ABOUT BEING TIED UP III

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

Although the interest has been a bit slower, I feel the need to finish the story. This is the third and final installment.

[ part 11 ]

Back to School

Kyle and I had to do as directed for the rest of the summer. We only prayed it wouldn’t rain very much. It did. It rained about once a week. It had been the rainiest season on record, naturally. It was impossible to count just how many dogs were brought to us in the back yard. Kyle and I adjusted, though.

We got used to sleeping tied up. The usual way was tied in a 69 with each other’s elbows tied to the other’s knees and wrists to ankles. Kyle and I usually sucked each other off a couple of times before nodding off to sleep. We awoke to yet another day of bondage. Our eight year old bodies were becoming accustomed to the extreme nature of what was happening to us.

There wasn’t a day that went by that we weren’t tied up in some fashion. Pain was always part of it. To be honest, Kyle and I really began to enjoy the intensity of it all. It was like some drug that we had gotten addicted to, and couldn’t get enough.

The summer did eventually fade into autumn and with it, our return to school and books. We were starting the third grade that year and were actually looking forward to it. We always walked to school and home the same way.

It was the third week back and Kyle and I had an afternoon of detention, as usual. After the after-school detention, we decided to cut through the woods to get home a little faster. The path that we used was normal for kids to use so we didn’t think anything about using it.

When we got about half way through the woods, about six older boys came out of nowhere to surround us. Both of us recognized them; they were students of the junior high school down the road. Each of them spelled trouble for us.

They were the kind of kids that were always into trouble. Brian, the supposed leader of the group spoke to us first.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Two little faggots late leaving school?”

“We ain’t faggots, Asshole,” Kyle challenged them. We may have been afraid of them, but we weren’t going to start off with weakness.

“Asshole? Did he just call me a asshole?” He said in mock surprise. “I think he did, Bri, wanna do somethin’ about it?” It was Shane, the gorilla behind us.

“Yeah, let’s do somethin’,” he said, and without preamble, the six of them grabbed the two of us and threw us face down to the ground.

Our clothes were ripped from us without mercy. Shoes, socks, pants, and shirts torn from our bodies and thrown to into the brush of the forest. I saw them rend Kyle’s underpants from his groin and mine came next. We were buck naked before these delinquents. Our arms were pinned to our sides as a pair of them sat on me and my twin. Brian knelt in front of my face to talk to me as close as possible.

“You see, faggot, I saw the two of you this past summer. Matt and I were walking past your fence when it was raining one day and heard something coming from your yard. We looked over the fence and what did we see? The two of you tied to a bench being fucked by two dogs. And the best part of it was that you both had boners. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer. He was right, after a while I did start to enjoy being fucked by the dogs.

“Didn’t you, faggot?” He said with a little more force and a slap to my head to get my attention.

I think I hated him more that he saw the truth in me more than anything else.

“What are we gonna do with em, Bri?” Shane asked his fearless leader.

“Give em what they want; tie them to that tree,” he answered with a nod behind me.

Kyle and I were hauled up by our elbows, and dragged to the tree Brian had indicated to Shane.

“We even brought some rope, just for you,” he said with a shit-eating grin. We were plenty scared, now. All bravado from Kyle was gone. We had no idea what he was planning.

Kyle was led to the other side of the tree than me and our arms were pulled to the sides of the tree with our faces against the rough bark. Our backsides were facing away from the tree. The tree’s trunk was large enough to stop our hands from meeting on the other side. Brian wove our arms together, and tied a rope to each of our wrists and pulled them tight enough to scratch them on the bark. The free ends of the rope of my wrists were tied to Kyle’s neck and the ropes to his wrists were tied around mine. Other ropes were tied to our wrists and were circled around our arms to keep them together.

Our legs were not forgotten. They pulled our knees towards each other and tied my right knee to Kyle’s left and repeated the procedure on the other side. Ropes were wound around our ankles and pulled up to be tied to our hanging balls. Our entire weight was now being supported by our arms and they were tied to each others’ necks. They weren’t tight enough to cut off airflow, but it was uncomfortable as well as painful. If either of us pulled on the ropes, the other would suffer. If we used our legs, our own balls would suffer.

Kyle tried to get them to release us by threatening them again, but it was weak.

“Oh, shut up, faggot. Here, this’ll take care of any more complaints,” he said, then shoved our underwear in our throats. “Well, guys, I think we can have some fun, now.” The rest of them guffawed at his little joke.

There was a willow tree nearby. Each of them took a branch and tore it from the tree and walked back over to us, swishing them in the air. I got the idea.

“This is gonna hurt you more than us, little faggots,” he said as three of them lined up with each of us. Brian had lined up with Kyle and was apparently looking forward to beating him. In one fluid motion, he brought the branch down on my twin’s backside, causing Kyle to let loose a muffled scream. He pulled on the rope also, causing pain in my neck, and I’m sure in his balls also.

The three behind me took their leader’s lead and began to imitate him. One after another the teens lashed the branches down my back. Most of the time they would strike just by lower back and butt, but occasionally one would strike sideways and get my side. Every once in a while one would go astray and get my legs, also. Each one hurt like hell and I tried not to pull on my bonds, but it was next to impossible to do that. As the whipping continued, my balls hurt worse and worse as the ropes constantly pulled on them. My dick grated against the rough bark of the tree as each branch made contact with my skin, also.

After what seemed like an eternity, Brian called a halt to the whipping.

“Okay, little faggots, that was for being faggots. This is for us,” he said, then took down his pants and I knew what was coming next.

Being a young teen, his cock wasn’t that big, so for me and Kyle, this was going to be easy enough to handle. The other gorillas followed Brian’s lead again, and took down their pants. Shane lined himself up behind me as Brian did the same to my twin.

I grunted through the gag as he violently shoved his cock up my backside. It wasn’t the act of the rape that hurt; it was the scraping of my cock against the bark. He thought it was him that made me grunt and started making stupid comments to me as he thrust into me over and over again. My poor dick was bearing the full force of the assault, and I closed my eyes to try to think of something else. It didn’t work.

“Man, you are really loose, faggot. Fucking too many dogs, huh?” Brian taunted my brother. “How’s that one, Shane?”

“Just about the same, loose. Guess you were right, Bri. This is gonna take a while to cum, man. Oh, well.” He grabbed my waist and continued to pummel me for all he was worth.

It did seem to take forever before I felt him lurch hard and spew his teen-seed into my bowels, but it did happen eventually. After Shane pulled out, another teen was waiting for his shot at my backside. And with one giant shove, he also impaled me on his fuckstick.

As with his predecessor, the only reason he caused any pain was because of my abused cock being grated against the bark of the tree. By now, my chest and belly were also getting roughed up by the tree’s bark. As Shane’s replacement continued to lay into me, the world seemed to swirl as even my higher threshold of pain was stretched further. Time seemed to pass by like a slow river going over an even plain.

Eventually this one also hit his Everest and finished. His replacement was next. The teenager walked up behind me and, like his two friends forced his cock in my rear entrance. This one was different, though. He held onto my hips as he thrust, but would slap them, hard, during his session. Not only did my hips and ass get slapped, but my sides and my back were hit as well, usually with a fist. I remember beginning to cry as this one would not stop fucking me or hitting me. The brutality of his assault was the most intense I had experienced to date.

I guess I must have passed out at some time, because the next thing I knew, Brian was laying into me like a jackhammer. He kept taunting me, saying things like, “you like this, don’t you faggot?” and “I know this feels good, right?” The taunts were almost as bad as the continuous rapes.

Eventually, he released his teenage seed into me, but another one was there to take his place. This round-robin thing continued well into the night. Each one of them taking turns with us. When each of them had fucked each of us at least three times, they went back to the willow branches and resumed the whipping. The pain was unbearable.

When this round of whipping was finished, each of them raped me and Kyle one more time, then decided to leave us there for the night. After the other teenagers had left, Brian and Shane stayed behind.

“We wanted to give you somethin’ to think about. If you say anything about what happened here, you will get worse than this,” and with that, he raised his boot and stomped on our arms till they broke. Shane did the same to the other side. I screamed as I had never screamed before. Unconsciousness mercifully claimed me shortly after I saw them run away.