Hi there, People. Due to popular demand, here is one of the final chapters of this story. This is a mild ending. There could be other adventures with dastardly villains, but they'll probably be posted in the PG 17 section. I'll give some heads up in due time.
15. Proper Demonstration
They had broken the ice; Simon took the whole thing with a smile. They gave him the opportunity to take the overwhelming boy down a notch or two. He’d use his skills to indulge his audience.
“How do you want to start your lesson, Simon? Will you bind Keith’s hands behind his back?””
“That’s always a good way to begin. Turn around, Keith, and give me your wrists.”
The teenager felt mortified by the older boys’ coalition. He couldn’t get away with it, though. His cousins wouldn’t let him. He felt the palms of his hands being pressed against each other. The ropes cuff Simon wove in no time was the nail in the coffin. He could have tried an escape; it was too late now.
Simon moved on to the elbows. He saw no reason to make it easy, and he couldn’t afford having the lad get out of his bonds. He needed to be up to his reputation.
Simon wrapped the limbs a couple inches above the joints. These first two turns were loose, but he didn’t leave hope rise in his young captive for too long. He wove a basic rope harness that pulled the arms to the torso, and went over the shoulders, with the final turns behind acting as a frapping knot.
“Darn, this is tight,” Keith whispered through his teeth.
William clamped his mouth over his cousin’s mouth.
“Hush, boy, do not disturb our knot expert’s concentration.”
Simon continued his demonstration anyway. Though Keith remained quiet, William kept his handgag on, a hand behind his head to keep him motionless.
Simon kneeled to take care of the boy’s legs. He started with rings of rope at the top of his thighs, above and below his knees and finished with four turns around his ankles. He had a longer piece at hand; he anchored its middle to the rings binding them, and tightening the simple coils to make them into rope manacles. He threaded them back up the other way, using the two strands to bring the legs together inexorably.
“I doubt he’s going to run away any time soon,” he commented as he tightened the final ring of ropes at the top, “He’s kept quiet, so maybe we could do without gagging him…”
“Are you kidding?” William wondered, “If I remove my hand, I’m sure the little blighter will scream at the top of his lungs. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind us, and even you, getting into trouble.”
To make his point, the older teen let go of Keith’s head. Was it a reflex reaction or a conscious endeavor at fully experiencing helplessness? He played right in his cousin’s game and he bellowed as his lips recovered freedom.
“You bastards! Let me go or grmmmmphhlllmmmbblllmmmmm…”
“What did I tell you? Don’t even think of biting my hand, naughty boy, or I will whip your bottom raw!”
“You’ve convinced me,” Simon said with a sad tone, “This is a desperate case and exactly the type a good gag may help.”
William’s unrelenting grip brought the boy’s protests to a tolerable level.
Simon picked up the soggy ball of socks they’d used to silence him and stood before the immobilized contestant. He brandished it under his nose.
“You gave him a choice and he made the wrong one, Will. This is the least we can do. He’s got quite a big mouth, so he should take it all in. These are his socks, he won’t prove difficult taking them in.”
The three older teens gathered around the bound and handgagged boy. He cooed, moaned and pleaded behind William’s palm. He was beginning to understand that playing tie-up games meant he’d be on the wrong side of the ropes at some point.
He gave a decent fight, but they were three against him. Theo had a knack for forcing jaws open. Simon had nimble and skilled fingers, which compressed the ball of wool to a maximum, which helped to slide it inside the boy’s gob .
Simon had rope at his disposal to reiterate the same cleaving trick Keith had used on him. He strived to make it even. The length allowed for this, with many turns that would yield a tight and constricting band. The bulk of the sock stretched the boy’s jaws open. The turns of rope held it fast and gave his cheeks a bulging effect.
William stood behind Simon, admiring the entertainer’s handiwork.
“I wish you could see it, Keith. Don’t worry, though, there’s still plenty of film and we may keep a memory of your encounter with Simon.”
“Or two or three!” his brother added.
“Yes, let’s start with just your nice rope band holding the packing in.”
“Your dirty sock that Simon chewed on all morning,” Theo reminded their charge.
It was too late for Keith to let his cousins and their fiendish gypsy friend know that it didn’t make him feel too good. William and Theo had never shied away from tormenting him.
“Just keep smiling pretty, Keith!” William commanded his cousin. His brother got behind the tripod and set the camera with fast and knowing gestures.
“Will you have a group picture?”
The two knot-tiers framed their victim, laying their hands over his shoulders and leering at their bound and gagged prey. Theo snapped three shots.
“I imagine you still have layers to add to his gag, Simon,” Theo remarked, “It would make for another nice photograph.”
“You just need to ask!”
Simon got into character easily. He picked the scarf he’d been gagged with from the chair’s back and got back behind Keith. This time, Simon had to pause as he tightened the knotted scarf over the nape of their model’s neck. Simon knew how to smooth the silk over the face and below the chin. Then a slow and repetitive tightening got the knot to pull the supple and clinging surface. It compacted the impressive mass of wool further, swathing his lower face in a tight mask of silk, locking the jaws together. It silenced him yet better. Simon knew any attempt at using one’s voice with such a heavy gag felt very taxing.
“With this huge sock crammed in his mouth, your chatty relative won’t even try talking. It’s too unpleasant.”
“I guess this is the purpose of a gag,” William laughed.
Keith seemed to be resigned to his fate and he didn’t act agitated. Theo watched Simon mishandle his younger relative in his viewfinder. He took a first picture. Simon kept on tugging over the two ends. He pulled more slack off the additional scarf. Theo announced he was off to get more film and take a break.
He was off in a dash, leaving William and Simon on their own to handle the captive. The red-headed escape artist reversed the tightening process and released some pressure the nasty silk scarf caused.
“This may be very unpleasant. It looked great and I’m sure you’ll enjoy seeing the result. For now I’ll loosen it so it just stays on to make the gag look tidier,” Simon broke the silence once Theo’s steps had faded away, “I’ll take it you’re no newcomer when it comes to tie-up, yet you might not have experienced such very strict gagging before.”
“He’s taking it well, Simon. But yes, slow and steady wins the race. There’s some more time to improve his bonds and try other unpleasant gags out. We’d better leave him on his own so he may calm down.”
To Keith’s great shame, his older cousin pointed to his crotch. He had thought about his stiff member when Simon bound his legs. He’d been aware of another hardening when he’d first felt the silk of the latest scarf slide over his gagged cheeks. Simon smiled at him and he nodded, confirming he was on his cousin’s side.
William dragged two chairs and they sat in front of the standing bound and gagged boy.
“Nice job, Simon, Keith is stumped. Except in his shorts.”
Theo’s absence once again caused William to be bolder and more explicit. Simon no longer had the gag saving him from finding something clever and honest to say.
“I hope I don’t shock you, Simon.”
“No, not at all,” our young hero replied, though his voice trailed off and he let his friend pick up the conversation.
“I know I don’t shock Keith. You see, I was the one who got to untie him from a hogtie when I trussed him up inside the barn a couple months ago. The little fiend had rolled over and creamed his pants.”
“Oh?” Simon asked in a perfectly incredulous tone. It had happened to him when indulging in tie-up activities. And to Patrick too.
“He’ll stand; this will save him some laundry. Though it seems my cousin is now fully developed. He looks bigger down there. He also leaks juice like a man.”
Simon had of course spotted the randy young man’s physiological reactions. The manly smells when he bound his legs were unmistakable . Simon had a hard time voicing out his observations. William was a tactful guest and he moved on.
“Let’s save us some time when Theo comes back. It would be kind and generous to provide Keith with the same gag he gave you so it makes for a nice memory album…”
Simon retrieved the swim cap and rolls of gauze.
“You mean wrapping up his skull closely to be sure he keeps chewing on his sock?”
It was a nice diversion; Simon agreed wholeheartedly. The two older boys framed the helpless victim, with William behind holding him steady while Simon would work from the front.
“Remove the scarf, Will, we’ll use it to finish up the job. For now, I’m going to shield his hair. If you have any more of this nice adhesive tape, it’s possible to make it totally soundproof.”
Simon was now free from a gag and he showed his audience he had acquired the gift of the gab working in entertainment. It certainly wasn’t true, considering that preventing noise from coming out would have required and actual filling of the nostrils, but this would obviously be rather lethal. He’d had one nostril filled by some captor of his, who claimed it worked. It had been no picnic though the man had made sure he’d be able to breathe at all times.
This wasn’t this sort of context. He was more than willing to help William out. This wouldn’t hurt the little sadist and possibly be a proper life lesson. Some head mummification did get the game a notch higher.
“There are quite a few rolls of this surgical tape left. Let me get some…”
Simon slid his hands inside the rubber cap and stretched it. He slowly slid it over the boy’s hair. He tucked some hair in and checked the boy’s ears hadn’t folded.
“I hope you’re proud of the attention a great artist like Simon shows you, cousin. He’s even going to turn your head in a nice Easter egg,” William joked when he handed Simon the requested tape.
Simon felt the boy brimming with lust and erotic tension. The lustful scents in the room weren’t necessarily all Keith’s, but this next step in his treatment didn’t curb his horny reaction. The boy moaned and cooed through his nose, probably pleading for being relieved by a helpful hand caressing his package. Simon went slowly and methodically. He first used two chinstraps pulling his chin and with their ends overlapping at the top of his rubber-covered skull.
The rolls of gauze would make for a perfectly symmetrical result. It tidied the job. This boy had big brown eyes and thick, long eyelashes. It would certainly make for great photographs if the Marcy brothers’ talent with a camera matched the range of equipment they used.
Simon was finishing the wrapping of the boy’s head when he heard Theo’s steps in the staircase.
“I see you’ve finished the job,” he said coming in, “We’ll take a photograph.”