Sunday

So on Sunday afternoon, Jhoon, with a bag of clothes, two karate uniforms, and a big smile, kissed his mom good-bye on the front porch of Karl's house. Soo Lim thanked the man again, saying he'd be the first to be able to try her new recipes when she returned. Of course, they spoke about half in Korean and half in English, Karl initiating it, saying he wanted to practice speaking Korean.

And by Sunday evening, Jhoon, his things locked in a box, naked, stood on the cold concrete floor of Karl's basement room. Originally intended as a family room, the floor unfinished and most of the paneling incomplete, some shelves put up on one wall, Karl opened the big box which was sitting on the table.

"We're gonna have fun for a whole week," he told Jhoon. "We'll go swimming some and we'll play tie-ups every day!"

Jhoon was almost jumping with excitement. "Are you gonna keep me naked all the time?" he asked.

"Most of it, while you're in the house."

"And tied up?"

"One way or the other, most of the time, yes."

Karl in his black karate pants, wearing nothing else, seemed indifferent to the cool air in the basement. He kept the air conditioning on to encourage cuddling on the part of his naked playmate. When he turned around, Jhoon was facing away from him, his hands behind his back over his little butt, waiting to be bound.

"Tie me up different than you ever did before! Real good! Please?"

Karl smiled and said nothing, beginning to bind the boy's wrists crossed behind his back, using the clothesline he so often used because it was secure but easy to get untied in a hurry. He thought and removed the line, using some soft cotton 1/3-inch diameter rope instead. Knots would be harder to pick, but they were in no hurry tonight, he reminded himself.

Then he lifted the boy to the table, bound his ankles, and said he had a surprise. He blindfolded the boy. He raised the boy's legs and the boy could not bring them down. Finally, he moved the box from the table and moved the table. The boy was left naked, hanging by his ankles, his hands tied behind his back, the blindfold removed. The boy's head was about 3 feet from the floor.

"Nyah ha ha!" Karl said. "Now you'll NEVER get away!"

The boy jerked and squirmed, not worrying at all about falling, until Karl warned him. But, of course, Karl didn't want his pet injured and took care to make the bindings secure, the boy hanging by a thicker rope, bound to his ankle rope, from a sturdy floor joist. The boy was allowed to hang for some time, spinning slowly, showing off his naked body. Karl sat and watched.

When he figured the boy had been upside down long enough, he came over and began to fondle the Jhoon's balls a bit, telling the boy how helpless he was and that he could hurt him and torture him. And, of course, their play torture involved lots of hand-on-skin and stroking and fondling and groping.

Karl untied Jhoon's wrists and tied them together over his head, so they'd hang down.

Jhoon giggled. "I can untie my hands with my teeth," he said.

"Really?"

Karl brought Jhoon's bound wrists, by the length of rope that hung from them, and pulled the boy til he was almost horizontal, his back making a bow and his tummy hanging down. He tied the wrists to another floor joist, so the boy was hanging by his wrists and ankles, more or less horizontally. His face and hands and feet were above the level of Karl's head, but his tummy and hips hung down to about eye level. Karl savored the sight, the boy squirming, pretending to be tortured.

It didn't take long for Jhoon to figure out that he could flip around so he was face up, facing the "ceiling" of the basement, his butt hanging down. And of course, Karl pinched and otherwise "tortured" his little sweet Korean butt in the process. Whenever Jhoon would flip the other way, his balls became the target.

After Jhoon began to get uncomfortable, Karl untied his legs. "No, I wanna stay up here some more," he said. But Karl insisted. "You want to play all week or just play one night and spend the next few nights getting well?" he asked. Jhoon, hanging naked by his wrists, kicked his legs squirming. Karl hugged the boy, chest to chest, stroking his body and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hehehe I like it when you kiss me." Jhoon said.

"Yeah, I can kiss you all over like this."

But after some hugging, Karl let the boy down and untied his wrists. "Time for a bathroom break," he told Jhoon.

Jhoon, sporting another "stiffy", went to the bathroom more to jerk off than to pee, though he did both. He came out, naked, and went back to the basement to find Karl.

Karl grabbed the boy and wrestled him to the carpeted area of the floor, actually just a giant old (but clean) rug on the concrete at one part. Karl slipped a big plastic something or other over the boy's head. It was like a two-piece helmet, with a front and a back. There were air holes in the top, on either side of the hinges. The hinges were tightly bolted to the polymer material. The bottom of the device, when it was brought together, fitted almost like a collar. Karl had made the helmet from a black polymer vase, which was supposed to hold outdoor plants. The edges, where it had been cut with a saw, were smoothed and rubber strips were epoxy-glued to make a tight fit.

Of course, two little padlocks were put on the device, Karl sitting on poor Jhoon's back, the boy's arms trapped beside him. When the man got up, Jhoon could not see. He could not remove the device, and Karl watched with delight as the boy, carefully at first, then more insistant, attempted to remove the device.

"Now," Karl began, and Jhoon, standing now, let his arms down, "now you can't see. You can't get any food. And unless you want to try to drown yourself, you can't drink, even if you can find water."

Jhoon tried more. He didn't much care for this thing. It was interesting, but he enjoyed seeing his body tied up, and seeing Karl's bare chest.

"I can't see anything!" he said. "Come on, I wanna see!"

"No," Karl said. "Not yet. I've something else to do to you."

Jhoon giggled, it being hard to cuddle against Karl with the helmet locked on, Karl lifting the boy and laying him on the table again, on his back. The boy's arms were pulled out and something put around his wrists, something wide and snug. The boy's arms were about at shoulder level. His legs were spread and, as Karl put the wide things on his ankles, Jhoon discovered to his delight that he could not move his arms, they being pulled out to the sides and secured. There was some clinking and clanking and finally the helmet was unlocked and removed. Jhoon breathed a deep breath and looked around him.

On each wrist and ankle was a strap, like a collar, wide, tight, impossible to slip out of. Each strap was connected by a rope to a bar on each side of him. His ankles were fastened to the bars at the bottom. As the boy looked up, he saw a bar over his head. Ropes from the bar went to the ceiling to pullies he hadn't noticed before.

Karl went and began pulling on the ropes. He pulled hard, but the pully arrangement kept things smooth, and soon the boy was standing in a rectangular frame, his feet resting on the bottom, his arms out to his sides, his legs spread, and of course, naked.

"Cool!" he said. "This is soooo cool!"

The boy struggled, satisfied that he was held captive and helpless, jerking his bonds as the frame was lifted higher until it touched the pullies. He was bare, all the way around. And Karl let him know it, running his hands all over the boy's body, particularly his little balls.

"No, not my balls again!" Jhoon said, giggling.

"Yes, it's ALWAYS your balls, my prisoner, my naked helpless captive. Because they are so pretty!"

"Yuk, balls aren't pretty!"

"Yours are ... 'cause you're young and don't have nasty man-hair all over"

Jhoon giggled and struggled, and with Karl's hands over his chest (both of them, Karl recognised a long time ago, loved chest contact, the pecs being like an erogenous zone) and his genitals, the boy soon had a stiffy. A raging one.

Karl played with it, and the boy's balls, while the boy tried to free his arms. But hanging there, it was no use. Karl then walked behind the boy and reached around him to play with his chest with one arm and his balls with the other hand. Jhoon moaned and finally begged:

"Come on, Karl, please ... I gotta jerk off! I'll ... I'll do anything!"

Karl though that this was the week to try a new act on the boy.

"Anything?"

"Yeah! I gotta cum! Please?"

Karl smiled bigtime, the boy's naked squirming body indicating that he was in REAL torment. Karl kissed the boy's cheek.

"OK, listen. I'll jack you myself." Jhoon's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning, looking at wrapped gifts under a big tree. "But you gotta do it for me, too."

"Anything," Jhoon said, turning to look at the man.

"And you gotta use your mouth."

"Huh?"

"Remember like I did?"

"You mean, I gotta give you a blowjob?"

Karl had been unprepared for that term, and pretended to think about it. "Yes, that's about right. A blowjob. Like I did you."

Jhoon grinned. "Oh, yeah! Sure! I'd love to play with YOUR dick!"

Karl tormented him for awhile longer, then laid the frame, lowering it, on the floor. Jhoon squeeled as his naked chest and tummy hit the cold concrete floor, and did not resist as Karl brought his hands behind his back and tied them there with the rope again before he'd release the boy's ankles.

Jhoon was shivering just a little, which Karl liked, because it made him want to cuddle more. Karl blindfolded the "captive" tied a cord around his balls, much to the boy's interest. He'd been tied that way before; he could not get his hands around to his scrotum and, of course, had to walk wherever Karl led him, since the man was holding the end of the cord. They went upstairs, where it was warmer, and Karl laid the boy on a bed, brushing the little bit of dust off the boy's skin.

"Why can't I see?" Jhoon said, pretending to pout. "You get to see!"

"Yes, and I get to wear clothes, and you don't. And I get to be free and you are tied up like my naked captive to TORTURE! Nyah ha ha!"

Karl began tickling the boy, then nibbling on his tummy and chest and waist, then patting his butt. Jhoon, despite the mild discomfort of having his balls tied, was sporting another stiffy. Karl, of course, was rock hard.

At Karl's instruction, the blindfolded, naked Jhoon, with his hands behind his back, tied there securely, was kneeling in front of Karl.

"Tie my feet too so I can't run away," Jhoon said. Karl bound the boy's ankles and then tied them to his wrists, so the boy was in a kneeling hogtie, sitting on his heels, his mouth open waiting for Karl's cock. Karl had coached him and, of course, had told him over the last few months, bits of a time, enough anatomy and physiology, simplified, so that Jhoon's first time sucking a cock would be successful.

"We'll torture the girl if you don't suck," Karl said, in his villan voice again. "We'll grind off her feet and poke her eyes out and pour acid all over her!"

Jhoon got into the part, naked, helpless, being "forced" to take part in his own "torture", to save an imaginary girl. Actually, he thought it was going to be sooooo cool to suck a cock, despite what the kids at school said about it.

And so he did. He sucked and sucked, using his tongue, and keeping his lips over his teeth, gagging occasionally when Karl got a little carried away, his little chest heaving when he timed he breathing with the movements of his head. His jaw became tired rather quickly, but Karl, worked up and not wanting to make the boy work too hard the first time, with a little help from his own hands, spurted his seed into the boy's mouth. Jhoon, prepared for it, swallowed it, not liking the taste of it or the sliminess but not completely put off by it, either.

"I hope I can cum when I get older," he said.

"You will. Maybe when you're 13 or 14, sometimes earlier."

Two hours later, Karl was in his karate pants again. Jhoon was naked, untied, sitting next to Karl on the couch as they ate Pizza. The pizza delivery girl would have been shocked had she known, as she stood in the livingroom getting paid, that in the next room, a naked 10 year old boy was tied up, hands behind him, feet tied, stuffed between the matress and box spring of the bed in Karl's spare bedroom.

The two watched TV, eating pizza and drinking Coke. After that, bathroom and brushing teeth.

"Will you tie me up all night?" Jhoon asked, rather hopefully.

Karl looked at his wrists. "No, not tonight. Maybe I'll just chain you to the bed by your neck.

Jhoon was a little disappointed. He'd hoped to be kept tied up for a whole night, which Karl promised him later in the week. "Of course, maybe I'll tie you to the spare bed and then leave you there while I sleep ..."

"Nooooo!" Jhoon said, wrapping his arms around Karl. "I wanna sleep with you!"

And so they spent the first night of their vacation, the boy snuggled up to Karl, kissing his chest muscles and the man stroking the boy's smooth skin.

Monday

Early Monday morning, as Karl was used to getting up early, he climbed out of bed. Jhoon was still sleeping. Karl moved the furniture in the living room, emptying out a large space in the middle.

Jhoon woke up later and went to the bathroom. The boy was still naked, and had since not given one thought to being naked in front of the man, except for how exciting it was most of the time. He came into the livingroom. Karl was wearing his white karate pants, without the top, and was stretching. Jhoon sat down next to him and began stretching, too.

The two worked out, in the space allowed, doing some situps, pushups, lots of stretching, and some standing punches and kicks, repeating the moves at Karl's discretion, following his cadence. Finally, when both were sweating, they went to the bathroom and showered together; following was a light breakfast and brushing of teeth. The furniture was replaced.

They sat around and watched some movies on TV and generally loafed around all morning, until it was noon.

"I got a good idea," Jhoon said. "Why don't you capture me and pretend like you're torturing me, and fix it so I can jerk around and squirm and try to get loose. Like ... maybe some kind of, um, torture thing is on me or something.

Karl thought. "I've got an idea about that, but it'll have to wait. But I think it's time to put my prisoner in rope so he doesn't try to get dressed and run away."

Karl had, of course, locked up all of the boy's clothes. Jhoon knew this and stuck out his tongue and ran, naked, through the livingroom and to the basement door, Karl following, but not too closely. When the boy was cornered in the basement, he turned around, holding his hands over his pecker and balls, backing away from Karl as if frightened, or trying to escape. He grinned and giggled when the man picked him up in his arms, carried him to the big table, and put the boy, on his belly, on the table. He giggled again when his bare chest and tummy touched the cold tabletop.

In a few moments, his wrists were crossed and bound behind his back, and Jhoon began to squirm. He was now, once again, a naked helpless prisoner. Karl rolled him over onto his back and grabbed his balls.

"No, not my balls again!" Jhoon begged, but Karl had already gotten his fingers around them. "Nyah ha ha," Karl said, "torture time again! I got your BALLS! I can SQUEEZE them and TWIST them and PULL them and make you HURT!" Karl teased his captive.

"Karl? Would you really hurt me?"

"No, of course not ... it's just pretend."

"But I mean, make it really hurt ... not too bad or something that will make me have to go to the doctor or something ... but I want you to really hurt me a little bit. Not too much...."

"Hmmmmm I've got an idea about that, too" Karl said.

With that, Karl tied the boy's scrotum again, and tied it to his wrists, so that the boy could not move his arms without pulling his nuts. Also, tied like that, the scrotum was rather tight around the boy's little balls, which, of course, made them more tender and sensitive to touch.

Karl carefully lifted the Jhoon from the table. He could walk if he was careful, running would have been uncomfortable if not painful. Karl led the boy upstairs, and laid him on the bed, his ankles tied apart to the lower bedposts. The boy lay on his back unable to sit up (due to the rope on his balls) or roll over (because his legs were spread) with his hands helplessly behind his back. Completely naked of course.

Karl flicked the boy's balls with his fingers. The boy yelped. "Ow, that hurt!" "You said you wanted real pain." "Not there" "Too bad!" "Nooooo!"

Karl flicked them a few times, the boy interested but obviously uncomfortable. The boy squirmed a bit, forgetting his hands, and pulling painfully on the rope.

"Owwww!"

"Want me to stop?"

"No ... just, well do something else."

Karl sat next to the boy, rubbing his chest and belly and dawdling with his pecker, which of course began to become stiff. He grinned and untied the boy from the bed, and untied his balls from his hands. He left the cord on the balls, though. He took the boy into the basement and put him on the table, and hogtied him tightly. The boy was already cramping, and completely immobilized.

"Now, you gotta have a safeword." Karl said.

"What's that?"

"When it becomes too real for you, when it hurts too bad, when you want me to stop, you say that special word."

"Oh, ok ... like ..."

"Try 'Boston'."

"Like the city?"

"Yes. Just get the word 'Boston' in the sentence, or just say 'Boston' and I'll stop until you are OK again. It's for safety."

"OK"

By that time, Karl had tied a rope around the hogtie and looped it through a pulley on the ceiling. He began to pull. The boy's stomach was on the table, and after a moment he was pulled up, off the table, hanging by his bound wrists & ankles, spinning slowly, his body a very large arch, his back bent severely.

"Oh, wow, I can almost not stand it!" Jhoon exclaimed, pleased with the situation.

The boy was groaning after a few minutes, trying to straighten his back, not strong enough to do it. The cord was hanging from his balls as Karl moved the table away. Karl told him he called it a "hanging hogtie".

Jhoon groaned and pulled and when Karl threatened to hang a heavy weight from the boy's balls, the boy got a look on his face that was halfway between delight and fright. Karl didn't do it, of course, and when the boy began to shake, he let him down. Jhoon was just about to figure out how to use "Boston" in a sentence.

As the boy lay on the table, still immobilized and helpless, they talked a bit about the hanging. How it would be if he weren't let down .. how it would just get worse and worse.

"There's something else I can do, too. You might not like it, but I think I'll try it." Karl said.

"What?"

The man lifted the boy, his hands still tied behind him and his feet tied. "You remember when I tied your hands behind your back AND mine together?"

The boy thought and, smiling, nodded. "Yeah, you jacked off rubbing on my butt."

"Well, there's another torture I could do. I could jack off INSIDE your butt. It's like a real torture."

"Oh, shit, like ...like gay people do!" the boy said, surprising Karl.

"Yes, but if you're not gay, it's torture. It hurts, especially at first."

"How do they ... I mean, yours is so big ... can it really fit?"

"Yes, and I'm going to prove it to you."

By then he'd carried the naked boy to the bedroom again. He blindfolded the boy and untied his ankles, and after some instruction, the boy was kneeling on the bed, his butt in the air, his wrists bound at the small of his back, his face to the matress.

"But it won't fit" the boy complained, squirming his wrists, clearly enjoying being helpless and naked and blindfolded."

"You've put your finger in there before, haven't you?"

The boy was embarassed but said, "Yeah, a couple of times ... to, well, to dig out one that was stuck."

Karl didn't know exactly what Jhoon meant by that. He got undressed and on his knees behind the boy. He rubbed something on his cock to make it slippery, and put the head of his cock against the boy's butthole.

"Ohhh! Woo!" the boy said, as the cock began to slip inside him. "Ohhhhh it hurts, it's ... stretching!"

"Want to call your safeword?"

The boy thought ... "I'll try to take it. Oh, oh!"

Karl very patiently worked his circumsized manhood into the boy's butt, instructing the boy to relax, like he'd been trying to hold it in and now was about to let it out. "Don't push, just don't resist," he said.

And it went in to the hilt, the boy crying, even a few tears coming out, but the boy didn't call his safeword. He squirmed his arms, helplessly, and when the man reached around the boy he was stiff.

"Oh, Jhoon's got a stiffy," Karl said. He began to expertly masturbate the boy, who of course could not do anything about it. Karl knew that, when sexually aroused, pain could be more easily ignored. "Now we can torture you and fuck your butt at the same time, nyah ha ha! And you'll never get away!

The boy squirmed and got into the part, really enjoying it, he was getting some kind of real torture that wouldn't really hurt him. He didn't want to have his arm broken or anything that would keep him from playing and going through his normal routine, and didn't want any marks on him to explain.

And Jhoon had another dry orgasm, the man's following soon. Afterwards, Jhoon still naked with his hands tied behind him, cuddling in Karl's arms, he wanted, and received, reassurance that no one would ever find out about their games.

After untying his captive and a trip to the bathroom, Jhoon came back for more. "Come on, tie me up again! Pretend like they get my balls and dick again!"

Karl smiled, Jhoon not having removed the cord from his balls. Twenty minutes later, the boy was stretched out and tied, naked, in the metal frame, the frame hanging up in the basement from the floor joists. Karl was wearing his karate pants but nothing else. The boy was stretched out much more than he had been the first time.

"Nyah! You can't move at all! You're all mine!" Karl said. He ran his hands over Jhoon's body; the boy of course jerking and squirming and pretending like he was captured and being tortured. "I'm gonna eat you alive! Nyah ha ha! Then the little monsters will take bites out of you!"

Karl began nibbling and kissing over Jhoon's sweet young smooth body: chest, tummy, thighs, buttcheeks; running his hands all over the boy, and fondling his pecker and balls.

"You're NAAAAAAAAAA-ked and all TIED UP! Nyah ha ha! Can't get away!" Karl teased his captive. Jhoon squirmed delightfully, Karl feasting on the boy's body, playing with his little pecker til it got stiff again.

"Now I'm gonna suck your dick!" Karl stated, as if it was something the boy would not want. And proceeded to do just that. Playing with the boy's helpless balls, he sucked and licked the little stiffy til Jhoon had another orgasm.

"Get me down," the boy panted.

"Why, are you hurting?"

"No, I wanna rub against you!"

So Karl rubbed his chest against the boy, who was begging to be allowed to put his arms around the man. Finally, with warning that he was not to reach up and remove the blindfold, Karl lowered the frame and united Jhoon, tying the boy's hands again behind his back and smacking his butt playfully.

"MMmmm I like you with your hands behind you, Jhoon," he said, kissing the boy's body. Jhoon cuddled close, wanting more contact.

Jhoon, his wrists and elbows bound, bent over, standing on the floor, a rope from his wrists pulling his arms up, forcing him to bend over, the rope attached to an overhead eyebolt, squirmed uncomfortably. Jhoon had seen this picture before somewhere but could not remember where. Karl of course had a field day with Jhoon's balls, keeping poor Jhoon's ankles far apart using the spreader bar he'd fashioned from a long chain, a three-foot aluminium pipe, and two snaphooks. Padlocks could have been used, but of course Jhoon's hands were well away from the device.

By the time he released Jhoon, the boy had a raging stiffy again, as did Karl. Karl carried the boy upstairs, put him on the bed, his hands still tied behind him ("No, please don't untie me yet ... keep me like this a little longer!"), laid atop the boy who squirmed and twisted his young naked boy body delightfully, rubbing his hard pecker agains the man's hard cock. They rubbed each other, the boy being allowed to cum first by rubbing on the man's belly as the man kissed and nibbled on the boy's perfect chest; then the man rubbed his cock on the boy's chest and spurt his seed on the boy's skin.

Untied, later, the naked Jhoon was thinking up other ways to be tied up, most of them involving being suspended or tied upside down. Karl looked at Jhoon's wrists and said that there would be no more tie ups today, but kept the boy happy by locking a chain around his neck, attaching it via a small padlock to various immovable objects. The boy giggled as he talked, on the telephone, to his mother, who had called to check on him. He was chained by the neck to a pole in the basement, chilly, naked, playing with his willie while he talked to his mom, thinking it a great thrill.

Jhoon was put in the spreader bar, this time with padlocks, for the night. He was forced to sleep alone, which he didn't want, for some reason. Karl told him he had to sleep alone sometimes as part of his discipline. The boy had to walk awkwardly when he got up at 4:00 a.m. to pee. He grinned, pretending that he'd been captured and stripped and that he couldn't get away like this ... he could not even put pants on if he had them.