ABOUT BEING TIED UP III

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 12 ]

Epilogue

When I woke up, I was lying down and the sun was blasting its way into my eyes. I tried to block it out with my hand, but my arm wouldn’t move. It was then that I remembered what had happened. I painfully opened my eyes to find out where I was. My first glance was of a sheet hung around in front of me. I realized I was lying in a bed, and slightly elevated. I looked to the right and saw my twin lying in a hospital bed with both his arms in casts, as mine were.

“Ah, back to the land of the living, I see,” a voice assaulted my ears. I looked to see a man standing to my left with a robe and clipboard. “I am Dr. Ross, Karl.” I looked over at Kyle and Dr. Ross added that he was going to be okay, also.

“You two are actually quite lucky, but there is a problem to take care of, before anything else is done. I’ll be right back,” he said, then left the room.

A few minutes later, he returned with two men in suits following him.

“Karl, these are detectives with the police department. They want to talk to you about what happened to you and your brother.” I nodded to tell them I understood.

“What do you remember, son?” The taller of the two asked.

It took some coaxing from him to get me to talk about Brian and his pathetic friends. I eventually told them everything that had happened. He asked if any adults were present at the scene of the assault. I shook my head, no. The detective and Dr. Ross exchanged glances.

“Karl, we noticed that there was a lot of damage done to your, um…, your...”

“Asshole?” I volunteered.

“Right, um…, asshole,” he seemed to fluster at my boldness. He recovered his composure to continue. “There was no way that those boys could have done that much damage to you as we saw. Are you sure there was no one else there?”

I nodded. “I’m sure, Sir.”

“Then did anyone else do anything to you boys at any other time?” The shorter detective butted in, now.

I shrugged, hoping to side-step the question. I didn’t want my parents to find out that one of us had told about what had happened at home over the summer. I wasn’t sure anyone would understand.

“Was it your parents, Karl?” The first detective injected. My eyes almost bugged out of my head. “I think we have our answer.” He said to his partner.

That was the last time we ever saw our parents. The state came in and took us to a foster home after we got out of the hospital. There was a trial for the gang rapes and with our testimonies and the evidence, Brian and his merry band were sent to a boys prison till they were eighteen, then transferred to an adult prison. The last I heard, each of them committed suicide after just a month or so of being there. No idea why…

Our parents and Uncle Billy were also jailed and the subsequent trial sent them to another prison. Our father was killed a year later, and our mother was killed four years later. Uncle Billy survived to leave prison about twenty years later, but died on the streets of New York. Apparently he was caught in the middle of a gang fight as an innocent by-stander.

As far as me and Kyle, well, our wounds healed, of course, and then we were shuffled around in the state system for a few years until a couple decided to take us in, permanently. Kyle and I did continue to sleep together, but not tied up. It was a tough two years because I did miss that part. I couldn’t get used to sleeping without being tied up.

When Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael (James and Sara) took us in, and told us we were going to stay with them permanently, both of us were glad to hear that. On our first night in their house, neither of us could sleep. I crept into Kyle’s room to sleep with him, as usual.

The next morning, Sara found us in his bed and smiled at us when we woke up. She didn’t mention anything to us the entire day about finding us like that, so we let it go. That night, Sara walked into Kyle’s room to bid us a good night. After kissing our foreheads, she turned and walked to the door.

“Sara?” I asked.

“Yes, Karl?”

“Could you tie us up for the night, please?”

She stopped cold in her tracks and turned around. She was smiling the same smile she had that morning when she woke us up.

“Why, certainly, Karl.” She tied us in our favorite position, real tight, also, and left us to our bondage. Kyle and I were happy again. We spent the rest of our pre-teens and teenage years being tied up at night in that 69 position.

One night she got a little more inventive, and after tying our arms to the other’s legs, she wrapped a rope around our necks and secured it to the other’s balls with his cock stuck in the other’s mouth. Each time Kyle got a hard-on, I woke up gagging, and had to take care of him. The same thing happened for me, also. This became the new habit for us.

James and Sara would never fuck us, but they did leave us tied up in different places around the house and outside the house. Kyle and I enjoyed those years immensely.

We graduated from high school at eighteen, like other kids, and went to the same college. We got married to similar girls when we finished school. Kyle ended up getting three boys and a girl. I had two girls and two boys. All the kids were about the same ages, all within a month or two of each other. Spooky.

One day, my oldest son, Jeffery, when he was seven walked into the kitchen with is cousin, Jonathan (same age). Kyle and I were seated at the table, visiting while our wives were out shopping, when the boys walked in the room.

“Dad, Uncle Kyle?” Jeffery asked.

I stopped talking to Kyle and turned to my son. “Yeah, son?”

“Could you tie us up, please?”

Kyle and I looked at each other and grinned. “Why, sure…”

A good time was had by all.