most likely, you will want to find someone else to do it. Maybe you'll want a girl to do it, you know, a woman. Or you might want to tie someone else up. I bet you could learn."

"But I want YOU to tie me up!"

Karl hugged the boy closer and kissed his cheek. "I will, until you get older. But children grow up. They get married and have families of their own. You know, even grownups get too old to have sex with each other."

"They do?"

"Yes, but they still love each other."

Jhoon thought about that. To Karl's delight, the boy understood. What an intelligent and sweet boy! He just HAD to go to a good university, to do something special with his life. Years to plan that, of course, with his mother, who may or may not have her own ideas. One thing is certain: she did not want her son working in her restaurant at all hours.

"Karl, when I'm grown up, do you think I can find me a special boy… or, um, girl, to… to have, like you have me?"

"Probably, if you are very careful. You know how grownups in general, and parents in particular, hate for children to play tie up games. They think it's dangerous."

"Yeah, but WE have safety rules. And you'll never tell anyone."

"Never. It is the Great Secret of our friendship. Yes, I want you to do good in school, like a favored nephew, and I want you to be healthy and learn Tae Kwon Do, and to be very smart and successful. That is the most important thing. The tie-up games are just one special part."

"Not a LITTLE secret, a GREAT secret," Jhoon insisted.

And they fell asleep, Jhoon's stiffy rubbing against Karl's stomach, til morning.

Thursday

Karl was still in bed, pretending to be asleep. Jhoon came back and started to get into bed, and Karl grabbed him and pulled him in. "Nyah ha ha, I got me a naked helpless boy with his hands tied behind him!"

"Nooo, let me go, what are you gonna do to me?" Jhoon said, getting into the part, ready to be 'tortured' again. Karl blindfolded the boy and started kissing his chest and tummy.

"I got you," Karl said, "and I'm gonna get your whole body, nyah ha ha!" And after some rubbing and caressing and fondling, he said, "and I'm gonna get your PECKER! and your BALLS! Nyah ha ha!

"Nooooooooo, not that!" Jhoon said, his pecker already getting stiff. And Karl sucked the boy's pecker, stroking and licking and taking his time while Jhoon more and more lost his battle with himself not to hump… and finally Jhoon exploded into a wonderfully intense dry orgasm.

Moments later, of course, the hands-bound-behind-his-back Jhoon, still blindfolded, laying to Karl's right, was moving his mouth over Karl's circumcised cock, as Karl had suggested, pretending it was his own. Jhoon really wanted to give Karl a good 'blow job' and Karl was helping him a little with one hand, the man's other hand caressing Jhoon's lovely 10-year-old Korean skin. He swallowed all of Karl's semen, not liking the taste and the way it slid down his throat, but happy to have his best friend's cock in his mouth.

After breakfast, the two shared a shower, and then Karl got dressed. Jhoon, of course, had no access to his clothes, since they were locked in the box. He was to remain naked all week, but Karl was going to make an exception today, and laid out the things Jhoon would wear. Jhoon reluctantly agreed to put on the clothes, since, as Karl explained, they would be taking a drive in the car and if the car broke down or something, it would be hard to explain a naked boy.

First, a zip-tie, a thin one, around poor Jhoon's balls. Snug, so it wouldn't slip off, but not too tight. Uncomfortable but not painful. The plastic around the boy's balls would insure that he felt at least a little helpless, since he could not get it off without a knife or something with which to cut the tie.

A piece of string tied to the zip tie, like a bootlace, sturdy and round, hanging a good four feet from the boy's balls, like a leash.

A pair of speedo swimming trunks, dark blue, and perhaps a size small, Jhoon thought. It covered his genitals and barely covered his butt. If Jhoon got a stiffy, it would poke out the top.

A pair of unlined shorts, like gym shorts, over that. Shorter than the knee-length shorts most boys wore nowadays, coming about halfway down the thighs, and not as baggy. And a pair of velcro sneakers, white, without socks. No shirt.

"Tie me up now, please?" Jhoon said, holding his hands behind his back. The cord was protruding from the short left pantsleg, and Karl grabbed it. "No, not til we get there."

Karl would like to have tied up the boy, at least tying his hands, maybe even making him ride in the trunk. But not everyone is a good driver. Accidents can happen. Cars can break down. Cops can stop you (even though Karl always made a habit to stay within speed limits, make full stops at stop signs, and so on). And it's easier to say "we're going swimming" than to explain a naked tied up boy.

But while riding in the car, Karl kept the end of the string in his hand. Jhoon sat with his hands behind him, pretending to be tied, and Karl told him he'd yank the string very very hard if Jhoon's hands didn't stay behind him. Jhoon, of course, was happy to play along.

They got to a dirt road which led into some woods. The road apparently was seldom used. It belonged to a woman who worked with Karl, whose husband interited the land from his family. Someday they would build their retirement or vacation home on it, but for now there was only a shack, made of plywood, with a plywood floor, where tools might be kept. As soon as they got off the paved road, Karl blindfolded Jhoon and tied his hands behind him. Jhoon was very excited.

Karl led Jhoon into the shack, which was empty, and had only one door and one cheap window. Blindfolded, with his hands still tied behind him, Jhoon's shoes, shorts, and speedos were removed. Jhoon knew they were in a building of some sort, anxious to see if it was a dungeon or something. He was disappointed when his blindfold was removed and they were in an empty wooden room.

"What? Where's the… surprise?" Jhoon asked.

"It's the whole outdoors," Karl said.

Jhoon thought for about three seconds. "You mean, I have to be naked and tied up… outside? Karl nodded. It was then that Jhoon noticed Karl's attire: jeans, black shoes, no shirt, and a belt with a holster and a pistol. Jhoon's eyes opened wide at that. There was also a little pouch on the belt. Jhoon was about to ask "what's that for?" but didn't.

Karl was shoving Jhoon's clothes into the bag he'd carried. "How do you want your arms tied?" he asked.

Jhoon looked around. Nothing to tie them to, really. "How about like you did that one time, where they were… um, you know, tied up real tight behind me so I couldn't do a single thing."

Karl knew what the boy was talking about. He untied the boy's wrists and put the boy on the floor on his belly. Jhoon smiled as the man bound his arms, immobilizing them. He'd planned to tie his wrists & elbows, but this would be so much better. He was mildly irked that he didn't think of it himself.

Two ropes across the boy's upper back. Pull the boy's arms up, bending them, crossing his wrists, palms outward, between the shoulder blades, and binding them carefully there. The ropes that were across the back were now used to bind the boy's forearms and arms, holding the wrists up, preventing him from bringing them down. Tied to the wrist bindings carefully. Karl took his time, Jhoon wishing he'd hurry up. No ropes around the beautiful chest, Karl thought.

And in a moment, naked 10 year old Jhoon was standing, his hands behind him, arms folded, wrists crossed between his shoulder blades. The only way they could have been more useless would be if they had been amputated. Karl smiled at 'the boy with no arms', as he had called it. Jhoon was delighted, squirming this way and that.

Karl cut, carefully, the ziptie that was around the boy's balls. From the bag he brought out a pair of goggles, like swimming goggles, but not tinted. He put them on the boy and insured that he could see.

"What's these for?" Jhoon asked. "Eye protection," Karl said simply, and added, "Now, you can't protect your butt, your balls, or anything else." He was stroking the boy's chest affectionately. "But your legs are free, and you can run. And run you will."

"How will you make me run?" Jhoon asked, looking around the small room as Karl unexpectedly opened the door. It was not a defiant question, it was one of excitement and curiosity.

Karl drew the pistol from the holster and shot poor Jhoon on the front of his right thigh, the sudden short noise of the gas pushing the pellet out of the pistol. The rubber pellet left only a small red mark, not deep, that would disappear in a few hours, but the boy, unable to rub the spot, shouted.

"Oh! Owwwww that stings! No, not again!"

Karl glanced at the open door. Jhoon hesitated, not wanting to go outside like this, but as Karl aimed the pistol again, Jhoon ran, naked and barefoot, his arms folded behind him, hands helplessly held up between his shoulder blades, onto the path.

"Stay on the path, or the stickers will scratch you!" Karl said, and then started counting out loud, loudly: "One… two... three... four…"

"How far are you gonna count?" the struggling Jhoon asked, walking slowly backwards.

"Seven… eight… nine…"

Jhoon took off running and, shortly, Karl came after him. Jhoon was unable to maneuver very well, and had to stop and shake a pebble or something off his bare foot a few times. Karl advanced and finally broke into a run just before his naked prey was out of sight. Jhoon giggled and laughed… this was fun! He was still nervous about someone seeing him like this, but his sense of adventure was greater than his fear, and besides, he trusted Karl to have made sure they would be unobserved.

"Owwwww!" Jhoon cried when one of the pellets hit him in the back of the right thigh, and again on his buttcheek. Jhoon understood what Karl had meant about eye protection. One of those pellets could sting his eye or even damage it.

Jhoon ran, twisting his arms, trying to free them, knowing he could not. From time to time, one of the little rubber pellets would hit his butt, thigh, or side. Karl was shouting he'd aim for the boy's balls and, of course, the boy avoided this, even when Karl appeared suddenly in front of him from behind a tree, forcing Jhoon to run back the way he'd come.

Jhoon looked absolutely marvelous… his cute asian features, short slightly-shaggy black hair, the expressions of surprise and even a little fright, the smiles that came between other expressions, his squirming helpless arms, and of course his beautiful body, running, helpless without his arms. By the time he got back to the shack, he had several stings on his thighs, buttocks, one on his chest, and a few on his arms. But then he made a mistake: he ran into the cabin and only then was aware that he could not pull the door shut (as the door opened outward) without his arms and hands.

He backed up against a wall, trying to cover his balls with his thigh, trying to turn sideways. With his hands like this he could not, of course, cover anything but his upper back. Karl came in slowly, aimed the pistol at the boy's privates, and pulled the trigger. There was a sound: "pffffft!" as the gas was released, but the pistol's magazine was empty, either by luck or by design.

"Whew," Jhoon said, starting to relax, until Karl took the magazine from the pistol, holstered the gun, and began to reload the magazine from the pouch.

"Noooooo!" Jhoon laughed and curled up into a ball on the floor.

"Not smart, boy," Karl said. "You need to stay mobile… you might just be able to get by me!"

Jhoon sprang to his feet and started to run past Karl, but the man, holstering the reloaded pistol, grabbed the boy and wrestled him down. He began kissing and cuddling Jhoon's body, hands and lips all over him, while the boy squirmed delightfully. Then there was tickling… Jhoon was not especially ticklish (and Karl not at all) but Karl knew a couple of spots, particularly the soles of the boy's dirty feet.

More squealing and laughing and squirming and kicking, the boy's little pecker and balls flapping around as he jerked helplessly under the man's fingers. Then another chase along the path, even Karl was sweating now, the boy covered with dust and sweat, still helpless with his arms folded and bound. More rubber pellets, one of them coming dangerously close to the boy's balls, stinging him on the inner thigh.

Karl had to decide: did he (1) want to dress the boy again here, or (2) dress him at the end of the dirt road, or (3) take him home naked. He opted for the safest choice, dressing the boy in the cabin (no shoes this time) in his speedos and shorts, and untying his arms just before getting into the car. More hugging and finally a ride home, the boy holding his hands behind him again, his balls not tied this time.

Another shower, together, both man and boy taking delight in soaping each other's body. Nice and squeaky clean, Karl chained Jhoon's neck to the bed and told the naked boy to take a nap. They would be up late tonight.

Jhoon managed to fall asleep, his arms wrapped around Karl who wore his briefs. Karl had to wear something to be more dressed than Jhoon, after all, didn't he?

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Jhoon woke up. Karl was gone. Jhoon, still chained to the bed by his neck, could do little more than put his feet on the floor and stand by the bed. He had to pee.

"Karl?" he called. "Karl?"

No answer.

There was a plastic urinal, the kind they use in hospitals, on the dresser. Jhoon could barely reach it. He relieved himself into it, putting on the lid, and put it on the floor under the bed near an upper bedleg. He frowned. He called for Karl several times and finally lay back down on the bed.

As he stretched out, he found, under a pillow, a pair of handcuffs. There was a note: "Jhoon, here you go, play with these til I get back. Karl." And there were two small keys, one with a long red ribbon on it, the other with a shorter one.

Jhoon knew about handcuffs, Karl having played with them before. He knew that you could use the back of the key to double-lock the cuffs so they wouldn't tighten.

He hung one key on the bedpost, and put the other one around his neck. He could not, of course, remove the chain from his neck, but he did practice locking and unlocking the cuffs several times and then spent some time with his hands behind his back. He found that he could get his hands in front of him by pulling his wrists over his butt and stepping through, something he couldn't do when his wrists were tied with rope or tape. Then he locked one hand to the bedpost. Then he locked his ankles together, his boy-sized ankles fitting nicely into the cuffs. Finally, he looped the cuffs over the frame of the headboard and locked both wrists there, twisting and turning this way and that, now held with his hands above his head. When he managed to get the key in his hand and unlock himself, he stood up, the chain going from his neck to the center of the bedframe at the level of the matress, and locked his hands behind him, around the bedpost, so that he was standing naked with his hands locked behind him. It was then he realized that he could neither reach the key around his neck nor the key on the bedpost, since it was the opposite bedpost on which he'd placed it.

He tried to jump up and down to get the key off his neck, hanging on the red ribbon, and bent over and finally got it off. It flew off as he bent over very fast, landing on the floor out of reach of his toes. He could not reach the ribbon on which it was tied. There was no way he could reach the key on the bedpost, as he was locked to the one on the opposite side of the bed.

He was stuck this way. Naked. Hands chained behind him to the post. The neck chain contributed little to his restraint now. He'd have to wait for Karl. But when will Karl be back?

And worse, he couldn't masturbate. He tried rubbing against the side of the matress but couldn't really get to it. He couldn't get his hands around to his pecker. And he had a stiffy. Finally, he turned toward the wall, his bare butt to the room, arms pulled to one side as they were cuffed around the bedpost, and began to rub his pecker and chest and belly on the painted drywall. It was hard to get any satisfaction that way. All it seemed to do was keep him stiff. He pulled and pulled, trying to get the bed closer to the wall. He tried to slip his hands out of the cuffs, but he had tightened them too far for that.

And at 5:30 p.m., that's how Karl found Jhoon. Jhoon hadn't heard him come into the house, and there he was at the door.

Karl grinned. "Oh, who chained up this naked boy for me?"

Jhoon giggled nervously and indicated the keys, out of reach.

"Too bad," Karl said, "You had two keys and lost both of them."

"I didn't lose them, I just can't get to them," Jhoon argued.

"Same difference. Oh, looky, Jhoon has a stiffy. What's wrong, can't you jerk it off like that?"

Jhoon was beyond being embarassed about masturbation. Sure, it was a private subject, but not with a close friend like Karl.

So Karl wouldn't let him masturbate. He tied him naked, spread eagle on the bed, face up, toyed with his balls, kissed his chest and tummy, and left him like that, not telling him where he'd been.

Jhoon liked being tied up and 'tortured' but didn't much care for being alone. Especially when he was like this… completely unable to do anything. His stiffy subsided until he started thinking about someone coming and playing with his body, then he got another stiffy. He could do nothing for it, however. He managed to refrain from calling Karl and begging for release. He knew the man wouldn't leave him alone for long.

And he was right. Karl came in, blindfolded him, and teased his pecker for almost an hour, keeping it hard. Then, warning the boy not to reach for his dick, he untied the boy's hands, sat him up, and tied them again behind him, with some kind of tape. Jhoon of course did not resist, but did ask: "Please, can I just rub it a little bit?"

"No," Karl replied.

Jhoon's ankles were next, tied together. Then Karl did something he'd never done before. He took the boy's stiff pecker, which was so stiff it almost bounced off his lower tummy, and pulled it down and around, spreading the boy's thighs enough and pulling the stiffy thru, so it layed on the back of one thigh just under the boy's left buttcheek. Poor Jhoon could not get it in front again, and as long as Karl kept touching and stroking it with a finger, it was too hard to get on the other side of him.

Also, the boy's balls were behind him too. The scrotum was stretched so tight, any touch of the skin would be felt in the sensitive boy-balls. Even a little flick would be painful, as Karl demonstrated.

"Owwwww!" Jhoon exclaimed. Jhoon found also that he could not straighten his legs, as it would pull his stiff pecker down too far, and, as Karl tied his knees together, the poor boy couldn't spread his thighs to get the pecker in front of him. And of course his hands couldn't reach it, either.

"Now, my captive, you are all helpless… ha ha ha!" Karl laughed, taking off Jhoon's blindfold, "Ha ha ha! Look! You got no dick and no balls. Like a little girl!"

Jhoon looked down at his bound thighs, at his lap (as his legs were still bent), as Karl kept tormenting the boy's stiffy behind him. Sure enough, he was a smooth as… well, as a boy who had no 'nads.

"Well, I'm no girl," he said, and Karl kissed his cheek.

"True… but oh what torture… your dick is hard and you can't get it straight and you can't get it in front… and I'll just rub it here," and Karl rubbed the stiff little pecker on the back of the boy's upper thigh, just under the buttcheek, and flicked his balls very lightly once more, which of course hurt the boy but not badly.

"Please let me finish… cum," the boy begged, horny and really wanting to free his pecker and rub it or something. This after an hour of teasing. The boy was desperately trying to get his thighs apart, free his hands, anything to get the dick in front of him. It wasn't painful… it was just… torture.

After awhile, Karl released his legs and blindfolded him again and kissed him all over while expertly jacking the boy's pecker off. Jhoon had a nice dry orgasm, and they cuddled more, and Jhoon finally asked:

"Karl, next time would you use chains on me and… and make me suck yours?"

"Maybe," the man replied.

"Please… and if you want, you can… jack off in my butt again."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Nothing hurts too much for you, Karl. I love you."

Karl cuddled the boy and finally put the shackles on his ankles, about 7 inches [18 cm] between them so the boy could walk, and untied his wrists. It was time for a meal.

After supper, Jhoon stood on a short stool, naked, ankles still shackled in the oversize handcuffs, and did the dishes while Karl went to the basement to work on something or other. Jhoon finished the dishes, running the dishwasher, and went to the bathroom, cleaned his bottom really good, and went into the living room to read. They had spoken in Korean through supper, as an exercise, Jhoon having a much more natural command of the language even though Karl's vocabulary was better.

Jhoon looked at his wrists. Almost no sign of being tied up. He drank his water (Karl said lots of water was good for the soft smooth skin of a pretty boy) and read his book, happily naked in the chair.

Later, Karl came upstairs and, shirtless, sat on the couch, Jhoon coming over to cuddle with him as they listened to some music. They talked about what would happen when Jhoon grew up, and that all things have to end. Karl might have to move someday. Jhoon's mother might have to move. Karl might not like to be with Jhoon in that special way after Jhoon got older. Jhoon might like girls better. Jhoon might even want a boy or a girl of his own. It was a bit sad, but Karl assured Jhoon that he would always love him, even if they parted ways. Love is more than just sex and special secret games, Karl said, and Jhoon pondered that lesson in his heart.

There were few tears, especially when Karl said they still had Friday and Saturday. "On Sunday, there must be no tie ups," Karl explained, "because your mother will be home that afternoon." Jhoon agreed. He'd been a bit sad that the vacation was almost over, but reminded himself that he'd had more time alone and naked with Karl this week than most of the other times combined. He wished Karl would marry his mother but, of course, this was not to be. His mother told him that Karl was a good man and that she liked and respected him, but that she couldn't marry him, that he wasn't right for her. Both males, man and boy, accepted that.

Karl looked at his watch and finally said, "I've got to run an errand. You have to be secured in a safe way. How shall I do it. You pick it and if it's safe I'll do it."

Jhoon's face lit up. "Tie me hanging upside down!" he said, but Karl told him it wouldn't be safe if he were delayed. Finally, Karl agreed to use chains and took the naked boy to the basement.

There was a large chunk of ice containing a string tied to a key. When the ice melted, the key would fall, on its string, to where the boy could reach it. "In case I have a car crash or something," Karl cautioned. It was far out of reach. It was a handcuff key that would unlock all the handcuffs and leg shackles… then the boy could finish freeing himself. There was already a small puddle of water on the floor where the ice was melting.

Karl stood the boy against the pole, his wrists already cuffed behind him. Of course, Karl was not going to allow the boy to get free, and since he could not reach his neck, a collar, buckled around it and attached to the pole with a short chain and snaphooks, kept the boy upright. The chain went through the holes in the pole, so that the boy wouldn't be able to slide down the pole to sit or squat. Jhoon knew, with glee, that he could never get his hands over his butt as long as he was forced to stand.

The shackles on his ankles were also clipped to the pole, using another short chain and snaphook. When the ice melted, if Karl had not returned by then, the sturdy string with the handcuff key would fall and land right at the standing boy's hand level and the boy would eventually free his hands. Karl checked it again and then, as a surprise, put the big plastic helmet onto the boy, locking it. Poor Jhoon could not see. His voice was muffled as he talked and said he was ok. Karl smiled at the sight of the naked boy in chains, no chance of escape until later, perhaps three hours, or until the man returned. He kissed the boy's chest and left, the boy already testing his restraints and rattling around helplessly.

Jhoon giggled when Karl returned and began to fondle his little balls. "Well well well, looky what's here… a completely naked captive boy, all chained up, just for me."

"I gotta pee." Jhoon said from inside the plastic helmet.

"Well, you better not leak out on the floor."

"I won't, but I gotta go soon."

Karl removed the helmet, and all the chains. Jhoon took them and put them in the box while Karl tucked the handcuffs in his belt. Jhoon, naked, followed Karl upstairs. "I have a surprise," Karl said.

He took Jhoon to the spare bedroom, the one Jhoon was supposedly using. There, on the bed, was a body. A young body. Face down, blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound behind, ankles bound to wrists in a hogtie, squirming around a little but not thrashing. An occasional muffled sound. Red hair, perhaps over the ears, short. And when Karl turned it onto its side, Jhoon put his hands over his balls and pecker: it was a little girl.

Karl laughed. "What's wrong? She can't see you!"

The girl tried to say something thru her gag, wiggling her fingers helplessly behind her. She did not appear to be in particular distress.

"Where'd you get her?"

"Come with me and I'll tell you."

Karl took Jhoon into the next room, told her that the girl's name was Mary Ann. He said that Jhoon must not tell her their names: his name would be Mr Park and Jhoon would answer to the Japanese name Suwo. Remember, I don't want her to know our real names and I want her to think that you are Japanese.

"OK, Karl… I mean Mr Park… but… well, why?"

"Because you are going to learn how to tie someone up good and you can practice on her."

"But she's… naked… and so am I."

"Yes, the best way to get tied up is naked, right?"

Jhoon grinned. "Well, but… where'd she come from? Did she say it was OK? What can…"

"No more of that. Just do what I say and everything will be fine. Remember, your name is…

"Uh, SooWoe… Suwo."

And I am…

Jhoon grinned. "Mr Park. That's easy." Park was a Korean name and the name of one of their Tae Kwon Do teachers.

Karl gave Jhoon a pair of speedo swim trunks to wear, and a pair of gym shorts to put on over them. "No shirt… the girl thinks boys are cute without shirts. She told me so."

Karl would not tell Jhoon how he obtained the services of this little red-haired girl. She was nine… amost ten. She had no breasts at all, just a flat chest. She was slim, very slim, and when Karl untied her feet from her hands and stood her up, her butt was a good six inches [15 cm] above Jhoon's, even though they were about the same height. She was long-legged, Karl said, and you had to watch that because it meant that she might be able, with a short body, to slip her hands over her butt and get them in front of her.

"Well then tie her elbows," Jhoon suggested.

"Very good, Suwo. Why don't you take Mary Ann's gag out and her blindfold so she can see and talk?"

Mary Ann seemed rather pleased at this, leaning her head foreward in the direction of the boy's voice.

She blinked her big green eyes at Jhoon's brown ones and immediately turned to the man and asked, "Can I pleeeeeeeze have something to wear, Mr Park?"

"The arrangement was agreed upon, Mary Ann. Now, Suwo, go ahead and tie her elbows. I'll show you how.

The girl looked a bit disappointed but said nothing else. Karl showed Jhoon how to pull the elbows back with the rope and tie them, including two other ways, one very neat, one faster, both quite effective. The girl couldn't move her arms.

Jhoon finally untied her feet, so she could walk around naked and helpless. Jhoon smiled, grinned big. So that's what he looked like walking around naked. Only the girl didn't have any balls to play with.

For the rest of the night, Jhoon, in his shorts, at Karl's direction, tied the girl up several ways, always naked and always helpless. The girl seemed shy when it came time to tie her spread-eagled, and Jhoon, after blindfolding her, got a good look at her pussy.

"The girl asked, "Mr Park, are you going to fuck me?"

"No, Mary Ann. That was not part of the agreement."

"What about the little Japanese boy?" Jhoon giggled at this.

"He might."

"OK."

Jhoon's eyes lit up. The boy had an almost constant stiffy since they started, growing more every time he hugged the little girl close to him or brushed his body to hers, which he frequently managed to do, usually not by accident.

Before sunrise, she had been tied to a pole, tied to a bed, hogtied, frogtied, and received several kisses from Jhoon, who giggled and pretended to be shy about it.

"Simple is always best, remember. Simple and effective. You can always add to it." Karl instructed.

Jhoon had her cross her wrists behind her and bound them carefully, wanting to see if she could get free. Karl (aka Mr Park) instructed her to free herself. Immediately she went to the floor, to pull her wrists over her butt, but they were tied too highly and she couldn't manage. She was stuck like that. She could not find the knots, as the last knot was tied on the back of one wrist where her fingers could not reach.

Jhoon was elated. He put her in the cage in the basement. She begged them not to leave her alone like that, for the first time scared, promising to do anything. But they left and Jhoon, as a measure of meanness, snapped off the light.

Alone in the kitchen, the girl begging from the basement for them to return, Karl congratulated Jhoon on following all the safety rules and for keeping their little red-haired prisoner so securely bound. She'd only gotten loose once. Jhoon had plenty of experience, but only at receiving bondage… but this was good because it gave him ideas.

"Karl, I want to be alone with her for awhile."

Karl grinned. "You want to… kiss and cuddle and…"

"I want to have sex with her. I know she's done it before and I really need to jack off! I can't stand it any more."

Karl thought about it. "OK, but remember, whatever you do, don't untie her hands."

"Im gonna blindfold her 'cause I dont want her to see me all naked. That's only for you."

Karl smiled.

Later, in the spare bedroom, the girl, naked, her hands behind her back, lay on the bed. Jhoon, in his speedos, was kissing all over her body. She didn't move much, pretending to not care, but Karl could see that she was beginning to enjoy the attention of the cute little boy.

"Remember the rules, Suwo," Karl said and began to leave.

"OK, Mr Park," the boy replied.

Alone, Jhoon approached the girl.

"You have done this before, haven't you?" he asked the girl.

"Not being tied up but, yeah, I've had sex before. Never with a boy like you, though."

"You don't like boys? You like older guys, men?"

"It's just what I get. I think you're cute. I wish you'd untie my hands so I could put my arms around you."

"No way… you stay helpless."

"Yeah, I know."

Jhoon blindfolded her without trouble and without telling her why. He got out of his trunks and, naked, crawled onto the bed with her. He had a stiffy, though, the circumcised head of his little pecker hard. He'd already gone over the rules with Karl… and didn't need a rubber (he'd asked and was assured the girl was disease-free. Karl knew his source.)

To make a long explanation short, Karl had a couple of trusted contacts, one of whom had little girls, usually one at a time. When Karl assured his contact that the boy was a virgin, and that he himself would not be having sex with the girl, the contact agreed and Karl had a little girl to give to Jhoon for the night. Karl would return the girl the next day.

Jhoon kissed her all over and rubbed his pecker on her. It slipped into her with ease, she being already moist (and not a virgin by any means) and he humped himself to three consecutive orgasms, without stopping between them, the last one so difficult he thought he'd have to give up.

Afterwards he put on his shorts and unblindfolded her and she asked if he wanted a blowjob. She said she was quite expert and could do it without her hands, but Jhoon didn't want to. He was still a bit shy about being naked in front of a girl.

The girl squirmed around some, because she was expected to, knowing herself well tied. As far as she knew, Mr Park had a boy who needed to learn to tie up someone and she was the practice dummy. But she did genuinely like Jhoon, because he was smooth and pretty and not like the man to whom she belonged.

She had no idea how much she cost for the night. Jhoon didn't think to ask.

And Jhoon realized he was no longer a virgin, and hugged her and kissed her and she kissed him back. At his instructions, just like Karl did, he told her to kiss his chest. She did and Jhoon got another stiffy. And had sex with her one more time.

Karl came in the next morning early, just after sunrise, to find Jhoon, in his speedos, and the girl, naked with her hands still tied behind her, curled up in bed, Jhoon's arms wrapped around the sleeping girl.

"Mr Park, please, can you do one favor for me?" the girl asked.

"What is it, Mary Ann?"

"Before you take me home would you let me be untied for just a minute so I can hug and kiss Suwo?"

Jhoon took a moment before he recognized his alias. And the naked girl hugged the shirtless boy, close to her, kissing him tenderly on the lips, and the boy hugged her and kissed her back.

Karl put Jhoon, naked, into the cage in the basement. He dressed the little girl, blindfolded her, tied her wrists, and carefully drove her out of town where he untied her, and then drove her to the meeting place.

Karl knew Jhoon might 'fall in love' with the girl and he would have to be very strict about it. Indeed, when he returned and released the boy and taped his wrists behind him for bed, Jhoon asked if they would be able to see Mary Ann again.

"Jhoon, it's very complicated, but you must trust and believe me. Mary Ann belongs to someone else. I borrowed her for you to learn to tie up because someday you will need to know about these things. Remember, nothing lasts forever, except maybe for marraige, and not always that."

"Don't fall in love with the girl. Don't dwell on her. She was just part time, a tool, just a temporary thing like a pair of shoes that you outgrow. Except you outgrew them."

"You mean, like a bowl of ice cream. It's good and tastes good but when it's gone then you don't get to eat it again," Jhoon postulated.

"Yes, exactly. Not everyone is like that. We are not like that, but a day will come when…"

And they cuddled in bed the rest of the morning discussing relationships and staying out of trouble and tying up and sex and all sorts of things until they both fell asleep late Friday morning.

Friday

He walked, in his ankle chains, to the bathroom and after using that facility came out naked into the living room. Karl, in his white karate pants, was writing checks and paying bills. Jhoon got a big glass of juice and sat at the table, wondering if he should eat someting, not particularly hungry.

Karl finished the tasks and put the letters in the mailbox to be picked up. Jhoon's mother did not call last night, and Karl wondered about it as she called usually every evening. He smiled thinking of holding the phone to Jhoon's head while Jhoon, naked and tied up, had talked to his mother. He looked up listening to the clink of the chains on Jhoon's ankles as Jhoon came in and sat on the couch.

"What are we gonna do today?" he asked, grinning, hopeful.

"What do we do every day? I'm gonna tie you up good."

Jhoon came closer.

"Karl, tie me up real good so I can't do anything… and torture me and make me suck you and… and I want you to fuck my butt again."

Karl hugged and kissed the boy.

First a shower, for both of them. Then Karl shaved while Jhoon tried to get his head out of the big plastic helmet Karl had made for him. Naked, his head locked into the plastic, the ten-year-old boy couldn't see, and obtained his air thru holes in the top of the device.

Karl dressed as usual, shirtless, keeping his 'captive' naked, had taken the boy to the basement. Jhoon's hands were tied, wrists crossed, behind his back, and he was hanging by his ankles from a leather strap, buckled around them, and attached to the floor joist overhead. He was blindfolded. Karl was fondling the boy's balls.

"I got your balls, prisoner! Nyah ha ha! You can't get away and you're NAKED. I have clothes on but YOU are NAKED! Ha ha ha!"

"No, no don't hurt my balls! Nooooo!" Jhoon shouted, getting into the part. Karl's hands were all over the boy, over his chest and butt and balls and thighs… Jhoon was squirming and jerking, having been assured by Karl that everything would hold. Karl certainly didn't want his pet injured!

It didn't take long for Jhoon to get a stiffy, his circumcised little pecker sticking out and pointing muchly toward his navel. Karl played with it and Jhoon, giggling and squirming, tried to rub it harder against Karl's hand, wanting to be masturbated. Karl, of course, would not allow the boy to have such satisfaction.

Karl wouldn't keep Jhoon like that long, and soon lowered him, freeing his legs but not his hands. The boy squeeled when his body came in contact with the very cold smooth concrete floor of the basement. He rolled around a little, careful not to bang himself on the hard floor or skin a knee or elbow, as Karl prepared the next phase of his 'torture'.

Karl tied up the boy's little balls again, using the black bootlace, binding the top of the scrotum snugly so it wouldn't come off. He tied the end of the cord to Jhoon's bound hands, the long end of the cord going between the boy's thighs, so that every time Jhoon tried to move his hands and arms, he'd pull his own balls. Karl had done this before, of course. Jhoon squirmed much less, walking carefully, still blindfolded, feeling nice and naked and helpless like that… and getting another stiffy.

Karl of course was teasing him…"Nyah ha ha! You're going to yank your own nuts, boy! Every time I torture you you'll try to move your arms and yank your own balls! Ha!"

Jhoon giggled and tried briefly to bend over. Because of the cord, he could not sit, bend over, or, if laying down, sit up, without the increased distance from his hands to his balls pulling his balls painfully. He was uncomfortable and loving it, pretending to be tortured. Especially when Karl smacked his butt or bit his tummy or chest. More of a nibble, of course, but it was great adventure. And he loved the feel of Karls smooth muscular body rubbing against his.

He lay very still on the carpet, still tied and blindfolded, as Karl teasingly stroked his little pecker and then sucked it with his lips. Jhoon was begging to 'finish' but Karl wouldn't let him, and the boy's balls were very uncomfortable. Karl kept him on the edge, expertly, for 20 minutes – an eternity for a 10 year old boy – before finally allowing the boy to have his intense dry orgasm.

Rolling the boy onto his tummy, Karl untied the rope from the boy's hands and balls, leaving his hands tied and the blindfold on. Jhoon was trying to scrape off the blindfold by rubbing his head on the carpet.

"Oh no you don't!" Karl said, lifting the boy. "Now you get more TORTURE!" Jhoon giggled and the man picked him up, carrying him upstairs to the bedroom. He lay the boy on the bed, undressed, and climbed onto the bed with him.

"All right, captive naked boy, find my big cock and suck it til I cum," Karl demanded.

"No, never!" the boy replied, squirming with his wrists, never ceasing to be amazed and excited at being bound and helpless. Karl grabbed his balls, wrapping a thumb and finger around the base.

"I'll SQUEEZE and TWIST your balls, naked prisoner, if you don't do what I say."

"No please not that!" the boy replied, melodramatically, and slid up Karl's body, trying to find his cock with his mouth. It took about a minute for the boy to maneuver and get his lips around the man's circumcised seven-inch [18 cm] erection. Jhoon sucked enthusiastically, moving his head rapidly, pretending, as Karl had always suggested, that it was his own. Karl helped him a little by stroking the base of the shaft and stroking the back of the boy's head.

Jhoon didn't piddle around, taking his time as Karl had, but Karl didn't cum in his mouth, pulling out. He knelt between the boy's legs and pulled Jhoon's ankles wide and over his head, lifting his hips, and tying one to each corner of the headboard with soft white rope.

Jhoon had a bit of a time laying like that. He was of course amazingly limber from his Tae Kwon Do exercises, being able to 'do the split' and lay with his legs straight out and his chest on the floor. When Karl finished, he was laying on his back, wrists crossed & tied, his legs far apart and bound over his head. Karl pulled the boy down some, stretching his legs further, exposing his genitals and his little anus. He pulled Jhoon's blindfold off so he could see what position he was in.

Jhoon of course was very happy, having experienced a new position. Karl's cock had dried some while tying the boy and he took a small bottle and applied a little lubricant of some kind to his cock. Jhoon, of course, still didn't realize what Karl was going to do.

Karl looked down. "Now I can torture your balls really easily," he said. "They are right here for me to play with."

"Noooooo," Jhoon said, giggling, and then when Karl moved up to him, pushing with his cock at the boy's hole, the boy realized wha Karl was doing. "Oh, you're gonna fuck me like this and I'm all tied up and can't get away!"

Karl was patient and, changing his arm position once or twice (this being a new position for him too) managed to get his waist between Jhoon's thighs, his cock in the boy's rectum, leaning close to the boy.

Jhoon was grunting a little in pain, but mostly out of acting… pretending to be captured by some monsters or something and tortured. And of course his little stiffy was pointing pretty much right at his own chin. Karl slowly entered the boy's rectum and began to pump into it while the boy's eyes watered, tears of joy, of pain, and love for this man who played these special games with him.

Karl went slowly, so as not to injure the boy, reminding himself to check for bleeding afterwards, the lube making it easier on both of them. Karl had a moderately intense orgasm, and pulled out slowly, wiping himself and the boy with a soft cloth he had placed on the bedside table.

Karl kept the boy like that for awhile, playing with his exposed balls and fingering his butthole, and kissing the boy's body in several places. Finally he untied Jhoon's legs, and cuddled him for awhile. Jhoon, uncharacteristically, wanted his hands freed so he could hug Karl but of course Karl wouldn't untie his hands. Jhoon knew that Karl always tied him 'for real', and that he could never get loose.

While Jhoon's hands were tied, Karl did masturbate the boy again and later Jhoon sucked the man's cock, swallowing the modest amount of semen the man could produce the second time that day.

Another nap. A meal. Another shower.

Jhoon knew that he only had today and part of tomorrow. According to his mother's last phone call, she would be finished late Friday evening and drive back on Saturday. Karl told him that there would be no tie-ups on Saturday (the rope grooves in the boy's wrists would normally subside after a few hours but, with all the recent activity, he wanted to be sure) and that they would instead go to the Saturday morning Tae Kwon Do class.

Jhoon's butt was a bit sore but not raw. Karl inspected it and told Jhoon to use the pre-moistened toilet wipes instead of paper for the rest of the vacation. Jhoon was a bit sad, but, as Karl said, a special vacation was just that. Family, if you have one, school work, chores, and other responsibilities were far more important than play. Jhoon, disciplined and intelligent, agreed.

Jhoon had also stopped seeking assurance that Karl would never tell anyone. It was the Great Secret.

After the meal, they went to the basement, Jhoon still naked, Karl still shirtless. He tied Jhoon spread-eagle standing between the two metal poles, stretched out tightly, so the boy could hardly move. After a blindfold, Karl feasted on the boy's body, kissing and nibbling and licking almost every inch thereof. Jhoon had a great fun time squirming and trying to escape, jerking and trying to avoid Karl's hands and teeth. Karl threated to eat the boy alive and nibbled on his smooth skin frequently.

As the boy's feet were placed on wooden blocks on the bottoms of the poles, his face was about chest-high to the man, enabling him to do a little kissing of his own. He knew Karl loved to have his chest muscles kissed and rubbed, as Jhoon loved it and loved doing it. And since the boy's little butt was right at cock-level for Karl, he rubbed his cock between the boy's little cheeks, fondling his balls by wrapping his arms around the boy, and ejaculated on his belly and the boy's back, not entering the boy's rectum. And Jhoon got another dry orgasm, leaning back into Karl's body.

After a quick wiping up, Karl pinched the boy's thighs and butt, making him squirm even more. "No, stop… hee hee hee… no, quit, that hurts!"

And after just a bit more, Jhoon said softly…"Karl, um, would you… um… tie up my balls again?"

Karl smiles. "Yes, of course." Moments later the cord was hanging from poor Jhoon's balls. He could not of course remove it. Standing spread between the poles, he watched as Karl tied a small plastic object to the end of the string, which then hung down at about knee level to the spread-eagled captive. It was heavy and pulled uncomfortably, almost painfully.

"Ohhhh it hurts! Come on, take it off, take it off!" Jhoon pleaded

"No, it stays there as part of your TORTURE, naked captive boy!"

The boy gulped. It really hurt, not terribly, but he wanted it off. He squirmed some more, as much as his restraints would allow, but all that did was get the object swinging, making it pull more. Jhoon got another stiffy from the 'REAL' torture he was getting and of course Karl's teeth on his naked little body was also exciting.

Karl saw the tears coming from the boy's eyes and smiled. The boy didn't know whether to shout his safeword or continue to endure it. He'd never used the safeword and was proud of it, taking a lot of 'torture' from Karl and Karl had never pushed him to use it, to his own sense of pride. After a few more minutes, he untied the boy's balls, kissed the child's face, and untied first his feet then his wrists. He kisses the boy's tears away and the boy proclaimed his love of his friend.

Jhoon, holding his sore balls, watches as Karl took a long smoothly sanded board and propped it against a wall. It was about 2 inches [5 cm] thick and maybe 5 inches [12½ cm] wide, and at least six feet [1.80 m] long.

Karl laid Jhoon on the floor, face down. He bound the boy's wrists behind him, around the board. Then the boy's arms at the elbows were tied to the board. Then the boy's thighs, just under the buttcheeks, were tied to the board which was laying atop his back.

Jhoon patiently awaited. When he was finished, he was essentially in a very strict hogtie, with the board on his back. His legs were bent and his ankles tied near his hands. His legs were spread slightly. And when Karl lifted the boy, the board came with him. He propped the board between two tables, checked that it was secure, and then turned the board over carefully.

Jhoon could not believe the helplessness. He was completely immobile, unable to move at all. Arms behind him and the board. Legs bent almost double, knees slightly apart, almost cramping his legs. His front was completely exposed. And he could be turned upside down, facing down, or facing up.

Worst, he couldn't rub his pecker on anything. And he was getting a stiffy… he couldn't prevent it. Especially when, after Karl blindfolded him, he felt Karl's hands and lips all over him. Everywhere except his little pecker.

And when Karls lips began to kiss and tug on the boy's tiny nipples, Jhoon did not understand how his pecker became even more stiff, wanting desperately to be jacked off or rubbed. He was begging Karl, after a few moments, to let him 'finish' but the man, saying nothing except how pretty Jhoon was like that, kept loving the boy's body with hands and lips and nibbles and tongue.

Jhoon's legs were cramping, being bent, and he struggled more and more and more, Karl being careful that the board didn't slip off the table on one end or the other. He could do not much more than wiggle.

And after Karl had played with him for 15 or 20 minutes, he turned the board over and left the basement room, the boy begging for him to return and not leave him all alone like this.

Jhoon hung, face down, immobile, legs cramping, arms pulled back… and his pecker so stiff he could cry. "Karl, please come back… please don't leave me like this… please come back?"

Karl went upstairs though, to put supper into the oven. After supper was on its way, he looked and the clock and noted the time. Two hours til supper. He returned to the boy and turned him over.

"Come on, please, let me go now… it's… it hurts my legs."

"Oh, Jhoon, you've lost your stiffy," Karl observed.

"Yeah, well, I needed it rubbed and you wouldn't do it…" Jhoon giggled.

"You don't get loose til you get another one!"

"No! No fair!"

But Karl began kissing and rubbing and nibbling on the boy's body again and Jhoon in a moment had another stiffy. Karl put it into his mouth and sucked the boy to another orgasm.

Supper. Jhoon was kneeling on the pillow on the floor, his hands tied behind him, his ankles tied, and tied to his wrists. He was in a hogtie, to the left of Karl's chair. Karl, eating his dinner, would occasionally feed the boy, from his fingers, a piece of meat, a chunk of bread, a spoonful of peas. The boy thought it was so cool, to be tied up kneeling and having to be fed. A drink of juice every so often. In this manner, the naked Jhoon received his evening meal.

And of course there was a spanking, which Jhoon protested… one smack for each piece of food or drop of liquid spilled during Jhoon's meal. There were 24. Jhoon lay on the kitchen table, face down, his wrists being pulled to the small of his back, and Karl began to administer the spanking, holding Jhoon's hands with his left and spanking him with his right.

The blows weren't hard, and Jhoon squirmed very well during the 24 smacks of his bottom. He didn't like this torture, which was humiliating, he thought. Being tied up and sucked or forced to suck a cock, or spread out and having his genitals fondled was not humiliating, it was 'torture'… but the spanking was for little kids, he thought. He hadn't been spanked by his mother for years… he hadn't needed to be.

Jhoon got up, bottom pink, hands still tied, and cuddled, face into the man's chest, kissing the chest muscles and snuggling his body to Karl's as Karl held him. When Karl lay down the boy, hands still tied behind him, crawled all around him, kissing his body all over and getting yet another stiffy. Karl was getting hard too, of course, and, naked, Jhoon couldn't help but notice. He kissed and sucked the man and, kneeling beside him, sucked him for a long time, the man having cum so many times this day he's lost count… before Karl gave Jhoon a mouthful of semen to swallow.

Karl untied the boy for yet another shower… and they went to bed early, this time both of them were naked and as a treat, Jhoon's wrists were taped, crossed, behind him. Karl had planned on letting him have his hands, but Jhoon wanted to be naked and helpless… and the man granted the boy's last request.

Saturday

Jhoon was a little sad when the tape was removed from his wrists, knowing that the vacation was now officially over, but realizing, as Karl had said, that probably no other boy within a thousand miles has had so much tie-up games as had Jhoon during the past few days.

There was a two-hour Tae Kwon Do class, and home for a shower, and then a big pizza for lunch. Jhoon, feeling funny in his clothes, which he was now allowed to wear, and eventually doffed his shirt, smiling.

"I like you with your shirt off, you know," Karl said.

"Yeah, I like having my shirt off, too. And I like you with your shirt off."

"We'll play again sometime."

"Oh, when?"

"We'll see… don't be greedy."

Later that night, just after sunset, Jhoon's mother came into the driveway. Jhoon ran out, fully dressed, his rubberbands on his wrists (though the rope marks had faded away) to greet her and hug her and tell her how much he missed her and was glad she was back… and how much fun he and Karl had, watching movies and staying up late and sleeping in and working out and reading stories and practicing Korean.

Karl just smiled, thinking about the hours he'd spend writing this story up on his computer.

Karl and Jhoon… Whatever Happened?

Karl found a homeless street girl, two years younger than Jhoon, a skinny dark-haired waif of a girl, and soon passed her off as his niece. The kids went to school, were required to make good grades, and of course Jhoon now had a girlfriend and learned to tie her securely and properly.

On special occasions, all four of them would play, sometimes the man and woman would tie the children to be given to each other, sometimes the man would have three captives, sometimes the males would have the females as captives.

The family continued like this for several years. Jhoon will be in college next year and will attend the local university, so he can be home on weekends and holidays to play with his 'sister'. Karl and his wife are making money hand-over-fist. The little girl will probably get a scholarship… after she earns her black belt.

The End