Jason Masters

Locked Into Love

Tristan sighed with relief as he heard the last boy leave the shower room. He always hated having to shower in front of the other boys. It wasn't just that he was body-shy, but also he could never control his body's response to the sight of… him.

Standing under the warm stream of water, Tristan slowly soaped himself up, grateful that nobody else could see his involuntary erection developing as he imagined the hands running over his body were not his own, but those of Shaun.

Shaun, who was on the junior cycling team and was also one of Tristan's classmates. Shaun, who Tristan felt sure must be as gay as Tristan had at last come to accept himself to be despite his youth. Shaun, who, with his black hair containing ginger highlights, his athletic build and his deep brown eyes, was the hottest boy in the school in Tristan's opinion.

Although he was thirteen years old, Tristan was cursed with a body more suitable to an eleven year old. Regardless of this, Tristan had begun to masturbate more than a year previously and since then, he had realised that all of his thoughts dwelt not on girls, but on his male classmates. Shaun was a relatively recent attraction for Tristan who was almost sure that he had noticed Shaun checking him out in his turn, but neither had spoken to the other beyond some innocuous and awkward normal schoolboy interactions.

Tristan would have liked to have masturbated to his thoughts of the hot brunette but it was always possible that another boy would return for something he had forgotten, so the threat of being caught in the act curtailed Tristan's enthusiasm as did as the possibility of having to clean up the liquid spillage which, so far as Tristan could remember, had always been the result of such activity. If Nature had been niggardly toward Tristan in respect to his body size, it had held nothing back concerning his internal sexual development.

Despite being well developed sexually, the teasing which Tristan always had to endure because of his underdeveloped body and genitals, on top of his inevitable involuntary reaction to the mere presence of Naked Shaun, meant that making excuses to delay until all the others had left before showering was, in Tristan's eyes, his only option.

***

Shaun mounted his bicycle and headed out for his usual exercise ride. As always, Shaun's exercise circuit would take him out via the asphalt road and then back to town along the gravel track. Gravel was more difficult to ride through than bicycling on asphalt and so provided him with more exercise from the extra effort required.

As he rode, Shaun reflected that it was too bad he couldn't get up the courage to invite the cute little blonde boy from his class to ride with him. Shaun had tried to speak to him, but every time he got close, his tongue seemed to go numb and all speech dried up.

As he reached the gravel track, Shaun momentarily dismounted and removed his outer pair of shorts to reveal the tight, shiny Spandex cycle shorts which he felt too embarrassed to wear while riding where someone he knew might see him, although they were certainly cooler for exercising in.

Packing the outer pair of shorts into the bag strapped to the bike carrier, Shaun remounted his bike and set off again.

***

As Tristan dried himself and his erection wilted, he silently cursed his lack of courage which kept him from even making the attempt to get to know Shaun better. A little wimp. As he walked to the locker room to dress, Tristan reflected bitterly that the description fitted him perfectly. Why would anyone, especially a hot, athletic boy like Shaun, ever want to be with a pathetic little wimp like Tristan?

Even spying on his big brother, Alex and his current girlfriend, Gwen as they 'made out' together gave Tristan no clues as to how he could approach Shaun. Spying on the almost-adult couple was dangerous of course. Tristan understood that if he were caught, Alex was hardly likely to be understanding, but what choice did the boy have if he was to find out how romantic love worked?

Tristan dropped the towel on a bench and reached out to open his clothes locker.

Tristan had less than a second of warning in the form of running footsteps behind him before the little blonde was grabbed by a strong arm around his chest and easily wrestled to the floor while a large hand went over his mouth, muffling any outcry. More hands took hold of his limbs and, before he knew what was happening, Tristan felt cold metal at his wrists and there were rapid clicking noises as the metal tightened, trapping his wrists.

Less than a second later, Tristan felt ropes going around his ankles as the hand was removed from his mouth only to be replaced by a rag being stuffed inside before the shocked boy could even let out a single yelp. Tape was then plastered over Tristan's mouth, sealing it closed and holding the muffling rag inside. In thirty seconds, Tristan had been secured with handcuffs, rope and gag.

What was more, Tristan was still naked.

"Okay, we've got him," muttered one of the boy's captors to the others, which was followed by chuckles of agreement.

Tristan struggled uselessly against the handcuffs as he stared up at his captors, his bright-blue eyes wide with fear, not daring to even try to remove the gag from his mouth with them still present even though his hands had been cuffed in front.

The helpless boy had only a second to observe his captors – three older boys around the same age as his brother Alex, he realised – before the apparent leader continued, "Okay, let's get the runt into the car."

Two of the boys grabbed one of Tristan's arms each while the third took hold of the boy's legs and then they casually walked out of the locker room, carrying the naked youngster to a car which had been backed up close to the outside doorway. Tristan was too scared and shocked to make any more protest than a small, frightened whimper as his nakedness was exposed for anyone around to see. Instinctively, Tristan tried to curl up into a ball to hide himself, but the way he was being held made that impossible.

Of course there was no one to see him. It was a Friday and all of the other students had left for the weekend, and probably most of the teaching staff also. Tristan's nudity would not yet be exposed to others, but that meant that neither was there any chance of rescue.

The older boys stopped at the rear of the vehicle, where Tristan's legs were momentarily released so that the boot [USA: trunk] could be opened, then Tristan was hoisted into the air and placed, not just inside the boot, but also inside a box with a lid, inside the boot. The box was just large enough for Tristan, although he was forced to fold his legs against his body in order to fit inside the confining space.

"Your own private box," teased the leader. There were derisive chuckles from the trio as they placed the lid of the box over Tristan before slamming the lid of the boot shut.

Tristan lay as still as he could, in total darkness and in pure terror, feeling the car's movements as the boys got in before the car drove off. The frightened boy again tugged uselessly at the cuffs, still not daring to try to remove the gag from his mouth. Perhaps he could have yelled loudly enough to have attracted the attention of rescuers even from within the muffling confines of the car boot, but if that failed, he dared not guess what his captors would do to him if they discovered he had managed to remove his gag.

Time seemed to pass at a crawl as the terrified Tristan waited, weeping from fear in the stuffy darkness while the car drove for what seemed like hours but in reality was probably only twenty minutes at most. The last part of the journey was bumpy, as though the car was driving on badly maintained gravel, then the vehicle suddenly stopped and Tristan heard the car doors opening.

As he heard the boot lid unlock, Tristan screwed his eyes tightly shut. He didn't know where he was, but he was sure that wherever it was, he wasn't going to like it or anything he might see there. An involuntary sob of terror escaped his throat as the box lid was removed.

There was a short pause and Tristan dared to open his eyes enough to take a tiny peek at his captors standing behind the car staring at him. Tristan was surprised that all of them, including the leader seemed to look a little… ashamed? But that couldn't be, could it?

"This is your stop, kid."

The leader and another of Tristan's captors reached into the boot and the frightened boy was hauled out with more gentleness than he had expected and placed on his feet, then he was immediately released as the boot lid was closed again.

Tristan clamped his cuffed hands over his exposed nether regions, crouching over and blushing with shame at his exposure while glancing fearfully around to see if anyone was watching, but the embarrassed boy saw only a narrow gravel road with trees on both sides as far as the eye could see.

Tristan stared at the trio of older boys in shock as they returned to the car. Surely they couldn't be going to leave him here, naked, alone and helpless?

Just before closing the car door, the leader called back to Tristan, "After you find your way home, remember not to go spying on Alex and Gwen again, okay? Give them their privacy. Oh, and the shortest way home is back the way we just came." Then the door slammed and the car started up and drove off, leaving Tristan bound, gagged and naked, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Tristan stared at the retreating vehicle in mingled shock and horror until it was out of sight, stunned both by being abandoned in a public place while in such a vulnerable condition and by the last words spoken to him by his captors.

Alex?

At first it seemed like a non sequitor, but it didn't take Tristan long to connect the dots.

Alex!

Tristan suddenly realised that his big brother Alex must have organised this. No alternative explanation made sense. It was Alex!

Tristan began to cry with a mixture of fear, frustration, embarrassment and anger at his big brother's betrayal as he realised that Alex had done this to him. True, Alex hadn't done it personally, but he was the one who was responsible.

After a few moments of simply crying, Tristan at last took hold of the edge of the tape over his mouth with his cuffed hands and slowly and painfully pulled the tape off before spitting out the rag which he had been gagged with, then he made several jumps to reach the side of the road and sat on a patch of bracken fern to untie his ankles.

Tristan examined the handcuffs but he could find no release levers nor any other way to remove the cuffs without the key. He was stuck wearing them until he could find someone to help him to get them off. Quite probably, Alex would have the key and would release Tristan only when (and if, Tristan thought with both anger and trepidation) he made it home safely.

Still angry and almost despairing, Tristan walked back onto the gravel road and turned in the direction which had been indicated by the leader of his captors, staring along the road for long moments as he wondered how far away the town was and how long it would take him to get there? And how was he supposed to do so while stark naked?

Tristan looked down at the now-dirty rag which had been used to gag him with, still lying where he had spat it out into the gravel, but quickly decided that there wasn't much point in trying to cover himself with it. It wasn't likely the rag could cover anything more than his own hands could.

***

Shaun slowed down as he passed the T intersection because there was still a little gravel dust in the air, fairly obviously from a car which had passed that way recently and had turned off the main track onto the side track which was an alternate route leading to the asphalt road back to town.

Fortunately, the dust was settling quickly so Shaun could soon speed up again, then he crested the top of a small rise in the road and began to coast down the other side. As he swung around the gentle corner at the bottom of the rise, Shaun stared in shock at what he saw on the road some distance in front of him. Then he sped up, pumping the pedals as hard as he could!

***

Tristan was so preoccupied with his feelings of anger, shame and betrayal that he failed to notice the distant crunching of gravel under rubber tires until the shout shocked him out of his angst.

"TRIS!?" The voice sounded astonished.

Tristan jumped and whirled around to behold… Shaun, riding his bicycle toward Tristan along the gravel road with his lean, muscular legs pumping the pedals hard.

The boy Tristan had loved from afar and in secret rode his bicycle up to Tristan and stopped, staring in frank amazement at the naked boy. Shaun just stared at Tristan in wonder until Tristan, blushing as he suddenly remembered what was on display, again quickly covered himself with his hands.

"What the heck happened to you, Tris? Why are you naked 'way out here… and," looking down at Tristan's cuffed wrists, "why do you have handcuffs on?"

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, then Tristan began to cry. Here was the boy he loved, seeing him as the pathetic little loser which he felt himself to be, naked, handcuffed and helpless where anyone could see and laugh at him. There was no hope that Shaun would love him now, so right at that instant, Tristan simply wanted to die but all he could do was sob bitterly.

There was a clatter as Shaun's bicycle went to the ground and an instant later, Tristan found his slight frame being hugged tightly in the arms of the boy he loved.

"Tris! Tris! It's okay. It's okay, I'll help you." Shaun's voice, repeating the same reassurances over and over, finally penetrated the distressed Tristan's wall of shame. Astonished, Tristan managed to quiet his sobs and stare at Shaun disbelievingly as his schoolmate let go of him and turned back to his bicycle to rummage in a bag strapped to the carrier on the rear.

"You can wear my shorts. They're not much, but at least you'll be decent." Shaun pulled out the shorts and held them while Tristan eagerly stepped into the leg holes, then Shaun quickly pulled them up, covering Tristan's shame at last. The shorts were loose on Tristan's diminutive body and the boy had to hold onto them with at least one hand to ensure they didn't fall down again, but they were definitely far preferable to the nothing which Tristan had been wearing.

Shaun stared questioningly at Tristan.

"What the heck happened to you, Tris?"

Tristan only managed to begin, "My brother, Alex…" before he broke down in tears again.

In response, Shaun hugged Tristan again until he managed to control himself.

"It's okay, Tris. It's okay. I'll make sure you get home okay."

A moment passed before Tristan said, angrily, "… Don't want to go home. He's there!" Shaun did not need to be told who he was.

"Then come home with me, for now. Nobody else is home right now, so we'll be alone. You can borrow some of my old clothes. I know where mum keeps them from when I was your… size."

Shaun had been about to say 'age' but fortunately managed to correct himself just in time. The last thing Tristan needed to hear right then was a humiliating reminder of how much his underdeveloped body made him look like a little boy.

Partly to help distract Tristan from his distress, Shaun added, "And I was going to make myself bacon pikelets [small pancakes] for tea [USA: Dinner]. If you come home with me, I'll make some for you, too."

For a moment, Tristan could only stare in astonishment. The boy he loved was inviting him to visit and have a meal at his house? It was a dream come true!

"I… I'd love to, but…" Tristan looked down at his still-handcuffed wrists and gestured slightly with them without removing his hands from where they gripped the waistband of the oversized shorts.

"Oh, that," said Shaun, quickly examining the keyhole in one side of the handcuffs. "I have a pair of cuffs just like those. All those style cuffs use exactly the same key. I can use my key to get the cuffs off you." The boy turned and picked up his bike again.

"Climb on the carrier and sit on my bag. It'll be something soft to sit on." Tristan, now feeling far happier than he had a few minutes ago, obeyed while Shaun helped him before mounting the bike saddle.

"Now put your arms over my head and bring them down to my waist so you can hold onto me." Tristan did so, noticing for the first time that Shaun was wearing the absolute hottest things Tristan thought he possibly could wear barring nothing at all: Tight Spandex cycle shorts and top. Tristan felt grateful that Shaun couldn't see the tent which was developing in the front of his borrowed shorts.

Even before Shaun began to pedal the bike along the gravel road, Tristan could feel that his riding partner's breathing and heartbeat had both quickened inside the chest he now clung to and he wondered, was he the cause of that? He could only hope so. Tristan clung to Shaun tightly and wished this ride would never end in spite of how uncomfortable riding on the bike carrier was.

They reached Shaun's home after only one minor incident. A curious cop had stopped his car in front of them, so Shaun had also stopped and subsequently gave a sufficient explanation to the policeman: that Tristan had been played a dirty trick by someone else and that Shaun was helping him.

Following Tristan's confirmation that Shaun's explanation was true and Shaun's assurance that he could get the cuffs off of his friend, the cop simply told them to call the police station if they had any trouble removing the cuffs and then returned to his car. Even in a small town, the police were too busy to bother themselves with what seemed to be a trivial case of minor childhood mischief.

Alex never discovered how close to disaster he and his friends had come, but even Tristan's desire for retribution, deep though it was, had limits and so he gave no hint of his treacherous brother's involvement to the policeman.

Within minutes of arriving at Shaun's house, the two boys were in Shaun's bedroom where the larger boy quickly retrieved his own handcuff key. Sure enough, the key fit the cuffs perfectly and Tristan's hands were at last free.

While Tristan sat on his friend's bed and rubbed his slightly chafed wrists, Shaun looked at the handcuffs then back at Tristan and stated, "It's rather a pity, really." Tristan looked curiously at his friend.

"You look cute in handcuffs."

Tristan stared at Shaun in stunned silence. Cute? He looked cute? Wearing handcuffs? And why was Shaun blushing? For that matter, why was he himself blushing and why was his penis rapidly standing to attention?

Then Shaun blushed even more before he suddenly leaned forward and kissed Tristan lightly right on the end of his nose, causing Tristan's blush to also deepen.

"You have a cute bum, too. Now come on and I'll get you some clothes, then we can make some pikelets."

With such a sudden change of subject, Tristan felt unable to respond to Shaun's earlier comments and so dumbly followed his friend first to a storage room for the promised clothing (with Shaun stepping outside to give Tristan his privacy while he dressed) and from there to the kitchen to learn the important subject of how to make – then to eat – bacon pikelets. While these were being prepared and cooked, Tristan slowly related to Shaun how he had ended up where his new friend had found him.

It was while they were eating and talking that Tristan realised his parents would return home before too long and find that Tristan was missing. While neither boy felt much sympathy toward Alex for the trouble he would be in if what he and his friends had done to Tristan were discovered by their parents, they nevertheless agreed that it was unfair to worry Tristan's parents, so Tristan gave Shaun his home telephone number.

Tristan himself was still too angry to speak to Alex and did not even want to chance hearing his brother's voice yet, so it was Shaun who made the call, with Tristan staying well out of earshot. The conversation did not go completely as either boy would have expected. When Shaun returned to Tristan, he dropped a bombshell.

"You're staying with me overnight, for a sleepover."

Tristan stared dumbly at Shaun. Was this a cruel joke?

"Alex suggested it and said he'd clear it with your parents and drop your things over, later. I gave him the address and phone number here so they'll know where you are and can call later if there's any problem."

Still Tristan could only stare at Shaun, dumbfounded. It wasn't a joke?

"I don't know what's going on, Tris, but something is screwy here. Your brother didn't seem even slightly surprised that I called him, and he sounded happy when I told him that you're here with me. Anyway, I'm glad you can stay… you do want to stay, don't you?" Shaun looked anxiously at Tristan.

Realising at last that Shaun was serious, Tristan snapped out of his stunned trance.

"Yes! I mean, of course I want to stay with you…" Tristan gulped, "… overnight." Could this be really happening? The cute boy he wanted so much to be with was now his friend, and he was going to be allowed to stay with him for a sleepover! All other thoughts were driven from Tristan's mind by that realisation.

The rest of the evening was almost like a wonderful dream to Tristan as the boys played various games together.

Tristan fervently hoped that Shaun would not notice how his borrowed trousers frequently sported a bulge in the front, which became especially prominent the closer Tristan came to his new friend; but was that a reciprocal bulge which Tristan could see in Shaun's pants? Tristan hoped so, but he was too preoccupied with trying to hide his own prominence to pay much attention to the possibility that Shaun was in the same condition.

Tristan's efforts to conceal his arousal were not helped by the fact that he was wearing no underpants since only Shaun's old outerwear had been kept in storage.

Shaun's parents returned home from work a little later and were happy to allow Tristan to sleep over with Shaun. Shaun's father brought a sleeping bag out of storage for Tristan to use since he stubbornly refused the offer to take Shaun's bed despite being a guest in their house.

Tristan's own father telephoned soon after Shaun's parents arrived home and confirmed that the arrangement was acceptable, which cleared the final barrier to Tristan's dream evening. It was Tristan's father rather than Alex who, soon after the phone call, delivered some clothing and essential toiletries for Tristan's overnight stay.

Bed time came all too soon and, following a quick shower (separately) and brushing of teeth, the boys retired to Shaun's bedroom and settled down for the night, or so it seemed at first.

Only a short time after the light was turned out, Shaun spoke, quietly.

"Tris? You still awake?"

"Yeah. What is it?" Tristan was curious. He couldn't dare hope that Shaun was going to offer something more, could he?

"You wanna play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

A pause, then a whisper.

"It's kind of naughty."

Tristan's mind thrilled to the words. It was really happening! "Yeah!"

Shaun got out of bed and turned on a small lamp as Tristan wriggled out of the sleeping bag. The lamp gave just enough illumination for the boys to see what they were doing.

"How far are you willing to trust me, Tris?"

Tristan barely hesitated before replying, "All the way, Shaun."

"Lie down on the bed." Tristan did so, watching as Shaun went to a drawer and pulled out… his own handcuffs plus the pair which had been used on Tristan earlier that day. Tristan looked apprehensively first at the cuffs, then at Shaun.

"I promise I won't hurt you. Trust me. This will be fun." Tristan nodded and Shaun continued, "Stretch out your hands to the head of the bed."

Trembling more with anticipation than fear, Tristan did as he was told and once again the clicking noises announced the imprisonment of his wrists in the clutches of cold, unyielding steel.

Shaun had made sure to fasten the cuffs around one of the bars at the head of his bed, making it impossible for Tristan to lower his hands, then Shaun moved to Tristan's feet.

Again, the clicking of cuffs was heard as Shaun fastened Tristan's ankles inescapably to a bar at the bottom of his bed. As Shaun climbed onto the bed with him, Tristan gave a few quick tugs at both his hands and feet just to confirm that he really was securely bound.

"Now you're mine for the whole night," Shaun said quietly in a tone of voice which Tristan had never heard before. The implications of what it promised caused delicious shivers of anticipation to travel up and down Tristan's spine.

Tristan stared directly into Shaun's eyes as he replied, "Whatever you're going to do to me, you don't need to tie me down to do it. I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

"I figured that," Shaun replied, a mischievous look on his face. "I've been watching your stiffie all evening, but it's more fun this way."

Tristan blushed a little at this revelation as well as at the way the involuntary tenting of the front of his pyjama pants announced his enthusiastic agreement, but boldly stated, "You can have a look at it now, if you want." Then he added, with a half-mischievous, half-nervous grin, "After all, I can't stop you, now."

Without another word, Shaun took hold of the waistband of Tristan's pyjamas and, watching for the smaller boy's reaction, began, slowly and without any hurry, to pull Tristan's pyjama pants down.

The suspense was sublime for both boys as Tristan's pyjama pants travelled with almost infinite slowness down, down and further down, gradually coming closer and closer to exposing his now rigid penis. Tristan was conflicted, wanting this delicious anticipation to continue forever and yet wanting Shaun to see his erection; to know how much he desired whatever the bigger boy had in mind; not that Tristan had much doubt about Shaun's intentions.

Momentarily, Tristan's erection caught on the waistband of his pyjama pants, but Shaun gently lifted the front just enough to allow the band to slide smoothly down over Tristan's little boner without hurting the smaller boy.

Shaun sped up a little once Tristan's erection was completely on display, but he still moved slowly as he lowered Tristan's pyjama pants all the way down to his cuffed ankles, then he reached for the buttons on Tristan's pyjama top and began to unfasten them as well.

Tristan lay in blissful anticipation, still hardly able to believe that at last he was getting his wish. Shaun actually wanted to do 'naughty' things with him! Tristan wanted this so much, it actually hurt!

At last Tristan's pyjama shirt was open and Shaun pulled it up Tristan's arms to his wrists, leaving the boy effectively naked. Shaun stared at Tristan for a few seconds before proclaiming, in tones of awe, "You're so beautiful, Tris."

Beautiful? Tristan almost wept as he remembered how he'd been berating himself earlier that day for being a pathetic little wimp, yet Shaun thought he was beautiful! The contrast could hardly be greater, and that realisation caused such strong emotions that they robbed Tristan of the power of speech for a few minutes so he couldn't reply to Shaun's statement.

After a moment, Shaun declared, "I love you, Tris. I've loved you for months. I've wanted to be with you all this time…" the bigger boy's voice broke and tears began to roll down his cheeks. "I didn't know how to ask you… to find out if you… if you wanted the same as me." Then Shaun wept quietly, wiping his eyes as he struggled to regain control of his emotions.

Tristan was stunned. He'd been trying to figure out how to talk to Shaun, and all this time… oh, what a mess he'd made of trying to love Shaun, and Shaun had done no better… but now…

"Shaun!" Tristan said his friend's name a little sharply to get his attention, but then spoke more gently. "I love you too. I was doing exactly the same as you. I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't know what you'd think if you knew… if you were…" Tristan stopped, hesitating to vocalise his thoughts.

Shaun wiped his eyes again before whispering, as though scared of what he was declaring, "You mean if I was gay or not?" Tristan nodded. Then Shaun added, "Like you?" Again, Tristan nodded.

"I am," declared Shaun, half-defiantly. "I know I'm gay. And you are too." For the third time, Tristan simply nodded his head.

There was a moment's silence while Shaun regained control, then he lay down next to his bound, naked friend and rubbed one hand up and down Tristan's chest. The smaller boy breathed deeply, enjoying at last the touch of the one he loved. But his real need was lower down. His penis was so hard, it almost hurt, and the desire for his lover's touch was so deep, it was quite literally painful.

"Shaun. Please. It hurts…"

Before Tristan could explain, Shaun was reaching for the handcuff key.

"I'm sorry, Tris, I'll get them off you…"

"NO!" Tristan almost shouted before remembering to lower his voice so as not to disturb Shaun's parents. "It's not that. That's not what hurts!" Shaun looked puzzled.

"Down there!" Tristan jerked his head and looked down the length of his body. "If you don't do what you're going to do soon, I think it's going to bust! Hurry up and do it now, please!" Tristan's voice was pleading; the last word almost a wail.

Shaun put down the handcuff key, laughing quietly with relief.

"Of course I'll do it, but don't ever scare me like that again!" Shaun reached down and took a firm hold of Tristan's erect penis then began a slow, forceful up and down motion, eliciting a deep sigh of pleasure from the bound boy.

Shaun manipulated Tristan's penis for what seemed to his captive like hours, repeatedly bringing Tristan close to orgasm and then slowing down so that the excitement subsided, deliberately extending his friend's pleasure to an almost painful degree. The fact that Shaun, the boy he adored, was the one in control of his body and that he had no control at all only increased Tristan's pleasure.

Finally, after Tristan began to beg, quietly yet as earnestly as he could manage, for Shaun to complete the act, Shaun did exactly that, causing Tristan to fountain his semen over his own small chest and stomach, his body jerking and bouncing on the bed in the throes of ecstasy.

As Tristan lay quietly, recovering from the fantastic pleasure of his first ever hand-job, Shaun used tissues to carefully clean the semen from his little lover's body, then he unlocked the handcuffs and helped Tristan to put his pyjamas back in place.

"Next time, it's my turn," declared Shaun as, by mutual unspoken agreement, the two boys cuddled together in Shaun's bed.

'Next Time' thought Tristan. How wonderful it was that there could and would be a Next Time.

And on that thought, Shaun put out the light and both boys slept.

Somehow, the subject of just why Shaun owned handcuffs never came up between the two lovers, although they would use both sets many times in the future and in the course of time, their 'games' would advance with their maturity.

***

"I should tell mum and dad on you!" Tristan was almost shouting at his big brother in anger.

"For what?" Alex seemed strangely calm, even nonchalant in the face of that dire threat.

"You had your friends kidnap me from the school change room! They tied me up and dumped me out in the middle of nowhere… and I was naked!" Tristan's voice was shrill as he almost wept again at the memory of the humiliation he had suffered.

"You deserved it for spying on me and Gwen, and anyway, it worked out, didn't it? You got to sleep over with Shaun."

"Huh?" Tristan was suddenly confused.

Alex smiled a knowing smile. "Did you really think I hadn't noticed my little brother is as gay as the proverbial goose?"

Tristan could only stare at his big brother, his jaw dropping in shock.

"I noticed the two of you eyeing each other up a few times when I came to pick you up while mum and dad were busy at work. It wasn't too hard to find out who Shaun was, and it was even easier to find out that he rides his bike along that road for exercise right after school every Friday. Finding out he had a set of handcuffs was just dumb luck, but it was useful information."

Tristan's jaw dropped further as Alex pulled a keyring from his pocket as he continued, "I guess you didn't see Tony and the boys watching from a side-road near Shaun's house. If he'd come home alone, they'd have gone back to help you."

After tossing the keyring to Tristan which the boy reflexively caught, Alex smiled and gave a few taps to the side of his own nose toward his little brother before he headed out to collect his girlfriend for their date, leaving his shocked-speechless little brother to slowly absorb the preceding information, thence to realise… his big brother was perhaps neither as thoughtless nor as heartless as he'd believed.

Hanging from the keyring were two handcuff keys.

The End