Jason Toddman : 03 - Watch the Birdie (m+/m+)

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03 - Watch the Birdie
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By Jason Toddman

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by xtc » Thu Sep 29, 2011 3:34 am

OK, I thought an explanation was necessary.

During the update, all the pictures became invisible to members in the archives. As this is a genuine collaboration between Jason Toddman and me (Xtc), the text and illustrations are, in my opinion, both equally important. I have re-worked the text to accommodate the illustrations that Jason wanted to draw and Jason has provided more pictures and adapted them on demand to accommodate the text I wanted to write.

As we're only half way through the project, Zanev has suggested we re-submit it.


PS If we can sort out the problems, I'll try to get the pics back into "On the Market". There are at least two more parts of that to come too but they are really sequels so I won't bother to re-post the lot.

OK. Enough! Here goes:

WATCH THE BIRDIE
A Collaboration With Jason Toddman

The Photograph

A photograph was obviously called for. That was easy enough; you just set the camera on a tripod, set the timer and watch the birdie. The problem is that someone always gets left out.

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ARTWORK BY JASON TODDMAN : STORY BY XTC
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The Plot

All the boys were fed up with the way their little brothers were always imposed upon them whenever they had a chance of a sleepover with their friends. There was always at least one, usually the host, who had to put up with some little tic spoiling their fun. Then one night it happened: no parents. Geoff's folks had gone visiting for the weekend and reckoned that, at the age of sixteen, he could be trusted to look after his little brother, Morton, while they were away and not to get up to anything of which they wouldn't approve. Some parents never learn.

As soon as Geoff knew what was going to happen, he rang his friends and started to make arrangements. Could they all bring their little brothers for a sleepover weekend? The very idea was greeted with derision until Geoff explained his plan. Each pair of brothers should arrive at carefully pre-arranged times so that no two pairs coincided. Then the little brother of the pair would be "persuaded" into his pyjamas, bound and gagged and prepared for his night of tied imprisonment. Put like that, Geoff's suggestion suddenly sounded like a much better idea.

The five boys had a good three weeks to gather their equipment and to make group decisions. By the Wednesday before the weekend the plot was water-tight.

Tom Gets Surprised

Before his guests could arrive, Geoff had to do something about his own little brother. His idea was brilliant but it required split second timing between him and Jonny. Geoff persuaded Morton that he needed him to get supplies that he had "forgotten" to buy. He made sure that Morton would need to visit several different stores to get everything that was needed but that, as long as he used his bike, it should take no longer than an hour. He handed over enough of the money that their parents had left them to cover the bills and sent him on his way.

Right on time Jonny and his little brother, Tom, arrived and Geoff greeted them and showed them to their rooms. His home was somewhat on the large side and he managed to convince Tom that all the "big boys" were going to crash out on the living room floor while their little brothers could all camp out in the cellar, which was Geoff's very well appointed games room. What little brother could turn down an opportunity like that? Tom was taken down to the games room and started to inflate his camping mattress. He didn't get finished.

There was a hissing noise as Tom hit the mattress face down with his arms in a full nelson and his big brother lying on top of him. "Surprise! Now do what you're told and things might not be quite so painful. Get it?"

"What the . . .?"

"Get it?" asked Jonny again as he smashed Tom's face into what was left of the mattress and stressed his arms a bit more.

"OK, OK, Get off me."

"Stand up." Jonny and Tom struggled to their feet with Tom still firmly in the nelson hold. "Don't even think of resisting or my colleague here will be forced to get a little rough with you. The small blonde kid tried to look up into the black guy's face. He didn't like the grin he saw.

Geoff stood firmly on both of Tom's feet with each of his own and unzipped his trousers. Tom nearly managed to jerk himself free from the two older boys but not nearly enough. The smaller boy's trousers were easily removed from that situation as Jonny lifted his feet from the ground. Geoff wrenched off Tom's footwear and quickly bound his ankles with packing tape. A few layers of tape just below his knees and a few more above his knees and Tom was starting to get the idea.

Although he was now protesting volubly, it didn't really matter as there was no one else around but they'd soon have to do something about it. Until then they still had plenty of time to immobilise their victim before Geoff's little brother came home and the other guests were due.

Geoff explained what was about to happen and asked Tom whether he wanted to co-operate or whether he was going to enjoy finishing stripping him before he was tied up. Jonny applied just a little more pressure to help him decide. Tom agreed to do it himself, he had little choice with his legs already secured and two older boys who would plainly enjoy humiliating him even more.

Tom Gets Made Comfortable

Jonny released his little brother and went over to his bag to find his pyjamas while Geoff supervised his forced strip to the waist. Off came the smart shirt and off came the t-shirt. Jonny threw Tom's pj jacket at him and watched him put it on and button it up. He then ordered the smaller blonde to lie face down on the floor. Tom thought about arguing but what was the point? He had the choice: he could either be bound helplessly or he could be bound helplessly after having been knocked around a bit. He fell clumsily to the floor and presented his arms for Geoff's extensive ministrations with the packing tape. When Geoff had finished, Tom had his arms bound almost immovably and his big brother pulled him onto his knees in which position the taping continued until his paisley-covered arms were clamped firmly to his sides.

Geoff and Jonny examined their handiwork critically. "Do you think there's something we've forgotten?"

"I don’t think so."

"What's that noise?"

"Oh, yes, that's what we've forgotten: my little brother has a nervous disposition, we don't want him frightened as soon as he gets home."

"You're such a considerate brother." replied Jonny as he folded both his own brother's socks into a tight bundle. "Open wide."

Tom tried frantically to avoid what was coming but, once his head had been restrained, and his cheeks pinched skilfully by Geoff, his mouth came open and in they went. Geoff clamped his hand over the smaller boy's mouth while his friend collected a huge roll of surgical tape.

"Believe me, this stuff leaves a residue that really shows against blondes." Jonny assured his little brother. That grin from Geoff was even wider than before; it's a pity that Tom couldn't see it. Jonny reckoned that about five turns of the tape should hold the socks in place but Geoff said that the result didn't look too attractive.

Jonny agreed and added a good few rounds of bandage which he held in place with a metal clip.

The older boys agreed that that looked better, shame about the dark blue briefs with the little yellow ducks on them but they knew that Morton would soon return and didn't want him to go without his welcoming party. The games room was at the back of the house and Morton was almost certain to arrive at the front door so he shouldn't hear Tom as he arrived with the shopping. Now all they had to do was make sure that Tom couldn't wander off too far.

In the games room was a full size snooker table, an old one with a slate bed. It was heavy as hell and very solidly made. The fairly ornate legs were going to be useful during the next few hours. The unfortunate Tom was dragged over to one leg, forced by Geoff to sit against it while his brother provided two further generous applications of packing tape, one round both his neck and the leg and the other pulling his waist close to the leg 'so that he couldn't slip dangerously'.

Geoff agreed that Jonny was, indeed, a very considerate big brother. "One down; four to go."

"High fives?"

"High fives!"

Both the older boys went upstairs to await the return of Geoff's little brother.

Morton Returns

Morton came in and carried the shopping through to the kitchen where, as soon as he'd dropped it on the table, he felt his left arm wrenched into an uncomfortable back-hammer by his brother. It was a hot day and Morton had already removed his shirt for his ride home.

"Nice of you to get ready," said Geoff as he shoved his little brother until he was bent over the kitchen table. "Got that pj jacket I went upstairs for, Jonny?"

"Yep, here it is." Morton saw his maroon pyjama jacket shoved in his face.

"Your little mates were invited for a sleepover in the games room. We just thought you'd like to get started early." Morton's reservations about the motives behind his brother's invitation were proving far from unfounded. He knew from past experience that his big brother could make him comply with his 'requests' and, with Jonny there as well, he knew that resistance was pointless. "Now, are you going to get ready for bed or are we going to help you?"

Morton told his brother and his blonde-haired mate how much he loved them both (not) but did agree to do what he was told. He knew it was the healthier option. Following a quick shove of his face onto the table, Geoff released the bare-chested smaller kid and watched him put on the pj jacket. He then threw the bottoms at him. "And these."

Morton pulled off his trainers and wished he hadn't worn socks because he knew where they were about to end up. He took them off and resignedly handed them to Jonny who immediately prepared them for insertion and put them down on the table. He looked at the older boys and reluctantly removed his cargo shorts before picking up the pj bottoms and starting to climb into them.

Then There Were Two

"Who told you you could keep your boxers on?"

"Perverts."

"No, we're just concerned about your health and hygiene."

"Need any help?"

"Not from a pair of pervs." Saying which, Morton turned to face a wall, dropped his boxers and pulled up his pyjama bottoms as quickly as he could, buttoning them before turning round.

Morton quickly found his arm wrenched up his back again as Geoff frog-marched him down to the games room and Jonny collected his unsavoury socks from the table.

There was little surprise in the two youngest boys' eyes when they saw one another but Morton did manage a quick apology for inviting his friend to the 'sleepover'.

Lifelong experience had taught Morton that resisting his big brother was pointless and it didn't take the two oldest boys long to have him wrapped in packing tape just like Tom, including the 'artistically enhanced' gag. A very short time after that found him sitting against the leg of the snooker table next to where the blonde lad was bound with more packing tape holding his neck and his waist tightly against the leg.

Both of the captives wished that the legs of the table were not quite as ornate because the thicker sections dug into their backs.

More high-fives. "Two down, three to go."

Geoff and Jonny went up to the kitchen to get refreshments, but not for Morton & Tom. As they went, they discussed how dealing with the 'tics' was going to get easier as each guest arrived as there would only ever be one younger brother to 'welcome' but one more of the older ones with each new arrival.

Percy Finds the Games Room

After a fizzy drink and a couple of chocolate biscuits, Geoff answered the doorbell. He quickly reappeared with Adam and Percy.

"Hi, you two. Our brothers have already made themselves comfortable in the games room." explained Jonny. "Why don't you go down and join them, Percy?"

Percy held onto his bag and headed quickly for the basement followed quietly by the other three. He was several steps down before he was brought up short by the sight of his two friends. Too late; there was only one door to the basement and his brother was already standing in it with his grinning friends looking over his shoulders.

"Surprise!"

"What the . . ?"

"Now," said Adam, "if you'd just like to whip 'em off, Percy, you can join your two little mates."

Percy's language at that stage would have made a gargoyle blush. The older boys just grinned and Adam held his index finger to his lips and slowly shook his head. Percy chose not to take the advice, dropped his bag and made a run for it towards the door. His brother simply grabbed him round the chest and carried him down the stairs while he attempted to kick and punch him. Unfortunately for him, Percy was wearing flip-flops and the kicking made very little impression on the larger boy. By the time he had been taken down the stairs, Adam's two friends were on the job and had locked out his elbows painfully stopping the barrage of ineffectual punches.

Adam let go of his little brother and Geoff and Jonny immediately had him on his knees.

"Take my advice, bro', don't use that sort of language. Jonny's a bit sensitive about it." In spite of the pain, Percy didn't seem to want to take his big brother's advice. "Got something I can use, boys?"

Geoff indicated a dog-toy ball on the snooker table and the, by now, slightly smaller roll of surgical tape. All of a sudden Percy went quiet.

"Too late, crap-head, open up." With just a little more pain applied to his arms and with his big brother pulling his head back suddenly by his strawberry blonde hair, Percy opened his mouth for long enough for Adam to force the ball behind his teeth and clamp it into place with his hand. Geoff changed position so that he could hold Percy in place without help and without encroaching upon his head. That freed Jonny to go into action with the surgical tape. He used lots.

Unlike his blue-eyed little brother, Adam had brown eyes and his hair was a reddish shade of brown. He added the bandage to Percy's gag; it seemed to be becoming a sort of uniform.

Percy the Parcel

Once he was gagged, Percy stopped struggling so feverishly, being in that situation made him realise the game was up. Geoff loosened his lock on the new arrival slightly and hauled him to his feet. "Your honour, I believe." said the good host indicating that Adam should have the pleasure of taping his little brother with the packing tape that Jonny had handed him. "Just a word in your ear," continued the host to his latest prisoner, "There's three of us and one of you. There's no way you have any more chance than they had of not being taped up." indicating the boys sitting helpless against the legs of the snooker table. "How painful you want this to be is up to you. We haven't hog-tied anyone yet. Or hung them from the multi-gym."

"Or stripped anyone naked."

Once Adam had noticed Morton's pyjamas and Tom's pj top, he thought he ought to explain about his little brother. "Little tic won't wear his jim-jams, reckons they're for little kids. Skanky little git just gets in wearing his boxers."

Well, that made the next stage easier. Geoff applied just a bit more pressure again and said one word, "Strip?"

Percy nodded as best he could.

The three big brothers stood back while Percy removed his cut-off jeans and his shirt with the flame pattern on it. His flip-flops had long since departed his feet so that left him standing in just his loose white boxers that were closely covered in tiny grey spots.

"OK, Perce boy, legs together and brace yourself." Adam was going to enjoy this.

Percy Stood to attention and Adam started by wrapping more turns than necessary round his ankles. He then worked gradually up his brother's legs until he reached his bum, trapping his boxers on the way. As he started on the way down again, Jonny prepared another roll of packing tape. The one that was in use ran out as Adam reached just below his brother's knees so he started the new roll there with his trade-mark more turns than necessary. By the time Adam had reached his ankles again, poor Percy had great difficulty standing up straight and balancing but he was determined not to give the big kids any excuse for torturing him even more than they intended to already.

Adam was just about to start on a complicated way of attaching his brother to the snooker table when Geoff reminded him, "Don't forget the team photo. We don't want to take too long freeing him from the table."

The disgusted look on Adam's face said a lot but he soon settled for the usual hands crossed behind the victim's back but he used a lot of tape between his brother's wrists and his shoulders to secure his arms.

The semi-mummified, boxer-clad boy was then bunny-hopped over to one of the un-occupied legs of the table and fastened in the customary way. Adam just couldn't resist a few photos on his phone before the three big brothers went to wait for the next guests.

There were three high fives this time. "Three down; two to go."

Myron's Gullibility

There was only about fifteen minutes to wait before the door bell rang again. Geoff liked it when a plan came together.

Anyone could tell that Danny and Myron were brothers by their ramrod straight, flaming red hair and they were quickly welcomed in. After the initial pleasantries Myron was told that the rest of the younger brothers were down in the games room and that he was invited to join them.

Once Danny and Myron got to the door of the stairs, Danny announced that, as it was the first time their parents had allowed him to attend a sleepover, he had a surprise for him. Danny offered to carry his bag as long as he promised to close his eyes. Myron agreed. He always was a bit gullible. Danny told him that he would be going downstairs into the games room and the trusting little red-head kept his eyes closed as his brother guided him with a hand alongside each shoulder. You can't help wondering how long such innocence will last, can you? He didn't even open his eyes when he could hear the muffled sounds of the three gagged boys.

"OK, you can open your eyes now."

"Whaaaa?" By then Danny's grip on his shoulders had tightened. "No, no, please. I'll tell mum."

"Ahh - I'll tell my mummy - ahh diddums." The insult did little to mollify Myron who continued to insist that his brother 'would not get away with it'. Danny then put his mouth to Myron's right ear. The others couldn't hear what was said but the smaller red-head suddenly stopped wriggling and shouting. "Just a little family secret." said Danny turning to look at the others. The raised eyebrow and the wink suggested to the others that this could be something worth pursuing later.

Myron's Guilty Secret

"Right," started Geoff, "you were invited to a sleepover and, as you can see, a lot of the guests are already in their night attire."

"You now have two minutes to get in the same state or I might be telling Mum something." continued Danny.

"Pleeeease."

"What was his name, now? Oh yes, I remember: Fluffy. Bloody awful name but that old lady really loved her cat, you know."

"It was an accident."

"Depends how you look at it. Now, how do you think Mum will look at it?"

Suddenly Danny found himself accused of having being born out of wedlock. He simply grinned and went, "Miaow, prrrrrr." and tipped his head to one side in what he assumed was an engaging manner whilst stroking the imaginary cat in his arms.

"You wouldn't"

"Try me."

The rejoinder started with 'c' and was quite a short word.

Danny still grinned and nodded his head towards Myron's bag. "Get your pyjamas. We'll start the two minutes again. Just to show how kind we are."

There was a momentary stasis while Myron weighed up his chances before he headed for his bag as his language deteriorated with every step. He quickly located his standard blue-and-white striped pyjamas; the type with a draw-cord waist.

"One minute - forty five."

"I'm going as fast as I can, you bastard." Myron then dropped his blue shorts and stripped off his yellow muscle-cut t-shirt. That's when he realised he'd treed himself. He was left in his trainers and socks and, other than that, just his black boxer-briefs with the white waist band.

"One minute - twenty."

Myron sat down and removed his trainers and socks. Jonny quickly picked up the socks, smiled at Myron and winked conspiratorially at him. Myron did not return the smile. There he was left in only his underpants. Would they let him keep them?

"Please don't make me strip in front of you."

It's not the first time I'll have seen you naked."

"Yes, but what about these other bastards?"

"I'd be careful what I was saying if I were you."

"Forty-five seconds."

"Ohhh, Shiiiit!"

Myron quickly put on his pj top and buttoned it up in an attempt to provide some concealment, grabbed the bottoms, turned to where he thought he could gain most privacy and dropped his underpants.

"Twenty-one seconds."

Myron frantically stepped into the striped pyjama trousers and tied the cord round his waist.

"Well done, titch, you made it." His big brother's ruffling his hair like that did nothing to improve Myron's demeanour.

"Your honour." offered Geoff, and Danny's grin matched even his own renowned, and often displayed, example.

Myron's Guest Accommodation

"You know, I love it when the tics bring their own bondage equipment." said Danny as he went for his brother's pyjama cord. Myron immediately backed away from him only to be firmly restrained by Adam who hugged his arms to his sides. "Now you know you can't escape so why try? We can make this REALLY unpleasant for you instead of just unpleasant. It's up to you."

Myron was a skinny kid and it looked as if his parents had bought his pyjamas with 'room for him to grow'. Danny undid the bow at the front and pulled the draw-cord really tight and separated the ends of the cord. "Put your wrists in here."

"Fuck off."

"OK." Danny just pulled the cord even tighter while Geoff and Jonny forced his wrists down in front of him. Danny knotted the cord off twice round his wrists and then repeated the procedure in the perpendicular direction. By now the verbal abuse was moderated to a certain extent by Myron's attempts not to be seen crying.

"On your knees, tic." Danny was enjoying himself.

Myron looked around desperately, his shoulders sagged, the sobbing became more evident and he sank to his knees. When the command that he should fall onto his belly came, he didn't even hesitate and just did it.

Danny bound his legs in the customary fashion, using the roll of packing tape that Adam had already depleted somewhat. There was then some discussion between the older brothers as to how Myron's arms should be secured to his torso. The decision was made and Danny taped round his brother's wrists, round his elbows and round his biceps. He then gave his subject a quick examination by lifting him by various points on his body and his bondage to ensure that he had done a good job.

I don't think that the level of verbal abuse from the victim is really an accurate indication of the efficacy of bondage but the older boys seemed more pleased with each new expletive.

Predictably Jonny had, by then, prepared Myron's own socks for a gag. The socks were positioned with little difficulty and taped into place with the usual plentitude of surgical tape finished off with a nice, white bandage.

By now Myron was very subdued and had become reconciled with his fate. He made no resistance as he was led across to the remaining corner leg of the snooker table where he was secured by his neck and his waist.

The high fives were taking longer each time. "Four down - one to go."

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Jason Toddman's stories

• 01 - Chris In Distress (ff/m, mmff/m)
• 02 - Boundgal's New Situation (FFF/F, FFFm/FFm)
• 01 - Watch the Birdie (m+/m+)

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Jimmy Is Welcomed Warmly

The big brothers could now afford the luxury of a warder to 'look after' the prisoners while the last guests were being received. They decided that, with four furious prisoners giving it some through their gags and struggling for their release, it would be a good idea to appoint one. Geoff, obviously, wasn't in the running as he had to greet his guests. Jonny was too used to the routine to be spared. So the decision was to be made between Adam and Danny. Eventually, the decision was made that both Adam and Danny should ensure the compliance of the prisoners while Geoff and Jonny stayed upstairs to greet the last guests.

Adam and Danny happily stayed in the games room and, whenever any of the younger kids dared to make any noise at all, one of them would 'reason with him'. The threat of, and subsequent applications of nipple cripples (except for Percy, whose nipples had previously inadvertently been covered in tape) and the horrific threat of being exposed and photographed ensured the required level of compliance. But then, if things got boring, the 'carers' could always spin the bottle to decide who should suffer for a few minutes simply for their pleasure.

When the doorbell went next, Ian and Jimmy were standing on the doorstep. Geoff greeted his guests as if there was nothing untoward going on. Ian and Jimmy shared a colouring: both having mid-brown hair but that's where the similarity stopped. Ian was rather slight and had his hair cut in a somewhat foppish fashion so that it fell over his left eye while his little brother assiduously gelled his and swept it back. The elder brother had brown eyes while the younger had blue eyes and was considerably more solidly built. That made Ian glad that he had back-up for this venture. In spite of a two-year difference in age, Jimmy was almost the same height as his big brother,

Geoff admitted his guests and invited them to sit at the kitchen table. There followed a few minutes' polite conversation before Geoff suggested that Jimmy might like to join the other younger kids in the play room.

And Jimmy Makes Five

Jimmy picked up his bag and rushed to the cellar door. The others made sure that they weren't far behind but, predictably, after a few steps down, Jimmy stopped short. "Ohhh, fuck!" Seeing the four bound younger brothers and the two 'carers' and knowing that there were three more big brothers behind him, he knew that he had no way out. He simply finished his 'walk to the gallows' down the steps, dropped his bag and knelt down with his hands on his head. His big brother and his friends had treated him to their 'hospitality' before.

"Good boy, now get your sleep suit out." Jimmy did as his brother ordered and produced a pair of long, black cotton shorts and a light blue cotton t-shirt without even getting up from his knees. "OK, go over there and change."

Jimmy was soon changed ready for bed and, looking around, he had a pretty good idea what sort of 'bed' he would be in. Ian was handed the packing tape and followed the usual procedure. Jimmy was soon bound by his ankles and legs with his wrists crossed behind him and his arms tightly taped to his body.

Ian offered the customary rolled socks to Jimmy's mouth and he tried to resist. Wriggling while still standing but with one's legs taped together is never the best advised of manoeuvres and Jimmy was soon rolling around on the floor. Ian soon sat on his back and pulled his head back by gripping his ears whilst digging his nails in and twisting them. That was fairly persuasive and Jonny soon had the socks jammed into Jimmy's mouth and Geoff had them safely taped into place. Ian was given the only remaining white bandage so that he could wrap it tightly round his little brother's gag and clip it securely in place to complete the uniform 'look'.

"You know," said Ian to Geoff, "it's a good job you've got a full size snooker table; there are still two legs free." Jimmy soon reduced that number to one.

Do you realise that five boys have to do ten high-fives to ensure that no pair of conspirators gets left out?

The Photo-Shoot

"Now me and my guests are going upstairs to get our bedding sorted out and then take a bit of R & R. Some of us have had a busy morning. Don't make us come down because you're making too much noise."

The big brothers went upstairs and started laying out their camping mattresses, sleeping bags and pillows and discussed the photograph. Ian got his good quality camera and tripod and everyone got into their pyjamas. Once everyone knew which little brother they were going to sit on, the five big brothers went back downstairs.

Other than Myron, all the other little brothers were released form the snooker table by their nominated 'baby sitter' and lined up side by side on the floor. Other than Ian, the older brothers took their places atop their allocated victims, trapping their heads between their knees.

Jimmy found himself looking up into Jonny's face. Jonny left the tops of his orange pyjamas open while Geoff had his mauve pair completely buttoned before he took his place atop Tom. A bare-chested Adam clamped Morton's head between his blue-clad legs while Morton seemed intent on watching Ian set up his camera. Danny's colouring hardly suited the spotty orange pyjamas, the jacket of which he wore buttoned only at the bottom, that he was wearing and the clash was compounded by the untidy shock of Percy's strawberry blonde hair poking up from between his knees.

Ian was looking carefully at the composition and got people to shuffle round a bit until he was happy. He adjusted the zoom and focus, he took his photography seriously, and made sue that there was enough room for him to fit on the far end of the line.

With all sorts of dire threats about what would happen if any of the little tics did anything to spoil his carefully composed shot, Ian went to release Myron. Myron was added to the line of little brothers while Ian set the timer. He then returned, sat on Myron and invited everyone to "Watch the Birdie".

After the Photograph


Ian gave Myron a few healthy flicks to his ears and nose to ensure that he understood the concept of “being good” while he checked his photograph. He then dismounted, checked his shot, swore and re-aligned the camera. He set the timer once more. After he had taken his place again and asked all present to say, “Cheese”, he checked again. That was better; Myron featured clearly this time.

Geoff thought it was time to explain the next entertainment while Jonny prepared the equipment. “Listen carefully, losers, one of you gets to sleep in his sleeping bag tonight, the others won’t be so lucky. We need an elimination game so that the other four can be paired off for the main event. The winner gets the sleeping bag.”

“It’s probably all most of you are going to get to eat today as well so make the best of it.” interrupted Jonny, who had laid out a circle of what looked like large dog bowls on the floor. “Gentlemen, would you like to come to table?”

On that pre-arranged cue, each big brother dragged his furniture across to one of the bowls. The younger boys were caught between concern and confusion which wasn’t much dispelled when the older boys produced a belt each and Geoff explained that, in his home, everybody dressed for dinner and that a man without a belt could not be considered to be properly dressed. There were then some very one-sided wrestling bouts as the big brothers folded their younger siblings’ legs and tightened the belts around them until their heels came into contact with their bums.

Adam was a bit slow to get Percy’s feet safely secured due to having to cut some of the tape round his knees so that he could bend his legs more easily and then re-sticking the cut ends afterwards.

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Myron’s Mistake

Note: xtc is out for the day but wanted this installment posted on Sunday anyway, so I have agreed to set it up for him. The text in this chapter was written by xtc as usual, not by me.
Jason

Geoff explained that any diner whose feet touched the floor would have to leave the table. He then asked his friends to serve their little brothers. That didn’t really explain much until the older boys decanted the pre-packed rations from the freezer bags in which they’d brought them. The selection didn’t represent fine dining.

“Gentlemen, it appears there’s something stopping our guests from starting their meals.” remarked Geoff, trying to sound surprised. “Let’s help them.” On his call each of the bound boys found himself dragged away from his bowl, turned onto his back and having the bandage removed from round his lower face.

Jonny asked for quiet while his friends rolled the bandages and explained that, once the gags were out completely, anyone who said anything AT ALL would be immediately gagged again and would go hungry until the next morning. What a pity that Myron didn’t take him at his word.

As the pink surgical tape was being wrenched from the unfortunate younger brothers and the soggy socks were expelled from their mouths, the older boys, in a spirit of generosity decided that squealing wouldn’t count as saying anything as long as it didn’t go on for too long. That’s when Myron broke ranks and told his big brother to do something anatomically impossible.

“Oooh, naughty, naughty. You carry on, lads, I don’t think Myron’s hungry.” So saying Danny dragged the swearing boy back to the snooker table and taped him against one of the legs. As he saw the socks approaching, Myron suddenly decided that it would be a good idea to be quiet. Danny grabbed his hair. “Remember Fluffy? Ah poor old Mrs Powers. Open up? - - - OR - - ?”

Myron didn’t get the chance to complete his next expletive before the disgusting garments were safely lodged behind his teeth again. Before too long, several rounds of new pink tape and the “uniform” bandage had effectively silenced the swearing boy. What noises that penetrated were quelled when Danny pinched his brother’s nose and made him an offer that he would have been very silly to refuse. Once Myron had tried to nod his head in agreement, Danny generously allowed him to breathe again.

Danny went to get Myron’s yellow singlet and, as he pointed out that he wouldn’t be so unkind as to make his little brother watch the others eat, he slipped it over his head. Just a few more turns of Elastoplast consigned Myron to the darkness and Danny returned to watch the entertainment.

A Little Light Refreshment

As Danny dragged Myron off to his place by the snooker table, the other captives had their gags removed and all decided that they didn’t want to be treated like Myron. They were amazingly quiet.

“Right,” announced Jonny, “first one with an empty bowl gets the sleeping bag. GO!!"

“Yes,” agreed Geoff, “You need to eat everything including the bits you drop on the floor.”

The older brothers sat back anticipating some fine entertainment.

Once the little kids had recovered from the initial surprise, they addressed the problem at hand. They had to turn themselves face down and crawl awkwardly back to the dog bowls. A quick look in their bowls revealed a varied selection of foodstuffs that they were obviously expected to devour as quickly as possible. The six marshmallows were going to be no trouble but the slices of cold, soggy pizza that had just slopped into the bowls wouldn’t be too pleasant. The apples were going to be a problem and the cold sausages were just going to be embarrassing. Even more unpleasant, however, would be the cold baked beans that sat in the piles of food like currants in a fruit cake.

“Remember: before you say anything, think of Myron. Get on with it. First one to clear his bowl gets to sleep in a nice, cosy sleeping bag.” With only minor moans, the younger brothers attacked their dinner.

“Hey boys, haven’t we forgotten something?” The diners stopped and the other boys all grinned.”

“What’s that Adam?” Danny managed to make it sound as if he really didn’t know what was about to happen.

“Pudding!” and the older brothers produced a couple of tinned pineapple slices each and, even worse, a small plastic pot of cold custard that, if their younger siblings didn’t want to wear it, they had to avoid as it was poured over the top of the food already in the bowls.

Four truly poisonous looks bored into the older boys’ foreheads before the others wearily continued their “meal”.

Jimmy’s Junket

Most of what followed in the next quarter of an hour is too gross to relate but, as expected, the entertainment was first quality. After all the solid bits (including the spills) had been picked up with his teeth and his bowl licked clean to the satisfaction of his senior sibling. Jimmy was declared to be the winner but even he was made to lick as much of the custard as possible from his face. That was worth a photo.

Ian had been in David Bailey mode since the start of the meal and he made sure to get the most embarrassing photos possible of each of the diners.

With Geoff’s threat about his feet not touching the floor Jimmy just had to lie on his stomach until the other boys, at the insistence of their big brothers, had finished. They were reminded about “what happens to little boys who can’t keep their mouths shut” and the threat of having to go without anything to drink was added to the potential penalties as Ian prepared his little brother’s sleeping bag.

No one earned the penalty and everyone except Jimmy was given a beaker of water and a straw. Ian removed the strap that was stopping Jimmy from straightening his legs before dragging him across to the open sleeping bag. Normally Jimmy, being not much smaller than his big brother, would have stood up to him. With all Ian’s friends ready to back him up though, Jimmy decided that silence, if not actually golden, might at least lead to less pain and he was soon slipped into his sleeping bag. Ian used the strap from which he had just released Jimmy to anchor the sleeping bag to his little brother’s ankles prior to helping him to drink from the beaker.

There was some discussion about whether Jimmy should be blindfolded like Myron but, because they were feeling magnanimous, the big brothers pointed out how kind they were and spared him that torment. Slightly comforted by the older boys’ generosity, Jimmy found his head supported on a cushion but then it dawned on him: what happened when he needed the loo?

His subsequent despairing question soon earned him a taste of his own socks as the “regulation” gag was inserted, taped into place and covered with the bandage once more. At least Ian still didn’t bother to blindfold him but he did drag him over to the wall where he would be out of the way of the forthcoming entertainments.

The Next Contest

Other than Jimmy, the boys who had been allowed to eat were simply forced to their knees and, while Danny “made his brother comfortable”, waited quietly to discover what was about to happen to them. In the meantime it had been decided that the man on man contest should be abandoned (they could always use that particular torment tomorrow) and, of the four remaining contestants, Myron would already be considered to be a loser. The hanging judges passed sentence with suitable “L” gestures to their foreheads. That meant there was one more loser to be decided although even the winners weren’t likely to be much more comfortable overnight than he was.

“Sorry, Danny, sorry, Ian, you don’t get to play this game but we need referees.” Johnny didn’t really need to explain and the two referees accepted with equanimity. There was to be a tickling contest and the little brothers were not going to be gagged beforehand. Geoff, Johnny and Adam were each to tickle his own brother’s feet and the first one to speak was to be the loser. Danny and Ian were to decide whether or not the noises issuing from their unfettered mouths counted as words.

Following a short hiatus while the older brothers went for some equipment, the three contestants were tipped onto their bellies and mounted by their senior siblings. “OK, Danny, on your call.”

“Gentlemen, on the count of zero you may start tickling. Three, two, one, ZERO!”

Tom the Loser

The previously silent little brothers broke their silence almost immediately. The referees spent the next ten minutes deciding that helpless laughter and eventually snorting and shrieking didn’t count as speaking in spite of frequent appeals from the ticklers. What started as finger tickling soon became tickling with nail-brushes (Geoff and Johnny) and a tooth brush (Adam) and the ticklers had increasing difficulty keeping their seats as their mounts bucked more and more violently.

Eventually the referees decided that, “Aaagh, you a’h’ a’h’ bastard, ssfff stop - - pleeeeease a’h’ a’h . . .!” counted as speaking. I have edited out the extra expletives that a defeated Tom added once it was obvious that he had lost out of consideration for the sensibilities of our readers. Jonny just slapped his brother’s briefs clad arse with a yelp of triumph, dismounted and jumped up and down to celebrate his victory.

Geoff grinned, looked at his best friend and said, “Johnny mate, deal with that.”

By the time Tom had understood the consequences of what Geoff had just said, it was too late and Jonny had taped the slimy socks into his mouth and replaced the cosmetic bandage once more.

Bedtime for Morton

The older boys decided that, out of consideration for their juniors, they should put them to bed before having their own meal. The little brothers weren’t convinced about the consideration they were being shown.

Johnny dragged Tom over to the snooker table “just to keep you safe” while the two winners were accommodated. He ended up with tape round his waist and neck as had become customary but this time he was sitting on his heels and fastened to one of the middle legs of the table. Like Jimmy, Tom was spared the blindfold – for the time being.

Being a full sized snooker table, although one with only six legs, it was ready made to accommodate two spread-eagled boys. One each end. Geoff dragged Morton across to one end of the table and asked him whether he’d prefer to keep his pyjamas on or whether he should help him out of them. Morton got the distinct impression that his choice implied certain expectations of his behaviour if he wasn’t to suffer the potential embarrassment of having his brother and his mates strip him before “putting him to bed”.

Geoff carefully cut the tape from Morton’s arms and, with Johnny’s help, dragged him underneath the table and laid him on his back. As Morton’s arms were extended towards two of the corner legs, Danny and Adam took a rope each from the large stock that the big brothers had accumulated before the “sleepover” and tied them around his wrists. It was surprising how efficiently they tethered Morton’s arms leaving him on his back with his knees in the air. A little reminder about behaviour ensured that he would not take advantage of only being partially immobilised while Percy was put to bed.

A Double Bed

It was Percy’s turn and Adam asked him if he regretted not wearing his pyjamas now. It was four on to one leaving Ian to take the “souvenir” photographs so Percy agreed to behave while his nearly mummified body was cut from the tape. “What a good job you haven’t got hairy legs.” taunted Adam as he yanked the tape from his little brother’s person. Percy didn’t find that too comforting.

Percy was dragged to the other end of the table and secured in similar manner to Morton but with his legs free. That was too good to last. Danny and Adam tied more ropes to his ankles and pulled them round the outside of the middle table legs while Geoff and Johnny freed Morton’s legs and forced them towards the middle table legs as well. Somehow between the four of them they got Morton spread-eagled with his ankles tied to the other ends of the ropes around Percy’s ankles. The spread-eagles in which the younger boys found themselves weren’t the tightest possible but, every time one of the victims tried to move his legs, he pulled on his fellow sufferer’s bonds.

“OK, no talking. Understand?” Upon seeing that dog-ball, Percy confirmed that he did. Morton was just surprised that he hadn’t been gagged already


This was the last part that was available in the archives