Barefoot Guy

Sam's Saga

Chapter 1

He was out riding the bike his father gave him for his twelfth birthday. He had become quite an avid rider since that time. He had all the gear too, thanks to mom. At least having divorced parents had some benefits he thought. He had the cool biking shorts with the appropriately placed padding, but he hated the really tight way they fit and exposed his growing penis. He always wore running shorts over them to 'cover-up'. He had a light-blue biking jersey, gloves without fingers that protected his hands from cramping on the handlebars and provided an extra-secure grip, and a pair of biking shoes, which were tan and dark blue with black nylon laces. Sam never wore socks, he hated them.

Today was Friday and he had been riding since the early summer morning, his dad called last night. He'd been sent out of town on a last minute, very important business meeting and wouldn't be able to pick Sam up for their time together this weekend. Sam had noticed in the past two years this seemed to 'just happen' more and more often.

Being a kid of divorced parents from the young age of seven; he was a loner and had few friends in school. Being of slight build, with long blonde silky hair and deep blue eyes with fair skin and not the most graceful athlete didn't help him keep the bullies at bay either.

He had been so worn out form all his riding earlier. From home to the park. Up and down the canal path – 11 miles [18 km] total; the bike route around the park – four times; that late in the afternoon he had sat down on a picnic bench to drink some water, eat a power bar and relax. He must have lain down and fallen asleep. But now it was getting dark out and the park was ten miles [16 km] from home. He was scurrying on his bike to head home before dinner; if he was lucky he might just make it and not get grounded by his mom.

Just as Sam hit the entrance to the park someone called out, "Hey, Sammy!" He hated being called Sammy, only two people still did that one was his mom, and this wasn't her voice. "Yo, Sammy, stop a minute will ya?"

Sam had turned and saw it was in fact who it thought it was. Jonah, his father's girlfriend's son. Sam skidded his bike to a stop on the gravel.

"What are you doing here, Jonah?" He asked with some disdain in his voice.

"Your mom said you were riding your bike in the park. So I knew I'd find you here. Dad wanted me to ask you 3;"

"He's not your dad, he's mine." Sam replied sharply.

"Whatever. Anyway he wanted me to see if you wanted to spend the weekend with us even though he's not home. I called your mom and she said it would be okay with her."

"Why do you want me around? Why did you call my mom? You're not my family."

"I just thought I'd do something nice, you dink. Don't believe me, call your mom and see for yourself. You have a cell phone don't ya?" Jonah winked at Sam.

Sam without answering pull his phone from one of the back pockets on his biking jersey and called his mom confirming the story. Actually his mom seemed anxious to have Sam away from the house this weekend.

"That was weird 3; but I guess 3; it's okay."

"Cool, let's go." Jonah took Sam's bike from him and the two boys walked to Jonah's house. It was about a 15-minute walk. The two boys didn't talk about much, Sam really didn't like Jonah very much. Not that he wasn't friendly-ish to Sam, Sam just didn't like the way his father was now spending more time with this new family instead of him.

Just as the two boys were walking up the driveway to Jonah's house he said, "You know Sammy, I think my mom and your dad are going to get married. I think he's gunna pop the question soon."

"Shut up! He's not." Sam didn't want to believe it, but deep down he knew it was true even if he didn't want to admit it to himself. "And don't, for the thousandth time, call me Sammy! My name is Sam!"

Ignoring the rebuke, Jonah continued, "So that will kinda make you my little brother. Don't have one of those you know."

'Duh, of course I know that,' Sam thought.

Jonah had put Sam's bike away in the garage and the two boys entered the house, Sam ahead of Jonah. "You see Sam, I like the idea of a little brother, and I think this weekend will be a good chance to begin teaching you to be my little bro." With that said the five-year-older and much stronger Jonah grabbed Sam by the arms, pulled them roughly behind the smaller younger boy and quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs around his twisting, thin wrists.

Sam screamed, "What the heck are you doing! Stop it! Don't!!!" Sam struggled with all his might but once the metal snapped shut it was all over. Still holding Sam in one hand by the chain between the cuffs Jonah kicked Sam's knees folding them under and the boy landed on his knees with a thud and a cry of pain. Next Jonah pulled Sam close and quickly tied a bandana over the boy's eyes and knotted it quickly behind his blonde head.

Jonah leaned down, again holding the struggling and protesting Sam and whispered into his ear. "Looks like your gunna be a challenge, aren't you, Sammy." He then pushed the blind boy flat on floor, sat on his arms and back and grabbed his legs, folded them up and tied his ankles with a piece of rope previously placed near the door.

Completing the act by securing the boy's tied ankles to his imprisoned hands, finishing a hasty hogtie.

"Jonah stop it!" Sam still screamed. "I don't like this, Stop! I'm telling your mom!"

"Go ahead scream for her all you want. She's gone with your dad, or should I say our dad on his trip. We have the whole house to ourselves, for the whole weekend. It's just you and me, little Sammy."

Jonah got off the boy and stood over him. "Sammy, scream all you want and struggle all you want. I'll be back when you're in a more agreeable mood. Then we'll have something to eat and then talk about your future.

Sam lay hogtied and struggling on the floor, left by Jonah. He couldn't see anything, as the bandana blindfold was tight and effective. His wrists hurt from the handcuffs biting into his skin and he was sweating through his biking outfit from all the energy he was expending in vain.

For his part Jonah was happy to leave the boy to wear himself out both in body and voice. After all 'work smarter, not harder' was his motto. If the bound Sam was going to tire himself out, his job became oh so much easier. After all he had a lot of time planned with Sam; 'I can wait you out,' He thought to himself.

After sometime Sam did stop screaming for Jonah to release him and his struggles died down. "Jonah, come on let me out. I won't tell on you, promise. Just let me go, please. My hands hurt, come on, man 3;" He didn't shout anymore, but did speak loudly as he had no clue where Jonah was.

Jonah could hear the pleas, but totally ignored them. He went into the TV room, plopped down on the leather couch switched on the plasma and picked up the phone. "Yeah I'd like one large pepperoni, bread sticks and two cokes." He paused for a moment, "Great see you then." And hung up the phone.

He went back to his captive 'little brother'. "Sammy, I see you've quieted down some now. Good boy. I've ordered a pizza from Pizza Barn and its gunna be here in like 30. I can't risk you screaming when the pizza dude gets here so open your mouth."

"Why, what are you gunna do now?" Sammy asked, some anger still in his voice.

"I'm gunna gag you so you can't be heard. I'd thought that was obvious. Maybe you're not a smart as I thought."

"Jonah, please don't, I won't scream. Look just untie me and I'll forget this happened."

"Ahh, no. Now open up, don't make me make you."

Sam clamped his mouth tight and turned his face toward the floor. Jonah sat on Sam's back so both boys where facing the same way. He grabbed Sam's long blonde hair and yanked his head back. With his other hand he held the small light-blue rubber ball he picked up at the local pet store. "Open." Sam shook his head 'no' as best he could and kept his lips locked shut. Jonah pulled Sam's hair tighter. Sam still didn't yield. Jonah pulled tighter still and kept increasing the pressure. As the pain grew Sam finally broke down and let out a little yelp. Not enough for Jonah to take advantage so he kept at his hair pulling. Sam yelped louder and longer, just enough for Jonah to be able to get the ball between the boy's lips and start pushing it behind his teeth. With much work and after getting lots of Sam's saliva on his hand for his trouble, he got the ball wedged behind the boy's teeth and quickly tied a scarf tight securing the ball inside. He released Sam's head. It fell back to the tile with a dull thud.

"Sammy, you have to learn that if you just cooperative things will be much easier for you. I don't really want to hurt you. Think about it."

Sam grunted out a "huummk muu" as best he could as Jonah when to wait for the pizza delivery.

"Such language! I see I'll have to teach you some manners little brother, but that can wait till later on."

Sam slumped and knew he was defeated. There was little he could do to overpower the larger Jonah. The kid was on the high school's soccer team. Having the ball stuffed in his mouth was proof that Jonah could do just about anything he wanted. Sam knew it. But he wasn't going to give up so easily. Sam was smart, he knew he was smarter then Jonah. He'd figure a way out and even if he didn't, come Monday he could just tell his mom and she'd put an end to this.

Sam lay still and started thinking of a plan to get himself free from the brute that now held him captive.

Sam could smell the pizza for sometime now and was beginning to wonder when or if he was going to get some. He'd only had the one Power Bar this afternoon and was starving.

"Time to eat dinner, little bro," Jonah finally came back. "Here's what's gunna happen. First I'm goin' to release your legs then untie your feet, lift you up and take you the dining room. Nod if you understand." Sam nodded his understanding.

Once the bound boy was standing Jonah had another idea. "Why don't we remove those sneakers of yours, don't want you getting any ideas of kicking your older brother, do we?" And Jonah used his sneaker's innersole to step on the back of Sam's shoes and forced them off. "Phew, you got some stinkers there, Sammy. Guess that's what bike riding all day will do, huh?"

Jonah placed Sam in a dining room chair, pulled Sam's left foot up off the floor along side the chair and secured it so that his toes no longer touched the floor and repeated the same with the other foot.

"Sammy. I am going to remove the gag so you can eat, if you say anything I'll re-gag you and no dinner for you." Sam nodded, he was hungry so he'd let Jonah win this round. Jonah removed the ball from behind Sam's teeth and placed the wet plastic in Sam's bound hands to hold. "That's a bit gross, but you hold on to it. If it falls on the floor what ever gets stuck to it will be back in your mouth, I'm not washing it first."

"Sorry but the pizza is a little cold. But I don't think you'll mind." Jonah picked up a slice and held it to Sam's lips. Sam opened, Jonah inserted some of the slice and Sam chomped down. Jonah had only three slices and two breadsticks left – so that's all Sam got intermixed with half a can of Coke. "Okay Sammy, let's talk."

"Please don't call me Sammy, my name is Sam, I keep telling you that." He insisted.

"Your name is what I say it is. This is what I am talking about. You have to accept what I say, that's the new rule. The only rule you have to remember. You have to remember and follow only one rule. What I say is law. Isn't that simple?"

"Why? I don't get it. What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you obeying me. Basically you do what I say."

"What like I'm your slave or something?"

"Basically yes. See you do understand! I knew you where a smart boy."

"I'm not property. People aren't property. I'm not even your brother. You can't just order me around."

"I'll answer in order. Yes you are. Some people are. You soon will be. And yes I can. In case you need a reminder you're the boy bound to a chair here, not me."

"I am not. You can't make me!"

"You are and I can. You'll see. Now you're a bit smelly from your riding. So time for a shower then to bed. It's like 11:45, it'll be after midnight before I get you to bed and you have to get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow."

"Eleven forty-five? You left me tied up for like five hours already! Please Jonah just untie me and let me go."

"Nope, and if you ask me again I'll get rough – so stop it."

Jonah untied Sam's feet and grabbed his arm and led the blindfolded captive to his bedroom and into his own private bathroom. Once in the bathroom he removed the blindfold. The light reflecting off the white tiles caused Sam to squint back to being able to see in the shinning light. Jonah told Sam that the bathroom had been cleaned out, only a bar of soap, a small bottle of shampoo and a clean towel remained. Jonah wasn't going to leave any potential weapons laying around for Sam to use. He unlocked the boy's cuffs and Sam immediately rubbed his sore wrists. Jonah ordered the boy to remove his jersey, Sam hesitated, Jonah slapped his butt three times getting a small "ow" from the boy. Sam took off his jersey, then as ordered took off his running shorts. He now stood with only his tight biking shorts on. Jonah laughed to himself a bit at the sight of the modest twelve-year-old before him.

"Come on, Sammy, take those off too."

"No, not in front of you."

"Get naked, Sammy. Now!" he slapped Sam's lycra cover ass hard three times.

Sam capitulated and slipped his thumb under the waist band and lowered the shorts. Exposing himself totally to the teenager controlling him.

Jonah then explained his next orders. He told Sam to take a quick shower, cold water only. Wash from head to toe and dry off and once he was done Sam was to stand with his hands behind his head with his back to the shower. Sam had 8 minutes to finish the entire job. Jonah remained in the bathroom to supervise his young charge.

Sam had a full body blush mixed with his summertime tan as he showered in the cold water as Jonah watched. Sam shivered and got the job done as quickly as possible. Jonah ordered Sam to wash his cock and balls and ass all over again. Once he was satisfied that the boy was clean, and freezing he told the Sam to finish and get dry.

Once Sam was dry Jonah stepped up closed and pulled out a leather dog collar from his pocket and slowly placed it around Sam's neck. Buckling it behind his head under this hair.

"This stays on no matter what. You don't even try to play with the buckle. Got it."

Sam nodded. His humiliation was getting to him. His looked dejected at the floor seeing his bare toes and Jonah's sneakers.

Jonah grabbed the collar and pulled the naked and still cold Sam out to the bedroom.

Still holding on to the collar around Sam's slender neck Jonah rummaged through a dresser drawer and pulled out a set of pajamas. Sam looked horrified as they unfolded in his hand.

Sam had very little dignity in his present state but whatever remained the pj's he saw now robbed from him. They were kiddie pj's, but they were his size. He'd never seen baby blue footie pj's with cutesy little teddy bears printed on them in any store, ever. They zipped up the back totally enclosing him from neck down. Only his head and hands remained uncovered.

"You'll put these on." Jonah ordered.

"No I won't."

"Yes you will." Jonah pulled Sam's face close into his. So close the boy's noses almost touched.

"No." Sam was resolute.

Without another word Jonah dragged Sam struggling all the way over to his large bed. Jonah pulled Sam over his knees. He clamped the small penis between his legs and squeezed tight. Sam let out a small cry of pain. Jonah reached under the boy and grabbed what he could of his cock and stroked it hard. Once satisfied the boy was rock solid his clamped his hand around it hard. This held Sam in place over the Jonah's knees. With his other hand Jonah began to spank Sam's bare ass.

Sam struggled against the assault and pleaded for Jonah to stop. He screamed at the top of his lungs to be let free. Jonah ignored the pleas. He had a job to do and it was going to get done.

After a dozen hard strokes Sam's as was red and Sam felt like it was on fire.

Not losing his vice like grip on Sam's cock, Jonah stood the boy up. Sam was crying just a bit. He hands instinctively went to his sore ass and began to rub the pain away.

"Hands behind your head." Jonah ordered and he squeezed and pulled Sam's cock harder eliciting another gasp from the boy. Sam complied.

"Now are you going to get dressed or do you need another lesson in obedience?" Jonah asked

"Okay, Jonah. I'll put them on." Sam whimpered. It was better then being naked after all.

"Oh, don't you look just adorable, Sammy. My little brother."

"I feel like a dork, where did you get this thing?"

Jonah walked up to Sam and snapped the cuffs back around his wrists, but in front of him this time.

"Internet. It's amazing what you can find on the net. I got some other goodies for you and some ideas as well. But that's for tomorrow. Let's get you to bed." Jonah pointed to a spot on the floor Sam didn't notice when he left the bathroom it was next to the only bed in the room. A single pillow and what looked like a baby blanket only larger, Sam-sized as it were. Jonah ordered Sam to lay down.

"You're making me sleep on the floor?" Sam asked surprised.

"Sammy, you're not sleeping with me, that's for sure."

Once in place Jonah took what looked like a single handcuff and snapped it tight around Sam's right ankle. Sam saw the other end of the chain was bolted through the wooden bedpost.

"Ouch it's too tight, Jonah." Sam protested.

"Good it's just right then." Jonah smiled wickedly. "Now I expect you to be good. I'm being kind to you tonight. But if you make any noise or cause any problems for me I'll hogtie and gag you again and let you sleep outside on the patio tonight. Got it."

"Yeah, I got it."

Jonah blindfolded Sam again, got ready for bed himself and turned off the light. "Good night, little bro."

Chapter 2

"I'm awake."

"Oh and how did you sleep?" Jonah asked.

"Not good. I'm sore and the floor is hard as a freakin' rock." His cuffed hands reached up to remove the blindfold.

"Nah, none of that now. That stays on." Jonah scolded.

"Come on. You've had your fun now, it's time to let me go and get on with life. Unlock me and I'll go home."

"This isn't a game, Sam. This is the way things are now; you've got to get that through your little blond head." Jonah rapped Sam's head with his knuckles three times.

"You're not serious!"

"Oh yes, quite. I'm keeping you, my boy."

"I'm not a damn puppy! You can't just keep me!" Sam shouted. This time he did get the blindfold off. The bright light of the late morning sun momentarily blinded him, but he stood up and made a lunge for the bedroom door. Forgetting his ankle was secured to the bedpost. Sam took about two steps and his foot froze in place and his momentum crashed him face down to the floor. He managed to get his cuffed hands in front of him breaking his fall. A loud thud told Jonah Sam hit the floor hard. Jonah rushed to his captive.

"That wasn't smart. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay, hit my head though and my wrists are killing me." Sam replied as he rolled over on his back.

"Well you're not bleeding anyplace. Now do you see it's smarter for you to listen to me instead of doing your own thing? Falling and hitting your head was your fault."

"This is your fault! You've got me bound like some prisoner of war, if it wasn't for this thing on my ankle I wouldn't have tripped. You're just lucky I didn't break my nose or my wrists."

"Yeah, glad you didn't break your nose, you'd ruin your face and I don't want that."

"Look, Jonah, whatever. Just unlock me and we'll call it even. I didn't think you hated me this much, yesterday you said you were trying to do something nice by inviting me over. I don't call this nice, do you?" Sam was pleading with Jonah from his seated position on the floor waving his bound hands as he spoke.

"Sammy," Sam cringed again at being called Sammy, but Jonah continued, "I don't hate you; in fact I like you very much. Enough to want to train you to be a good little brother to me. And I am doing something nice, nice for both of us."

"How's this nice for me?"

"Well you may not see it now, but you will. You'll benefit from this too. But right now it is nicer for me I have to admit. But in the future, once you're fully my 'little brother' you'll be cared for, protected and more popular than you are now. Trust me." Jonah smiled with a slightly evil overtone to it.

Sam realized he wasn't going to win this round either, so he signed and slumped and decided he'd have a chance to get out of this later on. Jonah had to make a mistake sometime, didn't he?

"What do you want me to do?"

Several hours had passed and it was time for a late lunch. Sam was suffering yet another strict and humiliating bondage session. Jonah told him it was punishment for his bad language from last night and his escape attempt this morning.

No, Jonah hadn't forgotten and that was something new Sam had to learn. Punishment would come; it just wouldn't necessarily be right when the infraction occurred. It was part of the mind games Jonah was playing with Sam. Let Sam suffer more by thinking about what's to come for a time, it just increased the effectiveness of the program Jonah had planned out.

Jonah explained to Sam that he was to get and remain naked for the punishment and the rest of the day. Boys in his position didn't get to wear clothes. Sam wasn't quite sure what that meant but he knew he didn't like it, not one bit.

Sam was in an unfinished part of the basement – the lights were out. He was blindfolded and tightly gagged with a ball on a leather strap. It was large and bright red and forced Sam's mouth wide open. It hurt Sam's jaw. It was hard he couldn't bite into it and he couldn't force it out of his mouth with all his effort. His arms were pulled up above his head and wrapped with rope from his wrists to his shoulder blades. His head rested against the ropes. His hands were palm to palm and his fingers individually taped together with bright red duct tape.

Jonah used more rope from Sam's thighs down to his ankles, very tight and cinched down the center to hold tight against Sam's skin. Jonah then tied Sam's ten toes together with a black shoelace, one from Sam's own biking sneakers. But Jonah wasn't done. He tied a rope from an overhead joist to his wrists and pulled Sam up on tiptoe. Sam protested into his gag. Jonah then laced a rope between Sam's ankles and hoisted the lower part of Sam up and secured it to the same joist. He was now hanging in the form of a lazy letter U.

He then tied the other black shoelace from Sam's other biking sneaker and wrapped the boy's balls tightly. Jonah left about six inches [15 cm] loose dangling between his bare thighs and to this end he tied Sam's own shoe as weight.

Sam's twelve-year-old boy cock got instantly hard and stuck straight up to the rafters. Sam again had an all over body blush in his embarrassment. Jonah smiled and rubbed the blush warmed boy-skin. Sam protested through his tightly gagged mouth. The sounds were unintelligible and Jonah kinda liked the feeble attempt Sam was making in pleading for mercy.

Jonah pushed him so Sam swung from side to side, he did this several times. He explained that this was a punishment and continued training to improve Sam's little brother demeanor. Sam still didn't have a clue what that meant. After quite a while of talking Jonah placed ear buds into Sam's ears and turned on a radio to static. Sam's only connection to the outside world, sound, was drowned out in a sea of white noise.

Several hours later, what seemed like an eternity to Sam, Jonah returned. He untied Sam's wrists and lowered him to the cold cement floor. Sam was essentially upside down. Jonah removed the ear buds and then the ball gag.

"Are you ready for a late lunch, Sammy?"

"Yes, oh God yes! Please let me down, Jonah, please. I can't take anymore."

"Okay since you asked so nicely."

Jonah spoon-fed Sam his lunch as the two talked. "Your mom called this morning."

This was it Sam thought; she'd freak if Sam didn't speak to her, she'd put an end to this!

"We had a great conversation. I like her. I told her you were tied up, taking a shower after a morning bike ride and couldn't come to the phone. Not totally a lie, after all you were tied up. Anyway I told her you wanted to stay a little longer and that we'd planned on going to our cabin by the lake next week and would it be alright if you came with us?"

"She'd never agree to that. Plus she knows I don't have any clothes or anything here to stay any longer."

"Well you can fit into some of my older clothes I told her. It is all fashionable stuff you know. Anyway believe it or not she agreed. She seems to think I'm a good influence for you. She likes the idea of you having me as a brother. She seems to think you don't have many friends. She was very enthusiastic about the idea. So you're here for the duration."

"Well this will end, right? I mean your mom and my dad will be back Monday. You can't keep me tied up like this when they're home."

"You're right about that. But you and me, we're going to the cabin alone."

"What?! You can't! Please don't!"

"Sorry, Sammy, done deal. Now you just lay here and relax, I'll be right back." And Jonah went upstairs leaving Sam bound up tight, ankles still hanging from the rafter.

Upstairs Jonah made a quick phone call. "Yes, he's here. No he's not cooperating, what'd you except, he'd just roll over and give in." He listened a moment. "Yes, he's secure. No, he won't get away before I'm done. Yes I'll have a full week with him before I even attempt a showing" Another pause. "Of course I intend to have the best little brother at our school." Pause "Yeah the other guys will be jealous when Sam is fully reprogrammed. Gotta go, he's downstairs, time to offer him a chance to be a good little boy."

Chapter 3

Sam's hands were again cuffed behind him and his ankles were hobbled by a chain and secured to locked steel ankle shackles. Jonah pointed out that he picked them up on the internet too.

Sam's hands were undone and quickly retied with a very long length of rope in front of him and then tied up to an eyebolt screwed into the ceiling. "That's screwed into a joist up there, it will support my entire weight, so don't even think you can pull it down," warned Jonah.

Jonah didn't stretch Sam to his tiptoes. He pulled Sam's wrists over his head but left the boy some slack. The object was to keep Sam standing. Jonah intended to leave Sam this way for a very long time today. Sam could take a couple steps in his steel shackles, no sitting or squatting. He had to remain naked and standing or end up hanging by his wrists.

Sam had lost track of time. He was blinded with another internet find, a leather blindfold with soft padding around his eyes that totally sealed off his sight.

Sam's knees and legs felt like rubber. But he could hear everything. In his somewhat sensory deprived state, his body tired, his hearing became highly tuned. He heard every creak of the house. The breeze through the tree's leaves. Even the cars passing by. Something he heard he couldn't place. There was the sound of ripping cardboard and the click and tinkling of what sounded like metal. He heard Jonah working on a project near him. But what was going on, Sam hadn't a clue.

Jonah lowered Sam's hands and removed his blindfold. Sam immediately looked out the window and saw it was pitch black. The sun was high in the sky last time he was able to see. "What time is it?" he asked.

"About 1am. Time for bed."

"How long?" A tired Sam asked.

"Close to eleven hours. Bet you're real tired now." Sam nodded. "Let's go brush your teeth and then bed. Sam turned toward Jonah's on-suite bathroom and saw the source of the unknown sounds from earlier in the day. It was a cage, the kind used for dogs. This one was quite large, black, with the door open wide.

"I didn't know you had a dog, Jonah." Sam mumbled as the two walked to the bathroom.

"I don't." and Jonah left it at that. He quickly ushered Sam into the bathroom and up to the sink, he pulled out a toothbrush applied some paste and handed it to Sam. It was a struggle for Sam to brush with his hands bound, but he managed. Jonah then took a wash cloth and wiped Sam's face and gave the boy a small glass of water to drink. He reattached the leash to Sam and took him back to the cage.

"Get in." Jonah ordered.

"You're kidding!" Sam protested in surprise.

"Nope. In. Now!" Jonah was very stern.

"And what if I don't?"

"Sam, stop fighting me. If you don't get in, I will hogtie you so tight you won't be able to wiggle your little toe, blindfold and gag you silly. Then I'll toss you in head first and lock the door. Either way you're in there. How comfortable you are is up to you."

"Jonah, why are you doing this to me? Please stop. I don't want to do this anymore. Please – I'm begging you!"

Jonah smiled, Sam was beginning to crack. Jonah just pointed to the open door. Sam looked at it and back into Jonah's eyes. Sam's tired eyes were pleading. Jonah loved it, he was beginning to win now and he knew it. Jonah pointed at the door without saying a word. Sam hesitated still. Jonah reached for some coiled rope near by. Sam noticed and got down on the floor and crawled through the opening.

Once inside Jonah untied Sam's wrists and recuffed them and re-blindfolded him. He then gave Sam a small pillow and the baby blanket. Jonah closed and locked the door with two large padlocks.

"Now lie down and get some sleep. Tomorrow I might answer your question if you're good enough to earn it."

"Jonah, I'm very hungry can I have something to eat please?" Sam asked.

"Not now, it's bedtime, you should have asked earlier. I'm afraid you've missed dinner, if you had just said something sooner. But not now. You'll just have to wait for breakfast."

"Please, Jonah." Sam begged pleading.

"No. Go to sleep. I don't want to hear another word or you'll be very uncomfortable and won't get any sleep and I'd like you rested. Don't remove the blindfold for any reason. Good night."

Sam didn't reply. For the next few minutes he listened to Jonah move around his bedroom.

How did he get into this mess? He'd been bound for over 24 hours. He was hungry and now chained up inside a dog's cage. He realized it wasn't his fault. Jonah was just a psycho – that was it. He'd just have to hope Jonah wasn't crazy enough to hurt him more than the spanking. But as time passed Sam was getting less sure about that. And he was getting less and less sure about his own ability to escape Jonah. He tested his bondage a lot and it didn't give a bit. Now he was literally locked in metal and caged, there was no way of getting out tonight. He heard Jonah climb into his large, soft bed and switch off the light. Sam put his head on the pillow, before he knew it he was sound asleep. Being bound like he was all day, having little sleep last night and no food since the afternoon took its toll on the teenager. The boy was wiped out and thankfully the sandman came quickly.

Jonah was shaking Sam's head. It took a few minutes for the sleepy blonde to wake up. Jonah pulled off the blindfold. Sam had raccoon eyes from the impression left by the leather. "Hungry, Sammy?"

"Yeah."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good I guess, my legs hurt."

"Of course they do, you hung by them and stood for over eleven hours and you couldn't stretch them out last night. What'd you expect?" Sam hadn't given it any thought. He just wanted it to end. "Here's your breakfast."

To Sam it was a feast. A bowl of cheerios, a toasted bagel with cream cheese, and sippy cup of juice. "I believe in a big breakfast on Sundays, enjoy."

Sam didn't care what Jonah was saying; he inhaled the food.

Sam was sitting on the bedroom floor looking up at Jonah who was on his bed. Jonah was holding up a plaid pattern Speedo in pastel colors and explaining this was what Sam was going to wear today. Some more debate followed, it seems that a well-rested Sam had a little more spunk in him than the sleepy Sam of last night. But in the end Jonah won again. Sam now was in the pastel, what Sam would call preppy, colored plaid Speedo, handcuffs, and ankle shackles. Sam was told to take a shower.

"But how will I get this, this, this thing off?" Sam pointed to the Speedo.

"It's a swim suit silly, it doesn't need to come off, it can get wet. Now go."

Fifteen minutes later Sam was back in Jonah's bedroom. "This feels weird." Referring to the wet Speedo clinging to his body.

"You're all chained up and you think a wet suit is weird?" That's a good sign Jonah thought. "Sammy, I need you back in your cage. I have to go out and I want you safe and secure."

"No, please. I promise I won't go anyplace. Where can I go in these chains anyway? I'll just hang here. Yeah, here in the bedroom. I won't leave this room."

"And let you look for the cuff keys, nice try."

"Crap," thought Sam.

Jonah had a large coil of rope in this hand. "Come on now, I'll be gone like an hour. Gotta go get dinner for us. In ya go."

Sam shuffled into the cage. Jonah double locked the door.

Shortly after Jonah left the room the silence got to Sam. He lost himself in thought about his last day. The way he'd been captured, tied up, hand-fed, hanging from the rafters in the cool basement and the position yesterday standing up. Lastly his mind drifted to the cage where he'd slept all of last night and was again locked in.

Sam didn't notice right away but he'd gotten hard inside the tight, lycra bathing suit. His hand absent-mindedly drifted to his hard boy cock, the way a twelve-year-old boy's hand will do. He began rubbing his cock through the smooth silky fabric.

His breathing became heavier, harder and faster.

He closed his eyes, lost in the feelings his cock was generating.

Then Sam tensed, he came, then shuddered. The chains around his wrist and ankles clinking as his body had an orgasm and recovered.

His boy cum wet the bathing suit and began to cool against his body. The stickiness was a little gross to Sam, but he had little choice in the matter. He had to let the cool cum where it was and get used to it.

Jonah came back. Sam's cum stained bathing suit was still damp and cool. The dark wet spot was a dead give away to his activities while left alone in the cage. Jonah was not pleased.

"What the hell did you do, Sammy?" Jonah demanded.

"Whatta you mean? I didn't do anything. I was locked in the cage the whole time?" Sam asked with complete ignorance of his transgression.

"That wet spot there! What is that?"

Sam's whole face went instantly beet red. He looked down at his cock outlined in the tight fabric. "Oh, that."

"Yeah that. What exactly is that, Sammy?"

"I guess that I got a little over excited and I kinda 3;" he couldn't finish.

"You are in so much trouble, young man."

"What? No! I didn't mean 3; I'm sorry if I ruined the bathing suit."

"It's not the bathing suit. You touched yourself without my permission and you came."

"What, you mean I have to have your permission to do 3;that?"

"Of course you do, Sammy. You're my property now. You have no right to pleasure yourself. I tell you when and if you may. I control it. I control you! Do you understand that?"

Jonah sounded really, really mad. Sam looked down at the floor, his cuffed hands and chained feet in his view. His eyes watered up. Jonah lifted up Sam's chin and looked the boy right into his teary eyes.

"Do you understand me, Sammy?" he asked again.

"Uhm, yeah. I guess so 3;"

Jonah pulled Sam closed and hugged him tight. He leaned over to whisper in Sam's ear.

Sam's eyes went wide and his whole body was rigid.

Jonah attached the lead to the collar and with a yank led the younger boy out of the bedroom.

After dinner Sam was left tied to the dining room chair. His right hand to the arm, his chest to the back of the chair and his knees to the chair's legs, just under the seat. His ankles were pulled up along the outside of the wooden chair, toe tips barely touching the cool marble floor. Jonah had allowed Sam to feed himself, but only with his left hand.

"Time we had a chat, Sammy. Time I let you know what's happening to you and why, just a little bit."

"Unless you're gunna tell me you're gunna let me go, I'm really not interested in what you have to say."

"Yeah you are. I know you're curious, I can see it your eyes. You need to know. See some of the guys on the soccer team, we have this little club. We call it the Brother's Club. You're now a rookie member."

"I'm not on your soccer team. We don't even go to the same school."

"Doesn't matter. Anyway a group of us all have little brothers, like you are now, we're the older brothers. Some of the littles are the guy's real little brother, the rest are like you, picked out to be the little. Although we'll kinda be real brothers after our parents marry.

The littles are basically our servants, our slaveboys. They do what we tell them, when we say, without question no matter what. There's a training period of course – that's what you're doing now. You're being trained. I intend to have the best little brother in the club, and I know you're not gunna to let me down."

Sam just sat there stunned; he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Jonah continued, "As my little you're under my protection. No one can pick on you anymore. You'll get to hang out with me, my friends and their littles. Most of the littles are friends with each other. We allow that."

"Problem, we don't go to the same school. You go to that stuck-up private school I go to public. The kids at my school will still pick on me."

"Yeah, 'bout that. I'm not supposed to tell you. But next year you're transferring to my school. Dad, our dad, has it all planned. It was going to be a surprise. See my mom really likes you and she thought it was a good idea for the two of us to benefit. Also, by the time we're all done with your training, you're gunna ask your mom and our dad about moving in here with us. It's closer to the school and all, it just makes sense.

"As your big brother I get to pick out what rules, above the universal ones, you have to obey. I get to pick out your outfits, call it your uniform, like you have on now, when you're at home here, or at our Brother's Club meetings. But one universal rule is this." Jonah held up a delicate black chain, about 10 inches [25 cm] long. "This is the mark of a little. You all wear them; they're a Big's mark of ownership."

"What do you mean? Where, exactly, do I wear that?" Sam asked with obvious trepidation in his voice.

"Around your left ankle." Jonah got up went to the garage and came back with pliers. "Once on it doesn't come off, ever, it's there to stay." He bent down and measured the chain for Sam's ankle, removed a few links. He wrapped the chain around and clamped an end link shut around the other end link forming a continuous loop. One single link had been placed to hang down from the others. "This one provides convenient attachment points for when it's needed." Sam wasn't sure he totally understood that, but he knew he wasn't going to like that little feature very much. "There we go, all done. Once you're a full member you'll get a gold charm to attach to this. That way all the Bigs and littles know what you are and who you belong to."

Sam thought he'd give it one last try, "Jonah please don't do this. Look, you're not well, okay. You don't want to do this to me. It's not right, you must see that. Please just let me go and I promise 3; I swear I won't say a word about any of this. I'll forget it ever happened."

"Sammy, it's alright. All through human history men have owned others. Those in positions of power, like me, have always had their servants. Greece, Rome, the Ottoman Empire, even America."

"You're talking about slavery, Jonah. Slavery! Slavery is so totally illegal!"

"Right now it is, but only for the last 170 years or so of over 5,000 years of history. Slavery still goes on today in lots of places around the world. Africa, the Mid-east, Thailand 3;"

Sam interrupted, "Come on, let me go! You're crazy!" Sam was pulling and shaking with all his might against his bonds. Basically he was freaking out about learning he was being turned into a little in the Brother's Club, in reality a slave, no matter how Jonah tried to sugar coat and rationalize it.

"I'm not crazy, Sammy. I actually do love you like a brother. I've liked you since we first met. I knew from day one you'd be my little someday. Remember this benefits you too."

Sam was lost in his pleading. He was sobbing and some tears were running down his checks.

Jonah gently took Sam's left wrist. He tied it to the arm the chair. He took the ball gag and without resistance placed it in Sam's mouth. Jonah had it buckled before Sam knew what was happening. Sam started screaming into the gag, his crying continued.

"It's okay, Sammy. I'm gunna take care of you. It's good you've reached this point. You're accepting what's happening. I am so proud of you." Jonah wiped the tears away with his thumb. "I'm gunna let you calm down now. I'll just be in the next room. You take some deep breaths and relax. Then we'll watch a movie together and get to bed. Tomorrow we have to pack quick for the lake. It's a four-hour drive up there and I wanna get an early start.

"Sammy, you've never been to our cabin. We've owned it for years. I've been going there since I was like three. I know you're gunna love it. I can't wait to show it to you. It's quiet up there, not like here in town." Jonah leaned down and gently kissed Sam on the forehead. Not out of passion, but an older brother comforting a younger brother. He gave Sam a smile. He left the room turning out the light. Sam continued crying in the darkness.

Chapter 4 (Inter-chapter)
Late Sunday Night to Early Monday Morning

Jonah knew that Sam was now putty in his hands. Oh, there might be more rebellions from Sam, but the war was basically won. Sam was broken so now it was a matter of some additional training and getting Sam ready for his presentation to the Brother's Club.

The official presentation would happen after school started, but before then there would be informal meetings with some of the members and their littles. Jonah was friends with them after all; just because it was summer vacation was no reason not to see his friends. Plus he wanted Sam to get to know a few of the other littles. They could help show him the ropes, so to speak.

Sam ended up falling asleep with his head on Jonah's lap shortly after the movie started. Jonah thought the movie was crap; he ended it early and sealed it back in its return envelope. He gently woke Sam, untied his ankles and led the sleepy blonde back to the bedroom. After the customary brushing of teeth Sam was again placed inside his cage, his hands remained bound and a blindfold was put on. Sam was snoring softly before Jonah even got into bed. Jonah smiled at the boy curled up in the cage on the floor. "Oh yeah, I knew I was right picking you, Sammy," he whispered and went to bed.

The next morning Jonah got Sam up at 5am and ordered him to take a quick cold water shower, after applying a set of ankle shackles. After that he was instructed to meet Jonah in the kitchen, which he did. Once there, Sam was offered a sippy cup of apple juice and an English muffin with peanut butter.

"How are you this morning, Sammy?"

"Okay, it's way too early for me though. Why'd you get me up so early?"

"We have to hit the road for the cabin. Don't worry, little brother, you can sleep in the car. Actually- here take this." Jonah handed him a small blue pill.

"What's this? I don't do drugs."

"It's an ordinary over the counter pain pill with a little sleeping dose in it. No drugs. You have to be a little sore from the past couple of days. Plus you can get some sleep in the car, which you'll need. You have work to do once we get there."

"What kind of work?"

Jonah ignored the question. "If you're finished we'll get moving."

"Okay, where are my clothes?"

"Don't need 'em. Everything is packed in the car. You're fine the way you are."

"In this? This little Speedo and chains? Are you nuts?"

"Now, now, no more of that." And he ushered Sam out to his car.

Jonah opened the passenger door and Sam got in. He quickly undid Sam's right ankle and wrapped the chain around the front metal posts holding the seat to the car floor, firmly securing the boy in place. Jonah tied Sam's hands together so they rested in the boy's lap. He then applied a long strip of clear duct tape over his mouth and almost the whole way around Sam's head. Pressing it tight against his skin to seal it. This is to remind you, I don't want it falling off. Jonah knew that simple tape gags were not effective or secure, he wanted the psychological effect on Sam more then anything. Being gagged in the car, in pubic was a mind game.

Jonah didn't think Sam would try anything. But with his feet secured to the car itself Sam wasn't going to be able to bolt if they stopped anyplace on the way into the mountains. Plus if anyone did see through the tinted windows into the car all they would see would be a shirtless teenager sitting in the passenger seat. The ankle chain and his hands weren't visible from the outside.

Jonah had picked up some basics at the grocery store yesterday while he was out. Cereal, bread, bagels, peanut butter, jelly, chips, cookies, and your basic assortment of food, healthy and junk. He just left them all in the car, no point unpacking and re-packing. He'd call old man Rudolph on the road and have him put together the usual cabin provisions and pick them up before heading to the cabin. Mr. Rudolph owned the general store seven miles [11 km] from the cabin. He'd put together the meat, milk, etc, stuff that needed to stay cold and couldn't make the 4 hour trip in a hot car's trunk.

Jonah had packed the chains, restraints, ropes and other goodies for Sam while he was in the shower. He didn't forget an extra pair of Speedos or the teddy bear footie PJs.

They hit the road and about 30 minutes into the trip Sam's head drifted over to rest against the window and he fell asleep. Jonah smiled at the nearly naked and lightly bound boy next to him. "Yep, I really picked a good one here." He thought to himself. And the two teenage boys headed to the mountains.

Sam's adventure was just beginning 3;

Chapter 5
The Week at the Cabin Begins: Monday Morning

"Nice looking car you have there, Jonah. What is that, some European import?"

"Yeah, it's the new Saab."

"Wait a second, who's that in the passenger seat?"

"Oh that's my little brother-to-be, Sammy."

"Little brother-to-be, not sure I get your meaning?"

"His father and my mom are getting married soon. Thought I'd bring him up here and show him the cabin. You know – take a little vacay."

"Oh, well congratulate to your mother for me, and say hi to, what's his name 3; Sam for me. Can't wait to meet him."

"Will do Mr. Rudolph. I'd have brought Sammy in, but he's a little tired and still asleep. We left pretty early this morning. Take care, I'll see you if we need more food during the week."

Jonah left the store carrying a large box of provisions. He popped the trunk with the key fob, placed the box inside, waking Sam by slamming the trunk shut, and Jonah got in the car.

"You're awake, I see."

""Ummm," Sam mumbled through his gagged lips.

"We're almost there. Just a few miles to go."

After the general store there was no sign of civilization save the blacktop road that led to the long gravel driveway, which in turn led to the cabin. Jonah turned off the main road- the ride got rougher. Sam stared out the window as he was driven into the woods. The trees seemed to get closer and closer to the car. Sam though for a moment he heard some banjo music. "What movie was that from? Something about delivering?" he thought.

Then almost without warning the trees parted and the cabin appeared. Jonah saw Sam's reaction to the structure and ripped the clear tape off Sam's face in one quick swipe.

"Ouch! I thought you had a cabin?"

"That's it, Sammy." Jonah nodded toward the building.

"That's not a cabin. A cabin is rustic, small, run down with a rotting swing chair hanging on the front porch, with weeds growing all over the place. That's a mansion, and it's landscaped."

"What did you expect, something out of "Deliverance" silly?" Jonah asked as he pulled his car into the garage.

Jonah released Sammy from the car, but left the ankle shackles on him. Sam was ordered to unload the car, all except one bag. Jonah took that bag inside himself. Sam figured it was Jonah's clothes and such. It took about 90 minutes for Sam to unload the car and put away all the groceries and other items. It took so long because Jonah stood watch and told him where and how everything was to be placed, and being hobbled Sam found moving quickly difficult. Sam tripped several times as one or the other of his bare feet caught the chain and unexpectedly shortened his step, but he managed to not fall or more importantly drop anything. After he was finished Jonah ordered Sam to get him a soda and a glass of water and meet him in the living room.

Jonah took the can of soda and let Sam have the water. Sam took his ordered position on the chair facing Jonah; the two were about four feet [1.2 m] apart. Sam was happy to relax a moment. Well, relax as much as a nearly nude boy, wearing only a Speedo, with his ankles chained together can be.

"Okay, Sammy, here are the rules for you. First, you're not to say anything right now or I'll gag you, if you have any questions save them until I'm done. Second, you're not to wear anything I don't specifically tell you too, once you have something on consider it locked on and can only be removed if I tell you to. Third, you will always, and I mean always be barefoot."

Sam forgot himself and interrupted, "Barefoot everywhere, but what if I'm in a store or something?"

Jonah shot him a look that told Sam he'd broken rule one. Jonah got up without a word and pulled the ball gag out the bag he'd carried in. "I warned you." Sam slammed his hands over his mouth and shook his head no. Jonah walked up and calmly held the ball in front of Sam's mouth, he wanted to give Sam a chance to comply. He didn't. Jonah grabbed Sam's ear and gave it a twist. Sam didn't give in, Jonah had to repeat the ear pinch several more times.

"Jonah please, I'm sorry, I don't want that thing in my mouth."

"Too bad, Sammy, now it's staying in longer for speaking a second time." Jonah grabbed his ear again and after a small test of wills Sammy relented and in popped the red ball, which was buckled tight at the back of his head.

"Third rule, you'll always be barefoot, and I do mean always, even in public. Fourth, you will obey what I tell you without question. Fifth if you don't you'll be punished. Sixth, you will obey all other Big Brothers, if you think an order from them is over the top, you'll ask me about it before you say yes or no. Seventh, you will not use any furniture without my express permission. Eighth, you will wear this collar whenever we're home alone or with other Bigs and littles." Jonah reached in the bag and pulled out a collar. It was wide and black and leather. Sam noticed it had four metal rings attached. Jonah quickly strapped it around Sam's neck, made sure it wasn't too tight and clicked a little padlock on it. "There, it doesn't come off until I say so. Now how about a tour of our "cabin"?"

Sam nodded.

Sam had already seen the living room, kitchen and garage. Jonah showed Sam the den, the bar area, the game room and then the upstairs. Three bedrooms, all with private bathrooms, a laundry room and smaller room which appeared to be an office of some kind, then they headed outside. Outback was a large brick patio with gas grill and nice furniture. A brick path lead down to the lake and the private dock. The two walked out onto the wooden dock. Sam felt really weird standing there like he was, ankles chained, gagged and collared, rough wood under his feet. He felt very exposed and was glad at the moment the cabin was so isolated. Just then Jonah's cell phone rang.

Sam could only hear one side of the conversation.

"Hello? Hey there Cole, how's things? Cool. That's a great idea, just one problem with that. I'm not home, I'm up here at the cabin with Sammy. Yeah he's right here. Yes, I think so. No he can't say hi, he's gagged right now."

Sam's eyes went wide with surprise and he groaned into the ball. He couldn't believe that Jonah was telling someone he was gagged! Jonah pushed Sam back and down so he was sitting on the dock cross-legged. He shot a look down at Sam that told him to be quiet.

"Sorry about that, Cole. Hey, I've got an idea, why don't you and Tyler come up here. We've got plenty of room. How about Wednesday and stay till Friday? Cool, see you then." And he hung up.

Sam couldn't believe this. He wasn't even used to Jonah seeing him in this embarrassing situation, and now he'd invited two strangers over.

"Good news, little brother. Cole and Tyler will be here to visit later this week."

Sam shook his head violently 'no' as he grunted his protests into the ball gag.

"Oh don't worry, Cole's a big and Tyler's his little. I think you and Tyler will be good friends soon enough. So relax, but that means I have to accelerate your training a bit so you don't embarrass me when they arrive.

"It's about lunchtime. Why don't we go back to the house and you can make me something to eat. Nothing for you I'm afraid since you're gagged. But if you're good for a while when I take this out I'll let you have something to snack on before dinner. Understand me?" With those last two words Jonah looked Sam directly in the eyes.

Sam nodded slowly. Again he'd been defeated. How did this keep happening? Why did Jonah always win? Sam would have to figure that out.

Jonah grabbed the front ring on Sam's collar with his finger and led Sam back into the kitchen.

Chapter 6
Dinnertime, Monday

Sam wasn't presently gagged as he'd spent several hours of the afternoon gagged for speaking out of turn. He had been warned not to speak, and as he didn't want the gag put back in while his jaws still ached from the hours spend sucking the ball this afternoon, he obeyed.

Jonah finished his dinner and put away the dishes as Sam patiently waited in his bondage in the dinning room. His legs and bare feet hurt from standing so long, the hardwood flooring underneath wasn't helping his comfort level.

Jonah returned after about 20 minutes with a steaming bowl in one hand and four lengths of coiled ropes in the other. Sam sighed he knew that this wasn't going to be a good thing.

Jonah released Sam's ankle from the shackle, "Hop up on the table, Sammy."

"What?"

"Get your butt on the table and lay down on your back."

"Why?"

"You're forgetting rule number four. That's the one about obeying me. Now one last chance, if you want dinner 3;" Jonah pointed to the tabletop once again.

Having been forced to skip lunch and never offered the promised snack before dinner, Sam was indeed hungry and did as he was told.

"Good boy." Jonah then pulled Sam's ankles to the corners of the large wooden dining table and secured them in place. Then he undid Sam's wrists, pulled them over his head and secured them to the opposite end of the table from his ankles. Sam was spread eagle on the table. Jonah retrieved the bowl from the sideboard where he'd placed it early and sat down next to Sam's head.

"I'm going to feed you dinner now, Sam."

"Jonah, this is ridiculous. Why can't I just eat it myself?"

"Because I said so. Again you're forgetting about rule four. That will be the last time I let that one slide. Now open up."

Jonah began spooning the bound Sam his dinner. A bowl of white rice and cubed tofu that had been fried and mixed with the rice. It took about 20 minutes for Jonah to finish feeding Sam, he was in no rush after all.

Jonah cleaned up Sam, released him from the table, rechaining his ankles and handcuffing him once again. After Sam had wiped the table of the spilled rice grains, Jonah collared him and attached the chain leash. Then the two boys went for a walk.

To Sam's surprise he discovered that a pathway led around the lake and that is where Jonah was leading him. Thankfully the path was mostly dirt but every so often a rock or twig caught Sam's bare sole forcing Sam to give a little "ouch" every now and then.

"So, Sammy, what's your impression so far?" Jonah asked.

"Impression? Of what?"

"Of the past several days, silly."

"Oh. Well 3; that. I don't think you're totally psycho any more, but I still have doubts about your overall sanity."

Jonah laughed a bit. "You thought I was gunna hurt your or something didn't you?"

"Well, yeah I kinda did. Especially that first night. I was pretty scared."

"I can understand that. But know one thing, Sammy, I'm not going to hurt you or allow you to be hurt, ever. First off that's not my style. Second it's against the rules of the club."

"So what's the deal with me being tied up all the time? And not being allowed to wear clothes and that rule about always being barefoot?"

"I like to tie people up. It's called bondage by the way. And it's part of your training, but you don't need to know the details of that. And you look really good in bondage. About the clothes. You're too modest, you need to loosen up and gain some confidence. Once you get used to being nearly nude you'll be more confident about yourself. Let's face it you can't be too uptight if your 99 percent naked can you? About the barefoot thing. That's a reminder to you of your station, about you being a little. It's a sign of submissiveness. And besides I think it's cute.

"Submissiveness? What's that?"

"Oh, that's a fancy word we use in the trade, so to speak, for someone in your position. You're submissive to my will. You do as I say. You submit yourself. Get it?"

"Yeah I guess so."

"Come on admit it," Jonah bumped Sam' shoulder with his own, "it's not been so terrible, has it?"

Sam thought in silence for a moment, "No, I guess not. I have to admit this cabin and the lake are amazing."

"I knew you'd love it 3;here."

It was another 45 minutes around the lake before the pair returned to the patio. Sam was tied ankles and wrists to an iron patio chair while Jonah lit up the patio fireplace. "It's July I know, but the nights can get chilly up here. Plus it means we can roast these!" Jonah held up a bag or marshmallows. Sam actually had to giggle at Jonah's actions and the seemingly silliness of the situation. A normal night at the lake with the exception of him being bound tightly to a piece of patio furniture.

"Plus I've got graham crackers and chocolate bars, Sammy." Jonah teased.

"S'mores?"

"Bingo!" Jonah release Sam's hands from the arms of the chair but handcuffed them again. This would give just enough freedom or make his own s'mores.

For the better part of the next couple hours the two chatted away about a variety of subjects. Sam got pretty good at working with his bound hands and to Jonah's eyes seemed to totally forget he was just about stripped to nothing and in bondage. Jonah was pleased at his progress with Sam. Getting Sam to admit that this wasn't all too bad had been a major victory. Sam was progressing nicely.

Just before heading up to bed, Jonah turned Sam so the boys were facing each other. Jonah was a head taller than Sam but the two looked each other in the eyes. Sam remained silent. "Sammy, little brother, you've made me very happy and very proud of you."

Sam wasn't used to this kind of praise. He actually, genuinely smiled, "Thanks."

Jonah pulled Sam into his arms and hugged the smaller, blonde, bound boy.

Chapter 7
Tuesday Morning

Sam was laying face up because he had no choice about his position. Jonah had tied him the night before in a classic spread-eagle position. The bed was a small single, rustic mountain-style in design, which means the headboard and footboard were logs cut and shaped properly. This meant a strong crossbeam construction to attach ropes.

Jonah pulled each of Sam's feet to the corresponding upright beam of the footboard and securely secured the ankle in place. Jonah then did the same with Sam's hands, but he left a little slack so Sam wasn't as taught as a bowstring. But he wasn't exactly loose either. For the final touch Jonah tied a scarf around Sam's lower face to act as a gag. The scarf served as a reminder for Sam to remain quiet during the night rather than as an effective means of silencing him. Sam remained in his plaid Speedo. Jonah didn't bother to cover him, as it was summer, however he did allow him a pillow for comfort.

Sam looked around the room but didn't see Jonah in the room or in his bed. In fact Jonah's bed was made, he must have gotten up earlier and Sam slept right through it. Sam was happy that Jonah didn't pack the cage nor have another one set up here. Sleeping spread-eagle took some getting used to. And every time he tried to roll over in his sleep he woke himself up by self-tugging on the ropes that held him. But Sam was glad that he wasn't uncomfortably curled up in a locked cage.

Sam noticed that the bedside clock displayed the time as 9:47. He pulled at the ropes holding his hands and feet in place. "This being tied up all the time is getting a little old," he thought. The knots were just out of reach of his fingers. He pulled and stretched himself but with no luck. The ropes might as well have been steel cables; they felt like steel to Sam.

Sam was fully awake, the scarf had moved itself around during the night and with little effort he was able to get it totally off his face and it now rested around his neck. There was no point calling out, only Jonah was there and they were both in the middle of the woods. Sam wiggled his fingers and toes and tired to stretch his waking muscles and joints awake. His blonde hair flopped about- in his eyes and out. If it weren't for the coolish breeze coming in through the open window he'd have worked up a sweat. As it was he was thinking himself as rather ripe. Jonah hadn't allowed him a shower before bed.

Jonah finally appeared at the door, he was fully dressed. Blue Brooks Brothers shirt, tan shorts that ended just above his knees and white canvas sneakers. Jonah was a head taller then Sam, and kept his hair shorter. His chestnut brown hair was parted just over his right eye and sweep over to the side, a few locks always managed to break rank and fall over his forehead. He had brown eyes that never seemed to fully look at someone when he talked to them and a small sprinkle of freckles just across his nose.

"Hey there, Sammy. About time you woke up. I heard you moving around and thought it was time to get your day going."

"Why didn't you just wake me up?" Sam asked.

"This is a vacation and you look like you needed your sleep. I figured I'd let you rest up. Now that your are awake time for a shower and a change of clothes."

Sam grinned at that thought but his hopes were quickly dashed as Jonah pulled a solid blue Speedo from his shorts' pocket.

"Where do you find those things, I didn't even think they sold Speedos like that anymore." Sam said.

Jonah had started untying Sam at his feet. He gave each sole a quick tickle before starting, just to get a rise out of the bound boy. "Oh they still sell them for swim teams and stuff. You just gotta know where to get 'em." He winked. Jonah untied Sam's left hand and handed the blue swimsuit to him. "Here ya go, take the old ones off and put these on."

Sam just starred at Jonah.

"Oh alright, you're bashful this morning. I'll turn around."

While his back was turned Jonah heard the sounds of Sam shuffling and struggling around on the bed. Sam grunted every so often as he yanked on his still bound wrist. "Ok, finished." Sam annouced.

Jonah again locked the metal shackles connected by a chain around the boy's ankles and then untied the remaining wrist. He sent Sam off to the showers with a pat on his lycra clad behind. "You've got 10 minutes. I'll be waiting right here and don't forget to brush your teeth." Even though Jonah was starting to trust Sam more and more not to revolt, there wasn't any reason for him to slack on his control of his little brother.

Back on the dock after breakfast Sam was wearing very little restraint, just the shackles that seemed to become as common to his wardrobe as a shirt used to be. Sam saw a little rowboat tied up next to the dock. The boat wasn't there the night before. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his bare soles feeling the rough wood underneath.

"I thought we'd do a little boating this morning, you know get out on the lake." Jonah said.

"Jonah, I can't. I don't like boats." Sam said. Jonah noticed the change in the boy's voice. It was softer and a bit nervous.

"Whatcha mean you don't like boats?"

"I just don't, okay." Sam turned defiant.

"That's a problem." Jonah thought for a moment. He pulled out some ropes from his seemingly bottomless pockets. He quickly turned Sam around pulling his arms behind him. He tied Sam's wrists together. He then wrapped a rope around Sam's stomach several times pinning his bound wrists to his back. He tied another length of rope around Sam's knees and chinched it tight.

"Sammy, do you trust me?" Jonah asked.

"Not really."

"You'd better start." And with that he picked up the smaller boy and carried him into the rowboat. He sat him on the plank at the front and quickly tied a rope from his wrists to the center of the chain connecting his ankles.

Sam sat bolt upright. He was starring dead ahead. He was visibly shaking but not throwing a fit. He was breathing heavily.

After Jonah cast off from the dock, the panic in Sam's eyes got a bit wider. He whispered he plea to Jonah again. "Jonah, please don't. Take me back. I can't. I don't like boats."

"Don't be scarred little brother." Jonah reassured as he placed his hand reassuringly on Sam's knee. "Just once around the lake." Jonah began to paddle slowly taking the two boys to the center of the lake. Sam closed his eyes and wished this to end quickly.

The next thing Sam knew he heard the sound of the boat hitting the dock and Jonah getting out to secure the boat with the mooring lines. He got back into the boat. This action caused the boat to sway from side to side panicking Sam all over again. Jonah untied and removed Sam from the boat, once again by carrying him. Sam's feet were again on the wood of the dock. His boating adventure was over, for now.

Jonah unbound Sam's hands and had him lay on his back on the dock. "I'd planned on doing this on the boat. But I could see how scared you were. So here we are." He tied a single rope to each of Sam's wrists and pulled one to one support piling of the dock and then repeated that procedure with the other. He untied Sam's knees.

"As you know we have some visitors coming tomorrow. I'd like you have a nice tan for them to see. So you'll be laying here for a while. I'll be back to turn you over in a few hours and give you something to drink."

Jonah stood up and walked away. Sam craned his neck to watch as Jonah went back into the house.

"Oh crap," Sam thought, "he's probably pretty mad at me right now." Sam laid his head back on the dock and closed his eyes. The sounds of the woods and the wind overtook him and his drifted off into his thoughts. "It could be worse I guess."

Three hours later Jonah returned and helped Sam drink a Coke with the aid of a straw, then turned Sam over on his back. This time he placed a towel under this face as a cushion.

"Jonah?" Sam probed.

"Yeah 3;"

"How much longer will you keep me in bondage all the time?"

"That's not for you to know, Sammy."

"What about tomorrow when your friends get here. Can I be free then?"

"Oh no. They're in the club. They won't have any problem with you being bound. Tyler will probably be bound in some way too."

"Who are these people? How'd a club like this get started?"

"These people are my friends and will soon be yours. The school has a long tradition with this kind of club. The soccer team isn't the only one to have Bigs and littles. The football team, the baseball team. But we all keep to ourselves. When you get your ankle charm it will be in the shape of a soccer ball; that will distinguish you as a member of the Soccer Brother's Club. Hey, even the girls have their versions of it with a sister's club; we never mix clubs with the girls though so you don't have to worry about that. These clubs have been going on for years, I don't really know how it all got started."

"Don't you think it's all a little weird?"

"Not really. Do you?"

"Uh, yeah Jonah I do."

"That's just cause you're new. Once you get more involved and as more time passes it'll be second nature. Now listen to me, I've picked Tyler to be your 'little' tutor. He'll help you and teach you more about what you need to know about the club and how to act with the other Bigs and littles."

"Great. So now what?"

"Now we relax, you work on your tan. The ropes and shackles are gunna give you real interesting tan lines. Tonight we'll make some burgers on the grill and eat on the patio. Maybe go for a walk around the lake. If you're real good I might take you into town later on."

"I assume I'll be in bondage, as you call it, for all this?"

"Why Sammy, of course you will!" Jonah slapped Sammy on the back in a friendly way. "Of course you will!"

Chapter 8
Wednesday Morning

Sam's Journal

Only one ankle has that shackle thing around it but the other end is locked to the bed. I can get up and out of bed, but I can't go more then a foot or two from the bed, so what's the point of getting out of bed? I'd just have to sit on the floor.

I found a sticky note on this book. This one I am writing in and a pen. The note told me that Jonah wanted me to start a journal and I'd better have something in it by the time Cole and Tyler get here. So here it is. Is this enough? Probably not.

I really don't know what to write about, I've never had much use for diaries or journals and it now seems to be called. Seems a bit girly to me, so again I say- whatever.

Should I write about what's happened to me over the last four days? What good would that be? I was there and the only other person that might even read this is Jonah and he knows what happened too. He did it to me!

I have to admit though that on Friday I was totally scared. I had no clue what Jonah was gunna do to me. You see all those crazy news stories about kidnappings and they never seem to end up good for the kid whose been kidnapped. But I wasn't really kidnapped was I? At first I thought Jonah was just being a jerk (sorry Jonah) but after he just left me tied that way on the floor for so long- I was sure that it wasn't a trick or something.

When he retied me to that dining room chair and fed me cold pizza I knew that this was something that was gunna go on for a while. Weird huh? Here I was scared, unable to do anything about my situation except struggle, but I knew that this was going to continue.

I figured it would all be over Monday when I went home. Well that was two freaking days ago, it's Wednesday now and I'm up at this so called cabin in the woods and still chained. Chained to a bed no less. I haven't been untied or unchained for like 5 days now! I realize as I wrote that that it seems like being tied is a normal state and what happened before wasn't normal when it is just the opposite, isn't it?

I mean you don't see people on the street with their hands tied or their feet chained together. Do you? Of course not.

But some of the stuff Jonah has used he got off the internet, so there are people who buy this stuff, right? I had no clue.

I'm not totally scared anymore. I can't say I totally like being tied and chained all the time, but it's not totally horrible either. Most of the positions, don't get me wrong I'd rather be free, aren't too uncomfortable. Except for that hogtie thing. I've gotten used to walking barefoot with my ankles chained together. I have to take smaller steps, but once you get into a rhythm it seems pretty natural.

Yesterday Jonah put me on a boat on the lake. I freaking hate boats. I can't believe he did that to me! I asked him not too, but he just tied me up tighter and put me on the boat. He carried me and tied me to the seat! I held my breath and closed my eyes tight. If I wasn't tied up and tied to the boat itself I'd have run as fast as I could the other way. I really thought Jonah was gunna be really mad at me for not wanting to go on the boat. That would be breaking the "do as I say rule", right? But I guess he wasn't, he didn't say a thing about it and didn't act like he was mad at all. We even had a pretty good dinner, talked like I wasn't next to naked and chained up (how weird is that?) and watched a DVD before he put me to bed.

I hope he never makes me do that boat thing again. I'll have to tell him not too. He promised me he wouldn't hurt me and this might just fall under that rule. I'll have to see.

I've been giving a lot of thought to this Brother's Club I seemed to have joined. I have a lot of time to think, being tied up for hours and hours gives me lots of, I don't want to say free-time (ha-ha), but extra-time to think.

I guess if I am transferring to this new school in the fall; it will be good to have some friends and have this promised protection from other kids who go there. This black chain around my ankle is my mark of protection apparently.

I mean will I be tied up in class? Will the teachers lock my ankles to the desk when I arrive and unlock me when class is over? It can't be that way.

What about the other members of the club? How many are there? Who are the other little brothers? I have to admit it will be nice to go to a new school. I hate the one I go to now.

Jonah's mom has a ton of money from having her own business I guess. Added to my dad's income and well 3; I do like Jonah's house it's bigger then mom's and this cabin is really cool. I still can't believe they call it a cabin. I suppose if I have to trade off a little freedom to move around, and I admit it where do I have to go around here, it's okay. I am finding that I don't mind being tied up either. That's really weird, huh? I guess I'm getting used to it.

And it seems that lots of people like it. Last night before the DVD Jonah showed me some web sites with cartoon characters tied up and a site with TV and movie scenes where the actors are all tied up. Strange thing is that all the pictures were of teenagers and cartoon drawings of boys. I wonder if Jonah is gay? (sorry again, Jonah) then he showed me some of the sites where he got some of the stuff he uses to put me in bondage, as he calls it. There was some seriously scary stuff there! And even the site where he got those footie pajamas. So I guess there's like a whole industry for this stuff? Like he said, all those people can't be wrong, can they? I keep thinking of that line, "if you cant beat 'em, join 'em". But I'd like to wear more than a Speedo once and a while!

Well I think that's about enough for now, right? I hope so.

Chapter 9
Wednesday after Lunch

"Sammy, Cole and his little brother, Tyler will be here shortly and I need you to be on your best behavior. Understand?"

"I'm not some jerk, ya know."

"I know you're not, but I need to know you're gunna be on you're best behavior. You're my little and there are certain standards you need to meet or you'll embarrass me in front of Cole."

"And that would be bad, right?"

"Yeah it would. Can I trust you?"

"Yeah. But, um, can I have some clothes to put on before they get here?"

"No you're just fine the way you are. Now you're not to talk to either of them unless I give you permission to speak first. Can you remember that?"

"Yeah. But about that no clothes thing I 3;"

Interrupting Sam Jonah continued, "because if you can't stay quiet I'll gag you now. And if you say one word without permission I'll gag you right in front of them."

Sam just nodded while his mouth remained shut.

Jonah heard Cole's car pull up next to the house. He and Sam went to the front door Jonah opened it in advance and instructed Sam to stand behind and a little to his side. Sam was completely naked except for the collar, and ankle shackles. The leash from Sam's collar was lopped around Jonah's hand. Sam was visibly nervous. His eyes down looking over his free hanging cock and at his bare feet. He didn't want to be seen in this position by total strangers.

Tyler got out of the car first. He went over to the driver's door and opened it for Cole, closing it after he got out. Then Tyler went to the trunk and removed a small suitcase and a backpack. They entered the house and Jonah and Cole shook hands and chatted for a few moments. Both littles remained in position and silent.

It was time for the introductions. "Cole, I'd like to present my new little brother, Sammy." Sam still looked at the floor.

"Jonah, he's great. You've done good. I like him. He'll be very popular in our club," Cole replied.

Sam's whole body flushed with embarrassment.

"Sammy, shake Cole's hand and say hello," Jonah instructed. Sam complied.

"Sammy, I'd like to introduce you to my little brother Tyler. He'll be your tutor for your joining of our little club." Cole said.

Tyler stepped forward and extended his hand to Sam, Sam took it and raised his head. For the first time he saw the two other boys who'd come for a three-day visit.

Tyler stood in front of him. Sam could hardly believe the sight that greeted him. Tyler was a little shorter then he was. He had straight hair that ended on his shoulders. His hair had a slightly red tint. Tyler had green eyes the color of jade and what could be called a peaches 'n cream complexion. Tyler was dressed in tan shorts and a light blue polo shirt. There was a rather thick shiny chain around his neck. One end of the chain hung down from the loop at his neck disappearing under the fabric of his cotton shirt.

At the end of his smooth thin legs he had on white ankle socks and blue and white sneakers. On his left ankle was the same type of black metal chain that was around Sam's but Tyler's had a small gold soccer ball. The chain was loose enough to allow the charm to hang to the outside of his sneaker.

Sam found himself slightly and instantly fascinated by Tyler's looks and after saying a shy, quiet "hi" he didn't know what else to say.

Cole continued the introduction, "And I, of course am Cole. I know you're probably very nervous right now. But don't be. You'll be fine. Tyler is a great little brother and he'll teach you everything you need to know. You'll be one of our most popular little brothers. Don't worry, Sammy we'll take great care of you. Trust us."

"Thank Cole, Sammy." Jonah instructed. Sam again complied. "Sam, show Tyler which room we've got them in so he can take their bags up. Then come back out to the patio with two sodas for Cole and me."

On the stairs Tyler broke the silence. "Um, Sammy. How are you?" he probed.

Sam just nodded his head.

"Uhm, okay. So this place is pretty great, huh? Cole and I have been here twice before."

Sam nodded again. The two entered the bedroom.

"Oh, two beds eh? We didn't stay in this room before." Tyler placed the suitcase on the larger bed and the backpack on the floor. "That little bag's mine."

Sam just kinda stood there with a vacant smile on his lips his hands nervously trying to cover his groin, but trying to do it without being obvious about it.

"Don't say much do you? You're seriously nervous aren't you?"

Sam quickly scanned the room and found what he was looking for- a little pad of paper and pen. With his back turned he scribbled something, ripped the sheet off and handed it to Tyler. It read, "I'm not being rude. Jonah told me not to talk or he'd gag me. And I am very nervous too." Very was underlined.

"Oh, sorry dude. I didn't know about the talking thing. Don't worry, I wouldn't tell on you if you did. But I guess it's good you listened to your Big Brother. There's nothing to be nervous about though, Sammy. It's actually not a bad club to belong too. But I guess if I was naked in front of a perfect stranger like you are I'd be nervous too."

Sam nodded his head again. Tyler had a sweet voice for a boy and it seemed to put Sam at ease. He had a smile that would make the coldest heart melt with perfect white teeth shinning between slightly pink lips. "Come on, bud, we'd better head back downstairs before we're missed."

Sam smiled and nodded.

"One thing before we head outside Sam, I have to say, you have a amazing body. I'm happy, even if you aren't that you're in the buff. You're a real treat for the eyes. "

Sam's whole body went deep crimson.

The two boys headed back down, grabbed the sodas from the fridge and when out on the patio were their Bigs sat in the iron patio chairs talking.

Tyler stood next to Cole and Sam took his place next to Jonah. The two seated boys continued talking paying no attention to the boys standing next to them

"Sammy," Jonah finally turned his attention. "We've decided that Tyler should get started teaching you what you need to know ASAP. So here's what's gunna happen. Tyler is in charge of you for now. That's not to say Cole or myself still can't give you orders but you also have to listen to Tyler. Sammy, you now have permission to talk. So that's about it you two might as well start."

"First," Cole interjected, "Tyler, take off your shoes, but leave your socks on and come here Sammy." The two littles did as instructed. "I want to make sure you guys don't get into too much trouble." He took out a pair of handcuffs and locked a wrist from each boy into them securing the boys together. Then he sent to boys off; back upstairs to the bedroom they had left moments before.

Back in the bedroom the boys sat on the floor. "Well I guess I'll start," Tyler said, "there's not much to this really. It's all very easy stuff. Common sense more than anything. Just don't screw up and things will be fine. Okay?"

"Yeah I guess so." Sam quietly relied.

"Sorry about being cuffed together. That's my brother's idea of being funny, he loves doing stuff like this to me. I'm used to it."

"No problem, I've been tied or chained up the whole time for like six days now, so I'm kinda used to it too."

"Six days wow! That's cool. Cole mentioned that Jonah liked the tying up part of things but I had no idea. Cole's only kept me bound up for like fours hours. I've been handcuffed for a whole weekend, but that's the longest I've had so far. But Cole's actually a pretty cool big brother."

"So how's this work?" Sam asked.

"I tell you what you need to know and you remember it. It's simple. Don't worry. First why don't we just talk? Get to know each other better, eh? We can learn later on." Tyler smiled and winked at the nude boy on his wrist. Instantly putting Sam at ease.

"Cool."

Back on the patio.

"Tyler will teach my Sammy everything he needs to know?"

"Jonah, don't worry, Tyler's great. You saw how Sam looked at him in the doorway. Tyler has that effect on everyone, lucky little pisser, he got all the good genes in the family."

"Yeah I noticed. I bet Sam is real confused about that right now."

"If he's like most people he won't even notice the effect until it's too late. By then Tyler has him."

"I hope he's not too effective, after all Sammy's mine, not Tyler's."

"Don't worry. Tyler knows what he's doing. But I have to admit; Sammy's got a look about him, doesn't he? You're lucky to have found him; I can't believe you got an outsider to be your little, that always seemed to be the hard way to do it."

"What do you know about hard? You got yours from your own house! Right there under your nose."

"Yeah I have to say I'm pretty grateful to my parents for having him. But still the way you got Sammy to agree to be your little 3; you'll have to tell me how he agreed so easily."

"Let me just say this – I didn't leave him much choice in the matter."

"You don't mean?"

"Yep, I made him my little. As far as he's concerned he doesn't know he even had a choice to join, and now that he's in- we've got that rule preventing him from leaving."

"Dude that's seriously devious! I love it!" The boys toasted by tapping soda cans together.

"Tyler's not gunna screw that up is he?"

"Na, he likes the club, and I noticed a little thing from Tyler when he met Sam too. Those two are gunna be best friends I think." He winked at Jonah.

Back upstairs.

Tyler had a pair of handhelds and he and Sam were playing a racing game head to head. Well they were side by side holding on to the games as best they could being handcuffed together. Every so often one boy or the other would get so into the game, making a turning motion in the real world and forgetting about their handcuffed linkage. This pulled the other's wrist along with his own causing the other boy to drop the game into their lap. This led to quite a few digital car crashes along the way.

On the patio.

"I'm curious why did you had Tyler take off his shoes but leave his socks on?" Jonah asked his guest.

"Littles should respect other people's homes. I don't want him wearing shoes in your house. But leaving the socks on gives him an advantage on Sammy. You've got Sammy totally naked, Tyler's fully dressed. Sammy's obviously barefoot, Tyler isn't. That gives Tyler an edge. Plus Tyler's younger and shorter than Sam; that will really throw Sam for spin.

"Having to submit and listen to someone younger than him. And wearing less then a younger boy, that's icing on the cake; someone naked will always, even subconsciously, give more attention and control to someone fully dressed. It's a mind-game thing. I'll bet Sam asked to wear clothes before we got here today didn't he?"

"Yeah how'd you know that?"

"Anybody would. I mean would you want to meet someone for the first time in just a collar and leash and shackles? No, of course you wouldn't. It was good you didn't give in and let him put something on."

"Thanks, Cole. There's a lot I have to learn."

"You're doing fine, Jonah. You've had Sam for only a few days and look at him. He's quiet; he's clearly being submissive. Tyler and I will help bring him the rest of the way. You've got a month and a half before school starts. Sammy will be the perfect little by then. Tyler and I will help you out before Sammy's initiation ceremony."

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