U. N. Known Writer

Being Good

"You boys be good now, you hear," Mrs. Alexander told the two boys as she and the rest of the family were leaving. The second part of her message being directed at her son in particular, "Max, remember the only reason we're leaving you here, is because Ethan is here to make sure you don't get up to any of your usual tricks."

"Me?" the eleven year old gave his best innocent smile, which wasn't all that innocent at all.

"Yeah, you Max," shouted Mr. Alexander from outside the house.

"What do you think I'm going to do dad? Make Ethan my prisoner so he can't stop me doing anything else."

"Well," Mrs. Alexander smiled at him, "That's what you did with your last babysitter."

Ethan surprise was written all over his face, "Did you really do that?" he whispered.

"Yeah," nodded Max "well he deserved it. Said I couldn't tie him up so he couldn't escape, but I could."

"How old were you?"

"I don't know, about eight or nine I think. Of course, I'm better at tying people up now. What to see?"

"Sure," Ethan agreed thinking he was going to be told about it, rather than shown. He was both right and wrong.

After a quick trip to his room Max returned carrying a bag that he put on the coffee table in front of them, once Ethan had removed the glasses they'd been drinking from and turned off the TV.

"These are real," Max pulled out a pair of shiny steel handcuffs, "But this I made myself."

For a moment Ethan wasn't sure what the second item was, although he was very impressed by the first. The latter one just appeared to be some sort of squashy ball, in the centre of a rolled up length of handkerchief. "What is it?"

"A gag. A real good one too. Stops you from sanything."

Slowly Ethan worked it out, "You put the ball in your mouth."

"Exactly. Want to try?"

Came wasn't sure if he did, or didn't, but said he did as he didn't want to appear to be scared in front of his younger neighbour. Not that he was actually scared as such. A bit apprehensive, perhaps. Excited even. But not actually scared which is why he opened his mouth as wide as he could when he was asked too.

The ball took a little bit of pushing before it would go over Ethan's teeth, but once it was in place it filled his mouth completely, and once the ends of the handkerchief were tied behind his head there was clearly no way he was going to be able to spit it out again.

"Okay, hands behind your back so I can handcuff you," instructed Max, laying out several pairs of handcuffs, a few coils of rope, some tape, and even cable ties, on the table.

The metal was surprisingly cold against Ethan's wrists as it clicked tighter and tighter. Or perhaps it was his skin that was heating up. Ethan couldn't be too sure especially when Max knelt down in front of him and locked a second pair of handcuffs around his ankles.

"Okay, you have to lie down for this next bit."

Ethan asked why but the question was lost in a mumbling that the gag reduced him too. Still he soon found out why, as once he was on his belly on the sofa, Max was a locking a short chain between the handcuffs and what Ethan would later find out were leg irons.

"I'm going to take your shoes and socks off to show you this neat little trick I found."

There was no protest this time. Not because Ethan didn't have questions, he did, but that he found himself wanting to find out what Max was going to do, by experiancing it, which he did.

The teenager's feet were now bent backwards, over the top of his bottom, making it a little tricky for Max to unlace his trainers, but easy for him to pull the socks off. It made it very easy for him to capture both of Ethan's big toes in a single look of cable tie that would ensure they would stay next to each other, trapped in plastic.

"How's that?" Max asked, rolling Ethan onto his side so he could read the answer in the boy's face, given that he couldn't hear his words.

"Like I said the cuffs are real, and can only be undone with the key, which I've got in my pocket, so you're not getting released until I say so. What do you think of that?"

Ethan of course said nothing, but not because he'd already come to that conclusion. Yet, there was still no fear in his eyes, only a sparkle of something that Max instantly recognised as it was something he was used to seeing on the boys he tied up, of which there had been many back at his old home.

"Right then," Max knelt on the floor beside his captive, "Let's give you a little incentive to get free shall we?"

There was no chance for Ethan to ask what this meant, even if he hadn't been gagged for seconds later Max's fingers were dancing up and down his sides, sending him into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, which in turn made Ethan shiver and shake, and squirm and struggle against his bonds. But there was no escape. The chains holding him were just too strong, and for some reason he rather liked that.

After exactly nine minutes Max stopped the tickling assault. His eyes had been on the mantle piece clock the entire time, not wanting another accident as had happened on a previous occasion when his captive had wet himself. Ever one to learn from his mistakes, and not wanting to explain any stains, or smells, Max enforced a pause which at least gave him the chance to get some more equipment.

Blinking through eyes that were still a little teared up from the tickling, Ethan looked at the father duster and ice cubes, his mind racing as to just what uses they would be put to. Again he didn't have long to wait.

Rolled back onto his belly, Ethan shivered as the back of his shirt was pulled up, but not as much as he did when the ice cube was placed right into the small of his back. Instantly he had goose bumps on his flesh had made him shiver enough for the ice to roll right off him again, only for Max to put it right back where it had been again.

That wasn't all that happened either. Even while he was putting the ice back in place, Max was slowly running the fingers of his other hand across the soles of Ethan's feet, before replacing that sensation with that of the feather duster doing the exact same thing, sending the teenager back into the sort of hysterics that only an improvised ball gag would have a chance of subduing.

By the time the second spate of nine minutes was up, Ethan was totally exhausted. His body covered in sweat, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever had so much fun before. There was just something about being under someone else' control that he was coming to love, which is why he was slightly disappointed when Max started to release the bonds that held him so firmly.

"That's enough of that. For now. Anything you want to do now?"

Ethan couldn't think of anything, then he could. And once he had, he couldn't think of anything else, "I need a wee, quick!"

"Right," laughed Max, "Mum won't like any more stains on the table."

Already part way up from the sofa, Ethan paused to ask what Max had meant by that, but never got the chance as his bladder was demanding a release that just wouldn't wait.

"I thought we could watch the rest of the movie," Max told a suitably relieved Ethan when he came back into the room, adding, "But, if you want I could tie you up while we do."

"Sure," replied Ethan without hesitation just as Max knew he would.

Tape was used this time. A roll of two inch wide gaffer tape, which Max explained was even stronger than duct tape as it had thread running through it, making it impossible to tear, and pretty difficult to cut.

As before, Ethan's hand went behind his back, where his wrists were crossed over with the palms of his hands facing outwards, before the thick black tape was wrapped tightly around them. More tape was then used to go around Ethan's stomach, holding his hands tight to his back, while another line of black went around his chest, shoulders and upper arms to make sure he couldn't move his arms at all. Finally tape was wrapped around Ethan's legs, at the ankle and on either side of his knees, rendering his lower limbs only slightly more useful than his upper ones.

"What about the gag?" Ethan asked when Max was about to restart the movie. "Don't you want to put that in as well, like a kidnapper would?"

Max smiled, "Guess so, but I'll get a new handkerchief as you made the last one all wet."

For the next ninety minutes or so, the two boys sat and watched the movie. Max, curled up on one end of the sofa, with his legs tucked underneath him, while Ethan sat, almost at attention, unable to move in any direction for fear of falling over. Neither of them however, were paying too much attention to what was happening on screen, as they were both thinking about what was going to happen after the movie, with Max in particular wondering just how far he could push things. This was why he was stealing occasional glances over to his friend. He wasn't just heading his parents' warning either. He needed to know what Ethan felt about being tied up, as he knew from experience that not every boy liked it. Those that did though, often wouldn't say, but there were other ways of knowing if a boy liked something that was happening to him. Such as the how his body reacts, especially a certain part of his body, which if Max wasn't very much mistaken, was causing the small tent in Ethan's lap that pretty much mirrored the one in Max's.

When the movie was over, Max decided to take things a bit further, not saying anything as he pulled a few lengths of rope from his collection, along with something that was shaped very much like a thin cutting board that had holes drilled through it and some duct tape around the end to form into a more comfortable handle.

"Sometimes," Max spoke when he saw Ethan looking at his improvised paddle, "Sometimes prisoners don't just get to laugh, do you understand?"

Ethan nodded after remembering he couldn't actually speak.

Taking up the rope, Max expertly formed it into a large lasso which he looped over Ethan's head, and down to his shoulders where he tightened it, before doing a similar thing to the boy's ankles.

The loose ends of these two lassos were then joined in front of Ethan's body, and slowly tightened, forcing the teenager to bend over at the waist, as his chest was drawn towards his knees which wasn't even given the lack of space between the sofa and the coffee table.

Quickly realising his mistake, Max pushed the table backwards, and told Ethan to kneel on the floor, helping the other boy do just that, before he gave another tug on the two cords, bringing not just Ethan's head down, but his backside up, as he rested on his knees.

"Now," Max finished tying off the last of the ropes, picking up the paddle along with the feather duster, "We'll see how much you can really take. What do you think?"

"Mmph!" replied Ethan somewhat pointlessly, as the feather duster was pushed under him and spun across his bare stomach, which made him squeal in delight. Delight that wasn't going to last.

THWACK!

The tap of the puddle on Ethan's rear wasn't much of a blow, but it certainly got his attention. His head rearing back, before the feather duster being brushed across his feet, changed his mind and started him laughing again.

It went on like that for the next nine minutes. The paddle continued to be used sparingly, as Max still wasn't sure just what he could get away with on that score, instead concentrating on the feather duster to great effect.

After the time was up, Ethan was not only drenched in sweat but he had tears freely rolling down his face, that were tears of laughter. His body was also once more drenched in sweat. His bottom tingled, and that seemed to have transferred itself directly though to the front of his body, where Ethan was only too aware that his erection was somewhat painfully trapped under clothes tightened by his bondage and remained so even when the rope connecting his legs to his chest was released allowing him to straighten out his legs. This though made the bulge in the front of his trousers rather more obvious.

Unfortunately, that was the point when Max's parents came home.

"Max! What did we say before we went out?" Mrs. Alexander was the first to speak while the remainder of the family just stared seemingly at the engorged front of Ethan's clothing.

"You told me to be good, Mum." the eleven year old smiled, "And I was. I was very good. Very good at tying people up. Just ask Ethan and he'll tell you. Oh no, wait he can't can he. Because I'm so good."

Much to Ethan's surprise the Mr and Mrs. Alexander laughed at their son's joke and continued to do so as they went into the kitchen all of which pretty much left Ethan right where he was, even more confussed than usual.

The End