Preamble

This is a ‘slow-developer’ story planned over a number of episodes, so won’t be to everyone’s tastes.

This is FANTASY! It is NOT a template for irl bdsm! Some of the practices described would NOT be safe in real life. Similarly, in real life, if we are lucky enough to come across good bdsm playmates, we need to value and respect them – they are not that easy to find!

If it is illegal for you to read this story because of your age, location or any other reason, don't read it.

…and… if you yourself are a fit young man in need of ‘slave training’, better get in touch, boy…

I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1

For the hundredth time that morning, Ben writhed on the grass, moaning with desire and frustration – a heady brew. The slightest movement of his lean sinewy body caused the twisted rope wrapped tight round his upper torso to saw against his pinched trapped nipples. Simultaneously the rope that ran tight down his ass-crack, between his thighs and then up front, rubbed against his groin. If Ben could have turned over to rub himself against the ground he would have done so, but the broomstick tied to the back of his shoulders kept him flat on his back.

The warm sun raised perspiration in beads on his tanned skin, the beads gradually growing into plump bubbles, before breaking into rivulets running over the curves of his muscles, down his flanks, or soaking into the ropes binding him tight.

 *******

If Ben had been able to think clearly (but that facility had deserted him some time ago) he would have reflected back to the seemingly innocuous trigger that had trapped him into this situation.

The three of them had been watching some weak TV drama the night before, during which the teen hero had been captured and tied up. They were all pleasantly buzzed from drinking beer, stripped down to just shorts in the warm evening, and not caring very much about the quality of the programme – which was just as well. At the point where the teen was roped up, all three were amused by the unrealistic portrayal – although Ben hoped that his sudden stiffie wasn’t too obvious in his shorts, as he shifted uncomfortably.

One of the twins scoffed at the programme, pointing out how ridiculous it was that the young actor hadn’t freed himself straight away. Ben agreed, “yeah, and what a pussy he’s being about it, too – all that whimpering and whining! He should’ve really been given something to whine about!” Rick, the other twin, agreed, saying, “Yeah, bet if it had been Ben here, he wouldn’t have whined, and he’d have escaped within seconds!”

Rad appeared dubious. “Maybe – but perhaps this is one sport Ben isn’t so good at. Bet if I tied him up, it would take him longer than that.”

Rick shook his head. “Nah, my money would be on Ben – c’mon, Coz, are you up for the challenge?”

Ben looked at his cousins. In years gone by, their admiration was a given; more recently, though, as they were growing into adulthood themselves, their worship of their older jock cousin appeared to be accompanied by teasing and needling, challenging him to justify his superiority over them.

Perhaps it was that need for justification, or the erection in his shorts, or just the fuzziness induced by the beer that led to his stock jock-boast response, “Sure, I could do much better than that guy – bring it on!”

Rad nodded as though a firm agreement had been reached. “OK, we’ll give it a go tomorrow morning – let’s see how you do!”

Some more similar banter back and forth, some more beer, some mucking about, before eventually bed beckoned.

Ben lay awake thinking about Rad’s – promise? threat? – and wondered why it felt so exciting. So exciting indeed, that he realised he was unconsciously stroking his growing dick. He stopped, as much to save the sheets as anything else, and mentally shrugged – probably the twins would have forgotten about it by the morning. As he drifted off to sleep, brain going into free association, there seemed a moment of a regret, hardly realised. A pity, really, a thought floated, considering some of his darker fantasies.

******* 

Indeed, while they were having breakfast and then splashing around in the pool, no further reference was made to the ‘bet’, and Ben hardly liked to bring it up himself – he wasn’t even sure he wanted it. No, that’s not quite right – he wanted it, but was scared at the same time about the ramifications.

But when they were sunning themselves in the skimpiest swimwear to top up their tans, it wasn’t long before Rad looked over at his fit cousin.

“So are you ready then, Cuz? All set for your tie-up challenge?”

Ben stared at Rad. Did he want this? Should he be allowing it? Instinctively he knew that the morphing relationship between his cousins and him would be shifted for ever if he acquiesced.

“What, now? Like this?” gesturing at his skimpy Speedos, in a clumsy attempt at delay.

Rad’s face curved into a mocking grin. “Oh dear, Cuz, all mouth and no action? Chickening out? Brrrrrck, Bck, Bck” as he flapped his elbows imitating a clucking hen.

“Oh c’mon Cuz” pleaded Rick, “Don’t let me down now – my money’s on you, y’know”.

And that little exchange was indicative of how his cousins had recently become so adept at manipulating him. How could Ben pull back now? He’d made his protest; best now to put a brave face on it.

“OK Rad, sure – do your worst!”

Clearly the twins had planned carefully – within seconds they had Ben lying face down on the grass, wrists together palm to palm behind his back, Rick wrapping a cord round them several times before winding a strand between them to lock the coils in place. Simultaneously Rad was tying a rope round his left upper arm between the deltoid and bicep, then tugging it across tight to his right arm. The idea that it was only Rad doing the tying seemed to have melted away – both twins were all over him trussing him tight.

To the overwhelmed Ben, it seemed no time at all before his arms were tied taut behind his back at biceps, elbows, forearms and wrists, while his legs were similarly immobile at knees and ankles. Every finger had been bound to its opposite number, before the same had been done to his thumbs. His ankles were folded up to meet his thighs, whereupon they were tied to his wrists, so that he was in a tight hogtie. A doubled-up cord had been twisted into a pseudo-ply and was now wrapped tight round his upper body, constricting his pecs. A similar cord ran down his spine, snug into his ass-crack, between his thighs to come up either side of his genitals to tie off again at his neck. A piece of hose was thrust between his teeth and tied back so hard his lips couldn’t meet. Somewhere in the middle of this, Ben had felt the twins were overdoing it, but they had moved so fast that by the time he thought of protesting, the opportunity was gone.

The twins flipped him over back on to a broom handle which they fastened to his shoulders under his armpits. At this point, one item became hugely obtrusive to them all – the skimpy Speedos did nothing whatsoever to hide the large bulge in Ben’s groin which was pushing hard against the elastic waistband of his swimwear. The twins said nothing but Ben, wriggling in his uncomfortable hogtie, found he was unable when looking up at them to meet their gaze, while they spent a few moments checking all was as they wished. Rick adjusted the twisted rope by that swelling groin and, whether by accident or design, that was enough for the bulge to pop out past the waistband, which then held Ben’s erection at its base against his stomach. Then Rick pushed at the twisted cord round Ben’s chest until he managed to “plop” the right nipple out between the two strands of the cord. Ben gasped at the pain – and then gasped again as his throbbing dick told him he liked it! While he was processing that strange message, Rick also popped the left nipple through the cord.

Rick slapped his abs gently. “OK, Tough Guy, you’ve got twenty minutes to get free”, and walked away.

Ben waited a moment while he endeavoured to recover some feeling of normality. Just a few minutes ago, he’d been a tanned jock sunning himself. Now, he was a helpless victim as near naked as made no difference, at the mercy of his two mischievous cousins, sporting an embarrassing erection.

He tried some experimental wriggling. Several things became immediately obvious. He was very tightly bound! All the ropes seemed to connect to each other, so a tug anywhere made the ropes bite everywhere. And that meant that every wriggle made the twisted cords abrade the side of his nipples, and rub past his throbbing dick.

After a good time writhing in his bondage, something else became obvious to Ben. Whether he had twenty minutes or two hundred, he was not going to escape! The twins had done their work well; there were no knots within reach of his fingers, which in any case had been so immobilised that it probably wouldn’t have made any difference.

In addition, the erotic stimulation in the sunshine was removing his ability to think clearly – when he lifted his head, Ben could see pre-cum already drooling slowly out of his piss-slit onto his ribbed abs. He twisted again – and moaned from the pleasure-frustration messages that his abraded nipples and dick were sending to his by now addling brain. At the same time, the severe hogtie was beginning to hurt. He needed to escape.

Above all, he needed to cum.

******* 

He shut his eyes in an attempt to calm down.

He writhed again – and moaned.

He shut his eyes again.

He writhed again – and moaned.

Ben wondered how long it had been since the twins had put him in this so-vulnerable situation. For the hundredth time that morning, Ben writhed on the grass, moaning with desire and frustration.

******* 

Silently, Rad looked at him, a ruler in his hand. There was no doubt that Ben looked the hottest he’d ever been. The hurt of the hogtie was putting his muscles under strain – Rad could see the long lean muscles on his thighs quivering in an attempt to prevent more pulling on his wrists. Perspiration was puddling in the hollows of his trembling abs and running off his lithe limbs. His goodlooking face was contorted in confused anguish, betraying his struggle to process the mixed messages hammering at his brain.

The noise of Rad sitting down made Ben turn his head to look at him, drool dripping out of his forced-open mouth.

“Well, Tough Guy” (and never had the term sounded so mocking!) “you’ve had your twenty minutes, but you’ve failed to escape. That means you’re still our Prisoner.”

Ben looked puzzled. What the fuck did that mean? Weren’t they going to let him go?

As if Rad could read his mind, he went on “So, until you manage to escape one of our tie-up challenges, you remain our Prisoner, and we are your Warders, so you have to obey all our orders. I’ll untie you now, providing you agree to those terms. Nod yes if you accept.”

Ben felt as though he was in an impossible situation. Gagged as he was, he was completely unable to negotiate, merely able to indicate a “yes” or a “no”. And he knew what would happen if he said “no” – they’d just leave him tied up – he’d experienced their machinations before!

Wearily he nodded “yes”, and then moaned again as the ropes rubbed at his erogenous zones.

“Oh yeah” said Rad, “We haven’t talked about how much you’re enjoying this, have we?”

With the ruler, he tapped Ben on his throbbing erection; Ben’s reaction was wholly disproportionate to the small tap; he surged, he writhed, he gurgled behind his gag.

“I think you ought to tell me that tying you up excites you”. Tap tap.

Ben gasps for breath. He-is-so-close-to-cumming.

Rad strokes the ruler along the length of the pulsating shaft. Ben writhes again and mews in the back of his throat.

Rad gives a harder slap to the dick-head, with a corresponding heave of Ben’s writhing sweating torso. “I’m waiting for you to tell me that you get a hard-on from being tied up.”

Ben pleads with his eyes. How could a macho jock possibly admit to that?! Besides, it isn’t true, is it?? Surely it’s just the complete bizarre situation that is making him so excited?

Tap … stroke … slap. Ben shuts his eyes, moans and writhes.

Rad reaches forward and gives each of the pinched nipples a little smack-smack with the ruler. Ben’s lithe body jolts again. Oh-please-let-me-cum!

“I’m waiting, Ben”.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap. More groans.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap. Muscles writhing, throat moaning.

“OK Ben, I gave you your chance. I’m gonna leave you for ten minutes (desperate head-shaking no-no-no!) ten minutes, I said, then I want the truth from you”.

And that was it – Rad was gone!

Ben slumped in frustration, the ropes biting into his limbs. Ten minutes! And he’s desperate to cum!

Scrabbling with his helpless fingers he manages to hook his tied thumbs inside the twisted rope that’s rubbing against his groin. He tugs it, and his dick tells him how much he likes it! He pumps his groin upward as much as he can with his limited movement and tugs again. Oh yes! Can I cum this way, perhaps?! Pump tug. Tug pump. I-am-so-close!

But after a few minutes of this … not-close-enough! Ben moans and pumps harder, tugs harder. This is a real effort in his restricted bondage, and his supple torso is running with sweat, he’s gasping for breath – but-he-is-so-close!

******* 

Finally, Rad returns, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of the muscles jumping and clenching under the sweating skin, and the desperation on the goodlooking face. The ruler comes into play once more.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap…

I-am-so-close-please-let-me-cum!

“Ben, you’ll remember you need to tell me the truth. I want you to tell me that you get a hard-on from being tied up.”

Pleading eyes.

Rad shakes his head.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap.

“Last chance, Ben – tell me the truth!”

Ben closes his eyes in defeat, and reluctantly dips his head.

“OK – this is going in the right direction, but I want a clear and definite yes from you. I’m gonna ask the question one more time, and I want an unequivocal, enthusiastic response. If I don’t get that, I’m gonna leave you for another half-hour.” No-no-no-no!

Tap stroke smack-smack slap.

Tap stroke smack-smack slap.

“Ben, do you get a hard-on from being tied up.”

Ben grunted hard and nodded his head vigorously up and down several times.

Rad grinned and pointed across Ben to the side of the garden. There, mostly hidden behind a bush, was Rick filming the whole exchange on his phone! Simultaneously, Rad gave some additional force to the ruler.

TAP stroooooke SMACK-SMACK SLAP.

TAP stroooooke SMACK-SMACK SLAP.

Ben’s eyes widened at the horrific thought that all this had been recorded. But one or more of these stimuli was enough finally to push him over the edge. Was it the humiliation? The ruler smacks? The bondage? The helplessness? The ropes rubbing at his groin and nipples? Certainly Ben didn’t know. All he could feel, as he whimpered and mewed, was a powerful orgasm boiling out of his erect dick, gushing ropes of cum all up his abs and pecs, spurt after spurt, as the ruler kept tapping and slapping.

******* 

As Ben started taking proper notice of his surroundings again, he felt his gag undone, the broom-handle being removed, being flipped on his front, and ropes round ankles and knees loosened.

“Water” he croaked, “please, water”. As Rad continued untying him, Rick brought back a bowl of water. In his thirst, Ben thought nothing of lapping at the bowl while still lying on his front, his cum squishing between his torso and the grass. Mentally, emotionally, and physically drained, Ben – once his aching limbs were free of all restrictions – fell asleep, right where he lay.

******* 

Ben slept for two hours solid – testament to the trauma he’d suffered. On waking, he took a few minutes to orient himself to the unusual surroundings – and then flushed as memories flooded back. He pushed himself up on still aching arms – noticing that his Speedos had gone. Ben scanned the area; no sign – but he heard the twins splashing around in the pool so headed for them, naked as he was.

As he approached, though, his pace slowed. He felt somehow shy, diffident – with these two cousins he’d known and led all his life! This morning, though, they’d just manipulated him, mistreated him, humiliated him; but he’d had one of the most powerful orgasms of his young life. How did he feel? He didn’t know – but his cock did; already the pumping blood was causing it to rise from its pubic nest.

“Ben, hi! How’re you feeling?”

“Er OK, I guess, thanks, Rad – but I can’t find my Speedos – have you got them?”

Rad rested his chin on his arms on the side of the pool. “Well, that’s ‘cos you don’t need them, Ben. From now on, you go naked. Remember? You failed the tie-up challenge, so you stay our Prisoner until you succeed the next.”

Ben flushed and stared open-mouthed. “B-b-but I feel…” He gestured helplessly, flapping his hands at his nakedness.

“You feel – vulnerable? Humiliated? Helpless? Good! That’s how prisoners are meant to feel. P’rhaps that’ll help you get into the role. And” Rad gestured at Ben’s swelling dick “it doesn’t look as you dislike it as much as you’re saying,” he concluded dryly.

“Oh, fuck” Ben said despairingly, and then managed a weak supplicatory grin. “Mind if I skinny-dip?”

Somehow in the pool, his nakedness didn’t feel so bad – they’d all skinny-dipped before, for instance – and the horseplay was very much as before, although this time it was always the twins on him two-on-one, and very physical.

But after the pool, when the twins were drying off and putting on shorts – that’s when Ben felt very strange. He tried again. “Guys, listen don’t you think –”

Rad cut him off impatiently. “Don’t keep on, Ben; we’ve told you what’s happening and why – just suck it up, ‘K?” The twins led into the house and they got a snack lunch together to eat by the pool, so it wasn’t as bad as it might have been. Ben was having trouble with his dick developing a mind of its own, erecting and deflating by turns – noted and mocked by the twins.

Ben was worried about one aspect of all this which he felt he had to raise. “Er, guys, you were filming at the end, right? That’s not on – I’m telling you you have to delete that stuff right now.”

Rad frowned. “Listen, Ben, I don’t think you’re in a position to lay down the law. I keep saying, you’re the Prisoner and we’re the Warders – and you agreed to obey all our orders. So shut the fuck up telling us what to do.”

Ben felt sick in his stomach. As he had feared, accepting the tie-up challenge had tipped the relationship with his cousins beyond recovery – but he hadn’t anticipated it would be as bad as this. (Particularly ironic, considering both sets of parents had left Ben “in charge” while they were away!)

“Listen, guys” he pleaded, “At least promise me the clip won’t go beyond the three of us?”

“That will very much depend on how good a Prisoner you are” Rad said forcefully. He jabbed a finger into Ben’s muscled pec. “Which is it to be, Ben? A badly-behaved prisoner and we make the clip go viral, or a well-behaved one who follows our orders? So definitely no promises – look on it as an incentive to keep you in line.”

Keep you in line! Control was passing so fast into the twins’ hands that Ben felt scared and breathless. One thing he did know, and that was there was no way he could allow that clip to be passed on – anything but that!

Ordinarily he would have brushed away that impudent finger jabbing his pec, but these circumstances urged caution. Trying to make a joke of it he said, grinning weakly,

“Hey I’m always perfectly behaved, so of course a perfectly behaved prisoner I will be!”

Ben bowed his head and crossed his wrists in front of him in mock submission – but hurriedly desisted when he felt his dick erecting again for some reason!

******* 

Eventually everything tidied up and put away, Ben assumed they were heading for the pool again but, once outside –

“OK, there’s several things to do; Ben, you’re mowing the grass.”

Ben stared unbelievingly at Rad.

“What the fuck? You mean, I’m doing your fucking chores now? Don’t you think that’s taking things a little bit far, Rad?”

Rad smiled grimly. “Huh, ‘perfectly behaved prisoner’, yeah? Some hopes! Listen, Ben, you made a promise – are you gonna to honour that promise, or wimp out?”

Well of course jocks never “wimp out”, so after a moment of staring back, Ben stamped off down the garden to get out the mower. A few minutes later, yanked the starter savagely, and running the mower over the (admittedly a bit long) grass.

As time passed, the twins enjoyed a cold iced drink, enhanced by the sight of their older cousin doing their chores. Ben’s muscles were showing well in the warm afternoon sun, glistening as he worked naked on their lawn, working to their orders.

******* 

A sudden interruption in plump round tones.

“Hello, dear boys – I’m so sorry to burst in on you unannounced but I couldn’t help seeing through a gap in the hedge and wondered what was happening.”

Well, if there was a gap in the hedge, it must have been minute, and it must be perfectly obvious what was happening, but the twins nevertheless greeted their neighbour politely, upon which Rick ambled down the garden to find Ben who seemed to have disappeared.

He was discovered hiding by the compost bins with the grass box.

“Rick, who the fuck is that?”

Rick laughed. “Oh that’s just our pervy next-door neighbour, ol’ Peebles. He always gets an eyeful of us if he can, and he’s obviously peeked through the hedge, seen you, and come over to get a better look.”

Ben stared, horrified. “For fuck’s sake! Get me some shorts or something, would you? I’m not coming out from here prancing naked over your grass to allow some perv to get his rocks off!”

“I’m afraid, Ben, you haven’t a choice,” said Rick gently. “Don’t worry about it – he’ll be ogling us just as much as you, and we’ve gotten used to it. And if you don’t come back, Rad and Peebles will come down here to find you, and then you’ll be providing a close-up view.”

Ben ground his teeth, pounded a fist into a palm, snatched the grass box and stamped back to the mower. As he ran the mower up and down – not bothering whether or not he was doing a good job – he cast sulky resentful glances at the trio relaxing by the pool while he was sweating. What made it worse was that, from the way they were looking, they were talking about him as well.

******* 

If Clive Peebles had known how the day would turn out, he would have got up at dawn – or earlier.

It was always a pleasure for him nowadays living next to the twins – for instance, if he peeked out of a corner of the bedroom window, he could see their lithe runners’ bodies splashing in the pool or sunning themselves poolside. They were often playing games on the grass in shorts or swimwear, and he ensured that the dividing hedge was cut low enough that he could see most of their garden from his upstairs windows.

But this week they’d been joined by a clearly very sexy jock-boy who, if possible, looked even better in scanty wear. And today. Today! For some reason this lad was prancing around naked while cutting the grass.

Hurriedly he changed into something presentable and rushed round to the side-gate. He paused – no point arriving hot and flustered – ‘play it cool, Clive, play it cool’. So after a few deep breaths he unlatched the gate to go through.

“Hello, dear boys…”

 *******

Not only was Clive Peebles enjoying himself immensely watching the lovely body of the young jock cutting the grass, the afternoon sun glancing off his muscles in a most entrancing manner, it soon became clear that the twins could benefit from his wise advice, to the mutual benefit of all. Although Rad and Rick had succeeded in imposing their will on Ben to some extent, his sulky scowls in their direction and his deliberately careless mowing were obvious signals that he was very far from accepting his plight, and could easily rebel.

Clive talked with the twins sensibly, helpfully, convincingly.

Once he saw that the twins had been impressed with his proffered help and advice, he decided regretfully it was time to go. Just one last look – the leg muscles bunching just above the knees, the pecs and abs clenching as Ben pushed the mower – a delight! Ah, but even better when he turned to go back down – the strong V of his shoulders, the long sinews of his thighs working in co-ordination with his pert butt muscles – ‘poetry in motion’ proved to be a wholly inadequate description of the powerful youthful eroticism on glorious show. Ah well, patience, more to come soon!

To be continued...