The Tree House - 3 (c) 2007by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now. (If you are living in one of those jurisdictions you would do better to move now.)
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
The Tree House
Chapter 3
Mike needed to run home for a minute to tell his mother that we were having lunch in the tree and while he was gone my mother came out to tell me that Dad had called and was bringing home something for the tree house, only he wouldn't say what, just that we needed to have everything picked up and out of the way. He would be home early he said as well.
Mike came back carrying a small suitcase, "What the hell, are you going to just move in up here?" I asked with a laugh.
"No, but this was the easiest way to bring a few more things that I had found without anyone seeing what I had."
"What about your Mom, didn't she see the suitcase and ask questions?"
"No, she was down up in her sewing room which only looks out to the front."
I shrugged, I wanted to know what was in the suitcase, but I didn't want Mike to see just how curious I was so I started pulling out the sandwiches and stuff Mom had sent for lunch.
While we were eating I told Mike about Dad's surprise and suggested that we find some place to put his suitcase so that it wouldn't be out when Dad was up in the tree house.
"Don't you want to see what's in it first?" he asked.
"I figured you would tell me when you wanted to do so, after all I didn't know anything about those things we played with upstairs in advance."
He smiled. "And some of what is in here goes with that."
He pulled out a wooden box that contained locks, chains, handcuffs, leg irons, leather straps, blindfolds and some other things I wasn't quite sure the use of. I just looked on in amazement - I was wondering where he had found all that stuff and if someone wouldn't miss it. I voiced my concerns and Mike chuckled.
"I don't think anyone else in my family even knows that this stuff exists - I found all of this stuff, and more, under some loose boards in my closet."
I gave him a quizzical look.
"I don't know, I find the loose boards by accident and there is a large finished storage compartment filled with sex magazines, sex toys, all of this stuff here including the suitcase and a whole lot more. I've only had a chance to look at a few items, I brought a pile of the magazines along with this stuff."
He brought out some photo magazines with names on them like 'Tied Tight', 'Bound to Serve' and 'Roped and Ravaged Boys'. All of them were filled with photos of nude or semi-nude guys, almost all of them tied up and many being forced to have sex with other guys. There were a couple that had some girls in them, but those were very few in number.
I picked up the one called 'Tied Tight' and started paging through it, the photos sort of told a story, the first one featured a guy tied to a bed much the same Mike had been earlier, only this time there were several other guys all taking turns using his body. Some of them had their hands cuffed behind them and some didn't, but all of them were naked. The last couple of pictures showed all of the guys standing around him while he lay there covered in their cum. I was already sporting a boner, wishing I could replace the guy on the bed.
"Its that good?" Mike asked, looking at the bulge in my pants.
"Yes, what about the one you're looking at?"
"This one only has three guys in it, but they are all naked and sucking each other off with their hands all tied behind their heads."
"These are hot," I said, I want to look at them all and try out some of the things here as well."
"So do I," Mike said. "Do you think I can keep them out here for now?"
"Huh, uh, yeah, sure. We can start a library," I said with a smile.
"Yeah, and one I'm sure I want to join."
I smiled a bit harder.
"Let's find a good place to put this stuff before Dad gets home, he generally is rather early."
We had barely finished lunch and hidden away Mike's treasure trove of stuff when I saw my father's pickup truck headed across the yard toward the base of the trees. There was something covered with a tarp in the back, but I couldn't tell what it was.
Dad parked his truck right under the tree house. I lowered the ladder and we climbed down to see what he had.
"I saw this and just knew it was something you needed up there," he said as he pulled off the tarp.
In the back of his truck was a sofa. I looked at Dad questioningly. "Well, it is a nice touch, but how are we going to get it up there?"
Dad smiled. "I thought about that too, but I decided that I could take it apart down here and then we could bring each piece up to the second floor and replace that old mattress. This is a convertible sofa so you only need to pull it out to make it into a bed and it is more comfortable than just that thing on the floor."
It sounded like a good idea, but I still didn't see how we were going to get it up into the tree. Of course, having a soft in a tree house would certainly be something different. To make a long story short, it wasn't easy, it took the rest of the afternoon and a good part of the evening, but when we were finished I had a sofa/bed and a couple of neat lights on the second floor. All I needed now was a rug and it would be just like home.
Another result of this whole activity is that my parents and Mike's got to know one another fairly well and everyone had come up into the tree house so that Mike's parents felt a lot better about the safety if Mike was going to sleep some nights up in the tree with me. Somehow everyone got to see everything without anyone seeing our treasure trove of magazines.
Mike and I were going to sleep in the tree house again that night and after we had both taken our showers we met back up in the tree. I was sitting on my new sofa looking at one of Mike's magazines when he came up.
"I've pulled up the ladder, I think we are alone now," he said as he closed the door.
"I hope so because I've got an idea about how this new sofa can make some of our games even more interesting, and it is my turn to be tied up."
Mike smiled.
We pulled out the bed and dimmed the lights.
"Look at those metal rails on all sides of the bed. Those will work even better than the bolts you put in the floor upstairs and they are all around."
Mike opened the bag he had brought with him - he pulled out four short leather straps - each with a locking buckle - and started putting them around my ankles and wrists.
"Now, take off your clothes," he said.
I did as he told me and then lay down on the bed. Using some short lengths of chain and a whole bunch of locks he tied me, spread-eagled, on my back.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
I pulled on my wrists and ankles for a moment and found no slack. "Helpless," I replied.
Mike reached down and lightly brushed his fingers against my rapidly stiffening cock. It in turn sprung up as hard as it had ever been, I wanted to reach down and stroke it some more, only I was completely helpless.
Next he took off his own pajamas and climbed onto the bed on top of me, rubbing his body against mine. The sensation was fantastic. After turning off the lights above the bed he straddled my chest and slowly brought his crotch up to my face.
I opened my mouth, trying to catch his three-inch pecker, only he kept it just far enough away that I couldn't catch it. Finally he leaned forward and placed his erection in my mouth. He tasted fantastic, a combination of boy and clean. I knew at once that this was just what I had been waiting for. I sucked on Mike's tool as if it were the staff of life and the only thing that would allow me to go on living. The only thing wrong was that I couldn't touch myself and my own erection was screaming for attention.
Mike began to moan and groan as I brought him toward that wonderful point of orgasm and then it happened - Mike shot his very first load of jism directly into my sucking mouth. I had swallowed most of it down before I realized just what I was swallowing.
"God!" Mike moaned, "that's fantastic."
I grunted my agreement through his still erect member as it continued to fill my mouth.
Mike pulled back and then collapsed against my body. He planted a big kiss on my lips, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I ran his tongue around, seeking any stray bits of his cum that might still be lingering in my mouth.
After a bit Mike pulled a cover over us and curled up against me, using my outstretched arm and chest as a pillow.
"Hey, what about me, don't I get to cum too," I asked.
"Maybe later, right now I need my beauty sleep."
Mike did cup my balls with his hand, but he wouldn't touch my erection and there wasn't anything I could do about it so I tried to go to sleep too. At first the position was sexually exciting; however, after a while it became more and more uncomfortable. When I tried to tell Mike about this he just giggled, pinched my tit and told me that if I wasn't quiet he would gag me. Then he went to sleep. Since I had no choice I tried to relax and before too long I fell asleep as well.
I awoke to the wonderful sensation of a warm moist mouth lightly sucking on my slowly awakening member. It was still dark outside and I didn't know how long we had been sleeping, but I did know that my shoulders were aching from being pulled out like they were for some time.
Once Mike sensed that I was awake he started working on my cock all that much harder and it didn't take much before I was ready to shoot my load - then he stopped, holding the cover up so that nothing touched me.
"Please, let me cum," I begged.
"What's in it for me?"
"What do you want?"
"You to be my slave all day tomorrow."
I wasn't quite sure just what that meant, but I agreed. I just needed to cum.
Mike went back to it on my cock, his mouth, lips and tongue doing things to me that I was sure had never happened before. It didn't take very long before I was shooting my load of boy-cream into his mouth. He swallowed it down like mother's milk and then continued to suck, making sure that not a single droplet of it was left.
"How about untying me for the rest of the night?" I asked. "It is very difficult to sleep like that."
"But slaves always sleep tied up, it says so in one of the books and since you are my slave you need to be tied up tonight."
What had I gotten myself into?
To be continued...