ABOUT BEING TIED UP

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 1 ]

Experimenting

I was a very unusual kid growing up. For some reason or another, being tied up or tying up my brother always fascinated me. It started when I was about eight or so, when my twin brother and I started to fool around (not sexually, of course, not yet). I had him pinned down with my knees on his shoulders, and was thumping him on the chest with my knuckle. He screamed like a baby, and I was teasing him about it. Our mom yelled at us to keep it quiet, so I let him up, much to my disappointment. You see, our mom didn’t care what we did, as long as it was quiet. Her soaps were more important than anything. They still are.

Kyle had a funny look on his face, like he was also disappointed, also. It was as if our fun was cut short. I asked him what was wrong. He shrugged and answered.

“It was kinda fun, Karl.”

“What, being held down?” He nodded. “Well…, you wanna do it again?” He grinned and nodded. So, I tackled him and started the torture again. And, like clockwork, at the first sign of enjoyment, our mom quelled the noise with another yell.

“If you keep making noise, I’ll gag you,” I said with him still pinned under me. He got real still with a wide-eyed look at me. Without any other thought, I grabbed a sock (clean, of course) and stuffed it in his mouth. He squealed, but very little sound came out; problem solved. He tried to spit it out, but I was there to keep it in place. Then the idea came to use the other sock to tie it around his head to keep the sock in his mouth.

Then a brainstorm hit me. With him secured under me, I reached under the bed for the jump-rope that was kept there. Being in the cub scouts, both of us were very adapt at making knots. The only thing was getting out of them was a real challenge.

With the gag in place, I flipped him over onto his stomach, and pulled his arms behind his back. He struggled a lot, but I had the advantage of size and position. Even though we are twins, I am a little larger than Kyle, plus I was sitting on top of him.

While kneeling on his shoulders at his armpits, I pulled his wrists back and wrapped the rope once around the right wrist, then around the left in a kind of a figure eight pattern. The ends were tied together with a tight square knot, leaving him fit to be tied (Sorry, couldn’t resist).

He kicked his legs trying to get to me, but that was easily solved. His leather belt was lying on his bed, just begging to be used on him. I crossed his ankles, and wrapped the belt around them twice to bring the two ends together, and buckled them, leaving no slack to move with. Now he looked like an eel out of water while he was struggling to get loose.

Now I could take my time with the next phase. I retrieved my own jump rope from the closet and approached him without him seeing me. I sat on his legs to get control of them, and tied one end of the rope to the belt, then the other was looped around the jump rope tied to his wrists. After pulling it tight, I wrapped the loose end around his ankles, and tied it off to the belt. The boy was effectively hogtied.

“Try to get out of that, Kyle,” I stated with immense satisfaction.

He did try to escape, but the knots were too good. After a few minutes, Kyle accidentally rolled to his side, and I saw his little boner poking out. His shorts made a nice teepee.

“You got a boner, you got a boner,” I taunted him, causing his face to go even redder than it was during his escape attempt. He tried to roll back onto his belly, but couldn’t quite manage the leverage. I soon got tired of taunting him, and wondered if he ever pulled his weenie like I had discovered recently. I slid off the bed and moved towards him.

He tried to move away from me, thinking I was going to increase his bondage, or something. I moved my hand to the button of his shorts, and pulled it open. In the same motion, I unzipped his fly, pulling his shorts all the way apart. I pulled his shorts down, and rubbed my hand on his stiffie through his briefs. His member got even harder, telling me he liked what I was doing to him.

After playing with it for a few minutes, I slipped my hand under the waistband and really started playing with him. I stroked it for a couple of times, and his breathing increased. He started bucking his hips in rhythm to my strokes. Soon I had him panting hard through the sock gag, just begging to feel the explosion of an orgasm. Just as he was about to cum, I stopped my stroking and allowed the feeling to subside.

He groaned and I took a second to look at his face. He had a pleading look on it; begging to have me finish him. Once he was settled back down, I started back to stroking him. His breath increased again, and his hips began to hump back and forth. Once again, I stopped short of his goal. And he whimpered out another groan.

He was my plaything, and I wasn’t finished having fun with him. He tried to roll onto his stomach again, to try to get the floor to help, but I was not going to allow that to happen. Every time he tried to roll up, I pushed his legs and arms back down again. The boy was in agony.

I built him up and let him down for another three times before allowing him to cum. His whole body tensed up and I saw his eyes roll back in his head as feelings that were too intense flood through him. Of course the orgasm was a dry one; we didn’t start making semen for another four years, so no mess had to be cleaned up.

When Kyle had recovered enough to be coherent, I was smiling at him as he looked down at me. He grinned as best as he could through the gag. I reached up and took the gag off him.

“Feel good?”

“Heck, yeah, it did. How did you know that would happen?”

“I been doing that for a while, now. I was just never tied up when I did it. You want out?”

He nodded, so I untied him. Just as I finished untying him and he had pulled up his shorts, our mom walked in the room. She claimed she was checking on us, but it had to be a commercial break, and needed to use the bathroom. She left the room with a shrug to head back to the living room and the TV. Kyle and I snickered at each other as she left. If she had walked in five minute before, the whole scene would have turned out differently.

“You know, we probably got another hour or so before she moves again, and I do owe you one,” Kyle said. I turned and he had a slight gleam in his eye, and he tackled me to the floor. I was caught unprepared, and he got the right amount of leverage to get on top of me.

With a great deal of effort, he pulled me over to our set of bunk beds. He grabbed my right wrist and tied it to one of the legs of the bed with one of the ropes. I tried to stop him, but before I made any real headway with the knot, he grabbed the free wrist and tied it to the other leg of the bed with the other rope. I kicked at him, but made little progress with that attempt.

He reached down, undid my own shorts and underpants, and pulled them down to my ankles, leaving me totally bare. My own dick responded by getting hard, also. The belt was tied around my shorts at my ankles then way I had done to him. I moved to curl up my legs to my chest, but he would have none of that.

He took a metal clothes hanger from the closet and snagged the hook through the belt, and pulled downward towards the leg of our desk. He pulled the hanger out straight and was just able to get the leg of the desk through the long loop of it. I tried to pull my legs up, but the desk was too heavy to move. Now I was at his mercy, and he had less than I did.

First, the sock gag was placed over my mouth, and another sock was used to blind my eyes. He tickled me almost to the point of pissing myself. I could feel my rock hard dick bouncing around on my stomach as the torture of his fingers made me jump around. When the tickling was done, he moved on to other tortures.

Without warning, something warm and wet covered my hard-on. It took me a while before I realized that it was Kyle’s mouth that had encompassed my little stiff prick. His lips moved up and down the shaft and I could feel the sides of his mouth massage it as well. He took me to the brink of cumming, and then stopped his ministrations. If my hands weren’t tied tight, I would have choked him. I knew what was coming next. He was going to do the same thing to me that I had done to him. He was going to make it last forever before he allowed me to finish.

I got another surprise. He stopped altogether, and I heard him get up and leave the room. It was several minutes before he returned. I heard him fold himself up and plant himself next to me, getting comfortable. He touched me with his left hand on my stomach then moved it northward to my left nipple. He rubbed the nipple until it was hard then something wooden pinched it, HARD! It hurt like hell, but the effect on my cock was instantaneous. He didn’t leave my right nipple out of the torture either. The same thing was done, and it felt like an electrical surge shot through my chest.

I squirmed like a wildcat trying to get the clothespins off my sore nipples, but they were on too well. He didn’t just plant them there and leave them. Once I started to settle down, Kyle began to pull and twist them in different directions. He started to stroke my cock again, combining pain and pleasure. It was enough to send me into orbit and put me through hell. I loved every second of it. Within seconds I felt my whole body explode into infinity as the most powerful orgasm of my short life rocked my world.

“So, you like playing games, do you?” A female voice stated from our doorway.