LITTLE TIMMY

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Little 5-year-old Timmy was always asking questions, questions most 5 year olds might ask – why is the sky blue, why does the grass grow, where does the sun go when it sets, etc. So many, in fact, that his mother quite often became exasperated, but she never showed it, just went about finding out the answer. But quite often, he would ask a question that even Plato might have reason to pause and think.

But today, it was an easy question. Timmy’s mom was washing the breakfast dishes when Timmy, wearing only cut-off jeans shorts, padded into the kitchen and, out of the blue, asked, “Mom, what is it like to be tied up?”

His mom paused in her dishwashing, and turned to look at him, a very serious look on his face. “Now, what made you ask that?”

“Well, I’m always seeing all these people on the TV being tied up, and I just wondered what it would be like.”

She stopped washing dishes, rinsed and dried her hands, and squatted down to look him square in the face. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah, mom, I do.”

“And how long do you think you should be tied up?”

“All day!” he squealed in delight.

“Very well. I will get the ropes and tie you up. First, let’s take a kitchen chair into the living room.” Mom got a high-backed wooden chair, with no arms, and carried it into the living room.

“While I’m gone to get the ropes, take off your shorts. You must be naked to be tied up.”

“But mom, they aren’t naked on the TV?”

“But that isn’t real life, is it? This is. And you must be naked when I get back.” Mom left, and Timmy pulled off his shorts as ordered. He sat down on the chair, his small backside feeling the coolness of the hard wooden seat. Shortly mom returned.

“OK. Now, I want you to stand up in the chair, but be very careful. Then I want you to put your hands behind your back.”

Little Timmy obeyed, and mom proceeded to wrap lots of rope around his little wrists, around and through, wrapping it from above his wrist bones down to the heels of his palms, and tied it off tightly.

“Now, I want you to sit down, but I am going to hold your arms so they will be over the back of the chair. When you can’t go down any more, I will stop you, to see how far above the seat your bottom is.”

With this accomplished, his bare bottom was still several inches above the seat. Perfect, mom thought. She pulled the ends left over from his wrists to the run at the bottom and back of the chair, and tied them off. Now, he couldn’t get away, even if he wanted to. His little mind reeled at actually being naked and tied up. He wanted more.

“Are you going to tie me up more, mommy?”

“Oh yes, I am. I want you to put your feet down on either side of the chair.” Timmy obeyed. His feet were able to rest on the side rungs of the chair. Mommy took first his left ankle, wrapped lots of rope around it and tied one end to the front left leg of the chair, the other end to the back leg. She repeated the procedure with his right ankle. Then she took another piece of rope and tied one end around his left ankle, ran it under the chair and pulled on it snugly, the tied it to his right ankle. This left his feet completely immobile.

“Are you done yet, mommy?”

“No, honey, not yet.”

“What are you going to do to me now?”

Mommy didn’t answer, just placed two socks on his eyes, and with a third kept them on by tying it behind his head, a simple blindfold that left him totally blind.

“Wow, mommy, that feels good! I can’t move or see. Are you going to do anything else?”

“Just a few more things. First, this. I want you to open your mouth as wide as you can for me.”

Timmy did just that, and when he did mommy stuffed two knots tied in the middle of a long sock into his mouth, pushed it in as far in as it would go, then tied it behind his head.

“Mmmph,” was all Timmy could say.

“Now, I am going to do several more things to you.” She then took another rope and began to wrap it around his tiny cock and balls and, when they seemed to disappear within the rope, pulled the ends back and tied them to his wrists. She watched as his little penis became erect. Finally, she very carefully played with his small nipples until they rose at her touch, then allowed clothespins to close over them. He screamed.

She wrapped rope around his upper body, pulling his arms even tighter against the back of the chair, and tied it off. She found an enema nozzle and inserted it into his anus, then tied a rope around his waist, pulling the ends tightly down his butt crack to hold in the nozzle, pulled the ropes against his already bound cock and balls, crossed the rope ends just above his bound genitals, and tied them off to his waist rope. She took two shorter ropes and tied his big toes to the rungs of the chair that he stood on. She wrapped a rope around his neck, pulled it snugly until they pulled his head backward and she tied the ends off to his wrists. She took more rope and tied each finger, then tied all the fingers together and tied the ends off at the wrist ropes. Now, Timmy was completely immobile and helpless. She knew how to tie up boys. Her father used to tie her up all the time starting at about age 5, and she would tie up her younger brother as they got older. She was about 8 when she started tying him up at 5. Yes, she knew very well how to tie up a boy.

“That’s all I am going to do to you, except maybe this once in a while while you are tied up.” And she reached through the back of the chair and found his little anus, and pulled the enema nozzle in and out a few times, letting the tight rope snap it back inside his little butt hole. Timmy moved as best he could, feeling sensations down there he had never felt before, but realized how good they felt.

“I will leave you now to try to get yourself untied. Have fun, Timmy. Bye.”

Mommy returned to the kitchen as Little Timmy sounded out several soft mmmmphs, which of course she ignored. Mommy finished the breakfast dished, cleaned off the counters, and brewed some nice hot tea and sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. She could see her son trying to wiggle out of his bonds, but he couldn’t even wiggle effectively.

She finished her tea and returned to the living room, and stood in front of Little Timmy. She looked at his 2” erect penis, and took it in hand. She began to pump it. With her other hand she grabbed the enema nozzle and began to move it in and out. She watched Little Timmy as he shuddered. She knew she could make him orgasm. She had watched secretly as Timmy took a bath, watched him play with himself, watched him ejaculate into the bath water. She kept playing with him, rubbing her thumb over his cock head wet with his pre-cum, continued to move the nozzle in and out of his anus. Soon he came, his semen spurting onto the seat of the chair. He cried out several times and she continued to pump, making sure he spasmed several times, his cock pumping out the white liquid. She pulled her hands away, the nozzle resting back inside his rear hole, his cock still erect due to the strict bondage on it.

“I know you must have enjoyed that, Timmy. And you said you wanted to be tied up all day. Well, I’ve decided to allow just that. I will come over once in a while and check on you, but you must remain just as you are until bedtime. I am going to watch some TV. Of course, you can’t, because you’re blindfolded. But you can hear it. Enjoy being tied up.”

Mommy flopped down in her easy chair, brought up the footrest, and looked to see what was on cable. She heard Little Timmy begin to moan and groan through his gag. She glanced over at him, and noticed how his little body was bent at odd angles thanks to her severe ties. She didn’t notice that before. Her bondage put a strain on his back, his neck and head, his knees, his shoulders, his elbows, his upper body, his penis and testicles. All were at odd angles with just about every other part of his body, and she knew that by now, even only being tied up an hour, he must be in some pain. But because he asked for it, she didn’t care. She hadn’t cared when she had tie up her little brother naked either. She hadn’t cared when her father tied her up naked. So, she ignored his grunts and what seemed to be requests to be untied.

She turned on the TV, and watched most of the morning, had lunch, then watched most of the afternoon. Still Little Timmy “mmmphed” his pleas.

“Timmy, it’s mommy. I am going to play with you again. I notice your little cock is still hard, and your testicles seem to be turning a nice blue. Here we go again.”

This time, before she touched his genitals or the nozzle still stuck in his little asshole, she began to flick the clothespins still clamped on his nipples. Extremely sore now, Timmy yelled through his gag. It hurt like a hurt he had never before experienced. He couldn’t even move his chest around, being tied to the back of the chair like it was. He had to suffer the pain of his sore nipples. Mommy even went one better – she pulled the clothespins off his nipples (boy, did he really scream at that), then let them snap back on. Of course, he screamed again.

She grabbed his penis and just held it. It seemed to become just a little bit bigger. It began to seep the clear pre-cum again. Mommy squeezed it just behind the head as hard as she could, and just held on. Timmy moaned. She very slowly, while still squeezing his cock, began to move her hand back and forth. Timmy moaned some more. With her other hand she began to play with his almond sized balls. Again, Timmy moaned, and moaned some more. Mommy sped up. Little Timmy breathed faster. Mommy squeezed his balls, causing him to scream in pain. She rolled them around, now gently playing with them, and she sped up some more on pumping his cock. Of course, tied up as he was, as in her first masturbation of him, he couldn’t even move his hips back and forth. He could only wait and feel what mommy would do.

And what mommy did was to release his cock from the tight squeeze, and to begin normally pumping back and forth on it. She continued to play with his balls, and finally he squirted more semen onto the seat of the chair. She got down on her knees, her mouth now even with his penis, and took it into her mouth. She licked him clean, then began to use her mouth on him, still playing with his tiny balls. He came again, and mommy took it all in and swallowed it. She left him hanging just like that.

“Mommy is going to watch some more TV. I will untie you in a few hours. That way, you can be all tied up all day. OK?”

Little Timmy couldn’t even move his head, afraid he might choke himself. He hurt, all over. His little body ached at the strain put on him by the bondage. Mommy had made him cum three times now, and didn’t know if he could do it again. But the ropes around his cock and balls kept him in continuous erection, and it began to hurt, really bad. His balls ached from being tied all the time. His nipples were so sore, he wanted to cry. He couldn’t move his head. He tried, and all that did was make him choke. He tried to move his feet, but with his ankles tied the way they were, and his big toes tied to the chair, and his knees tied wide open, he couldn’t. His shoulders hurt where they were forced over the back of the chair. He was in so much pain, he was finding it to be really bad. He could only hope mommy would untie him soon. He heard the TV go on. He didn’t care. The pain he felt blocked out the TV. He began to cry. And yell.

Mommy ignored him. After another three hours, she finally began to untie him. When he was completely untied, he looked at all the rope marks on his naked body. She hoped that now he wouldn’t ask about being tied up again.

“Would you like mommy to give you a bath?”

“Yes, please, mommy.”

Mommy ran a warm bath with bubbles, put him in, and washed him off. She even masturbated him in the warm bath. He enjoyed that very much.

When she took him out of the tub and began to dry him off, he asked, “Mommy, when will you tie me up again like that?”