"UH OH"

BY VOIKOVE

[ part 4 ]

Charlies heart raced, every time when a car passed by his house or people walked in or out of the house he believed they could see his exposed body. The whole time he had an erection, Charlie wanted to jerk off, but no relief was achieveable. Sometimes he thought about pulling strong enough with his arms and tear the pole out of the wall. It wouldn’t have been his fault, because Sindy tied him to it, but he had enough problems at this time, he didn’t want more. So he stood naked at the window and his heart skipped a beat every time he saw the lights of a new car.

At 10 p.m. he heard his mother calling for Sindy on the stairs. She wanted to look for her son, if he was all right. Then he heard footsteps near his room and some people left the house, oh god, they’ll turn the light on and everybody will see him. Charlie struggled and moaned, sweat appeared on his body, suddenly he heard Sindy’s voice: “I’m watching him Mrs Morgan, while you say goodbye to your guests.”

“Oh that’s nice. Thank you Sindy.” His mother answered.

Next Charlie heard the movement of the door, he thought about pulling the pole out of the wall, then Sindy appeared next to him: “That was close. I think you should go to bed now.” Then Sindy closed the shutters. That took a load off his mind, now he was save.

Sindy switched on the light and stood behind him, she caressed his shoulders, down his back, then she massaged his cute butt and went with her hands to the front above his stomach, she played with his nipples and then she tickled his armpits. Charlie tensed and laughed during her touches. She stopped and freed him from that position. After toilet time, she brought him into his bed and prepared the ropes to tie him.

“Ohh no, you can’t tie me overnight. I can’t sleep when I’m stretched.”

“But your mother said you must be tied, otherwise you could play with yourself during the night.”

“And what happened if the house burns? I’ll burn tied to my bed.”

“Ok, I offer you a deal. I won’t tie you tight, only firmly enough to prevent you from jerking off. No gag, so you can call me. I’m sleeping in the guestroom next to you, so I’m really near. Have we a deal?”

“Ok, we have.”

Charlie jumped onto the bed and Sindy did as told, she covered him up, gave him a good night kiss and left him. He was spreadeagled tied to the bed again, but not extremely stretched, but his arms and legs were fixed in their place. A few minutes later his mother came in and wished him a good night, she looked if the bonds were enough, first she was not amused how slack the ropes were, but she didn’t tight them. She left the room and Charlie was alone, no he could try to sleep in this position.

It was really hard, he couldn’t move around or lay on his side. The longer he laid like this the number his back became. Charlie closed his eyes and thought about what things could happen. The house could burn, or the roof break down, or worse, what if some man saw him tied in front of the window and knew about his predicament? As soon as Charlie got to sleep, this man would have climbed into his room and before Charlie could react, he would put the hand on his mouth and abused him in his own house, while his mother and Sindy were sleeping in other rooms, or even worse the man could have kidnapped him and keep him bound in a cellar to a table and use him as a sex slave till he get too old and then …. Charlie heard unusual noises, the creaking from the window, he raised his head, his heart raced, sweat covered his forehead, nothing, everything was like it was before, only one thing had changed …. Charlie saw a 3 ½ inch tent in the blanket at the level of his crotch. Holy shit, the thought from being abused from a stranger turned him really on, be naked and helpless and everybody else could do what they want. Then he came down and talked himself into not wanting this, he knew, if someone kidnap him, it would not be pleasure for him, only for the kidnapper.

*****

At round about 11 o’clock he woke up with a loud scream. He dreamed he hung naked and spreadeagled tied against a wall and a stranger whose face he couldn’t see did bad things to him and at least he pointed a knife to his crotch. He realised that he was at home and safe, just too safe, he was still safely tied to the bed. Sindy ran into his room with a pale face:

“What happened? Why are you screaming?” she asked with trembling voice.

Charlie smiled as he saw how concerned Sindy was: “Nothing. Bad dream. Where is mom?”

Sindy came slowly down: “God, you frightened me. I thought something terrible happened. Your mom is in the store, she’ll come here after lunch and you’ll ride together to your dad.” She noticed the huge tent on the bed. Charlie saw in which direction she looked and his face turned red.

“Do you need the toilet.” Sindy smiled now back.

“Um … yes … I … Ple”

“Not so nervous.” She interrupted him. She untied Charlie and led him to the bathroom. There he brushed his teeth, used the toilet and took a shower, the whole time under the control from Sindy, as she’s been told for the morning.

Both went down into the kitchen, Charlie was still naked and had been for nearly two days now. He got a microwaved frozen pizza, he liked pizza. Both ate quick, they were really hungry. Then Sindy got a phonecall from her boyfriend on the mobile, during her long talk she noticed that Charlie had his right hand under the table near his crotch area:

“…. Let’s talk later, I see the little worm is doing it again. We’ll see later. Bye baby!” she told her friend.

Charlie was depressed, she had caught him again, so he waited for what she was planning know for him. It was nothing bad, she tied his wrists behind his back with his hands palm to palm, then she led him into the living room, placed him on the couch and turned the TV on. Charlie watched some cartoons and Sindy cleaned the kitchen.

After some time Charlie looked down, at his chest and his nipples and on his private parts. He was getting hard and horny again, he thought about jerking off, but how? He stood up and positioned himself with the crotch on the armrest of the couch and began rubbing back and forth. His penis get more hard and he felt the urge and pleasure building up in his body. He rubbed his prick faster over the armrest, slowly sweat covered his face, now his was in a sexual trance, only a few more movements and he would come.

Then he heard his mother’s voice: “That’s really unbelievable, he is tied up and still tries to masturbate.” Charlie looked behind himself and saw his mother and Sindy standing and watching him. Sindy shook her head.

“Sit down and wait.” His mother instructed him in a strange voice and Charlie obeyed. She brought Sindy to the door, Charlie could hear them talking about something. He knew now he was in really bad trouble. Fuck, why hadn’t he heard her coming home, he was so excited that he didn’t heard the front door. Now it was too late.

His mother returned with a huge bag, which she throw on the floor. She stood in the middle of the living room and ordered her son to come closer. She checked the rope on his wrists: “And that girls call this a good protection, that’s ridiculous. I see that you always try to masturbate, ok, I wanted to take you and visit your dad with me, but you could try it in the car or in the hospital. No, now I’ll bind you in a way that‘ll leave you really helpless. I think now I must show you the Coutts’ Twist!”

“What’s that mom?”

“You’ll see.”

She untied his wrists and told him to stretch his arms out to his left and right. She took a really long rope, put the two ends together and went to the other side of the rope, so she got the middle point of the rope. She put it against the back of Charlie’s neck. Next she brought both ends in front of him and threaded each end of the rope on each shoulder. Each rope went under the corresponding armpit toward Charlie’s back. She crossed them there behind his back, but didn’t knot it. She brought the ends of the rope in front again and threaded them between Charlie’s legs on each side of his testicles, there up again behind him. There she pulled very hard on both ends, Charlie groaned as the rope forced his shoulders back and cut into the soft skin between his legs. She told him to lower his arms and tied each rope to the corresponding wrist, there was some rope left on each wrist, she brought it in front of Charlie again and knotted it about there. Charlie couldn’t reach this one knot with his fingers, he felt how strict this bondage was. Each hand rested nicely against the center of the corresponding butt cheek.

His mother looked for other ropes and continued her work. First she tied his elbows together, so his chest and his nipples were forced forward. She connected a rope to the wrists and tied it up to the elbow-tie as protection from gliding up or down. Next she tied a rope to the ropes which crossed his back, she connected it in the middle and pushed the rope up and bound it to the rope behind his neck. Two other ropes were tied to the elbow-tie, the first were tied to the crossed section, the other to the neck. Now he could hardly move, he felt that his mother hadn’t lied to him, so he was really helpless.

She forced him on the floor and on his back, in real he laid on his arms, his chest looked really stretched. His mother took new rope and wrapped a lot around his ankles and tied it off, with a second rope between his legs around the ankle-tie she tightened the ropes. She bent his legs down and tied the knees above and below and the thighs the same way. Squatting down, she looked that she didn’t cut of his circulation if she hogtied him and this was the next. She rolled him on his stomach and brought his ankles to his wrists, placed his feet between the hands, so his heels touched his butt cheeks and tied the left ankle to the left wrist and the right ankle to the right wrist. Now Charlie was in an unmoveable hogtie. She took a last rope, tied it to his big toes and tied them back to the elbow-tie. Charlie felt his penis under his stomach, this feeling when his mother did this to him turned him on again. Then she left the room, nobody had said a word.

Charlie tested his bonds a little bit as his mother returned with two black things in her hand: “Charlie, why do you think I know how to tie up a boy like you?”

“I don’t know mom.”

“My father tied up me and my brother, you know uncle Sam, a lot of times, also to prevent that we play with ourselves or together. He taught me the bondage stuff and I learned a lot. He said in the future I’ll have a child which I had to teach too. Now I see he was right.”

She showed him the things in her hand. It was a black leather blindfold with to straps on each side, the left had a lot of holes, the right was shorter and had a buckle as by a belt only smaller. The other thing was a big black ball gag with the same straps on each side and a small ring on the left strap, which was moveable.

She continued talking: “My father tied me and Sam nearly every day for years till I understood what he wanted. He bought a lot of things to do that, these two things my mother made by herself, in case there weren’t a lot of S&M-stores around. This blindfold and gag he used over 20 years ago on me and Sam. Now it is for you and this is good handiwork, it wouldn’t tear.” Charlie was scared, he didn’t want such a professional bondage on him, he begged for relief: “Ohh, mom plea … mmhhh.”

With this she forced the huge ball in his small mouth, pressed the ball behind his teeth and bound it with the buckle behind his head. Charlie looked a little bit shocked. Next she put the blindfold on and looked that both sit perfect on his head. She took a rope, threaded it through the ring on the ball gag behind his back, brought the rope to his ankles, pulled and tied it of. Charlies head was forced back and the gag deeper in his mouth. He groaned and now he tried to wriggle, but it was over. “Listen Charlie!” his mother shouted and he stopped: “I’m now going visiting dad, you wait her on the carpet and do nothing. If you must on the toilet, hold it back, if you pee on the carpet or worse I swear you, the next time I’ll find something that you aren’t able to pee. I’ll try to get someone who can watch you, but I don’t know when I’ll find them. In the worst case that’s bye-bye till tonight. Bye honey.”

With these words she left him, Charlie began struggling and moaning again in a very strenuous fight, and he began to sweat profusely, the air on this summer Monday was really hot and dry, perfect for sweating, but it didn’t help him to get relief. His mother was already gone and he could hear the noises around him, but didn’t know what everything was. He couldn’t move an inch, his shoulders were pulled high, his body was forced in a bow, only his stomach and a little bit of his chest and thighs touched the carpet. He felt his penis had become hard again, but he couldn’t rub himself on the floor, he couldn’t move his arms or legs, rolling around was impossible, he felt the rope in his pits as they fixed his upperbody in one position. His feet felt limp, the rope around the toes kept them in a pointed position and his head hurt from the bizarre position. Sometimes he muffledly cried out through his gag, saliva ran down his chin and dropped on the floor. What would happen if a s tranger found him in this predicament, he was an easy booty. This only made him more horny, he tried to wriggle again, it was only midday and the urge in his balls was terrible. All what he wanted was relief, but how? Now he knew what the Coutts’ Twist was …..