My name is Steven and I am a sixteen year old guy. I am 180cm tall, have short blond hair and brown eyes. I like sport activities; I swim twice and go to the gym three times a week. Plus, whenever I can I play football with my friends from school. This whole sporting made me quite athletic and I formed a nice six pack on my abdomen. Generally, I am a typical teenager, except for one thing: I was always intrigued in being tied up. Ever since I can remember I was fascinated when I saw a guy tied up on TV and asked my dad many times to tie me up. He did once, but it was barely for a few minutes and he tied me up really lousy and I could get out in no time at all.
I live with my mother and father in a small apartment in a big city. My mom is a nurse at the nearby hospital and, probably due to her job, she became unbelievably overprotective. I really hated that. My dad, on the other hand, is a cool guy and we always got along really well. He works as a security guard in a bank and, just like me, he loves sports. He is much more muscular than me, but I guess he has to be one of those tough guys in his work. I really like that.
Every summer, after the school is finally finished, me, my dad, his brother and his two sons go to our house in the mountains for holidays. It’s the best part of the year for me; it’s only the guys and we don’t have to care about the normal stuff like the socks on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink. We do whatever we want and whenever we want, without any schedules and things like that.
Usually I go to the cottage with my dad, but this year he had to stay longer at work, because there was nobody to cover for him. My parents asked me if I wanted to go to my dad’s brother, Mark, for a few days and go to the cottage with him. Of course, I agreed to that; I didn’t want to miss any day from the trip and there was the possibility that my father won’t be able to take his days off for some more time. So I packed and my dad drove me off to uncle Mark on Wednesday morning in the last week of June. Next day we were supposed to go to the mountains.
My uncle and his two sons, Jake and George, live not far from our house. My cousins were absent and, because of their work, they had to stay behind and would join us in the cottage later. So for the time being it was just me and my uncle.
I unpacked the necessary things only, like my tooth brush, pair of fresh socks for tomorrow, etc. When I was wondering around uncle’s house, there was a certain idea in my head. My uncle was a cop and he had a pair of handcuffs in the house. I was suddenly very curious if he would agree to cuff me for some time. I decided that I had nothing to lose so I headed to one of the rooms, that was changed into some sort of an office where my uncle could do the paper work.
My uncle is 42, over 190cma tall, has very short brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is very muscular and behaves in a really manly way. I knew he had to act this way; he was a cop and he had to be respected by both his mates and the arrestees.
I found my uncle at his desk writing something, probably some kind of report. He was wearing a faded blue jeans with his police duty belt and a tank top. I took a deep breath and began the conversation.
“Uncle Jack, do you have a minute?” I asked nervously.
For a moment he carried on with his work, then stopped and turned to face me.
“Yeah, what is it, Steven?”
“I was wondering.. well, you are a cop and you have the cuffs… so I was wondering if you could use them on me for some time…” I said without looking at him. I knew well that was a strange favor to ask for.
“You want me to handcuff you? Why would you want that?” I was glad that he wasn’t mad. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I sensed a smidge of curiosity in his voice.
“Well, I have always wanted to try and see what it feels like to be restrained.” I said in a self-confident tone.
“Do you parents know about your… let’s say, dream?”
“I think at least my dad know. I asked him to tie me up once and he did, but only for a short period of time. And I was able to free myself, so I guess that doesn’t count.”
“Yeah, when we cuff people they have to stay that way. But you know, I have to this paper work today so we can leave for the mountains tomorrow. I won’t be able to watch over you…” It was clear for me that uncle Jack was trying to back away from it.
“Come on, uncle! I am not a kid anymore, I can take care of myself… Please?” I added when I saw hesitation on his face. He sighed, defeated.
“Will this shut you up and let me do my work peacefully?” He asked with a smile on his face.
“I promise I won’t bother you anymore if you cuff me, uncle” I replied, grinning.
“It won’t cause any harm if you spend the rest of the day cuffed, I suppose… Go and use the bathroom, then and I’ll bring the handcuffs.” Uncle got up from his chair and headed to another room.
I did as he told me and did my business in the toilet. When I was going back to my uncle I saw on the clock in the corridor that it was barely half past twelve. From what I could expect I would spend the next of the day bound. I couldn’t hide my excitement when I entered the office and saw my uncle with a pair of steel handcuffs in his hand.
“Get over here, boy.” He said firmly and I complied.
When I got close to him, he turned me around and forced my right arm behind my back. I heard a clicking sound. My uncle forced my left arm behind me as well and in a brief moment I was handcuffed. It was tight enough to make any escape attempts impossible, but not uncomfortable. Just perfect.
“Remember what you promise, kid.” My uncle said when he turned me around again. “No talking.”
I nodded my head and he playfully ruffled my hair. Without further ado he entered his office again and sat at the desk. Left alone, I tried to free myself from the cuffs, but all the struggling was futile. I was tied up good and won’t be out unless my uncle decides to set me free.
I was more than happy to be finally restrained professionally and couldn’t stop walking all over the house. My uncle was ignoring me completely and after half an hour I went back to my room and l lay down on the bed. I tested the handcuffs on my wrists again and dozed off soon. I was awakened a few hours later by my uncle who had already prepared dinner. He helped me go downstairs and sat me at the table.
“Will you take the cuffs off?” I asked when he sat next to me.
“No, I’ll feed you. And you failed to keep your promise, Steven. I’ll have to think of a proper punishment for you later.” He said with a huge smile.
I remained silent fort the rest of the evening. Uncle Jack fed me dinner, then did the washing up. He moved me to the couch in his living room and we watched TV for two or three hours. All that time I was handcuffed. And very pleased. Finally before the bed time my uncle took the cuffs off me and I could move my hands to front.
“How did you like it, kid?” He asked when I was rubbing my wrists.
“Great, absolutely great!” I replied all happy.
“Glad to hear that. Now, go to bed, we have to get up early. The journey will take us several hours and there may be some traffics…”
“Sure thing, uncle! Good night!” I said to him and headed off to my room.
This was so far one of the best days in my life. A little tired from the excitement I fell asleep almost the moment my head touched the pillow.