Story Code/s: b-solo, b/b, b/g, bond
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Silly Games 1
Chapter1 Duncans Prisoner
Hi, my name is Lloyd and before I start I should tell you something about myself. I am 15 now and have always had an unhealthy interest in bondage games. You know the sort of stuff that happens naturally when you start to play war games and things. Sex, and things, well that was an after thought I suppose, I can't remember thinking about it as part of a plan, it just happened.
It all started when I was about twelve, and I met a new friend called Duncan. He was pretty cool and a year older than me. He moved into the house opposite a few months before and I hadn't really taken much notice of him until he came over one day while I was playing on the front. Well, he introduced himself and asked if we could play and that was that, we hung around together quite a lot after that and I liked him. Sometimes we would be alone and other times we would play around with some of the other boys and girls in the street.
Now behind my house was a wooded area with a lake. Right through the middle went an old derelict railway track. None of us really played near it all because of the lectures our parents gave us about drowning in the lake and all that.
But this one day, a Sunday I think, I was playing one on one with Duncan when he said, "If I get this one in you have got to come to the woods with me".
He took the shot straight away and in it went.
"Why", I said.
"Because I have thought of a great new game we can play on our own".
Sounded good to me and as long as I didn't drown and got back before dinner then fine.
He grabbed his backpack and off we walked around the side of my yard and of to the woods. It took about ten minutes and Duncan just went on ahead deeper and deeper. In the end we came to a clearing and he stopped.
"So, whats this new game then, Duncan".
"Well, I thought we could play war games, you know the sort of stuff where you are the enemy and I have to capture you. Here, we can use sticks as our weapons".
We played a few sessions and most times I was caught first, but a couple of times I beat Duncan to it.
But then Duncan just vanished, I searched every where for him, worried I would get lost going so far from the clearing. Anyway I gave up and decided to wait for him by the clearing. I walked back slowly, dreaming away as you do, totally unaware that Duncan was watching me.
Suddenly from nowhere he hit me in the side, a full blown tackle and down I crashed. He had me pinned down on my front with my face dug into the undergrowth. I could really see him but he had my arms pinned down and sat in the arch of my back. He was heavier and stronger than me so I had no chance really.
I heard him whisper into my ear "I've got you now, haven't I".
His breath was so warm and irregular after running around.
"I think it's time we added some more fun to the game, or I will get bored" he said.
In a flash he pulled my arms up behind my back and I could feel him tying something around my wrists.
"Hey, thats not fair, what are you doing" I shouted. He just laughed though.
Then I felt him turn on top of me and do the same to my ankles.
That was it, I was disabled, well my arms and legs anyway. He hadn't thought about my mouth I thought, so I screamed and shouted as load as I could.
"Shut, up or I have to shut you up".
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Help Help"
"That's it", he said and before I could do anything he was pulling my shoes off.
"Hey, what are you doing"
Next my socks were of and quickly he spun back round and pinched my nose tightly. I opened my mouth to breath and in went both my socks. He then got some tape out of his rucksack and put it across my lips. All I could do was mumble now.
He stood up and put my trainers in his bag. Then he lifted me up by my arm. I had no idea what was going to happen next and I must admit I was getting a little scared but excited at this unexpected twist to our afternoons fun. He shuffled me over to a low hanging branch, a strong one which was about six foot off the ground. Then told me to stand still.
Into his bag he went again and pulled out a long piece of rope, long enough to throw over the branch. It took a few attempts, but eventually he had it over in the right place. He threaded the rope between my wrists and tied it tightly around the cord tying my wrists together. Then he pulled gently on the other end until my wrists began to lift in the air. I had to bend over because of this to let my hands go upward, and when he had me as strentched as far as I could I watched as he tied the end to the bottom of the tree.
He sat down and admired his handy work on a falled log while I worried about what went through his mind and what he was going to do next. I tried to mumble some words at him, but they just amounted to garbage.
After a few minutes he stood up, and ran his hand through my bleached blond hair, the sun of the summer had done it's work on me and I had often been in nothing but my swim shorts in the back yard. Then to my horror he pulled a pen knife out of his bag, I was shit scared I can tell you and he knew it, I thought he had flipped and was going kill me or something.
He came towards me while I tried to wriggle my arms free to no avail and pressed the knife just under my T-shirt and against my back. Tears began to well up and he whispered, "Don't worry it will be fun".
He grabbed the cloth of my T-shirt and ran the very sharp knife upwards cutting through the cloth with ease. Up and across my shoulder to the end of the sleave where it broke loose. Agin he did it on the other side until my T-shirt dropped from my body.
Again he stood back as if unsure what next and to admire what he had done so far, personaly looking back now, he knew what he was doing and had it all planned out maybe weeks before.
As the cooler fresh air hit my body I felt a new sensation: god I was getting a stiffy. Please I repeated in my mind, this can not be happening, what if he sees it.
Then I watched him put the knife away and step towards me, he undid the rope around my ankles and hooked his fingers into the elastic of my shorts and streched them away and down my tanned legs. I just gasped and shut my eyes, he would surely see the tent in my underwear now. The shorts gave no defence and just slid away, he then dragged them under my feet and put them in his bag.
Please I begged, into my gag, but he never wanted to hear anything. He brushed his hand across the fine coat of fur on my leg and up to my rounded cheeks. Then he slid his hand over them and slid my underpants down. He hadn't niticed yet, but my stiffie hit my stomach underneath. Slowly he slid them down and pulled my only dignity away from me.
I felt embarrased, betrayed, ashamed, cold, but above all else strangly excited at being in this position at someone elses mercy showing him everything I held most secret.
Then he knelt down and saw my most precious item, with a smile he said "I knew you would enjoy this, and I have only started".
I had heard about blow jobs and masturbation, but I hadn't really done anything more than play with myself when I sat in my room changing. When Duncan touched his finger to my hole it sent a shock wave through my entire body and I moved sharply away from his finger.
He then went to the bottom of the tree and released the rope holding my hands lowering me just enough to stand up right. Once he was done he came back to me and wrapped his fingers around my now rock 4" cock. It was fantastic and I had never let anyone do it before. Slowly he moved his hand up and down my shaft pinching my purple head between his fingers asit emerged from my foreskin. I closed my eyes as I entered ectasy, his rythm so smooth and deliberate. I bucked my body to get more from his fingers and he knew he had me exactly where he wanted me.
Then just as things were starting to build up inside me he stopped and whispered to me "Oh, not yet Lloyd". I had no idea what he meant, I just knew I wanted him to carry on. But he just sat down on his log and looked at me, leaving me stood their as hard as a rock.
A while passed I couldn't tell you how long, but my raging hard on started to subside and that seemed the signal for him to continue. He again began his attack on my precious organ, playing it wildly in the wind. I again closed my eyes, but this time he had thought of another idea and once I was rock hard he stopped. I opened my eyes to see him pull out a small piece of cord, which he then proceed to wrap around the base of by cock and balls tightly.
This had the effect he wanted and my penis just got harder still, once he was happy he very gettly tickled that most sensitive area under my glans. It took a few seconds to work, but I went wild, I reached that point where I should have shot my wad everywhere, but nothing came out, instead I stayed maxed out writhing on the spot, my legs giving way under the strain.
Then he stopped again, "Oh god I mumbled, let me shoot", of course he could not have heard me but he must have known what I was saying. Then he undid the cord from my organs and closed his lips around my engorged cock. In a split second I exploded as his tongue hit my slit.
He realeased me when he had drained me dry and not much was said, I was to exhuasted and he just took charge telling em to get my clothes on. I had to tell my mum when I got home that I had just lost my T-shirt, and she just shouted at me a bit but I really didn't care, what a day!
That night I laid awake just remebering the fantastic experiences I had learned about and thinking about how I could do them again, would this be our new game for the remainder of the summer.
Chapter 2 Learning Bondage and the Tools
Well, I woke up the next morning and lay in bed having decided that I was going to try things out with Duncan again, but this time I was going to capture him and take charge. But before I did I wanted to prepare and learn what I could, that meant I would need to pick a spot, prepare some tools for our games, get cord and rope and think up a plan or torture where I could experiment with Duncan.
I had to avoid Duncan for a week or so, which was not to hard as he didn't seem to be around much. When he was I just ducked out of sight quickly or didn't go outside.
First I emptied my school bag and raided the garage for rope and cord. I found some lenghths of chain which I dicided would come in usefull and look more forceful. I also wanted to have some toys of torture, and had to work out ways to do my tortures, one I had already learned from Duncan was to prolong the enevitable orgasm.
I threw a few other miscallaneous items into the bag, straws, elastic bands, some feathers, and a few larger items, including a few baloons which I wanted to try sealing onto the end of my dick (a condom I suppose, although I had no idea what one was). I also packed rashoins for my day in the woods, and of I set. I decided to go close to the lake to be sure that no one would stumble across me and deep into the undergrowth. So deep in fact that I had to make my own clearing which took a couple of hours hard work.
As I worked I decided that it would be fun and cooler to strip off, so I did exposing my flesh to the cool fresh air and dappled sunlight.
"At last" I said to myself, standing to look at my work, a clear area around the base of a tree with suitable branches above. It was so close to the edge of the lake that I would have easy access to water and I had made a small seat for me to survey my prey at the edge.
Excitedly I set to work, trying various positions and seeing which were the most exciting. I never even touched my cock and it went rock hard as I experimented. Then I tried some pethetic things with the objects in my bag, but never really figured out anything really good. After a while I decided to try and tie myself to the tree, but in a way I could obviously get loose, of course this meant some of the excitement was lost but I didn't realise that at the time.
Tying my ankles using a piece of rope passed behind the tree was the easy bit and was good because as I stood up it forced my groin forward and pressed my crack against the tree. This felt good and so I set to work on my wrists. To provide my escape I used a bow in the knot around my first wrist, then I threw the other end of the rope around the tree and caught it with my free hand. I then had to fumble reaching around the tree trunk to tie the rope around my second wrist. After much straining and fumbling I achieved it and pulled hard on my bindings, pleased with my work. Of course now I wanted to get to my dick, but that was impossible, so I felt frustrated.
In my deep concentration and while struggling to get my second wrist tied, I had obviously made enough noise to draw some attention. I froze as I heard a stick break and voices approaching me through the undergrowth. Suddenly from right in front of me two girls emerged shocked and giggling, one was about 9, but the other was older about 13. I felt the heat in my face rise as I blushed more than I had ever done before.
Then I remembered the bow, and reached with my fingers to pull it. The older girl must have realised I was up to something and darted behind the tree grabbing my fingers. She then proceeded to tightly knot the bow so that I had no escape.
"Well, what have we here she said".
"Please, let me go, untie me".
"Who did this to you".
"Oh, I stammered a bigger boy".
"So he left the bow in the rope, or perhaps you did all this yourself, is this your bag"
She looked inside, "No don't do that", I said.
"Why, it's yours isn't it" as she grinned to her friend.
"Wow, Lucy, he has tied himself up, what should we do, tell his mum", the younger girl said.
"No, Please don't" I blurted out.
"Um, OK, but I think we are going to have some fun first with you, what do you say Emma" Lucy said.
"Oh yes, what fun it will be" came the excited responce.
Once more I begged and threatened to tell their parents, which with hindsight was a bad move. Lucy pulled out the tape and my boxers from the bag and walked over.
"I don't think you are going to tell anyone how we found you tied to a tree naked, do you, now lets have some quite", and with that she forced all of my boxers into my mouth. Before I had time to force them out she was applying the tape. So once more I was at someones mercy, but this time a new feeling kicked in, one of total humiliation naked in front of two girls.
Then they just stood a few feet in front of me looking at my cock, which to my horror was slowly rising to full mast, eventually tickling my belly button at the head.
"Right, Emma, you can do it if you want".
Lucy came over and my heart stopped as she reached out and touched the tip of my penis, that was the first time any girl had touched me in such a sensitive and private place and I could not do anything. Part of me wanted to scream out and stop her, but deep down I wanted her to continue this new adventure and take it to the end.
My penis jumped causing giggles from both girls, then Emma came over and to the careful instruction of her older friend she clumsily clasped by throbing organ amd began to stroke it up and down. Not very tightly just enough to excite the nerve endings and sent my mind wild. After about ten minutes of manipulation my penis was rock hard and ready to explode, but I didn't want to in front of these girls, of course as god intended, I couldn't stop the inevitable.
"Tighten your grip Emma, he is going to shoot any moment", Lucy shouted.
The excitement in the air was electric had helped drive me over the edge as spurt after spurt of my secret seeds landed on the rough ground in front of me to the girls exstatic screams and giggles. I colapsed in my binds exhausted wondering what would happen next and if they would let me go now I had finished.
"Ok, Emma, lets go now and leave him to cool off, I will pop back later and let him loose", Lucy said.
I tried to call out, but it was useles through my gag as I watched them leave the clearing and walk into the distance. I was alone, the cool air blowing across my smooth chest and abdomen totally helpless and very very thirsty. All sorts of things went through my mind over the next couple of hours, what if a child abuser stumbled across me, he might murder me, what if Lucy came back with loads of other girls, what if......
I listened to the water in the lake moving against the bank as I tried to build up some moisture in my dry mouth, then I was awoken from my thoughts by a movement, it was Lucy alone. She had a bag with her and laid it on the floor in front of me. Then she came over and wispered in my ear "It is time to finish where we left off now don't you think".
I nodded as I thought she was releasing me, but no, she started to caress my penis once more, but this time much more smoothly. It didn't take long for me to get hard and then she stopped, quickly pulled out an instant camera and took a few pictures of me.
I struggled like hell, but I she had improved on my bindings so well that it was hopeless. She had me on film, naked, bound and fully erect. Then after the pictures had developed she showed them to me and spoke.
"Now, you are mine, I am going to take of your gag, but if you shout or call out I will show these to all my friends".
"Do you understand".
I knodded.
She pulled the tape from my mouth causing a muffled scream as I didn't want her to think I was weak. then she pulled out the sodden boxer shorts.
"Can I have some water from my drink bottle please" I asked politely.
She went into my bag and tipped the bottle giving me a refreshing if not warm drink.
"Thanks".
She coldly looked at me and said "Also whenever I want you to do what I say, you will, with out question".
"Understood", I paused, "UNDERSTOOD !".
"OK", I mumbled, thinking when she let me down I would get the pictures and destroy them.
"Right, I am going away again to put these in a safe place, but I will be staright back so don't worry", Lucy said.
"Don't make a sound, I might be listening and hear you".
As she walked off my heart sank to it's lowest, she could make me do anything she wanted. I could never let those pictures get out, they would ruin my whole life.
Chapter 3 Lucy's Game Plan
When she came back for some totally inexplicable reason I was displaying a nice hard on again, something that excited her all the more. She still had her bag and placed it back on the floor in front of her.
"Whats your name", she asked.
"Lloyd, when will you let me go".
"Emma had her fun, now it is my turn, when I am done you can run along home".
I felt so humiliated, being talked to like I was a little child, but I dared not answer back.
She went to my bag and emptied the contents on the floor.
"Please don't hurt me", I said.
"Shut up, only talk when I ask you something or else I will have to put the tape back on, Oh and you can purr and groan a little if you want". She chuckled.
She picked up a couple of the elastic bands and came over, rubbing my penis a little to get it even harder. Then she slipped one tightly around the base of by glans. She grabbed both of my balls and pulled them down before stretching the second elastic band over them and around the base trapping my seed in it's home.
My cock was throbbing with the extra blood now trapped in the head and every once in a while I felt a surge of blood return to my body as the pressure forced it past the elastic band. It was so hard I thought it might explode with the pressure.
"OK I am going to let you loose now, but you must put your hands on your head and keep them their, remember the pictures".
She undid my ankle first and then my arms, which I placed on my head, she had obviously had plenty of time to plan her games and instructed me to move across between the tree I was tied too and another very similar tree about six foot away. I stood in the middle waiting for my next order.
She threw one of the longer pieces of rope over a branch which was directly above me and tied one end around my wrists making sure I could not undo the knot. Then she gently pulled the other end to the base of a tree and tied it of so that my arms were pulled upwards, but a little slack was left.
Then she bought across two more pieces of rope tying each piece to one ankle, finally she pulled the right ankle towards the base of my original tree using the rope and tied it tightly. Then she pulled my left ankle towards the other tree and again tied it tightly, all of this causing me to pull tightly on the rope around my wrists to keep my balance.
As I felt the strain between my legs, I realised what a brilliant position she had me in, she had totally exposed my puckered hole to her glare. I felt the cold air on it and it winked at her ever time my cock throbbed.
"Good, thats better, now I can get to all of you". she said.
"How do you feel she asked, are you scared or excited".
"Scared, what are you going to do".
"Youll soon find out".
From her bag she lifted out a jar of vasaline and opened it, she went behind me out of sight and I felt the cold as she pressed her lubricated finger against my bum hole. She massaged my private entry pushing harder and harder until in her finger went.
"Ahhhhh", I said.
Then she removed it, after a few seconds I felt something else press against my hole, bigger and harder. She pressed and I moved forward as much as my binding would allow. But she pressed further until I felt it begin to enter, I squezed as hard as I could to keep it out, but no, pop, in it went. Further and further it travelled into me and then all of a sudden it hit something inside me and wham, my cock spasmed in the throws of a dry orgasm.
What was she doing I wondered, it was fantastic, and with out realising it I was humping back onto the foriegn body in my hole.
She removed it, but something stayed in place. She then went to the items from my bag and collected my water bottle which she filled from the lake. She again went behind me and fumbled by my hole. Then suddenly without warning I felt the cold water travel into my bottom. She squezed the bottle hard forcing more and more water to fill my bottom and pressing hard against my magic spot. My penis was bouncing desperate for release, this was even better then Duncans torture. I moaned with my eyes closed breathless with the sensations.
The balloons, she had used one of those, and once she decided I was full enough she tied the end and used tape to hold the balloon in my bottom. No matter how hard I squezed it didn't move.
Then the final stage to her torture plan, she tied a thin cord around the head of my penis and passed it through the branches and across to the edge of the lake. It was a breezy day and she had planned this to perfection even down to the direction of the breeze.
She dangled the end of the cord and tied a plastic bag to the end so that it caught the breeze. That was it as the breeze filled the bag, it pulled on the cord which in turn pulled on my penis causing more stimulation. She sat down on my makeshift chair and watched as I writhed in the bindings stimulated from what I thought was every possible point despearet to shoot and releave myself.
"Please I begged" as I groaned in ectasy "Please release me. But no, she sat silent for nearly half an hour watching me suffer until exchaustion was taking it's efect.
She stood up and came over, "Have you enjoyed yourself", "Yes" I replied, "Please".
"OK", as she released the two elastic bands, the I exploded. Screaming with pleasure, it was the best orgasm I had ever had. Streams of fluid jetted further than ever before, wow, what torture she had discovered.
When I was finished she undid the rope and cords and released the balloon from my bottom, the she told me to get dressed.
"You can go home now, but don't forget this is our secret, and if I want you again, you will come ok".
I agreed and ran of as fast as I could.
OK, thats it for now, do you want me to continue this, loads left in me yet. If so write and let me know what you think. Don't spam me, or I might spam you back......
Thanks
Barrett (barrett_e@hotmail.com)
A boys innocense is never lost through good only evil.