ABOUT BEING TIED UP

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 3 ]

An Education

We woke up the next day with sunlight streaming in our faces and our mom looking at our naked bodies lying together, intertwined.

“Good morning you two,” she said with a smile on her face. “Don’t bother getting dressed; just follow me into the kitchen.” She was already showered and dressed for the day, looking like she did when she was going to leave the house.

We climbed out of the top bunk and hit the ground thinking the worst was about to happen. I was thinking that it was time to pay our dues for the other day’s fun.

We followed our mom into the kitchen where two chairs sat back-to-back. Kyle and I looked at each other, puzzled by this set-up. Mom didn’t waist any time explaining it to us.

“I am going to tie the two of you up for the whole day,” she said. We couldn’t believe our ears. My little member started waking up after hearing that; so did Kyle’s.

“You’re not goin’ to punish us for the other day?” Kyle asked.

“No, silly. You were just having a little fun, and I want to help you have fun. You see, my brother, your Uncle Billy, used to tie me up when I was about your age, also. I’m going to show you how to do it right. Now, do either of you need to pee before we start?”

Both of us nodded, so she sent us to the bathroom. When we finished, we ran back to the kitchen, with our cocks slapping against our legs. When the two of us got back to the kitchen, she was waiting for us.

She had two scarves rolled up in her hands. She told each of us to turn around and wait. First, she placed two handkerchiefs over our eyes then tied the scarves around our heads to keep them in place.

“Open,” she said as something hard touched my lips. I opened my mouth, and a ball was forced inside with ropes going around my head to secure it. I reached forward to touch myself, and she slapped my hand away.

“Do that again, Karl, and you won’t cum for the entire day,” she warned. I didn’t know what “cum” was, but I did as I was told anyway. “Don’t move, Karl. I’m going to tie up your brother first.”

I waited. I placed my hands behind my back to make sure I wasn’t tempted to play with myself. The wait seemed to last forever. I heard her move and him grunt as he was being tied to the chair. At one point, I heard her tell him to slide down, and then I heard what sounded like a muffled scream.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Kyle. It isn’t that big.” I heard her chastise him. A few moans of discomfort from him, some struggles, and a few squeals, but no more screams. I kept wondering what she was going to do to me. I was sure whatever it was, Kyle had gotten the same.

A few more agonizing minutes passed then I felt her grab my arm and lead me to the other chair. She led me to stand on the seat of it while she tied my wrists together with a length of rope. She tied my wrists better than Kyle had done on that other day. She wrapped the rope around several times then pulled the excess through my arms to hand down behind me. She backed me up and pulled my arms back and over the back of the chair, and then pulled my arms down to have the armpits where they were just above resting on it. My hands bumped into Kyle’s arm on the way down; he was tied the same way I was going to be.

Once Mom had tied the excess rope to the bottom rung of the chair, she moved something underneath my bottom then also told me to slide down. I did. Something hard pushed against my anus. I stopped sliding downward. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed, hard! I let loose a scream of my own as the instrument broke through my sphincter muscle. She chastised me the same way she did Kyle, and forced me down even lower. I now knew what had made Kyle scream earlier. Whatever it was that had invaded me, was going to go even further inside. The further down she pushed, the wider the thing got, and the more pain shot through my rectum. I squirmed, trying to get away from the assaulting missile, but my mom had me, and there was nowhere to go.

When she had stopped forcing me down, it was to the point where my armpits were resting on the back of the chair; she then retied the rope securing my wrists. She had stopped pushing me down, but then went under me and pushed the missile upwards, spearing me further. Just as I thought the invader was going to split me in half, it popped inside then got smaller, and less painful.

I was now firmly in place, with a buttplug inside my asshole, and definitely not going anywhere. A rope was tied around my waist, just below my chest, tying my body to the chair. With that holding me there, she grabbed my left ankle, and pulled it down to rest on the side rung of the chair. A rope was wrapped around the ankle, and tied off to each of the two legs on that side. Mom then did the same with the other ankle. Another roped was passed under the chair to pull the two ankles together, making it totally impossible to move either leg. A thinner piece of rope was used to tie my feet to the rungs of the chair. Another rope was used to pull my knees together as much as humanly possible. About the only thing I could move now, was my head and hands, but she had a plan for those as well.

She had me put my palms together, and Kyle’s hands were placed over mine. I heard a couple of ripping sounds then tape was wrapped around our hands, sticking them together. I struggled to use my head to get out, which was a total waist of energy. She had another plan for our heads, though. A collar was placed around our necks then linked together. Then she linked both the scarves and ballgags together, so if our heads were going to move, they were going to move as a unit.

I felt her walk away and return, and start playing with my nipples to get them hard. I knew was coming next. Sure enough, pain shot through the left nipple as a clothespin was attached, followed by the right one. I squealed after each attachment. She pulled on each clothespin, causing me to squirm from the added pain. Then she let go of the clothespins, causing them to snap back to my chest, and then pulled on them again. She did this for about six or seven more times. She walked around to Kyle and from his sounds and actions, she was doing the same thing to him.

Meanwhile, I took an inventory of my aching body. My armpits hurt from bearing pretty much my whole weight, my nipples hurt from the abuse, and my asshole was still sore at being stretched so widely. The weird thing was that my dick was pretty much sticking straight out like a flagpole on the side of a building. Even through all the pain and discomfort, I found that I liked the feelings it gave off.

It was not even an hour since my mom put the blindfold on, but it already seemed like noon. This was going to be a very long, long day.

When she was finished playing with my twin, she stepped back in front of me. My nipples got another squeeze and pull, but my dick also got a pull from my mom. Her hand was slippery, like she had put soap or oil on her hands. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, while the other one played with the clothespins pinching my nipples. Within mere minutes, she had me climax for her. My body tensed and another earth-shattering explosion rocked my young world. Through a hazed mind, I heard her walk behind me and do the same for Kyle.

She wasn’t finished binding either of us up, though. There was still one thing left to tie up; my cock and balls. A piece of twin was wrapped around the head of my softening cock, and was pulled upward. The other end of the twine was put through the ring on the collar, and pulled tight. My little cock was stretched to its limits, and she pulled a little more. I couldn’t move my head forward anymore, due to being tied off to Kyle’s head. I was in sheer agony, but I also really liked the feeling.

She walked between the chairs and pulled my left nut down and wrapped the same type of twine around it a couple of times, tying it off with a square knot. She did the same with the right nut, then pulled them in opposite directions. I could feel her doing the same thing to Kyle behind me. After she was done with him, I felt a tug at both twines, as she pulled me back to the chair even further. I tried to pull away, but pain erupted from my balls and Kyle squealed. I heard him move, and again a pain came from the same area. She had tied our nuts together through the back of the chairs. And she had tied them really, really tight, so if either one of us moved our lower bodies, both of us would feel the pain.

Not a single part of our bodies were left unbounded. We got what we wanted, I guess, but I never imagined she would take it this far, or I would feel this good about this much pain.

“Now, boys, I’m going to have a bit of breakfast. You enjoy yourselves with your game,” she said then walked away.

I could smell her cooking her food. It smelled delicious. I was hoping she would share it with us, as both of our stomachs were growling. I know she heard it; I could hear Kyle’s stomach growling. I had never known her to withhold food from us before.

“You boys must be hungry, but as part of this game, food is off limits while you’re tied. So, you’ll just have to survive without it.”

She finished cooking the meal. It was a helping of eggs and sausage with some toast and melted butter. It was amazing how much I could smell being blindfolded. She sat at the kitchen table and ate it right in front of us, denying us the same pleasure. It seemed like it took her forever to eat that meal. She finished it off with a cup of hot coffee, and then walked back over to her captives.

With her masterful skill, she played with my nipples and cock again, getting it to grow fatter. The twine bit into the flesh, and my own erection was causing me pain. I tried to get her to stop, but any move I made caused mine and Kyle’s nuts to hurt. I had to sit there and take the pain as she continued her manipulations of my pecker. After treating both my nipples to more pain by twisting the pins a couple of times, she reached down and started pulling and pushing on the missile that was still planted in my rectum.

She would pull it out past the widest point, and then plunge it back inside me. It caused pain that had dulled down to rekindle. My asshole was stretched and restretched over and over again, until the pain was replaced with a different type of pleasure. It helped me build to a more powerful climax. This was the highest peak of pleasure I had reached so far, and I screamed my release into my ball gag. Of course there was no rest for my stretched-out cock. It had to stay bound to the collar around my neck.

When she was finished, I felt another rope against my skin. The question, “now what,” went blazing through my mind. The last rope was used to tie off the buttplug. She tied an end to the back of the chair then pulled it thru my legs, and between my stretched nuts. Mom then wrapped it around the opposite leg at the connection to my hip. The rope was passed back thru my legs and nuts then over the other leg at the hip joint. One final pass was made with the rope thru my legs and nuts to be tied off to the chair’s backing above the first leg. The buttplug was going nowhere, no matter how hard I pushed.

Mom walked behind me and started the same molestations on my twin. I sat there in my bondage and listened to him squeal and moan through what our mom was doing to him. A couple of times he would flinch, bringing pain to both of our nutsacks. Finally, after several minutes of her working on him, his body tensed, he vibrated through probably the same level of orgasm I had just experienced. When he had calmed down, Mom did the same with the plug that was in his asshole. With them secured in our rectums, she walked over to the sink and washed her hands then spoke to us again. It was words I’ll never forget.