Thursday

Thursday, the day of the Big Surprise, and at 6:00 in the morning Jhoon was standing naked in the bathroom, in front of the toilet, trying to get his stiffy to subside so he could pee. He knew if he peed on the floor or toilet he'd have to clean it up, but didn't care ... it was so much fun trying to pee without one's hands. Jhoon's hands were still taped behind his back, wrists crossed.

Karl was still in bed, pretending to be asleep. Jhoon came back and started to get into bed, and Karl grabbed him and pulled him in. "Nyah ha ha, I got me a naked helpless boy with his hands tied behind him!"

"Nooo, let me go, what are you gonna do to me?" Jhoon said, getting into the part, ready to be "tortured" again. Karl blindfolded the boy and started kissing his chest and tummy.

"I got you," Karl said, "and I'm gonna get your whole body, nyah ha ha!" And after some rubbing and caressing and fondling, he said, "and I'm gonna get your PECKER! and your BALLS! Nyah ha ha!

"Nooooooooo, not that!" Jhoon said, his pecker already getting stiff. And Karl sucked the boy's pecker, stroking and licking and taking his time while Jhoon more and more lost his battle with himself not to hump ... and finally Jhoon exploded into a wonderfully intense dry orgasm.

Moments later, of course, the hands-bound-behind-his-back Jhoon, still blindfolded, laying to Karl's right, was moving his mouth over Karl's circumsized cock, as Karl had suggested, pretending it was his own. Jhoon really wanted to give Karl a good "blow job" and Karl was helping him a little with one hand, the man's other hand caressing Jhoon's lovely 10-year-old Korean skin. He swallowed all of Karl's semen, not liking the taste and the way it slid down his throat, but happy to have his best friend's cock in his mouth.

After breakfast, the two shared a shower, and then Karl got dressed. Jhoon, of course, had no access to his clothes, since they were locked in the box. He was to remain naked all week, but Karl was going to make an exception today, and laid out the things Jhoon would wear. Jhoon reluctantly agreed to put on the clothes, since, as Karl explained, they would be taking a drive in the car and if the car broke down or something, it would be hard to explain a naked boy.

First, a zip-tie, a thin one, around poor Jhoon's balls. Snug, so it wouldn't slip off, but not too tight. Uncomfortable but not painful. The plastic around the boy's balls would insure that he felt at least a little helpless, since he could not get it off without a knife or something with which to cut the tie.

A piece of string tied to the zip tie, like a bootlace, sturdy and round, hanging a good four feet from the boy's balls, like a leash.

A pair of speedo swimming trunks, dark blue, and perhaps a size small, Jhoon thought. It covered his genitals and barely covered his butt. If Jhoon got a stiffy, it would poke out the top.

A pair of unlined shorts, like gym shorts, over that. Shorter than the knee-length shorts most boys wore nowadays, coming about halfway down the thighs, and not as baggy. And a pair of velcro sneakers, white, without socks. No shirt.

"Tie me up now, please?" Jhoon said, holding his hands behind his back. The cord was protruding from the short left pantsleg, and Karl grabbed it. "No, not til we get there."

Karl would like to have tied up the boy, at least tying his hands, maybe even making him ride in the trunk. But not everyone is a good driver. Accidents can happen. Cars can break down. Cops can stop you (even though Karl always made a habit to stay within speed limits, make full stops at stop signs, and so on). And it's easier to say "we're going swimming" than to explain a naked tied up boy.

But while riding in the car, Karl kept the end of the string in his hand. Jhoon sat with his hands behind him, pretending to be tied, and Karl told him he'd yank the string very very hard if Jhoon's hands didn't stay behind him. Jhoon, of course, was happy to play along.

They got to a dirt road which led into some woods. The road apparently was seldom used. It belonged to a woman who worked with Karl, whose husband interited the land from his family. Someday they would build their retirement or vacation home on it, but for now there was only a shack, made of plywood, with a plywood floor, where tools might be kept. As soon as they got off the paved road, Karl blindfolded Jhoon and tied his hands behind him. Jhoon was very excited.

Karl led Jhoon into the shack, which was empty, and had only one door and one cheap window. Blindfolded, with his hands still tied behind him, Jhoon's shoes, shorts, and speedos were removed. Jhoon knew they were in a building of some sort, anxious to see if it was a dungeon or something. He was disappointed when his blindfold was removed and they were in an empty wooden room.

"What? Where's the ... surprise?" Jhoon asked.

"It's the whole outdoors," Karl said.

Jhoon thought for about three seconds. "You mean, I have to be naked and tied up ... outside? Karl nodded. It was then that Jhoon noticed Karl's attire: jeans, black shoes, no shirt, and a belt with a holster and a pistol. Jhoon's eyes opened wide at that. There was also a little pouch on the belt. Jhoon was about to ask "what's that for?" but didn't.

Karl was shoving Jhoon's clothes into the bag he'd carried. "How do you want your arms tied?" he asked.

Jhoon looked around. Nothing to tie them to, really. "How about like you did that one time, where they were ... um, you know, tied up real tight behind me so I couldn't do a single thing.

Karl knew what the boy was talking about. He untied the boy's wrists and put the boy on the floor on his belly. Jhoon smiled as the man bound his arms, immobilizing them. He'd planned to tie his wrists & elbows, but this would be so much better. He was mildly irked that he didn't think of it himself.

Two ropes across the boy's upper back. Pull the boy's arms up, bending them, crossing his wrists, palms outward, between the shoulder blades, and binding them carefully there. The ropes that were across the back were now used to bind the boy's forearms and arms, holding the wrists up, preventing him from bringing them down. Tied to the wrist bindings carefully. Karl took his time, Jhoon wishing he'd hurry up. No ropes around the beautiful chest, Karl thought.

And in a moment, naked 10 year old Jhoon was standing, his hands behind him, arms folded, wrists crossed between his shoulder blades. The only way they could have been more useless would be if they had been amputated. Karl smiled at "the boy with no arms," as he had called it. Jhoon was delighted, squirming this way and that.

Karl cut, carefully, the ziptie that was around the boy's balls. From the bag he brought out a pair of goggles, like swimming goggles, but not tinted. He put them on the boy and insured that he could see.

"What's these for?" Jhoon asked. "Eye protection," Karl said simply, and added, "Now, you can't protect your butt, your balls, or anything else." He was stroking the boy's chest affectionately. "But your legs are free, and you can run. And run you will."

"How will you make me run?" Jhoon asked, looking around the small room as Karl unexpectedly opened the door. It was not a defiant question, it was one of excitement and curiosity.

Karl drew the pistol from the holster and shot poor Jhoon on the front of his right thigh, the sudden short noise of the gas pushing the pellet out of the pistol. The rubber pellet left only a small red mark, not deep, that would disappear in a few hours, but the boy, unable to rub the spot, shouted.

"Oh! Owwwww that stings! No, not again!"

Karl glanced at the open door. Jhoon hesitated, not wanting to go outside like this, but as Karl aimed the pistol again, Jhoon ran, naked and barefoot, his arms folded behind him, hands helplessly held up between his shoulder blades, onto the path.

"Stay on the path, or the stickers will scratch you!" Karl said, and then started counting out loud, loudly: "One ... two... three... four ..."

"How far are you gonna count?" the struggling Jhoon asked, walking slowly backwards.

"Seven ... eight ... nine ..."

Jhoon took off running and, shortly, Karl came after him. Jhoon was unable to manuver very well, and had to stop and shake a pebble or something off his bare foot a few times. Karl advanced and finally broke into a run just before his naked prey was out of sight. Jhoon giggled and laughed ... this was fun! He was still nervous about someone seeing him like this, but his sense of adventure was greater than his fear, and besides, he trusted Karl to have made sure they would be unobserved.

"Owwwww!" Jhoon cried when one of the pellets hit him in the back of the right thigh, and again on his buttcheek. Jhoon understood what Karl had meant about eye protection. One of those pellets could sting his eye or even damage it.

Jhoon ran, twisting his arms, trying to free them, knowing he could not. From time to time, one of the little rubber pellets would hit his butt, thigh, or side. Karl was shouting he'd aim for the boy's balls and, of course, the boy avoided this, even when Karl appeared suddenly in front of him from behind a tree, forcing Jhoon to run back the way he'd come.

Jhoon looked absolutely marvelous ... his cute asian features, short slightly-shaggy black hair, the expressions of surprise and even a little fright, the smiles that came between other expressions, his squirming helpless arms, and of course his beautiful body, running, helpless without his arms. By the time he got back to the shack, he had several stings on his thighs, buttocks, one on his chest, and a few on his arms. But then he made a mistake: he ran into the cabin and only then was aware that he could not pull the door shut (as the door opened outward) without his arms and hands.

He backed up against a wall, trying to cover his balls with his thigh, trying to turn sideways. With his hands like this he could not, of course, cover anything but his upper back. Karl came in slowly, aimed the pistol at the boy's privates, and pulled the trigger. There was a sound: "pffffft!" as the gas was released, but the pistol's magazine was empty, either by luck or by design.

"Whew," Jhoon said, starting to relax, until Karl took the magazine from the pistol, holstered the gun, and began to reload the magazine from the pouch.

"Noooooo!" Jhoon laughed and curled up into a ball on the floor.

"Not smart, boy," Karl said. "You need to stay mobile ... you might just be able to get by me!"

Jhoon sprang to his feet and started to run past Karl, but the man, holstering the reloaded pistol, grabbed the boy and wrestled him down. He began kissing and cuddling Jhoon's body, hands and lips all over him, while the boy squirmed delightfully. Then there was tickling ... Jhoon was not especially ticklish (and Karl not at all) but Karl knew a couple of spots, particularly the soles of the boy's dirty feet.

More squealing and laughing and squirming and kicking, the boy's little pecker and balls flapping around as he jerked helplessly under the man's fingers. Then another chase along the path, even Karl was sweating now, the boy covered with dust and sweat, still helpless with his arms folded and bound. More rubber pellets, one of them coming dangerously close to the boy's balls, stinging him on the inner thigh.

Karl had to decide: did he (1) want to dress the boy again here, or (2) dress him at the end of the dirt road, or (3) take him home naked. He opted for the safest choice, dressing the boy in the cabin (no shoes this time) in his speedos and shorts, and untying his arms just before getting into the car. More hugging and finally a ride home, the boy holding his hands behind him again, his balls not tied this time.

Another shower, together, both man and boy taking delight in soaping each other's body. Nice and squeaky clean, Karl chained Jhoon's neck to the bed and told the naked boy to take a nap. They would be up late tonight.

Jhoon managed to fall asleep, his arms wrapped around Karl who wore his briefs. Karl had to wear something to be more dressed than Jhoon, after all, didn't he?

* * *

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Jhoon woke up. Karl was gone. Jhoon, still chained to the bed by his neck, could do little more than put his feet on the floor and stand by the bed. He had to pee.

"Karl?" he called. "Karl?"

No answer.

There was a plastic urinal, the kind they use in hospitals, on the dresser. Jhoon could barely reach it. He relieved himself into it, putting on the lid, and put it on the floor under the bed near an upper bedleg. He frowned. He called for Karl several times and finally lay back down on the bed.

As he stretched out, he found, under a pillow, a pair of handcuffs. There was a note: "Jhoon, here you go, play with these til I get back. Karl." And there were two small keys, one with a long red ribbon on it, the other with a shorter one.

Jhoon knew about handcuffs, Karl having played with them before. He knew that you could use the back of the key to double-lock the cuffs so they wouldn't tighten.

He hung one key on the bedpost, and put the other one around his neck. He could not, of course, remove the chain from his neck, but he did practice locking and unlocking the cuffs several times and then spent some time with his hands behind his back. He found that he could get his hands in front of him by pulling his wrists over his butt and stepping through, something he couldn't do when his wrists were tied with rope or tape. Then he locked one hand to the bedpost. Then he locked his ankles together, his boy-sized ankles fitting nicely into the cuffs. Finally, he looped the cuffs over the frame of the headboard and locked both wrists there, twisting and turning this way and that, now held with his hands above his head. When he managed to get the key in his hand and unlock himself, he stood up, the chain going from his neck to the center of the bedframe at the level of the matress, and locked his hands behind him, around the bedpost, so that he was standing naked with his hands locked behind him. It was then he realized that he could neither reach the key around his neck nor the key on the bedpost, since it was the opposite bedpost on which he'd placed it.

He tried to jump up and down to get the key off his neck, hanging on the red ribbon, and bent over and finally got it off. It flew off as he bent over very fast, landing on the floor out of reach of his toes. He could not reach the ribbon on which it was tied. There was no way he could reach the key on the bedpost, as he was locked to the one on the opposite side of the bed.

He was stuck this way. Naked. Hands chained behind him to the post. The neck chain contributed little to his restraint now. He'd have to wait for Karl. But when will Karl be back?

And worse, he couldn't masturbate. He tried rubbing against the side of the matress but couldn't really get to it. He couldn't get his hands around to his pecker. And he had a stiffy. Finally, he turned toward the wall, his bare butt to the room, arms pulled to one side as they were cuffed around the bedpost, and began to rub his pecker and chest and belly on the painted drywall. It was hard to get any satisfaction that way. All it seemed to do was keep him stiff. He pulled and pulled, trying to get the bed closer to the wall. He tried to slip his hands out of the cuffs, but he had tightened them too far for that.

And at 5:30 p.m., that's how Karl found Jhoon. Jhoon hadn't heard him come into the house, and there he was at the door.

Karl grinned. "Oh, who chained up this naked boy for me?"

Jhoon giggled nervously and indicated the keys, out of reach.

"Too bad," Karl said, "You had two keys and lost both of them."

"I didn't lose them, I just can't get to them," Jhoon argued.

"Same difference. Oh, looky, Jhoon has a stiffy. What's wrong, can't you jerk it off like that?"

Jhoon was beyond being embarassed about masturbation. Sure, it was a private subject, but not with a close friend like Karl.

So Karl wouldn't let him masturbate. He tied him naked, spread eagle on the bed, face up, toyed with his balls, kissed his chest and tummy, and left him like that, not telling him where he'd been.

Jhoon liked being tied up and "tortured" but didn't much care for being alone. Especially when he was like this ... completely unable to do anything. His stiffy subsided until he started thinking about someone coming and playing with his body, then he got another stiffy. He could do nothing for it, however. He managed to refrain from calling Karl and begging for release. He knew the man wouldn't leave him alone for long.

And he was right. Karl came in, blindfolded him, and teased his pecker for almost an hour, keeping it hard. Then, warning the boy not to reach for his dick, he untied the boy's hands, sat him up, and tied them again behind him, with some kind of tape. Jhoon of course did not resist, but did ask: "Please, can I just rub it a little bit?"

"No," Karl replied.

Jhoon's ankles were next, tied together. Then Karl did something he'd never done before. He took the boy's stiff pecker, which was so stiff it almost bounced off his lower tummy, and pulled it down and around, spreading the boy's thighs enough and pulling the stiffy thru, so it layed on the back of one thigh just under the boy's left buttcheek. Poor Jhoon could not get it in front again, and as long as Karl kept touching and stroking it with a finger, it was too hard to get on the other side of him.

Also, the boy's balls were behind him too. The scrotum was stretched so tight, any touch of the skin would be felt in the sensitive boy-balls. Even a little flick would be painful, as Karl demonstrated.

"Owwwww!" Jhoon exclaimed. Jhoon found also that he could not straighten his legs, as it would pull his stiff pecker down too far, and, as Karl tied his knees together, the poor boy couldn't spread his thighs to get the pecker in front of him. And of course his hands couldn't reach it, either.

"Now, my captive, you are all helpless ... ha ha ha!" Karl laughed, taking off Jhoon's blindfold, "Ha ha ha! Look! You got no dick and no balls. Like a little girl!"

Jhoon looked down at his bound thighs, at his lap (as his legs were still bent), as Karl kept tormenting the boy's stiffy behind him. Sure enough, he was a smooth as ... well, as a boy who had no 'nads.

"Well, I'm no girl," he said, and Karl kissed his cheek.

"True .. but oh what torture ... your dick is hard and you can't get it straight and you can't get it in front ... and I'll just rub it here," and Karl rubbed the stiff little pecker on the back of the boy's upper thigh, just under the buttcheek, and flicked his balls very lightly once more, which of course hurt the boy but not badly.

"Please let me finish .. cum," the boy begged, horny and really wanting to free his pecker and rub it or something. This after an hour of teasing. The boy was desperately trying to get his thighs apart, free his hands, anything to get the dick in front of him. It wasn't painful ... it was just ... torture.

After awhile, Karl released his legs and blindfolded him again and kissed him all over while expertly jacking the boy's pecker off. Jhoon had a nice dry orgasm, and they cuddled more, and Jhoon finally asked:

"Karl, next time would you use chains on me and ... and make me suck yours?"

"Maybe," the man replied.

"Please ... and if you want, you can ... jack off in my butt again."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Nothing hurts too much for you, Karl. I love you."

Karl cuddled the boy and finally put the shackles on his ankles, about 7 inches between them so the boy could walk, and untied his wrists. It was time for a meal.

* * *

After supper, Jhoon stood on a short stool, naked, ankles still shackled in the oversize handcuffs, and did the dishes while Karl went to the basement to work on something or other. Jhoon finished the dishes, running the dishwasher, and went to the bathroom, cleaned his bottom really good, and went into the living room to read. They had spoken in Korean through supper, as an exercise, Jhoon having a much more natural command of the language even though Karl's vocabulary was better.

Jhoon looked at his wrists. Almost no sign of being tied up. He drank his water (Karl said lots of water was good for the soft smooth skin of a pretty boy) and read his book, happily naked in the chair.

Later, Karl came upstairs and, shirtless, sat on the couch, Jhoon coming over to cuddle with him as they listened to some music. They talked about what would happen when Jhoon grew up, and that all things have to end. Karl might have to move someday. Jhoon's mother might have to move. Karl might not like to be with Jhoon in that special way after Jhoon got older. Jhoon might like girls better. Jhoon might even want a boy or a girl of his own. It was a bit sad, but Karl assured Jhoon that he would always love him, even if they parted ways. Love is more than just sex and special secret games, Karl said, and Jhoon pondered that lesson in his heart.

There were few tears, especially when Karl said they still had Friday and Saturday. "On Sunday, there must be no tie ups," Karl explained, "because your mother will be home that afternoon." Jhoon agreed. He'd been a bit sad that the vacation was almost over, but reminded himself that he'd had more time alone and naked with Karl this week than most of the other times combined. He wished Karl would marry his mother but, of course, this was not to be. His mother told him that Karl was a good man and that she liked and respected him, but that she couldn't marry him, that he wasn't right for her. Both males, man and boy, accepted that.

Karl looked at his watch and finally said, "I've got to run an errand. You have to be secured in a safe way. How shall I do it. You pick it and if it's safe I'll do it."

Jhoon's face lit up. "Tie me hanging upside down!" he said, but Karl told him it wouldn't be safe if he were delayed. Finally, Karl agreed to use chains and took the naked boy to the basement.

There was a large chunk of ice containing a string tied to a key. When the ice melted, the key would fall, on its string, to where the boy could reach it. "In case I have a car crash or something," Karl cautioned. It was far out of reach. It was a handcuff key that would unlock all the handcuffs and leg shackles ... then the boy could finish freeing himself. There was already a small puddle of water on the floor where the ice was melting.

Karl stood the boy against the pole, his wrists already cuffed behind him. Of course, Karl was not going to allow the boy to get free, and since he could not reach his neck, a collar, buckled around it and attached to the pole with a short chain and snaphooks, kept the boy upright. The chain went through the holes in the pole, so that the boy wouldn't be able to slide down the pole to sit or squat. Jhoon knew, with glee, that he could never get his hands over his butt as long as he was forced to stand.

The shackles on his ankles were also clipped to the pole, using another short chain and snaphook. When the ice melted, if Karl had not returned by then, the sturdy string with the handcuff key would fall and land right at the standing boy's hand level and the boy would eventually free his hands. Karl checked it again and then, as a surprise, put the big plastic helmet onto the boy, locking it. Poor Jhoon could not see. His voice was muffled as he talked and said he was ok. Karl smiled at the sight of the naked boy in chains, no chance of escape until later, perhaps 3 hours, or until the man returned. He kissed the boy's chest and left, the boy already testing his restraints and rattling around helplessly.

* * * Jhoon giggled when Karl returned and began to fondle his little balls. "Well well well, looky what's here ... a completely naked captive boy, all chained up, just for me."

"I gotta pee." Jhoon said from inside the plastic helmet.

"Well, you better not leak out on the floor."

"I won't, but I gotta go soon."

Karl removed the helmet, and all the chains. Jhoon took them and put them in the box while Karl tucked the handcuffs in his belt. Jhoon, naked, followed Karl upstairs. "I have a surprise," Karl said.

He took Jhoon to the spare bedroom, the one Jhoon was supposedly using. There, on the bed, was a body. A young body. Face down, blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound behind, ankles bound to wrists in a hogtie, squirming around a little but not thrashing. An occasional muffled sound. Red hair, perhaps over the ears, short. And when Karl turned it onto its side, Jhoon put his hands over his balls and pecker: it was a little girl.

Karl laughed. "What's wrong? She can't see you!"

The girl tried to say something thru her gag, wiggling her fingers helplessly behind her. She did not appear to be in particular distress.

"Where'd you get her?"

"Come with me and I'll tell you."

Karl took Jhoon into the next room, told her that the girl's name was Mary Ann. He said that Jhoon must not tell her their names: his name would be Mr Park and Jhoon would answer to the Japanese name Suwo. Remember, I don't want her to know our real names and I want her to think that you are Japanese.

"OK, Karl .. I mean Mr Park ... but ... well, why?"

"Because you are going to learn how to tie someone up good and you can practice on her."

"But she's ... naked .. and so am I."

"Yes, the best way to get tied up is naked, right?"

Jhoon grinned. "Well, but ... where'd she come from? Did she say it was OK? What can ..."

"No more of that. Just do what I say and everything will be fine. Remember, your name is ...

"Uh, SooWoe ... Suwo."

And I am ...

Jhoon grinned. "Mr Park. That's easy." Park was a Korean name and the name of one of their Tae Kwon Do teachers.

Karl gave Jhoon a pair of speedo swim trunks to wear, and a pair of gym shorts to put on over them. "No shirt ... the girl thinks boys are cute without shirts. She told me so."

Karl would not tell Jhoon how he obtained the services of this little red-haired girl. She was nine ... amost ten. She had no breasts at all, just a flat chest. She was slim, very slim, and when Karl untied her feet from her hands and stood her up, her butt was a good six inches above Jhoon's, even though they were about the same height. She was long-legged, Karl said, and you had to watch that because it meant that she might be able, with a short body, to slip her hands over her butt and get them in front of her.

"Well then tie her elbows," Jhoon suggested.

"Very good, Suwo. Why don't you take Mary Ann's gag out and her blindfold so she can see and talk?"

Mary Ann seemed rather pleased at this, leaning her head foreward in the direction of the boy's voice.

She blinked her big green eyes at Jhoon's brown ones and immediately turned to the man and asked, "Can I pleeeeeeeze have something to wear, Mr Park?"

"The arrangement was agreed upon, MaryAnn. Now, Suwo, go ahead and tie her elbows. I'll show you how.

The girl looked a bit disappointed but said nothing else. Karl showed Jhoon how to pull the elbows back with the rope and tie them, including two other ways, one very neat, one faster, both quite effective. The girl couldn't move her arms.

Jhoon finally untied her feet, so she could walk around naked and helpless. Jhoon smiled, grinned big. So that's what he looked like walking around naked. Only the girl didn't have any balls to play with.

For the rest of the night, Jhoon, in his shorts, at Karl's direction, tied the girl up several ways, always naked and always helpless. The girl seemed shy when it came time to tie her spread-eagled, and Jhoon, after blindfolding her, got a good look at her pussy.

"The girl asked, "Mr Park, are you going to fuck me?"

"No, Mary Ann. That was not part of the agreement."

"What about the little Japanese boy?" Jhoon giggled at this.

"He might."

"OK."

Jhoon's eyes lit up. The boy had an almost constant stiffy since they started, growing more every time he hugged the little girl close to him or brushed his body to hers, which he frequently managed to do, usually not by accident.

Before sunrise, she had been tied to a pole, tied to a bed, hogtied, frogtied, and received several kisses from Jhoon, who giggled and pretended to be shy about it.

"Simple is always best, remember. Simple and effective. You can always add to it." Karl instructed.

Jhoon had her cross her wrists behind her and bound them carefully, wanting to see if she could get free. Karl (aka Mr Park) instructed her to free herself. Immediately she went to the floor, to pull her wrists over her butt, but they were tied too highly and she couldn't manage. She was stuck like that. She could not find the knots, as the last knot was tied on the back of one wrist where her fingers could not reach.

Jhoon was elated. He put her in the cage in the basement. She begged them not to leave her alone like that, for the first time scared, promising to do anything. But they left and Jhoon, as a measure of meanness, snapped off the light.

Alone in the kitchen, the girl begging from the basement for them to return, Karl congratulated Jhoon on following all the safety rules and for keeping their little red-haired prisoner so securely bound. She'd only gotten loose once. Jhoon had plenty of experience, but only at receiving bondage ... but this was good because it gave him ideas.

"Karl, I want to be alone with her for awhile."

Karl grinned. "You want to ... kiss and cuddle and ...

"I want to have sex with her. I know she's done it before and I really need to jack off! I can't stand it any more."

Karl thought about it. "OK, but remember, whatever you do, don't untie her hands.

"Im gonna blindfold her 'cause I dont want her to see me all naked. That's only for you."

Karl smiled.

Later, in the spare bedroom, the girl, naked, her hands behind her back, lay on the bed. Jhoon, in his speedos, was kissing all over her body. She didn't move much, pretending to not care, but Karl could see that she was beginning to enjoy the attention of the cute little boy.

"Remember the rules, Suwo," Karl said and began to leave.

"OK, Mr Park," the boy replied.

Alone, Jhoon approached the girl.

"You have done this before, haven't you?" he asked the girl.

"Not being tied up but, yeah, I've had sex before. Never with a boy like you, though."

"You don't like boys? You like older guys, men?"

"It's just what I get. I think you're cute. I wish you'd untie my hands so I could put my arms around you."

"No way .. you stay helpless."

"Yeah, I know."

Jhoon blindfolded her without trouble and without telling her why. He got out of his trunks and, naked, crawled onto the bed with her. He had a stiffy, though, the circumsized head of his little pecker hard. He'd already gone over the rules with Karl ... and didn't need a rubber (he'd asked and was assured the girl was disease-free. Karl knew his source.)

To make a long explanation short, Karl had a couple of trusted contacts, one of whom had little girls, usually one at a time. When Karl assured his contact that the boy was a virgin, and that he himself would not be having sex with the girl, the contact agreed and Karl had a little girl to give to Jhoon for the night. Karl would return the girl the next day.

Jhoon kissed her all over and rubbed his pecker on her. It slipped into her with ease, she being already moist (and not a virgin by any means) and he humped himself to three consecutive orgasms, without stopping between them, the last one so difficult he thought he'd have to give up.

Afterwards he put on his shorts and unblindfolded her and she asked if he wanted a blowjob. She said she was quite expert and could do it without her hands, but Jhoon didn't want to. He was still a bit shy about being naked in front of a girl.

The girl squirmed around some, because she was expected to, knowing herself well tied. As far as she knew, Mr Park had a boy who needed to learn to tie up someone and she was the practice dummy. But she did genuinely like Jhoon, because he was smooth and pretty and not like the man to whom she belonged.

She had no idea how much she cost for the night. Jhoon didn't think to ask.

And Jhoon realized he was no longer a virgin, and hugged her and kissed her and she kissed him back. At his instructions, just like Karl did, he told her to kiss his chest. She did and Jhoon got another stiffy. And had sex with her one more time.

Karl came in the next morning early, just after sunrise, to find Jhoon, in his speedos, and the girl, naked with her hands still tied behind her, curled up in bed, Jhoon's arms wrapped around the sleeping girl.

"Mr Park, please, can you do one favor for me?" the girl asked.

"What is it, Mary Ann?"

"Before you take me home would you let me be untied for just a minute so I can hug and kiss Suwo?"

Jhoon took a moment before he recognized his alias. And the naked girl hugged the shirtless boy, close to her, kissing him tenderly on the lips, and the boy hugged her and kissed her back.

Karl put Jhoon, naked, into the cage in the basement. He dressed the little girl, blindfolded her, tied her wrists, and carefully drove her out of town where he untied her, and then drove her to the meeting place.

Karl knew Jhoon might "fall in love" with the girl and he would have to be very strict about it. Indeed, when he returned and released the boy and taped his wrists behind him for bed, Jhoon asked if they would be able to see MaryAnn again.

"Jhoon, it's very complicated, but you must trust and believe me. MaryAnn belongs to someone else. I borrowed her for you to learn to tie up because someday you will need to know about these things. Remember, nothing lasts forever, except maybe for marraige, and not always that."

"Don't fall in love with the girl. Don't dwell on her. She was just part time, a tool, just a temporary thing like a pair of shoes that you outgrow. Except you outgrew them."

"You mean, like a bowl of ice cream. It's good and tastes good but when it's gone then you don't get to eat it again," Jhoon postulated.

"Yes, exactly. Not everyone is like that. We are not like that, but a day will come when ..."

And they cuddled in bed the rest of the morning discussing relationships and staying out of trouble and tying up and sex and all sorts of things until they both fell asleep late Friday morning.