ABOUT BEING TIED UP II

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 7 ]

My Turn

I was taken to mine and Kyle’s bedroom and led over to the bunk beds. When we got there, Uncle Billy tied the ropes still around my ankles to the foot of the beds. There was some slack left in the ropes when he was done.

My arms were pulled through the bar of the top bunk and its mattress. The free ends of the rope were tied to the far end of the bunk, but again with some slack left in the rope. The ropes were loose enough to allow me to pull myself up, but not enough to reach my body.

After my limbs were bound, the twines that trapped my nuts were wound around the bar of the lower bunk. The twine attached to my cockhead was pulled up to the bar of the bunk and that was pulled very tight.

He left me alone for a few minutes as he went to get the tools of his next torture. When he returned, he was carrying two paper clips. These clips were the black metal ones that held a large amount of paper, not the ones that made an oval out of itself; these things felt like someone biting my nipples when he attached them. I screamed myself hoarse trying to get him to remove the clips, but he just laughed at me.

To make matters worse, he tied the “wings” of the clips to the bar of the bottom bunk, and tied very tight. As tight as he tied them, I had to pull myself up to keep from pulling on my cockhead. He turned and walked away, and I pulled at the clips to try to get them off; they didn’t move a millimeter.

I had to wait for my assailant to return to me in sheer, utter pain. My cock had been stretched as far as he had stretched my twin’s, and my nipples were on fire. He returned to the room carrying his belt.

“This is for closing your eyes earlier, Kyle,” he said. Everyone knows we hate having our names misspoken. I know he did it just to get to me.

He unceremoniously tore the buttplug out of my asshole then used the belt across my backside a total of fifty times. Now my whole ass was hurting just as much as my nipples and cock. I was tired, but I couldn’t relax my arms, or the twine would probably tear the head off my cock. When he was finished whipping me with the belt, I heard his bathrobe drop to the floor, I knew what was coming next.

I felt the flesh of his cock move up and down the crack of my red ass. Out of reflex, I clinched my buttcheeks closed.

“You’d better relax your ass, or this is going to hurt a whole lot worse, boy,” he hissed in my ear. “Because what is coming is inevitable.”

I tried to do as he suggested, and relax, but having to pull myself up as well as anticipating the further pain he was about to inflict was making it impossible. He continued to move his cock up and down my crack, trying to gain access. I just couldn’t see letting him inside; at least not willingly.

Then the moment of truth came, he had found his mark. It only took him a fraction of a second to slice into me. I reared my head back and bellowed into the gag yet again. The pain was unimaginable.

He had pierced the opening with just the head, but it felt like I was speared by a two-by-four plank. I wasn’t prepared for him to drive further inside, but that didn’t stop him from doing just that. I felt every inch of him as he forced my asshole to accept his rod. I thought that during the time it took him to get inside me fully, my mom could have cooked dinner.

After an excruciating eternity of intense pain, I felt his pubic hairs resting against my asscheeks. I was sitting on his staff, fully impaled. He reached around my body to my small cock (compared to his), and started stroking it. I started to actually feel something stir inside. His cock buried to the hilt in my ass and his hand caressing my own cock started getting me hot. Soon, I started to enjoy everything he was doing to me; even the pain started to change me.

As he stroked me, he didn’t move his pelvis, but stayed perfectly still. It was like heaven and hell combined in one act. I began to love it. It wasn’t long for me to reach orgasm and when it hit, I could swear I had touched the stars.

The colossal explosion of feelings and emotions must have overloaded something; as when I came to, Uncle Billy was reaming my asshole for all he was worth. He was pounding into me so hard, the bunk was hitting the far wall like a drum. I hung onto the rope around my wrists as hard as I could, and waited for him to finish.

It seemed to take him forever to finally cum inside me. A long time cumming, you might say. I was just starting to wonder if he would ever finish screwing me when he tensed up and released his seed inside to impregnate my bowels. He actually groaned aloud when he ejaculated. A flood of semen poured inside me for the first time; but I was actually turned on by the feeling it gave me.

He put his arm over my shoulder to steady himself as his dick was deflating inside my rectum. I turned my eyes to look at him; pleading with him to take the clips off my preteen nipples. He ignored my silent plea. When he pulled his cock out of my bleeding asshole, he turned and left me as alone as Kyle.

I felt liquid running down the back of my legs, and knowing what it was, I didn’t bother to try to check. After a few minutes, the mixture of blood and semen began to dry and some time later, the pain in my nipples subsided to a dull ache. The only thing I had to worry about was making sure I didn’t let the twine tied to my cock pull the head off. I had to pull my body up by the rope tied to my wrists, but couldn’t pull too much because of the twine tied to my balls and the rope around my ankles.

Some more time passed, and Uncle Billy walked passed the room and into the guest room where Kyle was still bound to the small table. A few minutes later, he led my twin into the room. Upon seeing my predicament, Kyle’s facial features softened; I could tell he felt sorry for me.

“Time for some brotherly love, boys,” he said and pushed Kyle in the back towards the bed. “As you can see, I broke your brother’s cherry, boy. It’s your turn to fuck him.” Kyle shook his head at our uncle, indicating he refused to do what he wanted to me. Uncle Billy was not impressed.

“You will fuck him, or I swear you won’t be able to sit down for an entire year. I will wear your ass out with more fucking than you ever imagined. Your ass will be the size of the Grand Canyon when I get finished with you. Got it?” He hissed in my brother’s ear.

Kyle meekly nodded and turned back towards me. He walked behind me to take up a stance between my legs. The problem was that he was too short to get his cock inside my asshole. Uncle Billy put a step-stool in front of him and had him climb on top of it. He reached me with no further problems.

When his cock made initial contact, I flinched slightly at the touch; my asshole was still very sore from Uncle Billy being up there. He raised himself up on his toes and pushed his small dick inside my forgiving anus. I squinted at being penetrated once again, but being as small as he was, it wasn’t as painful as the first time.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and started to play with my cock as Uncle Billy had done, but he stopped Kyle as soon as he started.

“Your brother’s here for your pleasure, boy, not his. He’s already had his fun. Just fuck him,” Uncle Billy prompted Kyle. Kyle took his word for it and returned to moving his cock in and out of my asshole. The pace that my brother set was not good enough for Uncle Billy. Kyle didn’t want to hurt me further.

“No, boy. Really fuck him, or you will get it worse from me,” Uncle Billy chastised him.

“Sorry,” Kyle whispered in my ear. I nodded slightly, and he began tearing into me like his life depended on it. After just being screwed royally by my uncle, having Kyle plow into me added to the pain. Repetitively, Kyle pistoned in and out of my aching asshole. With each thrust brought on more pain to my rear entrance.

Uncle Billy seemed satisfied with Kyle’s pace and decided to just sit back and watch the show. I glanced over at him and saw that he had grabbed his stiffened pole and was stroking it in rhythm to Kyle’s thrusts.

Hoping to end Kyle’s assault on my sphincter sooner, I decided to aid in his efforts and clenched my asscheeks together, gripping his cock tighter than ever. Soon enough, Kyle tensed up and he hissed through his orgasm. Nothing came out of his dick, but it did pulse with feeling at the climax. Kyle slumped over my back when he was done, and started to pull out of my butt. My ordeal was coming to an end, or so I thought. Uncle Billy had other plans and stopped him from pulling out any further.

“I haven’t finished yet, boy. Continue the fucking,” he said as he had stopped momentarily.

“But Uncle Billy, I’m all soft, now,” Kyle explained.

“Then get it hard again, and now. I’m too close for you to stop,” he demanded.

“But how?”

“Put it in his mouth, kid. Make him suck you back up then fuck him again.”

Kyle didn’t really want to, but he pulled the ball gag out of my mouth and climbed onto the top bunk. I pulled myself up and opened my mouth, ready to accept my preteen brother’s cock. It slipped past my lips and rested on my tongue. I closed my lips around him and started to manipulate him to full erection. It didn’t take long for him to get hard again and in no time, he was sliding off the bunk and lining up for another plunge.

Uncle Billy only stroked himself enough to keep his cock hard, but when Kyle reentered me, his stroking got harder and faster. As Kyle pummeled my ass again, Uncle Billy stroked himself to another climax, sending his slick liquid up in the air and landing on his stomach. Kyle was not to be denied another orgasm either; he sped up his tempo almost to an animalistic frenzy before impaling me hard one final time.

Each of us calmed down in our own way, but our uncle wasn’t finished with us just yet. We had some more bondage on the way.