The neighbours (FF/M)

[boundliam]

Not a sequel to my last. In this story Liam is 18 and finished school, looking out of his bedroom window.


Liam pressed his cheek against the cool windowpane. Sweat beaded on his forehead. The late afternoon sun glared off the glass, making him squint.

Below, in the neighbor's garden, two women lay stretched out on loungers. Their tops were discarded beside them. Liam's breath fogged the glass as he watched the curve of a hip shift, a lazy hand trailing over a stomach. He leaned closer, shifting his weight. The old floorboard groaned under his sneaker. He froze, heart hammering against his ribs. Neither woman stirred.

One of them—Sylvie, a52 year old blonde with the sharp laugh that carried over fences—stretched languidly. Her eyes slid open, not toward her friend, but upward. Directly at Liam's window. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. Liam jerked back from the pane, stumbling into his cluttered desk. Pencils scattered. He pressed himself flat against the wall, pulse roaring in his ears. Too late. He knew it in the pit of his stomach.

Silence stretched below as his heart beat like a cannon in his ears. Had he been seen? Then, the low murmur of voices. Getting louder. Not retreating toward their house. Advancing. Toward *his* front door. Panic seized him. He scrambled for his bedroom door, fumbling with the lock. The doorbell rang, sharp and insistent. His mother’s voice floated up, muffled, "Liam? The neighbors are here for you, sweetie!"

He forced himself down the stairs, each step of his bare feet heavy with dread. Sylvie stood framed in the doorway, a bright, unnerving smile plastered on her face. Her friend, Margot – quieter, with watchful green eyes staring iut from behind her curly red hair – hovered just behind. "Liam, darling!" Sylvie chirped, her voice sugary. "We have a little job we thinkmyou could help us with. It’s quite... intricate." Her gaze pinned him, leaving no room for refusal.

“Dint worry.” Chipped in Margit. “We’ll reward younfir your efforts.”

His mother beamed, oblivious. "How lovely! Go on, Liam, don't keep them waiting."

The air outside felt thick, charged. Sylvie’s hand clamped onto Liam’s upper arm, her grip deceptively strong. Margot fell into step beside him, her silence more unnerving than Sylvie’s chatter about needing help with a "stuck garden ornament." They steered him not towards their front gate, but around the side of their house, into the shaded alleyway thick with the scent of damp earth and honeysuckle. Liam’s protest died in his throat as Sylvie’s fingers dug in harder. "Quiet now, sweet boy," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. The back door loomed ahead, slightly ajar.

Inside, the kitchen was dim and cool, blinds drawn against the afternoon sun. Before Liam could process the sudden change, Margot moved with startling speed. Her hands shoved him hard against the fridge door, the metal cold through his thin t-shirt. Sylvie was already pulling rope from a drawer as her friend pulled his shirt iff. Panic surged – a choked cry escaped him. Sylvie’s hand clamped over his mouth, her eyes glinting with predatory amusement. "Shhh," she hissed. "Wouldn’t want the whole street hearing, would we?" His arms were wrenched behind his back. The rough hemp bit into his wrists as Sylvie secured the knots with practiced efficiency.

Margot stepped back, watching with unnerving stillness as Sylvie pushed Liam face diwn on the cool linoleum. Then Margot knelt before him, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she grabbed the hem of his jeans and yanked them down. Liam flinched, cold air hitting his bare skin. His boxers followed in a couple. Of rough, swift tugs, leaving him exposed and trembling on the floor. Sylvie chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Look at him, Margot. Like a startled fish outbof water." As she bound his legs together at ankles and knees.

Margot bound his elbows together and shoved something soft and scented into his mouth befirecwrapping taoe round his head. He realised with hirrorvtheirvworn bikini bittoms were in his mouth.

Liam lay trussed and helpless on the cool linoleum, the women’s shadows falling over him. Sylvie’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down his spine, making him flinch. "Such smooth skin," she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. Margot crouched beside him, her green eyes appraising him like a piece of livestock. Without warning, she gripped his hips and flipped him onto his back. Liam’s muffled protest was lost against the gag as he stared up at the ceiling, exposed and trembling.

“Oh look hiw much he’s enjoying this!” Margot’s voice was a low purr as she watched Liam become more erect.

Sylvie stood, her gaze fixed on Liam’s trembling form. With deliberate slowness, she grasped the hem of her flimsy summer dress. The fabric whispered against her skin as she drew it upward, over rounded hips, past the curve of her stomach, and finally over her head. She dropped it carelessly onto the kitchen tiles, standing fully revealed in the dim light—her blonde curls cascading over bare shoulders, the soft swell of her breasts, the faint silver stretch marks across her abdomen a testament to years lived. She wasn’t posing; it was a casual, terrifying ownership of the space and the boy at her feet.

Beside her, Margot mirrored the movement. Her red hair was a dark halo as she peeled her own dress off, the motion economical and unhurried. Her body was leaner, paler, with a scattering of freckles across her collarbones and the subtle strength of muscle in her arms. She didn’t glance at Liam; her green eyes, sharp and assessing, remained on Sylvie as she let the dress fall. The air thickened with the scent of their sweat, sunscreen, and something deeper, muskier. Two women, naked and utterly in control, looming over the bound teenager.

“What’s the matter? This is what yiunwanted isn’t it?”

Sylvie’s bare foot nudged Liam’s ribs, forcing a choked gasp through the gag as he twisted against his bonds. Her laughter echoed, low and rich, while Margot’s fingers slid into his hair, gripping hard as she tilted his head back. The scent of chlorine and coconut oil clung to their skin, overwhelming as Sylvie straddled his chest, her weight pinning him. Her thighs pressed against his shoulders, warm and unyielding. Liam squeezed his eyes shut, but the heat radiating from her core was inescapable, a humid, musky presence inches from his face.

Margot’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. "Open your eyes, boy. Or I’ll make you." When Liam hesitated, her hand cracked across his cheek—stinging, humiliating. His eyes flew open to find Sylvie shifting lower, her wetness glistening as she lowered herself onto his mouth. The gag muffled his cry, but the smell of desire flooded his senses as she ground against him, her moans vibrating through his skull. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she rocked, relentless.

Then Margot moved. She stood up, her shadow falling over Liam like a shroud. With deliberate, silent steps, she circled his bound body. Her bare foot pressed down—not on his stomach, not on his thigh—but squarely between his legs. Liam’s whole body arched in agony, a silent scream tearing through him as the pressure intensified. Margot’s expression remained cold, detached, as she watched his face contort. "That’s for spying," she sneered, her heel digging in just enough to make stars burst behind his eyes. "Now be useful."

Sylvie shifted above him, tearing his gag off and grinding harder against his mouth. "He’s learning," she gasped, her hips undulating. "Taste it, boy. Taste what you wanted." Liam gagged against the bikini fabric, the salt and musk overwhelming as Sylvie’s moans grew louder. Her thighs trembled against his cheeks, her pleasure building. Below, Margot’s foot eased slightly, a cruel reprieve that left Liam trembling. She watched, a predator assessing her prey, as Sylvie’s climax shuddered through her, pressing Liam’s face deeper into her slick heat.

Then Margot moved. She yanked Sylvie off Liam with surprising strength, spinning her around. Before Sylvie could protest, Margot forced her arms behind her back, binding her wrists with the same rough hemp rope that held Liam. Sylvie laughed breathlessly, "Oh, feeling possessive?" Margot silenced her with a thick rubber ball gag, strapping it tight behind Sylvie’s blonde curls. Her eyes widened—not in fear, but in dark excitement—as Margot shoved her toward Liam’s prone body. "Now you," Margot commanded Sylvie, her voice icy. "Ride him. Hard."

Sylvie obeyed, lowering herself onto Liam with a gasp. Her wet heat engulfed him as she sank down, her bound arms straining as she braced against his chest. Liam cried out, the sensation overwhelming—her tightness, her weight, the raw musk of her arousal. Above him, Margot straddled his face, her thighs clamping his head as she settled over his mouth. Her scent was different—sharper, saltier—as she ground against his lips. "Lick," she ordered, her fingers digging into his scalp. "Or Sylvie stops."

Liam obeyed, his tongue tracing desperate circles. Margot moaned, her hips rolling in slow, demanding arcs. Sylvie matched the rhythm, rising and falling on Liam’s cock with ragged breaths, her gag muffling her cries. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the sounds of their bodies: wet slaps, choked gasps, the creak of rope. Margot reached down, tangling her fingers in Sylvie’s hair, pulling her close until their breasts pressed together. They kissed fiercely above Liam, tongue sliding as they rocked against him in tandem, trapping him in a feverish embrace.

He was lost in sensation – Sylvie’s tight heat milking him, Margot’s slick folds smothering his mouth, the women’s entangled bodies arching and shuddering above him. Margot broke the kiss, panting, her green eyes locking onto Sylvie's. "Feel him twitch, Sylvie," she gasped, grinding harder against Liam’s face. "He’s close." Sylvie whimpered against her gag, her bound hands flexing as she slammed down harder, her climax building visibly in the frantic roll of her hips.

Margot’s hand snaked down between Sylvie’s legs, her fingers finding the swollen bud beneath Liam’s thrusts. Sylvie’s eyes flew wide, a muffled scream tearing from the ball gag as Margot’s touch pushed her over the edge. Her inner walls clamped down on Liam in pulsing waves, triggering his own release. He bucked beneath her, a strangled cry escaping as he spilled into her convulsing heat. Margot watched, a satisfied smirk twisting her lips as Sylvie collapsed forward, trembling, onto Liam’s chest.

The stillness that followed was thick, broken only by ragged breathing. Margot dismounted Liam’s face, her movements brisk and efficient. She untied Sylvie’s wrists first, the rope falling away. Sylvie spat out the rubber gag, her laugh breathless and raw as she rolled off Liam. "My turn to watch," she rasped, wiping sweat from her brow. Margot didn’t speak. She knelt and sliced through the ropes binding Liam’s ankles and knees with a small knife she produced from a drawer. "Up," she commanded, her voice flat. "Now."

Liam scrambled awkwardly to his feet, his legs trembling, the ghost of Sylvie’s heat still clinging to him. Margot grabbed his hair and shoved him toward the kitchen door leading deeper into the house. "Up," Sylvie ordered from behind, a sharp prod between his shoulder blades emphasizing the word. He stumbled forward, hopping on unsteady legs through the dim hallway, the cool air raising goosebumps on his bare skin. The stairs loomed ahead. "Up," Margot repeated, her hand firm on the small of his back, propelling him onto the first step. He staggered awkwardly, each jolt sending fresh waves of humiliation through him, acutely aware of the women’s eyes on his exposed backside.

The bedroom was dominated by a large, rumpled bed. Sylvie moved past him with purpose, pulling open a dresser drawer. Margot shoved Liam against the wall beside the doorframe, her green eyes cold. "Stay." Sylvie returned, holding thick velvet cords. Without ceremony, she pushed Margot backward onto the bed. Margot offered no resistance, spreading her arms wide against the headboard, a faint, challenging smirk on her lips as Sylvie secured her wrists tightly to the ornate bedposts. "Comfortable?" Sylvie purred, running a finger down Margot’s sternum. Margot’s only reply was a slow arch of her back.

Sylvie turned, her gaze locking onto Liam. She grabbed his arm, her grip bruising, and dragged him forward. "Your turn to serve," she hissed, shoving him roughly between Margot’s spread legs. Liam stumbled, his face inches from Margot’s slick folds. The musky scent was overwhelming. Sylvie’s hand pressed firmly on the back of his head, forcing him down. "Eat," she commanded, her voice sharp. "Make her scream."

Liam obeyed, his tongue tracing desperate circles over Margot’s swollen flesh. She arched against her bonds, a low groan escaping her lips as he found her clit. Her thighs tensed around his ears, trapping him in place. Sylvie watched, her breath quickening, one hand sliding down her own body. "Deeper," Margot gasped, bucking against Liam’s mouth. "Faster." He increased the pressure, his tongue flicking relentlessly. Margot’s moans grew louder, sharper, filling the room.

Sylvie’s hand suddenly clamped on Liam’s hair, shoving him forward . Margot whimpered at the sudden jolt. "Enough teasing," Sylvie declared, her eyes dark. She shoved Liam face-first into Margot’s curly hair on the bed beside. His legs kicked as Sylvie grabbed his ankles, securing them together with fresh hemp cords. Then she stepped back, pulling a worn leather belt from the dresser drawer. The buckle jingled ominously. "Such a naughty boy needs discipline," she purred, running the cool leather over his trembling buttocks. “The Faster Margi cums, the sooner the spanking stops.”

[Escapee4520]

Great beginning! Please let there be more!

[SubBondageBoy]

Plz have him be hogtied and ballgagged overnight in their house