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Terrence : 02 - The Cousins Grim (mmm/m)

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Terrence : 02 - The Cousins Grim (mmm/m)

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02 - The Cousins Grim
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By Terrence

Thursday, December 15th 2005 - 08:11:13 PM

The Cousins Grim

Thanks for the feedback! I like this following story better than the first.

I live across the street from a respectful lady in her 40's, but rarely see her because she works.

Last summer, three of her nephews, Colin aged 16, Austin aged 15, and Randy aged 13, stayed with her. I went over and tried to make friends on the advice of my mother, but they simply didn't like me. From the first day they met me, Colin accused me of snobbery and I never wished to return.

After about a week, the boys got bored with the video games in their kind aunt's house and wanted to know if I'd play with them. I, naturally, turned them down and this pissed them off deeply, especially Colin. That's where the story begins.

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Colin pulled his long gray socks up as he entered the tall grass. He was wearing green shorts, a white t-shirt and blue skating shoes, and his cousin an brother followed him through the thick, tall field. Austin was right behind, he was wearing a red, name brand t-shirt and jeans with white ankle socks and white skating shoes, and behind Austin was Randy, who was wearing a green t-shirt, black shorts and canary-yellow tube socks rolled down to the top of his black skating shoes. They all waited in tense patience.

Meanwhile, I was walking down the side-walk wearing a white-blue striped t-shirt and jeans with my black vans and white ankle socks. Just then, they attacked. Colin and Austin attacked me at once, pinning me to the ground. After a lot of pushing and confusion, I escaped from their tackle and took off down the sidewalk. I looked behind when all of a sudden I tripped over something and landed straight on my chest in the short grass. I looked to see what tripped me and Randy stood right next to me: it was he who tripped me! He sat on my back, his feet next to my head as his cousin and brother came bounding up to him and exchanging high fives.

I must say, I was half scared, half excited as they held me, Colin's hand over my mouth and led me to their aunt's house. They chattered excitedly as they shut the door and led me to the huge guest area downstairs. Once in their room, I was pushed down and they exchanged congratulations.

"Great job Randy! We got the snob bro!" Colin said.
"Yeah Randy, that was great." Austin replied.
"Thanks," Randy smiled and then asked timidly, "What should we do with him?"
"We'll keep the little snob as our own little prisoner for a while, maybe teach him some manners." Colin said with a malevolent grin.
"I'll get the rope!" Austin said excitedly. He bounded upstairs and 10 seconds later, came back with a few coils of industrial rope. He proceeded to tie my wrists together and then my ankles before putting me in what they called a hogtie.
"You'll never get away with this." I stated, and now regret saying... so cliché.
"Ah shut up!" demanded Colin.
"Make me!" I mocked.
"Fine." Austin replied, "Randy, take off your socks and give them to me."

I was secretly very happy at this moment. I only resisted Austin enough to be convincing, and was surprised at the taste of the dirty socks on such a young lad, they must have been worn a lot because they were even fouler than Jeffery's.

The boys kept me tied and in their basement until their aunt came home from work and chastised them at about 8 pm.

After that, they boys and I played a few actual tie up games, but those are for another time.

Terrence


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