Friday

It was late Friday morning, after ten o'clock, when Karl and Jhoon got out of bed. Jhoon was still thinking about Mary Ann, the little red-haired girl. And thinking how lucky he was as he was no longer a virgin.

He walked, in his ankle chains, to the bathroom and after using that facility came out naked into the living room. Karl, in his white karate pants, was writing checks and paying bills. Jhoon got a big glass of juice and sat at the table, wondering if he should eat someting, not particularly hungry.

Karl finished the tasks and put the letters in the mailbox to be picked up. Jhoon's mother did not call last night, and Karl wondered about it as she called usually every evening. He smiled thinking of holding the phone to Jhoon's head while Jhoon, naked and tied up, had talked to his mother. He looked up listening to the clink of the chains on Jhoon's ankles as Jhoon came in and sat on the couch.

"What are we gonna do today?" he asked, grinning, hopeful.

"What do we do every day? I'm gonna tie you up good."

Jhoon came closer.

"Karl, tie me up real good so I can't do anything ... and torture me and make me suck you and ... and I want you to fuck my butt again."

Karl hugged and kissed the boy.

First a shower, for both of them. Then Karl shaved while Jhoon tried to get his head out of the big plastic helmet Karl had made for him. Naked, his head locked into the plastic, the ten-year-old boy couldn't see, and obtained his air thru holes in the top of the device.

* * *

Karl dressed as usual, shirtless, keeping his "captive" naked, had taken the boy to the basement. Jhoon's hands were tied, wrists crossed, behind his back, and he was hanging by his ankles from a leather strap, buckled around them, and attached to the floor joist overhead. He was blindfolded. Karl was fondling the boy's balls.

"I got your balls, prisoner! Nyah ha ha! You can't get away and you're NAKED. I have clothes on but YOU are NAKED! Ha ha ha!"

"No, no don't hurt my balls! Nooooo!" Jhoon shouted, getting into the part. Karl's hands were all over the boy, over his chest and butt and balls and thighs ... Jhoon was squirming and jerking, having been assured by Karl that everything would hold. Karl certainly didn't want his pet injured!

It didn't take long for Jhoon to get a stiffy, his circumsized little pecker sticking out and pointing muchly toward his navel. Karl played with it and Jhoon, giggling and squirming, tried to rub it harder against Karl's hand, wanting to be masturbated. Karl, of course, would not allow the boy to have such satisfaction.

Karl wouldn't keep Jhoon like that long, and soon lowered him, freeing his legs but not his hands. The boy squeeled when his body came in contact with the very cold smooth concrete floor of the basement. He rolled around a little, careful not to bang himself on the hard floor or skin a knee or elbow, as Karl prepared the next phase of his "torture".

Karl tied up the boy's little balls again, using the black bootlace, binding the top of the scrotum snugly so it wouldn't come off. He tied the end of the cord to Jhoon's bound hands, the long end of the cord going between the boy's thighs, so that every time Jhoon tried to move his hands and arms, he'd pull his own balls. Karl had done this before, of course. Jhoon squirmed much less, walking carefully, still blindfolded, feeling nice and naked and helpless like that ... and getting another stiffy.

Karl of course was teasing him ... "Nyah ha ha! You're going to yank your own nuts, boy! Every time I torture you you'll try to move your arms and yank your own balls! Ha!"

Jhoon giggled and tried briefly to bend over. Because of the cord, he could not sit, bend over, or, if laying down, sit up, without the increased distance from his hands to his balls pulling his balls painfully. He was uncomfortable and loving it, pretending to be tortured. Especially when Karl smacked his butt or bit his tummy or chest. More of a nibble, of course, but it was great adventure. And he loved the feel of Karls smooth muscular body rubbing against his.

He lay very still on the carpet, still tied and blindfolded, as Karl teasingly stroked his little pecker and then sucked it with his lips. Jhoon was begging to "finish" but Karl wouldn't let him, and the boy's balls were very uncomfortable. Karl kept him on the edge, expertly, for 20 minutes -- an eternity for a 10 year old boy -- before finally allowing the boy to have his intense dry orgasm.

Rolling the boy onto his tummy, Karl untied the rope from the boy's hands and balls, leaving his hands tied and the blindfold on. Jhoon was trying to scrape off the blindfold by rubbing his head on the carpet.

"Oh no you don't!" Karl said, lifting the boy. "Now you get more TORTURE!" Jhoon giggled and the man picked him up, carrying him upstairs to the bedroom. He lay the boy on the bed, undressed, and climbed onto the bed with him.

"All right, captive naked boy, find my big cock and suck it til I cum," Karl demanded.

"No, never!" the boy replied, squirming with his wrists, never ceasing to be amazed and excited at being bound and helpless. Karl grabbed his balls, wrapping a thumb and finger around the base.

"I'll SQUEEZE and TWIST your balls, naked prisoner, if you don't do what I say."

"No please not that!" the boy replied, melodramatically, and slid up Karl's body, trying to find his cock with his mouth. It took about a minute for the boy to manuver and get his lips around the man's circumsized seven-inch erection. Jhoon sucked enthusiastically, moving his head rapidly, pretending, as Karl had always suggested, that it was his own. Karl helped him a little by stroking the base of the shaft and stroking the back of the boy's head.

Jhoon didn't piddle around, taking his time as Karl had, but Karl didn't cum in his mouth, pulling out. He knelt between the boy's legs and pulled Jhoon's ankles wide and over his head, lifting his hips, and tying one to each corner of the headboard with soft white rope.

Jhoon had a bit of a time laying like that. He was of course amazingly limber from his Tae Kwon Do exercises, being able to "do the split" and lay with his legs straight out and his chest on the floor. When Karl finished, he was laying on his back, wrists crossed & tied, his legs far apart and bound over his head. Karl pulled the boy down some, stretching his legs further, exposing his genitals and his little anus. He pulled Jhoon's blindfold off so he could see what position he was in.

Jhoon of course was very happy, having experienced a new position. Karl's cock had dried some while tying the boy and he took a small bottle and applied a little lubricant of some kind to his cock. Jhoon, of course, still didn't realize what Karl was going to do.

Karl looked down. "Now I can torture your balls really easily," he said. "They are right here for me to play with."

"Noooooo," Jhoon said, giggling, and then when Karl moved up to him, pushing with his cock at the boy's hole, the boy realized wha Karl was doing. "Oh, you're gonna fuck me like this and I'm all tied up and can't get away!"

Karl was patient and, changing his arm position once or twice (this being a new position for him too) managed to get his waist between Jhoon's thighs, his cock in the boy's rectum, leaning close to the boy.

Jhoon was grunting a little in pain, but mostly out of acting ... pretending to be captured by some monsters or something and tortured. And of course his little stiffy was pointing pretty much right at his own chin. Karl slowly entered the boy's rectum and began to pump into it while the boy's eyes watered, tears of joy, of pain, and love for this man who played these special games with him.

Karl went slowly, so as not to injure the boy, reminding himself to check for bleeding afterwards, the lube making it easier on both of them. Karl had a moderately intense orgasm, and pulled out slowly, wiping himself and the boy with a soft cloth he had placed on the bedside table.

Karl kept the boy like that for awhile, playing with his exposed balls and fingering his butthole, and kissing the boy's body in several places. Finally he untied Jhoon's legs, and cuddled him for awhile. Jhoon, uncharacteristically, wanted his hands freed so he could hug Karl but of course Karl wouldn't untie his hands. Jhoon knew that Karl always tied him "for real," and that he could never get loose.

While Jhoon's hands were tied, Karl did masturbate the boy again and later Jhoon sucked the man's cock, swallowing the modest amount of semen the man could produce the second time that day.

Another nap. A meal. Another shower.

Jhoon knew that he only had today and part of tomorrow. According to his mother's last phone call, she would be finished late Friday evening and drive back on Saturday. Karl told him that there would be no tie-ups on Saturday (the rope grooves in the boy's wrists would normally subside after a few hours but, with all the recent activity, he wanted to be sure) and that they would instead go to the Saturday morning Tae Kwon Do class.

Jhoon's butt was a bit sore but not raw. Karl inspected it and told Jhoon to use the pre-moistened toilet wipes instead of paper for the rest of the vacation. Jhoon was a bit sad, but, as Karl said, a special vacation was just that. Family, if you have one, school work, chores, and other responsibilities were far more important than play. Jhoon, disciplined and intelligent, agreed.

Jhoon had also stopped seeking assurance that Karl would never tell anyone. It was the Great Secret.

After the meal, they went to the basement, Jhoon still naked, Karl still shirtless. He tied Jhoon spread-eagle standing between the two metal poles, stretched out tightly, so the boy could hardly move. After a blindfold, Karl feasted on the boy's body, kissing and nibbling and licking almost every inch thereof. Jhoon had a great fun time squirming and trying to escape, jerking and trying to avoid Karl's hands and teeth. Karl threated to eat the boy alive and nibbled on his smooth skin frequently.

As the boy's feet were placed on wooden blocks on the bottoms of the poles, his face was about chest-high to the man, enabling him to do a little kissing of his own. He knew Karl loved to have his chest muscles kissed and rubbed, as Jhoon loved it and loved doing it. And since the boy's little butt was right at cock-level for Karl, he rubbed his cock between the boy's little cheeks, fondling his balls by wrapping his arms around the boy, and ejaculated on his belly and the boy's back, not entering the boy's rectum. And Jhoon got another dry orgasm, leaning back into Karl's body.

After a quick wiping up, Karl pinched the boy's thighs and butt, making him squirm even more. "No, stop ... hee hee hee ... no, quit, that hurts!"

And after just a bit more, Jhoon said softly ... "Karl, um, would you ... um .. tie up my balls again?

Karl smiles. "Yes, of course." Moments later the cord was hanging from poor Jhoon's balls. He could not of course remove it. Standing spread between the poles, he watched as Karl tied a small plastic object to the end of the string, which then hung down at about knee level to the spread-eagled captive. It was heavy and pulled uncomfortably, almost painfully.

"Ohhhh it hurts! Come on, take it off, take it off!" Jhoon pleaded

"No, it stays there as part of your TORTURE, naked captive boy!"

The boy gulped. It really hurt, not terribly, but he wanted it off. He squirmed some more, as much as his restraints would allow, but all that did was get the object swinging, making it pull more. Jhoon got another stiffy from the "REAL" torture he was getting and of course Karl's teeth on his naked little body was also exciting.

Karl saw the tears coming from the boy's eyes and smiled. The boy didn't know whether to shout his safeword or continue to endure it. He'd never used the safeword and was proud of it, taking a lot of "torture" from Karl and Karl had never pushed him to use it, to his own sense of pride. After a few more minutes, he untied the boy's balls, kissed the child's face, and untied first his feet then his wrists. He kisses the boy's tears away and the boy proclaimed his love of his friend.

Jhoon, holding his sore balls, watches as Karl took a long smoothly sanded board and propped it against a wall. It was about 2 inches thick and maybe 5 inches wide, and at least six feet long.

Karl laid Jhoon on the floor, face down. He bound the boy's wrists behind him, around the board. Then the boy's arms at the elbows were tied to the board. Then the boy's thighs, just under the buttcheeks, were tied to the board which was laying atop his back.

Jhoon patiently awaited. When he was finished, he was essentially in a very strict hogtie, with the board on his back. His legs were bent and his ankles tied near his hands. His legs were spread slightly. And when Karl lifted the boy, the board came with him. He propped the board between two tables, checked that it was secure, and then turned the board over carefully.

Jhoon could not believe the helplessness. He was completely immobile, unable to move at all. Arms behind him and the board. Legs bent almost double, knees slightly apart, almost cramping his legs. His front was completely exposed. And he could be turned upside down, facing down, or facing up.

Worst, he couldn't rub his pecker on anything. And he was getting a stiffy ... he couldn't prevent it. Especially when, after Karl blindfolded him, he felt Karl's hands and lips all over him. Everywhere except his little pecker.

And when Karls lips began to kiss and tug on the boy's tiny nipples, Jhoon did not understand how his pecker became even more stiff, wanting desperately to be jacked off or rubbed. He was begging Karl, after a few moments, to let him "finish" but the man, saying nothing except how pretty Jhoon was like that, kept loving the boy's body with hands and lips and nibbles and tongue.

Jhoon's legs were cramping, being bent, and he struggled more and more and more, Karl being careful that the board didn't slip off the table on one end or the other. He could do not much more than wiggle.

And after Karl had played with him for 15 or 20 minutes, he turned the board over and left the basement room, the boy begging for him to return and not leave him all alone like this.

Jhoon hung, face down, immobile, legs cramping, arms pulled back ... and his pecker so stiff he could cry. "Karl, please come back ... please don't leave me like this ... please come back?"

Karl went upstairs though, to put supper into the oven. After supper was on its way, he looked and the clock and noted the time. Two hours til supper. He returned to the boy and turned him over.

"Come on, please, let me go now ... it's ... it hurts my legs."

"Oh, Jhoon, you've lost your stiffy," Karl observed.

"Yeah, well, I needed it rubbed and you wouldn't do it ..." Jhoon giggled.

"You don't get loose til you get another one!"

"No! No fair!"

But Karl began kissing and rubbing and nibbling on the boy's body again and Jhoon in a moment had another stiffy. Karl put it into his mouth and sucked the boy to another orgasm.

* * *

Supper. Jhoon was kneeling on the pillow on the floor, his hands tied behind him, his ankles tied, and tied to his wrists. He was in a hogtie, to the left of Karl's chair. Karl, eating his dinner, would occasionally feed the boy, from his fingers, a piece of meat, a chunk of bread, a spoonful of peas. The boy thought it was so cool, to be tied up kneeling and having to be fed. A drink of juice every so often. In this manner, the naked Jhoon received his evening meal.

And of course there was a spanking, which Jhoon protested ... one smack for each piece of food or drop of liquid spilled during Jhoon's meal. There were 24. Jhoon lay on the kitchen table, face down, his wrists being pulled to the small of his back, and Karl began to administer the spanking, holding Jhoon's hands with his left and spanking him with his right.

The blows weren't hard, and Jhoon squirmed very well during the 24 smacks of his bottom. He didn't like this torture, which was humiliating, he thought. Being tied up and sucked or forced to suck a cock, or spread out and having his genitals fondled was not humiliating, it was "torture" ... but the spanking was for little kids, he thought. He hadn't been spanked by his mother for years ... he hadn't needed to be.

Jhoon got up, bottom pink, hands still tied, and cuddled, face into the man's chest, kissing the chest muscles and snuggling his body to Karl's as Karl held him. When Karl lay down the boy, hands still tied behind him, crawled all around him, kissing his body all over and getting yet another stiffy. Karl was getting hard too, of course, and, naked, Jhoon couldn't help but notice. He kissed and sucked the man and, kneeling beside him, sucked him for a long time, the man having cum so many times this day he's lost count ... before Karl gave Jhoon a mouthful of semen to swallow.

Karl untied the boy for yet another shower ... and they went to bed early, this time both of them were naked and as a treat, Jhoon's wrists were taped, crossed, behind him. Karl had planned on letting him have his hands, but Jhoon wanted to be naked and helpless ... and the man granted the boy's last request.

Saturday

Like a movie with too many after-climax scenes, the rest of the vacation was without incident. They woke up early Saturday morning, Karl rubbing between Jhoon's buttcheeks (but not entering the boy's rectum so soon after the previous buttfucking), and cumming, jerking off the boy in the process with a skillful "reach-around".

Jhoon was a little sad when the tape was removed from his wrists, knowing that the vacation was now officially over, but realizing, as Karl had said, that probably no other boy within a thousand miles has had so much tie-up games as had Jhoon during the past few days.

There was a 2-hour TaeKwonDo class, and home for a shower, and then a big pizza for lunch. Jhoon, feeling funny in his clothes, which he was now allowed to wear, and eventually doffed his shirt, smiling.

"I like you with your shirt off, you know," Karl said.

"Yeah, I like having my shirt off, too. And I like you with your shirt off."

"We'll play again sometime."

"Oh, when?"

"We'll see ... don't be greedy."

Later that night, just after sunset, Jhoon's mother came into the driveway. Jhoon ran out, fully dressed, his rubberbands on his wrists (though the rope marks had faded away) to greet her and hug her and tell her how much he missed her and was glad she was back ... and how much fun he and Karl had, watching movies and staying up late and sleeping in and working out and reading stories and practicing Korean.

Epilogue

Karl and Jhoon spent many nights together over the next few years. When Jhoon was twelve, Karl finally convinced Jhoon's mother to marry him. The woman was soon introduced to bondage games.

Karl found a homeless street girl, two years younger than Jhoon, a skinny dark-haired waif of a girl, and soon passed her off as his neice. The kids went to school, were required to make good grades, and of course Jhoon now had a girlfriend and learned to tie her securely and properly.

On special occasions, all four of them would play, sometimes the man and woman would tie the children to be given to each other, sometimes the man would have three captives, sometimes the males would have the females as captives.

The family continued like this for several years. Jhoon will be in college next year and will attend the local university, so he can be home on weekends and holidays to play with his "sister". Karl and his wife are making money hand-over-fist. The little girl will probably get a scholarship ... after she earns her black belt.

Karl just smiled, thinking about the hours he'd spend writing this story up on his computer.