U. N. Known Writer

Making Mark

"Wake up! Wake Up! It's time."

Ewen Ashton felt his world rock from side to side as he slowly came out of the sort of sleep that only eleven year old boys can enjoy. One filled with action and adventure that never seems to go anywhere, especially where his new best friend was concerned.

"I'm awake. I'm awake," he murdered, only just preventing himself from adding 'Mum' as he opened his eyes into the near blackness of the unfamiliar bedroom where he was spending his first sleep over. A bedroom that didn't even have a bed yet. At least not one that had been put together.

"Get up then. Hurry up. It's time."

There was scrambling beside him, as a second sleeping bag was shoved down allowing Charlie Bowes to cycle his pyjama covered legs from inside.

"Time for what?" wondered Ewen, pulling his arm up to stare at the numbers on his watch. Numbers that didn't read like they should do. "It's three in the morning?"

"Yes it is. Come on get up. Let's go do that thing to Mark."

"Mark?" mumbled Ewen, his brain not working at it's best just yet.

"Yes my brother. I told you. Come on."

Another mini earthquake rumbled across his shoulder as Charlie tried to encourage Ewen out of his sleeping bag which much less finance but better results than the boy's mother ever would have had.

"I'm up. I'm up," Ewen fumbled for the zip opening his bag up to so he could push himself into a sitting position hoping to prevent any more motion sickness. Not to mention the amount of junk food both he and Charlie had put away before they'd finally settled down just a few short hours earlier. The evidence of which was scattered all about the room that one day would look like a boy's bedroom but which currently looked not unlike a rubbish dump. At least that's what Charlie's mum had said before leaving the boys to it. The plan being that Ewen would help Charlie get settled into his new room, but that hadn't happened. Eleven year old boys were just too easily distracted to get anything remotely like work done. Playing pranks on big brothers however. That was another story.

"Here take these."

Something was thrown into Ewen's lap, making him jump as the thin cotton of his pyjamas offered little protection for the soft parts of him that rested there.

"Hey careful," he complained picking up what he'd been given and trying to identify it in the poor quality moon light coming through the open curtains. "What are these things? Mittens?"

"Yeah. Anti-scratch mittens. I had them when I had the pox, remember I told you. Meant I couldn't scratch my spots even though I really, really, REALLY wanted to cos they were all red and scratchy but if I scratch them then all this gross pus stuff came out."

"Nice!" Ewen turned one over in his hands, noting the straps around the wrists and the thick padding where the fingers would be. "Wait! They've been washed right?"

"Yes of course they have. Mum dunked them in disinfectant and everything. Don't worry you won't get spots on your little willy."

Ewen hadn't thought of that, but removed the other mitten from his lap just to be on the safe side, before reminding Charlie that they were the same size in just about every way, including that one. After all an official school ruler doesn't lie.

"Yeah, well never mind that now." Charlie gave himself a scratch, "Come on we've got to get going."

Already at the bedroom door, Charlie opened it slowly and peaked out, checking for lights of sounds anywhere else in the house, but there was nothing. "Come on," he repeated.

"What's the hurry? You said your brother's a deep sleeper."

"He is but mum can wake up if a mouse farts, so keep it down will you until we get upstairs."

"You're the one shouting," mumbled Ewen climbing to his feet wishing he had slippers that weren't too childish to bring to a sleepover. The un-carpeted floorboards were cold under his bare feet.

"Whatever. Hurry up and don't forget the mittens. Will you?"

"No chance." Quickly and hopefully unseen, Ewen picked them up, holding them to his chest as he joined his friend by the door.

"Right. Here goes. Come on."

The prank was on.

Creeping though the unfamiliar house in the middle of the night was about the most exciting thing Ewen Ashton had ever done. Sure he'd crept around his own house, even done it naked with Charlie, but this was different. He didn't actually know where he was going, other than the attic. That's where Charlie's fourteen year old brother had his room. In the attic. Way up above the rest of the house where little boys like Charlie and Ewen weren't allowed. That's what Mark had told them, the previous evening, but now they were going anyway to get their own back. First though they had to get past the adults.

It was nerve wreaking. Ewen didn't really know Charlie's mum and dad that well, but they seemed nice, even for adults. One thing he did know was that they let their kids get away with a lot more than Ewen ever could have at his house. Sure he had sisters rather than a brother and that made a big difference. Why, it did, Ewen wasn't sure, only that it did. Still, Ewen's mum would have had a major freak if his room looked like Charlie's did but Mrs. Bowes despite the hints for Charlie to do something about it, didn't push the subject. Yet if she'd be so laid back if she found boys creeping around the house at night, never mind what they were actually planning to do, was something Ewen didn't want to find out. He liked it there. He didn't want to get banned, like Charlie almost had from his house.

The boys moved slowly. One foot in front of the other. Huddled so close together that they often seemed joined. Communication was by hand signals, along with nods and shakes of the head. Charlie leading the way. Hugging the wall nearest his parent's room. Listening intently each and every time he came to a stop for any sound they they'd been discovered.

Passing the door itself was the trickiest part. Not being closed properly Charlie knew they would cast a shadow as they crossed it, but it was a risk he was willing to take in order to show off to his only friend in the village.

He paused. Held his breath and then tip-toed across the three foot gap with all the subtly of a tap dancing elephant.

Ewen instantly burst into giggles he could barely control despite the world's loudest "Shush!" from his friend and then a tug on his elbow that had him flying from one side of the door to the other, slamming into Charlie and then sending them both down to the floor in a floundering of arms and legs.

"Get off me!" hissed Charlie before realising he was actually the one on top, and could stand up without too much trouble.

The moment he was on his feet the boy turned back to his parents's room where, thankfully nothing stirred even as he jumped when feeling the hot breath of his friend on the back of his neck.

"Think we got away with it! Come on."

They were off again. Ewen trailing, half suspecting Mrs. Bowes didn't actually poses the bat-like hearing her son thought she did but rather he made so much noise that no one could fail to hear him which wasn't actually that far from the truth.

Finally they were there. Well not there, but almost there and far enough from the adults that they no longer had to sneak around. Something that became apparent when Charlie reached a small door at the end of the landing.

"Rude!" he said in his normal voice, pointing to a sign that forbid anyone who either had been or was currently a teenager from going any further.

A sign Charlie totally ignored.

The stairs beyond the door were steep, uncarpeted, had no handrail, but with walls that were close enough to the boys' shoulders to make them feel more than a little cramped. That though changed when they reached the top.

"Wow!" mumbled Ewen, looking up at the four sky lights set into the slopped roof, which allowed an almost perfect view of the night sky in all it's twinkling glory. Charlie though thought he meant something else.

"Yeah, I know right. There is so enough room for me to have my room up here as well. It's not like I'm messy or anything."

Wisely Ewen let that one pass without comment. The attic ran for the full footprint of the house beneath it, could easily have contained several bedrooms, perhaps even an entire house full of them, but instead it was totally open planned and pretty much bare apart from a cluster of furniture at the far end, where Mark had set up his bedroom.

There wasn't much. Just a wardrobe, a chest, and a metal framed bed upon which the teenage lay beneath, a rough looking blanket. All in all, nothing like a modern teenaged boy's bedroom but then Mark wasn't a typical teenage boy.

"He likes to play pretend," Charlie had once explained.

Ewen had been none the wiser, "Pretend what?"

"Various things. Mostly history stuff. Victorians. Romans. Stuff like that. Used to let me play but now he doesn't, says he can't trust me, but I'm going to, anyway. I've got a plan. Hay, Do you want to help me?"

Despite still not understanding, Ewen had agreed on the spot. There was just something about Charlie that made him agree to pretty much anything the other boy said.

"Come on. Let's see what he's up to."

Ewen expected Charlie to creep up to where his brother was sleeping on his side, slightly curled on his mattress, trying not to wake him. but that isn't what happened. Mark it seemed, was every bit a deep sleeper as Charlie had said.

"Ha, guess he's not going to see us after all," laughed Charlie pointing to what looked like an airplane sleeping mask that his brother was wearing. "Oh and great. He won't hear us either. Look."

Peering where he was indicated, Ewen could just make out the foam plug in the teenager's ear. "Why?" he asked.

"So he can't see and hear, of course."

Looking up Ewen could sort of see the point to the mask, given how brightly the moon shone in through the roof, but other than them the attic was deathly silent, making the use of ear plugs rather pointless. Then Charlie pulled back his brother's covers, and Ewen had other things to wonder about. Namely what Mark was wearing or rather what he wasn't.

"He's naked."

"Pretty much," agreed Charlie, "Well apart from these of course."

The sound of metal jangling caused Ewen to look at the teenager's limbs and what was making the noise.

"He's chained up?"

"Yep," nodded Charlie, "Wonder where the keys are?"

Ewen didn't know and didn't look for them although Charlie did. What he did look at was the handcuffs on the teenager's wrists and the leg shackles on his ankles. Both of which looked real, not like toys. All made of real metal with real chain between them. About a couple of foot for the ankles and just a few inches for the hands. All shiny. And all locked very firmly in place.

"Got them," holding the keys in the air long enough for his friend to see them, Charlie soon dropped them into the pocket of his pyjama jacket, he turned his attention back to his brother, especially his bottom which he called Ewen to come have a look at.

"What's that?" gasped the visitor. "Has he got something up his bum."

"Yeah, sure looks like that." Peering in closer, Charlie extended his finger to give the small black square of plastic that was between his brother's buttocks right where his hole should be. The moment he did. Mark moved.

Ewen didn't mean to squeak like a mouse, nor did he intend to take quite so many steps backwards as Mark rolled over onto his back or to drop the mittens he was carrying. He also didn't intend to rush back to the bed so fast that he tripped over the gloves and banged his knees on the edge but he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, repeating the question that was becoming his catch phrase.

"What's that?"

"Don't know what you call it," admitted Charlie peering down at the contraption that encased his brother's penis, "But it meant to stop boys having a wank."

"What? Why's Mark wearing it?"

Charlie gave his friend a look that told him the answer should be obvious, "To stop him having a wank, obviously."

"Oh right!" Ewen wasn't convinced. Why would a boy want to stop having a wank. It was the best thing in the world to play with your willy. Every boy knew that. Didn't they?

Apparently not.

"It's part of his game. To pretend he's not allowed to do anything without permission. See, it's locked on."

Ewen could indeed see that although the padlock holding the chastity device in place had to be the smallest one in the world.

"Anyway," Charlie nudged him, "Let's but the mitts on him."

"Right. Yeah." Pulling his eyes from the older boy's imprisoned genitals, Ewen got the anti-scratch mitts ready while Charlie carefully lifted up one of his brother's hands.

"Here, slip it on him."

Ewen did, although Charlie actually did most of the work. Ewen pretty much just held the mitt still while Mark's hand was guided into it. He did however get to fasten the buckle around Mark's wrist both on that hand and on the second one that followed a few moments later.

"Now what?" he asked, when they were done.

"Simple," smiled Charlie. "Now we go back to bed and wait for the morning. Then the real fun can start and we'll show Mark just what it's like to have to do everything someone says."

The End?