ABOUT BEING TIED UP II

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 6 ]

It seems there is an interest after all, so we continue with Kyle and Karl…

Uncle Billy’s Room

Waking up the next morning didn’t sit too well with me and Kyle, mainly because of the buttplugs still buried in our assholes. The other reason that things were skewed was the revelation of Uncle Billy from last night. Saying what he did informed us that it was him that had torn into our buttocks’ and balls with the flyswatter and belt.

Both of us were still a little sore, and not moving too easily, but we made our way off the top bunk and into the bathroom for our morning pee. After emptying our bladders into the toilet we oozed into the kitchen. Our mom and uncle were sitting at the table talking; I guess Dad had gone to work, as usual.

“Good morning, boys,” Mom started off with a more-than-usual chipper voice. “Breakfast?” We nodded in unison. She poured us each a bowl of our favorite cold cereal (at the time, ‘Cocoa Puffs’) then reengaged Uncle Billy in conversation. She told him that she had some more ‘errands’ to run and asked if he could look after us for the day. He was, understandably, delighted. Kyle and I looked at each other; both of us had eyes wide as saucers.

In the past, we would cheer about spending the day with our uncle, but since last night, things had changed. Both of us had the feeling we were in for it. We spent the rest of our meal in silence wondering what was going to happen to us.

Our mom left the house later to run her so-called errands. After yesterday’s events I knew her ‘errands’ were bogus. As soon as she left the house, Uncle Billy walked into our room with the ropes.

“Come with me, boys,” he said and turned to leave the room. We followed him to our fates. We arrived in the kitchen and he sat us down in two of the chairs at the table.

“Now, yesterday was kind of harsh for you guys,” he started saying. “And today, your mom wanted me to continue your education. Did you enjoy yesterday?”

Kyle and I looked at each other then nodded, but with some trepidation, not knowing what was coming up. Both of us were excited, though. By the time we had arrived in the kitchen both of us were sporting boners.

“Good; I had a feeling both of you did. And by the appearance of things,” looking at our crotches, “you want to continue.” We nodded again. “Good. Now, take your clothes off and pile them on the table.”

We did as we were told, and when we were totally naked before our uncle, he led us into the guest room. In the middle of the room was the bed, but at the base off the bed was a bench that I had never seen before. It was rectangular in shape and made of wood; it sat on a platform that was just larger than it. He led us to opposite ends of the bench, where he tied each of our ankles to the legs of the bench. Then ropes were tied around our thighs just below our hip joints to pull our legs apart and secure them to the bench.

Twine was once again wrapped around our penises just below the heads, and pulled tight, but not tight enough to cut off the circulation. Thankfully at the time, we were erect and very hard. The free ends of the twine were left on the bench. He made each of us bend over the bench. It was just tall enough to come up to our balls. My body squashed them and my cock against the wood.

When we were laid down, our heads were next to each other. He took the collars that were still around our necks and attached them together by a small d-ring. My arms were put on Kyle’s back then tied together at the wrists and elbows. The free ends were wrapped around his body and tied to the twine ensnaring his cockhead. Uncle Billy then took Kyle’s arms around mine and under my arms to rest on my back and tied them off the same way. My cock was being pulled towards my twin while his was being pulled to me. If either one of us pulled, it caused pain to the other’s cock.

We were going nowhere, but Uncle Billy wasn’t finished yet. Another rope was wrapped around our bodies at just below the armpits then secured under the bench. All the slack in each of the ropes was taken out and we were fastened to the bench looking like a couple of slabs of meat ready to be chopped.

He replaced the ball gags next, but didn’t put the blindfolds on us. We thought he was done and was going to leave us, but one more thing needed to be tied; our balls. He reached through my legs and pulled my ballsacks backwards. With the same twine that was used yesterday, my balls were once again wrapped and pulled backwards. The twine then was wrapped around each of my legs just above the knees. He went around the bench and did the same to my brother’s balls.

Kyle and I grunted in our bondage as our uncle finished tying each of us up. There was no way we were going to move. Uncle Billy finished tying Kyle’s balls then moved to the side to inspect his work, but he had no plans to leave us. When he was satisfied with his job, he walked back behind Kyle and reached down to the buttplug that was still buried in his asshole.

I could almost hear the “pop” as the plug was removed. Kyle sighed when the device was out; each of us had had it inside for over twelve hours straight. Once the plug was out, Uncle Billy started to push it back inside almost to the point where it shrank abruptly. At that point, the plug was pulled out again. Uncle Billy did this several times until Kyle started to move with the violating device.

With great speed, Uncle Billy dropped the buttplug and stood behind my twin with his own cock big and hard. He pointed it at my sibling’s never-before-been-fucked asshole and pushed against his sphincter. Guessing what was coming, I closed my eyes to the assault.

“Oh, no, Karl, open your eyes. I want you to watch what is going to happen, because you get it next.” My eyes remained shut. “If you don’t open them, I will use the belt on you from now until your mother gets home.” I took his threat seriously and opened my eyes. I had to watch what my uncle was about to do to him.

I watched as our uncle shifted his weight a little, and relined himself up to Kyle’s asshole. As soon as he had the angle he needed, Uncle Billy speared my twin with his adult cock. Kyle’s body was thrown forward and into me. The muffled scream that came from him still resonates in my dreams today.

The look on Uncle Billy’s face was pure rapture. As Kyle’s asshole closed around our uncle’s cock, the feelings must have been great. Kyle on the other hand was trying his best to escape the invasion of Uncle Billy’s huge missile. Each move he made stretched the head of my cock even further than it was, and sent waves of renewed pain through my groin. At one point, the pain was so bad for me, that I yanked my hands up to pull his cock so that he would stop hurting mine. He got the message and stopped pulling.

Once Uncle Billy had completely buried his enormous cock in Kyle’s asshole, he started pulling out. He only pulled out far enough to keep the head inside then he would ram it back home. Kyle did his best to bear the corn-holing, but I soon started to feel wetness on the side of my head as his tears ran down his cheek and mixed with my hair.

Soon enough, Uncle Billy built up some speed as he repetitively slammed into my twin. The pain must have been excruciating. I continued to watch our mother’s brother pummel him over and over again. Finally, Uncle Billy made one last giant thrust and tensed up, releasing his seed into his nephew’s backside.

Spending himself totally, he collapsed onto Kyle’s back to rest. When he pulled his softening prick from inside him, I saw a mixture of blood, semen, and feces on it. I almost made me puke into the ball gag. The sick-o wiped his dick on my brother’s asscheeks till everything was wiped off, and then he walked to his bathroom.

When he walked out again, his cock was cleaner, and was almost totally soft, but still quite large in comparison to our pre-teen ones. He walked up behind Kyle again and reinserted the buttplug. After fitting it inside, he looked at me and smiled.

“Your turn next, Karl; when I return, that is,” he said and walked into the living room.

We were left alone with our misery. Kyle’s ass must have been burning something fierce. Our bondage prevented us from moving anything to get more comfortable. Kyle continued to sob into my neck off and on over the next half-hour or so. I felt really sorry for him, even though my time was coming up soon. Every minute brought me closer and closer to having my own asshole torn apart.

We heard the TV come on and the couch creak, so he was going to be a while, apparently, but the inevitable was coming. Kyle settled down after some time, and we just rested as best as we could. I kind of felt like a person on death row, waiting his sentence.

I guess I was getting used to falling asleep in unusual positions, because before I knew it, Uncle Billy was right behind me. I remember waking up to the ropes being untied from my ankles and thighs. The ropes that bound my wrists to my twin’s torso were also being freed, but not the wrists themselves. The rope that bound my cock to Kyle’s wrists was removed, and the links that held our heads together at the neck were undone.

He pulled our bodies apart, while leaving Kyle’s legs attached to the bench. He sat me down on the floor then readdressed himself to my brother’s bindings. Kyle’s dick was pulled down between his legs and the free ends of the twine were left to hang momentarily. Uncle Billy took the rope that bound his wrists and pulled it over the side of the bench I had vacated. The rope to his wrists was linked with a hitch to the twine ensnaring Kyle’s dick, and the slack was taken out. He pulled on the rope till Kyle was screaming into the ball gag and tears began welling up in his eyes. My twin brother was in more pain than he had experienced so far. The rope that had been securing him across his back was tightened and Kyle was left alone to suffer as Uncle Billy grabbed my arms and led me out of the room.