TUG

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

My apologies to anyone who may have tried to contact me via the comment address I have used for decades. For some reason, mail to Pietar@spamex.com stopped working on some platforms recently. It isn’t spamex’s fault, some email servers still deliver mail to there. But I know for a fact that yahoo does not, mail sent to that address bounces back. Since I don’t know the cause, I can’t get it fixed.

So starting now, those who wish to send me their comments may use pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores are part of the name and must be put in. Sorry for the confusion.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

TUG

Back when we were both about eight years old, my best friend Sid and I began playing with some old rope we found. We took turns tying each other up and seeing if the other could escape. By the time we were twelve we had progressed to making it a contest. The game now involved trying to go as long as you could without begging to be untied. The one who wasn’t tied would tickle the tied one to get him to beg for freedom. There wasn’t any reward for being the one who lasted the longest except that if the one who was tied couldn’t last longer than the other then he would be the one tied the next time we played. The only way you could be the one who did the tickling was to last longer.

When we were thirteen the time to beat to win the game was getting longer and longer. I held the record for weeks before Sid finally beat me, but I was confident I would only be tied once before I set a new record for Sid to try to beat. He bet me that I couldn’t beat his time in one try; the loser of the bet would be tied the next ten times we played. I agreed to the bet since I was confident I could last longer than he had done.

Then Sid elevated the game. I was the one who was tied, and Sid unfastened my pants and began to pull them down. I started to complain and he said if I begged him not to he would untie me. Of course that would mean I would lose and thus suffer being tied and tickled the next ten times, so I didn’t tell him to stop.

After my pants were down Sid began to pull my underpants down. I was horribly embarrassed but I didn’t want to lose—after all, the clock was running and he hadn’t even started to tickle me yet. Sid lowered my underpants to my ankles.

Then he began tickling around my dick and my balls and suddenly I knew I was going to lose. It tickled so much I couldn’t even breathe until he stopped. I gave up, knowing that I was going to have to endure this ten more times.

By the time I had been tied up for the tenth time my best time was only one minute and thirty seconds and that included the time he spent undressing me. Prior to Sid tickling my privates the record time was over five minutes. Since I hadn’t beaten the record it was still my turn to be tied.

I told him it was unfair. The record was set under a different set of rules and I’d never beat it. Sid said he already knew that and said that if I agreed to spend ten minutes outside naked after we were done than my time that day would be a new record for the new rule and the next time it would be his turn to be tied. He also wanted the time to start after the pants and underwear were removed.

I agreed, even though I was very frightened about being outside naked. To make it easier I removed my own pants and underwear before he tied me. My time was forty seconds.

He untied me and asked for my shirt since the deal was outside naked. I had agreed to it, so I took off my shirt and headed to the back door fully naked and scared to death. I had a boner as I opened the door and looked around.

My backyard was pretty much open. There were a few trees and a swing set. Along one side my next-door neighbor had a hedge. There was no real cover and no place to hide if someone else went into their backyard.

I wanted to chicken out, but Sid pushed me out and locked the door behind me. “I’ll set the timer and unlock to door when your ten minutes is up,” he said.

I ran for the biggest tree and sat down beside it, hoping that nobody would see me. The ten minutes seemed like a lifetime as I sat there trying to hide my boner from the world. Finally I heard the kitchen timer go off and got up and ran towards the door. I worried that Sid might not unlock it but he played fair and he opened it as I ran towards it.

“What was it like to be out there naked?” he asked.

“Scary as hell,” I said. “And you’ll find out next time we play if you don’t beat my time.” That statement made it a new part of the game—the loser not only had to be the one tied up again but would spend time outside naked.

It was inevitable that we would be caught and on my third time outside I was. Jen Brown lived two doors away. She was six months older than Sid and me. It was just bad luck that the moment Sid locked the door and set the time that she saw me run towards the tree. I had nowhere to hide when she came running over.

She threatened to start calling other kids unless I moved my hands and let her see my willy, so I did. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment as I sat next to the tree with Jen staring at my groin as my dick stood up and pointed at my belly.

Then she wanted to know why I was outside naked and told me to tell the truth or she would drag me out to the street and start yelling for other kids to come and see. So I told her all about Sid and me. She smiled and said it sounded like a cool game. Her reaction surprised me, but she just smiled and told me to have fun and walked away.

Sid had been watching at the door, afraid to come out, but when she left he opened the door and said my time was up. I knew the timer hadn’t gone off yet, but I didn’t complain. Sid and I decided two things then—first that we had to stop going out to my backyard naked and second that we needed to cool it for a while and see if Jen told anyone.

After three days none of the kids in the neighborhood acted any different around us, which convinced us that Jen hadn’t told anyone. We decided we needed a place with a little more privacy if we were going to play the game outside again so we went searching for a spot.

The end of the street we lived on had a circle and beyond that was a large field that once had been planted with crops but was then overgrown with weeds and small trees. We crossed it and came to an old barn and farm house. The farm house was boarded up but the barn wasn’t so we opened a big sliding door and entered it. After a quick inspection we found that we weren’t the only kids to have been there. There were comic books and pop bottles around a bunch of old hay bales and many of the bottles still had pop in them so we knew they hadn’t been here long. The chance of being caught would add excitement to our game but we wanted to know how old and how many kids frequented the barn before we dared to play.

The loft was sagging so we figured it was too dangerous to use to hide and the rest of the barn was open with no cover. We had to find someplace else to hide while monitoring the barn for activity. As we walked around the outside we heard voices coming from the side nearest the farmhouse.

It was four boys and a girl that we guessed ranged in age from about eleven to thirteen, the girl being the oldest. They went up the side opposite from where we were and entered the barn. We couldn’t hear them from where we were but we decided the best place to go was into the field where we could lay low and watch for them to leave.

After about three hours we were bored and hot and we were about to head home when we heard the barn door being slid closed. The four kids walked back past the farmhouse and then turned right on the gravel road. We watched them till they were out of sight and then returned to the barn.

There was a note written in pencil hanging from the barn door. It read, “This is our place. Keep out!”

“How did…” Sid started.

“We didn’t close the door behind us, so they knew someone had been here. They must have been waiting for us to come back.”

We decided the barn would be a perfect place to play because we had the field to hide in and having kids we didn’t know and didn’t know us would add to the excitement. Plus, there was a girl, and being caught by her would be just as embarrassing as when Jen caught me. We returned home to get our stuff together.

There was a message on the answering machine when we got back to my house. It was from Jen and she wanted me to call her back so I did.

She said she had a problem and needed me to come over and help her. She added that she was the only one home and that I should just come in, but that I needed to hurry. I told Sid what she said and he agreed it sounded weird so he was coming too.

We knocked at the door and rang the bell, but when nobody answered we went inside through the back door.

“Jen?” I called, but didn’t get an answer. Sid and I started upstairs and went into each room. We looked in closets and under the bed, but no Jen. There was a pile of clothes on Jen’s bed but she wasn’t in her room. We called out several times but didn’t get an answer. Then we searched the main floor, but again didn’t find her. That only left the basement.

The light was on and I called her name again. I thought I heard a muffed answer so I started down the steps. As soon as we reached the basement we found her, but it wasn’t anything either of us expected to find.

For starters, she was naked. There was a piece of gray tape across her mouth. And her hands were handcuffed around a steel support post behind her back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and neither could Sid. A naked thirteen-year-old girl, right there in front of us!

She tried to say something but the tape blocked it, but it broke the spell. I pulled the tape off her mouth and asked, “Who did this to you Jen?”

“Oh, you horrible boys!” She said to us. “Please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Jen, who did this?” I asked again.

“Maybe we should call the police before whoever did it comes back,” Sid said.

“No Sid, don’t be stupid,” Jen said. This time her voice didn’t sound like she was desperate. “Play the game.”

“What?” I asked, totally confused. “What game?”

Sid figured it out. “She’s playing the same game we do. She’s been captured by some boys and she wants them to let her go.”

“But what boys? Why would they do this to her?” I asked, still confused.

“Us, stupid,” Sid said to me. “We’re the boys. Think—the key word is ‘game’!”

I finally got it. “Okay, but how do we free her? We don’t have the key to the handcuffs.”

“It’s right where you put it, remember? In my, uh, you know, down there.” She lowered her head and looked down. “Please let me go.”

“Wow!” Sid said with excitement. “I like this game!”

“Just wait until I capture you and then we’ll see just how much fun you think it is,” Jen said. Again, her voice was conversational instead of pleading.

“I won’t tell, just get the key out and let me go,” Jen said, this time again in her pleading voice.

“What? I’m not going to…”

“Just do it,” Sid said. “Or step aside and let me search her pussy.”

My dick was as hard as it had ever been as I reached forward and poked a finger into her slit. It felt warm and slippery inside her. She squirmed and giggled as I moved my finger around inside her.

“I think I feel it,” I said. My dick was twitching inside my pants and I felt like I was going to pee myself.

“Let me have a try!” Sid said, pushing me aside. “Oh man, this is so much better than the game we play,” he said as he made Jill moan. “It’s all wet and warm and…”

He was cut off by the sound of the kitchen door closing from upstairs. “Jen? Are you home?” we heard her brother yell.

Her brother Cory was twelve years old. “Oh shit, Cory got home early,” Jill said in a whisper. “The key is really hanging from a string on the washer.” She pointed with her chin towards the back of the basement. “One of you get it and unlock the cuffs, the other one make sure he doesn’t come downstairs. All of my clothes are in my bedroom.”

I ran to the washer and Sid went to the stairs. He turned off the light when he got there which made it a lot harder for me to find the key. As I ran back with the key I tripped and fell and the key went flying. I couldn’t see it in the dark.

We heard more than one set of feet walking on the floor right above us. “Jen, are you down there?” Cory shouted from the top of the steps. I could just make out the look of horror on Jen’s face in the gloom of the darkened basement.

“I guess we’ve got the house to ourselves,” Cory said. He closed the upstairs door to the basement and we heard at least three voices as the kids upstairs raided the fridge.

“Where’s the key,” Jen whispered to me. I started to look but I bumped into something and made a noise.

“Did you hear something?” one of the kids upstairs asked. A moment later the door to the steps opened and the light came on.

“Who’s down there?” Cory asked. We all stayed as quiet as we could. “I’ve got a baseball bat and I’m not afraid to use it,” Cory said. He pounded it on the top step for emphasis.

We held our breath hoping he wouldn’t come down. Two boys still dressed with a naked girl handcuffed to a post—who would believe we didn’t do it.

“I guess it was nothing,” Cory said after a few moments. “Come on, let’s finish eating and go outside.” He turned the light back off and they returned to the kitchen. We heard talking about baseball for fifteen minutes and then they left.

Sid, who was still by the steps, turned the light back on and helped me look for the key. We found it after only a few minutes of searching.

“Damn, that was the scariest moment of my life,” Jen said as Sid unfastened one side of the cuffs. But as Jen pulled her arms forward he re-locked it around her wrist but this time not behind the post.

“Hey, what’re doing?” Jen asked.

“What you wanted,” Sid said. “To be captured by two boys. And we want some answers before we let you go.”

“We do?” I asked. “Like what?”

“You’ll see,” Sid said. “Let’s go upstairs to the kitchen.”

“But what if my brother comes back,” Jen asked. She sounded worried. “He might come in at any second.”

“Then you’d better be quick with your answers,” Sid said. He pushed her towards the steps and followed right behind her. I followed him.

Cory and two of his friends were right in the back yard playing catch. Sid pushed Jen down into a kitchen chair. It only took a few minutes for Sid to get the answers to his questions.

She called it TUG—Tie Up Games. She and Cynthia Patterson had played a few times, but until she saw me outside she didn’t know anyone else played. She told Cynthia about it and Cynthia dared her to play a game with us. And the biggest surprise was that now Cynthia had to play.

“You mean we get to see Cynthia Patterson naked too?” I asked hopefully.

“Unless she chickens out, and I don’t think she will,” Jen said. “We’re a lot more daring than you two. Can you take these off now and let me get dressed before Cory and his friends come back inside?”

“Not just yet,” Sid said. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He left the kitchen.

Jen nervously listened at the back door, fearful her brother might come in at any moment. She looked relieved when Sid returned carrying her clothes. But he also had a shirt out of her father’s closet.

“Cynthia will never believe you unless we have proof that you played,” Sid said to her. “So I’ll put your clothes in a bag and bring them along, but you’re going like you are, except we can’t have you walking down the sidewalk naked, so you’ll wear this.” He held up the shirt.

Jen stood up and Sid wrapped the shirt around her and buttoned it up. I wasn’t sure, but I think he spent a lot of extra time around her chest as he buttoned it. “Let’s go before your brother and his friends come in.”

Cynthia was both surprised and shocked when we showed up and Sid removed the shirt Jen was wearing.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said to Cynthia. He removed shirt Jen had on to show that she was naked. Then he removed the handcuffs and tossed her the bag of clothing he had brought.

“Clothes off and hands behind your back,” he said. “We’re going back to Jen’s house where you can enjoy some of the fun she had, and then we’ll talk.”

“I was wondering how long it would be before Jen did the forfeit for losing,” Cynthia said. “Only I didn’t figure you’d come for me like this. I’ll play your way this time, but only if you both agree that next time you will be our victims. And believe me, when we play it’s a lot scarier than just being in the backyard.”

“Uh, like how?” I asked. “What happens when you play?”

“I’m not going to answer any of your questions,” she said. “And I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of seeing me naked unless I have your promises.”

“Come on Adam, Jen has already seen you naked. How bad can it be? They’re just girls.” Sid turned to Cynthia and said, “I’m in. I promise, next time it will be Adam and I who are tied up.”

All three of them looked at me, waiting for an answer. At the moment I just wanted to see Cynthia naked. And Sid was right, I’d already been seen naked. “Okay, me too. I promise.”

We stood there for a few seconds waiting for her to begin to undress. Jen had completed dressing, and she put the long shirt over the back of a chair. “I’m going to go home and check on my brother,” she said. “Good luck catching the spy, I heard she’s very skilled at hand-to-hand fighting.”

As soon as Jen headed out the front door Cynthia turned and ran for a door down the hall. Before Sid or I could react she opened it and headed down stairs to her basement.

“After her,” Sid said as he ran ahead of me. He got to the bottom of the stairs and got hit in the head with a plastic baseball bat.

“That’ll take care of you,” Cynthia said to Sid. “And you are next,” she said to me as she approached me with the bat.

I was still on the stairs and started backing up but Sid came up behind her.

She turned to him and in a casual voice said, “Naw, I knocked you out cold. Go lay down over there.”

Sid caught on and went back to where he was and pretended to be unconscious. Cynthia turned back to me and without hesitation poked me in the balls with the end of the bat. It was a gentle poke with a plastic bat and didn’t hurt, but she said, “You got hit hard in the balls, you’re incapacitated.”

Once I caught on I grabbed my balls and pretended I was in agony. She hit me over the head with the bat and I carefully fell to the bottom of the steps and laid there.

She gave me a tiny little bump on the head and said, “That will make sure you don’t wake up for a while,” and then went over to where Sid lay.

“In the future, wear some old clothes that won’t be missed if they get cut up,” she said to him. “For now, I’ve cut your shirt off you, so go ahead and remove it.” Sid sat up and took his shirt off.

I sat up to watch. Cynthia unfastened the snap in Sid’s shorts and he lifted his waist to enable to pull them down to his ankles, followed in the same manner by his boxers. Sid’s dick was rock hard, but Cynthia ignored it. He removed his shoes and socks and then pulled the rest of his clothing off. She added his shirt to the other clothes and stepped around me and went upstairs.

Moments later she returned with the handcuffs and snapped them on his wrists with his hands behind his back.

“Your turn,” she said to me. “Take your shirt off. In the future, you guys need to go to the second-hand store and buy some crappy clothes. If you choose the stuff that is only good for rags it’ll only cost you some pocket change.”

I felt very odd as I removed my shirt. I had expected to see Cynthia naked, not the other way around. She removed my pants and briefs quickly and then went to another room in the basement and came back with another pair of handcuffs, which she placed on my wrists with my hands behind my back. My poor willie was jerking up and down now.

“Okay, you guys have been unconscious long enough now,” she said. “Get up and march upstairs.”

It was harder than I thought it would be to stand up with my hands behind my back, but I made it. When I got upstairs I was surprised to see Jen there.

“I told you she was hard to capture,” she said. “It looks like you guys are in for a long day.”

Cynthia moved us to the center of the living room. “Okay, where’s your base?” she asked.

“Our what?” I said, totally confused.

“That’s right,” Sid said. “Don’t give them anything.” Once again, I was slow to catch on to the game.

Jen walked to the front window and opened the drapes fully. We were now standing totally naked four feet from a large window, and there were kids playing stick ball in the street right in front of us. I turned chicken and ducked down.

“Stand up,” Cynthia ordered. “If you move from where I placed you I’ll invite them all to come and help with the interrogation. It won’t be the first time they’ve helped me.”

I chanced a look at Jen and saw her blush. I stood back up.

“Now, tell me where your base is.” Sid and I said nothing.

“Did you notice anything strange about Jen when you saw her naked? Anything missing around her slit?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but Sid did. “She didn’t have any hair,” he said.

“That’s right, she didn’t. That’s because she lost it for not answering my questions. Now I see that you two have a nice little patch growing around your dicks. How’d you like to go back to looking like you’re ten years old?”

I had no desire for that to happen. I had only just sprouted hair a few months ago. Sid had his first hairs three months before I had mine. And I didn’t want to lose them. “It’s in an old barn across the field at the end of the circle,” I blurted out.

“Good lie,” Sid said.

“Him first,” Cynthia said to Jen, pointing at me. “Put Sid in the chair.”

Sid was suddenly pushed into a reclining chair. Jen operated the lever to make it recline and Cynthia left for a few seconds but came back with some rope. One length went around Sid’s chest and the back of the chair. Then his legs were tied to the foot rest.

“Bring him,” Cynthia said and Jen pushed me along behind Cynthia.

They took me to the bathroom and stood me in the shower. “This is a product called Nair,” Cynthia said. “It removes hair.” She sprayed my groin and legs. “It takes fifteen minutes to work. So tell me again, where is this base.”

“It’s the barn,” I said with panic in my voice. “Go to the end of the circle and cut across the field. Sid and I were there just a few days ago.”

“Why did Sid say you were lying?”

“I don’t know. Please take the Nair off me, I don’t want to lose my pubes.”

“What’s in this barn?”

“Nothing, there wasn’t anything there. After Jen caught me we were going to start playing our games there so we wouldn’t get caught again.” I was trying to keep a mental track of time.

“And there wasn’t anything in the barn. Just a big old empty barn. Is that what you’re telling me?”

I tried to think, to remember. The passage of time was foremost in my mind right then. “I, uh, some bales of hay, and, oh yeah, some empty pop bottles and comic books. Please, I’ll answer your questions, just please remove the Nair.”

“So you were trying to get us to take you to a place where your friends could capture us, is that it? You think we’re dumb enough to fall for that?”

“No, it was all I could think of. I don’t know what you mean by our base. Please, remove the stuff, I’m telling you the truth.”

She grabbed a washcloth and wetted it and began wiping my groin. I looked down and saw that where she wiped the hair just came off. “I thought you said I had fifteen minutes!” I was almost ready to cry as more and more of my precious hair was wiped away.

“I lied. It really works in three to four minutes. But now I want to compare your answers with Sid’s, only I’m going to have to knock you out first so you don’t talk to him.” She turned on the shower and sprayed me down with cold water from my belly to my toes. My hair was gone.

I was ‘carried’ out to the living room and they got Sid up and put me in his place. I struggled, forgetting that I was knocked out, but there was no way I was going to escape from the chair.

And then the doorbell rang. Cynthia came out and opened the door, with me sitting naked just a few feet away. It was a boy’s voice at the door.

“Hey, I hit my ball in your backyard, can I have the key to go get it?”

“Yeah, sure, give me a minute,” Cynthia said. She closed the door and headed to the kitchen. But either the kid opened it or she didn’t latch it because the door came open again. It was behind me and off to one side, so I couldn’t see who it was.

Cynthia came back with a key on a string. “Did you open the door?” she asked.

“No, it just came open,” the boy said. “Who’s that on the chair? Is it Jen again?”

“No, this time it’s a boy,” Cynthia said.

“Is he naked like Jen was?”

“Yes, he is. I’m busy now so…”

“Can I see him?”

“I guess, if you really want to. He’s just a little boy.” I couldn’t believe that she was going to let a boy into the house to see me.

“Hey I know him,” Tim Burkins said. “He’s Adam James. What’d he do?” I knew Tim, he was a year behind me in school.

“He lied to me, same as Jen did,” Cynthia said. “Do you remember what I said would happen to you if you told anyone what you saw?”

“Yes, I do, and I won’t say a word to anyone. He’s got a boner.”

“Yes, both he and I are aware of that. I think it’s time now for you to go and get your ball.”

“Can I invite Reggie and his sister to see this?”

“Do you think Gina would enjoy seeing him?”

“Oh, you bet she would!”

“Well, if you and Reggie undress completely then she can come and see him.”

“What?” I said in disbelief. “You can’t invite other kids in!”

“See?” she said to Tim. “He thinks he makes the rules. He has so much to learn.”

I started struggling to get out of the chair again, but it was useless. I knew Reggie, he was also twelve, same as Tim. But his sister was in my grade!

“So what do you want? Let Gina see you and her brother and Adam? Or just go get your ball and say nothing to them at all.”

Just then Sid was led into the living room by Jen. He had undoubtable heard Tim’s voice as he was struggling for real to avoid being brought in. I saw that his hair was gone too.

“Oh, look, there is even more for Gina to see if you want to invite her,” Cynthia said. “With both Sid and Adam here to look at, she might not even notice you and Reggie.”

“I, uh, bet she would,” Tim said. “Notice us. I think I’ll just go and get the ball.”

“Just remember, you tell no one. If I find out you leaked even one word about this you can count on Gina seeing you as naked and scared as these two are.”

“I got it,” he said. “Nobody will hear it from me.” He took the key from her and ran outside. I saw him run past the front window as he passed around to the side of the house.

“Scared?” Cynthia asked us.

“Yes!” I said. “I really thought you were going to let Gina come in.”

“Oh, I was going to. But Timmy is too scared to pay the price. Too bad, it would have been fun watching you in school knowing that she saw you naked. But now on to bigger and better things. I’ve got to go and get a second shirt. Jen, use the shirt you came in on Adam, he’s the shortest. My dad is taller, so I’ll get one of his shirts for Sid.”

I was untied and the shirt wrapped around my shoulders just as Sid and I had done to Jen just an hour or so ago. But as Jen buttoned it up a problem presented itself. My willie poked its head out between two buttons on the shirt. Jen giggled.

“This is going to be so funny watching you try and hide that as you walk back to my house,” she said.

“You can’t take me outside like this,” I said. I heard Sid giggle.

“Is the prisoner telling us what we can and can’t do?” Cynthia asked. She pulled the shirt she had around Sid and started buttoning it up. “What’s his beef this time?”

“He thinks that just because his wiener is sticking out through the shirt that we can’t take him to my house,” Jen said.

“Oh, my, Sid has the same problem,” Cynthia said. We could give them a chance to make it smaller.”

“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea,” Jen said. “Go ahead, Adam, make your thing smaller.”

“I can’t, it doesn’t work like that,” I said.

“Then tell us how it does work? How do you make it get smaller?”

“I, uh, I don’t know,” I said. I could feel my ears burning.

“Then unless Sid wants to shed some light on the mystery I guess they’ll have to go like they are,” Cynthia said. “Besides, I think Adam just lied to us. I think he does know and just doesn’t want to tell us.”

Now it was Sid’s turn to think about going outside onto the street with his boner on display for anyone they passed. “Uh, come on, you don’t really plan to make us walk to Jen’s house like this,” he said.

“Okay, let’s just go then,” Cynthia said. She started pushing Sid towards the door.

“Okay,” I said in desperation. “I, we, uh, we touch it a little and it goes down.”

“Like this?” Jen asked. And then she ran her finger over the tip of my willie, which jumped and jerked wildly. I was just a few strokes away from shooting. “That doesn’t seem to be working. But as we walk we can keep trying.”

“He means we stroke it!” Sid said. He was nearly to the door and Cynthia had her hand on the doorknob. “It’s how we do it. But we can’t because our hands are behind are backs.”

“Well, I understand you can’t stroke your own,” Cynthia said. “But you could stroke Adam’s, and then he could stroke yours.”

“What? No way! I’m not putting my hand on Adam’s dick and jacking him off!”

“Okay, but if I understand it, you don’t need to use your hands if you don’t want to,” Cynthia said. She unbuttoned the last three buttons on my shirt. My willie was now completely exposed. “Come over here and knee down and show me another way.”

Sid took two steps back and ran into a wall. Cynthia went to him and unbuttoned the last four buttons on his shirt. “Or maybe Adam wants to go first. What about it Adam, you want to make Sid’s wiener smaller? Or do you just want to head over to Jen’s house. Or I could change my mind and invite Tim, Reggie, and Gina here.”

“I don’t want to play this game anymore,” I said. “Take the cuffs off and let us go.”

“Jen, where’s the keys to the cuffs?” Cynthia asked.

“I did what you said and told Tim to come over here in ten minutes and ask for the key to the gate. I assume that the keys you gave him were actually the handcuff keys since you don’t have a lock on your gate to the backyard. I also told him to give whatever you gave him to Gina.”

“So you see Adam?” Cynthia said to me. “You need to go see Gina if you want to stop playing the game. Or, we could get the keys back on our way to Jen’s house, but first you guys need to make your wieners smaller. What do you guys want to do?”

I was trapped. I felt so scared. But I walked over to Sid and knelt down. I was just about to put his dick in my mouth when Jen said, “Stop!” I stayed still with Sid’s dick twitching up and down just an inch from my face. A small trail of his cum hung down from the tip.

“Stand up,” Cynthia said. “You guys have so much to learn about playing the game. Perhaps someday we’ll make you do what you were about to, but not today. You’ve suffered enough for one game.” She reached into a pocket and pulled out two keys and held them up.

“I will unlock the handcuffs, but only if you promise to show us how you make them smaller. Then, if you want to quit, you can go. Or, if you want to try your hand with Jen and me tomorrow, we’ll go for a little walk and talk about things. Of course, all we have for you to wear is just the shirts, as your clothes are indeed at Jen’s house.”

I looked at Sid. He looked at me. Then he said, “Look, you were about to do it, and believe me, I was irritated when she stopped you. But I want a chance to get back at them. So what’ll say we do it—give them our promise and then show them how we jerk off. I know you need to do it as much as I do.” He looked at Cynthia and asked, “You do mean with our own hands, don’t you?”

“This time at least,” she said. “I make no promises for the future.”

On that ominous note I gave in to my own needs and gave my promise. The handcuffs were removed and Sid and I sat next to each other on the couch and went to work. Both of us were so worked up from our time naked that it didn’t even matter that two girls were watching us. We both came at about the same time, and I shot more than I ever had before.

“So, are you two done playing the game with us or do you want to continue?” Cynthia asked.

“I want a chance to see you naked,” I said with some degree of frustration. After all, that was why I had come to her house in the first place. “And Sid already said he wants to too. So I think we’re in.”

Sid nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Cynthia said. “Then put on the shirts and we’ll go for a walk.”

The idea of being outside wearing nothing but a shirt caused my dick to get excited again, but I was able to push it up inside the confines of the shirt. It showed if you knew to look there, but it was that or nothing. I looked at Sid and saw he had the same problem. At least our hands weren’t cuffed behind us, so we could cover up when we needed to.

Tim, Reggie, and Gina were still playing stick ball in the street as we went out. Tim looked at Sid and I and smiled. I was positive he knew we didn’t have anything on under the shirt.

When we got even with Jen’s house I started to turn, but Cynthia keep going straight. “I thought we were going to get our clothes at Jen’s house,” I said.

“We’ll do that later. First, I want to check out that barn you told me about.” She continued down the street to the cul-de-sac and cut through the Thompson’s yard and then across the field. I was scared we might meet the kids who played there. Even dressed I would have been scared of them. But without clothing it was more like terror. But my dick liked the excitement. It was now fully erect and demanding to be released from the confines of the shirt.

The barn door was closed and I warned Cynthia that there might be other kids there.

“Won’t that be exciting if there are,” she said. “But if you want, you can wait here and Jen and I will check it out.”

“We’ll wait here,” Sid said for both of us.

“Fine. Just give me the shirts and we’ll meet up with you as soon as we finish checking out the barn.” She turned and smiled as she held out her hands.

“I thought the game was over for today,” I said. “I don’t want to be out here naked.”

“And how do we know you’ll even bring the shirts back?” Sid said. “You could be planning to leave us out here naked.”

“Then come with us,” Cynthia said. “Make up your minds. Jen and I are going to check out the barn and your shirts are coming with us. Whether or not you are wearing them is up to you.”

“I can see that both of you are really interested in the continuation of the game,” Jen said, pointing down at my shirt. My dick was pressed hard against it and it stuck out an inch from by belly.

I was about to follow the girls when I thought I heard a noise inside the barn. “There is someone in there,” I said as I stopped.

“So let’s go meet them,” Cynthia said. “And I’m not going to keep saying this—either come with us or give us the shirts. If we have to take them from you we will rip the buttons off and take them. And then how you get home will be your problem.”

There was no way I was going in that barn with nothing on but a shirt that was no longer hiding the fact that I had a major boner. And Sid must have felt the same way because he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“We’ll wait here,” he said. I unbuttoned my shirt and like him, handed over to Cynthia. Sid and I sat down in the grass where all that could be seen of us was our heads.

The girls were just half way to the barn when Sid said, “I’ve got to jack off again or I’m going to explode.”

As he began stroking his dick I joined in. It was amazing—just twenty-four hours ago Sid had seen me naked for the first time. Yesterday I couldn’t have imagined jacking off in front of Sid or him doing it in front of me. And now we’d both done it together in front of Jen Brown and Cynthia Patterson, and were now doing it together in a field while we hoped the girls would bring back the shirts.

The girls pulled the sliding door open just as I reached my climax. They were inside for a long time, and the longer they were gone the more scared I got. Finally, they came out and closed the door. But I noticed they didn’t have the shirts.

They walked right to us. “There were kids inside, boys and girls,” Jen said. “They made us tell them why we had the shirts. And they took them, saying that you two had to either be brave enough to come in and show yourselves or go home naked.”

“Shit!” Sid said. “What do we do now?”

“That’s easy,” Cynthia said. “Go and let them see you or go home naked. It’s entirely up to you.”

“There’s nobody in the barn, is there,” I said. “You’re still playing the game.”

“The only way you’ll ever know the answer to that is to go to the barn and check it out for yourself,” Jen said. “We’ll wait five minutes for you and then we’re leaving.”

“Are you for real?” Sid said as I stood up and started walking towards the barn. “How do you know those kids aren’t there?”

“Because it’s the way Cynthia plays the game. It’s based on fear, with real risk, but nothing dangerous. So I don’t know that the barn is empty, but I believe it is. Come on, because if I go alone I’m only coming out with one shirt.”

I continued walking, but slowly. I sure hoped I was right. I heard Sid swear again but then he caught up with me. We got up to the sliding door and stopped and listened. And then I thought I heard a voice, but not from the barn, it came from the path on the other side. It was do or die time, and I didn’t want to go home naked.

I pulled the door with all my feeble strength and rushed inside. It was empty, but I could see that the kids were just a hundred feet from the barn. Our shirts were hanging from nails on the other side. I ran to them with Sid right on my heels.

There wasn’t time to put the shirts on, all we could do was grab them and run. We went out through the sliding door just as they reached the opposite end of the barn. Running at full speed we reached the tall grass just as they came around the corner.

“Sorry, didn’t mean for it to be that close,” Jen said as we crawled through the grass to them. “We thought it would take longer for them to get there. But I can see that it was still exciting for you.”

I hadn’t even realized it until she said that, but looking down I saw that once again I was hard as a rock. I glanced at Sid and saw that he was too. “Can we please go to your house and get our clothes now?” I asked.

“Well, about that,” Cynthia said. I knew this meant more trouble was ahead for us. “Your clothes are in one of two places—my house or Jen’s. You guys can choose which one we go to, but once there you give up the shirts. If your clothes aren’t there, well that will certainly be a problem for you. If that happens, we might get them for you, but it will cost you.”

“Cost us what?” I asked.

“Remember what you almost did to me?” Sid asked me. “That’s the cost, isn’t it,” he asked Cynthia.

“Well, it is now,” she said.

“Why did you have to go and give her that idea?” I yelled at Sid, and then remembered the kids were right there in the barn and probably heard me. “Come on, we have to get out of here,” I said more quietly. I peeked above the grass and saw them standing in the open doorway.

“They’re looking right this way,” I said, ducking down. “We need to crawl out of here before they come looking for us.” I led the way and even the girls followed. I never looked back, so I don’t know if they came into the grass or not, but when we reached the other end they weren’t behind us. Laying down on by my back I put the shirt on. My dick was sticking straight up in the air. Sid was in the same condition.

“So what house do we go to?” Sid asked. “I choose Jen’s, that’s where Cynthia said they were.”

“Which is why we go to Cynthia’s house,” I said. “Everything she tells us is a lie. Our clothes will be there.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” Jen said with a smile on her face. “Are you sure enough to risk the punishment for being wrong?”

“Yes,” I said with conviction I didn’t really feel. I was going more on hope than anything else.

“How about you Sid,” she asked him. “Do you trust your friend or do you want to go to my house?”

“Can we split up?” he asked.

“Sure, but that will guarantee that one of you is wrong. Who will it be? You or Adam?”

“Are you sure about this?” Sid asked me. I nodded, basically because I was sure if I spoke that he would hear in my voice that I had doubts. “Then we’re going to Cynthia’s house.”

It was another scary walk back, and I really started feeling queasy as we passed Jen’s house. Tim, Reggie, and Gina were gone as we approached Cynthia’s house. We got up to the door and she stopped. “If you’re right, then we’ll give you a chance to catch us next time we play,” she said. “But if you’re wrong, we may decide to let our neighbors come and watch you pay your punishment. Or we can go to Jen’s house right now and see if you made the right decision.”

“Oh, god,” I thought. Sucking off Sid was bad enough. But letting Gina watch me do it? I almost gave up.

“I think you’re right Adam,” Sid said. “And now she’s just trying to get in our head. Open up, our clothes are here,” he said to Cynthia.

The dice were cast, now it was time to see if I was really right about this. We went inside the house.

“Your clothes are in the den, under my father’s desk,” Cynthia said. She pointed to the room. Sid and I hurried there and what a relief it was to see our clothes again. We pulled the shirts off and dressed as fast as we could. I knew that the first moment I had alone I was going to be pulling my dick for the third time that day. Or was it the fourth? I couldn’t even remember, but I knew I was working a new record.

When we came out to the living room again, Cynthia invited us to sit. I really wanted to go home and choke my chicken, but I sat.

“So it took you long enough, but you finally figured out the key to how Jen and I play. Lying is paramount. As the captive, you never reveal the truth. We’ll threaten you, we’ll put in at risk of being caught, we’ll do our best to learn secrets you might have, but you must always lie. I think that will be the hardest part for you, Adam. You are not a good liar. And if your lies aren’t believable, then the game continues until we think that maybe we got some truth out of you. Only then will we end it.”

I nodded, thinking about all the mistakes I’d made and how much I underestimated her.

“And you do need to buy some clothing that can be destroyed without it being something your moms would miss,” she continued. “We’ll allow you to keep clothes with us, and we’ll give you some of our clothes, so that when the game is over the players have something to put on.”

“Now, I want to play in that barn, there is a good element of danger there, but first we need to know if the kids there come out on a regular schedule or just show up at random times. For that, we need to be able to watch it, and I know how. I’ve got a battery powered transmitter that will turn on if it hears noise and send a signal to my cell phone. All we have to do is go there and hide it in the barn. Depending on how often someone is there, the battery will last for three or four days. If we aren’t sure by then we’ll have to go and put new batteries in it.”

Five days later we were sure we knew enough. The kids never showed up before one in the afternoon, and usually stayed for a few hours. Most times it sounded just boys although one or more girls showed up later. We decided we could safely play there with the idea that we needed to be out by 12:45. I got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it, but I also felt a little response from my dick. Sid and I had come a long way from our tickling game.

Cynthia said she would go out the next day and recover her bug and we would play the day after that. “It’s your turn to be the victims,” I reminded her.

“We’ll see. You guys will be allowed to get there early, and we will show up promptly at 11:30 in the morning. If you can take us by surprise than we’ll be your prisoners. But if we’re good enough to be able to surprise you then it will be too bad for you.” She reminded us to wear clothes we could lose without worry and said that she and Jen would be dressed appropriately too, so there would be no reason to worry about cutting or tearing any clothing.

The night before I jacked off before bed. Yet when I woke up the next morning I’d had a wet dream during the night anyway. I met Sid at ten and we hurried over to plan our ambush. We brought rope and knives with us for use on the girls.

With our plan in place we waited just inside the sliding door. At 11:20 we heard a noise outside. “It figures they’d arrive early to try and catch us off guard,” I whispered to Sid. We raised our plastic bats that we planned to use to knock them out with as soon as they stepped from sunlight into the gloom of the barn.

The door slid open rapidly and we swung our bats as soon as we saw from the shadow they were entering. We both hit, only something was wrong.

“What the hell,” a boy said. “Get them!” There were six boys there, and our plastic bats weren’t going to knock them out. We were grabbed and held tight

“It’s the kids we saw crawling naked through the grass last week,” one of the boys said. “Bring them inside.” We were dragged to the middle of the barn, right where we had planned to bring Cynthia and Jen.

“Look at this,” the boy said. He picked up the ropes we had in place and inspected them. There were four ropes that were tied to posts along the walls and ended in pre-tied nooses. Our plan was to tie the two girls facing each other with their arms pulled out to the side where we would be free to cut the clothing from their bodies before starting our interrogation. The boy guessed their purpose immediately.

“Bring him here and hold his arms out,” the leader said to the ones holding me. In moments my arms were secured. Sid was pulled to the other two ropes and stood facing me, ten feet apart. “Search them,” he said. “And Rick, look around. See if they left anything.”

The search of our bodies found the knives we had brought and nothing else, but Rick found the bag containing two new tooth brushes, a pair of scissors, and a spray bottle of Nair and damp wash towels. We didn’t know if Cynthia had hair around her slit or not, but if she did we planned to remove it.

But he also found something else we hadn’t brought—a used tub of Icy-Hot.

“I’ll bet they were planning on using this on us,” one of the boys said.

“Strip them,” the leader said. “Don’t worry about the clothes, just cut them off.”

Two of the boys used our knives to cut the shirts and shorts from us, followed by our boxers. For me, I never expected to be caught, so I had worn my favorite pair of boxers. Having them cut off was not only very embarrassing but also I was sad at their loss.

“Look at that,” one of the boys said. “Not a single hair! How old are you guys?”

Sid and I were too ashamed to answer as we were once again naked, this time with our arms starched out to the sides and surrounded by six boys who all appeared to be about our age. At least this time I wasn’t hard.

“Not talking, huh?” said the leader. “We’ll see about that. We want to know everything about you and what this stuff was intended for.”

He stood right in front of me and asked, “Let’s start with an easy question—what’s your name?”

“Ad…Alex Bosinov,” I said.

“You’re lying. Bring that stuff over here and put a small amount on one of his little titties and then gag him.”

The kid with the Icy-Hot came over and stuck his finger into the tub and then wiped his finger across my right nipple. He tried to push my boxers into my mouth but I held it closed until he pinched off my nose. I was forced to open my mouth in order to breath and in went my boxers.

Meanwhile, the leader had moved over to Sid and asked him for his name.

“Ivan Fuckenoff,” Sid said.

“Same with him,” the leader said to the kid with the Icy-Hot.

By this time my nipple was started to get very hot and I was squirming around.

The leader stood off to the side where he could see both of us. I saw Sid’s eyes getting bigger as the Icy-Hot began affecting him too. “Look, I’ll start,” the leader said. “I’m Pete Benson, that’s Rick Anderson, and back there are the Payne twins, Tom and Trevor. We’re all thirteen. Over there are Wade Daily and Will Smith, they’re twelve. There’s enough of the Icy-Hot to do both nipples several times, then your balls, and finally your dicks. All we want is the truth.”

Sid and I were both screaming into our gags and twisting around. The pain wasn’t really that bad, but being bound made it worse. And I was already thinking about how it would feel on my dick.

“You forgot their butts,” Trevor Payne said. “It’ll burn real nice up there.”

“Unless we get some answers from them, we’re going to take turns putting something else up their butts,” Pete said. “And you don’t want some Icy-Hot in there when you stick your dick in.”

I thought Sid’s eyes were wide before, but now they were nearly popping out of his head. Mine were too as Pete casually said that he and his five friends were going to fuck us.

“Okay, I see that got their attention,” Pete said. “Let’s see if they want to give us good answers now. Pull the gags.”

“I’m Adam Carter and I’m thirteen,” I said as soon as my boxers were pulled from my mouth.

“And I’m Sid Kline and I’m also thirteen,” Sid said.

“And what were you planning to do here?” Pete asked.

I was afraid, but for some reason Cynthia’s instruction kicked in. “It was, uh, we figured you’d catch us and we wanted to see what you’d do to us. But we didn’t think you’d go so far as, uh, you know, the last thing you said.”

“Yeah, please, don’t do that,” Sid said. “He’s telling you the truth.”

“Do you guys believe them?” Pete asked his friends. Four said “No,” and two said “Yes.”

“I’m with the ‘no’ vote too,” Pete said. “Gag them again and then do both titties.”

He waited until we were again suffering before he had the gags removed.

“Why don’t you believe us?” I said. “We’re telling the truth, I promise. More torture won’t make it a lie.”

“I don’t believe that two boys would want to be captured. We saw your hidden bug and knew you were watching to see when we’d be here, so we came early. You were ready for someone to slide open that door. And why the Nair? You guys don’t have any hair. In fact, that’s the next question—why don’t you have any hair. And before you answer, if you lie it’ll be both titties and one side of your nut sack.”

Okay, that was a poorly thought out lie. Cynthia was right, I was a poor liar. But I tried again. “Okay, we play a game with some boys and they used Nair on us. So we planned to get them back. We didn’t expect you guys to show up. But the other boys, they should be here now. I’ll bet they are out there in the grass, just waiting for you guys to leave so they can come in and torture us some more.”

“What’s their names?” Pete asked me.

“Tim Burkins and Reggie Armstrong.”

“Hey, I know them,” Wade said. “They play hockey at the Y.”

“Do you know a phone number for them?” Pete asked.

“Yeah, I’m texting them now,” Wade said. A few seconds went by. Time for me to know that we were going to suffer even more.

“Tim says he knows these two, but doesn’t play any games with them. He says they’re lying. And he wants to know if he and Reggie can come here.”

“Hell yeah,” Pete said. “Tell them to hurry. And in the meantime, you know what to do Tom.”

“No—no--no,” Sid said. “I’ll tell you truth. Just don’t jjjssss….”

We were gagged again and the Icy-Hot applied to the areas Pete had said it would. It burned a lot more on my ball sack than on my nipples, and having it on three areas at once was much worse than before.

The effects wear off after a few minutes, leaving just a dull and uncomfortable warmth. We were just to that stage when Tim and Reggie came into the barn. Pete ordered the gags removed and Wade introduced everyone to them.

“Now we’ll try again,” he said. “What was the real purpose for this setup?”

I was out of lies. “There’s two girls, they got us to play a game of TUG, that’s Tie Up Game,” with them. They removed our hair. Today it was supposed to be their turn. Only you guys showed up early.”

“And their names?” Pete asked.

I thought about lying, but then I knew that Tim would know who they were and if he told then Sid and I would be subject to another round of Icy-Hot. “Jen Brown and Cynthia Patterson,” I said.

“And this time it’s really the truth,” Sid said. “Please believe him. Or just ask Tim, he knows.”

“Cynthia lives right across the street from me,” Tim said. “And she’s kind and helpful. She’d never do anything like this at all.”

“Wait, he’s lying!” I yelled. “I told you the truth. And he knows, he was in the house when I was naked and tied to a chair. He’s lying!”

“Gag them,” Pete said. Both Sid and I struggled against the ropes but it was useless. We were both gagged within seconds. The other boys waited for Pete to order the Icy-Hot. But Pete pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.

“I think we got the truth,” he said when his call was answered. “They gave me your name and a Jen Brown too, and told me about the game.” He listened for a few seconds and then said, “Okay, come on in.”

Moments later Cynthia and Jen walked in. “How did you two end up here?” Cynthia asked Tim and Reggie.

“That was one of the lies they told,” Pete said. “They really did try to lie, but didn’t do a good enough job to convince me. At one point they said it was Tim and Reggie who were the targets. I was ready to believe that, except that one of my boys knew them and we called to verify. So do we get the reward you promised?”

It was a trap all along. All the planning Sid and I had done was for nothing. She had tricked us again. I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to swear at her. I wanted—but it didn’t matter, I was gagged.

“Well, that is up to these two,” Cynthia said to Pete. “Because you told them the truth, it will cost me fifty each dollars to buy your freedom. Do you have fifty dollars?”

Both Sid and I shook our heads.”

“Then if I buy your freedom you’ll play the game whenever Jen or I want you to and you will automatically be the victims until you pay me back. Or, maybe Pete and his friends here will take a substitute payment directly from you two. You know what they desire.”

This time Sid and I really shook our heads and tried our best to talk though the gags.

“Uh, wait a second,” Pete said. “I think maybe we scared them a little too much. We threatened to uh, put our things in their butts.”

“That would never have been allowed,” Cynthia said.

“And I never would have allowed any of my boys to do it. It was just to scare them. I assume you are offering them up for something different.”

“If they accept, you can buy your freedom from them,” Cynthia said. “They will not put anything up your butts.” She looked at me and said, “Remember what you nearly did with Sid? If you don’t want to be slaves to Jen and I until you earn fifty dollars, then offer them that. And if they accept then you just belong to Jen and I for the rest of the day. Jen and I are going to step outside and let you discuss it.”

She looked at Pete and said, “Either way, send them out with their hands tied behind their backs. They’ve got a long day ahead of them.”

The girls left and the gags were removed from our mouths. I looked at Sid. He looked at me. Neither of us spoke.

“Look, I’m pretty sure I know what she is talking about, so here’s the deal,” Pete said. “We’ll accept that from you guys in exchange for the hundred she promised me for getting the truth from you.” Pete was the only one where who knew there was no hundred-dollar reward. Cynthia had told him what he could try for and that he should make the best deal he could get but if the boys turned down his offer he would get nothing.

“What are we talking about?” Will asked from the back of the group.

“Blowjobs, you idiot,” Rick said. “We all get one.”

“Us too?” asked Tim, meaning him and Reggie.

“Yeah, you guys too,” Pete said. “But not just one. That’s not a fair exchange for a hundred.”

It was a tough decision. There was no good choice. Then Pete added another element to it.

“Look, Cynthia asked me if the girls from our neighborhood hung around here much. If you go back with her, I get my hundred, but she gets to use the barn as much as she wants. Some of my boys would enjoy watching whatever they do to you, and we’ve got sisters that will be here every time you guys are.”

“I don’t get an allowance,” Sid said to me. “Neither do you. How would we ever come up with fifty dollars apiece?”

Pete knew right then that the boys had given away too much information. He decided to go for broke.

“Look, a hundred dollars is a lot to give up, so here’s the deal I’m willing to make. You guys show up here naked every day for three weeks. You give a blowjob to all of us who are here. And twice we tie you up and try to make a deal for more time.”

“No way,” I said. “You could invite your whole school to come. I’d rather be under Cynthia’s control than take a chance on that.”

“Yeah, good catch, I hadn’t intended that,” Pete said truthfully. “So it’s just limited to the eight of us who are here now.”

“Still not a go,” Sid said. “Once were tied up, who’s to say that you won’t fuck us? Or use the Icy-Hot on us until we agree to anything. We’re not falling for that.”

“Again, that’s a fair criticism,” Pete said. “So there has to be rules. First, the threat of fucking you was just to scare you. It isn’t allowed and it won’t happen. Second, we will have just fifteen minutes to get you to accept another deal or we’re done for the day. And finally, we can only use a dab.” He took the tube and put a small amount on the tip of one finger, “This much, and we can only use it once on each of you.”

“And no stuff like squeezing our balls or punching us,” I added. “No kicking, biting, nothing like that.”

“Agreed,” Pete said. “Other than the Icy-Hot, nothing that causes pain.”

“We can do that,” Sid said to me.

“Still too much,” I said. Just one week of blowjobs and one tie up.”

We argued back and forth until finally we reached an agreement. We would show up naked seven days, and on one of them they would be allowed to try and get more time. But they had today to try and get more time added, however they would only have fifteen minutes to torture us.

“So we have a deal?” Pete asked. Sid and I agreed.

“The fifteen minutes start right now,” I said. But then Pete backed out of the agreement.

“Okay, here is the deal, take it or leave it,” Pete said. “We get you for ten days plus you are victims in the game with the girls for the same amount of time. And when you’re the girl’s victims they let Tim and Reggie participate once and Wade and Will once.”

“We don’t accept,” I said.

Pete looked at his watch. “In about five minutes there are three girls coming. We’re going to go out and have a chat with Cynthia and Jen and allow them to supervise what those girls want to do, but to get untied you’ll have to strike a deal with the girls. You have until they show up to tell to us that you accept the new offer.”

“Oh cool,” Wade said. “My sister is one of them. She’s only ten, but she has a very devious and sick mind. You’re going to wish you accepted Pete’s deal if she shows up.”

“Come on guys, let’s step outside and let them think it over,” Pete said.

Once they all left I asked Sid, “Do you think he’s lying?”

“That’s Cynthia’s trick,” Sid said. “I think the girls are coming and the boys are not going to untie us. And I also think that Cynthia will leave it up to us to get free.”

“That means ten days of giving blow jobs and being tied up each day by the girls,” I said. “And you know that Tim will ask if Gina can come and watch.”

“Maybe they will negotiate,” Sid said. “But we don’t have much time if he’s telling the truth.”

“Negotiate for what?” I asked. “I’m pretty much out of ideas.”

“Hey Pete, come back in,” Sid yelled. He must have been right outside because he stepped in just a few seconds later. Which meant he’d been listening.

“We’ll agree to the ten days, but your girls will only have fifteen minutes and all they can do is look. Then we get untied.”

“They get to look and touch and they can come back every third day plus today. And that’s my final offer. Take it or leave it, the girls are already on the road and will be here in one minute.” He pointed to a missing board on the back wall and we could see the six girls were really coming.

“Take it Sid,” I said. “It’s the best we’re going to get and it’s a lot better than letting the girls decide what we have to do to get untied.”

Sid took the deal. We were now committed to being Cynthia’s victims for the next ten days.

Everyone came in with the girls, and then I saw Gina. My dick rose immediately. I was in love with Gina, and now I was naked in front of her. The other girls were very excited and the look on their faces showed me that they had no idea what they were going to find when they got to the barn. They were given instructions and then ran over and the touching started.

Three girls from the other group plus Gina meant there were two on me and two on Sid. Of course Gina came to me. And the moment she touched my dick I nearly exploded. She reached around and stroked the back of my balls while gently holding my dick and instructed the other girl to rub her fingernail across the tip.

“But watch his toes and his back,” Gina said to the other girl. “If you see his toes curl or if he arches his back, stop touching him for a few seconds.”

As soon as she said that I felt that familiar feeling and I couldn’t help but curl my toes and arch my back. They both let go and I actually begged them to do it again. Only I didn’t want them to stop, just keep on touching. I heard Sid squeal in ecstasy and watched as the girls pumped his dick while he shot his load and wished I could do the same. But Gina was calling the shots and she and the other girl brought me right to the brink of climaxing and then stopped again. Again, I saw the girls on Sid bringing him off and heard that happy sound as he unloaded. Knowing he was getting satisfaction and I was getting frustration made it even more maddening for me.

They did it at least a dozen times before someone said the fifteen minutes was up. The girls all backed off. There was a layer of Sid’s cum on the floor for however many times he’d been able to shoot.

“You guys still belong to me,” Cynthia said. “And there is only one way you get any clothing back. Untie Sid,” she said.

Now he was being freed while I needed any touch at all to be able to shoot. But then Cynthia said, “Sid, if you want clothing in order to get home, then kneel in front of Adam and take care of his needs.”

Sid looked spent, and when he looked at me he looked a little green. But he came over and said, “I guess we’re going to have to get used to doing this anyway,” and took my tool in his mouth. That was all I needed and it felt like I fired a quart of cum into his mouth. Even when he backed off my dick kept spitting on him until I was so weak that I just hung from the ropes.

“Next time the girls are here we’ll switch,” Cynthia said. Then she turned to Jen, who had been silently watching the events. “Any argument that my boy won?” she asked.

Jen blushed, but shook her head no.

“Then you’re mine,” Cynthia said her. She turned to Tim and Reggie. “Which of you won?”

“I did, fortunately,” Tim said. Reggie looked like he was about to cry.

“Reggie, you belong to Gina. I think you both know what to do next.”

To everyone’s total surprise, Jen and Reggie took off their tops. Once bare from the waist up, they presented their backs to Cynthia and Gina. Cynthia produced the two pairs of handcuffs and put them on Jen and Reggie. Then she started unbuttoning Jen’s shorts while Gina did the same to Reggie.

“Oh, Reggie, it’s too bad, I really wanted to be able to do this to my brother, but we’ll still have fun.” She removed his shorts and then his boxers, leaving him totally naked. Gina looked at the girl who had helped her with me and said, “Choose one of them and teach her what I taught you.” She pushed Reggie over to the girl who demonstrated for the other girls how to bring poor Reggie right to the brink but not let him cum.

“There will only be seven of you for your payment,” Cynthia said to Pete. “I’m afraid poor Reggie won’t be getting any relief until he can convince Gina that he deserves it. I’ll have Sid and Adam here every day per the agreement they made. And I hope that by then the girls know how to spend their fifteen minutes with each of them. I’ve never seen two boys sixty-nine, it should be interesting.”

For the next ten days we were brought naked to the barn where Sid and I each gave a blowjob to Pete and his five friends plus Tim. Three times the girls were allowed to come and torture us both for fifteen minutes. And I’m real sure that each time it was longer than just fifteen. Then Sid and I had to curl up and suck each other off while everyone watched.

Cynthia wasn’t that interested in playing TUG with us. She just made demands. Get naked. Suck Tim’s dick. Suck each other. Beat off. Jen was part of it too, and several times she had to suck Tim’s dick, but never Sid or I.

Gina was busy with Reggie for the first three days and either Sid or I would be assigned to suck him off after Gina had tortured him as long as she wanted.

I figured out the whole thing had been some sort of contest between Cynthia and Jen with side bets by Reggie and Tim. I never bothered to try to understand exactly what the bet was. Three years later when I started high school I ran into Tim. He just smiled and said nothing. Rick, Tom, and Trevor wee there too, and the next year Wade and Will entered. Having sucked each of them off several times I wasn’t in the mood to talk with them, and they didn’t bother me. They must have kept quiet about it because there was never any jokes or comments from any other student about it.

Sid and I still played the game, but not as frequently and with a lot less risk. We’d learned it was safer to exchange some satisfaction for more security.