From: tantalus <tantalus@mailmasher.com>
Subject: STORY: The Prisoner
Date: Mon, 11 Nov 1996 07:13:27 -0500

WARNING: The following work of the imagination is
intended for the mature literary enjoyment of adult
readers. Minors should not read this material.
Whatever the factual basis for this story, it is
primarily imaginary and for the purposes of examining
alternative lifestyles and experiences. It is sexual
anthropology intended for the thoughtful reading of
adults only.

THE PRISONER

BY

Sean de Roche

Once when I was fourteen my parents insisted (over my
objections) that I babysit their best friends' boys
who were twelve and ten -- much too young for a cool guy
like me to have anything to do with. They were going
to some meeting or something where they'd be gone for
a weekend. Finally I relented (as if I had any choice)
and solaced myself with the $25 I was going to earn.
	That night the guys got bored with television and
started acting up and wrestling around. Pretty soon we
were all in a big pile on the floor and between the
two of them they managed to get me pinned pretty well.
They were both strong, well-built kids and even though
I was bigger, if they worked together, they could
usually pin me. That's when the younger one said
<Let's tie him up!> <Yeah! Great idea!> the older one
said. Now this is where it gets weird: in order to tie
me up, one of them had to go and find some rope. That
meant there would only be one of them holding me down
and I wouldn't have any trouble getting away. Sure
enough, the younger one ran off for rope, leaving the
twelve-year-old sitting on my chest with his knees on
my arms. Like I said, he was a strong kid, but it
would have been easy for to flip him off me. But for
some weird reason I still can't figure out I didn't do
it. I just lay there and pretended to struggle a
little. In just a few seconds Donny was back with a
whole handful of clothesline and the two of them
flipped me over on my stomach and grabbed my arms and
made me cross my wrists behind me. Again I struggled a
little bit but not enough to keep them from doing what
they wanted with me. They tied my hands real tight and
then flipped me over on my back and this time it was
the younger one that sat on my chest. <Now we're in
charge!> he said and pinched each cheek like people
sometimes do to little kids. <Coochy, coochy,coo!> he
teased. <What do you think we should do to him?> he
asked Mike, his older brother. Mike said, <We could
keep him tied up for a long time. Even when we go to
bed.> Donny seemed to think for a few seconds and then
said <Nah, I got a better idea. Let's torture him!>
	Now here I have to try to explain something. I
had gotten the strangest feeling when we were
wrestling and they had pinned me down. It was a
feeling of great contentment and happiness I guess I
would have to say. Just a feeling of rightness, I
suppose you could call it. And when Mike was holding
me down while Donny went for the ropes I felt the same
way, too. But once I was tied and truly helpless the
feeling became even stronger. It was a sort of tingle
in my chest and belly. Hard to describe it, but it
felt really good to me: deeply pleasing and almost
hypnotic and when Donny said what he did while he was
sitting on me that thrill went through me like an
electric shock. I know this sounds strange, but it was
so exciting to be completely helpless like I was and
not be able to keep them from doing whatever they
wanted to me. It was scarey, too, but I guess that was
a part of the thrill I felt.
	Donny unbuttoned my shirt and Mike brought a tray
of ice cubes from the kitchen and they worked me over
with the ice from my neck down to my belly button.
Then Donny (he seemed to be the one with all the
ideas) said <Let's take his pants off!> Remember that
they hadn't tied my legs yet and I had wanted to I
probably could have kept them from depantsing me, but
instead of struggling I even lifted my butt up to help
them to ease my jeans off! They continued withtheir
ice play up and down my bare legs and on the bottoms
of my feet, too. After a while Donny got up on me
again and sat astride my hips and began to give me a
sort of massage on my chest and belly where I was all
wet from the ice. And then's when it happened.
	After a couple of minutes Donny felt it under his
butt and said to Mike, <Hey! He's got a boner!> and
Mike said <No kidding!> I was very embarrassed because
in my family stuff like that was never discussed. But
these guys didn't seem to have any problem with it at
all! Donny scrambled off me and they inspected my
erection, still in the confines of my underpants, and
then Donny said <I know! We could play with him and
see if we can make him squirt!> and Mike said <Gosh,
do you think we should?> <Sure,> Donny said <it'll be
great! Let's fold out the bed and put him on it!>
	They had a big old couch in the family room,
where we were, that folded out to make a double bed
and they unfolded it and got me up onto it and made me
lie on my back on my tied hands. Once again I barely
struggled as Mike sat on me while Donny slipped my
undershorts down my legs and off. I remember I felt a
rush of pride when Donny said <Oooo, it's a nice one!>
just as my hard-on bounced free. Donny spread my legs
wide apart and tied each ankle to the corners of the
heavy metal frame of the bed. Then they made me sit up
and untied my hands. They pushed me back on my back
and stretched my arms out to the corners of the bed at
the top and tied my wrists to the frame. I was now
completely naked and securely spread-eagled to the
bed. The knots were real and they had stretched me out
so that I could feel the tension in my legs and arms
and chest and belly. I cold raise my head and look
down across my belly and see my boner pointing up at
me. <Who's gonna do it?> Mike asked. <We both will,>
Donny said and added <Go get some stuff.> Mike ran out
of the room. Donny got up on the bed next to me and
ran a finger over the tight muscles of my abdomen.
<This is gonna be so great!> he said, and put his hand
on my boner, made a little fist around it and squeezed
gently. Oh, god, but his hand felt good on me: the
first hand other my own that had ever touched my hard
prick.
	Mike came back with what looked like a tube of
toothpaste and said <It was where they always keep
it.> Donny took the tube and squeezed out some of the
stuff onto his hand and I saw that it wasn't
toothpaste at all but some sort of clear stuff. He
reached over and began to put the stuff on my cock.
When I felt his warm slippery fingers close around me
and start their slow, tight up-and-down movement I
arched up off the bed and said something like
<Unnnnh!> and heard them laugh.
	They were both now squatting on either side of me
and seemed very excited by what they were doing to me.
<How far do you think he'll shoot?> Mike asked.
<Further than you, I bet!> said Donny. Mike looked a
little hurt and said <Well, he's a lot older, too.>
Donny was taking long, tight strokes on my lubed shaft
with both hands now, and the pleasure was shooting
through me like nothing I'd ever felt before in my
life. But then he suddenly stopped stroking me and
said <We don't want to go too fast. It would ruin the
torture.>
	They took turns on me then. A few long strokes
and then a long pause. Then another couple of strokes
and another pause. At first I had thought that they
were just going to jerk me off, but that wasn't the
plan. The idea was to torture me by keeping me hard
and giving me just enough strokes to get me almost
there, but always stopping before I could finish.
Donny, despite being the younger of the two, seemed to
be the director, just as he had been all along. Mike,
though, seemed to have the better hands. Donny was
good, too, but Mike always got me closer much quicker
whenever it was his turn and I felt like I was going
to pass out from the feel of his hands on my cock.
	I don't know how long they tortured me like this.
It seemed like a very, very long time, but probably
was not more than an hour. In the end they had an
argument. By this time I was begging and pleading for
them to let me come and Mike said that I had had
enough. But Donny wanted to go on some more. Mike said
it was too cruel and Donny finally gave in.
	Mike did it for me. He gave me long two-handed
strokes while Donny lightly tickled my balls with his
finger tips. When I came I my spunk shot up in a great
arch and some of it landed on my chin. No question but
that it was the greatest orgasm I had ever had up to
that time.
	Before they had let me shoot they had made me
swear that I wouldn't do anything to them in revenge
for what they had done and that I would never tell
anyone what we had done. I was so stiff and sore when
they finally untied me that I could hardly move and I
just lay there for a long time while they resumed
watching TV. I'm not sure, but I think I heard them
playing with themselves, or each other, for a while
before I drifted off to sleep. I remember thinking
that I wasn't going to give nearly as much of an
argument the next time I was asked to babysit these
two torture experts!
	Later that night, actually in the wee hours of
the morning, I gradually woke up to find my arms being
gently pulled up and tied to the bed frame again. I
pretended to be asleep and let it happen. When my
wrists were tied, whoever it was went down and did the
same to my legs. Then I felt someone settling over me
and sitting on my belly. I could tell he was naked by
the touch of his warm, smooth skin against mine. A
dark shape leaned over close to my face and tied a gag
around my mouth. I could tell that it was Donny. He
bent even lower and whispered into my ear. <You got
off easy before. But Mike's asleep in the other room
and you're all mine now!>
	Oh, how that sweet tingle shot through me when I heard him say that!
	I remember I looked at the digital clock next to the bed just as he
got started. It said 2:17. I looked again after he was through and was
untying me. It said 4.56.
	It's funny, but whenever I think of that time with Donny I start to
sweat.

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