BABY SITTER: BOY VERSION

BY OCTAVE

[ part 3 ]

Finally, Brianna returned. "So, are you boys ready to be untied, or do you want more?" We all mumbled into our gags, our inability to tell her what we wanted bringing a smile to her face. "This is the way I like to see boys. Silent, and not able to move. So, I will ask you again, this time just asking one question at a time. Are you boys ready to be untied and free?" I noticed her brothers shaking their heads no, so I joined in.

"You want to be retied somewhere else?" The three of us emphatically nodded our heads yes. So she came over to us and untied our feet from our hands, then hobbled our feet with a one foot piece of rope. She formed leashes for each of us and tightened the slip knot around each of our genitals and held on to the ends of the rope and virtually pulled us roughly down the stairs. We had to be careful so as not to trip and fall. She led us through the living room, dining room and kitchen, then down to the basement.

"I looked around down here. You have great rafters. I am going to take you one at a time and tie you each to them, and I have just the place so you can almost face each other."

She led me first, untied my hands from behind my back, retied them in front, then took the rope ends and pulled my hands up as far as they could go, literally making me stand on my tip toes, and tied off the rope. She then retied my feet together as tightly as she could. She then did each of her brothers the same way, Shawn to one side of me, Mark to the other, them facing each other, with me kind of to their sides, but far enough back we could look at each other with no trouble. The gags had remained all this time, and still they remained. She just left us without saying anything. Then she took the ends of the genital leashes and tied one end to each of the other two’s genitals, so our cocks and balls pulled toward the other two. We struggled, but she really knew how to tie us up.

Being forced on my tiptoes made my arms ache. It must have been two hours when she was back down standing among the three of us.

"Are you boys ready to eat some late lunch?"

We all nodded, really hungry.

"OK. One at a time I am going to untie your hands, and then retie them behind you. I will hobble your feet again, and leave your genitals tied just like they are, then take you upstairs where I will tie you."

She took us up all at the same time. When we got upstairs she retied us, our genitals tugging hard against the others as we were tied on our knees, with our hands behind our backs and to our ankles which she retied together. She removed our gags and placed blindfolds on us.

"There is to be no talking. If you do, I will smack your bottoms with a paddle I have brought. Little boys need to be seen and not heard." She paused. I heard her doing something, but not certain what. I smelled what I thought was spaghetti. I heard bowls being placed on the floor.

"In front of each you on the floor is a bowl of FrancoAmerican® spaghetti. You have to bend over to eat. As you know, you can't use your hands. You are worse off than a dog, in that a dog can at least move around. Eat hearty, boys."

As I ate, I could feel the spaghetti sauce getting all over the outside of my mouth, my cheeks, my nose. I wondered what I looked like. I wondered what they looked like! It wasn't long before I was through, my hunger now quelled. I wondered what was next. I lifted myself up onto my heels, not knowing what else to do. I felt a damp rag on my face. Brianna must have been washing off the spaghetti sauce.

She replaced the ball gags, and this time put a collar around our necks. She released our ankles, only to hobble them. I felt a tug on my collar.

"You are now leashed. I want you to stay on your knees." We obeyed her. She tugged on my collar, and I was forced to follow her, the brothers forced to follow me because our genitals were still tied, and becoming very painful, my ability to move on my knees foreshortened by the hobble rope on my ankles. I don't know where she took us, but it felt like the living room because I felt the carpet underneath me. She removed the hobbles but retied my ankles securely, tied my hands to my feet so I was leaning slightly backwards, and remained blindfolded and gagged. She did something with her brothers in the way they were made to kneel, in that I felt the tug of my genital leash, and realized that it was being attached to the collars of her brothers, as theirs were to mine and to each others. We were so close I could feel their sides touching mine in a triangle of flesh.