Ben was still annoyed after he’d finished the lawn (albeit to a very poor standard) but at least, he noticed, the neighbour had left. As he was putting the mower away, Rick said in friendly tones that they were going to do a bit of a workout in the shed and did he want to come. Ben was tempted to snap back, but of course he enjoyed working out, and perhaps the feeling that they were all going to participate in an activity where his superiority was unquestioned led to his relatively enthusiastic acceptance.

Certainly it felt good to work out his aggression on the workout machines they had in the shed – he’d show these twins who was boss! While Ben piled on weights to push himself harder, the twins tended to prefer cardio-vascular exercises, with more repetitions and less weight. After a good hour, they had all built up a good sweat which they then washed off by hosing themselves down on the grass, with the normal horseplay one would expect from energetic fun-loving teens – the only incongruous note being Ben’s complete nudity.

Only after supper did anything unusual occur. “OK, Ben” said Rad briskly, “I expect you’d like a chance to escape from your prisoner status by succeeding with another tie-up challenge – kneel up on this, would you?” indicating the coffee table, which had a couple of towels on top. The table was about six feet from the wall, facing a large mirror.

Again, the twins worked very quickly, co-ordinating their activities well, so that it wasn’t long before Ben was knees-wide-splayed on the table, tied off to the corners, his forearms folded together horizontally behind his back, rope tied and wrapped round them, another rope running tight from just below bicep on his left arm to the equivalent on his right, the back of each wrist tied tight to his opposite elbow. A rubber ball had been squeezed into his mouth, with a struggle to get it in past his teeth, held in place with a rag knotted behind his head. To complete the picture, a superfluous seemingly-irrelevant addition – a clothes peg on each nipple.

“OK, Ben,” said Rad, “Same as before – you’ve got twenty minutes to escape from being our prisoner.”

Ben experimented with some tugs against his bonds. As might be expected, there was very little give, and his questing fingers couldn’t currently find any knots within reach. It wasn’t long, though, before he encountered some problems. He was kneeling on a couple of towels, and his knees were splayed wide. There was a tendency for his knees to skid further out under his weight, threatening to give him “the splits”, and to counteract this he had to contract his inner thighs, putting them under strain.

Another problem – if you could call it that – was that he was embarrassingly erect; to the extent that a bead of pre-cum had already gathered at his piss-slit. The clothes pegs were on the very tips of his nipples and tended to bounce at his slightest movement which, whilst hurting, nevertheless appeared to send an erotic message to his dick, since it twitched with every bob of the pegs. Ben flushed with mortification; here was another proof apparently that he liked being tied up!

Ben looked in the mirror – there was something somehow very erotic looking at himself like this!

A sudden thought occurred and he looked round – sure enough, Rick was recording this session as well. Ben shook his head in disapproval at his cousin but realised that, far from this sending a message to desist (how could he enforce it, after all?), it was providing further evidence for his discomfiture. He shut his eyes and groaned.

For Rick, it was all good theatre. From Ben’s emotional problems down to the simple physicality of the straining muscles and the bobbing erection, Rick made sure he was filming it all. As the minutes ticked by, Ben’s helplessness was all too apparent – to the point where he gave up trying to find an escape-route, and concentrated on managing the strenuous bondage.

And yet his dick loved it! Precum was drooling from the tip now, and every time he looked down, saliva dribbled from his gagged mouth onto the base of his erection.

Ben’s straining torso was beginning to generate perspiration in beads on his skin. His inner thighs were quivering in their attempt to prevent his knees slipping further outwards. It was a magnificent sight – if one enjoyed a young jock working under strain and stress. Certainly the twins did!

Ben welcomed Rad’s return with relief.

“Well, Ben, you haven’t escaped. That means you’re still our prisoner, right?”

Reluctantly Ben grunted and dipped his head a little.

“See, Ben,” continued Rad, “We had a great conversation with Peebles from next door. We explained the problem that you didn’t seem to be accepting your role sometimes, and he gave us some great pieces of advice. So, the first thing we need from you is a genuine yes if you mean yes. If I ask you a question, I wanna see a definite indication of agreement from you. Let’s see that now – give me a “yes”.”

Ben would have ground his teeth if not prevented by the rubber ball, but dipped his head a little more.

***** 

It took several more goes, and Rad leaving him on one occasion for five minutes, before Ben gave in and produced a solid forward jerk of his head.

“OK, we’re gettin’ somewhere at last. I’m gonna explain how things are gonna be, and you will give me a solid ‘yes’, each time I pause. Got that?”

Ben gave the required nod, but somewhat nervously. Where was this going to go? His concentration slackened, his knees slipped outwards, he winced from the pain in his groin, he sweated as his inner thighs worked to bring him back to an uneasy equilibrium.

Rad continued his explanation. The twins accepted, he said, that there was some confusion in that sometimes the three of them were mucking about, whilst at others Ben was required to obey their orders absolutely. So from now on, whenever the twins wanted an order obeyed without question, they would address him as ‘Benny’ (Ben growled – he hated being called Benny), and those orders had to be obeyed without hesitation, or complaint or questioning.

Ben had trouble with that one, so Rad vanished for another five minutes, leaving him struggling and sweating to hold his position – he gave his nod ‘yes’ unhesitatingly on Rad’s return!

Rad explained that Ben would be punished whenever they felt it was right to do so, which he needed to understand and accept. Ben’s eyes widened nervously at that, but didn’t dare withhold his ‘yes’ – his thighs were quivering with strain!

Rad told him that he had no choice or say about what he had to do. For instance, he was going next door tomorrow morning to cut Mr Peebles’ grass, and he was going to do it without sulking. Ben growled, but hurriedly gave his nod when Rad looked as though he were going to leave again.

“Furthermore, Ben, you remember how desperate you were about the vid clip, and we gave you the choice badly-behaved and viral, or well-behaved – you promised to be perfectly behaved. Well, you know your behaviour cutting the grass was certainly not perfect, so…”

Ben’s eyes widened, pleaded, he whimpered in his throat no-no-no.

“We’re not gonna make the clips viral, but we are gonna make them available to private streaming, non-downloadable – Peebles has told us how.”

Ben was still whimpering – and then moaned as his knees slipped outward again.

“So, Ben, you promised before to be perfectly behaved – do we make the clips viral, or are you going to make the promise again – and keep it this time?”

Ben nodded vigorously yes-yes-yes-I’ll be perfectly behaved-please-please-please.

Satisfied, Rad and Rick quickly tied a rope from knee to knee to take the strain off Ben’s thighs, then disappeared for a while, leaving him to calm down. Gradually his breathing slowed to normal, and he closed his eyes as he tried to process all the weird things that had happened to him today.

******* 

A noise in front of him. Rick. Hands extended to hold his face gently to look into Rick’s eyes.

“You’re looking good, Tough Guy,” Rick whispered. “See, Ben, I’ve been talking with Rad and wondering whether we should cut you some slack. I’ve just made a bet with him. He reckons he can make you cry from handspanking you. Well, a tough rugby player like you is never gonna cry from just a handspank, are you, so I’ve bet him that no tears from you, and the vid clips stay between us, ‘K?”

Ben nodded gratefully – wow, something going his way at last! A few handspanks – what’s the problem with that?!

“OK, Rad, do your worst!”

Well, Ben wouldn’t quite have put it like that, but any chance of preventing those clips going anywhere was worth this.

“OK, Ben,” said Rad. “No tears, no clips – tears, and the clips are streamed.”

A pause, then – spank!

Ben’s eyes widened. It didn’t exactly hurt – a bit of a sting rather than anything else – but the feeling was weird! Of course in the changing rooms there was always horseplay – spanks on the ass were common, naturally, and wet towel-flicks and other manifestations of jock roughhousing.

But this was different! In the changing rooms it was give-and-take, an equality – here, his younger cousin was able to spank him with impunity.

Spank!

Ben swallowed. Of course he’d never cry from this, but the emotional impact was overwhelming.

Spank!

Looking in the mirror Ben saw his abs clenching as he absorbed the blow. And then…

Spank!

And then Ben noticed something else. Noticed? It was starkly obvious! He was throbbingly erect and his dick was bouncing up and down simultaneously with the pegs on his nips. This was crazy!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

His buttocks were stinging a little now, but far worse was the sight of the precum beading at the head of his cock. It looked as though he was enjoying this! Ridiculous! No self-respecting jock would enjoy being spanked!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

It was beginning to hurt now – but his erection was still bobbing vigorously. He-so-wanted-to-cum!

After some more spanking, Ben wasn’t so complacent about toughing it out. He wasn’t going to cry – of course – but this was hurting! Rad was a good tennis-player, and he was clearly making good use of his serving arm – he was hitting hard now!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

From somewhere came a whimpering sound – then Ben realised it came involuntarily from his own throat. His body was telling him he wanted this to stop – his dick was telling him he wanted it even more to continue.

A stalactite of precum was swinging to and fro as his body absorbed the spanks, which were getting ever harder.

Some growling in his throat, which he realised would be coming out (if it weren’t for the rubber ball) as “please-let-me-cum-oh-please-let-me-cum”.

Rad reached in front of Ben with a ruler and gently tapped his erection upwards – to an accompanying groan-whimper.

“So, Ben, you’ve found out something else, haven’t you? Earlier on we discovered you get a hardon from being tied up – now we know you get a hardon from being spanked!”

Ben tried to shake his head, to deny the obvious evidence to the contrary. Rad undid the rope between Ben’s knees, who yelped as they slid outwards on the towels. His breath gasped as he worked his aching inner thighs to drag them in again.

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Tap with the ruler.

Ben’s knees are constantly quivering as the spanking and tapping are sapping his concentration to keep his thighs working.

“Ben, I want an honest answer from you.” Rad’s voice harder now. “Just accept the obvious. You get a hardon from being spanked!”

Ben whimpered, pleading in his throat, please-don’t-make-me-say-it-please-don’t while:

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Tap with the ruler.

“Ben! Ben! This goes on until you tell the truth! Answer me!”

Rad increased the tempo of his spanks and ruler-taps, whilst simultaneously exhorting Ben to tell the truth until finally the exhausted jock nods his head frantically up and down.

“You get excited from being tied up?”

Nod yes!

“You get excited from being spanked?”

Nod yes!

“Being spanked turns you on?”

Nod yes!

“You like being spanked?”

Nod yes!

And more from the realisation of what he was admitting rather than the pain, finally tears of mortified humiliation and hurt were running down Ben’s face.

Rick continued filming with his phone while Rad untied Ben, removed his ball-gag, allowing the crying jock to wipe the tears and snot from his face with one hand while supporting his sagging weight with the other.

“I think he’d better spend the night with us, Rad” said Rick quietly, and Rad nodded his agreement.

******* 

Bizarrely, the twins slept in a double bed, and refreshed from a shower all three were spooned naked together in it, Ben forming the meat in the sandwich. He had his arm round Rad while likewise Rick’s lay protectingly over him; the calm intimacy reassured him after the day’s traumas.

Indeed, after a little while he had the courage to murmur,

“Guys, why are you doing this to me?”

Rad squeezed the sinewy forearm comfortingly.

“Hey, no sweat, Cuz. Just think for a moment – most of that time you were achingly hard. You might be thinking you weren’t enjoying it, but your dick was telling you something else!”

Similarly, Rick hugged him.

“If you’re honest with yourself, being tied up, being spanked, being told what to do without any choice about it – think about it – you’re excited by it!”

Rad laughed, feeling a growing tumescence against his butt.

“Yeah, he’s excited all right!”

Ben laughed sheepishly. He wished he had the extravert lack of inhibition possessed by his cousins, but for some reason he didn’t have their confidence.

Rick hugged him again.

“Lemme give you a bit of advice, Cuz. You don’t have any choice about this, so it’s not your responsibility. Just let everything go, go with the flow – and enjoy it!”

Ben snuggled up between them.

“Looks as though I don’t have any choice about this, do I, guys? You bastards!” he laughed.

Rad snorted.

“Yeah, that’s us, Ben – and don’t forget we can be real bastards if you don’t do what we tell you!”

Ben thought about that for a moment. Now, why was that thought exciting despite being scary?

But these twins were sharp – Rad laughed again when he felt Ben’s erection nudging up behind him again.

“Hey, Cuz, get some sleep – you’ve got a busy day tomorrow!”

“Yes, Sir” said Ben, half sarcastically, half seriously, before settling down.

To be continued...