ABOUT BEING TIED UP

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 5 ]

The Afternoon

I must have fallen asleep somehow, because I awoke as someone was untying the ropes from my ankles that held my twin’s balls prisoner. The ropes holding my ankles together were left alone. It was a woman, but it wasn’t our mom; this woman’s hands had nails. For some reason, our mom kept her nails short.

She unwrapped the rope holding the plunger to my stomach then loosened the ropes holding my hands behind my back. She retied my hands together as Mom had done it earlier that day, leaving the loose ends hanging down to my feet. The fishing line that held my nipples to my brother’s collar were the next to be untied. I almost collapsed to the floor when both of the lines were undone. She laid me down on the floor then went back to my brother. I heard her dragging him past me back to the kitchen.

After some shuffling around with him, she returned to me. She dragged me to the kitchen as she had done to my twin; by the tied wrists. She picked me up and stood me on the same chair that held me captive earlier. She turned me back around and sat me down as my mom had done that morning.

This lady tied us up exactly as our mom had done before her breakfast. Our feet and ankles were retied to the rungs and legs of the chairs. The blindfolds, gags, and collars were reattached together. Our testicles were restrung together as well as our cocks restretched up to the collars. The ropes were replaced around our chests, and the ropes holding in the buttplugs were again tied to the back of the chairs. The clothespins were left to the last, bringing a renewed pain to our chests.

After she retraced everything our mom had done, I felt one of the woman’s hands wrap around my stretched penis. It was already swollen and hard so she didn’t take any time getting me ready for her. Her cooling hand moved masterfully up and down my shaft, and at long last, I was able to cum. The orgasm shook my entire eight year old body, and I knew it caused a little pain to both of our nutsacks, but I didn’t care. It felt great to finally release the pent up feeling.

When she was finished with me, she also walked around and did the same molestation to my sibling. As he came, the tension pulled my balls back as well, and pain erupted once again. She washed her hands, took two pictures, and left us alone.

The only signs that anything had changed were the marks on our asses. I know the belt left some marks; I could almost feel them on my skin.

We were alone again, though, with only our thoughts and an occasional groan from one of us to keep us company. I wished someone would come and rescue us from this torment. Rescue didn’t come for an eon, though. No one else visited us again until I heard the car pull into the driveway. The kitchen door opened and I heard Mom’s keys land on the table.

“Right where I left you, boys,” she started off saying. “That’s so good of you two to behave yourselves. You haven’t moved an inch.” Again she snickered at her own little joke. “Ready to get out?”

As each of us tried to nod, we got nowhere fast, but I think she understood. I felt her fingers move up and down my legs then around my buttocks. Then she removed the tape from our hands. The end had to be here.

All of the ropes were removed, and the ball gags taken out of our mouths. When the blindfolds were removed, I had to squint for a few minutes to let my eyes get readjusted to the light. When I could see again, she was standing between me and Kyle as if nothing ever happened. The only things we still had on were the collars, the twine pulling our cocks upwards, and the buttplugs inside our asses. I hunched over to allow some slack in the small rope. She took the hint and removed each of the twines, but not the collars. I reached up to take mine off, and she stopped me.

“No, Karl. You leave the collars on for the rest of the day,” she explained.

“But, Mom, after all we’ve been through…,” I started, but Kyle slightly shook his head, no.

“After all you’ve been through? Being tied up for a day was not a big deal, Karl. It could have gone on longer or there could have been more things done than a simple tie up. Besides, you did have fun, didn’t you?”

We both looked at each other, and sheepishly nodded.

“Good, now, why don’t you two go get dressed and play outside until dinner?”

“What about these things, Mom?” Kyle asked pointing to his backside.

“You leave the buttplugs in also, Son. Now, go get dressed, you don’t have a whole lot of time before dinner.”

We went to our room, walking a little gingerly. We stopped into the bathroom as both of us had a wicked pee. It seemed like we stood there for an hour and let loose the two yellow streams. When we inspected our butts, not one mark was found.

“How did that happen? I thought for sure our butts would have red lines on them,” I inquired.

“Me too. Maybe that burning cream helped it somehow.”

I shrugged back. We got dressed in shorts, shoes and t-shirts and went out to play with our next-door neighbors until dinner. It was like nothing happened. We played like normal kids for the rest of the day.

When we came in for dinner, most of the pain and soreness was gone. Dad was home, with a guest; Uncle Billy. Both Kyle and I liked our mom’s brother. He always played games with us in our room, although never touched us in a weird way, so we always felt safe around him.

Dinner was painfully normal and dull, with the adults talking about adult stuff. We tried to get Uncle Billy to come to our room to play a board game, but Mom was talking non-stop with him. It seems he just flew into town for the weekend as was leaving on Monday morning.

That evening, we were watching TV lying on our stomachs on the floor, while the adults sat on the couch and continued with adult stuff.

The one thing I picked up on was that neither Dad nor Uncle Billy was surprised by the presence of collars around our necks. Neither one said a word about them. Kyle agreed with me that it was strange for them not to say anything about them, but never paid it another thought.

We took our bath at about eight o’clock (with the buttplugs in) together. We paid special attention to each other’s cocks while washing. Uncle Billy walked in while things were just heating up again between the two of us, and we threw the curtain to hide ourselves.

“Aw, now guys don’t be shy. I have the same things you have,” he teased, but didn’t move the curtain. It wasn’t the front view we were worried about; it was the presence of the buttplugs that concerned us the most.

When he finished his business with the toilet, he started to leave when I called him back.

“Could you get Mom for us, Uncle Billy?” I asked him.

“Sure thing, Kyle,” he said, and left.

“Karl, you nitwit,” I said under my breath.

Mom walked in and I asked her about using the bathroom with the plug inside. She said to take it out, use the toilet, and then to replace it back inside. We had to keep it in all night. I jumped out and got to the toilet before Kyle ever moved. It seemed nasty to do it, but I pulled on the buttplug. Nothing happened. I pulled a little harder, and it was too painful to go on.

I was almost in tears, now. I had to ‘go’ something fierce, but this stupid thing wouldn’t come out.

“Need some help?” Kyle asked. I nodded. He climbed out of the tub and had me bend over my legs. “Pull apart your buttcheeks, it might help.” I nodded and did as he said. He gripped the end of the plug, and pulled. It hurt like hell, but it came out.

I did my own business with the porcelain god then looked mournfully at the tool that had to go back in my rectum. It had some shit on it, and I wasn’t going to wash it off with my hands. Kyle suggested using the tissue. It worked enough to get it clean. I bent over again as Kyle had to be the one to put it back inside; it hurt too much for me to do it myself. The same exact procedure had to be done with Kyle and his anal ‘friend’.

After our baths, we walked quickly to our bedroom with the towels wrapped around us and pulled our underwear up before anyone walked in the room. We played a board game for a few minutes until our mom walked in and told us it was bedtime. We both climbed onto the top bunk, facing the doorway, with our butts to the wall. She told us good night, and kissed each of us. Our dad did the same thing, and then Uncle Billy walked inside to do bid us good night as well.

“Good night, guys,” he said, and we echoed the salutations. When he got to the door, he stopped and turned back to us with one final comment. “Now, remember, boys, you did promise to do anything…” and then he was gone.

More to cum in the future if interest is present.