LITTLE TIMMY #2

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

[ part 1 ]

For the person who wanted to read another “Little Timmy” story. Hope you like it.

Just a few days later, after his severe bondage to the chair by his mother, he decided he really did want to be tied up again. He decided he enjoyed the feeling of not being able to move, to see, to talk, to protect himself. He trusted his mommy.

Once again, she was washing the breakfast dishes. Little Timmy walked into the kitchen, now completely naked. Since his being tied up, he could no longer stand clothes. His mother told him he could run around naked unless they had company, then he either had to put on at least a pair of shorts, or to stay in his room with the door shut. Well, 99% of the time he chose his room.

He watched her was dishes for a few minutes, then asked her, “Mommy, would you tie me up again?”

She stopped her washing, turned and looked at her little 5-year-old son. His little penis stood straight out in its now three-inch erection. “Didn’t my tying you up to the chair satisfy you?”

“No, I want to be tied up again. Please, mommy? Please?”

“All right, but again, you will be tied up all day. Is that fair?”

“Yes, mommy!” agreed Little Timmy.

“Very well, go wait in the living room while I get the things I need to tie you up again.”

Little Timmy bounded into the living room and sat on the couch until mommy came back with a paper sack.

“What’s in there, mommy?”

“Things to tie you up with very tightly. You asked for it, so you are going to get it.” Mommy sat on the couch as well. “Now, stand up and turn with your back to me, your hands behind your back, facing palm to palm.”

Little Timmy did as he was told. Mommy began to tie first his elbows, pulling then together with rope. She then wrapped the rope around his arms down to his wrists where she looped the ends several times, first one way, then the other, and tied the ends off. She told Timmy to make fists with his hands. She then took wide tape and bound his hands like that, then bound his hands together with more tape.

“How does that feel, Timmy?” mommy asked him

“That feels wonderful. But you are going to tie me up some more, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am.” She then pulled out the blindfold and gag, effectively blinding him and making him speechless. He could only make little grunts and soft moans. Next, she put a wide but small enough dog collar around his neck, the D-ring below his chin. She laid him on the floor and pulled his feet up between her legs. She proceeded to tie his ankles with lots of rope, again like his wrists, wrapping it one way then the other, tying it off after many wrappings. The ends she pulled toward his big toes, which she tied together very tightly. She then tied his legs both below and above his knees, then tied his thighs together.

She stood him up. His little penis now laid flaccid, his testicles soft and hanging low in their little sac. She took twine and wrapped it just below the head of his penis in the groove, and tied it off extremely tightly. She pulled the ends up and yanked them through the D-ring in the collar, and tied it off, his penis becoming erect, forced up to point at his chin. Lastly, she tied more rope around his little testicles, separating them as well, tying them off and leaving very long ends. She wrapped rope around his upper body, forcing his arms against his sides. She applied clothespins to his little nipples, causing him to cry out through his gag.

She took hold of the rope ends from his bound testicles, and made him jump from the living room and down the stairs to the basement. There, she laid him on his stomach for a moment, long enough to hog-tie him, his ankles touching his wrists, his little body bowed by the severe hog-tie. She rolled him over, threw the two rope ends from his bound testicles over a large pipe, one end one way, the other end the opposite way, and pulled on them until Little Timmy was forced to push up with his toes and shoulders, then pulled a little more. Any relaxation on Little Timmy’s part would cause certain pain in his testicles. She tied the rope off.

“There you go, Timmy. Enjoy yourself in your bondage. I will check on you in a little while.”

He heard her walk up the basement stairs. He was alone. He hurt. His balls burned from the bondage, burned from being pulled up taught. He couldn’t let his body down, because the ropes would pull on his testicles even worse. He began to cry. How long would mommy leave him here like this? Surely not all day . . .