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ST: The Agency 17 (t/b,bond) 
 
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The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by 
location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended 
by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and 
is not based on any actual events. 
 
 
The Agency: Chapter 17 - All Tied Up Again
by 
Gymnopedies


The events of the afternoon had left Jon in a state of shock. He 
hardly spoke on the way home; his mind was busy playing back the 
things that he had seen, and building them into his own fantasies 
and plans for things that he wanted to do himself. Prominent in his 
mind was the image of Damian, naked and erect, jerking himself to 
orgasm and shooting his cum over Jack's arsehole; Jon would have 
given almost anything to have been in Jack's place.

The session had ended on a slightly disappointing note in that Jon 
hadn't been allowed to accompany Jack and Damian to the showers. 
Instead, he was sent back down to Damian's studio to wait for them 
to finish. He imagined his brother and the hot young photographer 
soaping each other's bodies and touching each other all over and the 
thought nearly caused him to have an accident in his shorts.

As they had left the studio, Jon had questioned his brother about 
what had happened in the shower. Jack had laughed, saying that they 
had washed themselves. Jon had asked if they had washed each other, 
and Jack had responded by jokingly calling his brother a dirty 
little pervert who couldn't think about anything except sex.

The journey home seemed to take forever. The traffic was bad and 
there were lots of hold-ups, and Jon had to fight to curb his 
growing impatience. He had decided that as soon as he and Jack were 
alone, he going to ask his brother to tie him up. Last time he had 
asked, Jack hadn't seemed keen on the idea, but Jon was sure that 
with a bit of effort he could talk his brother round.

However, when they did eventually arrive home, there was a message 
waiting for Jack from his friend Dave. Jack grabbed something to eat 
and immediately left for Dave's house, leaving Jon feeling both 
disappointed and frustrated.

Feeling fed up, Jon climbed the stairs to the bedroom that he shared 
with his brothers. Damian had mentioned that the non-nude set that 
Jack had posed for the previous week would be going online today. At 
least that would be something for Jon to look at while he waited for 
Jack to get back. Up in the bedroom, Jon found Toby playing a game 
on the laptop.

"Are you going to be long?"

Toby shrugged, his eyes not leaving the screen as he stabbed at the 
keyboard with his fingers. "I dunno. Why?"

"Because I want to use the computer to look at the website and see 
if Jack's pictures are there."

"You can look at the website anytime," said Toby.

"I want to look at it now."

"Well too bad, 'cos you can't."

Jon was about to argue, when another thought crossed his mind. Maybe 
he wouldn't have to wait for Jack coming home after all. In fact, 
this might work out even better; Toby might be more amenable than 
Jack for some of the things that Jon had in mind. He smiled 
nervously to himself.

"Toby, you wanna have some fun?"

"What sort of fun?"

"You remember what Jack did to you while Bryan was here?"

"You mean when he shaved me?"

"After that. He jerked your dinky for you."

"Yeah." Toby shot his brother a quick grin and then returned his 
concentration to his game.

"You want me to do it to you?"

There was a slight pause followed by a non-committal shrug.

"Go on. You let Jack do it."

"That was different."

"Why?"

"I dunno. It just was."

Jon bit back his disappointment. But he wasn't going to give in so 
easily. "Please, Toby. It'll be fun. I'll tell you what; if you let 
me do it, I'll let you tie me up afterwards."

Again Toby shot his brother a quick look, though this time his 
expression was puzzled. "Why would I want to tie you up?"

"Naked."

This final word seemed to do the trick. For the first time, Toby 
gave his brother his full attention as he turned to look at the 
older boy. Slowly, a grin spread across his face. "You'll let me tie 
you up naked?"

Jon nodded. "Yeah. And then you can do anything you like to me. 
Anything at all." He paused and then quickly added; "As long as it 
doesn't hurt."

"OK." The eleven-year-old was obviously so taken with the idea of 
having complete control over his older brother's naked body that he 
appeared to have forgotten all about his game. The sound of an 
explosion from the computer's speaker indicated that it would now be 
too late to return to the game anyway. He turned off the laptop and 
closed the lid, laying it aside, and got to his feet, his hands 
going to his belt.

"Hang on a minute," said Jon. "We need to get ready first. If you're 
going to tie me up, we need to find something to do it with."

"Like what?"

"Some string or something."

"Dad's got some string in the shed."

"That'll do. Come on."

Jon led the way down the stairs. They had a quick look in the lounge 
as they passed, and saw that their parents appeared absorbed in 
something on the TV. Hurrying out through the kitchen into the back 
garden, they entered their dad's garden shed. It took only a few 
moments for Jon to locate a ball of twine, and they were about to 
leave the shed when he spotted something else. In a box on the side 
was a selection of plastic garden-ties, the things used to fasten 
plants and young trees to posts in order to keep them upright. The 
larger size would make perfect cuffs, the boy decided. He picked out 
four of them, and he and Toby returned to the house, collecting a 
pair of scissors from the kitchen before going back up to the 
bedroom.

"Are we ready now?" Toby asked, eagerly, once they were back in 
their bedroom with the door safely closed.

"Yeah, go ahead," said Jon, trying to hide some of his excitement. 
He certainly felt that he had come off the best from this deal; if 
things worked out, he'd have two of his fantasies fulfilled one 
after the other. Ideally, it would have been Bryan here instead of 
Toby, but his cute younger brother wasn't such a bad substitute.

Toby unfastened his trousers and pushed them down. He hesitated for 
just a second, and then his briefs followed, dropping down around 
his ankles to reveal his smooth, pre-pubescent groin. He sat down on 
the bed, opening his legs as far as his restrained ankles would 
allow and looked up at Jon, swallowing nervously.

"You've got to take your things off completely," said Jon. "You need 
to be naked."

"Why?" asked Toby. "You can jerk me off without me taking everything 
off."

"Come on, Toby, get your clothes off so we can do it properly. If 
you get naked, I'll show you something really cool; something I 
learned at the agency yesterday."

Toby looked thoughtfully at his brother for a moment and then pulled 
off his top. Tossing it aside, he started to pull his trousers over 
his feet and then paused. "This isn't some sort of trick is it? 
You're trying to get me bare so that you can tie me up?"

Jon shook his head. "No, I swear. It'll be just like I said. You get 
naked and I'll make you shoot. Then it'll be my turn to get naked 
and you get to tie me up."

"Alright. But you'd better be telling the truth." Toby studied his 
brother, suspiciously for a few seconds, and then completed his 
undressing. Now naked, he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs open 
wide.

Jon took a moment to cast his eyes over his brother's slim body. He 
swallowed nervously. It looked like he really was going to get the 
chance to fulfil one of his fantasies. "Lay back," he instructed, 
stepping up to the boy and placing his hand on Toby's shoulder to 
force him backwards.

Toby allowed himself to be pushed down until he lay on his back, his 
legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Jon climbed up onto the bed 
next to his brother. After just a moment's hesitation, Jon placed 
his hand on Toby's bare chest and began moving it around, caressing 
the soft skin. 

"What're you doing?" Toby demanded, lifting his head to watch, as 
Jon touched his chest. "You said you were going to make me shoot."

"I am," Jon replied. "In a minute." He continued to stroke his hand 
over Toby's upper body, revelling in the feel of the warm, smooth, 
silky skin under his fingertips. This was something that he had 
longed for but not managed to achieve in his previous sexual 
encounters; the chance to explore and touch a boy everywhere. His 
jerk-off sessions with Jack had been more or less confined to 
touching around the groin area; the same with Bryan and Danny. Now, 
at last, he was able to take things a little further. Toby's slim 
torso contained hardly any traces of fat or muscle, and the skin of 
his chest was so pale as to be almost translucent. Jon stroked a 
fingertip over one of the boy's tiny nipples, delighting in the way 
that it seemed to firm up under his touch until it stood out, a 
pointy a little nub, slightly darker in colour to the surrounding 
skin. He repeated this with the other nipple.

Toby gave a soft, amused giggle. "That tickles."

"Put your arms up behind your head," said Jon, reinforcing his words 
by gently taking hold of the boy's wrists and lifting them up. 

Without argument, Toby lifted his arms, placing his hands behind his 
head, his elbows out. This gave Jon the chance to examine the boy's 
armpits, noting that there was not even a trace of hair. Very 
lightly, the older boy touched his brother in this sensitive area, 
exploring with his fingertips. This caused Toby to squirm and laugh, 
but he kept his hands behind his head, obviously now enjoying the 
game.

Gradually, Jon worked his way down the youngster's body, his fingers 
touching every inch of the boy's soft flesh, down across his narrow 
stomach towards his prepubescent groin. Jon had managed to grab a 
quick, playful feel of his brother's soft dick on a couple of 
occasions in the past, but he had never had an opportunity like 
this, where he could look and touch as much as he wanted. He leaned 
in close, examining the smooth area above the boy's dick; the area 
that had been shaved by Jack less than a week ago. The thirteen-
year-old stroked the area with his fingertip and then moved a little 
lower, using that same finger to play with Toby's limp cock. He took 
hold of the small organ and began massaging it with his fingers, 
whilst at the same time using his other hand to feel the youngster's 
tight ball sac, locating the boy's balls and giving them a very 
gentle squeeze. By this stage, Toby had stopped giggling, and had 
raised himself up on his elbows to watch, an intent look on his 
face. The young boy's cock quickly hardened under Jon's touch, until 
the older boy was running his fingers along a slim shaft, about as 
long and as thick as his own forefinger. Carefully, he peeled back 
the foreskin to examine the darker-coloured head beneath, touching 
it with his fingertip and causing a shiver to run through Toby's 
body.

"Are you going to jerk it now?" Toby asked, hopefully.

"I'm going to do something that you'll like even better than that," 
Jon replied. "Give me a second to get undressed though." He 
reluctantly released his hold on his brother's penis and got to his 
feet. Very quickly he tore off his own clothes, and a moment later, 
he too was naked, his cock a solid pole pointing out and up from his 
hairless groin.

Toby eyed his brother's boner. "Why's it all shiny and wet at the 
end?"

Jon touched his fingers to the tip of his own cock, collecting some 
the sticky precum. Giving his brother a grin, he raised his fingers 
to his lips and licked them.

"Eww! Gross!" Toby cried out, pulling a face.

"It's not pee," Jon laughed. "It's called precum. It comes out of a 
boy's dick when he gets turned on. It doesn't taste bad. Want to try 
it?"

Toby threw his forearm in front of his mouth. "No way! I'm not 
tasting something that comes out of your dinky. Come on, jerk me 
like you promised."

"I said I was going to do something else," said Jon.

"Well hurry up and do it then," said Toby, impatiently.

"OK. But you've got to let me kiss you first."

"What? No chance. Kissing is for girls."

"No it's not." Jon drew in a breath, not sure he should tell Toby 
this next thing, but deciding to go ahead anyway. "Me and Jack 
kissed, after we'd made each other shoot."

"You and Jack kissed? You mean on the lips?"

"Yeah, on the lips."

Toby appeared to consider this. "OK. If you did it with Jack, then 
we can do it. But you'd better not be making it up."

Jon gave a smile. He again approached his brother, but this time, 
instead of lying on the bed beside him, he lowered himself down on 
top of the boy, his body pressing down on that of the preteen. A 
tingle almost like electricity passed through him as he felt his 
hard cock rub against Toby's equally solid erection, and he had to 
resist the urge to hump with his hips. He lowered his face until it 
was only inches away from his brother's, using his hand to gently 
stroke the boy's cheek. Toby looked up at him nervously, his small, 
pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Jon moved down that final 
few inches until his lips met those of his brother. Toby's lips 
remained firmly pressed together, but Jon's tongue probed at them, 
forcing itself between them, and eventually Toby appeared to relax a 
little. A soft, surprised grunting sound game from the back of 
Toby's throat as Jon's tongue slid into the boy's mouth. Keeping 
their lips locked together, Jon slid to one side, taking his weight 
off the youngster, and then, his fingers around the shaft of his own 
stiff cock, he pulled the foreskin all the way back and began to rub 
the sensitive head up and down the hard shaft of his brother's 
erection. After a few moments he stopped. This was bringing him too 
close to the edge and he didn't want to cum yet; there were lots of 
other things he wanted to do first. Breaking the kiss, Jon once more 
stroked his brother's face. 

Toby giggled, grimaced and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. 
"That's enough kissing. Now you got to make me shoot, like you 
promised."

"Yeah, now I'm going to make you shoot. I'm going to do something 
that Danny did to me yesterday and it feels really good; better than 
anything. But you've got to keep it secret; I haven't even told Jack 
about it yet."

Toby looked worried. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see. If you don't like it, just tell me to stop and I'll 
jerk you off instead. But give it a try first." Jon climbed off the 
bed and dropped to his knees in front of his brother's opened legs. 
The boy's small but extremely hard dick was now in front of him. He 
took a hold of it between his thumb and forefinger, wanking along 
its length a few times, and then, easing the foreskin all the way 
back, he leaned forwards and licked across the head.

"Oooh!" Toby's eyes shot wide in amazement. 

Jon watched his brother's face for a moment to try to gauge the 
boy's reaction, and then, with a shy smile, he again tongued the 
hard organ, this time running his tongue in a circular path all the 
way around the head. He then slid the foreskin back into place and 
very gently nibbled on the end before dipping his head and engulfing 
the entire slim shaft. It was an amazing feeling, having his 
brother's hard dick inside his mouth. Jon had been worried that it 
would taste bad, but it didn't. It didn't taste of very much at all; 
it was a little salty, and there was a slightly warm, almost musty 
smell, but Jon loved it. He started to slowly bob his head up and 
down as Danny had done, yesterday, keeping his lips and tongue in 
contact with the shaft. After a minute or so of this, he forced 
himself to stop and, pulling back, he looked up at Jon. "Well? You 
want me to keep sucking you or do you want me to jerk you?"

Toby still appeared to be in shock. At first there was no response 
at all to Jon's question, and then the boy began to rapidly nod his 
head. "Suck," he said, in a very soft voice.

Jon grinned. This had been the answer he had been hoping for. Now 
feeling much more confident, he returned his attention to the hard 
two and a half inches that was his brother's boner. Holding it 
carefully by the tip, he licked it all over, his tongue moving up 
and down the shaft, then, wanking on the shaft, he made a brief 
detour onto the boy's balls, covering every inch of them with his 
constantly moving tongue. His other hand was on his own hard cock, 
but as before, he found that he soon had to stop jerking himself in 
order to avoid losing control and shooting his cum. 
Enthusiastically, he again took Toby's cock all the way into his 
mouth, sucking, as he bobbed his head up and down. At the same time, 
he fondled the youngster's balls, gently massaging them with his 
fingers. Then, recalling the scene with Jack, earlier that 
afternoon, his fingers strayed down behind Toby's balls, seeking out 
the boy's tight, pre-teen bumhole. As Jon's fingertip made contact 
with the virgin entrance, Toby squirmed and moaned softly. The anal 
muscles kept the hole tightly closed, and Jon had no intentions of 
trying to get his finger inside; it was enough just to know that he 
was touching the boy in that most private of places.

It wasn't long before the stimulation that Toby's cock, balls and 
arsehole were receiving had the desired effect. The boy's squirming 
became more pronounced. He reached down as if to grab his dick, but 
had to settle for rubbing his fingers around his lower stomach as he 
made soft moaning noises. 

Inside his mouth, Jon felt Toby's erection begin to throb. The young 
teen had meant to pull away at the last moment, but everything 
seemed to happen so quickly. It was now too late to do anything; 
Toby was cumming inside his mouth. Luckily, it was hardly more than 
a few drops, and Jon continued to suck, tasting the thin, watery cum 
on the back of his tongue before swallowing it. As the boy's cock 
ceased its twitching, he pulled back, releasing it from between his 
lips. He briefly gave the head a final lick with his tongue and then 
sat back on his heels, looking at his brother.

Toby was breathing heavily, but he had a broad grin on his face. 
"That was awesome," he sighed. Then he gave a giggle. "I cummed in 
your mouth."

"Yeah," Jon replied, smiling.

"That's so disgusting. What did it taste like?"

"Not very much. There wasn't much of it."

"Well I'm only eleven," said Toby, a little indignantly. Then his 
grin returned. "Did Danny really do that to you?"

"Yeah. To both me and Bryan. But you're not to tell anyone."

"Awesome," said Toby. He absently reached for his cock, which, 
amazingly, was still hard. "Right, can I tie you up now?"

"Whenever you're ready," Jon replied brightly. He had just fulfilled 
one of his fantasies, and now it was time for the next one. His own 
cock twitched as he imagined himself stretched out, naked and 
helpless. To use Toby's words, this was going to be awesome.

While Toby watched, Jon retrieved the garden ties he had brought up 
from the shed. He wrapped one of them around his wrist and after a 
moment of fiddling around he managed to thread one end through the 
slot in the other. He pulled it tight enough so that it wouldn't 
pull over his hand, but left enough slack to thread the twine 
though. The ties were constructed of strong plastic and were 
designed so that once tightened they didn't come loose, which meant 
that they would have to be cut off. However, this wasn't a problem, 
since they had brought the scissors up from the kitchen. Jon put a 
tie around his other wrist and then put one around each ankle. 
"Right, I'm ready," he announced, eagerly, yet at the same time with 
more than a trace of nervousness.

"Great," said Toby. He grabbed the ball of green garden twine. "How 
do you want me to do it?"

"Stretched out on my bed," said Jon. Then he had a sudden thought. 
"No, let's do it on Jack's bed." The idea of being tied naked to his 
oldest brother's bed seemed to Jon somehow more erotic than being 
tied to his own.

Toby shrugged and grinned. He was happy to go along with anything 
that Jon suggested.

Under Jon's direction, Toby tied the teen's wrists to the headboard 
of Jack's bed and then tied his ankles to each bottom corner, 
looping the twine down around the small wheels underneath the bed's 
base so that the boy's legs were stretched wide. He then dropped the 
string and stood with his hands on his hips, surveying his 
handiwork.

Jon pulled experimentally on his bonds. There was a little bit of 
give on his wrists, though not enough to allow him more than a tiny 
amount of movement. His legs, however, were stretched open wide 
enough to be almost uncomfortable, with his feet pulled down over 
each side of the bed. It was an incredible feeling, being tied up 
completely helpless like this, and he felt his dick harden even 
further, if that were at all possible.

"Now what do you want me to do?" asked Toby.

"Anything you like," said Jon. What he really wanted was for Toby to 
take charge of the situation.

"Such as?"

"Anything," said Jon. "You could play with my dick," he suggested.

Toby's grin broadened. "You want me to touch your dinky while you 
have a boner?"

"Yeah. Come on Toby, do something. You can touch me anywhere you 
like and there's nothing I can do to stop you."

Still grinning, and still naked and hard himself, Toby climbed up 
onto the bed next to his brother. He hesitated for a moment, gave a 
short giggle and then put out his hand and took hold of Jon's hard 
shaft.

Jon pressed his lips together, holding back a groan. Toby's hand on 
his cock felt really good. "That's it," he murmured. "Play with it."

Toby took the older boy at his word and began exploring his 
brother's groin, touching Jon's erection and balls. He quickly 
seemed to lose his earlier reticence, and soon his attentions became 
more aggressive, at times even bordering of the rough, as he pulled 
Jon's dick to one side and then giggled as it sprang back to its 
original position.

"Not quite so hard," Jon complained.

"You said I could so anything I wanted," said Toby.

"Yeah, as long as it doesn't hurt."

"You're a wimp," Toby laughed. He pulled Jon's foreskin right back 
and began a detailed inspection of the boy's glans, poking it with 
his finger. "It's all sticky," he said, looking at his fingertip and 
then wiping it clean on the bedclothes.

"I told you; it's called precum. It comes out when a boy gets really 
excited."

"That means you're excited about me tying you up? You're weird," 
Toby laughed. He left Jon's dick-head exposed and turned his 
attention to the area where his brother's pubes had been. "Hey, 
there're some hairs coming back. You're not smooth anymore. It's 
bristly like Dad's chin when he hasn't shaved, only not as bad."

"That's my pubes growing again," said Jon. "I'm going to ask Jack if 
he'll shave me again soon."

"Cool," said Toby. Then he suddenly froze. He looked up at his 
brother, a sparkle in his eye. "Why don't I do it for you?"

"I don't think so," said Jon, quickly. Even the idea of letting Toby 
near his groin with a razor sent a shiver a fear down his spine.

"Yeah. I think it's a great idea. I'll go get the stuff." He 
clambered off the bed.

"Toby... No!"

However, the youngster wasn't listening. He dashed over to the 
bedroom door, pulled it open and looked out to check that no one was 
around, and then seeming oblivious to that fact that he was naked 
and sporting a boner, he made a run for the bathroom.

Jon opened his mouth to call his brother back but at the last moment 
he managed to stop himself as he stared in horror. Toby had left the 
bedroom door wide open, and Jack's bed, the one to which Jon was now 
tied, nude, spread-eagle, and sexually aroused, was directly in 
front of the door. The thirteen-year-old fought back panic. If his 
mother, or worse still, Rachel, were to see him like this, he would 
die. He could hear the sound of music from the bedroom next door. 
That meant that Rachel was home. If she decided she needed the 
bathroom then she would come right passed the open doorway and there 
was no way she could miss seeing him. If she caught him like this, 
he would never be allowed to forget it. The boy's panic increased as 
the seconds ticked by. Where the hell was Toby? In his mind, Jon was 
sure he could hear the sound of Rachel's bedroom door opening and 
expected at any moment to see her appear, framed in the doorway. 
Vainly, he struggled against his bonds, trying to free himself. It 
was no good; he was fastened much too securely. He heard the sound 
of footsteps. Toby. Thank God.

Toby reappeared carrying a bowl of water, a can of shaving gel and 
their father's safety razor. He had a towel slung over his shoulder. 
As he came into the bedroom, he casually kicked the door closed 
behind him.

"Toby... what the hell...? You left the door open, you stupid little 
idiot. What if someone had seen me?"

The youngster looked surprised at his brother's obvious state of 
annoyance. "No one saw you."

"No, but they might have done. Sometimes you are so stupid."

"Alright, keep your shirt on," Toby replied, carefully laying the 
bowl and other items down on the floor.

"If I'd had a shirt on it wouldn't have been half so bad," Jon 
muttered. His heart was still pounding from what he considered to be 
a narrow escape. 

Toby approached the bed carrying the aerosol can of shaving gel. He 
had an intent look on his face as he gave the can a shake.

"Toby, put that down. You're not going to shave me," said Jon, 
trying to put some authority into his voice.

"I can do it," said Toby. "I watched what Jack did when he did me. 
It's easy." He took the cap off the can.

"Toby, no. I don't want you to."

"Why not? I told you, I can do it." The boy's eyes took on an almost 
evil look. "Besides, there's not much you can do to stop me."

Jon realised that the younger boy was right. If Toby really did 
decide to go ahead with this mad scheme, there was little that Jon 
could do to stop him. Once more, Jon felt rising panic. "Toby, 
please, don't do it."

"Don't you trust me?" Toby asked.

"It's not that," Jon lied. He frantically tried to think of 
something that he could offer the boy in exchange for his agreement 
not to go ahead with this madness. "I'll tell you what. You enjoyed 
getting your dinky sucked, right?"

"Yeah, that was great."

"Well, if you don't try to shave me, I'll suck your dinky for you 
whenever you want."

"Whenever I want?" I surprised look appeared on Toby's face. He was 
obviously impressed by the offer.

"Yeah. As long as there is no one else around. Remember that you're 
not to even tell Jack about it. But anytime we're alone, I'll do it 
for you."

"You promise?" Toby asked, grinning. "You'll really suck it for me?"

"Yeah, I promise."

Toby looked down at the can of shaving gel in his hand. Then he 
shrugged. "I don't know why it's such a big deal," he said, laying 
the can down next to the bowl. "I thought you liked being smooth."

"I do," said Jon. "It's just that I'm not ready to have it done 
yet," he added quickly.

"Well I want to watch when you do have it done," said Toby. "It's 
only fair; you watched me."

"OK, no problem," said Jon. "You can watch." So great was his relief 
that possible disaster had been averted that he was ready to promise 
almost anything.

Toby glanced rather disconsolately down at the bowl of water. "So if 
I can't shave you, what are we going to do now?"

"You could make me shoot, like I did you," Jon suggested.

"You want me to?"

"Yeah."

Toby immediately regained some of his earlier enthusiasm, his grin 
reappearing. "OK." He resumed his former place on the bed and taking 
hold of Jon's cock, which, due to the excitement of the past few 
minutes, was no longer quite so hard, he began to quickly jack the 
shaft.

"Go a bit slower," Jon advised.

"Why? That's how I do mine."

"Yeah, but it's better if you go a bit slower than that; to start 
with anyway."

"If you say so," said Toby. He slowed down his pace, concentrating 
so hard on the task that his tongue poked out of the corner of his 
mouth.

Feeling that he was now back on safe ground, Jon relaxed, content to 
enjoy the attention. Toby was definitely rougher with his dick than 
any of the boys that had jacked him off previously, but it felt good 
all the same.

Soon, the rhythmic stroking caused the beginnings of the familiar 
tightening sensation in Jon's groin. "You can go a bit faster now," 
he groaned, breathing quickly.

Obediently, Toby increased his pace, at the same time starting to 
jerk his own dick with his free hand.

Jon's whole body responded to the stimulation of his erection. Being 
jerked off whilst tied up was such an incredible turn on for him. In 
his mind was an image of Jack, a vibrating dildo pushed deep into 
his arse, and long spurts of cum erupting from his throbbing cock. 
The muscles of Jon's own arse tightened as he tried to imagine what 
it would feel like to have something inside him. The pressure in his 
groin was now intense, and though he tried to hold onto the feeling 
as long as he could, he knew it was only a matter of moments before 
he lost control. "I'm nearly there," he gasped, warning his brother 
what was about to happen. Almost has he said the words, his cock 
started to throb.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Standing in the doorway, both 
wearing a look of intense surprise, were Jack and his friend Dave.

Toby gave a yelp and released Jon's cock, sliding down off the bed 
so that it hid his erection from the newcomers. However, Jon did not 
have that luxury. He couldn't move, and he was in the throes of 
orgasm. Even this unexpected interruption couldn't hold back the 
tide. Jon's cock continued to throb and twitch, spurting out his cum 
onto his smooth, bare stomach, in full view of his shocked audience.

For a long moment there was complete silence as all eyes focussed on 
Jon's twitching boyhood. Then Jack pulled Dave into the room, firmly 
closing the door. The expression on Jack's face was unreadable. 
Dave, on the other hand, appeared acutely embarrassed by the 
situation; his eyes were wide and his mouth hung open.

Jon stared up at his oldest brother and his brother's best friend. 
At this moment in time he wished he could die and escape the 
complete and utter humiliation that he was feeling. Why did Jack 
have to choose just that moment to bring a friend home? And why, out 
of all of Jack's friends, did it have to be Dave? What made it a 
million times worse was that Jon had a huge crush on the handsome, 
dark-skinned fifteen-year-old, and after today, he would never be 
able to look the boy in the face again.

"We were just playing around," said Toby. He gave an embarrassed 
giggle. "It was Jon's idea that I tie him up."

Jack turned his gaze on Toby. "I see. I suppose it was Jon's idea 
that you get naked as well."

"Yeah, it was," Toby confirmed, nodding sincerely.

"In fact, I don't suppose you even wanted to do it; Jon made you."

Toby continued to nod. "Yeah."

Jon glared at his younger brother, but Toby refused to meet his 
gaze. After a moment, Jon looked up at Jack. "Will you untie me?" he 
asked, in a small voice. "Please."

Jack stepped closer to the bed, Dave following him. Dave looked 
embarrassed, but at the same time, amused by the situation, and he 
was certainly having a good look.

"What's the matter? Now that you've tried it, don't you like being 
tied up? And what's this bowl of water doing here?" Jack bent and 
picked up the can of shaving gel. "You were going to let Toby loose 
with a razor?"

"No. That was his idea. I had to talk him out of it."

Toby grinned. "Yeah. He promised to suck my..."

"Shut up Toby," Jon shouted, interrupting his brother.

Jack's gaze flicked from Jon to Toby and back again. He shook his 
head. "I really don't want to know," he muttered. He bent to examine 
the plastic tie on one of Jon's wrists and then reached for the 
nearby scissors. "I should leave you like this for a while as a 
lesson to be more careful," he said, coolly. 

As Jon's hands came free he massaged his wrist. He wished that Dave 
would stop looking at him. Even though both of them had seen each 
other naked during sleepovers, Jon found being on display like this 
extremely embarrassing. It didn't help that he still had dribbles of 
cum on his stomach. He gratefully accepted the shorts that Jack 
tossed to him, and used them to wipe himself clean. Self-
consciously, he wiped the end of his dick and then waited while Jack 
freed his ankles.

"When did you decide to shave your pubes?" Dave asked Jon, as, 
finally free, the thirteen-year-old pulled himself upright.

"Oh, erm, a couple of weeks ago," said Jon. He shot Jack a quick, 
questioning look, unsure about how much, if anything, Dave had been 
told about the modelling.

"It looks pretty cool," said Dave, with a grin. 

"Thanks," said Jon, feeling himself blushing. He quickly found a 
clean pair of shorts and pulled them on.

Toby had also put on some shorts and, under Jack's direction, he was 
clearing away the water and shaving tackle.

"So are you ready to tell me this big secret?" Dave asked, now 
looking at Jack.

Jack sat down on his bed. "Yeah," he smiled. "Though it would 
probably be easier to show you." He opened up the laptop and after a 
moment, he brought up the Boys on View front site.

Dave sat next to Jack, and Jon moved so that he too could see what 
was on the screen. Jack had called up his own non-nude set; the one 
that had just gone online that day.

"Shit! That's you!" Dave grinned, watching as Jack cycled through 
the earlier pictures in the set, where he was still fully clothed. 
"Is this a real website?"

"Of course it is," said Jack. "It's a boys' modelling site."

"You? A model?"

"What's wrong with that?" Jack asked pretending to look offended. 
"Don't you think I'm good looking enough?"

"Yeah, of course you are," said Dave. "But appearing on a website?"

"You haven't seen anything yet?" grinned Jack. He continued to cycle 
through the pictures, and gradually his clothing started to come 
off. There was complete silence in the room. Even Toby, who had 
returned from the bathroom, remained quiet, as he sat behind Jack, 
looking over his brother's shoulder. Eventually, Jack reached a 
picture that showed him wearing just a skimpy pair of briefs, 
standing with his hands on his hips, and looking at the camera.

Dave let out a long, slow breath. "Holy shit! That doesn't leave 
much to the imagination. Shit, Jack, you're almost naked on the 
Internet, and everyone will be able to see."

"Well, not quite everyone," said Jack. "They have to be a member of 
the website."

"Doesn't it bother you?" Dave asked.

Jack shrugged. "No. If it did I'd never have done it. What's the big 
deal? There will be a set appearing sometime this next week that 
shows more than that."

"More? You mean like totally naked?"

"Yeah, naked."

"You're kidding me?"

"No. It's true. There's another website owned by the same company 
where all the boys get naked. I've already done a set, but it isn't 
online yet."

"Show him my naked set," said Jon, shyly. "Then maybe he'll believe 
you."

"You too? I don't believe this," said Dave, a look of complete 
incredulity on his face.

Jack quickly found Jon's nude set and moved through the pictures 
until there was a naked full frontal of the thirteen-year-old on the 
screen.

"Wow!" said Dave. "You guys are strange. I knew that you weren't 
exactly uptight about getting your kit off, but I would never have 
expected you to pose for naked photographs."

"It pays well," said Jack. "In fact, it pays really well. We're 
talking hundreds."

"Hundreds of pounds?" 

"Yeah."

"Wow! Though I still don't think I'd do it, even for hundreds of 
pounds."

"It's not just the money," said Jack. "It really is a lot of fun."

"I'll take your word for that."

"Show him your video, Jack," Toby chimed in, from the back.

Jack froze for a moment and then directed a cold glare back over his 
shoulder at his youngest brother. Jon understood why. It was a huge 
leap from posing naked to being tied up, shaved and jerked off. Jack 
probably wasn't ready to reveal that much to his friend yet. Jack 
and Dave were close, and had even jerked each other off once in the 
past, but that still didn't mean Jack was ready to reveal all of his 
secrets to the boy.

Dave must have picked up on the suddenly icy atmosphere. "I guess 
this is something I shouldn't know about," he said, cautiously.

Jack sighed. "I think it's something that is best left for another 
day," he said. 

"No problem," Dave smiled. "You guys have already given me enough 
surprises for one day. He glanced at Jon, who once more reddened and 
quickly looked away.

Dave had lots of questions about Boys On View, and Jon took a 
backseat, watching, as Jack showed his friend various sets on both 
the nude and the non-nude sites. Jon was still dressed in just his 
shorts, and sitting next to Dave, his bare thigh was pressed right 
up against Dave's jeans-covered thigh. Dave had seen him cum. That 
thought, whilst extremely humiliating, was also an immense turn-on. 
Dave had seen his cock throb and jerk as cum had shot from the end. 
Remembering that, Jon found himself once more getting hard. As soon 
as he noticed this, he immediately tried to turn his mind to other 
things, though try as he might, he couldn't dispel the image and was 
soon sporting a full erection.

"I'd better be going," said Dave, after a while. "I told my mum that 
I wouldn't be long." As he got up, his hand pressed down on Jon's 
upper thigh. The touch was casual, and Dave didn't comment, so Jon 
pretended not to notice.

Surreptitiously, Jon glanced at Dave's groin, trying to see whether 
looking at the pictures had given the boy a boner, but he was 
disappointed that there was no noticeable bulge there. He got to his 
own feet, conscious of the tent in the front of his shorts and 
turning away so that it wasn't quite so obvious. Jack led his friend 
from the bedroom, and Jon followed. 

As Jack went down the stairs, Jon grabbed Dave's arm, stopping the 
older teen. "Dave, about earlier, when you first came in... you won't 
tell anyone, will you?" 

Dave smiled, his gaze moving down Jon's body, stopping at the bulge 
in the boy's shorts. "I won't tell anyone. It's a problem I have all 
the time; people shoot off when I walk into a room. I don't often 
get to watch it happen though."

Jon blushed. "Thanks," he said. He watched Dave disappear down the 
stairs.

*****

The story continues in Chapter 18: Unexpected Callers
 
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