The Vacation Plans

Karl came home from work in a very good mood. Because he never called in sick, he was awarded an entire week of leave. Of course, he'd have to schedule it, but a week off with pay was good. Karl got 12 days of sick leave per year and, if you didn't use any for a year, you not only accumulated it but got a week off as a bonus.

He'd already begun making plans. He was so horny at the thought of what he'd do that he stripped down and got into the shower and got nice and clean. He shaved and lay in the bed and masturbated himself while rubbing a pillow on his chest.

He thought of the first time Jhoon got to spend a whole night at his house, Jhoon's mother actually thanking him for watching the boy while she attended some meeting or other. They played tie up games most of the night and part of the next morning. It made him cum so hard that semen spurted up to his chest, unusual for Karl.

At 35, Karl was in very good shape from years of Tae Kwon Do practice. Leanly muscled, smooth-chested, very little body hair. He looked like he was in his twenties, aided by his slightly-shaggy brown hair. After wiping up with a towel, he looked at himself and smiled, liking the slim muscular fit figure he saw in the mirror, knowing that others liked it too.

Especially Jhoon.

No Tae Kwon Do pratice tonight. Karl put on one of his good suits, a dark blue one, and went to his favourite restaurant, the Oriental Restaurant which was owned and run by Jhoon's mother, Soo Lim.

Karl would like to have gotten to know Soo Lim better, but the young Korean woman made it clear that she had no romantic interest in him. They had remained good friends, especially when Karl got her son Jhoon enrolled, at reduced cost, into a Tae Kwon Do school.

Karl thought over his timetable, a timetable he'd never written down. It was time for another step, perhaps two.

After dinner (Soo Lim making sure he was treated like royalty) and a generous tip to the cute Taiwanese girl who served him, he came home. It was only about 7:30 and, as soon as he pulled in the driveway, Jhoon came riding down the street on his bicycle. Moments later, the bike was parked behind Karl's house and Jhoon was inside.

"Can we play a game, please? Mom's not coming home til late tonight 'cause it's Friday," the boy asked, eagerly, already taking off his shirt.

"Hmmmmm, well, I guess so. I'm not busy at the moment," the man replied.

"Get me good, OK?"

Karl smiled. "OK, but everything comes off, my captive prisoner."

Jhoon almost squeeled with delight, calling at the last minute for his ancestral discipline. He removed every stitch of his clothes, and put them in the box in Karl's spare bedroom, as well as the rubber bands he kept on his wrists, to explain any grooves in his skin, locking the box and bringing the key to Karl. Karl pocketed the key as Jhoon turned around and put his hands behind his back to be tied.

It was his favourite way ... and Karl's.

Karl had previously masturbated on the boy's body, and the boy on Karl's, and Karl had sucked the boy's pecker once. They hadn't had such contact in a few weeks, since the time Jhoon had spent the night with Karl.

Karl was tying Jhoon's hands behind him and decided to pull his arms back and tie the elbows, too. Jhoon's arms went easily back, the boy being very flexible, and soon the boy's arms were immobilized and the naked boy was helpless.

"Nyah! I got you, naked prisoner!" Karl said in his villan voice.

"Oh no, please let me go, please give me some clothes," the boy begged, getting into the part. Karl grabbed the boy and took him to the bedroom where he tied his ankles to his wrists, hogtie style, and left him on the bed. He rubbed the boy's chest and tummy and got his fingers around the boy's balls.

"No, not my balls! Noooooo!" the boy said, as if he were frightened. It was exciting, but not scary any more. The boy knew the man could do anything he wanted but also knew that the man loved him and wouldn't hurt him.

"Nyah, I'll be back to TORTURE you later," Karl said, and went to his own room while Jhoon rolled around, giving himself a stiffy, and rubbing it against the matress some, not able to really get a good rub.

Karl took off his suit and was about to put on some pants, when he decided that he'd rather have the boy see him in something less. He was wearing dark blue bikini-type underwear, which looked like speedos on him. He checked himself out and smiled, and returned to the boy in his undies.

The boy's eyes lit up when he saw Karl like that. Jhoon loved rubbing against the man's skin almost as much as he loved his own skin being rubbed, and he liked the man's muscles.

Karl untied Jhoon's feet from his hands and lay him on the bed. Jhoon rolled around and around, not falling from the bed, playing the part of a captured helpless frightened boy ... inadvertantly showing off his cute butt and hairless balls and circumsized little boy pecker. Karl was still elated, not believing his luck, that the boy's parents had, unusually for asians, had the boy circumsized when he was a baby. Karl had a preference for circumsized penises, like his own.

"Tie me up more," Jhoon said, but Karl just kissed the boy's chest and rubbed it and cuddled the boy to his own bare muscular chest.

"No, there's not enough time for a long game. Oh, look, Jhoon is getting a stiffy!"

Jhoon giggled, embarassed, but not horrified like the first time, over a year ago, that he got a hardon in front of Karl.

"Now, it's torture unless you answer questions."

"If I answer, will you let me jack off? Or jack me off?"

"We'll see. Now, when does your mother get off work tonight?"

"She'll get home about midnight, after the restaurant closes and she tells everyone what to do before they go home."

"Good. Now, when does she have another trip or meeting?"

"I don't know. There's one class on some kind of foreign cooking she wants to take but I think she's gonna send Mr Park."

Karl knew about this, of course ... Soo Lim had told him about it one night after Tae Kwon Do practice. It was some kind of Thai cooking, something she could use to increase the menu at her Oriental Restaurant.

"Why?"

"Cause it's a week long and she can't leave me alone that long. Gosh I wish I could stay with you for a week."

Karl began to rub the boy's genitals, gently, making the boy squirm more.

"Don't say another word about it ... just find out when it is."

"That's easy. There's a bunch of papers about it in the desk . I'll bring you one. Now please, I gotta ... cum!" the boy said remembering the word, and not wanting to say "orgasm" because it sounded funny.

Karl hugged and cuddled Jhoon for a bit more, and then let Jhoon hump his belly while he kissed the boy's chest. For now, Karl would wait til later to masturbate himself. Not too much at one time, he reminded himself.

After the boy had a nice dry orgasm, he was allowed to run around the house with his hands tied behind him, Karl chasing him and catching him and rubbing his body before letting him run again. At 10 o'clock, the phone rang. It was Jhoon's mother's number, but Karl was not concerned. Jhoon had forewarded all calls to Karl's number. He held the phone to Jhoon's ear so Jhoon could talk, the naked boy talking to his mom while his hands were tied behind him. His mom thought he was at home.

After a short English conversation (they only spoke Korean at home, to preserve the language, and practice English on all other occasions, including phone calls), the boy said "bye" and said she was just checking up on him and that she'd be home around midnight.

Jhoon walked around naked with his hands tied behind him, really trying to get loose, delighted when he couldn't, asking about the chains Karl had used on him a couple of times, and at 10:30 Karl untied the boy and cuddled him, rubbing his wrists. The marks from the ropes faded quickly, and when the box was unlocked, Jhoon put the rubberbands on his wrists, some of them fit snugly, most loosely. Two of them, Karl noticed, were wide plastic-rubber bands, one yellow, one green. Jhoon said the kids at school wore them and Karl paid little attention to them.

By 11:00, Jhoon was dressed and rode his bike carefully home, in the dark, on the nearly vacant streets.

* * *

Karl thought that the next two weeks went like a movie with too much background and not enough action. Like an old fashioned science fiction story, which was all explanation and no plot.

But he'd scheduled his bonus week the same week Soo Lim's potential conference was. It was in the summer, when Jhoon wouldn't be in school. And he mentioned it several times and finally pulled out the pamphlet. To make a boring segment short, he talked SooLim into going to the conference. Yes, Jhoon could stay with him. Yes, it was summer and yes he had the week off and no he hadn't one plan for the week off. "It's a bonus week and I really didn't make any plans," he'd told her, not telling her that he could have scheduled it whenever he wanted.