Alex's Pet by Nicholas H. (m/m) new 16/08 ch. 12

[overkneesoccersocks]

Great story! looking forward to chapter 11!

[harveygasson]

Wow amazing again

[dondotegracias]

This has to be one of my favs on this site. There were some Scout related ones on Canucks site I really liked to. Wondering if this one will ever be completed?

[Bondwriter]

His other stories are Knotty Summer - Discovered and Knotty Summer - Adrian's Farm
No sequel in sight, though.

[mig137]

yes, you are right, Alex`s Pet is a very interesting story that warms the bondage heart. Tight bondage and devoted boys who enjoy being tied up. Ask Nicolas H. if he continues to write such stories. Please excuse me, not everyone can think up and write stories of the quality that you or Nicolas H. can. Please continue.

[Gaybondage]

What a good story! Right up my ALLEY!

[Bondwriter]

[mention]mig137[/mention] [mention]Gaybondage[/mention]
Glad this still pleases the crowd.
I pass the message to Nicholas; it seems unlikely there'll be a new episode very soon, though.

[nchlsh]

Chapter 11

Tom gulped as his captor’s hand reached out past behind him and opened a desk drawer. Jake pulled out a small, flat metal case with funky colors and something else Tom couldn’t see.

The boy opened the bedroom’s window before grabbing another large chair and sitting in front of his captive. Jake kicked up his bare feet on Tom’s lap, revealing his long, thin legs with barely any hair on them. His Lycra soccer shorts glistened under the room’s faint light. Jake’s right heel teasingly pressed down the caged cock, while his left sole pointed upward, hypnotizing Tom, his head still glued to the seat with black tape.

From the metal case, Jake pulled out a cigarette and brought one end to his lips. Tom knew nothing about smoking; he tried it once and found it nauseating. The mysterious item turned out to be a green lighter, the expensive kind with a cap that lits up like a torch. As the rolled-up cylinder burnt, Jake inhaled and exhaled, and the smoke started reaching Tom. His eyes grew wide like saucers. This was not tobacco.

“You know what this is, right? Just a few puffs to get us in the mood,” Jake said and coughed with a grin.

Tom knew the smell from school; he’d passed by some older kids huddled in a corner of the parking lot. A well-behaved boy scout, Tom had never given much thought to booze or drugs. And here was this younger kid boasting his own stash of weed in his bedroom.

Tom was scared of the situation—he could get in so much trouble if Jake’s or his parents found out—but he had to admit the sight of Jake smoking turned him on. He was not the first teen to discover forbidden things are sexy—and the boner tenting Jake’s shorts was the cherry on top.
The younger boy looked down at his own crotch, almost surprised of his body’s reaction, and began rubbing it with a smile.

The perfectly rolled joint sticking out from Jake’s mouth lit up, and after holding the smoke inside, the teen blew it toward Tom’s face.
The taped-up boy frowned and growled. He was expecting a nasty smell, but unlike tobacco, this was not unpleasant. It smelled of grass, even lemon?
With a malicious smile, Jake put his feet down and pulled Tom’s chair closer to him. It swiveled effortlessly with Tom bound to it. Jake puffed the joint deep and held the smoke this time. Jake lurched forward, used both his hands to cup Tom’s nose, and blew the smoke straight into his nostrils.

With his head helplessly pinned to the chair, Tom didn’t see it coming. He coughed and thrashed, but Jake leaped on him and straddled his lap, sixty kilograms of further immobilization. The sturdy chair rocked but supported both boys.

“Shh … relax and enjoy it, pet. This is good stuff you won’t find just anywhere.”

Tom mewed and pleaded with his eyes. He wasn’t feeling anything yet, but he didn’t know what to expect. Jake sat firmly on Tom’s crotch and lit up the joint again. The bound boy thought of trying to hold his breath, but to his utter horror, Jake pinched his nose.

“Another one?” Jake said with the joint between his lips.

“Mmmmmmmmm!”

The next thirty seconds seemed like forever to Tom. He dreaded the inevitable, but he also deeply enjoyed Jake’s body so close to him, the nylon shorts swishing on his crotch, the warmth electrifying, his eyes enchanting. When Tom squirmed for oxygen, Jake pulled his hand away. As Tom gasped for air, a full blow of weed smoke assaulted his nostrils again.

Laughing, Jake stepped down from Tom’s lap and sat on the chair in front. As soon as he did, Tom began feeling lightheaded. He worried about fainting. The room seemed distant, all sounds echoed, and his body seemed heavier, almost sinking into the leather computer chair. He blinked his eyes incredulously.

“Good, huh?”

Jake, his eyes already red, laid back on his chair and planted both bare feet on Tom’s chest. Locking his gaze with his victim, he then crawled his sweaty toes up until their tips reached Tom’s nose.

“Or maybe this is what you wanted to smell, foot pet? You wanna be my footstool, don’t you.”

Tom’s heart began beating faster. He was unsure about what to say. His mind was a fog.

“Tell me,” Jake ordered, toying with his captive’s face, covering his nostrils with his toes.

“Mm mmm mm mm mm mmmm!” Tom blurted out, barely believing his words.

“Good boy,” Jake said with a grin. They stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity. Jake fondled his own erection while making Tom sniff his feet in between breaths. He even put some of his precum seeping through the black shorts on his toes to smear it all over his helpless prisoner’s face.
“Too bad you can’t taste it.”

Tom, fully stoned, felt hornier than ever. He closed his eyes, ready to say yes to whatever Jake asked him to do.

“Let’s watch a movie before hitting the sack.”

Without bothering to get up, Jake kicked Tom’s chair around so he faced the computer again. He brought his own chair closer, stood up straight, and started browsing some folders hidden deep inside the filesystem. After Jake quickly typed a password, a list of videos appeared on the screen—the previews showed people tied up in several positions, but Tom couldn’t make them out from the small images.

“This is our private collection. I think you’ll like this one,” Jake explained and double-clicked on a video dated some months before.

Tom held his breath as Alex appeared on the screen. He was shirtless and hogtied with ropes on the floor, wearing just baby-blue shorts. His mouth was sealed with matching tape that crisscrossed his lower face. The boy rolled around what seemed his own basement floor, working up a sweat.
“Like we told you, we used to play escape games a lot. Alex was never much of an escape artist. He is an expert knot-tier, though, as I’m sure you found out.”

Hypnotized by the sight of his crush bound and gagged, Tom melted in his chair. He didn’t think Alex could get any more attractive, but his squirming and moaning drove him wild. If only that damn cage wasn’t trapping his dick.

“So, you like Alex?” Jake asked. “I mean, judging by how you look at him and how he was jealous before.”

Tom assented with a moan, blissfully unaware he was handing over valuable information to Jake.

“Cool. He is a handsome guy, just a bit of a jerk sometimes.” Tom couldn’t help smiling despite the tape trapping his lips.

“Look, let’s make a deal,” Jake said and dangled a small key in front of Tom’s eyes.

“Mmmmm!” His eyes opened wide. Was that the key to his cage?

“I’ll let your birdie roam free. This is against the rules —only owners can remove a pet’s cage— but so is what you just told me. A pet and an owner aren’t supposed to be lovers. We had a bad experience once, and exes can be vengeful. We can’t put our group at risk. So, I won’t tell about you and Alex, but you have to be my secret pet, too, and come whenever I call you. You’re just too cute not to share.”

“Hmmm?” Tom’s eyebrows rose at the revelation, unsure about the pros and cons of the transaction. All sorts of questions about loyalty and betrayal and scheduling around school time arose in his mind, but the desire for relief was stronger.

“C’mon. It’s a win-win deal. You just need to keep your mouth shut.”

Tom rolled his eyes. Did he really have a choice?

Jake didn’t wait for an answer and got down to lowering Tom’s shorts. In no time, the cage was off his manhood, which sprung like a tent. Tom sighed in relief.

The young tormenter turned around and opened a video-recording software on his computer. To Tom’s horror, the webcam on top of the screen started filming him in his chair.

“Insurance,” Jake explained, “so you remember our deal.”

Tom yelled garbled insults as the young schemer sat down next to him and started pumping his erection. The video of Alex tied up was still playing on the computer, offering irresistible fodder for the onlooker’s lust.

“He’s a cutie, isn’t he?” Jake commented as he saw Tom’s eyes glued to the screen.

“Mmm,” the horny prisoner replied, succumbing to his fate. Every now and then, he received a smear of his own precum across his face, Jake’s fingers lingering on the gag.

Motionless, Tom was enjoying being milked. When Jake sensed Tom’s body tensing and shaking, which didn’t take long, he grabbed a sock lying around. He placed it over the throbbing member and collected all the juice spurting from it. Tom saw stars and moaned loudly from the long-overdue orgasm. Panting, he pled preemptively as he figured out what was going to happen with the sock that Jake was rolling into a big creamy mass.
“Mmmm!” Jake tore the tape gagging Tom, removed the old wadding, and inserted the fresh garment. The same shiny black plastic sealed his mouth anew but without strapping him to the headrest.

“Suck,” Jake ordered. “And look at the webcam. You wanted to cum, so you have to drink all of it.”

Mortified, Tom did as told and chewed and washed the sock from his own semen. He audibly swallowed while his captor, out of frame and behind the chair, pumped his own rod.

“Now it’s my turn,” he announced. Tom could only hear Jake’s increased breathing and the frantic jerking motions.

Seconds later, Jake groaned while grabbing a fistful of Tom’s hair. The prisoner knew it was over when another creamed sock was presented to his face, but instead of going into his mouth, it was folded and pressed under his nostrils. A strip of tape kept it in place.

“For tonight,” Jake said.

“Hmm?”

Once recovered, the boy paused the recording and shut his computer down. He cleared the floor of clothes and pushed Tom close to the bunk bed. Winking at his prisoner, he grabbed a towel and went to take a shower. Tom’s weed stupor lingered, and only after focusing on the recent events did it dawn on him that he would probably sleep on the chair. The realization woke his penis up, and he took in the scent he would be smelling all night long. Even though Jake was younger, the semen seemed muskier than his own. The high-end chair was comfy, and he couldn’t get his mind to worry about cramps; all he thought of was getting another orgasm.

“A boner already!” Jake pointed out when he stepped out of the bathroom wearing just boxer briefs. “Well, that one will have to wait. I’m exhausted.”
“Hmmm mmm,” the teen complained as Jake pulled his stained shorts up.

The host turned the lights off, closed the window, and made sure the door was locked. He jumped on his bed, pulling the covers up.

“G’night, pet!”

Tom thought against protesting and making a fuss; he was too tired and relaxed, figuring he would manage to sleep anyway. It could have been worse. He looked down at his second owner, whose eyes were already closed, and did the same.

Overnight, Tom had many vivid dreams involving Jake and Alex. His nostrils received enough stimulation, and his unencumbered boner accompanied the fantasies. Jake woke up twice to check on his prisoner, sneakily stretching a hand out from the bed to fondle him. Hot and bothered, Tom just moaned lustfully in his sleep. The second time, Jake went all in and made him cum again in his shorts. Tom woke up at the very last pumps and squirmed in both surprise and climax. His whimpering faded off soon, secretly wishing he would get another assault later.

***
A loud wheezing sound woke Tom up. He opened his eyes but all he could see was darkness. He wasn’t blindfolded, though. He was still taped up to the computer chair and gagged, Jake’s spunky sock lodged under his nose. The smell had all but disappeared. The noise quickly became clear as it got closer: a vacuum cleaner. As Tom’s eyes adjusted, he could make out drawers and piles of clothes. He concluded he was inside Jake’s walk-in closet, but how did he get there?

The sound grew louder and louder. He could tell someone was in the room, picking up stuff and moving it around.

“Maria! Hey!” Jake shouted over the machine, which eventually went off. “Thanks, but today I’ll clean my room myself.”

The bedroom’s door slammed shut, and instants later, light invaded the closet. Jake peeked inside.

“Well, that was close. Luckily, I put you in here before going down for breakfast.”

Tom blinked hard, his eyes adjusting to the brightness. His body was all sore and in dire need of motion. Noticing the wincing, Jake went to get scissors and detached Tom from the chair. Not that he could resist, but Tom allowed his hands to be cuffed behind his back. Jake marched him into the bathroom and straight into the shower stall, where he stripped his prisoner off his clothes and proceeded to clean him up. Jake wasn’t as delicate as Alex, but Tom still enjoyed the attention. His morning boner confirmed this.

Back in the bedroom, Tom barely got toweled dry when Jake pushed him to the desk, where a bowl of cereal and milk awaited him.

“Hurry up,” Jake ordered as he removed the tape and sock from Tom’s mouth. “We need to leave before my folks get up.”

The dark-haired boy brought the bowl to Tom’s lips and made him gobble it all up in two tries. The milk still dripping from his chin, he was pushed to the closet and helped to get dressed up with Jake’s clothes: yellow soccer shorts, a white t-shirt, and white ankle socks. His shoes were his own.

Tom wasn’t even fully awake yet, and he was being prepared for the trip using the same yellow raincoat as the day before; transparent duct tape plastered his lips. Jake grabbed his backpack and opened the bedroom door. After checking the corridor was clear, he pulled Tom outside and led him downstairs. The cleaning lady was nowhere to be seen, and they made their exit through the kitchen door.

They reached Alex’s house after encountering only stray dogs. Tom thanked the bus stop was empty, lest Jake wanted to repeat the same trick.

“Wait! I almost forgot,” Jake said, slapping his own forehead. He led Tom behind some bushes in Alex’s garden and rummaged inside his backpack.

Tom’s heart sank when he saw the cock cage. Wasting no time, Jake lowered Tom’s shorts and slid it on him, clicking the padlock in place.

“Remember our deal.” Jake rose a menacing finger at the quivering teen, who meekly nodded.

Fully dressed again, Tom followed Jake into the house. Alex had left the back door open, and they quietly made their way down to the basement.
A groggy Alex still in pajamas greeted them from the bed.

“Did it have to be so early?” He complained, scratching his hair.

“I told you, my parents are early risers,” Jake said and pushed Tom forward until he sat on the bed. “Anyway, here we are. The prospect behaved. He’s got my vote to join us.”

“Great, I knew ‘Sammy’ wouldn’t disappoint,” Alex replied and ruffled Tom’s hair. “Now it’s up to Nathan.”

Tom remembered the ordeal wasn’t over. It was Nathan’s turn to spend some time with him. The blond boy was more muscular than his friends or even him.

“Where is he, by the way?”

“He should be here any minute now. He told me he’d go for an early jog. He didn’t say, but I think he wants to offer his fresh socks and shoes to the new pet.”

Tom caught himself finding that both disgusting and hot. Forcing pets to smell footwear seemed like a fixture of this group.

“Ok, we might as well kill time with some practice. Pole tie?”

“You’re on!” Jake jumped off the bed to get things ready.

Tom braced for another day of torture. He couldn’t wait.

[blackbound]

Back from the dead with another banger of a chapter! Worth the wait.

[nchlsh]

Back from the dead with another banger of a chapter! Worth the wait.

I know, I know... getting a chapter every six months does not make for a good reading experience, but @Bondwriter generously commissioned one more, so it will be posted (much sooner) if there is enough interest.

[harveygasson]

Every time a new part of this story is posted it's a major treat! So thanks to you and bondwriter!

[nchlsh]

Every time a new part of this story is posted it's a major treat! So thanks to you and bondwriter!

Thanks! Reader comments are the fuel that keep us going, so keep'em coming!

[Bondwriter]

The number of views tells of the interest readers have for the story. Just saying ...

[nchlsh]

The number of views tells of the interest readers have for the story. Just saying ...

Indeed, although we're never sure those views mean actual readers and more importantly, if they liked it! So, you out there, please leave a comment. Don't think you have to have something deep or smart to say. A simple "I enjoyed it! Keep going" is enough to brighten up a writer's day.

[nchlsh]

Chapter 12

Nathan couldn't contain his excitement and grinned as he trotted down the stairs leading to Alex's basement. He flung the door open, and his grin morphed into a frown.

"Hey! What the heck are you doing? It's my day with him today!"

Alex and Jake were kneeling and holding feathers in their hands. In the middle of both boys was Tom, tied up to one of the basement poles—hanging, rather. Propped onto a stool, his body previously wrapped up with white tape had been stuck to the pole with more tape at ankles, shins, knees, thighs, waist, and chest. Both his arms were taped down as well, only his fingertips visible. His head was glued to the pole with further turns of the white sticky material over his mouth, gagging him and giving him a funny chipmunk look.

His tormentors had removed the stool to let gravity do its job and were busy tickling Tom's bare feet, which hung and flailed around helplessly. Each boy, armed with a feather tip, explored the most sensitive spots, announcing their discoveries to each other like scientists experimenting on a lab rat. Judging by the sweat on Tom's forehead, the tormenting had been going on for a while.

When Tom saw Nathan barging into the room, he yelled into his gag, pleading him to stop Alex and Jake’s tickle torture. They turned around as Nathan approached.

"Relax, we were just warming him up for you," Jake said and got up.

"Where were you anyway?” Alex retorted. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago." He stood up and put the feather away.
Nathan gave them an annoyed look and walked past them to inspect Tom. He dropped two bags on the floor and felt his prisoner's crotch through the soccer shorts, ensuring Tom remained caged as he should.

"I came running asap. It took me ages to find all the stuff in his room."

Between breaths, Tom looked quizzically at Nathan.

"Oh, you didn't tell him?” Nathan said and turned to Tom. “Alex used your phone to text your uncle and ask him to stay over again. He was unsure at first, but then Alex—I mean, you, offered to do the dishes and mow the lawn all summer!"

"MMmmmmggrff!" Tom was now the one frowning. The boys laughed and ruffled the older teen's hair.

"Your uncle was a bit surprised by the offer, but he eventually agreed. He just asked that you return home to pick up clean clothes. So that’s where I enter, the kind friend you told your uncle who would drop by to grab them for you," Nathan continued. "I like your uncle. He's easygoing and fun. He let me into your room, so I had time to snoop around, and boy did I find some interesting stuff."

Nathan opened one of the backpacks and pulled out several coils of rope, plus a small plastic bag with something inside. Tom's eyes grew like saucers when he realized what it was.

"You really should do laundry more often. These socks are nasty," Nathan said as he lifted with two fingers a gray pair that was visibly stained.
Tom was mortified. These were the latest spank socks he'd been using in his bedroom before leaving for boyscout camp. He could only guess the last time they’d been washed. He’d worn them a day or two, and then for three nights in a row it became the wiping cloth for his jacking-off sessions. The sticky garment remained simmering inside his bondage stash under his bed since he’d left. Tom was not storing them for further use; he’d just forgotten to take them to the laundry basket. He cursed at himself.

The three boys sniffed the garments from afar, grimacing in disgust. Nathan swirled the socks, revealing the crumpled fabric, caked with dry semen. He lifted them up to Tom’s face, who whimpered in full earnest as the unbearable aroma hit his nostrils. He genuinely did not want those foul socks anywhere near him, but he also knew that he had no saying about that. He couldn’t explain why, but that contradiction excited him terribly. He would be tenting his shorts so hard were it not for his cage.

“What? Is this how you thank me for going all the way to your place and bringing you clothes?”

Nathan smushed the socks over Tom nostrils, cupping them to trap the scent. The prisoner tried to shake his head, taped to the pole, in vain.

“Dude, that’s so gross!” Jake laughed. Alex was equally disgusted and amused.

“So bad, right?” Nathan told Tom. “This is what you get for being a dirty boy.”

Tom’s muscles tensed as he fought the sticky prison. Stinky feet or socks were one thing; if pressed, Tom could acknowledge he enjoyed them, but this was something else. He mewed in true distress and pleaded with his eyes, only for the boys to roar with laughter. When Tom thought he would pass out, Nathan removed the ghastly things, but the worst was still to come.

“Before we go, we need to change your gag,” Nathan announced. “We can’t risk anyone hearing your whining, so we have to stuff your gob really good.”

“Mmmmmm mmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Tom really pleaded with puppy eyes. His dick throbbed against its confines.

“That’s so sick, dude!” Jake said, laughing alongside Alex, who knew what Nathan would use as stuffing. Tom knew, too, and he began mewling frantically, but Nathan went on cutting the tape pinning his prisoner’s head to the pole. He looked into Tom’s eyes as he did so, a devious smile telling he was dying to inflict the implicit torture.

“They are going in, no question about it,” Nathan explained dead serious as he peeled the last piece of tape from Tom’s lips. “The question is how. If you make a fuss and I have to force them inside, you will be tasting them until dinner—actually, that’s all you’ll get for lunch and dinner.”

Tom’s heart sank. He knew Nathan meant business. Whimpering and begging with his eyes, he allowed Nathan’s fingers to roll the caked socks into his mouth.

“Ahgwhh aghwwww,” Tom pleaded as Nathan filled every cavity with the funky fabric, stretching Tom’s jaws so wide that articulating any speech became impossible.

“Aww, it’s so cute how he’s trying to complain!” Jake said, pinching Tom’s cheek. Alex nodded with just a smile.

Tom gagged instinctively when the taste of dry semen hit his tongue. It was so sour that his tastebuds felt on fire. Nathan’s palm prevented an involuntary expulsion, but he had what was needed to seal the uneasy lips. He motioned the bag to Jake, who brought it closer and pulled out a gag, not a homemade one but a professional kind seen in kinky stores. Tom had never seen such a contraption and felt intimidated; it was made of transparent plastic and had a wide front panel with many straps attached to it. It reminded Tom of an octopus.

“This wasn’t cheap, but it’s worth every penny. We use it on our pets when we want to see or show their stuffed mouths,” Nathan told Tom and placed the panel over his lower face. The straps went around, under, and above his head; two of them trapped his chin from either side and locked his jaws shut; one pulled the panel against his face and buckled at his nape; and yet another, wider one with a hole for his nose, prevented the panel from sliding down by going up to the crown of his head and then down behind it, uniting with the horizontal strap on his nape.

The clear plastic clung tightly to Tom’s wincing face. Unlike most gags, this one showed what happened under it and fully displayed the prisoner’s mouth and the gray stuffing lodged between his lips. Tom’s lips quivered in a futile attempt to push his nasty socks out or mumble for mercy. He realized that strap gags could be as equally effective as tape gags.

Jake brought up his phone in selfie mode so Tom could see himself. “Say cheese!”

Tom blushed deeply at such a humiliating sight, and mewled helplessly when Jake snapped a photo.

The gleam in Nathan’s eyes confirmed that was the effect he was looking for, and he marveled at the sight, grabbing Tom’s chin and inspecting from all angles, adjusting a strap here and there. Jake peered over his friend’s shoulders and poked the front of the panel gag with his index finger, shoving the socks further inside, much to Tom’s distress. Alex stood behind them; he couldn’t hide his pity for his pet, but he was a stickler for the group’s rules. Tom was Nathan’s plaything today.

Once he was satisfied with the gag, Nathan crouched to his backpack.

“I also grabbed some of your um, cleaner socks, if we can call them that,” he said, lifting a pair of white worn-out ankle socks that had seen brighter days. They reeked of teenage boy feet, but at least the stains were of just sweat and dirt. The fabric had become so thin in some spots that holes were forming. Instead of putting them away, however, Nathan kneeled down and slid them up Tom’s bare feet, which had grown sweaty from the past hour of tickling.

“They need some warmth to restore their full powers,” Nathan said with a grin, looking up at Tom, who realized boots were being laced on him rather than the sneakers he’d been wearing at camp.

“I found these in your closet. They’re old and dirty but they’ll keep your feet safe and warm during our walk. I’ll take you to my favorite spot today,” Nathan explained. Nothing made sense to Tom; it was a very hot day, and if he needed to be safe from anything, it was from Nathan.
The animated captor started to undo the many layers of tape gluing Tom to the pole, but then he sighed and gave up. “Guys, you put him up there, so now get him down.”

Employing pocket knives at both sides of the pole, Alex and Jake cut the tape pinning Tom to the pole. Nathan stood in front, waiting to catch his toy like a sack of potatoes. An athletic boy, he had no trouble hoisting the taped-up prisoner over his shoulders and depositing him face down on the couch.

Alex and Jake followed Nathan’s instructions. They cut enough tape to free Tom’s wrists and retied them with thin, white cotton ropes behind his back. The rest of the tape came off his body, and his elbows and knees ended up joined by the same cords. And to make sure he wouldn’t try to pick any knots during the journey, they taped up his hands into shiny useless balls. Tom guessed —correctly— he’d be staying in this tie-up for a while.

They sat him up on the couch and covered him with the trusty, prisoner-concealing yellow raincoat.

"I also got a peek inside your laptop—no password, really? Anyway, I loved your collection. Good thing that I had a USB drive on me to make a copy."

Tom grunted in frustration and rolled his eyes. Didn't they already have enough material to blackmail him and make him do whatever he wanted for years?

“Enough, let’s get going. We’ve got a long trail ahead of us,” Nathan said, pulling his prey up to his feet. Tom stumbled but found his posture, testing how much his bonds allowed him to move. Despite his legs being free, his arms tightly tied behind his back made his chest stick out.

Nathan checked he had everything he needed in his backpack before bidding his friends goodbye. Tom cast a last glance at Alex on the couch. He was trying to find something to watch on the TV and didn’t seem happy that his pet would be away all day. Tom also longed to be reunited with his crush, but it was just one more day of the initiation, and Nathan promised adventure. As he scanned the room, Tom caught Jake’s eyes; he winked and lifted a finger to his lips, reminding him of the deal he’d been manhandled into accepting the night before. A flashback of how Jake used him as a footstool while smoking appeared.

“Mmm!” Nathan interrupted Tom’s daydreaming by pushing him forward. He marched his prisoner out of the basement and, after checking the coast was clear on the ground floor, out of Alex’s house by its rear entrance.

The garden ended at a fence opening onto a back alley, which in turn led to a path towards the woods. Luckily, the handful of houses until the end of the block had similarly high fences covered with bushes, climbing plants, or black shade screens to ensure privacy.

“It’s too early for the neighbors to spot us,” Nathan said, “but joggers do sometimes enter the woods. That’s why we’ll take a detour.”

As they ventured into the woods, the high trees beckoned the boys with a morning-sun charm. The air carried the scent of pine and earth. It took Tom a while to get used to walking bound and gagged, the raincoat’s hood covering the top half of his line of sight. He had seen the ground change from cement to dirt to a tapestry of leaves. The morning exercise felt good, his lungs filling with fresh air for a change, but his tongue provided a constant sour reminder of what was trapped in his gob. Trying to look up at Nathan or mumble something only got Tom a scolding and threats of endless torture when they arrived at their destination. His captor remained quiet for most of the journey and demanded the same from his captive.

Nathan led Tom through patches of wood, clearings, and even a stream. After an hour, the walk became steeper, as if they were going up a hill. Tom worked up a sweat trying to keep up with Nathan and breathed heavily, prevented from expelling air through his mouth. Rocks of increasing sizes began appearing, and with his arms solidly tied behind his back, he soon needed Nathan’s help to climb them. His boots weren’t the most comfortable shoes for this endeavor, but he knew the reasons for his wearing them lay elsewhere. The bottoms of his socks felt humid, and he could only imagine how much they stunk. His member itched when he imagined himself being forced to smell them later, probably while restrained tightly.

When they started going down again, Tom almost fell tripping on a rock. He cursed and wondered why he was still wearing a hood this far off the path. It was only slowing them down by hampering his sight. Was Nathan trying to conceal the location of his spot? Or deter an escape in the middle of nowhere by risking getting lost?

At last, Tom felt a tug on his raincoat, an unmistakable motion for him to stop. A breeze of cold air wafted across his face when the hood was pulled off. Panting, he stood in front of a small cabin. It was nestled between a wall of rock shooting up several meters above and a thick mantle of trees. The thin clearing separating those two environments allowed for a campsite with a fireplace and makeshift wooden seats. The cabin was made up of heavy rocks and looked ancient; one of the walls risked collapsing and had supporting tree trunks from the outside.

“Isn’t it neat? I found it two years ago while hitchhiking. It seems people used to come here decades ago to make moonshine or something because we found broken glass bottles. We repaired it the best we could and made it our little hideout. There’s no phone signal here and the mountain hides it from almost all angles. The perfect spot to have some outdoor activities with our pets!” Nathan broke into a proud smile just as the door of the cabin opened and a boy stepped outside.

“Speaking of pets!”

[Camguy2050]

such a fantastic story
cant. wait to read the next chapter
thanks Nickolas for writing it

[blackbound]

I'm sensing some convergent evolution with my own story here regarding hiking in hot weather! Interesting, I'm looking forward to seeing where you're taking this.

[Bondwriter]

We may only hope this 13th chapter isn't cursed.

[nchlsh]

such a fantastic story
cant. wait to read the next chapter
thanks Nickolas for writing it

Thanks! I have a hard time writing explicit stories, so I'm glad it resonates with readers.

I'm sensing some convergent evolution with my own story here regarding hiking in hot weather! Interesting, I'm looking forward to seeing where you're taking this.

It's the perfect context for TUGs: lots of ropes, trees to tie people to, little clothing needed...

We may only hope this 13th chapter isn't cursed.

Not the curse of the writer's block this time, thankfully!

[harveygasson]

Another great part to this fantastic story!