Tuesday

On Tuesday, Karl took Jhoon to the bathroom, not the one off his bedroom, but the other one in the hallway. He said he had a new "torture" for poor Jhoon. The boy's wrists, still grooved from the day before, were wrapped in terrycloth and then taped with silver duct tape, the kind they don't use on ducts but on kidnap victims, wrists crossed behind his back. His ankles were similarly done and then the boy was laid in the cold bathtub, naked, on his back. His knees were bent. A light chain was connected to his wrists by a small padlock (Karl had a dozen small padlocks, all taking the same key) and ran to the boy's ankles, also locked around them with a padlock. The boy could not straighten his legs.

Karl did not put the stopper in the tub. "I don't want the ice to melt and risk you drowning." He told Jhoon.

"Ice? What ice?" Jhoon asked, in the tub, on his back, unable to get up or get out, his knees bent, squirming with his hands, almost (but not quite) hogtied.

"Nooooooo! Jhoon screamed when Karl came and dumped bag after bag of ice over the boy. He'd gotten up early and gone to the local Seven-Eleven for a dozen bags of ice, hauling them back in his car before Jhoon got out of his spreader bar. The boy squeeled when the cold ice covered him. Karl laughed. The boy tried to get out of the tub but could not, and was shivering and his teeth chattering by the time Karl got the last bag of ice over him.

Cold, shivering, teeth chattering, and helpless, the chain behind him uncomfortable, the ice chips all over the poor boy, Jhoon, begged to be taken out of the tub. But Karl merely shut the bathroom door and went into the living room to watch the news.

Karl came back later. Jhoon was begging to be let out, shivering. Karl pulled the boy out of the ice and laid him on the cold bathroom floor. Not even a bathmat or towel for poor Jhoon. Jhoon was begging, "Please Karl, please get me warm. I'll do anything! Anything!"

Shortly, they were in the livingroom again, Jhoon's hands still taped behind him. He was snuggling up to Karl, trying to get warm, begging to have his hands free so he could hug his grown-up friend. Karl of course stroked and cuddled and kissed Jhoon's body all over. He finally untied the boy completely, checking his wrists, and Jhoon cuddled up with him under a blanket, on the couch, and fell asleep with the History Channel playing something about World War II.

Jhoon wanted to be tied up again, saying they only had a few more days, but Karl would not tie him up. "Your wrists need to heal up first," he told the boy. "Or I'd risk ruining them and you'd never get to be tied up anymore."

Jhoon then, with a chain on his neck, locked to a collar, naked, busied himself drawing pictures of tied up boys, all with their shirts off, some naked, a few in rags or loincloths. He drew reasonably well, having some skill and practice and lots of patience.

He had drawn about six or seven pictures (not counting the ones he messed up and threw away) by the time Karl got back with the groceries. The naked boy, chain dragging behind him, helped Karl put away the groceries and then they had lunch, having skipped breakfast. Karl brought in a large box, and took it to the basement, forbidding Jhoon to follow (as if he could have followed with that chain running from his neck to the frame of the hide-a-bed in the living room).

"Who says I can't keep you captive even if I don't tie your hands?" Karl said. Jhoon was a bit forlorn at this; he believed (as did Karl) that the hands were the key to any good tie-up. But when he walked naked, on his chain-leash, down to the basement, blindfolded, and was required to crawl into some kind of thing, and was finally allowed to remove the blindfold, he was elated.

Karl had bought a sturdy dog cage, the kind you use to transport dogs in a van, made of shiny nickel-plated steel, and naked Jhoon was sitting inside it. He could get to his knees but couldn't kneel up. He could sit but was a bit cramped. And this one didn't have all those hook things that allowed to cage to be opened a dozen ways. The top and the bottom were locked (after the cage was unfolded) and so was the door. Jhoon busied himself for hours trying to get out of the cage (Karl masturbated once and then read the mail and paid bills), rattling around and pretending to be captured, stripped, and awaiting torment. The fact that Karl had mentioned finding a couple of nine-year-old girls to come and make fun of him horrified the boy; at the same time, it excited him.

Jhoon was let out for supper and bathroom (on a chain, of course) and spent the rest of the evening in the cage. As a reward for being good, he was allowed to sleep with Karl in his bed tonight, cuddling with the man, kissing his muscles, and rubbing their bodies together.

Wednesday

On Wednesday morning, Jhoon showed Karl his wrists. They were fine. The skin was just a little red and grooved, but it was almost nothing. Jhoon could easily have explained it by the rubber bands he alway wore, loosely but still visible, around his wrists.

"Tie me up and make me suck your thing again," Jhoon begged, naked, his fingers on his own pecker. "Tie me up real good so I can't do anything at all! I wanna be tortured good!"

"Oh, really? Well, I've got an idea then, my naked captive helpless slave boy!" Jhoon giggled and the man left the boy in the living room with the TV going. He returned about 10 minutes later. He was carrying something ... made of metal, about 3 feet long ... flat long metal, smoothed on the edges. The two pieces of metal were hinged on one end, and, when closed together, formed four loops of the metal: two near the ends, and two about 1/3 of the way from each end. On the end opposite the hinged end was a hasp which could be secured with a padlock.

Jhoon watched with interest as his ankles were put into the metal loops at each end of the device, and when his wrists were put into the ones in the middle, he was stuck. He sat on the floor, unable to straighten his legs (because his arms were too short to allow it, the wrists locked in the two rings in the middle) or lay back (because his knees were bent, legs spread).

When Karl tipped the boy backwards, he was a sight. Naked. Knees pulled up, wrists at just below waist level, legs almost 3 feet apart, wrists about 18 inches apart, immobile. His pecker and balls were on display as was most of his butt.

Jhoon rolled around just a bit that way, immobile, helpless to move, and then realizes his position. As soon as his facial expression changes, Karl grabs his helplessly exposed balls.

"Now I really got you!" Karl said, smiling. Jhoon immediately got into it. "No, no not that! Oh no I can't stop you from doing anything!"

Karl slipped out of his pajama pants and, hard, pulled the boy to a sitting position again. He stepped, one foot thru the loop formed by the boy's arms and the metal restraint, turning the boy's head.

The boy turned his head away. "No, please, not that!'

"Yes, THAT," Karl replied. "And you better get it good and wet, 'cause I'm gonna torture your butt next and you can't stop it."

Jhoon complied, being "forced" to since he was naked and in the restraint, wondering how Karl was going to sodomize him again. He soon found out.

After the man was good and wet, and Jhoon was stiff too, the man turned Jhoon onto his belly ... actually, with his knees bent, legs spread, hands held between his knees, the boy was face and knees on the carpet, ass in the air. Karl began fondling the boy's balls, threatening ...

"I'll SQUEEZE your balls and TWIST your balls and make you SCREAM, naked captive boy! Nyah ha ha!

Karl got between his legs and began to ram his cock at the boy's exposed puckered butt. The boy didn't cry this time, actually relaxing after the first few stabs, and in ten minutes the man was buried to the hilt, the boy completely helpless in this position. Karl was fucking the boy's anus again, the boy thoroughly enjoying it, enjoying the helplessness and adventure of the whole affair, knowing he was the prisoner of this man whom he loved. No clothes, kept naked and restrained or tied up or caged, he could have his strange fantasies of being captured and bound and tied ... and even thought how nice it would be to have a little girl like this, either with him in control or Karl in control of both of them, making them do things.

And after playing with Jhoon's balls, of course, and teasing him because he couldn't jack off, Karl used his hand on the boy's stiff pecker and emptied his load into Jhoon's bowels even as Jhoon had another dry orgasm, almost crying because it felt sooooooo good, the cock in his ass somehow making his "finish" more intense.

Karl wiped him off and then left him like that for awhile, smiling at the boy's exposed butt, anus, and balls, he locked into this position, cramping, soon to be begging to be freed or, most likely, to be tied another way.

* * *

Karl put Jhoon, unbound, into his cage, naked, while he went out to run a few errands. Jhoon, unable to sleep (because it was daytime and he was excited), squirmed in the cage, really trying to get out, delighted that he could not, though worried that he might damage his cage at first. He put his hands behind his back, wishing they were bound. He pretended to be tortured in various ways, finally settling for a hogtie position so he could rub his chest and tummy and pecker on the rug on the bottom of the cage.

Jhoon's butt was sore, like when he had diarrhea and had to wipe and wipe until it was raw ... but it was just sore, not raw. There was not as much blood as before. The white cloth he used to pat his bottom was blotting the blood up nicely. He wished it was blood from his chest or face or something, like a tortured prisoner. But of course, it was only pretend, wasn't it? Real but not REAL. No cuts or scratches to explain.

And it made Karl soooooo happy, that he vowed he'd let Karl jack off inside his butt whenever he wanted. Maybe it was like TaeKwonDo ... the more you do it, the more you get used to it.

Jhoon had just had his second orgasm (one from rubbing the carpet, one from rubbing his pecker with his hands) when Karl came down to the basement. Jhoon looked up anxiously, like a boy about to look under the Christmas tree.

"Well, have you been behaving, naked slave boy?" Karl asked.

"Yeah, what was I gonna do, go out and play in traffic?" Jhoon giggled. Karl let him out and the boy stretched his limbs a little and hugged his grownup friend. Karl kissed his cheek and Jhoon kissed Karl's.

"I've got a surprise for tomorrow." Karl said.

"Oh, what is it?"

"It's a surprise."

"Nooooo I wanna know now!"

"No."

"Please?"

Karl shook his head. Jhoon didn't ask any more, wondering.

The rest of the day went in the usual manner, a meal, bathing, straightening up the house, Jhoon always naked and pretending he was being forced to work or a village would be destroyed or a girl tortured or something.

That night, they lay in bed. Jhoon's smooth freshly-showered body against Karl's smooth freshly-showerd body. Karl in black pajama pants, Jhoon naked. Jhoon's wrists were crossed comfortably behind his back and taped.

"Karl?"

"Yes, Jhoon?"

"I love you."

"I love you to, Jhoon."

"Karl?"

"Mmmmm?"

Jhoon moved closer to get his chest against Karl's body. "You know I won't always be young. What happens when I grow up?"

Karl had thought about what he would say but hadn't come up with a complete speech.

"Jhoon," he said, putting his arms around the boy and hugging him close, "I will always love you. You are my very special boy and when you grow up I will never forget that. It's just that maybe I won't want to tie you up anymore."

Jhoon was sad at that. "Most likely, you will want to find someone else to do it. Maybe you'll want a girl to do it, you know, a woman. Or you might want to tie someone else up. I bet you could learn."

"But I want YOU to tie me up!"

Karl hugged the boy closer and kissed his cheek. "I will, until you get older. But children grow up. They get married and have families of their own. You know, even grownups get too old to have sex with each other."

"They do?"

"Yes, but they still love each other."

Jhoon thought about that. To Karl's delight, the boy understood. What an intelligent and sweet boy! He just HAD to go to a good university, to do something special with his life. Years to plan that, of course, with his mother, who may or may not have her own ideas. One thing is certain: she did not want her son working in her restaurant at all hours.

"Karl, when I'm grown up, do you think I can find me a special boy ... or, um, girl, to ... to have, like you have me?"

"Probably, if you are very careful. You know how grownups in general, and parents in particular, hate for children to play tie up games. They think it's dangerous."

"Yeah, but WE have safety rules. And you'll never tell anyone."

"Never. It is the Great Secret of our friendship. Yes, I want you to do good in school, like a favored nephew, and I want you to be healthy and learn TaeKwonDo, and to be very smart and successful. That is the most important thing. The tie-up games are just one special part."

"Not a LITTLE secret, a GREAT secret," Jhoon insisted.

And they fell asleep, Jhoon's stiffy rubbing against Karl's stomach, til morning.