A big "thank you" to everyone who gave me feedback on the previous chapters. Chapter Ten – Soft Torture
Hunter pretended to consider Carsen’s offer for a moment, but in the end he decided that there was only one viable solution.
“I think I’ll pass on the offer to make the bet more interesting,” Hunter finally announced calmly.
“For one thing, I’m pretty sure Jaden knows nothing about it; am I right? Well, without his okay, I’m not ready to take the risk and get punished for it.”
“Awww… you’re just chicken,” Carsen said disparagingly. “You’re afraid to get beaten by someone smaller than you.”
“No… I’ll still wrestle you one and one if you insist,” Hunter clarified. “Under the terms you set, I have no reason to back out of that. But the both of you together? No way. Not with the terms you set if I fail, and not without Jaden’s knowledge or consent. I’m more afraid of what *he’ll* do to punish me that anything you two have in mind.”
“I guess he’s not as dumb as he looks,” Austin commented wryly to his companion.
“Okay, then… let’s do it this way,” Carsen announced after a moment to think. ‘Wrestle me and win, you get the afternoon off until Jaden gets back. You can have the handcuffs off but the hobbles on, and you can’t leave the house nor go down to the first floor without one of us with you. Lose, and you have to wrestle Austin. You defeat him, same as before; afternoon off. You lose to him too, and we’ll soft-torture you for a while. No whips; no beatings, no pain… just soft torture like tickling and humiliating you any way we like.”
“Do I have a choice?” Hunter asked warily.
“Not this time, so I advise you to get ready to rumble,” Carsen retorted with a grim smile as he crouched down in an aggressive posture right in front of Hunter. On the count of three from Austin. Ready? Count it, Austin.”
Still leaning casually against the door leading out of the room and with his arms folded across his chest, Austin counted to three in a bored and languid fashion. “One… two… three!”
At the sound of three, Carsen pounced on Hunter like a tiger. Although given every opportunity to ready himself, and though Carsen did nothing that wasn’t fair, Hunter was immediately taken aback. He was slightly larger and heavier than his opponent and was by most standards a well-toned, physically fit young boy. But Carsen seemed to be even more athletic than hunter was, and his smaller size was offset by superior speed and stamina and a greater force pf will and sheer aggressiveness. His bodily strength easily matched Hunter’s and his tenacity greatly exceeded the older boy’s as well. Hunter had a generally mild, placid, and easygoing manner, while Carsen acted like an untamed force of nature.
Hunter struggled against his younger opponent, but in addition to his other traits his lithe and wiry opponent seemed to be as slippery as an eel. He no sooner got what he thought was a solid grip on Carsen’s body or one of his limbs when the smaller, younger boy slipped right of it like an adolescent Harry Houdini. Hunter was starting to feel more like the hunted - or like a sheep pitted against a wolf – when his opponent managed to get behind him, grab him around the waist, and force him to fall heavily down onto the (fortunately well padded) floor.
Hunter struggled to get up, but his formerly slippery opponent now seemed unavoidable as he swing one slender but muscular leg over Hunter’s body and heavily straddled his belly. At the same time, Carsen’s hands and fingers (backed up by lean but well-defined arms and his entire trim upper body) wrapped themselves in a tight grip upon Hunter’s wrists and held them down immovably. Hunter tried to struggle as his own arms were held rigidly at right angles away from his sides, but his situation provided him little leverage while Carsen had plenty of leverage. Holding Hunter down the way he was forced his upper body to bend low however; which not only provided Carsen extra leverage and traction against Hunter’s straining body but also afforded Hunter a very close-up view of Carsen’s well-developed form.
As if suddenly hypnotized at the sight (like a bird staring into the eyes of a snake), Hunter ceased all resistance and simply lay there facing upward – staring at the trim torso mere inches above him – while a bored sounded Austin slowly and languidly counted up to ten.
He could have counted up to ten thousand and it wouldn’t have made any difference as far as Hunter’s chances of prevailing were concerned. However, Hunter felt a strange sense of loss and disappointment when Austin reached ‘ten’ and Carsen suddenly rolled off of him and stood up. And that sense of loss wasn’t just because he’d lost the wrestling match, either.
“Okay, Austin… your turn,” Carsen told his friend as they exchanged places.
“Wait a minute,” Hunted protested as he lurched awkwardly to his feet. “Don’t I get a chance to catch my breath?”
“Nope!” Austin replied with a taunting smile as he crouched in preparation on front of Hunter.
“But I’m getting tired! That’s not fair!” Hunter insisted.
“Tough! You’re bigger than I am. That’s not fair either,” Austin retorted unsympathetically; no longer sounding or looking even remotely languid. “So shut up and get ready. Hit it, Carsen.”
“One two three!” Carsen counted; considerably faster than Austin had done and catching Hunter somewhat by surprise.
Austin charged in aggressively; almost catching Hunter by surprise. But while at first hunter thought this would end in an even quicker defeat than before because of his previous exertions, Austin proved a less capable wrestler than Carsen had been. He wasn’t as large as Carsen, nor as athletic, fast, tireless, or tenacious. Hunter actually managed to hold his own against this new opponent and at one point seemed to be on the verge of prevailing against him. But eventually Hunter’s tiredness proved too great a liability and once again he found himself lying on his back on the padded floor while his opponent bully-pinned him. This time his arms weren’t held down as fixedly as before, but in the end the result was the same. At the end of the count to ten, he still lay on his back with Austin holding him down.
However, unlike Carsen Austin made no move to get off of his defeated opponent.
“You’ve won, Austin,” Carsen pointed out unnecessarily. “Are you just going to stay there?”
“Why not?” Austin replied with a taunting smile as he released Hunter’s wrists and arched his upper body up to a more vertical position; but making no move to get off Hunter’s belly. Instead he simply rested his forearms against his thighs and turned to look at his friend as if Hunter’s body was merely a lifeless, comfortably padded seat. “I’m comfortable here right where I am. And Hunter here doesn’t seem to mind all that much either.” He added with a taunted laugh as he pointed at Hunter’s half-vacant trance-like stare at Austin’s upper body.
Suddenly aware that he’d been staring at Austin’s half-naked body, Hunter yelled incoherently and tried to throw his victorious adversary off of him. But Austin merely laughed at him with an overtly contemptuous tone and pinned his arms back down to the floor. Hunter struggled as hard as ever, but the results were as unavailing as before.
“Well, time to put him back under wraps,” Carsen announced cheerfully as he grabbed some coil of rope out of the cabinet and tossed them over to Austin before stepping over Hunter’s lower body. “Let’s roll him over onto his belly and wrap him up.”
Hunter continued to yell and struggle. “Quit resisting, slave… or your punishment will be a lot harsher than I agreed it was going to be!” Carsen told Hunter sternly.
Knowing he was licked, Hunter sensibly went limp and let Carsen and Austin turn him over onto his belly. Even if he could have somehow evaded the two boys, the room door was locked and he was trapped in here with them. In the end, he’d be tied up anyway – why make the inevitable even worse than it already was. Maybe instant compliance would make his captors more merciful and maybe it would not; but it was a sure bet that continued resistance would have the opposite effect.
Hunter lay quiet and unmoving as Austin turned his body around and sat down on Hunter’s upper shoulders (and almost the back of his head as well) as he grabbed a coil of ripe and bound Hunter’s forearms (hands on opposite elbows rather than wrists crossed together) behind his back with evidently well-practiced skill. At the same time, Carsen straddled Hunter’s thighs and began to tie his ankles securely together. He then worked on binding Hunter’s legs above and below his knees while Austin securely bound Hunter’s upper arms to his sides. Once they were done, Hunter had no independent power of movement but could easily be moved around from one spot to another by his two captors.
Hunter was then forced to open his mouth and let Austin insert a rubber ball into it. Then Austin took a cloth and expertly cleave-gagged Hunter with it.
Once they were finished, his two younger captors rolled him over onto his back again and sat on him; Carsen straddling Hunter’s upper chest knees down on the floor and Austin sitting knees up to put his full upper-body weight (such as it was) directly on his belly. Despite their weight (plus his own) pressing down on his bound arms, the way they were tied (plus the thick padding on the floor) allowed Hunter to endure the pressure on his arms with relatively little discomfort. The pressure on his chest and especially on his belly was, however, another matter.
“Well, how is the mighty Hunter feeling now?” Carsen asked his prisoner with a taunting smile as, hands on hips and leaning slightly forward, he pressed his thighs together on Hunter’s face and began to squeeze as hard as he could.
“Mmrruummmpphhh!” Hunter replied with what sounded like wounded dignity.
“Oh, don’t feel like talking?” Carsen asked cheerfully as he leaned forward a bit further and gleefully pinched his captive’s nose shut.
With his mouth gagged and his head trapped between Carsen’s vise-like thighs, Hunter was unable to turn or nod his head to evade those pinching fingers nor to breathe through his mouth. All he could do was utter an aggrieved sounded “Rrrruuuhhhhmmmmhhh!”
“You think this is fun, wait until Austin starts bouncing on you!” Carsen told Hunter gleefully as he released Hunter’s nose and began flicking it with the forefingers of both hands instead.
“Gggrrrruuuuooouuhhhhh!” Hunter replied. What happened to *soft* torture, he was trying to ask. He had no idea that this *was* Carsen and Austin’s idea of soft torture, and that he really didn’t want to know what their idea of *hard* torture was! He also had no idea that his imaginative young tormentors were just getting started having some fun with him! “Hrruugh!” he added, as if he thought he was being even remotely understood.
“Oh, hush up and be glad you didn’t have the guts to take us on together like I originally offered, you lily-livered chicken-shit,” Carsen told Hunter tauntingly as he flicked his captive’s nose even harder and faster than before. “I can see why you were scared to now, too. What a weak and pathetic punk you are. You weren’t even remotely as interesting a challenge as I hoped you’d be. I don’t know what Jaden sees in you as a slave, unless it’s because you’re so easy to control. Hell, it’s no wonder you didn’t take the chance I offered you. Not only are you a weakling and a coward, but I’ll bet you’re enjoying all this too!”
“Grrrooouuulllrrrggghhh!” Hunter replied in evidently hot denial. “Nooorrroouuggghhh!”
“Yeah, he likes it!” Austin declared with a mocking laugh. “Look at this hard on he’s getting!”
“Ooouuurrrghhh! Grraaahhhrrrgghhh! Mooooeerrrrucccuurrrrssss!” Hunter declared vehemently (if incomprehensibly) as he thrashed around as well as he could (which wasn’t much at all) inside his cocoon of ropes and pinned down by the combined body weights of his two smaller tormentors. He was getting red in the face, though whether from anger or embarrassment was quite impossible for either of the other boys to determine. “Arrrugghhingilllooouuuu!” he continued, and that sounded definitely like a threat.
Carsen spread his thighs wide apart rather than pressing them inward and began slapping Hunter in the face with the palms of both hands; hard and fast. Hunter’s cries of outrage became cries of evident pain as he closed his eyes tightly shut and writhed in a different way than before; as if trying futilely to escape rather than wreak havoc among his two tormentors.
“Shut it and calm down, and I’ll stop slapping you!” Carsen sternly ordered.
Hunter did his best to comply, which wasn’t at all easy as Carsen didn’t immediately desist in his face-slapping assault.
“You’d better learn your place in this house, and fast,” Carsen warned hunter as he ceased slapping him in the face but continued straddling his chest. “Otherwise you’ll get lots worse than those little love taps. Hey Austin, could you get something to drink for all three of us. I reckon it’s time the little crybaby had a short break.”
“Sure, Cars,” Austin replied agreeably as he stood up strode over to the door as he fumbled for the keys, unlocked the door, and stepped out – leaving the door open as he strode into the kitchen. From where he lay Hunter could hear him fumbling around inside the refrigerator as he selected some refreshments for the three of them. When he returned he came back with a two-liter bottle of Sprite, a half-liter bottle of spring water, and three plastic cups. He sat back down on hunter’s midriff, opened up the bottle of Sprite, poured some into one cup, and handed it to Carsen. He then poured a second cup and drank it himself. Hunter, who was still gagged, wasn’t offered anything to drink at all. He made one small noise of inquiry (which was completely ignored) and then decided it was wisest to simply wait in patient silence.
Once Carsen finished his own drink, he looked back at Austin and said, “Pour some water for slave boy here.” While Austin finished his own drink (the floor being padded and too unstable to set a cup down without it tipping over and spilling) and complied with this request, Carsen bent forward and untied hunter’s gag, allowing the captive boy to spit out the rubber mouth that had been stuffed in his mouth. Once this was done, Austin handed Carsen the cup full of water. Carsen in turn bent forward and supported Hunter’s head to a more vertical position while holding the cup of water to his lips. The water was icy cold and tasted better than anything Hunter had drank in weeks.
“Okay, slave… listen up,” Carsen told Hunter in a tone of voice that was somewhere between conversational and commanding but definitely attention-grabbing. “You’re going to have to learn to obey all orders you’re given from now on; whether from me or from Austin, Jaden, Alex, Sam, or any of our other guests we happen to invite over. You don’t get to choose which ones to obey. No questions… unless you honestly don’t understand how to carry out the instructions given as opposed to why you’ve been given them… and no argument. Just obey them at once, no matter how distasteful some of them seem, or you’ll get punished. Understand.’
“So, if I’m told to bend over and spread ‘em while someone applies the joy jelly and puts it to me, I’m supposed to just stand there and take it?” Hunter demanded acerbically.
Carsen slapped him hard across the face with all the strength in his arm behind it. The slap definitely stung, and caused hunter to lapse into silence for fear of a repetition.
“What do you take us for? Rapists? Perverts?!” Carsen retorted in a loud and angry voice that suddenly sent Hunter in shivers of fear. “No one’s gonna do *that* to you! Sure, the rest of us don’t mind a little boy-on-boy action once in a while. Austin and I cuddle a bit from time to time, and so do Jaden and Alex, and even Sam every so often. But that’s as far as it goes; at least with Austin and me. Even if the other guys go a bit further – and mind you I don’t know if they do or not and it’s nobody else’s business anyway – no one forces anyone else into doing anything sexual. Not even a slave like you!”
“Well, there is the foot worship thing,” Austin corrected Carsen with an apologetic tone but a definite smirk on his face in counterpoint.
Carsen looked at his friend with some exasperation. “You know perfectly well you really wanted that!” he retorted. “In any case, unless Hunter also has a thing for feet, he’s not going to have to worry about that because I have you to do it and no one else here is interested in feet. But…” and here he turned back to face Hunter, “if you disobey legitimate (and not intimate) orders, you *will* be spanked!”
“Spanked?” Hunter asked blankly; his eyes suddenly wide like saucers.
“Spanked! Just like a baby!” Austin replied cheerfully. “Which reminds me… Carsen, can I get that stuff Jaden tried to use on you last Halloween?”
Carsen looked at his friend with astonishment for a moment, and then that look was replaced by a look of sadistic cunning that told hunter that he was in real trouble.
“Sure… go ahead and get it,” he told his friend. “I’ll go to the kitchen meanwhile and fix slave-boy a nice little snack!”
Chuckling in a sinister fashion, Austin got up again and hurried out of the room. Carsen stood up a moment later and looked down at Hunter for a moment as he stepped away. “You just take a nice little nap, little baby. We’ll be back in a few moments.”
And with a sinister sounding chuckle of his own he walked out of the room as well and left Hunter to his own devices.
Hunter had a really bad feeling about this! Were they planning to do what he thought
they were planning to do?
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...