Big Brother: the Henry Trilogy. CONCLUDED (m/m+m/mm)
Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2024 6:44 pm
The following story is the first part of three that are connected with each other. I will write the other parts in the coming days.
It was a boring Tuesday afternoon, and I was home with my older brother Henry. At 16 years old, he was trusted to look after me when our parents were out. My older sister was in college and my younger sister was with our mom, while my dad was at work. Not that I needed much looking after. When I was home, I either kept to my room or went in the back yard and let my imagination run wild!
On this particular day, I was reading some historical book about a solider in the Vietnam War who was captured and held at the Hanoi Hilton. This, of course, set my imagination running wild, and my heart was quickly set on the desire to experience a TUG. My typical partners in these were my dad or little sister Ashley, although Henry had tied me up on occasion, albeit usually incidental. However, he was the only other person home with me, and as I had not mastered the art of selfbondage (which to this date I still haven't), I collected some ropes and a bandana and I headed downstairs.
I found Henry in the basement, pacing around with the door closed, as per usual. Typically, he was either listening to music while doing this, or else he was on his computer in his game room. I knocked, and when he didn't answer, I opened the door. Henry was walking in a circle and couldn't hear me, and he gave a little start when he turned around and spotted me, but he stopped his music and looked up.
"Hey Jeff, what's up?" He sounded mildly annoyed at having been interrupted, and I paused momentarily, wondering if I should just turn around and leave him alone. Then he noticed what I had in my hands. "What'cha got there?" Henry asked.
"I wanted to see if we could play a game" I asked nervously.
Henry frowned. "What sort of a game?"
"Well, I was reading a book about the Hanoi Hilton, and I wanted to play a game about that."
"Okay...so, like how do we play?"
I gulped, but it was now or never, so I pressed forward. "I want to be your prisoner," I blurted out. I knew Henry was aware that I liked being captured, but since I had never just blatantly approached him about it, I wasn't sure how he would react.
Thankfully, he rolled with it. Taking out his headphones and setting aside his music player, he shrugged and said "okay, I'm down."
I gave him a smile and approached him to hand over the rope. He took it, and I turned around, waiting for him to get to work.
"Not so fast," Henry said. "I need to catch you first. Go hide!"
I lit up and bolted from the room. This made the game way more fun, having some sort of evasion involved. As it turned out, I was actually a bit too good at hiding. I was always a small boy, and even at age 13 could squeeze myself into tight spaces, so I hid myself behind our dad's desk in his office. Henry came into the room at one point and looked everywhere except where I was hidden, but left without finding me. After about a half hour, he called out from downstairs "Alright, I give up. You win!"
I scurried out of hiding with a smile, and sauntered down to where Henry sat in the living room. "Ha!" I bragged. "You couldn't find me!"
"Oh I beg to differ," said Henry, with a smirk growing on his face.
The realization set over me. This was all a trick to lure me out! And as delighted as I was to be captured, I also had planned to revel in outsmarting my older brother, but instead it had been him who outsmarted me.
Before I could react, Henry lunged and tackled me to the ground. I struggled briefly, but the moment I felt rope against my bare skin, every ounce of resistance in me melted away. I simply relaxed and gave myself in to the sensation of being tied up. Rope went around my wrists over and over until they were bound firmly behind my back. Henry then hoisted me to my feet and took the second rope, wrapping it over my chest and arms, pulling it tightly to trap my limbs against my torso. Finally, the bandana was placed in my mouth and secured with a knot behind my head.
"You've been captured!" declared Henry, and a thrill shot through my whole body. It had happened. I had been caught, fair and square, defeated, and now trussed up and helpless, completely at the mercy of my older brother. "Move, prisoner!" he ordered.
I complied readily. I was feeling genuinely embarrassed at having been tricked by Henry, as well as humiliated at being bound and gagged by him, but those feelings only added to the joy of the experience. I was marched roughly, feet shuffling, as I trudged my way down the stairs and into the basement.
"Welcome to your new home!" declared Henry. "You are now a prisoner of war!" With that, he shoved me into a mattress that we stored down in the basement. I fell, but it was a soft landing. Henry stood over me, grinning. "Not so tough now, are you? You fancied yourself a brave soldier, but here you are, powerless, tied up. How does it feel to be a helpless captive?"
It felt great! But I wouldn't have admitted that even if I could, and fortunately there was a gag in my mouth, so all I did was blush, as I felt completely exhilarated. Henry then spent the next hour holding me captive. I was regularly dragged off the mattress and herded around the room while he pretended to be moving me from place to place. One time he loosed my arms, but kept my hands tied, and used the rope to bind my feet and put me in a hogtie, at which point he sat on me and gloated about how helpless I was. Another time he fully untied me, but left the gag in, only to re-tie my hands above my head so he could expose my armpits and tickle me mercilessly. Finally, I was returned to my mattress, hands and arms bound once more.
Henry looked over me for a moment, as if deciding what to do. Finally, he removed the gag from my mouth and sat down beside me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Henry broke the silence.
"Jeff," he started. "Why do you like being captured so much?"
I blushed. I wasn't really sure how to put it into words. "I guess I've just read so many stories of heroes who got captured, and I want to be like them."
"But don't you want to escape and win the day?"
I shrugged as best I could with my arms bound like they were. "That's less important to me." Again, more silence. "I also just like being tied up," I said.
I was very quiet. Too quiet, in fact. "What was that?" asked Henry.
I tried to repeat myself, but my embarrassment took over. "Have you ever been tied up?" I ended up asking.
Henry looked off into the distance for a while before answering. "One time I was hanging out with Jimmy and a bunch of our friends, and we ended up having a Nerf war. Jimmy and I were on the same team, and we had gone into enemy territory to scout ahead. All of a sudden, we ran into an ambush. Three enemy in front of us, three behind us. We threw down our weapons and raised our hands."
Henry's face set in such a way that I couldn't read him. I squirmed slightly in my bonds as I listened intently. Henry cleared his throat and continued. "They marched us with our hands on our heads back to where their base was set up. They ended up herding us into a playhouse and set a guard over us. Occasionally they would take one of us out to question us. The torture was mild, just splashing with water or a little tickling. We didn't crack, though."
"Did they tie you up?" I asked.
Henry shook his head. "No, they didn't. But in a strange way, I almost wanted them to."
"Why is that?"
Henry shrugged. "Same reason as you, I guess. It was actually kinda thrilling to be captured. I felt like a real prisoner of war in a way. But that would have taken it to a while new level."
I decided to shoot my shot here. "If you...ever want..." I started. "...I could tie you up."
At this, Henry laughed. "Dream on, bro." And with that, he stuffed the gag back in my mouth. The torture was over at that point, but he kept me bound and gagged down there with him while he listened to music. Then our mom got home and he untied me so we could go help with groceries.
And that was the end of that adventure. However, it would only be a precursor to a new phase of my TUG life.
It was a boring Tuesday afternoon, and I was home with my older brother Henry. At 16 years old, he was trusted to look after me when our parents were out. My older sister was in college and my younger sister was with our mom, while my dad was at work. Not that I needed much looking after. When I was home, I either kept to my room or went in the back yard and let my imagination run wild!
On this particular day, I was reading some historical book about a solider in the Vietnam War who was captured and held at the Hanoi Hilton. This, of course, set my imagination running wild, and my heart was quickly set on the desire to experience a TUG. My typical partners in these were my dad or little sister Ashley, although Henry had tied me up on occasion, albeit usually incidental. However, he was the only other person home with me, and as I had not mastered the art of selfbondage (which to this date I still haven't), I collected some ropes and a bandana and I headed downstairs.
I found Henry in the basement, pacing around with the door closed, as per usual. Typically, he was either listening to music while doing this, or else he was on his computer in his game room. I knocked, and when he didn't answer, I opened the door. Henry was walking in a circle and couldn't hear me, and he gave a little start when he turned around and spotted me, but he stopped his music and looked up.
"Hey Jeff, what's up?" He sounded mildly annoyed at having been interrupted, and I paused momentarily, wondering if I should just turn around and leave him alone. Then he noticed what I had in my hands. "What'cha got there?" Henry asked.
"I wanted to see if we could play a game" I asked nervously.
Henry frowned. "What sort of a game?"
"Well, I was reading a book about the Hanoi Hilton, and I wanted to play a game about that."
"Okay...so, like how do we play?"
I gulped, but it was now or never, so I pressed forward. "I want to be your prisoner," I blurted out. I knew Henry was aware that I liked being captured, but since I had never just blatantly approached him about it, I wasn't sure how he would react.
Thankfully, he rolled with it. Taking out his headphones and setting aside his music player, he shrugged and said "okay, I'm down."
I gave him a smile and approached him to hand over the rope. He took it, and I turned around, waiting for him to get to work.
"Not so fast," Henry said. "I need to catch you first. Go hide!"
I lit up and bolted from the room. This made the game way more fun, having some sort of evasion involved. As it turned out, I was actually a bit too good at hiding. I was always a small boy, and even at age 13 could squeeze myself into tight spaces, so I hid myself behind our dad's desk in his office. Henry came into the room at one point and looked everywhere except where I was hidden, but left without finding me. After about a half hour, he called out from downstairs "Alright, I give up. You win!"
I scurried out of hiding with a smile, and sauntered down to where Henry sat in the living room. "Ha!" I bragged. "You couldn't find me!"
"Oh I beg to differ," said Henry, with a smirk growing on his face.
The realization set over me. This was all a trick to lure me out! And as delighted as I was to be captured, I also had planned to revel in outsmarting my older brother, but instead it had been him who outsmarted me.
Before I could react, Henry lunged and tackled me to the ground. I struggled briefly, but the moment I felt rope against my bare skin, every ounce of resistance in me melted away. I simply relaxed and gave myself in to the sensation of being tied up. Rope went around my wrists over and over until they were bound firmly behind my back. Henry then hoisted me to my feet and took the second rope, wrapping it over my chest and arms, pulling it tightly to trap my limbs against my torso. Finally, the bandana was placed in my mouth and secured with a knot behind my head.
"You've been captured!" declared Henry, and a thrill shot through my whole body. It had happened. I had been caught, fair and square, defeated, and now trussed up and helpless, completely at the mercy of my older brother. "Move, prisoner!" he ordered.
I complied readily. I was feeling genuinely embarrassed at having been tricked by Henry, as well as humiliated at being bound and gagged by him, but those feelings only added to the joy of the experience. I was marched roughly, feet shuffling, as I trudged my way down the stairs and into the basement.
"Welcome to your new home!" declared Henry. "You are now a prisoner of war!" With that, he shoved me into a mattress that we stored down in the basement. I fell, but it was a soft landing. Henry stood over me, grinning. "Not so tough now, are you? You fancied yourself a brave soldier, but here you are, powerless, tied up. How does it feel to be a helpless captive?"
It felt great! But I wouldn't have admitted that even if I could, and fortunately there was a gag in my mouth, so all I did was blush, as I felt completely exhilarated. Henry then spent the next hour holding me captive. I was regularly dragged off the mattress and herded around the room while he pretended to be moving me from place to place. One time he loosed my arms, but kept my hands tied, and used the rope to bind my feet and put me in a hogtie, at which point he sat on me and gloated about how helpless I was. Another time he fully untied me, but left the gag in, only to re-tie my hands above my head so he could expose my armpits and tickle me mercilessly. Finally, I was returned to my mattress, hands and arms bound once more.
Henry looked over me for a moment, as if deciding what to do. Finally, he removed the gag from my mouth and sat down beside me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Henry broke the silence.
"Jeff," he started. "Why do you like being captured so much?"
I blushed. I wasn't really sure how to put it into words. "I guess I've just read so many stories of heroes who got captured, and I want to be like them."
"But don't you want to escape and win the day?"
I shrugged as best I could with my arms bound like they were. "That's less important to me." Again, more silence. "I also just like being tied up," I said.
I was very quiet. Too quiet, in fact. "What was that?" asked Henry.
I tried to repeat myself, but my embarrassment took over. "Have you ever been tied up?" I ended up asking.
Henry looked off into the distance for a while before answering. "One time I was hanging out with Jimmy and a bunch of our friends, and we ended up having a Nerf war. Jimmy and I were on the same team, and we had gone into enemy territory to scout ahead. All of a sudden, we ran into an ambush. Three enemy in front of us, three behind us. We threw down our weapons and raised our hands."
Henry's face set in such a way that I couldn't read him. I squirmed slightly in my bonds as I listened intently. Henry cleared his throat and continued. "They marched us with our hands on our heads back to where their base was set up. They ended up herding us into a playhouse and set a guard over us. Occasionally they would take one of us out to question us. The torture was mild, just splashing with water or a little tickling. We didn't crack, though."
"Did they tie you up?" I asked.
Henry shook his head. "No, they didn't. But in a strange way, I almost wanted them to."
"Why is that?"
Henry shrugged. "Same reason as you, I guess. It was actually kinda thrilling to be captured. I felt like a real prisoner of war in a way. But that would have taken it to a while new level."
I decided to shoot my shot here. "If you...ever want..." I started. "...I could tie you up."
At this, Henry laughed. "Dream on, bro." And with that, he stuffed the gag back in my mouth. The torture was over at that point, but he kept me bound and gagged down there with him while he listened to music. Then our mom got home and he untied me so we could go help with groceries.
And that was the end of that adventure. However, it would only be a precursor to a new phase of my TUG life.
