Jacob Cline got out of bed early on Saturday morning. He stretched and looked at the clock: not even six yet. Not wanting to lay around, he looked over his chores for the day. They were all done, as he had promised.

The eleven-year-old looked out the window. Still a bit cloudy. With luck, it would be a nice spring day. The sun was coming up nicely. Today was going to be a fun day for him.

Jacob went downstairs, still in his pajama pants, barefoot, shirtless. He got a bit of a thrill being shirtless, though embarassed at the thought that someone would see him like this for some reason. A bowl of cereal, slice of toast, and glass of grape juice later, dishes rinsed and in the sink, he padded back upstairs to take a shower.

Mom was still in bed. His younger brother Ernie was at a sleepover/birthday party/pajama party at a friend's house. Dad would have left for work before five-thirty and would be doubling over for "overtime", whatever that was. He knew it meant extra money for the family; they were saving up for a new car. He smiled, thinking of his own efforts to save for the new bicycle he'd acquired last week.

Out of the shower, he dried himself and looked in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Silly place for a mirror. The eleven-year-old boy that looked back at him was slim, flat tummy, narrow waist, already five-feet-one-inch tall (his mom was only five-feet-four), and just a little boy-muscle from his activities to give him shape. He frowned. He wanted bigger muscles, like his Uncle Gary. He glanced at his circumsized pecker and giggled: pecker, penis, pee-pee, wee-wee, willy, thing, wiggle, dick, cock. The silly names. He thought of the time he'd seen his dad naked, wondering if his would ever be that big. How does he stand it? And someday he'd grow hair around his little balls. Yuk.

Jacob wrapped the towel around his waist and combed his short brown hair. Yes, today was going to be fun. He was going over to Anne McCleese's house and from there they would spend the whole day riding their bicycles all over the county. A "bike hike" as she called it. Exploring. Fun.

Anne was a friend who shared his love of science fiction and space toys. Most boys his age were interested in sports (yuk) and most girls would only giggle and talk about clothes (yuk) but Anne was an intelligent and active playmate. She was in his class at school, only a few months younger than he. Jacob's bedroom was testiment to his hobby: model space ships and cars and aircraft, some of the modified to his own design, graced his dresser, some of his shelves, and even hung on fishing line from the ceiling.

Jacob gathered his briefs and his pajama pants and opened the bathroom door. His mom, just a little overweight, wearing her work-around-the-house clothes, was exiting the master bedroom carrying a laundry basket. He felt a moment of embarassment, being only in a towel, trying to remind himself that it covered more than his swim trunks. He opened the cabinet door and giggled at the thought of putting on deodorant, a few wipes under each arm. His mom kept it in there and he thought it smelled good.

"Hi, Mom!" he said, heading for his bedroom trying not to appear in a hurry.

"Hi, Jake. Got any dirty laundry?"

"No, it's all in the hampers ... except this," he said, tossing her the undies and the pajama pants. He never wore a pajama top to bed.

In his room he selected some of his favourite underwear. He hated the baggy-ass boxers like his dad wore, and hated even more the white briefs that mothers always bought for their sons. He had a few of the former, many of the latter. But he liked best his "low-rise briefs" that his Uncle Gary bought him for Christmas. Coloured, they looked like olympic style swim trunks, and fit pretty much the same. He selected a dark blue pair and put them on, feeling a little more secure. He liked the support they gave his balls, though he couldn't exactly say why.

Dark blue pants. A gray short-sleeve shirt, the pullover kind with three buttons, only the bottom one of which he ever buttoned. Blue socks. Blue and white sneakers. And his green army shirt which he wore instead of a jacket. It might be chilly all the way into the afternoon.

Jacob had a brief conversation with his mother as he packd his lunch in the plastic box. He gathered his map and compass (which he couldn't remember how to use exactly) and several other things he might use.

In the backyard shed, under a big plastic cover, was his new bicycle. He'd checked the tires yesterday and the brakes and it was ready to go. He wished he had a garage like the McCleese family to keep it in. Putting his things in the saddle-bags, he rode it out of the backyard fence, dutifly dismounting and closing the gate, and rode the nineteen blocks to Anne's house, jacket flapping behind him.

The McCleese family was rich. And Mr McCleese paid well for Jacob's odd-jobs, which consisted largely of washing and waxing their four vehicles, which was Jacob's specialty. He rode into the driveway and parked his bike next to Mrs. McCleese's red sports car. There were only two cars in the carport; usually there were three or four.

Anne McCleese answered the kitchen door. "Hi Jacob! Come on in." Anne always called him Jacob instead of "Jake", which was another thing he liked about her. He didn't like "Jake", which only his mother and brother called him. He went in sensing a bit of disappointment in his friend's demeanor and then saw she was limping.

"Anne, is your foot all right?" He asked.

"I sprained my ankle yesterday," she explained, "and, well, the doctor says I'm not supposed to run on it for a couple of weeks."

Jacob looked at her foot. Without socks, he could see her ankle was a bit swollen and was glad to hear it wasn't broken. She was wearing a brown pullover shirt that fit her slim body rather snugly. He didn't notice the bra, nor did he notice how well her low-rise (they called them hip-huggers then) tan pants fit her slim hips. She raised her hand to brush her short brown hair out of her eye, exposing a little bit of slim waist and tummy.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," he said, and the both knew that their big long bike trip was going to be on hold.

"I would have called you to tell you, but I wanted you to come over anyway. Mom and Dad are gonna be gone all weekend, and I can't go out riding or anything. I'm in charge here. Maybe we can do something."

An hour later they were playing their favourite make-believe game, Space Explorers. Ray guns in holsters at their belts (he'd made the ray guns with plastic and glue and wood and metal rods and she had bought the holsters at an Army-Navy store along with the belts, they were into their adventure, exploring a new planet (the family's huge basement) and trying to escape from the aliens who were shooting at them.

"Hey, pretend they capture us," he said. "Or one of us and the other can come to the rescue."

She always wanted him to be the Commander (his "uniform" shirt, which he wasn't wearing, had three stripes sewn around the sleeves; hers, into which she'd changed, had two.) He'd offered to go back to his house to get his but she didn't want him to leave yet.

"Which of us can be captured?" she asked. They flipped a coin and he was the victim. He took off his jacket and pistol belt dutifully and laid them on the sofa. She ran upstairs and returned with several lengths of clothesline.

"What's that for?" Jacob asked.

"They're gonna tie you up," Anne answered.

"We could just pretend."

"It'll be more, um, fun, you know, realistic. Come on, put your hands behind you."

Jacob turned and put his hands behind him. But she stopped for a minute and said, "Uh, you know, you could take off your shirt."

"Why?"

"Because they're gonna torture you or something. Like they did to that guy in the movies last week." They had watched a movie last week wherein one of the main characters was captured and stripped to his waist, and his hands were tied over his head.

Jacob hesitated. "Maybe they didn't ... "

"Oh, come on, Jacob. It'll be fun. Are you afraid to take off your shirt in front of me? We've been swimming and I've seen you with your shirt off."

Jacob didn't want to appear shy, so he pulled his gray shirt over his head. Anne looked him over briefly, likeing the appearance of the shirtless boy. At her instruction, hesitating just a moment, he put his hands behind his back. She used a length of clothesline to tie his wrists, crossed, at the small of his back, taking a few minutes to do it.

"You're taking a lot of time," he chided.

"Well I want it to, um, look ... realistic."

She, unknown to him, had played tie-up games with her cousins for a few years. Of course, Jacob had played tie up a couple of times, instinctively hiding this game from his parents who would, of course, strongly object. But he'd never played it with a girl.

Moments later Jacob, just trying it out, realized he was really tied. He could not reach the knot with his fingers, it being on the back of one wrist. His arms weren't long enough to get over his butt to get his hands in front of him. Anne led him to the aliens' headquarters (an area at the end of the carpeted part of the basement, near a metal support pole) and had him sit on the floor with his back against the "hey, that's cold! Ha ha ha!" pole.

Anne stepped back and looked at him. At him trying to move his arms. Thinking about how helpless he looked--and was--like that.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jacob asked.

"I'm thinking!" she said, giggling.

She kneeled at his feet and began to untie his shoes.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Well, you can't run away with out shoes, can you?"

"Oh, well, we could just pretend that part ... "

"Here, let me make you even MORE of a prisoner," she said, and to his slight consternation, part of which was the waste of time and part of which was that he really didn't want to have to put the shoes and sock back on, rendered him barefoot. "Besides, I can tie your feet now."

She didn't tie his feet, though ... she just stood over him and pretended to be the alien queen whose men had captured him. A conversation ensued, and they played their parts, Jacob patiently waiting for "Lieutenant Anne" to come and rescue him. Anne's face lit up after a moment and she grabbed another rope. Jacob didn't protest much when she tied his ankles together and told him to just wait for her.

Jacob of course was unable to free himself in the 8 or 9 minute she was gone. When she came back, she was wearing the same tan pants but a red halter top. She didn't have enough breasts, each about the size of half a softball, to make any cleavage to speak of, but her belly and waist and midriff were now bare. She carried a stick ... it was silver in color with coloured end-caps, like a wand. She held it as such, beginning to portray the alien queen.

Jacob couldn't take his eyes off the girl's bare midriff and waist and tummy. Of course, he'd seen her in a bathing suit ... a bikini in fact ... but never in the house, and was strangely drawn to it. He realized he was staring at it but she either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Now, prisoner, you are going to be forced to kiss the queen!"

"What? Come on, Anne, that's silly."

"Not as silly as you, Commander. Tied up with your shirt off. You know, I think I like you with your shirt off."

The boy blushed.

She pulled him around, still on the carpet, and pressed his chest gently, making him lay on his crossed and bound wrists which, after a moment, he pulled up rather comfortably to the small of his back. She leaned over him and start to put her lips to his. He turned his head.

"Can't we just ..."

"No, we're not going to pretend. I've wanted to kiss you since fourth grade and now I get my chance, and I won't untie you until I get a kiss. No, three kisses. No, ten!"

She kissed in the typical pre-teen manner, her mouth closed, lips puckered gently. Jacob, rather cooperatively, returned the kiss and she kneeled over him pressing her lips to his for about ten seconds before she started to stroke his bare smooth boy-chest with her palms.

Jacob of course didn't resist, but pretended to protest. It felt good but he just was embarassed by the whole thing. Finally she kneeled up and looked at him before beginning to kiss his bare chest and tummy.

"MMMmmmmm I LOVE boys with their shirts off! Especially when they are tied up!" She kissed his little chest muscles again. "And YOU, Commander, are the best boy-with-his-shirt-off I've ever seen. Maybe the Queen of the Aliens will have to GET you!"

Jacob went back into the game, not understanding exactly what she meant, and she untied his ankles and led him around a bit with the pistol, telling him that Lieutenant Anne had also been captured and that they were going to torture her, too. The place was shielded with force fields so none of the crew of their ship could rescue them.

But instead of taking him to the laundry room, she led him, barefoot and shirtless, leaving his shirt and shoes and socks behind, up the stairs. They'd never played upstairs before, he understanding it was off-limits for play or non-adult visitors or whatever. He looked over his shoulder at his clothes ...

"Aren't you going to bring my shirt and stuff?"

"No one will be home til late, Jacob. We'll get 'em later."

And to his surprise, another flight of steps followed. He'd never been in the upstairs part of the house. (The downstairs and basement were big enough!)

She led him, one hand on his arm, one on her "wand", which she said she could stun him with or even burn holes through him, and took him to her bedroom, which was even larger than his, larger than his parents' master bedroom, though it didn't have its own bathroom. There was a desk with a typewriter on it, some model cars and two of the model space ships they had built together, the duplicates of which hung in his bedroom at home. Done in mauve with maroon curtains, the curtains closed, it was just a little dark for a spring morning. She turned him around suddenly and wrapped her arms around him, she only an inch shorter than he, her halter-covered breasts poking into his bare chest.

Jacob backed up an inch or two, embarassed that she'd feel her breasts touching him thru the halter top, but she held on and, before he could protest, kissed him for ten or twelve seconds. Was she deliberately rubbing her little breasts against his chest? He had imagined what it would be like to hug a girl with breasts. It was even better. He could not have imagined soft floppy woman's breasts at his age ... but Anne's were nice and soft but firm. After some moments he said,

"Come on, Anne, either I get loose or the Lieutenant does."

"No, the Alien Queen is going to have her ... uh, hee hee hee ... her boyfriend!"

"But, um, I want ... uh, can you untie my hands then?"

"No way, I like you like this!"

"Come on, I want ... "

Jacob said then quietly, after a brief pause while she put both palms on his boy-chest, "I want to put my arms around you. Can we pretend ..."

"Oh no, you stay tied up. I can't trust you if you're not tied up. You might try to do something."

"I promise I won't. Come one, this is kinda ... well, uh ..."

"Scary?" Anne completed the sentence. Jacob was not about to admit it but said something about being uncomfortable.

"But you can't do anything with your hands behind you, can you? That's how I want you." And with that, she pressed him onto the bed and crawled atop him, hugging him with her halter and her bare waist and her soft firm boobies.

"Mmmmmm a boy tied up with his hands behind his back and his shirt off ... I can do anything I want now. You're my prisoner."

"But what if someone comes home!"

"No one's coming home and you're not going anywhere." She giggled and added, " unless you want to walk home barefoot and with no shirt and with your hands tied. Behind your back! Oh I love you like this!"

After some squirming on his part, only half reluctantly because he wanted another kiss and to feel her arms around him again, she slid down and tied his ankles again, "so you can't kick or fight. You're gonna be all mine!"

He blushed because when she bent over his feet he could see down her top and see the tops of her breasts. He squirmed a little uncomfortably, helpless.

She came back up but not to kiss him. She unbuckled the sliding buckle on his cub-scout belt and, instead of taking it off as he expected (maybe to use to tie him more) she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

"No, wait, come on Anne, not that!" Jacob struggled in earnest now, afraid she'd actually strip him. And she did just that, pulling his pants down to his bound ankles and looking him over before running hands and lips over his chest. He could not free his hands and didn't want to thrash too violently, as someone might get hurt."

"Come on, Anne, let me have my pants! Please?" The boy was close to begging. She slid her hands on his body and teased him about being tied up and couldn't get away as he squirmed, which made her giggle even more.

"Can't get loose, can you? Poor captive. That's what you are ... my captive. And I can do what I want. This is gonna be sooooo cool!" She stared at his nearly-naked body, at the briefs which, thankfully, weren't the usual boy kind. He thought she might tease him about how they look like panties, but she appeared to like them. Before he could relax about that, his undies were pulled down his legs, forcefully, to join his jeans at his bound ankles.

"Nooooo come on please Anne! You can't see me like this. I'm ... "

"Naked? Well, almost. Quit flopping around, how am I supposed to love on you when you're doing that?"

"I can't help it." The boy tried and tried to free his hands, to her amusement and her excitement. She took the belt from his pants.

"Well, I know how I can get you completely naked so you can't pull your pants up." She smiled looking at his smooth naked body.

"How? Come on, who cares? Get me loose and let me get dressed. Someone might see ... and, well, you're a GIRL!"

"And YOU are a BOY, obviously," she said, giggling. She wrapped the belt twice around his knees, binding them. "Can't have you running away, can we?"

Jacob was about to answer when she moved to his ankles. In a moment, they were untied but, of course, with his knees bound, he was still fairly immobile. She had done it, of course, just to get his pants off his legs.

"Hey, no fair!" Jacob tried to giggle nervously but she slid back up his body, kissing his flat tummy and his smooth chest.

And then she did it. She wrapped her little fingers around his balls! His eyes opened wide as saucers, afraid she'd hurt him. "No! No please! Not THAT! Come on, let me go please? I'll kiss you some more if you . . . NOOOOOOO! Oh shit no please not that!"

She was squeezing his little nuts, smiling at him, at his helplessness. He dare not turn too fast lest he pull his own nuts. "I'm not gonna let go until you promise not to fight me."

"No come on let me go please it hurts!"

She squeezed a little more, twisting, just like her Aunt Tillie had told her. "Promise first." She knew he would have to keep any promise he made, as would she of course to her bestest friend.

"Ahhh okay okay I promise I won't fight!"

She released his balls and began, warning him not to talk, to shower his young body with kisses and hugs and caresses, his chest and belly and thighs and hips and finally she straddled his belly, sitting up and reaching behind her.

"Now I'm gonna give you a treat."

She untied her halter top and tossed it aside, exposing now not only her waist and flat tummy, but her developing breasts as well. And when she leaned over him to plant her lips on his for another pre-teen kiss, her breasts rubbed his bare smooth chest, driving him completely crazy. His pecker got hard immediately, to his embarassment and her delight.

"Now remember you promised not to fight or kick," she reminded him. He lay there, on his bound hands, looking up while she unbuckled the belt from his knees, freeing his legs. She reminded him somehow that he'd better co-operate or she would do something mean to his balls.

"Come on, let me go please ... I want to put my arms around you ..."

"Hush or I'll gag you."

He shut up, not because he didn't want to be gagged--he didn't think gags worked anyway--but because he didn't want her to waste time going for something to gag him with. She had kicked off her own shoes, wincing at her sore ankle, and now she was taking off her pants. He stopped struggling and watched, wide-eyed, as she stripped first to a little pair of light blue bikini panties, showing even more of her little belly under her navel, and then slid off her panty, naked.

Then she announced: "I'm gonna have my way with you."

"But, but, uh, have you ever ..."

"No, you're gonna be my first. And I'm gonna be YOUR first. And I'm gonna keep you tied up naked until . . . "

"But how do you know what to do? Come one, please let me have my clothes back!" But Jacob was not resisting at all. He was embarassed, scared a little, afraid to admit that he loved all the attention to his skin.

"I know all kinds of stuff," she said, as she started rubbing her boobs on his chest again. He couldn't get a good look at her pussy, which was hairless, but he did see part of her butt, as she turned to remove her panty. He got hard again almost immediately, to his embarassment and her delight.

"I love you like this," she said. "You won't be grabbing at my tits (she'd never used that word in front of him before) and hurting them. And I can do whatever I want. With my prisoner."

She straddled him, her eyes warning him not to speak, and after some working around she got his stiffy into her slit, easily because, as she'd tell him later, she'd been using her Aunt Tilly's dildo for eight months now. It was clumsy and it took several tries, as he kept slipping out. She didn't want to go too fast because he might "cum" and get soft and she wanted his stiffy. She said something about him being "raped" by the Alien Queen, and kept it up, leaning foreward to rub her nipples and breasts on his chest, sometimes gently which drove him mad, sometimes firmly which made him want to hug her and kiss her.

And finally she stiffened and had her first boy-induced orgasm. It wasn't as good as the dildo, she thought, but a whole lot more fun. She kept going until she knew he'd had his own dry orgasm. She lay across him for a bit then got up.

She had her back to him as she wiped her pussy with a cloth she got from somewhere, and then she put on her panty, her tan pants, and her halter top. He sat up watching her, naked, hands still behind him, wanting to have his hands free and his clothes back, not knowing what to think.

"Well, are you gonna untie me now?" he asked.

She turned to him, smiling. "Nope. I like you like that. The Alien Queen might want to have you again."

"Pleeeeeeeeeease? Please? Come on, let me go, I'm all naked."

She climbed onto the bed with him, pushing him back and kissing his chest and tummy and stroking his body, she dressed and free, he bound and naked.

"OK, but you got to make a promise."

"What?"

"Next Saturday you gotta come over here again and let me tie you up with your shirt off."

"No, come on, just let me ..."

She frowned. "Either you promise, or else I'll leave you like this till Mom gets home and she will see you and so will Dad and Aunt Tillie."

Jacob was horrified. "OK, I promise. You can tie me up again next Saturday ... if ...uh, if your parents are gonna be gone."

With that, she rolled him onto his belly, untied his wrists, smiled at his cute little boy butt, and walked out while he got dressed. She came back in with his shirt and shoes ... and the two pistol belts with holstered pistols.

"Well, Commander, looks like I was too late to rescue you from the Alien Queen," she said.