U. N. Known Writer

Memory Ties

Chapter One
Mummy Leo

I may only be fifteen now, but I've been into bondage for nearly as long as I can remember. Of course, I didn't know what it was called back then, or, indeed why I did it, but ever since 'cubs' I sure do. Not that I was in the scouts or anything, nor did I know anyone who was. At least not for real. No, me and my best mate Rocco 'Rocky' Angelo just played at being cub scouts when we found what we thought was an old Scout hut out the back of his Uncle's place. Still, I guess, even if I hadn't been mates with Rocco and his little brother Lukas, then I probably still would have ended up planning to mummify myself. Only I probably wouldn't have known how to go about it. That's all.

Like I said, I've always been interested in people being tied up. I remember watching many TV shows when I was ten and under, and in those days it seemed that every single show, would have someone tied up at some point. Even the kids' shows. So, it was only natural – at least to me – that I tried out some of these things on my own, and then, eventually with Rocco and Lukas. Yet, despite all the games the three of us played there was always one thing I wanted to try out, and although I came close to doing it once with Lukas Angelo and his strange mate Ant Southerland, I'd never really experienced what it was like to be truly mummified. So that's what I'm going to do today. On my own.

In the two years since I played all those 'cub' games with Rocco I'd managed to get a lot of good stuff to be tied up with, finding along the way, a variety of ropes, straps, chains and locks, to add to the things that we found in that hut. Still, I wouldn't need any of that' specialist' stuff for the mummification, as I already knew it wouldn't work. Bandages – like you see in all the movies – just don't stay on, like they should, because they stretch too much. Rope, which would be the next obvious thing, just falls off the moment you try to move. And cling film, which I've seen jokingly used on TV comedies to tie someone up, just wasn't strong enough. At least the cheap old stuff my Mum buys wasn't anyway. So, that left me with duct tape.

Naturally, duct tape won't slip or fall off, at least in a hurry, as it's sticky but that also means it tends to hurt when it's pulled off again, so it's probably a good thing that I'm not nearly as hairy as most of the boys in my year at the local Comp. Or perhaps that's why I'm not as hairy, as I've been sticking myself – or someone else has – with the stuff for a couple of years. Of course, there's still the hair on my head – which is quite long – and between my legs, but a swimming cap takes care of the former and a pair of Speedos does for the later.

My parents are gone for the weekend, so this is the perfect time to try out myself mummification process that I've been working on for these years. Already I've gathered together all the things I would need. Firstly, this was three separate rolls of duct tape – I didn't want to run out, after all – shower cap, knife, scissors, a stiff plastic tube, some thin but strong cable ties, handcuffs, a padlock and one of the largest butt plugs from the 'cub' camp.

The butt plug fairly obviously had to be the first thing used, so I'd already spent a few minutes up in the bathroom, making sure I was clean back there, before getting a nice bit of lube up inside myself. That felt slightly strange walking downstairs, naked with my greased up hole, swishing about, even though none of the sensations created, were entirely new to me.

Anyway it was time to start, so putting one foot up on the couch and going into a sort of half squat, I used one hand to spread my buttocks and the other to push the butt plug into my bum. All six inches [15 cm] of it. Made of a tough, yet flexible rubber, it was, like all the butt plugs we'd found, narrow near the tip, getting wider towards the middle and then narrowing down again towards the base and, over the years I'd been playing with them inserting them was fairly easy, but probably due to my excitement, it took more than the usual couple of grunts and pushes before I could get it inserted this time. Still, as always, I got it in there, and soon my sphincter was attempting to close down over the bottom end, and very nearly making it to.

Next came the jock strap, and that I put on backwards on purpose, so that the pouch could be used to ride up between my buttocks like a wedgie and hold the plug in place while the two straps that normally went around the buttocks were not in front and running on either side of my balls, while leaving me totally exposed. Just not for long, as I was going to tape up my dick and balls too. Next.

After preparing a few short bits of tape, and sticking them to the side of the coffee table, so they'd be close to hand. I got to work. First pulling my balls away from my body so I could get a the cable tie around them, and pull it as tight as it would possibly go so that there was no way my dick would be able to go down even if it wanted to, which at the moment looked rather unlikely, but still. That done, and with my dick already throbbing slightly, I started with the tape. Crisscrossing the end of my prick first, and then smoothing those down the sides, before I started to wrap the entire thing, balls and all, in the shiny silver tape. By the time I'd finished, my boy stuff looked like it had been coated in some sort of metal and was now sticking right out in front of my body, like an excited robot.

The next stage of my transformation into silver boy was to give myself some duct tape underpants. This I didn't really need to do, but just fancied doing, so I spent around fifteen minutes – it's not easy, try it – covering my bum with tape, while trying to avoid sticking anything else to my already covered genitals. The appearance of the silver pants, completed with several wraps around my waist, and thighs, as well as crossing the tape up and over each hip, so, other than a touch of skin between the pants and balls, I was silver from thigh to waist. Now it was time to do the same to my legs.

Very quickly I realised I wasn't going to be able to tape my feet together but, that was probably a good idea as I would need to do at least a bit of walking at some point in the future. Still, that didn't make taping my ankles any easier, as the tape pants made it rather difficult to bend all the way over, or to crouch down anymore. The butt plug not helping much for either of those activities either.

By the time I'd worked the tape around and around my ankles, shins and up to my knees, my legs were already starting to look like a single appendage, rather than two, as if I was now some sort of silver mermaid, or, I guess a merboy. It had been quite tiring to do even that much, but I'd waited long enough to do this so wasn't about to stop now.

I had to stand up in order to complete taping up my legs, and that in itself wasn't that easy and I had to push myself up with my hands. Yet, in another twenty minutes I had the tape completely encircling me from ankle to the tops of my thighs and it was time to do the rest of my body. For this I had a plan.

Taking tiny little bunny hops – the most I could do – I moved over to where I'd set up a roll of duct tape over the end of a brush stale that I'd propped into the back of a chair. Now it was time to put on the shower cap and to make sure all my hair was tucked up inside it. Then I used another roll of tape to gag myself. This I didn't do like you see on TV with just one piece of tape over my mouth but instead I wrapped the roll not only all the way around my head, but also up over the top so that I couldn't even open my jaw, let alone my mouth.

Now it was time for the handcuffs. I know what you're thinking, what's the point in the cuffs when there's all that tape, But there was a point, and that was that the key for the cuffs was up in my bedroom, meaning I would have to get up there, before I could free myself completely, even if I could get most of the tape off before then. Plus, it also meant that the bondage seemed less self-inflicted than it was especially as the tape wouldn't actually cover my hands. So, putting my hands behind my back, I took a deep breath before locking the cuffs around my wrists, and setting myself up for the final part of the adventure.

Feeling for the end of the tape from the roll on the brush stale, I held this in my hand and then, proceeded to slowly turn myself around on the spot. This was surprisingly easy to do, given that my feet were taped up like I'd initially wanted to, so although walking was out of the question, turning wasn't. Naturally, as I turned, the tape came away from the roll, and stuck to my body from the waist up to, almost the top of my shoulders. I had to leave a couple of inches free below my shoulders, as I didn't want to risk the tape going on my neck – I didn't want to die! – but other than that I managed to get myself covered from waist to shoulders pretty much without trouble, although I did have to go back and do a couple of bits twice, as I could see skin between the silver sheath, but that was expected.

It was finished. I'd done it. There I was, almost totally encased in silver tape with only my feet, my shoulders and my handcuffed wrists free from the bondage I'd put myself in. Now, all I had to do was enjoy it – and rest – before I set about the less exciting process of freeing myself. Naturally, I wasn't going to be able to do this standing up, but, at the same time, had to take obvious care in laying down, given that I couldn't actually bend my legs. Thankfully all those games with the Angelo brothers, had taught me all I needed to know about moving when tied up. So it was a short – in distance not time – hop over the couch, and then a nervous moment while I deliberately unbalanced myself, until I fell down over. Landing first on the soft cushions of the coach, before rolling myself down onto the somewhat less comfortable carpet.

There I lay, a captive in my own home. My body was already stiff inside its cocoon but that was nothing to how my prick was. It was bursting, yet, of course, it couldn't burst on its own, as it couldn't move. Of course, eventually I would roll onto my stomach and rub myself off but, I wanted to put that off for a long as possible, and the only way to do that, was to think about other, none sexy things, yet, try as I might, my thoughts always came back to bondage, and the events that had led me up to this strange activity.

Chapter Two
The 'Cub' Hut

Rocco Angelo and I had been friends from the moment we started Juniors together so by the time we reached that magical first teenage year, we were pretty much used to spending all our time together, and more importantly, no one seemed to think anything about it, which was just as well given the secret den we'd found for ourselves.

During the summer we'd spend most of our time out at the house of Rocco's uncle, as both of our parents worked and the Uncle didn't, due to some medical problem that was never mentioned. Or at least I don't remember it ever being mentioned. Not that I cared. All I cared about was the freedom this gave us, and, more importantly that we were allowed to roam about pretty much as we wanted, and Lukas couldn't, as he'd only just turned eleven and wasn't yet allowed out like we were. Although that would change shortly.

As the summers progressed so did the range of our games, until we finally ventured way beyond the fields at the back of the house where we were meant to stay, and out to the woods that boarded them.

The woods were allegedly haunted and we'd always been told not to go there, but, of course, the moment we could, that's where we went. Two twelve-year-old boys poking around for whatever adventure and fun they could find. And boy did we find some.

At the edge of the woods was a small, disused factory unit, made up of many small huts that was perfect for exploring. It was surrounded by a wire mesh fence, but that was falling down and had just the right number of holes for us to be able to crawl through. The gate was locked with a rusty lock, and the fence hidden from view, so once inside no one would be able to see us and I still remember the excitement of that first time, the goose bumps on my skin and the way my left leg shook in anticipation of what we might find.

Before us lay all the buildings across the back of the site, plus the occasional wreck of a truck or car, and other bits of machines we had no idea what they were. Yet, it was the end building we were most drawn too. This was in a much better state of repair than the others, especially as it was the only one that was locked.

A padlock was clamped firmly in place across the door, and while it was rusty it didn't look as old as everything else around the place, and above the door was a faded sign we both recognised at once, as the three-feather emblem of the Boy scout movement. Neither Rocco or I had ever been members, as it was even then regarded as totally strange to want to join, so we hadn't; but we had heard all the rumours about the sort of things boy scouts got up to, so naturally that only made us more interested to get inside and have a look around. We found one of the windows at the back of the building wasn't latched, so were able to move one of the barrels under it so we could climb up and gain entry that way.

Inside it wasn't as dark as you would think, but it was somewhat dusty. The hut was surprisingly empty for the most part, with just bare wooden floorboards and a few chairs scattered around, which, of course, made it the perfect place to become our den, which is what we decided to make it, right there on the spot.

In the weeks that followed we explored most of the rest of the buildings finding, along the way, loads of bits and pieces that would, eventually become part of the games we had yet to start to play. These were, all the sorts of things you would expect to find in such a factory complex, including chains, padlocks – even some with keys – ropes and other things. There was, however, one metal cupboard that we just couldn't open, but tucked away in the back of the cupboard in the scout hut we found several cardboard boxes filled with cub scout uniforms, complete with short shorts, kerchiefs, woggles and caps. At the time, we just laughed at the gawky clothes, little realising that in a few weeks we'd actually be wearing them ourselves. In the meantime we set about finding enough stuff to make the hut seem more like home and soon managed to find, tables, chairs, and even a couple of mattresses so we could sleep there. We even had a toilet in the corner that worked, after a fashion. Then came the day of the storm.

We were halfway between his uncle's house and the hut when the first drops of rain started to hit us but, by the time we'd crawled into the window and were safe inside the building, both Rocco and I were drenched from head to toe.

"We can't stay in these clothes." I pointed out, wringing out my shirt on my friend's feet, "Or we'll catch out deaths or something."

"Yeah!" Rocco said back flicking his foot at me, giving me my water back, "But we ain't got anything else to wear have we?"

It was true we didn't. We had everything in the hut by this time that a pair of thirteen-year-old boys could want – food, snacks, drinks etc – but we didn't have any clothes. At least none of our own.

The idea came to the pair of us seemingly at once. Slowly, like it was a cartoon or something, we turned our heads towards the small back room where we'd stuffed all the things we didn't want and the cardboard boxes of scout clothes.

"We can't put that stuff on!" Rocco said, more or less to himself, "Can we?"

"Why not?" I replied, "It's not like no one is going to see us is it."

"I guess not." He shrugged, and then shouted, "Race you!"

The next few minutes were rather hectic as we charged into that small room, and tore into the boxes and our clothes at the same time. By the time the dust had settled once more not only were we both warm and dry but we were totally transformed. For some reason, rather than just change our shirts, both of us had gone the whole hog and put on the entire uniforms we found there and were now dressed like a couple of cub scouts from the 1970s.

For a moment we just stood and stared at each other, and then burst out laughing at the way we looked. Given that most boys leave the cubs when they turn eleven the clothes were somewhat tight on us newly teenagers, but not so much that we couldn't move. The jumpers slightly stretched across our broadening chests, while the shorts rode up high on our legs, as the cuffs did around our wrists. But even though we looked strange, we did look smart.

"It feels funny wearing shorts." Rocco said, his hand ideally playing with his newly exposed thighs.

"You're not wrong," I agreed, "Kind of feels good though, after my wet jeans though."

"True enough!"

"And at least we fit into the scout hut now!" I added, putting my hand up in a bad scout salute as I said, "Dib, dib, dib!"

"Ha-ha!" Rocco laughed, "Suits you!"

"And you too, even if you do look like a little kid."

"So do you!" he shot back.

"Well, at least we're like little kids together then!" I said, which pretty much settled the matter especially as that was when I found the key.

It had been hidden in the bottom of the box with the uniforms, and had clearly fallen out of one of the pockets. It was such a distinctive shape that the second I pulled it out, we both realised what it was for. The big metal cabinet in the corner we'd never been able to open. Of course, now we had the key, we didn't waste any time in opening it.

Inside we found boxes filled with strange looking things some of which looked no unlike dicks, and others that looked like a ball on a strap. There were also handcuffs and other bits of small chains, leather straps of all lengths and sizes. Little bats, leather straps, dog collars and leads, and loads of other things we didn't even have a clue what there were. However, that first day, what took our attention most was the comic books. These we took into the lighter part of the hut to read, only to find out they were nothing like the comic books we were used to. At all.

Looking that first time at the one I'd selected I was barely prepared for what I was going to find, as the cover looked fairly ordinary, even though it wasn't drawn to the usual standard I was expecting. Still it looked like it was going to full of action as it featured some mean looking men standing around with guns. Guns that were pointed at a small group of boys dressed just as Rocco and I were and taking them into a wooden cabin, that just like the one we were in, had 'Scouts' written above the door.

Turning the page, I noticed the story started out like many an adventure comic I'd read with a group of cubs discovering some criminals, only for them to pull guns on them, and take them hostages. However, as the story moved into the hut, the tone of the comic changed drastically. First the cubs were all tied up – something that gave me a warm glow I have to admit – and then, they had their uniforms torn off. Then, if that wasn't shocking enough, their captors were also naked, and looked like they were about to force the biggest pricks I'd ever seen into the cub's young mouths.

"Blimey!" Rocco said, clearly having found much the same in his comic, which he was, at that moment laying over his lap to no doubt hide the bulge in his little cub shorts.

I didn't say anything. I don't think I could have and, nor for that matter did Rocco say anything else as we looked though most of the comics we could. And the more I looked at then the harder my own prick was becoming and I wasn't the only one. When I glanced over to Rocco a short time later, I caught him, rubbing himself through his shorts and I couldn't resist teasing him.

"Enjoying yourself?" I laughed.

Instantly he froze, the comic he'd been reading falling from his lap to show the large lump in his shorts. "I… I was…" he stammered unconvincingly as I picked the comic up only to find it showing two boys tied to a bed, with their captors' dicks in their little mouths. Their cheeks bulging as they struggled to swallow everything they were being given.

"Wow!" I said. "That's the one that made me stiff too."

Rocco looked at me funny.

"Really?"

"Sure!" I said, but my friend was looking for a way to change the subject and he did.

"Guess we'd best be getting home now, it's stopped raining."

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged, "We can come back later, can't we?"

"Sure!" he said.

And we did, many times. Always changing into the cub uniforms – although we never did explain just why we did that to ourselves or each other – and then reading the comics. And that's probably how things would have stayed, had other events not got in the way.

Chapter Three
Too Tied to Chase

It was a Saturday but it was a wet one, meaning we were all stuck inside at the Uncle's place. And by, 'we' I don't just mean me and Rocco cos, Lukas was there as well being a real pain in the bum, like only a little brother can be, forever wanting to play some game or other such as 'hide and seek' only with a twist.

Of course, neither of us older boys, now we were teenagers were interested in playing such a childish game, but in an effort to make it more appealing to us, Lukas hit upon the idea of when the seeker caught someone, then that someone became his prisoner. When Rocco and I then exchanged shifty looks – due to the comics we'd been reading – Lukas clearly thought he was losing us cos then he offered to be the seeker first. Mind you, you should have seen the surprise on his face when we agreed.

Anyway, Lukas remained in the living room while Rocco and I headed off in different directions to hide from the little freckle-faced kid. Heading towards the stairs I made for the one place I didn't think Lukas would look for me. His own bedroom. This turned out to be a great idea, for Lukas was such a messy little brat that there was stuff everywhere in his room. So much so that his wardrobe was nearly empty. So that's where I went. Slipping inside, and pulling the door closed behind. That, though was where my problems started, for, as the door closed there was a very slight 'click' as I went and locked myself in.

There was no catch on the inside, so I couldn't let myself out, without making a lot of noise, and that would have rather defeated the object so there was nothing for me to do but to settle down, as best I could, and wait for someone to yell out the game was over and I was the winner. Or so I thought.

I sat in the dark for what seemed like an age, but, from my watch I knew wasn't more than thirty minutes, until someone came into the room. I froze, sitting still, and barely daring to breathe but still, the footsteps came straight towards me, and a few seconds later the cupboard door opened and there was Lukas' face beaming down at me.

"Hi Leo!" he laughed, "You lose."

I stood up, stretching myself: "Damn! You got Rocky already!"

"You'll find out." He said mysteriously, adding before I could ask what he meant, "Hope you haven't forgotten the second part of the game?"

I had, so asked what he meant.

"I found you, before the time was up, so now you're my prisoner." He looked a bit nervous when he said this, probably cos he wasn't sure how I was going to react. Not that he had anything to worry about.

"Okay," I said, "What are you going to do with me, then?"

"Well, you've got two choices. Either you do exactly as I tell you, or I'll put you back into the cupboard until my uncle comes home. So which is it to be?"

"Well," I said like I was thinking it over, "I don't want to go back in the cupboard, so I guess I'll do what I'm told."

"Good!" he said, grinning so madly that all the millions of freckles on his face lit up like he was radioactive or something, "First thing I want you to do is take off your shirt."

Strangely this didn't seem that strange an idea to me, especially as it had been rather hot to be stuck in the closet for so long, so I tugged my T-shirt up over my head, and tossed it to one side, where a pile of Lukas' own clothes were festering in a corner. However, when I turned back I noticed Lukas, still grinning like a demented cat, was now holding a length of white rope in his hands. "What? What's that for?" I asked nervously.

"You said you'd do what I said, so just turn around and put your hands behind your back." He said, answering my question even as he didn't answer it.

I was rather nervous at this point as I'd never really been tied up but, even as I was thinking about it I knew that I would have to play along and that, deep down, I was sort of looking forward to it. So, I did like he asked, turning to face the wall, and putting my hands behind me, palm to palm, like you see in all the movies.

"No, not like that," Lukas told me, his small hands, taking my wrists and repositioning my hands as he wanted them, so that my arms were crossing over each other at the wrists. Then, before I could even think, let alone ask why he'd done that, I felt him wrap a turn horizontally around my wrists and pull it tight. So tight that I squirmed a little as the cord was pulled into my flesh.

"Hold still until I've finished," Lukas told me in no uncertain terms, "You'll have plenty of time to struggle later on."

With the warning in place, he pulled in the slack I'd gained in the ropes and then added a couple more turns to the coils, ensuring that each one was snug in its own right. Then, he took a vertical turn around my arms, and at once I knew that my fate was now sealed. The turns he'd already placed around my hands were completely secure and it was already impossible for me to break free, but still he continued adding more, as if he'd been doing this all his life. Which was odd! Of course, as I started to realise that I would be totally unable to get myself free, I felt the same strange surge of excitement that I would come to know and love many times over the next few weeks, months and later years. I could only hope that, hidden under my jeans, Lukas wouldn't notice the more obvious signs of my feelings on the matter.

These thoughts continued on in my mind while Lukas continued his work, adding more vertical turns and then clinching his lashing with a couple of turns between my heavily bound wrists. Then, finally I felt him knotting the ends of the rope, somewhere at the back of my hands where it would be impossible for me to reach them.

"Okay," he then said, "Now you can try struggling."

I gave it a go, but knew, like he did, that it was pointless even before I started. No matter which way I tried to twist and turn my hands, my fingers just couldn't reach the knots and, eventually I had to give up. Defeated. "What now?" I asked.

"Well you can take your trainers off, now cos you won't be needing them."

There was, an obvious problem with this suggestion as with my hands bound behind my back there was no way I could do this myself, so in the end my captor had to do it. Then he went over to his bedroom door, opened it, before returning to stand behind me, and prodding me in the back, told me to march down to the basement, where we had all our play stuff.

The stairs took some time to go down, but I didn't really notice as when we were at the top, we passed a full length mirror on the landing which gave me a start as, for the first time, I really saw what I looked like, dressed only in my jeans with my hands bound behind my back, stumbling along bare foot, in front of my grinning little freckled-face captor. That image stayed with me for the rest of the trip and ever since, come to that.

Downstairs at last, Lukas pushed me towards the basement door, which was strangely closed. Naturally he had to open it, and then inside, closing the door, once more behind us. Then he pointed me over towards the far corner, beyond the area we usually used to a part of the basement where it hadn't really been fitted out. So the floor was still rough concrete and there were exposed beams holding up the ceiling. And there, seated beside one of those columns was Rocco, looking somewhat sorry for himself as well he might. Like me he was shirtless, and shoeless, with his legs stretched out directly in front of him, where his ankles were tied tightly together. His arms were, like mine, behind his back and the beam, and tied just as tightly as I was. Clearly he wasn't going anywhere, and, he knew it.

"Hi Leo!" he said.

We didn't get to talk at that point as Lukas had plenty more to do, telling me to sit down where I was. Immediately I did; he took another length of rope from his pocket (where he got all this rope from I didn't find out until much later) and started to tie my ankles together just as securely as he had my hands. But that was all he did.

"Right I'm going to leave you here while I sort some stuff out, but I'll be back shortly." And with that our little captor turned and left us both.

Alone, I turned my head towards where Rocco was seated and, looking up at him like that, I could clearly see there was a noticeable peak in the front of the thin tracksuit trousers he was wearing, just as there was in my jeans, only the thicker denim kept mine from being so obvious. Well, I hoped it did anyway.

"So," I said, as I struggled to get myself up into a more comfortable sitting position on the hard floor. "What happened to you then?"

"Lukas found me hiding down here." he said, "and told me I was his prisoner and said that I'd agreed to it, so I let him tie me up, and, well here I am. You?"

I told Rocco what had happened to me, asking him when I'd finished what he thought his brother would do next.

"Dunno," he shrugged. "Guess he'll come back in a few minutes and let us go although, if it was me, I'd leave us here for a bit longer, wouldn't you, Leo?"

I had to agree that I would but wasn't so sure that letting us go was what Lukas had had in mind as he'd clearly put some thought into what he was doing, given that he had all the ropes and stuff all ready before he caught us, which meant he'd probably planned it all out long before hand. Not that I got to say most of this for I was only half way through it when Leo reappeared carrying a couple of handkerchiefs.

"I forgot to tell you," he said coming towards us, "Prisoners aren't allowed to talk. Which one do you want Leo, red or blue?"

"Blue!" I replied watching as he then rolled the blue handkerchief into a loose, wide bandage and stood behind me.

"Open wide!" he instructed, and when I did – not so much in answer to his instruction but to ask my own question – he flipped the cloth over my head, and into my mouth where it lodged between my teeth. In reflex I clamped my teeth down on it, not realising that was just what he wanted, as it allowed him to tie it tightly behind my head, and I was gagged.

Lukas and his brother watched me attempt to push the gag out with my tongue but, of course, it didn't work, and then it was Rocco's turn to have the same thing done to him this time with the red handkerchief.

"Okay, that will keep you both quiet, but I don't want you running around the house getting into trouble do we, so, Leo, turn onto your side so I can check your hands are okay." He didn't wait for me to do what he said, but with a shove pushed me onto my side.

"They seem fine." He announced while, unseen by me, pulling another rope from his pocket and then, taking hold of my ankles, he pulled my feet up behind my back and passed a loop of rope around both my wrists and my ankles. I still didn't really realise what he was doing but Rocco must have spotted it straight away as he'd seen the comic book boys tied into hogties. Mind you, I was too busy contending with the shock of having the rope yanked hard, so that my bound feet came close up to my bum, and my tied hands, before Lukas tied them off. By the time he'd finished tying the knots – out of my reach naturally – I couldn't move a muscle.

"There, that's better. See you two later." He smiled, "Have fun now."

The door to the basement shut behind Lukas and we were once more trapped down there on our own. For a few moments we both tried to struggle but it was impossible. I couldn't move, Rocco couldn't move, and we couldn't even talk to each other. What made it even worse, for me anyway, was that I was lying on my stomach, and on my erection which, of course, I couldn't get anywhere near.

Chapter Four
The Aftermath

"Shame my Uncle came home, wasn't it, Leo?" Rocco asked the next time we were on our own and had the chance to talk about what had happened.

It was now a day or so later, and we'd got rid of the slight aches we'd both had for being tied up by Rocco's little brother. Not that, as it turned out, we were actually tied up for all that long, as not more than half an hour after Lukas had got us both stashed away down in the basement, their Uncle had returned and he'd been forced to release us before we were found and he had some explaining to do. It was, as Rocco had just expressed a little disappointing as I, for one, had started to get used to being tied up tight and gagged and was enjoying the sensations of helplessness that this had caused. Of course, I hadn't said anything at the time, or since, and just like Rocco had threatened to do all sorts of unspeakable things to Lukas if we were ever to get him alone, in revenge. We weren't going to, but the eleven-year-old didn't know that, and since that day he'd kept his distance, making it ever so easy for Rocco and me to sneak back out to the discarded scout hut hideout, and back to our regular games.

"Yeah," I finally admitted to my best mate sitting across from me on a chair that didn't match the one I was one, but in clothes that certainly did. His bare knees glinting in the week sunshine that shone through the mostly boarded up windows. "Who knows what would have happened if we'd been left down there, eh!" I laughed. Nodding towards the comics that were laid out on the table beside us.

Rocco laughed back, "Yeah, right, I can't see Lukas doing nothing like that to us, can you!"

I peered at the picture the comic was open too, even though I didn't really need to as I knew what it depicted already, with one of the captured cub scouts, tied up, bent over the back of a chair with his little bare, pale bottom up in the air, while one of the captors gets ready to shove an over sized prick up his arse.

"Shit! My bum aches just looking at that." I said, even though 'ache' wasn't the exact way my bottom was feeling at that moment, just the nearest word I would admit to. Not that Rocco had the same nervousness.

"You never had anything up your bum then?"

"No!" I responded a little too forcefully, as any good little boy probably should do.

"Really, it feels sort of good after the first minute or so."

"I…" I said, until the obvious conclusion from what he'd said came to me, "You've done it? Put something up your bum, I mean?"

"Yeah, when I was a little kid." He shrugged.

"Well, you look like a little kid now." I responded thinking that would lighten the mood, but it didn't. Not really and it didn't prevent Rocco from spotting that I had my hand in the pocket of my little cub shorts and was adjusting my erection.

"You can get it out if you want. Ain't no on going to see it, here, and it ain't like we've never seen each other naked before, is it?"

That wasn't entirely true, as although, as best friends, we had seen each other naked on many occasions, when we'd changed clothes when sleeping in the same bedroom, that hadn't happened for a while now. Still, Rocco had an answer for that too.

"Plus it says in one of them scout books – you know the one where they all go swimming naked – that little cubs ain't got nothing to be shy about, and that only the 'big' boys need to wear 'togs' and stuff. Those still in shorts, don't have to be bothered about being naked, unless there's some girls around, and there ain't no girls around here, are there?"

That much was true enough as was the way, while he was talking, Rocco was unzipping the fly of his own shorts and taking out his dick, or 'willy' as we went on to call them while we playing at being cubs. Naturally, I followed his example and took mine out. We were both, of course, rock hard.

For a moment we just sat there, with our erections poking out of our shorts. Then Rocco made the first move, reaching over, he lightly touched the tip of my willy, and an electric shock ran right through my body, centred around my groin. Even without knowing I was doing it, I reached out my hand, and did the same to him.

Slowly Rocco's fingers curled themselves around my willy and I, copying his every movement did the same to his. So that when his hand started to slide up and down my willy, my hand did the same to his. Neither of us said anything, even though we did have to stop what we were doing a couple of times so that we could get more comfortable and we ended up sitting right next to each other. And that's how we stayed until Rocco did something I'd only ever heard about before.

We were now sitting, not so much next to each other as opposite, and Rocco no longer had just one hand on my body but two. One was still wrapped around my willy, while the other was down, between my legs and gently stroking my bare thighs in turn. I found that I couldn't do this back to him as (a) I couldn't reach and (b) it just felt too wonderful to think about doing anything but sitting there and enjoying it. I even closed my eyes so I could enjoy it more, and that's when he did it.

Suddenly, without warning, Rocco removed his hand from my willy, but I wasn't left alone for long, as a few seconds later I felt something warm and wet down there. Opening my eyes, I was somewhat shocked to find that Rocco had replaced his hand with his mouth, just like the boys in the earlier comic books had been forced to do. It was, without doubt, the most fantastic thing I had ever felt up until that moment.

Slowly his mouth opened wider and wider to allow more than the tip of my willy to pass through his lips. Then more and more of my shaft disappeared until his lips were pressed down around the fly of my shorts and all of my willy was inside his mouth.

My entire body shuddered, as Rocco's hands, both of them, slide up and down the full length of my thighs, occasionally burrowing their way under the hem of my shorts to poke at my balls, before slipping back out again. And that was pretty much all it took. My body went into spasm as I came directly into his mouth.

"Wow, you must have really needed that," Rocco said a few minutes later when he'd washed his mouth out with some of the pop we kept at the hide out. "Guess you've not done that before."

"No! Have you?"

"Yeah, a couple of times." A faint blush rose from his neck as he spoke, and he changed the subject, "Guess we should be getting back, now eh!"

"Yeah!" I said, somewhat disappointed, but fairly sure, that I wouldn't be the last time my willy was in Rocco's mouth.

Chapter Five
Mummy's Day

The day after Rocco sucked me off for the first time I was stuck at home, with Lukas and his mate Ant Southerland. I didn't want to be there, of course, as I wanted to tell Rocco about this great plan I'd had to tie someone up. The idea having come from the cheesy movie he and I had watched the night before. Not that it was the greatest movie in the world but it had featured an allegedly 'funny' part where the two hero kids had convinced their slightly bullying older cousin to go to a fancy dress party as an Egyptian mummy, and had wrapped him in this grey tape from head to foot but then, just left him there, like Lukas had done to us. I'd even found a roll of the same sort of tape in his Uncle's workshop and was going to suggest that we did it to each other, just to see what it was like, but, then, Rocco went and agreed to go on some errand with his Uncle. Well, we were both asked but I was so pissed off to have my plan ruined that I said no, so got stuck looking after the two eleven-year-olds who didn't want to go either.

Of course, Lukas thought he was too old to have a babysitter, especially in front of his mate, but that just suited me fine as I didn't want to get stuck with them neither, so instead, I left them downstairs and went up to my room with every intention of putting the rolls of duct tape back where I'd found them for another day, only I couldn't resist trying it out first, could I?

I started at what seemed to be the logical place, with my ankles wrapping the tape around my jeans, up to my knees which felt okay. Actually, it felt better than okay, it felt great. The tape was surprisingly strong, meaning that it would easy hold whoever got wrapped in it but, just to test it further, I hopped around my room to see if that would make it looser. It didn't, but what it did do was attract the attention of my best mate's little brother.

"What are you doing, Leo?" Lukas asked, standing in the doorway with his mate, Ant, both of them looking at me in a very strange way.

I told the two boys about the movie – Uncle had said Lukas was to young to see – and was just seeing if it could really be done. That was all.

"Can we help?" Ant, suddenly offered.

"Help with what?" I asked.

"Wrapping you up." He said, peering out, like he always did, from under an impossibly long bright blond fringe that was always getting in his eyes, "If we helped you then it would be just like in the movie and you'd really know what it was like, to be like a mummy wouldn't you?"

He had a point, but, naturally I wasn't so sure, given what had happened last time I'd let someone tie me up. There again, that hadn't turned out to be all that bad in the end, so, "why not?" I said.

I put my arms down straight by my sides, and the two boys picked up a roll of duct tape each and started to wrap it around my knees and then up my thighs, while I wriggled around slightly to make sure they were doing it tight enough, which they were. At which point I told them to go all the way up to my shoulders and to make sure they didn't miss anything.

Soon the room was filled only with the sounds of the two boys breathing and of tape being pulled from a roll, as I was slowly mummified all the way up, and it was tight too. My arms were totally trapped by my sides, and my legs were stuck together, to that it was all I could do to remain standing.

"You'd best lie down," suggest Ant when he spotted this and between them they helped me over to my bed and lay me down on it.

"There," Lukas said when I was more comfortable, "Is it just like in the movie?"

"Yeah." I said.

"They didn't do anything else then?"

"Like what?"

"Well, if it was like you are now, then what's to stop you just shouting out and getting someone else to let you go."

"There's no one else here?"

"Yeah, I know but in the movie you said there was a party going on in the house wasn't there?"

"There was, yeah. The fancy dress party the teenager thought he was going to."

Lukas nodded, "SO how come that teenager didn't shout out to his mates for help then."

"Oh, they gagged him." I said, instantly regretting it when I saw the familiar glint in Lukas' eye.

"So what do you want: Red or blue?" he laughed.

"Neither, they didn't do it like that; they taped a sock in his mouth." It was a stupid thing to say, but seemed like a good idea, until I'd actually said it but, given the story I'd already told there was little I could actually say to stop, Lukas from going to my sock drawer, pulling out one of my favourite socks, balling it up and then telling me to open wide. Then, as he took obvious pleasure in stuffing the sock deep in my mouth, Ant stood by with the tape, ready, willing and able to tape up my mouth, and most of my head as well.

"Okay, we're going to watch TV." Lukas said, and he and Ant left me there.

I was stuck, of course, and couldn't shout out, even if I wanted to, which I didn't, and couldn't even move anymore than my head, and to twiddle my toes. Still, I thought it was my duty to at least try to escape, so I tried to do something.

It wasn't much but I was soon able to get a bit of a squirming thing going on, and this sort of worked. I then figured that if I could make my way to the end of the bed and get my legs down to the ground I would be able to stand up. Now, of course, I know that would never work, but back then I didn't know any different and actually thought I was going to be able to do it, right up to the point I rolled right of the bed and landed with a thump on the floor.

The noise of my landing, hard, brought the two boys back to my bedroom, and, eventually, after quite a bit of teasing, they let me go, but it was something that I always wanted to try again, but never got the chance, at least with the Angelo brothers, or their mates. So ended up doing it on my own, a couple of years later. But that, as you know, is another story.

Chapter Six
Cub Dares

"I dare you to go to the corner shop and get us some more pop!" Rocco issued the dare, a few days after the mummification incident, which he never did find out about. Anyway, we were back in the hideout, dressed as cubs, it was hot and we'd run out of drinks which prompted the dare.

"What if someone sees me?" I asked, reasonably.

"Like who? There's no one around here for miles."

"There's the woman in the shop!"

"Yeah right!" he scoffed, "she's half potty so no one is going to believe her, even if she does realise it's you and not some little kid, new to town."

That was true enough but the entire idea was still dodgy as, we'd always vowed that we'd never let anyone see either of dressed up like little kids. But Rocco had an answer for that too.

"Tell you what, if you do it, then I'll let you tie me up like the boys in the comics and I'll suck your willy again, while I'm tied up. How's that?"

That was fine with me. Thinking about the tied up cubs always gave me an erection, and the thought of having Rocco tied up like that, not to mention having him suck on my willy again, was more than I could even dream about. It sounded like I couldn't lose. My willy was already starting to stiffen inside my shorts.

The trip to the local shop passed without incident. It felt like the weirdest thing to be out in public with nearly all my legs on display and part of me, sort of, wanted people to actually see me like that with my neat little shorts, and pulled up socks, two coloured scarves held with a woggle, and cap pulled down on my head, to hide my longish hair and face. But, thankfully they didn't. Heck, the woman in the shop didn't even bat an eyelid when I walked in, and served me, like she saw fourteen-year-olds in cub scout uniforms every day. All in all, it was all rather disappointing. Which can't be said for the reaction I got, when I returned to the hideout.

Rocco sat where I'd left him only now he had several pieces of cotton clothesline in his hands. "You can use these to tie me up," he said.

I looked at the rope and instantly recognised them. "Aren't those the ones Lukas used on us?"

"Yeah, they are." He confirmed.

"So how did you get them then?" I asked before the penny dropped, about just how good Lukas was at tying knots, "Hey, you and him have tied each other up before haven't you?"

"Yeah, sometimes," he blushed, "But don't let on to Lukas that you know cos it's meant to be a secret, okay?"

"Sure!" I shrugged, having my own secrets, and turned the subject back onto what we were meant to be doing, "Okay, turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Rocco did as he was told and I took one of the shorter pieces of rope and began to tie his wrist together. "Not too tight is it?" I asked.

"No it's okay. It's got to be tight or else I might get loose," he replied, but already I knew he wouldn't be trying to get free any time soon. No more than I would have had the situation been reversed.

Anyway, just to be sure I did a couple more turns around his wrists and then had him sit down on the floor and tied his ankles together in the same way I did his hands before taking a look at one of the comics for the right way to do the next bit.

Rolling Rocco onto his stomach – he was on a rug so it wasn't too rough for him – I did to him what he'd watch Lukas do to me in the basement, and pulled his ankles up to his bum, and tied them to his hands, hog tying him. He was now hopelessly tied up, just like one of the cubs in the comic and, what's more, I was going to get to do, what the captors in the magazine got to do. Sitting down on the floor, by his head, I spread my legs and scooted forwards until my knees were on either side of his head, then, when my groin was directly next to his head and face, I unzipped myself and took out my hard willy.

"Open wide!" I teased him waving my willy at him.

Instantly, Rocco stopped struggling against the ropes that hold him, and opened his mouth, to take my rigid willy all the way inside his mouth in one go. Then, if that wasn't enough, his warm moist tongue started to run up and down the bottom of my organ, producing sensations that I'd never, ever, felt before. Sensations that sent shivers all over my body. It was more than I could take, but I was determined to hold on, this time, for as long as possible.

Falling backwards on the ground, moaning and groaning, I held onto Rocco's head for all I was worth, as if there was a way he could remove himself from my groin which, of course he didn't.

It felt like my willy was connected directly to my brain, and I realised that I was both in heaven and that I didn't want it to ever, ever stop. My entire being was centred on what Rocco was doing between my legs. I felt myself spasming, with my entire body in a way that I'd never done before until it felt like I was peeing out my very soul through my willy and into Rocco's mouth. And, spent, I finally collapsed completely on the floor. Exhausted.

Chapter Seven
Tied at Games

Leo watched as his mate frantically struggled against the ropes that held him. Rocco, with his hands tied above his head, kicked out in an attempt to keep Lukas at bay, as the younger boy tried to get closer to do something that was causing him to smirk all over his small freckled face. Watching from the centre of the garden, Leo felt his body respond, and tried to ignore it.

The three boys had been playing going to play in the hideout when Lukas had suddenly appeared and attempted to tag along. Naturally the two older boys didn't want him there, so Rocco had come up with a simple challenge that, he'd hoped, would scare the eleven-year-old away.

"You can come with us," Rocco had said, pointing to the hoop fixed to the front of the garage, "But only if you can score three baskets."

"Yeah right," Lukas had scoffed, "I'll just follow you anyway."

That was the point where Rocco had winked at Leo: "No you won't, Lukas, cos if you lose then I'm going to tie you up so you can't follow us."

"That's not fair!" the smaller boy had responded, "If I win then I should tie you up, and leave you behind while me and Leo go off and play."

"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Rocco shrugged, and picking up the ball tossed it to his little brother.

For a moment nothing much happened, but then, Lukas walked over to the spot in front of the hoop and prepared to take a shot. Now, at that moment I was wondering just how Rocco was going to tie Lukas up and then, if he would tie me up the same way. Never for one moment did I ever think Leo would make even one of those shots, let alone all three, as it was something even Rocco and I couldn't do. So you can imagine our surprise when he did just that. Looping the ball up and through the hoop without apparently any trouble at all. In fact I think Lukas was more surprised than any of us, judging by the look on his face when the ball swished through the net for the third time.

"I win!" he said, rather subdued at first but then getting more excited. "I win, I win! And Rocky gets to be all tied up."

"Well I made the bet." Rocco smiled, before telling me to go and get some rope, which of course I could do, easily.

When I brought the rope back Rocco took it from me, and looped them over a nearby tree branch, and then told me to tie his hands above his head.. Lukas, of course, watched while I did this, and, no doubt, was thinking of all the things he could do to his big brother once he was helpless. So he bided his time until I was out of the way, and only then did he come forward. However that was just when Rocco started to kick out, and struggle for real against the ropes I'd tied him into.

Of course, the reason Rocco had got me to tie him up rather than have Lukas do it was because he knew I wasn't very good at knots, and although his struggling looked pretty wild, what he was actually doing was stretching the slip knots I'd done until he could get one of his hands free. From there, of course, it was a simple matter to get his other hand loose and he was free and a second later he was gone, running out of the garden and away, no doubt towards the hideout. I was about to follow when Lukas spoke up.

"Hey Leo, you owe me!"

"How's that?" I replied.

"Cos you didn't tie Rocky up very well, that's why?"

"Sorry. I'm not very good with knots." I said, honestly, although it probably sounded like an excuse so I added, "Sorry, Rocky, didn't complete the bet."

"Yeah, he's always chickening out of stuff like that." Lukas said, not knowing just how wrong he was about his brother but it did give me an idea. All the time I'd been watching Rocco struggled I'd wondered what it would have been like to have swapped places with him, and now I had the chance. So, carefully, I put my idea to Lukas.

"You mean, you'd let me tie you up instead?" he said, the freckles once more lighting up his face.

"Yeah, why not?" I shrugged, "It only seems fair."

Lukas agreed that it was, and then asked me for my shoes. I asked why, and he said it was so I wouldn't run away, like Rocco had, which, at the time seemed logical enough. So I did as he asked and gave him my trainers and socks which he then hid somewhere.

"Okay," he then said, "You pick up the rope and tie it around each of your wrists."

"But I'm no good with knots, you saw that." I protested.

"Don't worry, I am. I'll tell you what to do."

So, under instruction from the younger boy, I bound each of my wrists with the rope. I had to do this several times until Lukas was happy with the knots I'd made but, when he was done, he then told me to toss the ends of the rope over a branch a little higher than the one Rocco had used. Naturally, when I'd done that, the loose ends of the two ropes dangled back down from the branch, right beside me, so Lukas told me to move them over to each side and to leave them resting on the trees that were there, so they wouldn't get in the way.

Doing as I was directed I felt a strange race in my heard as I followed the orders of the younger, and smaller boy. And it wasn't easy either as the ground was covered with many sharp sticks and stones that weren't too kind to my bare feet which made the journeys to either side take a lot longer than they would have had I been able to just walk.

"Great!" Lukas said when I was back in the centre. "Now you stand there for a minute."

I watched as Lukas went over to one of the ropes. At this stage I could have got out of it, just by pulling my arms down but, I didn't and not just because I didn't want to walk home bare foot but more so that I actually wanted to be tied up. Not that the option was going to stay there for long, for while I was thinking Lukas was already pulling on the first rope, and my arm moved up above my head, and out, until it was fully stretched. Then he tied it off and did the same with the other rope, until, for the first time, I found myself helplessly strung up.

Instinctively, I pulled at the ropes, holding me, but I could no longer had any leverage now they were tied to opposing tree and a feeling of helplessness sent a surge of panic through me, and I started to struggle, especially when I felt myself start to harden inside my trousers.

Lukas stood back watching me struggle, no doubt enjoying the new found power that he now had over an older boy for the first time. His hands were on his hips, a smug smile on his freckled face. He, of course, noticed the bulge in my trousers and he looked brazenly at it making me feel even more subconscious about it, as any time I'd previously hardened up in front of someone other than Rocco, I'd always been able to turn away, or sit down, or put my hands in my pockets or something but now, of course. I couldn't. So there was nothing I could do to stop my best mate's little brother from knowing, beyond a doubt, that I was turned on.

"Are you ticklish, Leo?" Lukas suddenly said. But he didn't wait for an answer, instead he just reached over to my ribs and started to tickle. Now normally I wasn't overly ticklish but, exposed the way I was, with my arms up over my head, and my body all stretched out, it seemed I was. So I had no option but to try and kick Lukas away, which, unfortunately, gave him an idea.

Nearby was a loose, dead but still strong branch about five feet [1½ m] long and Lukas brought it over and lay it down by my feet before returning to where he'd left my trainers and taking the laces from them. Then, he tied one of the laces to each end of the branch before telling me to spread my legs, wide apart.

Somehow I was compelled to do as I was told so I spread my legs apart and tied the laces around my ankles so my feet would stay that way and, I realised a little too late, also making my erection all the move noticeable.

Once more Lukas then stood back and admired the work he'd done in making me totally helpless. No amount of my struggling was ever going to get me free without someone else's help, and we both knew that. Of course, I could have shouted for help but (a) there was no one anywhere nearby and (b) even if there had been then I wouldn't have wanted them to see me all tied up with a stiff in my trousers, from being tied up, now would I? The only question was, what was Lukas going to do next? Not that he seemed in too much of a hurry to move on.

For several minutes nothing was said, and, in the end I couldn't take it anymore so I asked: "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, now that you can't kick," Lukas said slowly, his eyes still staring at my groin, "I think I'll tickle you to death."

Moving suddenly from where he'd been facing me to a position behind my back, he did just that. Instantly I started laughing, and wiggling uncontrollably, but, of course I couldn't wiggle away, yet Lukas still wrapped his arms around me as if he was holding me in place. His fingers working their way across my stomach, feeling me twist and wiggle as I pleaded for him to stop. And he did, eventually, but only so he could move his hands lower, over my groin.

I was breathless and yet I still managed to catch what little remaining breath I had left as Lukas' hand lightly brushed across the lump in my trousers. Lukas must have taken that as a sign I wasn't going to protest what he was doing, for then he pressed down hard, until I let out something that sounded like a cross between a squeal and a whimper.

"Seems I hit a nerve!" he laughed, withdrawing his hand and coming back around in front of me. Clearly he was enjoying this every bit as much as I was, if not a little bit more. "Guess I should have a look at that 'nerve' now shouldn't I?"

"No!" I cried out, as it was one thing for someone my own age to see me naked but not someone three years younger, that just wasn't right, but even as I struggled against the ropes, Lukas was already reaching for my waistband, and undoing my trousers, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Soon I felt my jeans being opened and knew that my excitement would be tenting out my boxer shorts like anything, and the only good thing was that I wasn't wearing the cub shorts under my jeans like Rocco and I had done on occasion. Not that I thought about that for long, as soon my boxers weren't being tented anymore, as I wasn't wearing them and I was totally exposed.

Lukas tugged my jeans and underwear down as far as he could, which wasn't all that far given that my legs were spread open, and, without further ado, took hold of my excitement.

I said nothing. I couldn't. I dare not even look at what was happening. I could feel myself pulsing and wanted Lukas to touch it, yet at the same time, hoped he wouldn't. But Lukas did. His fingers, tentatively tracing the outside of my shaft, as he appeared to be measuring me, no doubt mentally comparing me to his own, tucked up inside his trousers.

"Don't stop!" I groaned, unable to help myself which was a surprise as I wouldn't normally have admitted that I wanked to anyone, not even Rocco, let alone his kid brother. But now I had, Lukas, knew just how much control he now had, and he was going to use it. Or not as the case may be.

Resting his hands on his hips Lukas took a step back from me, and stared. I started to struggle, more from frustration than anything else, but I knew what he was thinking. Looking at me like that, all tied up with my trousers and underwear pulled down, to expose my throbbing excitement. He thought that I was enjoying it, and I was. Lukas could use that to his advantage.

"Do you want me to play with you some more?" he asked.

"Please!" I said, "Let me go!"

"Nope, ain't going to happen, but if you agree to letting me tie you up again tomorrow, then I'll do what you want for you."

Well, it wasn't the worst thing that I could think of happening so, I agreed, although naturally I took my time about telling him that, so it would look like I had to think about it for a bit. Which I didn't. Not really. As far as I could see it was a win-win situation.

"Okay, then it's a deal then?" He asked, "And you can't get out of it, even if you want to, can you."

"No. I wouldn't do that." I said, meaning it.

"Okay then, it's settled. Now ask me to do what you want. Beg me!"

That surprised me but before I could say anything his fingers were once more playing with my excitement. Not stroking it now, but sort of batting it around between his hands from one side to the other as I started to twist once more in my bonds.

Still not getting the response he wanted, Lukas then went one stage further with what he was doing, and flicked at me, with his fingers.

"Ow!" I yelped, "That hurt!"

"OH really!" Lukas laughed, "But I thought you didn't want me to stop what I was doing?" And he did it again.

"Ow!" I twisted away, but, of course didn't get very far.

"So tell me what I want to hear." He demanded, his fingers curled back to flick me for a third time. "What do you want me to do?"

"Let me down!" I lied.

His face flushed at that, lighting up all his freckles and he flicked me again. "Wrong answer!"

"Ow!" I recoiled so much from that one, that Lukas made a successful grab for my erection but, this time, instead of snapping it, he held it, tight in his hand, and waited.

I could feel myself seem to stiffen even more, even though I figured this was actually impossible, as Lukas clenched my shaft. The smaller boy even giggled slightly, as I succumbed to his touch. Then he released his grip, and ran his fingers over my swollen shaft until I was arching my back, as much as I could, in his direction. Then he stopped.

"So are you ready to tell me what you want me to do?" he asked once more.

Now it was my turn for my face to flush – although I don't have any freckles so it wouldn't have been so dramatic – with frustration. I could hardly believe my best mate's little brother was putting me through this, but, there was no way I could stop what I had, after all, started in the first place. "Please play with me." I said.

"Again," Lukas taunted, "Say it again, like you mean it!"

"Please," I begged, "Please play with me."

Lukas looked smug as he grabbed hold of me and squeezed, until I groaned.

"Please!" I repeated in a gasping breath.

His hand tightened, clenching my throbbing boy toy, as he no doubt felt me twitch that one time too many, that signalled the onset of my orgasm which must have taken him by surprise as he jumped back, alarmed, as liquid shot from the end of me and out onto his hand. Meanwhile, it was all I could do to hold onto the ropes I was tied with, as the orgasm ragged through my body, and out onto the rough garden floor.

"Yuck!" Lukas wiped his hand on my jeans before stepping back to once more just look at me hanging there all spent and empty.

"That was fun!" he said a few minutes later. "I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow!"

Chapter Eight
Solo Games

I couldn't go back home when I finally got free from Lukas' trap so went, instead, to the hideout which, after all, was the place I'd been meaning to go in the first place. The only thing on my mind was what was going to happen and if I should turn up? Okay, so the last point didn't really suggest itself to me as, even while I was massaging the rope burns around my wrists I knew I would go back the following day for more of the same. At least I assumed it would be more of the same, or would Lukas have something else up his sleeves. The look on his freckled face, as he'd left me there, suggested that he probably did. But what?

By the time I got to the hideout I was sporting another erection in my jeans, and couldn't resist giving it a few strokes when I eventually took down my trousers, so I could change into a cub scout. That, by now, was an unwritten rule of the hideout that whenever me and Rocco were there, that we'd put on our uniforms and follow the rules laid down in the various scout books we'd found. The official scout books, that is, not the 'special' ones, obviously.

Anyway, it was while I was changing that I had the idea that I could use the scout books to help me, should I get stuck like I had been with Lukas, as several of them contained sections on knots. So, I thought, if I studied them, then I might be able to work out what Lukas had in mind, and be more prepared for it. So that's what I did, trying to find out everything I could about knots, just like a little cub scout working for his badge.

The taut-line hitch soon made itself known as probably the best knot for what Lukas had done to me as it could be looped around my wrists, and it would hold without getting tighter, but, could still be tightened, or loosen, if someone worked on it. Naturally, in the process of discovering this, I'd inadvertently made some attempts at trying the knots out. On myself and that, of course, gave me ideas.

The headquarters by this time was fairly well populated as far as furniture went. None of it was great but we had managed to get together, a few chairs, a mattress, even with sheets, a table, two more chairs to go with it and some other bits and pieces and, as both Rocco and I had commented before, it sort of looked like the place where a kidnapped kid would be held hostage. In fact, it did look just like the ones in the comics we'd found. So it wasn't really that much of a leap from trying out knots on myself, to thinking about myself as a kidnapped little cub scout. So that's what I did.

I decided to start simply. Well, I didn't so much as decide that, but not know any different. Anyway, sitting down on the floor I tied my ankles together with a length of rope, that I made sure was over the tops of my long grey socks so it wouldn't be able to cut into my actually skin. Next came a spare scout kerchief – Rocco's – which I rolled into a rope, before putting the middle in my mouth and then knotting the ends around the back of my head. Now came the tricky part. Tying my hands.

Using another length of rope that had been stored in the scout hut, I followed the instructions in one of the cub books, tying the ends together, so it was formed into a sort of two sided coil. Then, by placing that on the floor behind my back, I was able to thread each of my hands through one of the sides of the coil, and then, with a little tug, the ropes tightened on my wrists and I was tied up.

Being in self-bondage for the first time was a strange experience for me as it was, at the same time, both exciting to be tied up, but disappointing, that there was no real sense of danger about it as, I knew that all it would take is another tug with my wrists and my hands would be free again. There was also further disappointment that the sort of gag I'd see so many times on TV and in films really wasn't very good at all. Sure, I couldn't really talk, but I was able to make more than enough noise to attract attention, if that had been my intent. Plus I could still move around. If I had been kidnapped, then the kidnapper would hardly want me able to move around the floor and, possibly, find something with which I could untie myself. No, something had to change.

I found myself looking at the soft cushioned chairs that we'd put up in our 'lounge' area. One of these had wooden arms that rose up from the cushioning, and were part of the legs, which gave me an idea to copy something else I'd seen in one of the books. Fetching some more rope, some more scarves – why there quite so many had never really occurred to me – and got to work.

Following the similar pat of action as I had last time, I started with my ankles. Not tying them together this time, but using two separate ropes to tie each ankle to the front legs of the chair, while I was sitting in it, of course. Next I took up two scout scarves and rolled them both up together to form one large gag, but before I put that in my mouth, I got another one and rolled that up as small as I could, and put it in my mouth, only then did I then gag myself with the double thickness strip of cloth, making sure that I pushed it right in so it was between my teeth, and my tongue was held flat to the bottom of my mouth. That, I found, worked perfectly. Now for my hands and something different.

Rope clearly wouldn't work for what I had in mind this time, so instead I used a couple of the scout belts that had been in the box. The shorts I was wearing – and those Rocco used to – were so tight that we didn't need anything to keep them up, so these had been spare and it wasn't until now that I'd found a use for them. First I buckled one around the right hand armrest with just about enough room for me to get my arm under it, and then I did the same to the left armrest, only with my left arm already in place. When that buckle was closed my left hand was stuck, but it took me a few minutes before I could work my right hand between the other belt and the chair's armrest. Only when that was finally done, did I consider myself tied up.

For a few minutes I sat back in the chair and savoured what I'd done. The chair wasn't uncomfortable, so it didn't feel all that strange to be sitting there like that, other than for having the air blowing around my legs, and having the sensation of the chair seat pressing into the backs of my thighs and knees. The gag worked perfectly too, when I attempted to make a sound it came out so muffled, that I attempted yelling and shouting but, even that was barely audible to me, let alone anyone who happened to be outside. I even attempted to push the packing out of my mouth with my tongue but that clearly wasn't going to happen. However, despite all these successes I still wasn't satisfied as I could move the main part of my body about on the chair which meant I could still get myself free easily just by bending over, and pulling the gag out with my hand. That though, I could easily fix.

After freeing my hands, I edged the chair across to the table, and took up a longer length of rope and threaded this around the back of the chair and up under my arms, across my stomach. This I then pulled tight before knotting it so that there would be no way I could move forward on the chair. But the rope wasn't yet finished as I was then able to take it around the back once more and this time brought the two ends up over my shoulders, crossed them in the centre of my chest – I got my scarf a little caught up in this too but that didn't matter – and then tied it off to the original part of the rope going around my waist. This left me in a sort of rope seat belt, which made sure I wouldn't be able to free my hands with my mouth, or vice-versa. Then I put my hands back inside the belts and tried out my new variation on the theme.

It worked. In fact it worked perfectly. Well, it did as long as I didn't pull my hands back to much as then they'd come free but other than that it was perfect. How did I know? Well that was simply because I came just from sitting in that chair and pretending I was a tied up little cub being held by unknown and unseen kidnappers.

My orgasm came as something as a shock, although it probably shouldn't have done as I'd been hard all the time I'd been planning it and, whilst I was carrying it out. Yet, I'd thought I would have had to at least touch myself, even though the cub shorts, before I'd have come but as it happened that wasn't the case at all. Just sitting there did for me in the end. One minute I was play struggling against my bonds and the next, I was still sitting there, not moving, but with very, very, sticky shorts.

Chapter Nine
Game Plus One

I arrived early at the spot where Lukas had tied me up for the first time, and decided that I would help out by setting up all the ropes – which I'd brought with me – for him, so we wouldn't waste time once he arrived. So I laid them out one each for my arms and legs. This time the ankles ropes would be secured to the bottom of nearby trees rather than to some piece of loose branch that was hanging around. My hands though, were to be fastened in the same way, from ropes that were looped over a high branch, but with the taunt-line hitches where I was sure even a little kid like Lukas would be able to reach them. The irony that I was setting myself up to be held immobile wasn't lost on me, but then nor was the fact that I had an erection either.

Lukas arrived just as I was finishing up – well checking everything for the umpteenth time – wearing pretty much what he had been the day before and still with that great big, wide grin on his face. "Hi Leo!" he said, looking up and down and what I'd done, "I see you've got everything ready then?"

"Yes!" I said, simply not sure of what else to say, given that the look on the younger boy's face was saying more than enough for me, so I covered it by going into great detail as to what I'd done, and how it all worked which seemed to break the ice a little. Or, at least, I thought so, anyway.

"Yeah that all makes sense," Lukas eventually said, "Let's get started. Take your shirt off."

This wasn't a surprise given what had happened last time and I was feeling rather hot, in my loose, cotton shirt, so I took it off.

"And your shoes, so the prisoner can't run away."

The reason wasn't really needed as I got it, and was already ready toeing off my trainers before he said it. However, I wasn't really ready for the next instruction.

"And your jeans too."

I was slower to respond to this, certainly more so than taking my shirt off, as at fourteen I had quite a solid body, and a great torso, so would often take my shirt off, but my legs were another thing altogether and they rarely got any air, except when I was playing at being a cub of course, but that was something else completely. There was something else too. The erection that was under the damning wet spot in the front of my boxer shorts, yet, there looked like there was to be no way around it, and anyway, Lukas had more than seen it last time. Still that didn't stop me from blushing as I pushed down my jeans and stepped out of them. In fact I was so self-conscious that I then folded up both my shirt and jeans, in a way that would have made my mother so proud, at least under other circumstances.

Meanwhile, Lukas picked up the end of one of the ropes I'd prepared and slipped it over my wrist, adjusting the loop until it was tight. Then he did the same with the other hand, and then down with my ankles, waiting until I was tied up – albeit loosely – before he took another look at me in such a way as to make me blush even more. The ropes weren't all that tight yet, and I could still move around a little, just not enough to cover anything up, especially the large lump that was waving around in the front of my boxers. Then, Lukas started to adjust the ropes.

As the ropes were tightened to remove the slack a sense of fear finally surfaced in my head. The feeling of helplessness was now constant, so much so than it had been when I'd tied myself up. I was no longer pulling against the ropes but they were now pulling against me. I even groaned a little as the cords pulled my arms up higher and my legs wider until I was left more or less unable to move and totally vulnerable.

"You look great like that, but there's something I think you need." Lukas said, grabbing up one of my trainers and disappearing for a second.

Naturally I listened to the sounds of his rather heavy footfalls as he went from my sight, and especially to the sounds of water being splashed about and then the sounds of his returned, not directly to me, but around the side. Clearly he was going to try and surprise me from behind, which is just what he did. Pouring water from my trainer directly down my back.

"Whoa! That's cold!" I complained, but Lukas just laughed at me.

"You needed cooling down," he said, before pointing down at my bulging front, "Although more so there than anywhere else." He reached out and taking the waistband of my boxers, pulled it away from my waist so he could look down at my erection which, sprung up to greet him. Then he let go, and the elastic snapped back, right on the crown of my willy.

"Ow-ch!" I yelped and was about to say something else, when I thought I heard footsteps coming towards us. "Quick, untie me. Someone's coming!" I yelled.

"Nonsense!" replied Lukas as calm as you like, "You know no one comes down here but us and Rocky, and he's gone off some place so he ain't going to be bothering us."

"Other than me, that is!"

We both looked towards the new voice but while I was shocked to see the newcomer, Lukas clearly wasn't, and then why would he be, as it was his mate Ant Southerland, who he'd clearly invited over to see me all tied up and trapped.

"Told you!" my mates little brother said to his mate, whilst pointing at me, as if Ant could have possibly not seen me all strung up there in my underwear.

For a moment Ant just stared at me from under his pudding bowl of bright blond hair. Then, he smiled and just said: "Wow!"

"Here he is, Leo Hopkins, just like I said, all tied up, and we can do anything we want!" Lukas explained, his finger running across my chest so I would squirm away from him. "Did you bring it?"

Naturally I wonder what this was, but didn't have to wait long as soon Ant was pulling a small camera out of his pocket.

"Hey, no photos!" I commanded but, of course, my authority was completely gone by this stage of the game and Ant took some snaps of my anyway. Making sure to circle all the way around, so that every inch of every part of me was captured on film. But even that wasn't enough.

"Hey, can I take some pictures of his losing his boxers!"

"Course!" Lukas replied.

"But you can't." I protested, and I meant it. I mean, my legs were all spread out, there was no way, they were going to be able to take my under shorts down this time. Last time, had been a struggle but this time would be impossible. Or so I thought anyway. Lukas, however, had thought about that.

"You'd best hold still." He told me, as he took out a pair of scissors from his pocket. "Cos I wouldn't want to cut the wrong thing."

There was no danger of me moving at all for the next few minutes as Lukas slipped a single blade from the scissors under one side of my shorts and cut upwards towards the elastic. I could hear the snap of Ant's camera recording the event but still I remained motionless, as the scissors moved to the other side and then, the remains of my boxer shorts slide down my legs and ended up on the floor right between my legs. Not that anyone was looking at them, although they were looking between my legs.

"I think he likes it." Ant laughed, before making a complete show of taking an entire series of pictures of my erection jutting out from my loins as I hung there, naked in the woods.

"Hey let's see if we can make him go soft!" Lukas said, and a second later I felt a sharp pain as the eleven-year-old twisted my nipple, hard.

Ant laughed as I struggled to get away from the pain: "Nope, that don't work! Seems he likes that too."

"Yeah, you're right but I know something that will soften him up. Wait here."

For a moment Lukas disappeared over to one side, and started hunting around the base of some nearby trees, picking at the long thing saplings that grew there. Eventually he selected one that was perhaps an eighth of an inch [3 mm] in diameter and around three to four foot [90-120 cm] long. This he then proceeded to clean up, removing all the little leaves from it, before he could swish it through the air, and get it to make an ominous whistling sound. Then, without further warning, it slapped it across my bum.

"Ouch!" I yelped even though I'd had a good idea what he was about to do, but that only made the two smaller boys laugh, and that, naturally, spurned Lukas on to hit me some more.

Soon I was dancing around on the ropes I was hanging from, not so much as to save my buttocks from the blows that were coming in its direction but more so to ensure that none of the blows ended up hitting my far more sensitive front. And, of course, while all this was going on, Ant was once more taking photo after photo of me, not that I was too worried about how my dancing willy would look on camera, just that I wasn't all that hurt.

"Shit that's tiring!" Lukas complained when the abuse finally stopped, and he collapsed on the ground.

Once the initial attack had stopped, I soon became aware that it actually hadn't hurt as much as I'd thought while it had been going on. Sure my bum, and the top of my legs and part of my back, stung a little bit, it wasn't a really bad pain and, as the boys were soon to notice, it hadn't done what it had been intended to do for my erection was still there, if anything even stronger than it had been before.

"Blimey!" Ant said, pointing, "I bet Leo must really want to shoot his stuff, don't he?"

"Yeah, probably!" Lukas agreed.

Suddenly a light bulb appeared above the pudding bowl head: "Can I take pictures of that too?"

Lukas jumped up. "Course you can! Just don't stand in front of him when he does it, or it'll go all over you."

I was appalled that they wanted a picture of my coming yet, at the same time I would have loved to have seen one as, I'd never really seen myself cum as my eyes were usually closed at the time but, of course, I wasn't about to ask for a print, any more than I was going to try and stop them from doing it.

Soon, Lukas had his fingers on my swollen shaft and was holding it this way and that, so Ant could get all the pictures he wanted, then he told me to beg to be allowed to come, like I had last time. There was no hesitation at all on my part. "Please make me come."

"Damn he's keen!" Ant whistled through his teeth.

"Course he is, teenagers get like that when they've not had a wank for ages don't they Leo?"

The question took me by surprise, and I wasn't sure what I was meant to answer as, technically I hadn't actually played with myself for some time, but I had come in that time, once at Lukas' hand and the other time from just been tied up. If only that would happen now. If only.

"Maybe we shouldn't wank him then, but make him stay like that, forever!" Laughed Ant, pointing his camera once more at my wet and throbbing member.

"No, not this time," Lukas said firmly and with more authority than I'd ever heard him speak with before, "But I think we'll have to punish him some more, like the naughty little boy that he is."

Ant was confused, and not afraid to appear so: "What's that mean?"

"It means that we get to spank him some more, first. Let's get some more switches."

The two boys didn't take long in selecting the things they were going to hit me with and then returned to where I was, obviously still waiting for them. Then they lined up behind me, and Lukas went first.

SWISH!

"Ouch!" I yelped as the first strike went right across both my buttocks at once, seemingly setting them on fire as it did so.

The younger boys didn't say anything, they just let the switch talk for them, and this time I couldn't say anything either.

SWISH!

Tears appeared in my eyes, for I'd never felt anything like that before. Ever.

From the corner of my wet eye, I saw Lukas lining himself up with my rear, a look of determination in his, as it became clear that his first blow hadn't been nearly as effective as his mate's had been. Something the eleven-year-old, was certain to put right.

SWISH!

"Yowl!" I yelled, but I still had one more to go before the two boys called it a day.

SWISH!

My eyes were blurry and my buttocks were on fire, which was just the result the two little boys wanted, and one, I would later realise was the thing that all bullies look for in their victim before they know they are done. These two, however, had one more thing to do before they let me go and with Ant once more watching through the camera's viewfinder, Lukas set about giving me the release I so desperately wanted by that point. It didn't take long either. No more than a few touches of the lad's hand and my aching, throbbing organ was unloading itself all over the ground, shooting out a great long arch that Ant captured perfectly on camera.

Chapter Ten
One Surprise After Another

The main room of the hideout was strangely empty the next time I visited, which was odd, as I'd had a note from Rocco telling me to be there at a particular time, and not before. Still I was sure Rocco would be up to something, so I just thought I'd wait and see what he had in store for us to do that day. Of course, if I was going to be waiting for any time then I would be needing something to read, so once I'd changed into my cub clothes, I went to the cupboard where we kept the special comic,. And that's where I found Rocco.

My friend was naturally dressed in his matching cub scout uniform, but rather than sitting on a chair he was stretched out across the top of a table and by the looks of it, he wasn't going to be going anywhere in quite some time, for he was literally chained down.

At all four corners of the table, Rocco's limbs dropped a little over the sides and were held to the top part of the table leg by an assortment of chains on his ankles and what looked to me like real handcuffs on his wrists. Naturally my first question was to ask who had done that to him.

"No one." He said calmly, looking at me with a huge smile on his face, "I did it myself."

"How?" I asked

"Easy, all the locks and the handcuffs are self-locking, you just close them and then there's no way to open them again without the keys."

I asked where the keys were.

"Over there on the window sill." He pointed as best he could with his hands trapped as they were.

I went over to where he gestured and sure enough, there was a bunch of keys which only left one question. Why?

"So, it'll be like in the comics," he said, "Come on, do to me what you did last time. I'll be great."

I didn't need to be asked twice and a few seconds I too was on the table, only I was sitting on Rocco's chest with his face looking right up into the expanding groin of my shorts.

"You'll have to take it out, stupid. I can't reach, can I?" Rocco jiggled the chains that held him even though he didn't really need to explain as I was already, undoing my fly and letting my erection out, where it clearly had a better idea of what to do, for it pointed directly at my friend's mouth.

Slowly, the mile wide grin that was Rocco's mouth opened and sucked in just the tip of my willy, while I groaned. His tongue working around and around, slowly teasing me, before rubbing up and down over the crown of my penis, and then, sucking more of my rigid tool inside, all the while working on it as only he could.

For my part, I pressed forward until the entire length of my cub willy had disappeared into the warm and moist mouth of the helpless boy beneath me. At one point I even came close to overbalancing, and had to reach down to the table to stable myself once more, and it was after I'd recovered from that, I had the idea to see if Rocco was enjoying it as much as I was. Reaching behind me, I soon found that his willy, still trapped inside his cub shorts, was every bit as hard as mine was.

Rocco moaned around the willy in his mouth as I rubbed his shorts, although it didn't last long as it was incredibly difficult for me to both keep my balance, and to play with his willy. So, seeing that he couldn't do anything about it, I stopped playing with him, and concentrated instead on what he was doing to me and just in time too.

Feeling myself gathering steam, quickly I braced myself for what was to come as my balls pulled themselves up tight against my scrotum, and that feeling of both wanting to and not wanting to pee started. Only it felt a hell of a lot better than peeing, and Rocco had to suck me even harder than ever as I short a load of creamy teenage cum into his apparently much younger mouth.

Eventually I fell limp against his bound body, and just lay there, breathing heavily for a moment, before I could finally get myself back together enough to realise what we were doing, and a question that came into my mind only then. "Where did you get all this stuff?"

A few minutes later and we were back in the main room, sitting at the table upon which was a small wooden box I hadn't seen before, which contained, locks, chains, handcuffs of various sizes, leather straps, and various other things, not all of which I was sure I knew what they were for, but wasn't going to ask.

"It was hidden under all the comics," Rocco said, "along with some magazines."

"Great more comics!" I said, eager to read more about the helpless cub pack and their kidnappers.

"No, not comics, magazines. With photos."

While I stared open eyed at him Rocco pulled out some of the old and worn magazines with titles like "Cub Packed", "Scouts Serve" and various others. There were all, of course, filled with much the same content as the comics had been, only with real boys – some dressed as Cubs or scouts, or naked – tied up in a variety of positions, and having sex with each other, sometimes while other cubs looked on, or, on occasional, girl guides or brownies, laughed at them.

"I got the idea of what we just did from this one." Rocco said, handing me one of the magazines. Or rather part of a magazine as there was a few pages missing from the front so that the story started, with a cub scout tied up to a table just like Rocco had been but instead of there being just one other cub (me) gathered around him, there was a dozen or so boys of various ages, lining up to take turns at using his body. Some of them, even had their hands tied behind him, as if they too were being forced to put their willies into their companion's mouth, and have a blow job against their will.

"This stuff's great." I said, "I wonder what it's like to be tied up for ages, and not have a chance to get loose."

Rocco laughs: "Feels great!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I was chained to that table for at least an hour before you turned up and I thought my willy was going to burst."

I thought about that for a moment, and got excited by it, knowing just how frustratingly great it felt to be turned on but not being able to do anything about it. Which is why I asked what I did next? "Hey can I try it?"

Chapter Eleven
Cub Jail

Finally the day arrived when I was going to be tied up for as long as we could get away with, before anyone would notice. Several days had passed since I'd asked for it to happen, and in that time Rocco had been studying the various bits and pieces he'd found so he'd know what to do with it all. When the time came. And now it was here.

I arrived at the scout headquarters and changed into my uniform while Rocco got things ready. Of course, I kept peeking while I was dressing and could already make out some of the things he'd laid out on the table ready to use. The handcuffs, were obvious as there the leg irons – basically slightly larger cuffs, with a longer chain between – but there was also a strange set of what looked like belts that were fixed to a central strap, and, a ball in the middle of another, shorter strap. The last item was a gag, as I'd seen it in several of the photos and comics, but the strap thing I didn't know at all.

"Right then, you ready?" Rocco was soon asking me, and although I was nervous about what was going to happen, I was excited too, so I told him to go ahead.

"We'll start with the gag. Open your mouth, really wide."

I did as he asked, but found that as much as I stretched my jaw it was only just enough and Rocco still had to squash the little ball down a little bit before it would slip inside. The fit was likewise tight and I doubted I could have pushed it out, even without the straps that Rocco was now fastening behind my head, but, once that was done, there was no chance I'd ever get it out.

"Not too tight is it?" He asked, "You can still breathe, okay?"

When we were both satisfied that I wasn't going to choke, and had a laugh – well Rocco did anyway – about how little I could talk, he then told me to turn around so he could put the handcuffs on me.

This was the first time I'd worn real handcuffs and the second the metal touched my skin, I shivered a bit. Not that I had that sensation for long, as Rocco made sure that the sleeves of my cub jumper were pulled down far enough to cover my wrists so there wouldn't be any marks left on my wrists when we were finished.

Next came the strange web-like strapped item. The top of these straps was clearly much smaller than all the others, and the reason for that soon became clear as Rocco held it up to my neck and tightened it around the back. He had to loosen my kerchief a little so it would fit tight to my skin, and he adjusted it a couple of times to ensure I could still breathe before he was satisfied. The collar, was wider than the rest of the straps which made it difficult for me to look downwards, as it would dig into the underside of my chin. The rest of the straps were at four of five inches [10-12 cm] apart and were attached to metal rings that now ran down the centre of my chest and stomach. The first one was just below my shoulders, and when Rocco tightened it, I felt my arms being pressed tight into my sides.

Slowly, checking all the time I could still breath, Rocco worked his way down my torso, tightening each of the straps in turn until my arms were not only pulled into my sides but my hands, were also pulled tight to the centre of my back and there was still one more strap to do.

"Spread you legs a bit!" Rocco instructed. I didn't know why and couldn't look down to have a look, but the reason soon became very apparent as the final strap from the harness was pulled through my legs and tightened up behind my bottom. This naturally pulled against my groin, which was already uncomfortably expanded, and up the crack of my buttocks. Not only that, but at the end of the crutch strap was a small device that allowed it to be attached to the chain between the handcuffs on my wrists, which totally tightened everything up.

Finally, came the leg irons, which, as with the handcuffs, Rocco ensured were only fastened over my socks, and not directly onto my skin, as this allowed him to be able to fasten them far tighter than he could have otherwise have done so.

"Okay," he said when he was done. "These are the rules. You do everything I tell you, and I'll let you go. Disobey me, and maybe I'll leave you here, all chained up and helpless. Understand?"

It was an empty threat as I knew Rocco would never do that to me, but in the totally bound state I was in, it was still worrying to hear, so, unable to speak I nodded.

"Right, then, I want you to stand right where you are, perfectly still and don't move. Got it."

It was only about half an hour that I had to stand on that spot but it felt like hours and hours to me, all trussed up and gagged as I was. By the end of the time I was starting to tremble so bad that Rocco had to let me sit on a chair. Not that this actually offered all that much relief for as I bent down to sit, the crutch strap started to tighten in places where a boy doesn't want things to tighten so what should have been more comfortable, turned out to be remarkably less so. Especially when Rocco took up the chain from the leg irons, and pulled it back under the seat, and locked that too, to the handcuffs. This mean that my feet weren't even on the floor.

"You know, Leo," Rocco said, "I know what you're going through, cos I've tried out a lot of this stuff on myself first, did you know that?"

I didn't answer, well I couldn't, but I really wasn't that surprised. I mean, if I'd found all those locks, chains and other cool stuff, then I'd have used it on myself too.

"I pretended I was a prisoner, like you see on those American movies." Rocco continued, "So I put a chain around my waist, and then locked the cuffs to it."

I just looked at him but he got the question I wanted to ask.

"Of course, I could have just released myself, so before I locked the cuffs on, I put the keys in the furthest away place I could, so that when I had the leg irons on as well, and they were attached to the cuffs, it would take a long time to get the keys back and free myself. Like I was escaping or something."

I was only half listening to Rocco's story while I imagined what that would have looked like, and, more to the point what I looked like, dressed up like a cub, and trapped in a web of leather straps, with a ball gag in my mouth and that helped pass the time.

"Lunch time." Rocco announced, sometime later, unpacking the usual food parcel we had on the table in front of me. "Of course," he said, pulling it all over to his side, "Prisoners only get bread and water."

For the next half an hour or so, I just had to sit there and watch while my best mate turned prison guard ate not only his lunch but mine too. Only then, when there was nothing left but the crusts from the sandwiches, did Rocco finally remove the ball from my mouth and tell me, it was my turn to eat.

Rocco had to feed me, but I didn't mind as it just felt so great to be able to fully shut my mouth and relax the muscles and, the food wasn't even that bad, even though I normally wouldn't have eaten the crusts either. The water, when that followed, tasted even better though, as my throat was parched, from having the ball in there for so long. However, by the time I'd finished eating and drinking I had a new problem. "I need to pee!"

I felt reluctant that the game was going to be over so soon as Rocco unclipped the ankle chain and helped me up to my feet and then helped me over to the far corner where we kept the pee bucket we used when we couldn't go outside for some reason. Then, he stood behind me, and released the crutch strap, which was such a relief, I didn't realise he wasn't loosening anything else until he was messing with the front of my shorts.

"You didn't think I was going to let you go, did you?" he laughed in my ear, from behind, as he opened up my shorts, and after some routing around, pulled out my willy. "Go on, pee then?"

Turned out not to be that easy as, the bondage was giving me a stiffy and so was having Rocco hold my willy, so I had to use all my concentration for my bladder to be able to overcome all the other sensations and for the pee to finally come out.

When I'd finished peeing, my willy still wouldn't go down, and I started to hope that Rocco would take care of it, like I had for him when he'd been tied up on the table, but there was no such luck. He just put it back in my shorts, and re bound me up again, like I had been before, crutch strap as well.

And that's how I spent the rest of the day, totally strapped up, gagged, and with an erection that was killing me but which I could do nothing about until, at long last Rocco released me from the bondage I'd asked to be put in. However before he did that, I had to repay him for staying with me, and that was, done just as it had been when the situation had been reversed, only I was the one tightly bound, and staring at the crutch of his cub scout shorts.

I was down on my knees at this stage, as Rocco had said that that position would make it easier for him to release me, but, of course what he'd really meant was that it would be easier for me to release his load. Anyway, I was still coming to terms with sucking his willy, when he had it out of his shorts and started slapping me around the face with it, until I opened my mouth.

Slowly, carefully I took Rocco's willy into my mouth, trying to ignore the slight smell of pee that went with it. Not that it tasted bad in itself, far from it, in fact it tasted rather good. Even when Rocco reached down and pulled my head forward so that the rest of his throbbing willy went all the way inside my mouth.

Copying what I had felt him do to me, previously, I worked my tongue around and around capturing all of his boyhood flavours, I could find until his knees started to buckle, which I took as a sign I was doing it right, something that was quickly confirmed, as he started to move his willy in and out of my mouth as the trebling started to spread.

"Aghh!" he cried, grunting as his willy pulsed and bounced, and he came in my mouth, all hot and salty.

A few minutes later and I was free from my bondage, and still tasting Rocco's juice as I changed back into my own clothes. My own willy was still rock hard, even though the front of my shorts were more than a little damp for the excitement I had been through. However, I still hadn't really cum myself, and, as it turned out, I would have to wait until we were back at his Uncle's place before I could give myself relief, as Rocco had left it right to the last moment before he'd released me, so there was no time. But, boy, when I final got to cum, it was like nothing I'd experienced ever before, and something that I knew I was going to have to do, again, and again.

Chapter Twelve
Bed Restraints

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound echoed through my Uncle's house, which was just what I'd hoped they would do. And they certainly got a reaction.

"Hey, shut up Leo, I'm trying to watch the telly down here?" Lukas shouted back from the living room where I'd left him, to go off and try something on my own. I was meant to be babysitting him, while Rocco and his Uncle went out for a treat, but Lukas thought he was too old for that, and I couldn't agree more. For everything we'd gone through together, I knew Lukas was more grown up in some of his ideas than his cute little freckled face made people think. And that's just what I was counting on back then.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"What are you doing Leo?" came Lukas' voice, followed by the sounds of his footsteps, clambering up the stairs, no doubt trying to take them two at a time like Rocco and I did, only to stumble as his legs weren't really long enough.

BANG! BANG! BANG! – I replied, knocking the bed against the wall as hard as I could. It wasn't even my bed but Rocco's, but there was a reason for that, which thankfully had little to do with what Lukas was thinking about.

"Right, that does it," he snapped, "You're trying to get me in trouble, aren't you."

The door rattled but didn't open, Rocco having fitted a primitive locking device to his door just to keep his nosy little brother from finding the private toys we had. Some of which I was currently using, and were the reason I had to resort to banging, rather than talking. This, at least meant, I couldn't tell Lukas that I wasn't trying to get him into trouble and that I wanted him to stay outside the room, every bit as much as I needed him to come in. I just didn't have any choice in the matter anymore. And that was my fault to.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Stop doing that!" Lukas shouted through the door, "If you break something Rocky will blame me."

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Right, that does it, I'm going to get a screwdriver to open the door."

Finally he'd gotten the hint I'd been trying to give him for the last twenty minutes and I could relax, even though I wasn't in the most comfortable position. Still, it was good to hear him go back downstairs, rummage around – Lukas couldn't do anything quietly – and then return and start poking at the lock with whatever it was, he'd gone to fetch. Then, at long last, the door opened, and he gasped.

"Wow! What are you up too, Leo?" he said, after a moment silence, when, no doubt, he was taking in the sight that greeted him on his brother's bed where I was laid out, spread-eagled and totally nude, chained up. The chains not only attaching my limbs to each corner of the bed, but also to each other, with a length of metal links, running down each side to connect my wrists and ankles, but also across the bottom, so I couldn't close my legs. This, of course, meant that Lukas had a perfect view of not only my naked bum, but could also see my willy underneath me.

"Well," Lukas said, eventually, coming to the side of the bed, "Seems you not only like to be tied up, but you like to tie yourself up, don't you?"

"Um!" I replied, through the gag I'd placed in my own mouth. Not that Lukas was really listening to me.

"I guess, since you called me up here, that you can't get loose, is that it?"

"Um!" I nodded into the mattress.

Lukas laughed, "You know this would be easier if I ungagged you, wouldn't it?"

I nodded, silently this time.

"Or, maybe I'll just leave you here until Rocky comes back, I'm sure my brother would be interested to know what you were getting up to in his bed while he wasn't here, don't you?"

He wouldn't but Lukas didn't know that and, even in my current position, I wasn't about to let on about anymore of what I and Rocco got up to, than I had too, so, I pretended to be shocked by the suggestion, and shook my head from side to side, as if in distress.

"In that case… hang on… wait a minute." Abruptly, Lukas left the room for a minute but when he came back I heard a familiar sound, of a digital camera capturing, once more, the situation I had got myself in.

"Ant left his camera here from the last time when you… well…. Got tied up! And he's going to love it when I show him this one, see!"

Lukas lent over the bed so I could see the display on the back of the camera, showing my chained up, naked body, with the clear view of my bum, balls, hard willy, and, between my spread buttocks, my bum hole itself.

"Right then. Let's have the gag out so you can tell me how you got yourself all done up like this, and why?"

Lukas' hands went to the back of my neck where I'd knotted the kerchief that kept the gag in place. Thankfully, he didn't ask where I'd got that from, but he did want to know about the gag itself, as he recognised that on sight. "Hey, these are my underpants, and….er… they're all wet. That's disgusting."

"It's just an old pair!" I pointed out, in a slightly croaky voice, "Mine and Rocco's boxer shorts are too big to go in my mouth, so I used yours, that's all."

"It's still disgusting." Lukas said, "And dirty too. If I'd done something like that, then I'd be punished so…"

There was a pause, while Lukas thought about what he was going to do next which, as it turned out, was to spank my bare bum with his hand.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It stung, but didn't really hurt, and apart from the initial shock of what was happening didn't make me cry out to get him to stop, although what it did do, was make my middle and hips bound up and down on the mattress, which, of course, rubbed my hard willy against the bed.

"Oh you like that do you, well, we'll soon see about that."

The spanking stopped, while Lukas looked around the room, and found just what he wanted. A fairly hefty eighteen inch [50 cm] ruler.

THWACK! THWCK! THWACK!

The blows were now way harder than they had been when he'd used his hand, but still didn't hurt as much as the switch had in the woods. In fact, although the ruler covered more of my butt each time, it felt strangely better. And, of course, it continued to stimulate my willy.

THWCK! THWACK! THWACK!

It wasn't long before I was shaking and convulsing as an orgasm went right through me, catching me by surprise as I'd already come once in my self-bondage before I'd realised that I couldn't get free and had started to call for help.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Lukas, however, didn't seem to notice and went right on smacking my rear until I was forced to call out to make him stop.

"Had enough?" he asked.

I attempted to hold back the tears: "Yes!"

"Your bum sure is red," he put his hand on it, "And hot too. Is it sore?"

"A bit." I lied.

"Shall I untie you now?"

"Please." I sighed with relief. "The keys are on the floor. They fell off the bed."

In a few minutes I was free, and fighting the temptation to touch my sore bum.

"You're all covered in goo!" pointed out Lukas when I rolled onto my side, and it was true. Not only that but my willy was still half stiff, which surprised me so much that I didn't see Lukas picking up the camera again until it was too late.

"Hey give me that!" I shouted when he showed me the picture he'd taken of me, covered in cum with a ruby red bum. However, as one of my hands was still chained to the bed, I couldn't give chase when Lukas scampered out of the room to hide the camera somewhere where I was sure never to find it.

Chapter Thirteen
New Toys and New Games

The next time I saw Rocco, he was dressed normally in shirt and jeans, as was I, and we were heading to the scout headquarters, which shouldn't have seemed all that unusual except for the fact Rocco was walking strangely. He wasn't limping or anything like that, but he was walking in very short steps, which meant I had to keep slowing down, so he could catch me up again.

Once we arrived, things didn't get any matter. Usually we'd just change straight away, but Rocco made some excuse about having to get something from the back room, and when he came back he was in his cub uniform already, having changed out of sight.

The rest of the trip went pretty much as all the other ones had done. We ate snakes, we drank soda, and of course, we looked at the comics until our willies went stiff and poked up under our cub shorts. However, we didn't do anything other than that, but this was expected as we didn't have the time to really get into it as we had to get back for lunch as Rocco's uncle had made one of his rare pronouncements that we all had to eat together.

We walked back to the house silently. Once more Rocco had changed out of sight from me, and I still didn't know why but, for some reason, didn't feel as if I could ask him. Yet, as I dropped back slightly so I could watch him, there was no doubt about it, he was walking rather stiffly so something had to be wrong, but what?

"You okay Rocky?" I whispered as we entered the house, no longer able to contain myself.

"Sure!" he shrugged, unconvincingly.

"But you've been walking funny all day! Did you hurt yourself, or something?"

"Nope, nothing like that." He smiled, and winked, "You'll see soon enough!"

The answer didn't satisfy me, but I was willing to wait to see what Rocco had in store, plus, anyway, it wasn't the place to ask any more questions especially as Lukas was there, no doubt trying to listen to everything we said.

The meal passed pretty much without anything worth remembering. Rocco had trouble sitting still but then so did Lukas and I, although I'm not sure it was for the same reasons. Mind you their Uncle noticed Rocco more than anyone else, because he was sitting opposite him, so in order to help my friend out I played up a bit to cover this up. This got me lumbered with the washing up, so Rocco said he'd be at the headquarters when I was done, and I couldn't wait.

I had to wait thought, for nearly half an hour before the dishes were done to the standard Rocco's Uncle checked for, but then I was off, running to the scout hut where I knew I would find my friend. I just didn't know how I'd find him. And I'd have never guessed in a million years, just how he would be when I got there.

Rocco was laying on the floor, naked, underneath a scaffold tube that he'd laid on two chairs so that it was only a couple of feet from the floor, and less above his chest. There was a pillow under his back, which was the only thing on the floor. His arms were raised up and handcuffed around the pole as were his ankles. His legs having been pulled back so that his knees were beside his shoulders, and his feet were raised up in the air, where they could be attached to the pole on either side of his main body. This naturally left him completely exposed, his groin clearly on display and rampantly erect but that wasn't the thing I noticed as there appeared to be some sort of shiny black object covering his bum hole but, as yet, I just couldn't make out what that was and Rocco wasn't about to tell me as he had a ball in his mouth, held there by a strap running around the back of his head.

Despite Rocco's protests when I reached behind him, I undid the strap on the ball gag and took it out. "What did you do that for?" he snapped.

"Cos I wanted to check you're okay?"

"Course I'm okay."

"But it doesn't look very comfortable like that."

"It's okay," he shrugged, or he would have had he been able, "Once you get used to it."

"But what's that thing on your bum?" I asked.

"It's a butt-plug," Rocco explained, "That's why I was walking funny all day. It's been in there since I got up this morning, so I'd be ready."

"Ready? Ready for what?"

"For this stupid." Rocco didn't shrug again, "You can pull it out if you want to."

Slowly I reached for the black piece of plastic which barely protruded from my friend's bum. My fingers easily slipping under the slippy flange making it easy to get a really good grip on it.

"Do it slowly," warned Rocco and I did like he said, tugging gently on the plug stuck in his bum.

There was a fair amount of resistance as I pulled but as I kept up the pressure, it slowly started to move while Rocco gritted his teeth. Then, all of a sudden the flared middle of the device passed through Rocco's ring, and the rest – which tempered down drastically, slipped easily from him leaving me holding it. The butt plug was about five inches [12 cm] long, and grew to around nearly that around at its widest point.

"What's my hole look like Leo?" Rocco asked so, I looked it.

The request took my attention back to the boy naked and bound on the floor, with his legs pulled back over his head, stretching out his legs and exposing what should have been his most secret places to anyone who could see. And there was plenty to look at too. His willy was still rock hard, although his balls had pulled themselves in slightly which left just his bum hole. Now I'd seen Rocco's bum hole before as we'd studied each other's bodies closely when we'd been younger and it probably hadn't changed much since then. Only it had. Where once Rocco's bum hole had been nothing more than a tiny little star of crinkled flesh, now it more lived up to its name as it was clearly a hole. I mean, I could even see inside him a little way, which made my own willy stir.

"Take your clothes off then?" Rocco instructed and I obeyed. Not so much because he said so, as after all he couldn't exactly do anything about it if I didn't want to, but because I wanted to. I really, really wanted to.

A few seconds later I was every bit as naked as Rocco was, if somewhat less exposed. Still, my willy was by now fully hard and leaking a small about of liquid from the crown which became the subject of Rocco's next order.

"Rub that all over the end of your willy."

Slowly I obeyed again, using my fingers to rub the slick liquid up and down and over my willy until it started to shine in the light that streamed into the scout hut from the roof windows.

"Well, what are you waiting for," Rocco teased while I was doing this for the second or third time, "Stick it in me. Fuck my bum."

It was something that I had thought of before, and clearly Rocco had too, from the magazines and comics we'd read but I'd never thought either of us would actually get around to doing it, as it had always looked, and sounded so painful, yet I didn't need to be asked twice and soon I was kneeling down behind my best friend, and guiding my slick willy towards his opened up bum hole.

The plug Rocco had been wearing all day did its job in no uncertain terms as my willy slipped right into his hole, and I was at once engulfed in a warm right feeling all around my willy that was like nothing I'd felt before. The pair of us gasping together as my willy slipped further and further into him until my pubic hair was pressed up tight against his bottom, and we lay there motionless, yet joined together in the most intimate way possible.

"You have to move in and out!" Rocco said after a few minutes of my just laying there, imbedded inside him.

I felt a bit foolish, yet had to do what he said, slowly pulling myself out and then pushing my willy back inside him again. It was a feeling like I'd never had before and from the sounds and faces Rocco was making, I don't think he'd had anything like it either as I took long, slow strokes. Pulling nearly all the way out before pushing it all the way back in again.

Several minutes later – or maybe sooner I wasn't sure – I felt my feelings rising and at that point instinct took over. My thrusting became faster and more frenzied and a split second after that I was filling Rocco's bum with my juice, right up inside him.

A few seconds after that and I lifted myself off my friend, removing my softening willy from his bum hole and noticed for the first time that there was a puddle of cum on Rocco's stomach. This wasn't mine, as that was slowly starting to seep out of his hole, but his own. He'd actually cum while I'd been fucking his bum. That was news to me too, as although it had been shown in some of the comic, of the little cartoon cubs shooting their load while they were bound and being abused, I didn't think it could actually happen. Not in real life. But, obviously it could. And I just couldn't wait for it to happen to me.

Chapter Fourteen
Cub versus Scout

"Suits you!"

The words nearly gave me a heart attack, and so did the camera flash that went with them, not to mention the sight of the person who was responsible for both. None other than Lukas's mate Ant Southerland. And if that wasn't enough of a surprise there was also the small matter of the way he was dressed.

"Lukas is going to love seeing you all dressed up like a little cub scout, bare knees and all." He laughed, tossing his head, so his unruly mop of blond hair went everywhere.

"You can't!" I protested, only to get the expected reply.

"Yeah I can, cos you're just some little cub ain't you and I'm in the scouts so I know that you've got to do what you're told, don't you."

There were so many questions in what he'd said that I didn't know what, if anything I should answer first, so said nothing which was just as well as there was more to come.

"Where you going anyway, dressed like that?"

"The shop!" I said, holding up the things I was carrying."

"Yeah, I know where you've been, I asked where you are going now?"

Of course, I should have told him to mind his own, as there was no way I was going to actually tell him where I was going, especially as Rocco was back there, dressed just like I was and knowing him, quite likely tied up in some way that would give Ant more ammunition than he would ever be able to use. No, that just wasn't going to happen. Problem was, that left me without anything to actually say.

"Don't know eh!" Ant laughed, "Well, I guess that means you must be lost, so I'd best take you home with me, hadn't I? Don't worry, there's no one there and, it looks like it's going to rain, so come on."

Ant turned and started to walk away, only to stop a few paces away: "By the way," he shouted over his shoulder, "Does Rocky know you like to dress up?"

He didn't wait to see if I would agree, just assumed I would, and, right then there was a loud crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightening a short distance away, proving his point about the oncoming rain. Now, I already knew from experience that the cub jumper I had on didn't tolerate rain all that well, and, if it got wet then a hell of a lot of the dye seeped through to give my torso a noticeable green tint that was hard to hide, and impossible to explain. I had to get under cover, and the only place I could do that, without giving the game away was to go with the eleven-year-old.

"You'd better take your shoes off," Ant said when he opened the front door of a rather large house, "Don't want you ruining the carpets."

It was a logical thing to say, and it never occurred to me, until later that his shoes would be every bit as likely to be dirty as mine, but still I squatted down, and took off my shoes, leaving them by the front door.

"Guess you'd want a drink first don't you?" He stated and had me follow him through to the kitchen at the back of the house, where, instead of handing me a can of coke of something, he made up a plastic beaker of orange squash, of all things which, made me feel even more like a little kid than I did already.

The cup he gave me was also over filled so it didn't take long before I spilled some as I picked it up. The instant I did, I was punished with a instant, hard and stinging slap on the side of my thigh. "Look what you've done!" Ant scolded me. "Get a cloth and clean that up. Quick now! While I do something upstairs."

I jumped from the chair, not because of the order, but because of the stinging on the side of my leg where a bright red hand mark was already starting to develop.

It only took a few minutes to clean up the small amount of mess I'd actually made, but I made a show of doing a good job, continuing to wipe up the mess until Ant reappeared so that he would be impressed. It was something that I'd used to do when I was eight or nine, and trying to impress my mum. Seemingly I'd regressed to that age already, but if I hadn't then I'm fairly sure I would have done when I saw what Ant was now wearing.

"Told you I was a scout!" he said, standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips so I could get a good look at him in what certainly appeared to be a proper boy scout uniform. Gone was his normal clothing and replaced with a dark green button fronted long sleeve shirt, complete with badges in all the places they should be. This was covered with a scarf and leather woggle, and tucked into the waistband of a pair of light brown trousers. Full-length trousers, of course, not shorts like mine.

"Now, you'll have to do everything I say," he said, pointing at his badges on his shoulder, "Because I outrank you, and cubs swear to obey their superiors don't they?"

They did, but, of course, I hadn't but again, I couldn't let him know that, and anyway, I wasn't sure I wanted to. As odd as that may seem.

"Right then, we'll start with a uniform check, shall we?" Ant said, "Stand to attention, with your hands behind your back."

I did as I was told, while Ant produced from his various pockets a notebook pen, and a short wooden ruler. "Okay, feet apart, head up, back straight, Good. I'll start with your shoes…er… I mean socks." He consulted his little book, "There should be pulled up to just under the knee, and turned down with a garter in each turn. The tails of the garter pointing down the outside of the leg."

Kneeling down at my feet, Ant carefully, and meticulously, checked my socks were correct, seeming not noticing I wasn't actually wearing any garters at all. IN fact he didn't say anything other than the time, he ran his fingers under the soles of my feet, and I squirmed at the tickling. Then he used the ruler to slap my thigh and snapped "Keep still!"

"Now let's check your shorts." He said, reading from the booklet once more: "These should be good and tight so they don't slip, with two buckle holes free."

The shorts were, of course, made for someone younger than me so there were much too small, and tight so I didn't expect any trouble on that score although, I was wrong.

"Looks like your belt is only on the last hole, and there should be two free so the flap can be tucked in neatly, I'm going to have to tighten it."

His hands reach for the belt to do just that, but I couldn't help but reach around to stop him.

SLAP!

The ruler snapped across the backs of both my thighs, making me start. "I said don't move. Put your hands behind you back."

Sleeplessly I did as he said, and watched as he unfastened my belt, and using both hands, pulled my shorts up as far as they would go, before he refastened the belt, pulling it hard so that it tightened further. I could feel it digging in all the way around my body, forcing me to suck my breath in.

"That's better!" he said, taking out his camera once more. "You do look a picture like that you know, Leo. Like a really naughty little cub scout about to get spanked."

"Sp…spanked?" I stammered.

"Yeah, of course, that's what always happens to naughty little cub scouts, it says so in the guidelines." He tapped the little notebook that was now back in his pocket.

"Oh!"

"In fact," he continued, "It's the duty of the older scouts – like me – to make sure the little cubs – like you – don't get away with going and playing places that they shouldn't. So, if, say, you did anything naughty it would be my duty to spank you."

"You?" I asked, shocked but not all that surprised.

"Indeed. I'm a scout and you're a cub. That's the way it works." He smiled, "Or, failing that, I could just take you back home, and tell your Uncle what you've been up to."

It was Rocco's Uncle, not mine, but I figured this wasn't the time to be picky about things like that, so I let that go. After all, there were other things to be thinking about.

"Of course, if you'd rather I did that, and told your Uncle, and Rocco and Lukas, that you like to dress up like a little kid, then I could do that, instead."

"No you can't." I protested, as he knew I would.

"So, in that case, then I am going to have to punish you instead. It's my duty as a good scout."

"You're… you're going to spank me?" I asked, not quite sure I was following this.

"Indeed," he said, pulling out the chair I'd been sat in earlier so it was in the middle of the floor and then sitting in it: "Like I said it's my duty. Come over here."

My heart was racing, I wasn't really sure what I was letting myself in for, but didn't see that I had any option as I had to protect Rocco, which, if nothing else was what cubs were meant to do. So that's why, I found myself standing in front of the young boy waiting to be told what to do next, even though we both knew what that was going to be.

"Right, then. Bend over!"

Turning around, I could feel the already tightened cloth of my shorts stretching across my buttocks as I started to bend at the waste. By the time I had my hands on my knees, the shorts were starting to feel like a second skin, but there were also riding up inside my crack.

TWACK!

Sudden stinging shock waves flooded my body from my buttocks, all of them strangely heading directly for my groin.

THWACK!

The second blow was harder and made me gasp.

THWACK!

"Ow-ch!" I cried, starting to rise automatically but Ant's hand on the small of my back pushed me right back down again as the next blow arrived.

THWACK!

"Stay still!" he ordered.

TWHACK!

"Ouch! It hurts!" I complained.

"It's meant to." He stated. "It's a punishment. Not take it like a good cub should."

THWACK"

"Ow!" I yelped. Snapping upright as the tender flesh at the top of my thighs received a blow.

"Ha, you think that hurt!" Ant teased me, still holding the ruler in his hand, "Wait until you get a real spanking."

The swots with the small measuring stick had stung more than I could have ever expected and yet, I still had to ask. "What's a proper spanking?"

"I could show you if you want?"

I was about to say something to that, when once more Ant reached over and started playing with my belt. "Hey!" I protested, but my hands were slapped away.

"I'm going to spank you like the little boy you are, right on your bare bum."

I let out a sigh of relief when my belt was undone as I could suddenly breath freely again, however, that relief soon past as my shorts were tugged down to my ankles. What's worse they took my underpants with them leaving me naked from the bottom of my cub jumper down to the tops of my socks. Which meant Ant was now looking directly at my very excited willy.

"Keep still!" Ant warned me even before I could get my hands to come around and cover myself up. "And bend over my lap for your spanking."

Naturally I couldn't both keep still and bend over, but I did the latter as I guessed that was what he wanted. And I was right too, for no sooner was I in place then I could feel something small, yet very solid, poking me in the side. Ant's own erection. Mind you, while I was thinking about what that meant, he was raising his right hand up and bringing it down into my exposed backside.

SMACK!

The sound was like an explosion, as Ant used all the strength he could muster to punish my teenage bottom

SMACK!

Another one followed quickly and from then on, they came in pairs.

SMACK! SMACK!

My mind started to spin as I finally realised the position I was in. A little cub scout getting his naughty bare bottom spanked by a scout. A scout who was, in fact, three years younger than I was.

SMACK! SMACK!

And, as the spanking continued, I did my best to take it like a good cub scout should which, as it turned out wasn't all that difficult for, although it stung, it wasn't nearly as painful as the ruler had been. At least not in the short term.

SMACK! SMACK!

Still, although I tried to keep still, and not show any reaction, this didn't turn out to be the case as eventually the stinging just became too much. It just built up slowly, and surely until I couldn't take it anymore.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Go on cry!" Ant teased me, "All the little cubs cry when they get their naughty little bums spanked."

SMACK! SMACK!

The tears appeared in my eyes, more or less as he said those words, and in a few more spanks, they started to creep down over my cheeks to the floor.

"Now that's more like it." Ant continued talking as he spanked me.

SMACK! SMACK!

"That's how a naughty little cub should behave, isn't it?"

SMACK! SMACK!

"Well, isn't it?"

SMACK! SMACK!

"Y… y…yes!" I stammered

"And you're going to be a good little cub from now on aren't you?"

"Y… y… yes." I said.

"Cos, if you aren't…."

SMACK! SMACK!

"…then I'm going to have to spank you again, aren't I?"

I didn't answer that one, as I wasn't sure if that was a bad thing, or not.

Chapter Fifteen
Tied and Told

I was alone in the hideout with the door locked. Only Rocco knew I was there and he wasn't going to be coming by any time soon as, if he was following the plan, should have been every bit as tied up as I was, deep in one of the other buildings.

This was the latest game we had come up with. Both of us setting the other one up with a challenge to perform, along with a way to prove that we had performed it. Which is why, although I may have looked like a kidnap victim, what I was actually doing was following the instructions Rocco had left for me, written on bits of paper around the scout hut. I of course had no idea what they all were, other than the one I was currently reading. He would be doing the same thing, with the instructions I'd left for him and then, afterwards, we'd meet up and share the pictures we'd take with the digital cameras each of us was using.

So far, I'd locked myself in the scout hut, and taken off my clothes but hadn't put on the cub scout uniform. Instead, I'd remained naked, and, following the instructions on the first note, had been told to put all my normal clothes through one of the windows, so they would be outside waiting for me, once I was free. Making sure, of course, that the camera saw me doing it, so Rocco wouldn't be able to accuse me of cheating. That, of course, left me naked, especially as the note had stated the play clothes were already locked up tight in a place I wouldn't be able to get them.

The next stage had led me over to the chair by the door where I'd discovered some ankle and leg restraints, which, of course I'd put on. These weren't like the handcuffs I'd seen before but proper restraints formed of two leather-buckling bracelets, connected by a sturdy chain. These would then be locked with a tiny padlock that went through the ring so there was no way to get them off without the keys. The only difference between those on my wrists and those on my ankles, being the length of the chain between the cuffs. The ankles having just a little bit more so, I imagined I'd be able to walk but not run, or even go for any sort of distance but be able to get around.

A wide leather collar was around my neck, and this had a ring at the front and back so I could be chained to something, or lead around like a dog on a lead, come to that, although neither of those options appeared to be all that likely. Or so I thought anyway. Still I did wonder why Rocco was getting this stuff, or more to the point, why I hadn't spotted it all, the times I'd gone routing through all the stuff in the back room. Maybe I'd ask him about that later, as, obviously, there was nothing I could do about it at the moment, and if there was there would be one more important question to ask him first. Why hadn't he got me to gag myself before I put the cuffs on.

The instruction to use the ball gag had been written rather like an afterthought right at the bottom of the note paper, and I was in half a mind to ignore it and I would have too, had it not been for that fact that I actually rather liked being gagged. So, bending around sideways I picked up the ball gag with my hand and laid it out on the top of the chair with the ball upwards. Then, turning around, I bent over and putting my mouth over it, push it into place, by using the chair. Getting the straps buckled behind my head was something else, as my hands didn't really bend up that way but, thankfully the wrist restraints were able to rotate so although it took some time, I was able to gag myself quite well.

The finally part of the instructions was to have a picture taken, so I put the camera on a upturned box nearby – this had no doubt been left there for this reason – and crouched down so that I was in the view finder, turning my body slightly sideways so that, all the restraints would be clearly seen, as well as the gag in my mouth and, of course, my erection.

Then it was on to find the next note.

It was sitting on the far side of the room next to a table that had a cloth over it. The note said simply, "There is a butt plug and something to lube it up. Do that, and then put it all the way inside your bum. Take pictures while you are doing it, and once it is done. Then move on to the next note which is in the side room."

Again turning my back, I felt around for the cloth and pulled it from the table. Then, turning back I had a look at the toys that had been left for me. The lube was a small tub from which the lid had already been removed, so that I wouldn't have to struggle with it. The other was, probably the same butt plug that I'd pulled from Rocco's bum before I'd fucked him for the first time, only now it was I who was going to wear it, it looked rather bigger than it had back then.

Feeling down with my hands, I guessed it to be about six inches [15 cm] long from the small nose, to the base. The nose being no more than half an inch [1½ cm] across, but that quickly increased to nearly two inches [5 cm] at the widest part before sliming back down again, just before the base finished it all. No wonder Rocco had left me the lube!

After a few minutes of thought about how I was going to do this, I picked up both the plug and the lube, and set them down on the floor where I soon knelt. Carefully, I arranged the plug so that it would stand up on its blunt end, and then started to apply the lube to it. This, wasn't all that easy as I couldn't actually see what I was doing, but I did the best I could, before deciding that it might be an idea to do things the other way around. So from that point on, rather than covering the butt plug in lube, I did my best to push the lube up my bum, which, as it turned out was a lot easier to do.

When everything was ready I fidgeted around until I could hold the plug against my bum. I shivered when the blunt tip finally slotted into place between my bum cheeks, and I could feel it pressing against my entrance. Remembering what Rocco had said about it, I pushed down with my insides like I was on the pot, and as I did so, the plug started to slip inside me. Only to stop, once it reached the widest part.

I paused, breathing heavily, and bent forward, so that my bum was raised up in the air as if there was an actual person fucking me, rather than me fucking myself with a rubber sex toy. Then, gritting my teeth into the ball gag, I used both my chained hands to push the plug home, while at the same time willing myself to relax enough to let it enter me.

It took about ten minutes, in which time the camera fired on its timer several times, but eventually the widest part of the plug went through my ring, and from there on, the remainder slipped right in, with no trouble and I grunted into the gag.

For a few minutes I sat where I was, with the strangest mixture of sensations of both wanting to go to the toilet and of being filled from behind, neither of which was anywhere near as unpleasant as it probably should have been. Then, when I finally felt able to move once more I took the final picture of my bending over, so the camera could see the stopper of the plug, deep between my buttocks. However, as I went to pick up the camera I noticed a second note that told me to press a small button on what looked like a remote control.

I took a look around but couldn't see anything that could be controlled so didn't seem the harm in doing it, as I just figured that it was some sort of way Rocco had thought of, to try and make me fail the test so that I would be his slave for a weekend. This being the penalty we'd worked out, should one of us no complete the tasks we'd been set. Of course, that in itself wasn't really punishment for us anymore, so we'd add that the person who lost – if there was one – would have to do whatever they were told by whoever told them to do it, including Rocco's Uncle and even Lukas. Not that they would know we were doing it, but given my recent experiences, the latter was something I certainly didn't want to risk happening. So I pressed the button, before heading off to the next note.

The next note was sitting beside another cloth that covered something that looked like a small tower that I didn't recognise either but wasn't going to do anything until I'd read the note which started with the phrase "How are you doing Leo?" and to tell the truth I was doing fine. It was, a little uncomfortable walking with the leg shackles on, as they shortened my step, but that was nothing to the feeling of moving around with a butt plug stuffed up your bum. No wonder Rocco had been acting so oddly when he'd been wearing it, as it made you want to walk with your legs apart, as if you've been riding a horse but, of course, the leg irons, stopped you from doing that.

Reading the rest of the note, I was told that under the cloth was a board onto which I was to kneel. There were pads where my knees were to go, and another one where my feet would rest. A hook in the bottom would be attached to the chain between my ankles to hold me down. Then, I was to lean forward, until my face was pressed onto a pillow that was there, and then, I was to slid my hands down from my back, over my bum, so they too were on my ankles and the chain holding them could be attached to the hook in the board. Well, that all sounded simple enough. So I got started.

Uncovering the apparatus, Rocco had made for me, and it was just as he said. The board was slightly raised from the floor and had the pads laid out at one end and a fixed pillow at the other. The hooks for the chains on my shackles were nice and raised to it would be easy to catch the chains in them. In fact, everything looked rather easy, and I even worked out that the strange tower standing near the back of the board on one side was some sort of stabiliser for it, so it wouldn't tip over. Nothing seemed amiss to I did what I was told.

Kneeling on the pads, I found that they were remarkably comfortable, and seem to fit the shape of my knees almost perfectly, so I couldn't help but wonder if someone else had knelt there before me. I did have a little trouble getting my feet to stay on the other pads until I realised that they had a short slip cover on them, and that if I slipped my toes inside this, then things would be a lot easier. Which is more than could be said for the next thing I had to do.

Leaning forward, I started to work my hands down my back, as far as I could before they wouldn't go any further. This had my hands placed more or less in the centre of my buttocks, and it took quite a bit of turning and stretching to be able to get them to go any further. In the end I was nearly bent double before the slip over my hips and down the backs of my legs. Mind you, when they did that, I had no choice but to stay bent over, as that was all I could do as my arms now wouldn't let me do anything else. So it was a good thing there was a pillow there to rest my head on, or else I'd have been face down on the floor.

However, I soon noticed there was something odd about the pillow as there seemed to be a hard bit of metal right at the front of it, in the centre that kept pressing into my cheek. Thankfully, by leaning back slightly I was able to raise my head just enough to see that it was a short metal hook, just like the ones that were to catch the chains on my shackles. For a moment I couldn't think why that was there, and then I remembered the ring at the front of the collar I had on, and it all made sense.

By turning my head to one side, and stretching that slight bit more forward, I was able to get the hook to catch the metal ring, and, then, with a jangle of my wrists, did the same thing with the chain connecting my hands. And then I waited.

It was only when I'd completed all the actions on the note that I realised that there didn't seem to be anything else to do. The camera, had already taken a picture of me as I was, with my well stuffed bum high in the air, and yet I had no idea, just how long I was to remain there before I could move on to the next task, or even, for that matter where and what the next task was. The note hadn't said anything about either of those things.

Then I heard the first "Click" sound.

It seemed to be coming from behind me, but, I couldn't really see behind me, other than to look down the length of my body to the strange tower where, suddenly a little red light had appeared at the top. Naturally I wondered what that was, and was about to raise my head to have a proper look, when the second click happened, and from then on I couldn't move, anything, at all.

The click didn't come from the tower but from the board I was kneeling on, in three different places at once. It was the sound of springs being released. Springs that were attached to the bottom of the three hooks I'd attached myself too, and which now, were pulled down inside the board, totally trapping the chains holding my wrists and ankles, and, my collar. The latter of which ensure that there was no way I could raise my cheek from the headrest the slightest millimetre. I was well and truly stuck.

Just as I wondering what on earth could happen next, there was another click, and then a whirring noise.

No longer able to actually turn my head, it was all I could do to peer out of the corner of my eye, as the tower once more came to life. The front, which I'd previously thought to be hollow, was where the sound was coming from and slowly something emerged from it. It looked like a aeroplane propeller, with a central pin around which were attached two blades. Only these blades weren't made of metal but from some sort of rubber, and they were rather wide, being a good three or four inches [8-10 cm] each. Of course, like all propellers they were going to spin, and seeing as they were now directly behind my upraised buttocks this could only mean one thing. It was going to spank me.

I couldn't see the blades as they started to spin, but the sound was enough to give away what was happen, and so was the ever-increasing breeze that I could feel on my bare and exposed, and vulnerable buttocks. A breeze that was getting closer by the second. Then it happened. The blades made contact.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

It was nothing like any other spanking I'd ever had before, and not just because it was being administered by a machine rather than a little boy. Or maybe it was.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Whatever, it started off rather tame, with the blades just tickling my bottom, but then, as they picked up speed, and the tails spread out, they were soon slapping into me with some force.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The blows continued to get harder and faster, until it felt like my bottom might actually burst into flames.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Tears filled my eyes but I couldn't wipe them away so just had to let them drip down onto the pillow as the onslaught continued.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Slowly, gradually, the blows started to die down, although it still took a few more minutes before the end of the blades was tickling my bum and then just blowing a soft breeze over them. Then they stopped completely and I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if that relief was to be slightly short lived.

Panting into the ball I'd stuffed into my mouth I once more attempted to lift my head from the pillow but the hook in my collar just wouldn't give. Likewise those holding my cuffed hands and feet didn't allow me any movement either. So I was still stuck fast where I was, only now my bum was on serious fire, and despite the spanking having stopped was still getting hotter and hotter.

It was as if the assault on my seat had been so sudden that I hadn't really realised just how much those rubber paddles had stung, but now they had stopped, it was like I could feel each and every one of those blows all over again. Which, as it turned out, was just what I was about to do.

The tower gave another click and the whirring sound of the propeller spinning up sounded once more, signing that I was about to get another spanking.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

It seemed to arrived much quicker than it had the first time.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

In no time at all my helplessly exposed bum was getting the full force of the rubber paddles as they relentlessly struck over and over.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

They swiped at me from underneath so clearly, whoever had designed this spanking machine – it clearly hadn't been Rocco – wanted to make sure that the entire surface of the punished boy's bum got spanked, from the back of his thighs, right up to the crown of his bum.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Every bit of my stretched and bent over bum, was visited, numerous times by those rapidly stinging blades, that didn't hurt so much on each separate slap, but, which really brought out the deepest sting as they went on and on, attacking the same parts, over and over again.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Eventually the machine started to slow down again, and once more I was left there in the silence of my own heavy breathing and ball gag choked sobs as my bum continued to throb, on and on.

Another click sounded and for a moment I thought I was about to get a third dose of the spanking machine but, then I realised that I could now move my head. The hook holding my collar down, having sprung back up. Naturally I wasted no time at all in getting myself un-attached from that painful machine. First freeing my head, and then my hands and feet. Of course I still had to get my hands up back behind my back before I could get up, and that wasn't pleasant given just how sore my bum was at this point but at least it meant I could check there was no real damage and, there wasn't.

Standing up, turned out to be somewhat painful as my bum ached at the slightest motion, yet I had to check out the spanking machine, just to see what made it tick and it was then that I found the extra note from Rocco taped to the other side of it.

"Damn!" I said inside my head, "If only I'd looked the thing over instead of blindly following the orders then I could have save myself a seriously sore bum!" But, as it turned out there was more I could have done to prevent what had happened from happening. Apparently the remote button I'd pushed at the end of the butt plug challenged had been the thing that had started the spanking machine in motion. But, at least I'd completed this task and could move on to one, which I could only hope would be somewhat less painful.

However, before I left the spanking machine, I did one thing that wasn't on the notes. Using the cloth that had covered the machine, I carefully – well as carefully as I could working backwards – cleaned up the puddle of my pre-cum, from where my willy had dripped it onto the base board as I'd been spanked. Just how much I seemed to enjoy being helpless and spanked, wasn't something I was quite ready to share, even with Rocco, yet.

Walking a lot more uncertainly than I had done before the spanking, and before the dildo, and the restraints, I slowly made my way towards the location of what turned out to be the final note. This was hanging on the back doorknob, along with the keys to the padlocks that hold me prisoner.

"Take of the restraints, and the gag. Then with everything else on, go outside and get your clothes and get dressed." it said, "Don't take the butt plug out!!!"

The final comment had probably been added to make me feel even more uncomfortable, even when I was dressed like a regular teenager again, however, given the stinging nature of my bum from the spanking, I didn't really want to start poking around back there, in order to take the butt plug out, so I wasn't overly bothered about that. What did worry me, albeit slightly, was going outside naked, with a bum that was so red, it could probably have been seen from the moon. Still, that was always part of the plan so I just got on with it.

Finally dressed and feeling somewhat human again, I packed away all the restraints and covered up the spanking machine, before setting off back home to see how Rocco had got on with the tasks I'd set him. Not that I suspected he'd have any trouble with them as they were a lot tamer than those he'd laid out for me, but still.

Picking up the camera from where it had been sat all the time I could help but flick though the images and sure enough it had captured everything. The full stages of what I'd gone through were all there, depicted in that little screen. There I was, newly naked, pushing my clothes through a window. Then, in the next shot, I was all chained up, and gagged with a large erection pointing the way. The next few shots, showed me squatting down, with a finger in my bum, and then with a butt plug sticking half out of it. Finally, for that collection was the base of plug nestled right up tight in my bum. The spanking machine was next, and there was a good shot of me smiling as I locked myself down. I didn't look so happy in the next one, due to the blurred rubber paddles that were sticking my bum. The final pictures on the camera's memory, displaying my bum getting redder and redder and, if you looked really, really closely, there was the swollen end of my willy, pointing out from between my kneeling legs, dripping down onto the board. I could only hope, Rocco wouldn't notice that, or, if he did, that he wouldn't think too much off it.

Chapter Sixteen
Back to the Future

The games on the farm would have continued like that too, had the summer not come to an end, and for us boys to return home and our separate schools. We didn't know it during the summer, but I'd been transferred to a new school on the other side of town, my parents not having told me so I would be able to enjoy the summer, which, I guess was the right thing to do in the long run.

Anyway, as time passed I saw less and less of Rocco and Lukas, until I didn't see them at all, which naturally left me alone with my thoughts and thankful that I'd gone against Rocco's suggestion, and brought some of the toys home from the scout hut although, of course, I no longer had anyone to play the games with, so had to make do on my own.

And so we return to where we started with my finally able to carry out the mummy game on my own.

So there I was, fifteen years old, bound from head to foot in silver tape, tightly gagged, and plugged in the rear, and, having gone back over all the things I'd done in the past, with an erection that wasn't going to quit for anyone. Ever.

Over an hour had passed since I'd finished binding myself and that had been more than enough to enjoy all the sensations that it gave me, so, it was probably time to think of trying to escape from the cocoon I was in.

Trapped, face down on the floor, wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, as it meant I was laying almost completely on my prick which, was, very hard, and likely to stay that way, given that I couldn't actually rub myself off, on the floor, as I would have thought I could. In fact the tape was so tight that I couldn't even make that motion. Yet, even without being able to move, I was very, very hot as I was now discovering, duct tape doesn't breathe like skin, and doesn't let air through like clothes do.

I attempted a few things to get myself moving such as swinging my arms about, or bending my legs like a mermaid, only nothing really worked. My legs wouldn't bend at all. In fact the only thing I could do was to act like a snail at to arch my body, ever so slightly, which would, eventually, move me forward, a few millimetres at time.

It took over an hour for me to make my way like that out of the room I was in, down the corridor and to finally arrive where I'd left the keys. Then it was a none to simple matter of rolling myself over so I could actually pick them up. Thankfully I hadn't left them on the table, as was my first idea, as even though the table was low, there was no way I'd be able to reach them bound as I was. In the end though, the table came in handy as I used it to sort of tip myself over, until I rolled over onto my back. This wasn't any more comfortable than it had been on my front, as my hands were bound there. Still, feeling around with my fingers I was able to locate the key for the handcuffs and a few minutes of blind fumbling later, the cuffs sprung open and I was loose. However, before I freed the rest of my body there was something I just had to do first.

It was something of an anticlimax given everything that had gone before it. Not that actually orgasm itself, that was remarkable, and I doubt I'd had anything like it on my own before, but that was the problem, I was on my own and even before what felt like a gallon of cum was drying inside the multi-layered tape, I was feeling rather disappointed. Still that didn't stop me from having another wank before I started getting free.

Thankfully, removing the tape was a much faster process than putting it on, given that I could now use scissors to just cut it off. First I made a few slits near my head, and then working down, enjoying the sensation of my body finally being able to relax as the tension was released. And, eventually I was once more free.

There was, however, one thing that I didn't remove and that was the butt plug which stayed right where it was as I wasn't finished with my weekend of games, but before I could move on I needed to return to my room, and then I'd clear up the results from my first game, and start thinking about the next one.

I often wondered what anyone would have thought had they turned up at the house that weekend, expecting to see a long haired teenage boy, no doubt living like a slob while his parents away, only to find he wasn't there. In his place, with the house exceptionally neat and tidy, was a little cub scout, who while having clearly grown out of his little short-trousered uniform, didn't look a day over eleven. Of course, he would be walking a little funny, and had some strange marks around his wrists, that his too small jersey didn't cover, and there were often slap marks on his legs, but other than that everything looked okay. Didn't it.

The End