Sweaty Tie-Up Saga (mm/mm) - Stories of Tie Up Games (2025)

Chapter 11 – Wrapping Him Up for the Night

“All set! Let’s get Grégory down from the pole.”

Hervé overlooked the manoeuvre, but Thomas and Aurélien were getting quite proficient and operated within the guidelines, which meant they made sure that if they freed the arms, the legs were bound and vice versa. His arms were kept pinned to the sides with ropes; there were coils wrapped around his torso over his chest, his abdomen and waist, which his arms were restrained to. Ropes around his wrists were linked to his upper thighs.

Hervé even used duct tape to trap Grégory’s fingers over his thighs.

“This is a good start. Now let’s wrap him up.”

Aurélien grabbed a roll and kneeled at Grégory’s feet. He was about to lay the end of the roll over the boy’s calf; Hervé stopped him.

“You’d better start at the top, around his shoulders, Aurel; he’s less likely to fall, because once we’ve wrapped him up well he will be really, really helpless and even keeping his balance will be difficult.”

Aurélien stood up and started around his arms, asking Hervé for confirmation that he was doing well.

“How hard do I pull? Like this?”

“Just so it contains his flesh well. No need for extraordinary pressure, you just need many layers, laid out so they do hold from his moves within. Yeah, like this.”

“I see what you mean. Could you give me a hand, Tom? Grab the roll and turn around Grégory, I’ll pull the film over him.”

The brothers worked as a team: Thomas walked around their prey, his index fingers within the cardboard tube and keeping it upright; Aurélien laid out the plastic film so it would overlap a couple inches from one turn to the next; sometimes he needed to get some angle, finding out a human body wasn’t a toy box you wrapped as a Christmas present.

Grégory felt the whole set-up tightening. He knew how well this worked to restrain prisoners fully; he’d had Philippe wrapped from nose to toes in cling film, and there had been no way he could have escaped.

They’d reached his waist when they finished the first roll. Hervé handed them another one; they started over making sure the body was compressed in plastic film from under his navel to the top of his thighs.

“He isn’t wearing a nappy, but this should prevent him from leaking if he has an accident…”

Having his bodily functions thus played with infuriated Grégory. His words of contempt and disapproval were much too garbled to give the experimenting boys any concern. They kept on packaging his legs, every additional layer cocooning him further in the inescapable web.

Once they’d reached his ankles, his goose was truly cooked. This didn’t prevent Hervé from requesting the addition of duct tape rings to reinforce the set-up.

“Just at the shoulders, elbows, waist, thighs, shins and ankles, nothing excessive. Three or four turns will be enough. I’ll get the board.”

It wasn’t much of a surprise that Hervé decided to go into overkill mode, and combine layers to ensure full immobility of the older boys he took care of. The brothers got busy, with one roll each, Thomas handling the legs while Aurélien reinforced the torso’s wrapping.

Hervé came back with a board and two trestles. He unfolded the trestles and set them a few feet away from the mummy in the making.

He brought the board towards the group. It was five feet long, one foot wide and two inched thick. He set it vertically behind Grégory; it got to the nape of his neck.

“I’ll hold to the board while you wrap some film around. We’re going to have Grégory in very close contact with the board. This will hold him rigidly and decrease his chances of escaping.

The blond boy didn’t think his tormentor needed worry much. The initial ropes restraining his limbs would have likely been enough to keep him from freeing himself. His young tormentor liked certainty.

The little ballet of boys going around him started anew. Grégory felt pulled against the hard wood yet there was no major discomfort so far. This was cause to let his mind wander, thinking of Hervé’s potential moves to make his night really unpleasant. The more stories from their misadventures he remembered, the bleaker his future seemed.

The wrapping was a bit slower, but not any less thorough than the underlying layer. Grégory could feel his body tightening and becoming more rigid with every turn of the cling film. They had a knack for guaranteeing the tension was taut from the get go, and once they’d gone from neck to ankles again, he was one with the plank.

Hervé decided to spruce up the fine job the young boys had performed. He started adding rings of tape at strategic points, like limbs, apparently with a more decorative purpose to the whole set-up.

Grégory experienced some distress. He was once again Philippe’s kid brother’s helpless captive; the tyke had a fancy to make him suffer, and apparently despite all his talking with his friends, it seemed the younger boy had managed rather masterfully to get the upper hand on his brother and most importantly his friends, to have another one of his games in which he would keep them tightly bound and thoroughly gagged.

Grégory’s dismay at this point was about Rémi’s cousins. The two boys seemed to share the same sadistic streak with Hervé; their taste also for intimate care, and other boys’ bottoms made them likely enactors of more torment; there was also the sheer fact that there were four captors this time. Steph wasn’t here, but the energy and eagerness of the young locals made up for his absence tenfold.

There were at least twenty-four hours ahead; Grégory wondered when he would eventually get an opportunity to try and free himself, if any. If he couldn’t, what would the little maniacs do with the troop of prisoners they’d so heavily subdued over the last few hours?

For the moment, the boys had decided to turn their attention back to Nicolas, whom Hervé deemed in need of a change of nappy. The cute teenage boy was waiting patiently, having collected all the stuff on the board his eyes sometimes opening wide at seeing how roughly his friends were treated.

Aurélien and Thomas framed him, and each got a hand under his armpits; they led him outside the room, to the bathroom.

He was stripped naked and had to sit on the toilet. Apparently, they didn’t mind that he was completely dry. They were not playing at having him keep control of his bladder. He got to sit and do his business, with both boys keeping close. Thankfully for Nicolas’ modesty, there was no need yet for a number two, so his humiliation was on the mild side.

They stood him up and congratulated him on the good job, whatever they meant. He had to do the walk back to the attic in the nude; changing was still to take place.

“It seemed your charge was obedient,” Hervé commented, “It didn’t take you long.”

“Yes, you know, Hervé,” Aurélien said with a deceivingly modest and shy smile, “we really feel it our duty to get our young pupils in line. The single flick of a finger should get your slave to understand what you mean after some training. And this is what we can achieve with Nicolas as well as with Rémi.”

All of the audience could recognize Hervé’s taste for disciplinary language.

The blond boys laid Nicolas over the changing mat. Aurélien and Thomas were left in charge, though Hervé and Cédric kept close, helping out for instance by holding a limb or another to ensure Nicolas not attempting “anything silly”, as Hervé repeated at regular intervals.

Nicolas’ plump buttocks and his cute, well-sized little sausage in front caught the brothers’ interest.

“He’s completely hairless down there, though his dick is not a little boy’s!”

“Nicolas has to follow some instructions I gave him, one of which is to keep hairless under his armpits and from his belly button to his knees. Look how smooth his thighs are!”

The ballet of hands caressing him got the boy to moan through his gag, attracting laughter and glee from the boys.

“You can’t resist us, little one. You’re lucky, though, we need a waiter to attend on us, so you’re going to be a baby butler!”

“It’s all part of your education,” Thomas exclaimed, “You are a pre-schooler, and you have some classes to teach you how to help at home.”

This all made sense to the little troop of boys.

“One thing Nicolas will like, and not as a pre-schooler, lads, is to have something stuck up his butt. Before you trap his buttocks under the nappy, it would be a reward for his obedience to stuff up his bum before he gets to do chores.”

There were questions the younger boys would have liked asking Hervé, but they didn’t want to seem stupid to the rest of the gang and hence they waited to see what was coming.

Hervé picked up some shiny round object, four or five inches in length, which the boys knew immediately was the plug Hervé had talked about.

“I’ve done it for Nico. He’s tried it out a few times and don’t worry, it’s clean.”

Hervé went on explaining how he’d built a homemade dildo for the teen, with a little piece of stick in the middle around which he’d wrapped layers of fabric, with a sock used for the founding layer and then turns of duct tape.

“And so, you just wrap a condom around the plug before you stuff it inside Nico’s arse. So you just discard the condom once you’re decided Nicolas could have his butt unplugged.”

“That’s clever, Herv!”

Thomas took the home-built sex toy and the wrapper Hervé handed him. He carefully tore the corner of the plastic open, and delicately took the rubber sheath out of the package. He stuck its end over the dildo and rolled it all the way down its length.

“Knot it at the end.”

Hervé saw to it that there was some length that would allow retrieval once they’d change the boy.

Thomas then put on rubber gloves. He was keeling next to Nicolas, his legs spread open and his knees kept above his head; the boy winked at his victim, who returned a wide-eyed look, yet chose not to make a sound.

Thomas grabbed the lubricant Hervé offered him; he put a dollop at the end of his fingers, and he got his hand inside the butt crack, aiming first for the twitching little rosebud. After rubbing the boy’s ring for a while, he got his middle finger inside, slowly at first.

He didn’t get enough of a kick from this, so he soon grabbed the plug and inserted it mercilessly, without bothering to ask a question or trying to acquire the boy’s approval. The slick shape slid in swiftly, with everybody marvelling at how easily Nicolas’s innards had swallowed the thing. Now the resulting motions in the rod in front didn’t go unnoticed.

“Darn, Hervé, look how hard this all make him. I feel like putting a condom on it before we nappy our servant.”

“Of course, here you go,” the younger boy said as he handed a new wrapper.

The wink was even more pronounced this time, and the immobilized Nicolas nodded sheepishly in return.

Thomas was getting some experience. It didn’t hurt that he was a very fast learner for these motivating activities. His slick rubber-gloved fingers were no issue and he flawlessly got the thing out of the package. He set it over the boy’s pulsating knob.

Nicolas couldn’t help it, his groin thus bared and talked about by cute little boys got him to spring a major woody, all five inches of it, and he felt the nimble fingers rolling the thing down his shaft, which got him to try and grind his hips.

“This makes him lively. We’d better finish the job with the nappy.”

Hervé’s words usually preceded acts and this was no exception. The big, padded adult nappy was pushed under his back before they pulled it over the front. There were five hands at it, and it seemed they did intend to imprison his waist in the cellulose prison in a rather strict manner.

His erect cock bent to the left, with the latex-topped glans pressed against his belly.

“With all we’ve done for him,” commented Aurélien, “it’s unlikely our little maid leaks from anywhere!”

There was much mirth at trading comments on Nicolas’ potential leaks of body fluids, and as they elaborated various scenarios or discussed possible improvements to be implemented later on.

Without a word, Hervé had triggered the next move, and the four accomplices worked in perfect harmony to get their prospective butler up on his legs.

His limbs were kept in his captors’ grasp throughout, with Hervé reaching for the cuffs and padlocks that would complete the costume.

There was a belt at the waist with a large ring in front, to which the captive’s wrists were linked by four inches of chain.

“Before we hobble his legs so he may take modest and demure steps, let’s get him back in shorts.”

Cédric and Aurélien took care of wrapping the butler’s crotch in the pair of sexy gleaming shorts.

“Yes, no leaking, you don’t want to mess such a nice outfit!” the younger blond boy cheerfully warned.

“He looks the cutest, my friends. This time, we may go to the kitchen, with our ‘winners’. Grégory and Philippe can wait for us here of course; it seems we’ve made consistently sure they wouldn’t wander off.”

Hervé turned to Rémi, who was still going around the table, picking his matches and bringing them to the bowl. The dressed up boy was performing his task peacefully. Rémi had listened intently on the conversation going on while Nicolas suffered his time at the hands of the pack of little devils.

Rémi could feel Hervé’s gaze as he approached.

“Time to check on how our wee little Rémi’s doing…”

Rémi must have shivered or blushed behind the dummy; Hervé felt something was up. He approached his trainee, who had been tasked with the dumb task of transferring the content of a box of matches one by one into a bowl at the end of the table.

Considering how little attention he got, Rémi had decided to make the task quicker by picking three or four matches at a time. He tried to drop the incriminating ones but it failed miserably and they dropped to the floor, followed by Hervé’s eyes. He smiled.

“Poor little baby! He doesn’t understand what we tell him. We’ll have to teach him further. Don’t worry my little baby, you will be fully taken care of, you will learn quickly that not listening to us well enough might have consequences.”

He pronounced the last few words in a tone that was much less cheerful than the first one. Hervé’s snide and villainy remark got the teen sniggers that accompanied a taunt that couldn’t meet a clever retort.

“In order to have you experience some time out, I think it’s time to review your outfit a little bit, Rémi. We may upgrade your bondage to Nico’s level. For such a naughty little baby cheating on a very basic task, some plug and some very serious nappying are in order. And I have just what we need.”

Chapter 12 – Baby Sitting

Indeed, Hervé had all the necessary gear in store. He made a point of displaying the items one by one as he took them out of a case: he first presented his captive with two homemade plugs; then, the thicker nappies and the large rubbery plastic pants clearly meant to mitigate a leak.

The four pairs of hands all concurred to getting Rémi temporarily out of his outfit, to insert a four-inch dildo up his arse, get him in two layers of nappies and the crinkling waterproof pants before having him back in his romper and his baby reins.

“Shouldn’t baby Rémi crawl behind us, Hervé? “ Thomas enquired.

“Of course, this is a good start, how else could such a disobedient baby do?”

They cuffed his hands in front. Following the prompt from his keepers, Rémi obediently kneeled and crawled with his cuffed hands in front. Hervé linked straps from his cuffed knees and elbows to his body harness.

“We’re going for a walk, baby Rémi. Go ahead, crawl!” The subjugated boy’s restrained limbs hampered his moves; he experienced some strange feelings with the thing he had in his rectum. This made him twist his hips in a cute baby way , at least according to Thomas.

“Look at how much he tries to please. See, Aurel, I think this is one of the sweetest surprises of the year. Thus finding out about our haughty older cousin being such an obedient pet, with the prospect of keeping the boy under our control for a very long time, wow, it’s really the best toy we ever get to play with.”

Rémi had been tamed rather abruptly by Hervé; he had been abducted for his initial meeting of the gang. There had been no question, no request for approval; Hervé and his goons had pounced on him, and they’d done some short job of binding and gagging him real fast.

They’d had him try various devious positions which meant he was thrown in at the deep end when it came to tie-up severity. The hogtie, the ball-tie, the pole tie… Rémi had been given a taste of them all.

So being on all fours was nothing particularly harsh for the boy. The procession, with Thomas guiding the ‘butler’ closing the line exited the attic.

Philippe moaned through his gag, which was in vain. He was still trussed up to his pole; he did benefit from Grégory’s wonderful mummy show, but he wished he’d been taken some care of. No attention paid to him at all. If there was one advantage in playing tugs with his brothers on week days, it was that he got one hundred percent of their attention. Of course, with Hervé’s developing affinities, this did make for some serious sessions; yet he himself grew more and more obsessed with being under their complete control.

Grégory replied faintly; both boys had been bound and gagged together; they’d developed some mastery of Morse code and the conversation could be initiated, far from their tormentors. It would be long, but they could try to exchange, if only to reassure each other and keep their morale up.

One floor lower and two rooms farther, the baby had successfully climbed downstairs backwards; his handlers had put a leash on him once they’d reached the landing. The group had resumed its progression; the boys had soon reached, at the end of a hall, what used to be the staff’s kitchen, back in the days. The days had endured until some decades ago, as there was still a small stove and a sink that were actually available.

There was also a threatening baby chair, which Rémi saw when he crawled inside. He’d made it downstairs by crawling backwards, with his cousins encouraging him; he turned on the landing, and the impressive piece of furniture could be seen in the background. It was tall, definitely at a rather adult scale, and the straps hanging down from it sure made it look like some torture implement.

This wasn’t too far from the truth. This had been one of Hervé’s projects. He was an outgoing young man and he’d long figured out that with a smile and a polite request, a wise boy could obtain much from grown-ups.

His games had triggered the need for gear. There had been ropes collected from the sailing club, and some furniture too. Hervé had become familiar with the owner of the large warehouse next door which kept all tons of interesting stuff.

This had yielded a chest, a large armchair that was now in their dad’s tool shed, and this high chair. Its origin was uncertain yet he felt very happy of how his improvements had changed the seat.

The chair was a sturdy hard wood chair, with legs four feet high. Hervé had found out this was bar furniture, some supposedly more comfortable version of a bar stool, with armrests.

“This is where you’re going to be able to think about how stupid it is to disobey our instructions. You’re all nappied and once we have you fixed as intended, we may leave you on your own for hours. You should be quite.”

Hervé had left the vinyl-covered foam seat and had mainly added straps at strategic points to restrain a boy in it. Rémi was maybe a bit smaller than Philippe, but not by much, and Hervé’s older brother fitted perfectly in the chair, his limbs being held at all joints in a leather cuff held to the chair by a hook. Rémi had D-rings attached at all the right places to fully experience the might of the harness.

Totally restraining him inside this implement didn’t take as long as aiming for the same effect doing so with tape. Hervé had also added footrests with straps on them of course, which made for some supremely subjugating bondage. Philippe had indeed spent hours experimenting, with his brothers constantly prodding him into escape attempts, but the poor victimized older sibling had understood very fast how desperate it was being strapped inside the chair.

“Your baby chair, Rémi. We’ll have you sit and we’ll harness you so you can’t make a mess as we’re about to feed you.”

He’d kept clean when they’d given him a bottle of chocolate milk, but this massive piece of furniture and its visible add-ons meant to keep him pinned to it had Rémi’s full attention.

Hervé looked at his two blonde goons, who smiled as they grabbed their cousin’s shoulders, ready to haul him up over the chair. Rémi was impressed by how efficient they were.

Sitting while having the cylinder up his fundament sent him some spark and caused him to get some hard-on, which didn’t go anywhere.

Once his nappied bum was on the seat, his crotch stood at his captors’ chest level; it would be convenient to wrap, tighten and buckle the twelve straps around his limbs and torso. Considering the bulk of the double nappy, Rémi’s waist fitted in the chair snugly. There was some concertation on how to best adjust the set-up, which usually ended up with the buckles at the last notch.

Rémi was still cuffed in front and had hobbles chained around his ankles; these fell soon as they started with his feet. The romper was tight and it didn’t hinder encircling his ankles or knees with straps. Once his heel rested tight against the ridge at the back of the foot rest, they fixed his spread-out legs to each matching one of the high chair.

“Now, babykins, we’ll make sure you don’t fall and you can’t hurt yourself with your hands. Let’s start with these.”

Rémi could witness how prepared the trio was; his cousins were expecting Hervé’s words, ready to trigger the next of their fiendish acts. This time, it involved foam balls and duct tape. When he saw these, Rémi had enough experience to figure out precisely how they would be used. His little cousins didn’t disappoint him, they went on with making his hands into closed fists around the foam balls, one each, and they then wrapped them in duct tape, making his hands into useless little stumps that would prevent him from meddling with the strap buckles, if only he managed to get his limns away from the hard wood piece of furniture.

“It’s going to be so much fun, Rémi! Can you imagine being our little play doll for a week. I’m sure you’re quite excited by the prospect too.”

His younger relatives’ cheerfulness didn’t dwindle, and the idea of spending more time in their claws was becoming more of a reality as they got bolder and bolder and asserted their control over time. Now they were helped by Hervé and Cédric to lock his forearms to the armrest. The hooks had been carefully positioned; once they were done, Rémi was sitting in a position that looked quite natural.

It didn’t last: the straps around his chest and waist, as well as these that soon pinned his thighs to the chair gave away the purpose of the chair. Hervé stood in front of him, eager to taunt his captive a bit before showing the chair’s other features.

“You did very poorly for your lesson; I don’t think it’s because you can’t do what we asked you. It’s just that you’re a misbehaved little baby, who doesn’t know better than annoying his minders. So you may stay in your chair for the rest of the evening. Now,” he said looking at the restraints from up close, “this seems to hold, but there are still a few improvements I made to this chair.”

Hervé picked up a small board with wood cleats thickening them at each end. There was a cushion fixed over the board. He went behind Rémi, and climbed over a kitchen stool.

“This is a headrest, in case you have to stay in the chair for a while.”

The wood pieces affixed to the end of the board had been cut and assembled with a hollow section that fitted over the stiles. Rémi could feel the cushion brushing over the bonnet as Hervé added the piece. Then a strap passed over his forehead.

“Here we are, my lad, you can’t shake your head violently and hurt yourself. Aren’t we kind? What do you think, my friends?”

Aurélien and Thomas stood close; they were impressed indeed.

“No way he can do anything silly! Is there more to the lesson?”

“For the moment, what would be the proper treatment for our little baby is get some more milk and maybe even some snack, like applesauce. Nothing to reward him, of course, he’s been naughty trying to count above one. But poor widdle Rémi needs a little something to eat so he can do better later on. We can’t have him rack up punishments all week-end long.”

“Don’t worry,” Tom laughed, “there’ll be plenty of time for us to have him pay his forfeit if he earns more in the days to come. We’ll keep track of them, of course!”

Cédric had gone to prepare the baby bottle as the other boys had been putting the latest touches to Rémi’s strenuous ordeal. This wasn’t the same one as earlier on; this was a big baby bottle, containing three-quarters of a litre.

When he saw the ‘cook’ return with the big bottle, Rémi frowned, which was about the only way he could express disapproval. He hadn’t peed yet, and the drinking a few hours earlier did cause some urge, though still quite faint.

There was no doubt his young foes were aware of this possibility, the devious Hervé especially.

With their victim pinned to the chair like a butterfly to its frame, the busy, focused boys surrounded him to watch him drink his baby bottle. Thomas had been given the responsibility to hold the bottle and make sure Rémi would feed well; he adjusted the stood Hervé had used so he would be standing next to his older cousin, in a perfect position to have him drink his milk..

The others looked and cheered their friends, suggesting Thomas should tilt it a bit steeper to make the milk flow faster, and encouraging Rémi to swallow and not let one single drop out.

Rémi could guzzle down liquid at a high rate, which helped; yet every swallow brought him closer to facing bladder concerns. Soon the bottle was empty. Yet Thomas kept the teat deep inside his mouth. The plastic was transparent, so didn’t he see that his charge had drunk the whole thing.

With his immobilized head, there was little Rémi could do to convey his displeasure and make the polite request that would have rid him of the annoying rubber shape keeping his mouth open.

He saw Cédric come back after a very short absence; the ‘baby’s’ eyes opened wide and he started mumbling, benefitting from the rubber teat’s relatively small size in comparison to the wadding methods that had been used to fill his mouth before.

Thomas pressed the teat in a bit; Hervé sounded slightly upset as he addressed his charge.

“Hush, baby, we’re not done feeding you, that’s all.”

“Hey, Aurel, do you want to give the next bottle? It’s fun to do, and you may want to practice. Who knows, you might have to babysit our little cousin on your own.”

Aurélien traded places with Thomas quite willingly. Rémi had the first rubber teat removed but it didn’t even last a second before Thomas had inserted the new one between his lips.

The dreadful contraption that held him prevented even head motions that would have allowed him to fight the imposed drinking on him. So he circled the teat with his lips and started sucking, under more cheers and encouraging for the fiendish band of little thugs.

“Drink it all, baby boy, it’s going to be a while before your next meal, tomorrow morning… You don’t want to disappoint me; the punishment you’re to receive will be strict enough.”

Hervé’s voice carried by now some major incentive to comply from Rémi; Nicolas felt the same way. He was now the ignored witness, standing at the entrance of the room, his leg hobbles chained very short. Hervé turned towards him, ending Nicolas’ quiet time.

“And we still have a very good baby boy to reward, our little Nico! Now Philippe is tied to his torture pole, Grégory mummified and Rémi strapped into his chair, it is high time the boy gets his reward.”

The others turned to Hervé; Aurélien almost took the bottle out of Rémi’s mouth looking behind him, but he didn’t and he made sure that the ‘baby’ went on sucking. He was quite curious as to what Hervé had in mind as a reward.

Chapter 13 – Fast Learners

“Well, lads, my little Nico love to suck on a baby bottle, but you should see how his lips and tongue work when he gets a big boy’s willie in his mouth!”

The two younger boys looked at each other; this wasn’t exactly a surprise, after all that had taken place over the afternoon, but they were flattered to be seen as ‘big boys’. They had entered puberty just a few months back, but they could sprout some impressive boners; they both squirted some liquid after reaching whet they knew was orgasm. The general atmosphere of the group was conducive to such activities.

“You mean Nicolas’s going to give us blow-jobs?” Thomas asked. His tone tried to sound older than he was, which the others deemed cute.

“Yes, this is exactly what I mean. Nicolas, the playful cock-sucking baby, just for your pleasure. It’s not like you could have this sort of fun with the others, but with our punished pair well trussed up upstairs and now Rémi sitting in his high chair, Nicolas is also the only possibility for some sex stuff.”

“OK, Rémi’s almost done. Could you give me a hand to get his dummy back when I take the bottle off, Ced?”

The older boy was taller than the others and he had no problem aiming for Rémi’s mouth and stuffing the large dummy back inside Rémi’s mouth. He let Aurélien tie the ribbons.

“A nice little bow tie at the back, Rémi, and you look the cutest. Is the dummy OK? The bulb is well into your mouth?”

The boy’s fingers were pulling on the ribbons; Cédric helped out with the final square knot by laying his finger over the first loop. Rémi was well and truly gagged once again, with some punishing device. His sentence had not been clearly explained, but he wouldn’t be able to appeal when it would be delivered.

“We’ll take Nicolas back upstairs. Getting blow-jobs in front of Philippe and Grégory will get them a little worked up, but this is what I intend as they’re supposed to be learning a lesson. I hope you won’t get bored, Rémi. This is your punishment, actually: you will have to stay here, and meditate on how you can be a better baby the next time. It’s not cold, but I’ll come back later to put a blanket over you for the night.

“Mmmmpgmmbll?!”

“Yes, you will spend the night over your chair. This will be a good way to reflect and ponder.”

Now he sounded like one of their teachers at school. Damn Hervé! Rémi kept on whining and trying to voice out his total disapproval; nothing worked. His captors ignored his muffled pleas and Rémi was left alone in the small room. Hervé switched the light off.

“You may take a nap, baby boy. Who knows, we might even have so much fun with your fellow gang members that we’ll let you stay here for a full night. Your nappies make this possible without you leaking, so we’re safe on the pants wetting side…”

The ominous threat rang in Rémi’s ears; the captive boy was taking in his dire situation. He was pinned to the sturdy high chair, held quite tightly against the wood, and dressed as a baby boy. The feelings around his crotch were very different from those provided by regular underwear or even the preferred swimwear. His penis was held in check by the massive amount of cellulose, and having one of Hervé’s homemade butt plug got him to experience new feelings.

His very limited twitching did cause the thing to rub inside him, which he actually didn’t find too unpleasant. It made for some soothing massage, getting him to relax ‘down there’.

While their cousin got to meditate and ponder on his situation, Aurélien and Thomas were also discovering another fun activity that could be had with prisoners. Upon arriving in the attic, they had picked a spot in the middle of the room where Philippe and Grégory could see the prisoner and admire how his handlers put Nicolas to good use to satisfy their lustful hungers. Hervé and Cédric remained close, but they didn’t interfere with their new friends’ handling of their favourite little pet.

Thomas removed Nicolas’ dummy, while Aurélien stood in front, his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts. When the captive boy’s mouth was rid of the rubber bulb, the blond cherub didn’t wait for long and he pulled his shorts down, his young erect dick springing out.

Nicolas had been Hervé’s pupil for some time now, and he’d been made to suck Philippe’s cock, but his friend’s younger brothers had also gotten their oral rewards. The younger boys in this little group looked young, but they had ceased being children; Aurélien was no exception, and the little tuft of black hair over his pelvis were a tell-tale of puberty having kicked in.

The member wasn’t this big, but it stuck up proud and firm, pulling its foreskin away to show the throbbing knob underneath. Nicolas took it in his mouth eagerly; his experience of blow-jobs had grown enough with the time spent under Hervé’s rule to make this first time a particularly memorable one for the angelic blond boy. He cooed and moaned until he closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth, betraying his orgasm and spilling semen inside Nicolas’ avid mouth.

Philippe and Grégory, one standing pole-tied to the beam and the other wrapped onto a board set on trestles could see the show from the corners of their eyes. The scene was getting wild, as the youngsters were turning into horny little sex fiends. This wasn’t the development Grégory had expected from their previous brushings in with Hervé and his crew. Yet it made sense; now the question was how to make this craziness stop and at least get a say in the rules of the games they played, that should also allow for some tables turning.

This didn’t seem to be on the lads’ agenda; Aurélien had replaced his brother in front of Nicolas, who was eagerly back at sucking cock. Aurélien’s was a bit bigger than Thomas’s and it felt harder and stronger. He started leaking pre-cum early on, forcing Nicolas to suck and swallow, which got the blond angel to groan louder.

This got Hervé and Cédric to smile as they entered the attic. Aurélien didn’t pay much attention to what was going on outside the kneeling boy’s warm mouth and he could feel a shiver build up in his loins before it spread through his spine, having him eventually shoot streams of semen inside Nicolas’s mouth.

“This is indeed something young Nicky is good at; this really makes me want to get in line.”

“Go ahead,” Thomas intervened, “it’s fun to all share the same prisoner for blow-jobs.”

Nicolas was completing his cleaning and drying act following the intense orgasm that had gotten the lad to spurt thick gobs of cum. He wasn’t to have one drop fall to the floor, so he moved his lips and tongue fiercely to swallow all the liquid from the still turgid member.

He succeeded, but Aurélien’s withdrawal didn’t leave the captive victim much free time, Hervé standing in front of him as soon as his mate left; his nylon shorts were taut, the boy’s maturing genitals inflating and causing a pronounced bulge. There was a distinct male dick smell which made Nicolas long for the use of his hands, feeling very much like stroking his own cock trapped under the nappy.

“Lick my shorts!”

Hervé now liked being sucked through the shorts’ fabric. This seemed an odd fantasy to Nicolas, but he now knew how to get the most gliding from his tongue depending on the shorts or underwear quality. He tackled the task at hand, or at tongue, and he reached for the tip of the young master’s cock through the gleaming navy-blue fabric.

Soon the tongue motions got wider, the lips circled around the aroused member and Nicolas started doing the little grunts that usually got Hervé to reach his climax.

“Good job, Nicky! Now clean me up, please.”

Hervé put a hand over the boy’s head so he would have to keep his face buried into the younger boy’s crotch.

“Yup, just like this, lick the spunk through, yes, yes! Darn, if you keep going like this, I’m going to cum a second time!”

Hervé was a bit presumptuous, his rod having deflated noticeably.

Cédric got his turn too, but he was more traditional, and he pulled his Speedos and shorts down, releasing his sausage that went to bump into Nicolas’s face; this was another impressive, manly dick. Nicolas didn’t wait for an order and took the appetizing member all in.

Thomas had not stayed idle for long; he really loved the show, but he also had to keep busy. He’d drifted away towards Philippe, almost unconsciously. He stood next to the pole-tied captive, his hand caressing his chest, then his stomach before it rested over the huge bulge poking in front of the shiny shorts. The boy’s small hand explored the area thoroughly, apparently mapping with his fingers what the lay-out was underneath the gleaming layer.

This was enough, of course, to throw Philippe into a frenzy. Could he surrender to this boy’s touch? Wouldn’t he be punished for ‘being messy’ by Hervé if he did?

Looking at what was happening to Nicolas didn’t help. He was doing Cédric in his ‘knob only’ style. The action focused on the end of the teenager’s shaft with Nicolas working ardently with lips, tongue and palate to provide a quick rise to orgasm Cédric’s hands were over his charge’s cheeks, stroking them softly and inducing the pace he wanted from the boy’s mouth.

The fourth of the lads who were getting service from Nicolas started shaking, twisting until he deeply sighed, which was Cédric’s discreet way to signal he’d spilled his seed and seen the thousands of stars a well-performed blow-job got to twinkle inside his head.

“Nicolas is really, really good,” Cédric panted, while he was having his dick licked clean. “Who has him for the night?”

Usually, Hervé was the one to get Nico; it seemed the little tyrant had decided to be really nice to his guests, and give them Nicolas for the night. Aurélien and Thomas volunteered, of course; Thomas wouldn’t have minded spending a bit more time with Philippe, whose generous endowment was the promise of entertaining games; but if he had to handle Nicolas, who felt soft and smelled fresh, Thomas could postpone his fun with the pole-tied prisoner.

“You both want to take care of him for the night? Sure,” Hervé approved, “it’s quite a reward to have two of us keeping watch!”

Nicolas would have been flattered to be considered a worthy reward; yet these two, unsupervised, could be quite overwhelming for a whole night; the experience they’d freshly acquired in sex stuff. Nicolas felt like objecting; he pulled away from Cédric, letting his softened dong out of his mouth.

“Please, lads, can you let me sleep on my own? I don’t want to grmmmmph! Mmmmbbbbllmmm! Mmmmm…”

This short attempt at being heard was interrupted by Hervé who’d lied in ambush nearby. With one hand grabbing his hair at the back of his head and the other spread across his lower face, keeping his mouth shut.

“I can’t believe you act so stupid, Nico. You didn’t notice how losers were punished? I think you’ll find out.” He turned to Aurélien and Thomas. “Watch him closely, he might be up to something. If he wants to be treated like Grégory or Philippe, no doubt you’ll notice.”

“Oh, yeah,” Thomas grinned, “and we will report it, of course.”

He moved away from Philippe and came towards Nicolas.

“I’ve got his dummy, should we stick it back?”

“Yeah, sure, if you don’t feel like using a more punishing gag…”

Hervé’s reply sounded sad, as if giving up a stringent gag opportunity was a major social faux-pas in their little society. As Thomas brought the dummy towards Nicolas, he reassured Hervé.

“This is of course very temporary, but we didn’t bring all the supplies, so at least he won’t be able to repeat his little provocation.”

Thomas tied a secure and perfect bow at the nape of Nicolas’s neck, trapping the rubber plug inside his mouth. Hervé smiled.

“Indeed, my friend, indeed. There must be tons of interesting stuff to gag him with too, like worn socks or Speedos. I’ll trust you to pick the best ones for Nico! I’m getting tired too.”

It seemed Nicolas had drained them from more than just their seminal liquid; all boys agreed. The sleeping arrangements had been discussed before. Rémi was to spend the night over his baby chair, Aurélien and Thomas would take Nicolas to their room. As for Cédric and Hervé, they would guard Philippe and Grégory; they had sleeping bags and foam mattresses just for this.

The young bossy leader and his henchman Cédric would first pay a visit to Rémi before they’d be back to prepare Philippe and Grégory for the night.

They told this to their charges, who moaned with some gratitude, hoping for a betterment of the situation. Grégory tried to see the bright side of life, and avoid imagining how Hervé’s sadistic tendencies could bring a more taxing predicament.

Soon after Aurélien and Thomas had left with Nicolas, Hervé and Cédric followed, once the prisoners’ bonds and comfort had been assessed.

“We won’t be long, prisoners, enjoy your time before we’re back.”

Grégory felt butterflies in his stomach. This was going to be a long and uncomfortable night.

Chapter 14 – The Boy Whisperers

Rémi had been alone for a little over an hour. They had switched the light off. Being in the dark allowed Rémi to ponder on his situation. Very soon, the main focus of his thoughts was his bladder. He’d been given tons of fluid and he hadn’t been able to relieve himself for ages.

The binding itself wasn’t too bad. It was more restraints than bonds, actually, and he was sitting comfortably. Having such a padded bottom was a new experience, or a renewed one at least, though the actual last time was too far back in time for Rémi to remember it.

He figured they were not done with him and they would be back; with Hervé, there were surprises and maybe he would release him in time for the teenage baby to run to the loo in time.

Sadly for the boy, minutes went by and there was no hint that the situation was improving. He could hear the faint sound of steps upstairs, but no door opened and no one was coming for him.

“Mmmmph…”

Rémi’s attempt at attracting attention was doomed, of course. The boy still felt the urge of protesting to give himself courage in the face of adversity. Minutes went by, which felt like hours to Rémi. Eventually, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He let out a small stream of urine before his sphincters were able to strike back and gain control over his pissing.

It felt warm, and it hadn’t flowed down his chair. The nappy worked, apparently. He still wanted to go rather bad, so he figured that while having wet the nappy already, he could go the whole way. He trusted the two layers and the rubber pants to keep him from leaking.

Relief overcame Rémi while warmth spread around his crotch. Being thus alleviated of this burden, Rémi’s mind wandered in other places. He reminisced the day, picturing his friends and their foes, and the ingenuity of the various set-ups and games they’d faced.

Rémi’s penis reacted joyfully to these memories, growing inside the wet and warm nappy. Rémi could only feel frustration at not being able to soothe out this tension, what with his hands strapped to the chair.

While having wonderful pictures of his bound and gagged friends playing in his mind, Rémi eventually dozed off.

He was awoken by the light being switched on. It was Hervé and Cédric. The younger boy’s tone was quite babysitter-like, speaking in a soft voice, like if he didn’t want to wake up the other children across the hall.

“So, how is our little baby doing? Did baby enjoy his nap?”

The two brothers stood in front of the high chair, with a faint smile over their faces.

“He looks quite peaceful and happy. He’s still sucking on his dummy!”

“He can be, Hervé. I’m sure he’s quite a relaxed baby: he’s used his nappy!”

The scent of Rémi’s urine wasn’t this strong, yet it was unmistakable.

“It seems he did. It does smell of it, at least. Let’s see.”

Hervé reached for Rémi’s crotch, sliding his index fingers in the legs of the rubber pants and the nappies. He removed it swiftly, bringing it to his nose.

“He wet himself indeed, but I’m confident he hasn’t pooed.”

His hand travelled back to the front of the nappy, staying on the outside this time. Poking through the rubber pants, the sensitive digits soon found out how Rémi differed from a real baby, namely by sprouting a five-inch boner.

“He’s relaxed, maybe? To me he feels a bit tense. I’ve got good news for you, Rémi, so maybe this will allow you to actually relax.”

Hervé let go of the package to Rémi’s dismay. The boy stepped closer to Rémi’s side and started speaking in a small whisper.

“We want our baby Rémi to be happy, don’t we? Well, you’ve been given a nice seat, that’s a good start. You’ve been a bit naughty, but we’re into stirring you towards the good path, not finding fault in everything baby does. We’re nice, aren’t we, Cédric?”

“We are,” his brother replied, in a similarly hushed voice, providing Rémi with a stereophonic conversation, as Cédric had stepped closer to him, leaning towards his ear too.

“So baby is going to get another chance, after being so naughty and not following our instructions. Are you going to behave if we change you?”

Rémi couldn’t help but obey; the mass of pee had started cooling down, and it certainly wouldn’t be too nice to be stuck in the nappies all night long.

He nodded, and the brothers started unbuckling the straps. Rémi was left with the minimal number of restraints; he felt like helping the boys out if it meant more comfort.

They didn’t bother with a changing mat, as they kept their charge standing. Cédric fiddled a bit with the rubber pants waistband, folding it so he would have access to the nappies’ sticky tabs. Once these had been removed, he pulled the whole package down Rémi’s legs. Hervé helped the boy to step out of the tangle of rubber and cellulose and threw the nappies in a black bin bag for later disposal.

He flicked Rémi’s turgid cock with his finger.

“Baby’s definitely happy. And as we don’t like not to keep our word. Didn’t we tell you we would help you out with having smooth baby skin?”

Rémi nodded. He knew they wouldn’t forget and they would shave his pubes at some point and he had accepted it.

“Very good, little Rémi,” Hervé whispered to Rémi as he stood up, “It seems an hour in the dark helped you to be more obedient. Keep up the good work as we take you to the bathroom.”

They removed the romper and cuffed his wrists behind his back. Rémi could then walk out of the room, wearing only knitted slippers, a dummy and cuffs keeping his wrists behind his back. Hervé stood at his left side, holding his erect dick as a handle to hold on to.

“It’s two doors down on our left. You’re quite the walker, baby Rémi.”

“Yes,” Cédric said, “I think our baby should crawl on all fours. That’s what babies do.”

Hervé had stopped and let go of the turgid prick. He removed the cuffs the time it took to pull his hands to the front.

“Cédric’s right. On all fours, Rémi, and off you go.”

Rémi complied and crawled to the bathroom with his two minders following, with both brothers admiring Rémi’s two fleshy globes rolling as he progressed. Rémi had a bum on a par with Nicolas and the show sure pleased the young teenage boy who saw the writhing; at times, he could even get a sight of Rémi’s homemade dildo’s end that poked just barely, enhancing the older boy’s little rosebud.

Once in the bathroom, Rémi had to get back on his feet. They had him stand inside the shower, with his handcuffs locked to a pipe above his head. He faced his captors who once again got interested in his pubic hair. They studied it as if it was a complex problem they had to assess before tackling it. Their comments were still whispered, which for some reason got Rémi very peaceful.

“This is quite a bush, Ced. Should we start with scissors?”

“No, I’m more for tweezers than scissors.”

“Really?”

“No, just kidding. But it is thick, let’s get it well soaked in shaving foam.”

The two brothers went on with their task. They had shaved Philippe and Nicolas, so they knew what this entailed. They actually started with Rémi’s armpits. The thin black hairs disappeared, leaving the armpits totally bare.

“This looks much better,” Hervé said after having sprayed a little water to rinse them. “Now for the serious part.”

Rémi tried to look at what they were doing, but he didn’t see much. He stood very still, in fear of having this very special part of his anatomy cut.

They lathered his crotch; Rémi’s hard-on held on, and a little lathering almost got him to shoot his load; Cédric knew better and stopped in time.

His little brother held the razor and started just below Rémi’s navel. This was Philippe’s razor, a birthday gift their brother had gotten for his fifteenth birthday. The three blades and the state-of-the-art technology it used made it quite safe for Rémi. Hervé conscientiously cleaned the blade after each stroke; his careful and numerous passes got the job done in no time.

“Now Hervé’s done with the front, I’ll take care of the back, Rémi. Turn around.”

Seen how his hands were bound, the captive couldn’t spin one hundred and eighty degrees, but with a quarter turn, his buttocks were fully accessible for the task at hand. Cédric took his time lathering the cream, not shying away from Rémi’s butt crack.

“Razor, Herv,” he said with the tone of a surgeon about to perform some open-heart surgery.

This reminded Cédric of a game they’d played as kids, which consisted in shaving an inflated balloon. This required delicacy not to have the thing blow up. The round and smooth surfaces felt quite similar this time.

Cédric was almost done, having removed any black hair however thin from the fleshy derriere, the dildo made it more difficult to get the razor closer to his crack.

“Should we remove the dildo?”

“Sure. It’s only temporary anyway.”

Cedric grabbed the little wire ring with his fingernails. He pulled and the thing came cleanly out. He set it in the sink nearby before he got back to having a totally hairless Rémi. His little brother undertook washing the stuff.

“He kept it rather clean, Ced; that’s nice, baby Rémi. What about giving him a little enema as a reward and a way to remain clean for the night?”

The idea was wholeheartedly embraced by Cédric. There was all they needed at hand, and while they were at it…

Hervé filled the enema bag with lukewarm water.

“Yes, baby Rémi; this is to clean your insides. You’ll have to hold it until we put you on the potty. Yes, baby Rémi; you need potty-training, don’t you?”

Rémi was only mildly interested in having his digestive tract discussed. But at this point he no longer had inhibitions about other boys touching him everywhere. He just hoped there was no nasty trick involved.

The nozzle slid inside him easily, as Cédric hadn’t cleaned off the shaving foam remaining. Once it was inserted to his satisfaction, Hervé turned a knob and the water started flowing inside Rémi.

“I’ve put some salt beforehand, Rémi, so it should be mild on your innards. Yet, you should keep your arse tightly shut; we don’t want you to spill the cleaning water. I bet you’d even be the one who has to do the mopping. We always can stop the game for a short while if there’s grimy stuff to do.”

From Rémi’s estimate, there had to be over a litre of water in the enema bag when they first started. It flowed slowly, but the amount of liquid could eventually be felt. Rémi clenched his buttocks, afraid that the water would try to run out if he had a second of inattention.

“We’re going to take you to the commode. We don’t want a mess, remember? So do just as we have you do.”

The warning was useless. They didn’t bother removing the nozzle, so Hervé followed with the now empty bag, holding to the stem coming out of Rémi’s butt and guiding him with it by prodding left or right in a subtle manner that was explicit enough for the controlled boy who followed directions perfectly.

He let go of this lead as Rémi reached the toilets.

“Stand up, lad. Yeah, and bring your hands over your chest…”

Hervé inspected him from the front.

“Poor widdle Rémi has a full tummy? He would like to go big potty? Well, not until we grant him permission. I’ll remove the pipe, though. Hold on, little one,” Hervé said in his soft voice.

Rémi felt the thing pulled out. He tightened his sphincters, afraid that with the plug removed, the foul liquid inside him would gush out. Hervé pulled strongly but slowly and the thin nozzle got out of his derriere without causing a mess.

Rémi sighed in relief. Now, this was bearable, though he would welcome the authorization to go gratefully.

“You’re going to stand for a little while, as there are things I need to explain you,” Hervé murmured.

Hervé went on with a long description of the bathroom discipline they imposed on Philippe. Cédric completed his anecdotes willingly. If what they said was true, poor Philippe had to be in for tough times at home. Though their voices and stories were not unpleasant in themselves, the longer it lasted, the more Rémi felt an urge to bend his knees, sit over the commode and let it all go, as the pressure from the enema started being on the unpleasant side.

More babbling went on, with a debate on the merits of nappying their older brother vs. giving him a strict bathroom schedule. The was now growling coming from Rémi’s tummy, who felt cramps and started having cold sweat running down his forehead.

Hervé’s eyes didn’t leave his captive; had they been outside or in a less risky environment, he would have left him develop more unease and possibly mess up the place. Hervé regretted taking him out of the bathtub. They didn’t have this much time, as it was late and there were still two guests to take care of.

With a little flick of the finger, Hervé released Rémi.

“You may go, baby Rémi.”

Rémi sat cautiously. As soon as his thighs got in touch with the seat, a stream of brownish water flowed, followed by the unsavoury sound of the following farts. But instead of sneers and laughs, there was just Hervé patting his head.

“Nice little baby, you didn’t make a mess, this is really good.”

Rémi was elated, both from the relief he’d gotten but he really felt in the care of Philippe’s brothers. He went with the flow, and let the boys clean him up, plug his butt up again, put him in a double thickness of nappies before he was brought back to the kitchen. He was dressed up again with the romper and the bonnet. Hervé added a woollen sweater before harnessing him. Then Cédric and Hervé sat him in the chair. Padlock after padlock clicked as Rémi’s captivity was now renewed.

Hervé ended up picking a large woollen blanked that he set over Rémi. He also had a large shawl which he laid over the baby’s shoulders. He approached Rémi to speak into his ear.

“This should keep you warm for your sitting nap. Now, there’s one thing to take care of as we leave you here for the night. We can’t leave this dummy in your mouth if you stay on your own. But we can’t have you whine or start crying and wake up the whole house, can we? No, no, this isn’t something we can have. So I’ll just tape up your lips, just as a reminder that you need to keep quiet and obedient.”

Cédric untied the ribbon and pulled the dummy out. Hervé wiped Rémi’s lips with a napkin before he seized a roll of two-inch wide surgical tape. He unstuck and tore a short strip which he laid over Rémi’s lips, caressing them in the process and whispering some more into his charge’s ear.

“Here you go, little one, an aid to have you understand you’re under your big brother Hervé’s rules, and one of them is silence. Now let me be sure you’re warm,” Hervé said, adding a woollen cap over the bonnet, and pulling it down over Rémi’s eyes., “Nightie night, little Rémi. Have sweet dreams.”

Rémi heard the rustle of steps for ten seconds or so, then the click of the light switch and the sound of the key turning in the lock. As Rémi as taking in the latest developments, he relished the relative comfort he enjoyed, and he drifted back to sleep.

Chapter 15 – Truce or Trick?

Cédric and Hervé had more work to do before they could get to sleep themselves. They climbed the stairs very quietly. The sound of the door being unlatched warned the attic’s residents that they had company; their eyes were looking eagerly at the two brothers when they stepped in.

“So, how’s the punishment going? Will you try to score better next time?”

“Mmmmph…”

“Mmmmmbllmm.”

Grégory had been strapped to his board and Philippe had been standing trussed up to his pole for a few hours now. This was meant to last, but Grégory didn’t recognize Hervé’s tone. He spoke really softly. This could be a late night tone: Rémi’s relatives were far away, but still within the same building.

“You’re going to keep at it for the night. Let’s take care of Phil first.”

Cédric already had the pitcher at hand; they had their brother relieve his bladder.

“Small favour for you, Phil, we won’t have you wet yourself. I’m afraid your gag is much too nice, and it would be a shame to spoil it because you want a drink. Plus drinking makes you want to pee, which brings you back at the start.”

“I think he needs to be left in peace,” Cédric added, waving foam ear plugs in front of his captive brother’s face.

“Excellent idea, Ced, if Grégory snores, then it won’t wake Philippe up. I’ll bring the sleep mask too, so if we have to get up and turn the light on to take care of Greg, then Phil may sleep on too!”

The boys managed to get this blinding and deafening as part of their permanent hazing of their older brother; yet it had been cleverly planned in advance.

“Have a good night Phil,” Cédric said, followed by Hervé who also whispered his good night wish. “See you in the morning.”

They hurried to Grégory’s sides, bringing two stools to sit and talk.

“That’s one of our miscreants handled, let’s see what his friend has to say for himself.”

This type of joke was old; Grégory wondered what they could have in mind. They were rather nice with Philippe; they hadn’t threatened to ship him across the world in a trunk or to hang him by his feet as they usually did. The same sweet, soft voices made their way to Grégory’s ear canal as the brothers leaned towards him, intent to have him eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Poor little Greg, we haven’t been too nice with him, have we, Ced?”

“No, we haven’t, Herv. But he hasn’t been too nice to us either.”

“Really? What do you mean?”

“For one, he retaliated against us rather hard when he managed to escape the last time he played with us.”

“It’s true. Do you still bear a grudge, though?”

“Nah. But what was really NOT nice was to try setting Philippe against us. We know Philippe likes Grégory a lot, so it would be really sad if they couldn’t see each other, but still…”

“… You think they should stop seeing each other if Grégory has a bad influence on our brother?”

Grégory had been in the dark as to what tie-up games were going on. He knew of Nicolas staying at Philippe’s, but he had no clue Hervé was still dragging him further into servitude. Grégory had to admit that the little blighters had a knack.

“Definitely, Herv. I think our brother can only date boys who’re into bonds and gags.”

“Grégory is! Remember the first time we introduced him to Philippe who was bound in his bedroom?”

“And how Steph then managed to kidnap him, along with Nico?”

This first episode had left a heavy imprint on Grégory’s mind; that two parts had been equally pleasurable. Sure, the blond boy had not been too pleased with Steph assaulting him while asleep, but having shared the fate of his prisoner had brought him even closer to him. So, yes, for the last few weeks he’d wondered why Philippe never had time for sleepovers or just plain hanging out.

“These were fun times, weren’t they? It’s too bad our young Greg is much too proud and won’t play with us boys.”

Grégory would have called their lies out had he not been gagged; he’d just let them know they took things too far. He didn’t even bother trying.

“This sure makes Philippe sad. He had to wait until you could get away from us for a weekend to have some fun with his cute blond friend.”

“This must have been a long wait. Now, do you have any ideas to have them get along better again?”

“Well, spending more time with Philippe, at the moment, implies spending a lot of time with us too. So if Grégory is willing to be more agreeable to us, maybe we can have him play with Philippe more often?”

The boys’ talk stopped. Grégory didn’t react, not fully sure he was expected to reply. Hervé could have decreed some silence rule earlier too, he didn’t want to fall into an easy trap. After ten seconds of silence, Hervé’s hushed voice picked up again, as quiet and peaceful as ever.

“So maybe we’re going to ask you directly, Grégory. It is high time we fix things between us. You know how to answer to yes and no questions, don’t you?”

“Mmmh!”

“Good. Some of these questions may sound a bit personal. Philippe can’t hear us, so you may answer honestly. Do you want to be with Philippe more often or is he no longer your boyfriend?”

Grégory had never been into such a situation. Were they actually pimping Philippe to him? Philippe was hot, and he’d wished he could see him more, of course. Especially if he wasn’t overly busy with homework as he’d sometimes claimed he was when he declined hanging out with him after school. How could he have doubted his friend and not realized he had fallen back within his brothers’ claws. Yes, he wanted to be with his good-looking friend.

“Mmmmh!”

“This is very good. We’ve actually thought about how to ask you for a while.”

“Yes, we were afraid that after last time, you were done playing with us…”

“… Which was too bad, since all of your friends like playing with us.”

“And among these boys who love us tying them up, there is Philippe. Don’t be mad he didn’t tell you anything, he was completely forbidden to do so, and with Nicolas, Rémi and all the other boys around you at school, if he had done so we would have known about it. It would have been bad for poor Philippe. You see, Greg, after your little escape stint and you capturing us, we thought of how to reply. We discussed it among ourselves and decided to strike back swiftly. The very night after the game, we overpowered Philippe,” Hervé said boldly.

“Yeah, well, we attacked him while he was sleeping, Herv! But we did a good job, that’s for sure. Once he was hogtied on his bed and worn Speedos inside his mouth, he had to listen to us.”

“We are blessed with Phil’s gift, Greg. You see, your friend is a real tie-up fiend. He really likes being bound, gagged and played with. And despite your attempts at setting him up against us or telling we were over the top and much too tough for you pansies, we’ve quickly convinced him to get back on our side...”

Grégory couldn’t believe how ignorant of the whole situation he had remained. There had been only a couple months since the mass kidnapping Hervé and his goons had performed, and he had felt Philippe was a bit aloof. Yet, this also coincided with an increase in the homework they’d gotten, and Grégory himself was kept busy by some extra-curricular activities, as there had been some gymnastics competitions; he hadn’t thought much about it. Yet, he’d hoped for some more opportunities to play with his friends. There was no hurry for him at the time, while his friend was made into their brothers’ little slave again, when Grégory himself had triggered the uprising.

Now he knew that the two little brothers had kept on bullying poor Philippe, lots of things made sense, like his friend’s refusal to hang out a couple times after school when they were done early; he wished he’d inquired further and dealt with the situation earlier on. The little conspirators had managed to keep the whole

“And it took him less than one hour to agree to all of our conditions. To make sure our plan worked, we decided him to submit Philippe to a relentless and permanent discipline. I’ve told you about other students snitching on him. Nicolas was a good provider of intelligence on Philippe’s behaviour at school too. And we’ve checked on his school reports, too.”

Philippe had indeed not gotten any bad mark; he was not a disruptive student originally anyway, but he’d behaved like a bloody little teacher’s pet since the episode. Grégory had thought it was linked to the abduction, and he had feared his friend had been somewhat traumatized. He was finding out his friend had been supervised closely by his fiendish disciplinarian brothers.

“He’s improved on that front. We’ve also started teaching him how to behave when we were home. Our parents come back late in the evening, so after school there was time for him to do chores or to do penance if required. We’ve been able to practice our knots on a daily basis, but maybe you noticed this, Greg? You felt how we improved in handling a bunch of captives like you?”

“Mmmh.”

The boys weren’t content with just talking to him in their hushed voices. They patted the wrapped up body through the cling wrap, massaging his nipples or patting his belly or even his crotch, which they never dwelled on long enough to get the poor blond captive to any enjoyment on his side.

“Even when the parents are here, he’s still under scrutiny. They haven’t realized it yet, but Philippe has to follow some specific rules when talking to them. Of course, giving any hint that he’s our little pet is completely forbidden. You know what, Greg? They have praised him for being so well-behaved!”

“Mmm!?”

This sure was fiendish, and the ordeal of having such close monitoring from the two little gits must have been distressing for his friend.

“We’ve designed quite a few outfits for Phil to restrain him while he performed chores or had to do homework. On a good day, he will be allowed to go to bed at nine thirty, but if he has been naughty, he’s usually in for a couple hours of a tight tie-up and tickle torture.”

“Until he pees his undies,” Cédric whispered.

“Oh, yes, and when he does, he has to spend the night in nappies. But you know what, Greg? Philippe is extremely well-behaved. I can tell you, since he can’t hear us, you see, I’m not too much for praising him in front of others, I wouldn’t want to spoil him… So, yes, he’s been a very good boy. We decided early on to reward him too. That’s why we got Nicolas involved next. You were busy, and with the little tantrum you threw when we played tie-up games with you, you were not the first choice. Plus you’ve seen it with your eyes: Nicolas is completely under my spell.”

This was something Grégory was only slightly aware of. He’d seen their friend’s willingness to play, but he hadn’t identified Hervé being the one exerting influence over Nicolas.

“So we had sleepovers when Philippe had behaved. He’s had lots of fun with Nico. I won’t tell you it all, since I don’t want to make you jealous. But lately we found out that Philippe missed you.”

“Very, very much…”

“And being the nice brothers we are, we couldn’t let our big bro suffer. We could play the matchmakers, but what better way than kidnapping you and having you imprisoned along Philippe? When we learned there was a week-end planned with all four of you, we had to act. We didn’t tell the boys, of course. They actually resisted more than what I’d have thought.”

“Yeah, they were fierce players! But we can plan well now, can’t we, Greg?”

The long story-telling whispered in his ear and narrated ceaselessly by the two soothing voices had mellowed Grégory out tremendously.

“Mmmh.”

The tone of the reply was clearly subdued and humble. Hervé liked the fact that they were getting somewhere…

“Yes, and after our little afternoon and evening of fun, we can let the cat out of the bag. The real purpose of our little time here, besides showing Aurélien and Thomas the ropes, is to have you get back into our club.”

“You’ll play with us… You’ll play with Philippe.”

“You’ll share moments with Nicolas and Rémi, like wouldn’t you love to have some sexy time with one of these two?”

“Mmmh Mmmh.”

“No? It’s Philippe you want to be close to?”

“Mmmh.”

“It is, then. Well, Cédric, why don’t we play cupids all the way through?”

“Yes, we’ve got to find a clever way to let Phil know…”

Chapter 16 – A Night of Fun

“I’ve got an idea,” Hervé piped.

The two conspirators both stood and went close to Philippe, whose hearing was still almost suppressed by the foam plugs. His brothers whispering into each other’s ear, even softer than before, could definitely not be perceived. As for Grégory, being ten feet away was far away enough to have their hushed voices completely unintelligible.

The high-five ending the conversation saw the beginning of some frenzy from the captors around the pole. Grégory couldn’t see much, but he could hear the distinct sound of ropes gliding as his friend was released from his strenuous pole-tie and they were coiled back to be put away, awaiting future use.

After ten minutes of this relative silence, sometimes interrupted by an instruction or some advice from the two brothers, the trio walked past Grégory.

Philippe was still in shorts and sneakers, gagged and blindfolded, but he was into a minimal amount of ropes, with his wrists and elbows bound behind his back and a simple hobble at the knees. Hervé turned towards him, a finger over his lips.

“No noise, Greg. We’re going to take Philippe outside. We’ll be back in no more than half an hour.”

Having no clock in sight, this wasn’t really useful. Grégory acknowledged the address; if this was no nasty trick, why not? If he wasn’t picked upon by Hervé, of course such games with friends would appeal to him.

“Mmmh.”

“Good. See you.”

Grégory’s time alone went really fast; he kept on thinking back on the previous months, and it seemed there had been a secret kept from him by his friends. He was mad at Hervé and Cédric for their deception. He was mad at Philippe for not trusting him and letting him know of the backlash their reaction had caused.

At the same time, he felt some guilt too. He’d himself tricked other boys into tie-up, like the time they’d gotten Nicolas all bound and gagged over a cart and taken him to the football club for a milking challenge.

Really, was Hervé some villain, or did he just play a very good one? Grégory’s fancy was replaying some of the scenes, like being pole-tie along with his friends, and Grégory reacted in a rather positive manner.

As the captive mellowed out at the idea of being part of the game, the three brothers were back to see this development.

“Darn, Herv, see how Greg is tenting the cling-wrap film! Call him Boner Boy!”

“Yup. Speaking of which…”

Hervé had a pair of scissors in hand. He grinned at Grégory as he approached the two steel blades towards the boy’s groin. The little grunt was almost unheard, but not totally.

“Now, come on, Greg, show us you’re brave. You know I have no desire to castrate you,” Hervé said as he delicately poked through the plastic layers without grabbing the shorts along. He then cut a large trapeze from the lying boy’s navel to the top of his thighs. As he tore off the plastic, revealing the gleaming shorts underneath, he also gave the aroused genitals more space to display this stimulation.

Cédric and Hervé looked at each other, standing on each side of the board; they pulled the shorts at the waist band and pulled them down. The turns of film and tape prevented them from going really far, but they managed to free the growing prick which stuck out prominently.

Cédric then stepped to his older brother, whom they’d brought quite close. He removed his ear plugs and his blindfold.

“Ok, lads,” Hervé piped, “We’ve cleaned Philippe up so you boys may have some fun sexy time. Yes, Philippe, it seems we’ve mended our relationship with your friend. Now he knows you want to be his boyfriend, so don’t be shy.”

Cédric freed his brother from the hobble at the knees and the shorts. Hervé was unwrapping a condom.

“We can’t let you stay uncovered like this,” he said, unrolling the rubber sheath over the long throbbing penis.

From there, he assisted Hervé in getting Philippe over the board Grégory was pinned on. They had him sit over the edge; they grabbed his legs and pulled them up before they turned him so his feet would be next to Grégory’s head.

This didn’t last, and Cédric got back to the other side while Hervé kept his charge in a slightly precarious position. They could now grab him under the armpits and have him sit over Grégory’s thighs.

This little manoeuvre did cause Philippe’s buttock to brush against the latex-covered prick. The boy felt a jolt as he made contact. This particular cock did have powers that he was sensitive to.

“OK, Phil, I think your little friend is really waiting for you. Straddle him.”

They had to help Philippe kneel first and then lift himself up. As his derriere got into the air, he felt something cold over his butt crack.

“That’s just the usual lube, Phil, no need to jump like this. Well, you’re all set, I guess. Now time to do your part.”

Philippe crouched, his eyes locked inside his friend’s. The imposed silence didn’t allow him to beg for forgiveness, or to tell of the harshness of his brothers’ treatment. So he set letting know of his devotion and regrets the best way he could.

Greg’s knob touched his crack. Philippe twisted around, assessing the position, the angle and the rigidity of the member growing under him. He ground his hips a bit then slowly went down.

“Way to go, Phil, take him all in.”

Grégory enjoyed the feeling. ‘Cleaned up’, in Hervé’s words, certainly meant they given Philippe an enema. With the lube and the condom, this made for a great way to fuck his friend off. He just wished he could have ground his hips himself, which was much needed in this sort of situation.

Philippe knew this, and he did a good job to go up and down his friend’s prick. His was proudly sticking up, glistening in the end from the leaking pre-cum their intercourse had sprung.

“MMmgrmmmtrmmmmmm…”

“Gnnmmmmmphmmbbllmmmmm…”

Philippe wasn’t bothered by his brothers’ presence; he was even grateful to them as they held him and actually helped him to rise up and get back down. Cédric could even display his mastery of his older brother’s intimacy. He had one hand at the small of his charge’s back; he pushed him when he needed to raise himself. Cédric’s right hand had seized Philippe’s inflated prick and started pumping it, accompanying the motions of the prisoner’s hips.

Hervé had his hands over his brother’s chest and between his shoulder blades, and followed him in his motions; soon, the moans coming from behind the gags got more erratic, their pitch got higher until what sounded like sobbing could be heard from Grégory.

In the case of Philippe, his orgasm manifested much more visibly. His first load of semen flew above Grégory’s head; Cédric couldn’t let such an opportunity go, so he lowered the discharging prick immediately, and whitish gobs of semen splashed over Grégory’s face, throat and chest.

“This is our Phil, Ced! Oh, Greg, I think Phil is glad you didn’t turn our offer down. You see, Phil, this is the end of Grégory’s penance. We didn’t let you see him for all this time as a trial, which you passed.”

“Mmmbllmm…”

“Mmmmmmm!”

There was great satisfaction and relief in the muted moans from the two prisoners who were gradually getting back on Earth. They swooned while their captors acted and released Philippe from his restraints while positioning him for the night.

They lifted Philippe’s butt up; Grégory was still hard, so it took some effort to get Philippe off him. Cédric had wipes and towels, and once the condom was discarded, the boys were thoroughly cleaned up in less than two minutes.

The plan remained simple. Philippe ended up lying over Grégory, with his hands tied up on each side of his friend’s head. The board wasn’t very wide, and Philippe didn’t think they could have lied over it side by side.

They were next gagged with the token piece of tape.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Rémi. This is a privilege that shouldn’t be abused and you’d better make sure there’s still tape glued over your lips tomorrow morning. We’re sleeping here, so any attempt at talking will be acted upon… In the strictest possible way!”

Hervé threw a wool bedspread over them. Grégory had started cooling down after his sweaty bout of fucking; with Philippe as a blanket, he had some warmth already; this extra blanket gave him some of the most comfortable position in hours. The cut in the cling wrap had loosened the general tension of the set-up. And he felt Philippe over him, his breathing through his nose caressing Grégory’s cheek.

Cédric and Hervé unfolded their sleeping bags and mattresses, which they laid on each side of the trestle, so their captives pinned to their board would have company on their lefts and rights.

They were back to whispering; this time, from the tone, it was clear they were plotting some further moves; yet, neither Grégory nor Philippe managed to keep their attention on their foes’ talk. When Cédric switched the light off, both captives were already sound asleep.

Silence fell over the room, with Philippe’s slight, intermittent snoring the only manifestation of the boys’ presence.

One floor below, Rémi was in full REM-sleep, and the vivid things happening in his dream extended his fantasy throughout the night.

Nicolas was about to be left on his own, as both Aurélien and Thomas were dozing off on each side of their spread-eagled captive. The fourteen-year-old boy tried to take in all that happened, and to make sense of the feelings these two new cuties tormenting him gave rise to.

When Thomas pulled the quilt over their three bodies, Nicolas was drifting away into slumber, basking in the appetizing smell of the two boys who’d handled him for the last hour and a half.

Chapter 17 – A Morning of Tales and Games

It was still dark when the whole gang of eight finished their breakfast. At this time of the year, under their latitude, this didn’t mean it was very early, yet there had been no sleeping in.

The abductors were motivated enough to jump out of bed as soon as they woke up. The little gang was well coordinated; they had split the work required to quickly feed, clean up and dress their prisoners for the day, and then to have them cook breakfast and serve them.

There was the usual banter from boys role-playing the difficult restaurant patrons; everything needed for this early morning meal was soon on the table. They then secured all four of their waiters; the captives soon stood at attention, having been with their legs restrained at knees and ankles. There was a final hobble linking the waiters’ legs to the front right foot of each chair on which the sitting guests sat. The pairings had Nicolas kept by Hervé, Grégory guarded by Cédric, Philippe monitored by Thomas and Thomas watching his cousin Rémi.

The conversation was about the boys’ performance as help, and how well they’d catered to the bunch of captors. To the prisoners’ great relief, it seemed there had been no mistake recorded by the watchers. The conversation then turned to how well they’d slept. Hervé inquired as to what had happened to Nicolas the night before.

This definitely got Thomas awake; a peculiar grin spread over his face as the memory of the night before suddenly came back in full force and he realized this would make for a most appropriate tale, considering the general interests of the boys they had invited.

“You know, Hervé, we were quite impatient to have someone to handle on our own. As you’d commented on how to gag him best, this is what we started doing first. It took us a little time to discuss what would be an ideal way to stuff Nico’s mouth.”

Thomas smiled at his audience; it seemed they were eager to get more details on what had happened. It was fun to boast about tormenting an older boy. He turned to Aurélien, who got the cue and started the tale.

“We put our pyjamas on first. Having removed our clothes, we could use our socks and undies, since they would go into the washing machine anyway.”

“I’d worn my socks for a couple days, so they smelled!” Thomas said.

“Yes, they did. Mine were a bit better, but not much. We wanted to have some fun caressing our guest, but we didn’t want to have him wake up the household, so we crammed one of our socks each. Yes, Nico,” Aurélien added while looking at their bed mate of the previous night, who was listening wide-eyed, with Hervé’s hand resting on his hip, “everybody will now know you like sucking on socks as much as you do sucking on dicks, since you sprouted a huge boner as soon as we’d filled your gob!”

Nicolas blushed behind the many gag layers;

“We used a shoe lace that went around his head to prevent him from getting the socks out. Then with some tape we sealed his lips airtight and we had a silent guest for the night. We were horny again, but with Nico gagged we could no longer get blow jobs; but we could still teach him how to wank us.”

“With his hands bound in front of him,” his brother added, “Nico could caress us.”

“Which he did…”

Aurélien didn’t seem very eager to tell of his sexual enjoyment; lewd details were better when they were about others.

“Yes, he’s quite good at hand jobs. He got us to come twice each. Then we were really tired, so Aurel got ropes and we bound him up for the night.”

“We decided to experiment a bit, so we had him on his back in the middle of the bed, with a rope harness around his shoulders and chest with ends tied to the bed frame so he couldn’t slip around. We did his legs next; we pulled them up so his knees were over his chest and added a couple turns of rope around his thighs to keep them folded. Then we bound his wrists in front, with his forearms running along his thighs and his hands crossed above his bum. We bound his ankles to his wrists, and we had a little friend all balled up to remain quiet and peaceful while we slept. There was enough room on each side, so we slept fine.”

Aurélien had gone into a deep sleep, but Thomas had woken up after a few hours, and he used the opportunity to enjoy the supple and warm feel of their captive’s skin; he’d whispered into the boy’s ear ideas of possible torments and sexual acts, which had gotten Nicolas to wake up fully and shiver at the prospect of being left in these young maniacs’ control for a long time.

Chocolate milk and orange juice were guzzled down; pieces of toast with chocolate paste were devoured. Meanwhile, the four abductors all got their chance to expose what had gone on during the night. Cédric told of what had happened to Philippe and Grégory; Hervé told of how well Rémi had behaved, and of him wetting his nappy.

“He didn’t mind sleeping sitting in the chair: he didn’t complain.”

Rémi had the rubber dummy stuck inside his mouth as soon as the piece of tape reminding him of the silence rule had been removed. He couldn’t comment; he didn’t feel like doing so anyway. The boys’ humour was predictable and rather lame from his point of view. He’d slept; he’d woken up several times and he’d peed his nappies at dawn, which had made him go back to sleep.

It hadn’t been a whole day since he’d fallen in the younger boys’ clutches, yet he was becoming familiar with being their captive along with his mates. There was something weirdly exciting being thus with other bound and gagged boys. Hervé went on after his comment on the ‘baby’; his tone was commanding and everybody listened to him.

“I hope my big brother also slept well. I’m sure he did, considering he was joined by his boyfriend.”

Philippe shyly nodded in approval.

“This is a great day for our blond cutie: he’s going to be given another chance to show he can belong to our gang. He’ll be able to demonstrate his worth.”

Hervé had a look around. The captives pricked up their ears; even Nicolas’ interest was piqued, though he couldn’t read it over his face, but the boy’s quivering was unmistakable to the gang leader whose hand fondled his behind.

“Of course, he will be pitted against the rest of you, lads, and you’d better compete fiercely, as there are penalties for losers...”

“And rewards for winners…” Cédric added, filling in his brother’s pause.

“Indeed, Ced. This is nothing you boys can’t do, but you need to pour your heart into the mission. You will all be cuffed and hobbled with chains, so two padlocks will lock your restraints. This makes for eight keys that we will scatter around the house. You will all be given clues as to where two keys are. You need to retrieve them and hope you’ve been lucky and that they open your padlocks. If not, you need to find the captive who has your keys. You may also try your keys in any lock you find on the way. Last two to get free lose.”

The guidelines were clear, and none of the game’s participants could ask for explanations anyway. Cédric freed Grégory who had to clear the table; Hervé had been the one taking care of him when they’d gotten up; there were more agreements to be obtained from the young troop master. The boy’s words had ended up changing his mind on playing with Philippe’s brothers.

“You see, Greg, we’re not this nasty. I would love for you to spend more time with Phil; of course, this means you’ll likely end up bound and gagged along with him, but who knows? Maybe we could have you ‘babysit’ him. You did it so well that time when you found out about our brother’s taste for tie-up games.”

Grégory had spent a restless night, yet having Philippe’s body against him had made him long for more; there was little chance he could get his friend out of his wicked little brothers’ claws. Grégory wasn’t even sure that Philippe really wanted out. The only way to have the twisted games played upon Philippe stop was to involve some grown-ups, which would certainly cause a ruckus and would put an end to any tie-up games, which wasn’t what the blond beauty had in mind.

Now he complied with Cédric’s instructions, and picked up the bowls, plates, glasses and silverware before he wiped the table clean, under the gaze of his three standing fellow-captives, and the remarks of the four captors. Once he was done, without any mistake and unfazed by the taunts of Thomas and Aurélien, who seemed to be particularly fierce tormentors, he got back to his place next to Cédric, with his hands bound behind his back and his ankles tied to the chair’s leg again.

“You lads are going to stay here with Cédric while we go and hide the keys. We’ll blindfold you so you don’t know where we go.”

“With ear plugs so they can’t hear us either,” Aurélien piped in, eager to show he was in on Hervé’s plan.

Scarves blinding them were quickly laid over their eyes, and solidly knotted at the back of the prisoners’ heads, and foam ear plugs inserted, deafening any outside noise. They still could hear if some conversation was taking place next to them, yet they couldn’t make out the words.

Cédric stayed watching the prisoners, which meant he sat back on the chair Grégory was hobbled to; he relaxed, fondling his package in his satiny shorts. Being waited on was great, and though he wasn’t as vocal as his little brother, the black-haired boy loved the sight of the sexy teens all trussed up, gagged and blindfolded. They were all dressed in their sports outfit again, and the sight of bare thighs sticking out of sexy shorts turned him on.

Chapter 18 – Some more contact

Meanwhile, Aurélien and Thomas lead the way to hide the eight keys throughout the house. Hervé followed them with note cards, on which he wrote down a clue after each key had been hidden. His clues weren’t very subtle; ‘where you clean up every morning’ was the indication for the key in the shower, for instance. It didn’t take over fifteen minutes to hide all the keys, with two on the upper level and three on each of the lower floors.

Lost in darkness and shielded from the outside noises and conversations, the four prisoners could escape in thought. Rémi was using this short time to design a plan to get ahead. Rémi knew the house well, and he knew the shortcut, as there were several flights of stairs across the large building, which was an assembly of additions over the course of two centuries.

He knew the weird lay-out and he could make good use of his memories of playing hide and seek with Aurélien and Thomas’ brother. He knew of a few hiding places, and he visualized the pieces of furniture where keys could be concealed.

He trusted he would do well; as he thought of his victory, Hervé’s gaze was fixed on him. This was a very vivid image in Rémi’s brain. The faint smile said he was pleased. Rémi thought that despite the ordeals he was put through, he really liked being in the younger boy’s bonds.

There were other dreams of being first; even Grégory wanted to do well. There was the likelihood he could be reunited with Philippe. There were ways to hop while restrained that could definitely improve one’s speed; the blond cutie was building up to be at his top to undertake the challenge and prove he could be one of them again, even if it meant being under the whimsy of very serious players like Hervé and now the two ruthless blond brothers, whom he hadn’t really come across. Yet, but he imagined this would be soon.

There was some motion around the table, and the four boys sitting bound and gagged had their blindfold removed, before their ears were left clear.

The last touches were put to the game, with the contestants groomed so their appearance would be similar. They all had properly sized footie kits, which were very good fits, with enough slack to wrap them well and tight enough to enhance the curvy flesh they covered.

The restraints were ankle and wrist cuffs linked by short chain hobbles, themselves linked by a longer chain. Hervé explained they shouldn’t rattle if they knew how to behave properly.

The clues were revealed, with each player shown two clues by the boy he had waited on at breakfast.

“You’ve read the hints? Now, let your brain work and get moving. This is the official start!”

“Yeah! Go, Rémi!” Aurélien exclaimed, witnessing his cousin taking off, set on a mission, “You can win and you’d better, you know we don’t take it kindly to losers.”

They were all gone, but Grégory and Rémi had taken the lead. Philippe and Nicolas were exchanging glances, respectively wondering what “where meat and bacteria live” or “where electrons bring news” really meant.

“Hey lads, Hervé said it started,” Thomas sniggered. He came closer to Nicolas, grabbing him from behind.

“You want to stay with us for a while, don’t you? Yes, you like us taking care of you.”

The little hand caressed the bulging sausage. Nicolas couldn’t yield to the temptation of a wanking, if it meant he would be the loser and hence Hervé’s helpless little submissive doll, which would certainly be very taxing today.

“Mmmmph! Grmmmbblllm!”

“Yes, Tom, he wants to stay with us. But we’re not big meanies! We’re going to give him a hand.”

Philippe had left upon Nicolas being assaulted; he was in no state to help, and the two newbies were worrying enough that he didn’t want to stay until they made plans for him. He headed to the hallway and then to what he’d spotted was a sitting room.

He was completely lost; they had actually not visited, as they’d been moved around blindfolded part of the time, and the big pack of buildings stitched together made for a disconcerting environment.

Rémi and Grégory had climbed the stairs in the hallway, but Rémi had turned on the second floor landing inside another long corridor, with his blond opponent climbing on, as his clue sent him to the attic.

Rémi was going for Thomas’ bedroom, as he got “where the cutest blond head lies at night” for a clue. The handwriting was Thomas’, who seemed to be a bit of a braggart. He entered the room and went to the bed; there, Rémi bent over to reach under the pillow with his restrained arms. He yelped joyfully as he felt the cold metal and pulled out the key. Now, there was a staircase at the end of the corridor, an old service passageway that would bring him back to the ground floor and the billiard room to be precise, much faster.

Nicolas was still within the brothers’ hold; they got him to move forward, whispering encouragements and dirty words in his ear.

“We’re going to guide you. It’s not cheating, no! But we really would like you to win.”

Their charge wouldn’t fall with them holding him so close. Their hands were all over and they actually made him go faster at the beginning. As they passed a nook in the wall to their right, though, they decided to take a little break and pulled him in the little opening; it was six feet high, three feet wide and two feet deep. They wouldn’t be seen as they intended to get Nicolas to darken the front of his navy-blue nylon shorts.

Grégory had reached the attic; he’d managed to turn the knob of the door without wasting any time, and headed straight to the small desk. He’d spotted it the day before; “Where naughty boys try not to be dunces” was enough of a clue; he got it right too, as a key lied over the desk.

The key didn’t open either of the two padlocks keeping the set of fetters secure. He had to get back downstairs, and find the way to the garage, because this has be what “where you may sometimes see a car meant”.

He launched into the trip, certain to be ahead and to impress his fellow-players. He felt like he was moving easier and faster. He would win.

Philippe was trying to find a third bathroom. His clue led him to find toilets: “Where the shit hits the porcelain.” He’d found the two he’d used, more as a result of chance for the second one, as he’d turned into one of the halls that made the mansion a maze. Philippe deemed it a proper word, as this was really a much larger playground than their houses. Even the football club, which was vast and had tons of places to play tugs, wasn’t as complicated to navigate.

There had to be another bathroom on the floor ground, and this was his quest when he encountered the trio Nicolas formed with his two captors. They turned towards Philippe.

“Hervé’s brother! He’s lost!”

Nicolas was left standing.

“Don’t move, Nico. We’re going to check this contestant hasn’t tampered with his chains.”

Thomas wagged his finger menacingly; Nicolas froze.

“Are you trying to find your way, Phil? Too bad you can’t ask us any question, we’d have given you indications.”

Philippe knew that even without Grégory’s soiled Speedos in his mouth and the tape locking his jaws, they would have most certainly not given him any assistance. He walked on.

“Hey! Stop,” Thomas said, grabbing Philippe’s arm, “you could be polite and answer!”

Philippe squirmed to get loose from the young boy’s grip. Thomas held on and his grasp grew stronger; Aurélien was now holding the other arm. He giggled, thinking of a nice prank to retaliate on the recalcitrant pupil.

“If he can’t keep polite enough, then let’s give him a penalty. Let’s shorten his chains…”

“We could do this, Aurel. This is certainly what Hervé would advise us to do.”

Philippe was flabbergasted by the way his younger brother was able to recruit followers. He could only be glad he liked being tied up. The boys were adding ropes that pulled the chains tighter to his body. None of his gagged pleas reached its aim, and his begging for them not tickling them while caressing him didn’t have any bearing. The palms and fingers explored him in his most intimate parts, and the sexual stimulation they provided never lasted long.

While the black-haired boy experienced being literally in the hands of his brother’s fans, Rémi and Grégory were both making their way towards the kitchen, where they hoped the successful players would converge. Rémi had of course found the places really fast, and he had used shortcuts and planned his trips smartly, accounting for his fetters so he hadn’t been too slow.

He was first to reach the kitchen, but the rattling sound coming from the hallway warned him of a fellow-player coming in. Grégory entered the kitchen and greeted Rémi in a muted, yet positive shout. He’d made it to the garage faster than he thought, as his guess had proved good. He just had to hope that Rémi held the good keys.

The two contestants met in the middle of the kitchen; Grégory shook his hand, with the key between his thumb and index finger; Rémi lowered his hands so his friend could reach the padlock holding the chains around his torso. It worked the first time, and the click the lock made as it snapped open got them into a frenzy.

There were clumsy high-fives and gagged hoorays.

“We have our winners? Is this what this means? Did you manage to get all the keys to free yourselves?”

The high-pitched voice was unmistakably Hervé’s. Grégory spun on his heel and Rémi lifted his head, looking at the door where the voice came from. It was Hervé, with Cédric in tow. Both were grinning maliciously. They moved towards the partly freed captives.

“What are you waiting for? Check you’ve got the good keys!”

There was no point in doing so now, but it seemed it was how the game would end.

The keys were tried one by one, unlocking the padlocks; but once they’d shown they’d collected the proper keys, the locks were put back on.

“You win; this doesn’t mean you’re free, but you knew this, didn’t you Greg?”

The blond heartthrob nodded. He’d sworn to obey Hervé, and the prospect of sharing Philippe’s plight again was enough of an incentive to guarantee his total obedience.

“The game is over, then, Herv,” Cédric said, “We should go and see what the losers are doing.”

Hervé went over the chains again; there was no flaw that would yield an escape.

It wasn’t difficult to find the rest of their group. The sounds coming from one of the two corridors leading to the hallway were faint, but they could identify them easily. A gagged boy, or possibly gagged boys, the reverberation could be misleading, were howling with laughter behind their gags.

As they followed the sound, they reached the small staircase that got them to the second floor landing where the racket came from. There were two boys indeed, which they saw when they reached to top of the stairs.

Philippe and Nicolas laid over their backs, chains mangled around him for the former, feet rid of socks and shoes for the latter, with Aurélien mercilessly tickling Philippe and Thomas being more cautious, kneeling next to his prey, keeping the bound ankles under his armpits, which immobilized Nicolas; the blond tormentor was experimenting with light touches.

“Hey, guys! See how Nico’s soles are sensitive?”

A brush of his fingers had the captive twist around in his chains. There were two minutes of demonstration of tickling mastery; the newcomers watched and gave advice.

“Try with your nails, but go lightly, otherwise it just scratches.”

Eventually, they grew tired of this and let their victims rest, panting behind the muffling gags.

“How come these two ended up resting over their backs?” Cédric asked.

“We thought that after a short night Nico needed some help, so we followed him closely to help if needed…”

This wasn’t a fair move, Grégory thought. As for Rémi, he looked at his devious cousins, trying to hide his dislike of what to him was cheating. Aurélien seemed totally fine with this.

“He had trouble, but he could have made it, then, we met Philippe who looked lost and we tried to help too.”

“But he misbehaved badly,” Thomas squeezed in.

“Yes, so we took them here, since it’s not far away from all the keys they are to find. You found us giving them some final pep talk to convince them to play tougher.”

“They’re lucky you’re so helpful,” Hervé smiled, “though all this motivational talk won’t be of much use, at least not this time. We were looking for them to let them know the game is over. Rémi and Grégory won.”

There were no further comments on the victors’ performance. Hervé cast a glance at his brother, his cue to take over and explain what the prize was to this game. Cédric took the prompt.

“I’m sure they’re very pleased; they must also wonder what they won. You think it’s a trick, lads?”

He patted Rémi’s shorted buttocks.

“Not at all, you did win the privilege to perform a live sex-act with the losers! We’re going to film you fucking them!”

Rémi and Grégory looked at each other. A few days previous, the prospect of having to screw another boy under Hervé’s eye, or even a camera, would have thrown Grégory into a rebellious fit. Seeing Rémi’s worried look coupled with an absence of reaction convinced him he should abide. There was no way he could hope to free himself. He’d bite the bullet.

Philippe and Nicolas were brought up to their feet; Thomas adjusted their fetters so they could walk, while Aurélien interviewed his team members on the practical side of the penance. Where would it best to have them go at it? Who would do what, and to whom?

Cédric gave most of the answers, with his little brother butting in here and there. Their explanations lasted while they headed back to the attic where they’d been taken the afternoon before.

The ordeal had been discussed with enough details that Aurélien and Thomas’ mysterious ways to set up the scene fell flat. Thomas cast side glances to the standing duo waiting for sacrifice, but they knew what the chairs he brought would be used for.

Aurélien had Rémi and Grégory kneel.

“You two will wait obediently while we prepare your mounts.”

Grégory watched the captors get busy around the two captives; he felt it took them less and less time to move their prisoners from one predicament to the next.

Aurélien paired with Hervé to handle Rémi; Thomas partnered with Cédric to restrain Philippe. Their show was mesmerizing; they took their time, at least it looked like it, and their measured gestures, the repetitive nature of the binding process hypnotized Grégory and Rémi.

Made to stand facing the back of the chair, their hands bound in front of them were tied to the rung just under the seat. They had to bend over, of course, and with the knots tied to the opposite rung behind, they no longer could stand up.

“And now, one important thing to do. They need to be a bit more welcoming.”

Cédric’s fingers slid in the shorts’ waistband and started pulling them down, revealing Philippe’s round and firm buttocks. Aurélien mimicked the older teen and exposed Nicolas’ tantalizing derriere.

Then coils of rope showed up in the captors’ hands; they undertook binding the naked lages to the back of the chairs. The rungs and legs offered many anchor points; the binders united their charges’ mower limbs with short pieces of rope at every joint, the ankles being on each side of the chairs.

“They’re all ready for you, winners! Let’s get you ready too.”

Grégory’s knees were a bit sore. He was pushed forward, along with Rémi and they both were rid of their fetters; ropes replaced them and with their arms tightly tied behind their backs at wrists and elbows, they were pushed forward towards their friends.

Their manhood stood out proudly, and some prophylactic care was given to them by the little blond devils; these newcomers always enjoyed handling the well-sized members.

Grégory and Rémi both got inside their designated mounts easily, the hard rods sliding in without restraint.

The two following hours saw all sorts of pairing between the boys. There wasn’t any interaction between the free ones, but the unrestrained youths all got some satisfaction from Nicolas and Philippe first, though Rémi and Grégory were also involved in relieving their minders.

The boys were spent and laid down panting once they’d all reached a third orgasm; Yet there was some stamina left in the captors. Aurélien and Thomas, in particular, were really wired up and eager to have more fun with their captives.

They undertook releasing Philippe and Nicolas and have them stand; while the rest of their band looked at them, while fondling Rémi and Grégory. Cédric was taking care of the blond boy while Hervé was kneading Rémi, whose shorts he’d pulled up and whose buttocks had the satiny touch of the shorts.

“The weather is really nice outside, lads,” Aurélien said, “We should get our young ones outdoors, it would be good for their health.”

“It’s cold outside,” Cédric replied, “They’re going to freeze.”

“You may stay here, then,” Thomas intervened, and we’ll take our cousin for a little walk in the park.”

This suggestion was enough to convince Hervé and Cédric that they should join the expedition.

There was a stop at the bathroom, where all of them cleaned up, or got cleaned up since having them take care of themselves wasn’t on the agenda.

They dressed up the captives in clean Speedos, shorts and jerseys but they added tracksuit pants and jackets, to finish with thick woollen socks before their sneakers were on.

Cédric and Hervé ran a workshop, to teach their blond friends how to weave a rope chest harness, with its ends knotted between his shoulder blades and hanging down the prisoner’s back.

“Like this, you can keep your boy on a leash, just like when you go walk the dog,” Hervé explained.

The prospect of fresh air had revived the gang and the minders both grabbed the rope ends and their charges had to get started. They stopped briefly in the hall to put jackets on.

The prisoners got the extra layer too, though their arms didn’t slip inside the sleeves. Their captors tied them together behind the back, which showed the boys’ status to the outside world. The wards didn’t worry about strangers’ eyes. They pulled up the hoods of the prisoners’ coats.

They also put their big winter coats on, and once everybody was protected by a layer of eiderdown, it was time to get outside.

Nicolas led the way, with Hervé keeping his reins with a strong hand; Rémi and Thomas closed the procession. At the hands of his cousin, the teenager experienced warmth; it came from his clothing, for which he was grateful, considering it wasn’t too warm outside. There was also the renewed excitation the prospect of new games caused; Thomas had whispered about some ideas he had for bringing down his older cousin one peg or two, which frightened and aroused Rémi at the same time.

It was well above freezing temperature, and had they gone for a game of dodge ball or some race, they’d have been dressed too warmly. But the older boys were meant to remain trussed to a certain level at all times, and there was no activity on the agenda that required them to run.

Rémi knew the outdoors; the farm itself was huge, and the estate that his cousins had as a playground offered remote clearings in thick woods. These didn’t sprawl for miles on end, but they did make for quite a few locations that were discreet, and where the odds of an unpleasant encounter with grown-ups were slim.

The narrow path they followed led to such an opening; there was even sun hitting a tree, a thin maple tree, still young enough to have smooth bark yet grown enough to hold solid and be a match against a vigorous teenage boy trying to pull it out.

“Stop right here, lads,” Thomas called from the end of the walking gang, “I wouldn’t be against having my tree-tying skills assessed by you all.”

The others turned to him, even his gagged guests. The blond lad looked at his cousin, a feral grin revealing his white teeth.

“And I’m sure Rémi will volunteer to help me with my tree-tie badge. Aren’t you, cousin?”

Rémi remained still and quiet, which Thomas interpreted as an agreement. The group gathered around the tree, and Thomas started his demonstration, taking coils of rope from a rucksack and clove-hitching them to the tree trunk at all the required places.

“Come a little closer, Rémi, I need to be sure that this rope will be above your knees, but not too much. There’ll be one in the middle of your thighs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best not to be sloppy.”

Hervé didn’t say anything, but he’d gotten his little notebook out and took notes while watching Thomas work; he stood very seriously, looking in detail at the job his new recruit did.

Cédric came to give him a hand to back Rémi to the trunk. They undid the ropes restraining him, securing his wrists behind the tree first.

From there, Thomas worked on his own, closing down the loops of rope around Rémi’s torso and legs. There was an elaborate chest harness, and Thomas also added a crotch rope; this wasn’t only cosmetic, it also pulled Rémi’s bum against the bark, pinning him further.

Aurelian helped his brother out, pointing to the coils or knots that didn’t seem tightened thoroughly enough.

Cédric and Hervé praised him once he was done.

“This is a great tree-tie, Tom. It looks like Rémi is going to stay here until you decide otherwise. Should we give him a chance and some time to prove me wrong and escape from your rope work?”

“This is fair. Let’s say one hour. There are only ropes, no trick, but I’m confident. I’ll even put myself up as a stake. You can order me to do anything you want for two hours if you manage to slip out of my net,” Thomas grinned.

“You’re very confident indeed. I say we can stay here to watch him try. I’m sure we can have some other kind of fun with the three other prisoners while your cousin shows how brilliant an escape artist he is!”

They didn’t waste time, and the tracksuits were explored; Hervé had Nicolas at hand, while Aurélien and Thomas were busy with Grégory and Philippe.

The Speedos soon showed trace of the petting and caressing, the captors having grown much more efficient at bringing their charges to violent and effusive orgasms.

Rémi echoed his friends’ moans, but his were wails of toil and frustration. He had to admit it. His cousins were younger than he was, yet they had an impressive mastery of knots and immobilization. He couldn’t move a limb. He couldn’t move his forearms at all, and his fingers fluttered without anything of use to grasp on.

The four tormentors didn’t pay any attention to Rémi. They were busy trying their hand at another captive, having moved to the next one. For the third turn, with captor finishing on the last of the three boys they had to test for control, it took a little longer, but soon enough all three squirted further in their swimwear.

Hervé decided they could be changed right here and there, and they didn’t resist much to their minders’ changing their undies, if only not to stay with bare legs for too long. Once the change was performed and their spent captives had a dry crotch, they went to have a close look at Rémi.

Chapter 19 – Aftermath

Philippe and Nicolas laid over their backs, chains mangled around him for the former, feet rid of socks and shoes for the latter, with Aurélien mercilessly tickling Philippe and Thomas being more cautious, kneeling next to his prey, keeping the bound ankles under his armpits, which immobilized Nicolas; the blond tormentor was experimenting with light touches.

“Hey, guys! See how Nico’s soles are sensitive?”

A brush of his fingers had the captive twist around in his chains. There were two minutes of demonstration of tickling mastery; the newcomers watched and gave advice.

“Try with your nails, but go lightly, otherwise it just scratches.”

Eventually, they grew tired of this and let their victims rest, panting behind the muffling gags.

“How come these two ended up resting over their backs?” Cédric asked.

“We thought that after a short night Nico needed some help, so we followed him closely to help if needed…”

This wasn’t a fair move, Grégory thought. As for Rémi, he looked at his devious cousins, trying to hide his dislike of what to him was cheating. Aurélien seemed totally fine with this.

“He had trouble, but he could have made it, then, we met Philippe who looked lost and we tried to help too.”

“But he misbehaved badly,” Thomas squeezed in.

“Yes, so we took them here, since it’s not far away from all the keys they are to find. You found us giving them some final pep talk to convince them to play tougher.”

“They’re lucky you’re so helpful,” Hervé smiled, “though all this motivational talk won’t be of much use, at least not this time. We were looking for them to let them know the game is over. Rémi and Grégory won.”

There were no further comments on the victors’ performance. Hervé cast a glance at his brother, his cue to take over and explain what the prize was to this game. Cédric took the prompt.

“I’m sure they’re very pleased; they must also wonder what they won. You think it’s a trick, lads?”

He patted Rémi’s shorted buttocks.

“Not at all, you did win the privilege to perform a live sex-act with the losers! We’re going to film you fucking them!”

Rémi and Grégory looked at each other. A few days previous, the prospect of having to screw another boy under Hervé’s eye, or even a camera, would have thrown Grégory into a rebellious fit. Seeing Rémi’s worried look coupled with an absence of reaction convinced him he should abide. There was no way he could hope to free himself. He’d bite the bullet.

Philippe and Nicolas were brought up to their feet; Thomas adjusted their fetters so they could walk, while Aurélien interviewed his team members on the practical side of the penance. Where would it best to have them go at it? Who would do what, and to whom?

Cédric gave most of the answers, with his little brother butting in here and there. Their explanations lasted while they headed back to the attic where they’d been taken the afternoon before.

The ordeal had been discussed with enough details that Aurélien and Thomas’ mysterious ways to set up the scene fell flat. Thomas cast side glances to the standing duo waiting for sacrifice, but they knew what the chairs he brought would be used for.

Aurélien had Rémi and Grégory kneel.

“You two will wait obediently while we prepare your mounts.”

Grégory watched the captors get busy around the two captives; he felt it took them less and less time to move their prisoners from one predicament to the next.

Aurélien paired with Hervé to handle Rémi; Thomas partnered with Cédric to restrain Philippe. Their show was mesmerizing; they took their time, at least it looked like it, and their measured gestures, the repetitive nature of the binding process hypnotized Grégory and Rémi.

Made to stand facing the back of the chair, their hands bound in front of them were tied to the rung just under the seat. They had to bend over, of course, and with the knots tied to the opposite rung behind, they no longer could stand up.

“And now, one important thing to do. They need to be a bit more welcoming.”

Cédric’s fingers slid in the shorts’ waistband and started pulling them down, revealing Philippe’s round and firm buttocks. Aurélien mimicked the older teen and exposed Nicolas’ tantalizing derriere.

Then coils of rope showed up in the captors’ hands; they undertook binding the naked legs to the back of the chairs. The rungs and legs offered many anchor points; the binders united their charges’ mower limbs with short pieces of rope at every joint, the ankles being on each side of the chairs.

“They’re all ready for you, winners! Let’s get you ready too.”

Grégory’s knees were a bit sore. He was pushed forward, along with Rémi and they both were rid of their fetters; ropes replaced them and with their arms tightly tied behind their backs at wrists and elbows, they were pushed forward towards their friends.

Their manhood stood out proudly, and some prophylactic care was given to them by the little blond devils; these newcomers always enjoyed handling the well-sized members.

Grégory and Rémi both got inside their designated mounts easily, the hard rods sliding in without restraint.

The two following hours saw all sorts of pairing between the boys. There wasn’t any interaction between the free ones, but the unrestrained youths all got some satisfaction from Nicolas and Philippe first, though Rémi and Grégory were also involved in relieving their minders.

The boys were spent and laid down panting once they’d all reached a third orgasm; Yet there was some stamina left in the captors. Aurélien and Thomas, in particular, were really wired up and eager to have more fun with their captives.

They undertook releasing Philippe and Nicolas and have them stand; while the rest of their band looked at them, while fondling Rémi and Grégory. Cédric was taking care of the blond boy while Hervé was kneading Rémi, whose shorts he’d pulled up and whose buttocks had the satiny touch of the shorts.

“The weather is really nice outside, lads,” Aurélien said, “We should get our young ones outdoors, it would be good for their health.”

“It’s cold outside,” Cédric replied, “They’re going to freeze.”

“You may stay here, then,” Thomas intervened, and we’ll take our cousin for a little walk in the park.”

This suggestion was enough to convince Hervé and Cédric that they should join the expedition.

There was a stop at the bathroom, where all of them cleaned up, or got cleaned up since having them take care of themselves wasn’t on the agenda.

They dressed up the captives in clean Speedos, shorts and jerseys but they added tracksuit pants and jackets, to finish with thick woollen socks before their sneakers were on.

Cédric and Hervé ran a workshop, to teach their blond friends how to weave a rope chest harness, with its ends knotted between his shoulder blades and hanging down the prisoner’s back.

“Like this, you can keep your boy on a leash, just like when you go walk the dog,” Hervé explained.

The prospect of fresh air had revived the gang and the minders both grabbed the rope ends and their charges had to get started. They stopped briefly in the hall to put jackets on.

The prisoners got the extra layer too, though their arms didn’t slip inside the sleeves. Their captors tied them together behind the back, which showed the boys’ status to the outside world. The wards didn’t worry about strangers’ eyes. They pulled up the hoods of the prisoners’ coats.

They also put their big winter coats on, and once everybody was protected by a layer of eiderdown, it was time to get outside.

Nicolas led the way, with Hervé keeping his reins with a strong hand; Rémi and Thomas closed the procession. At the hands of his cousin, the teenager experienced warmth; it came from his clothing, for which he was grateful, considering it wasn’t too warm outside. There was also the renewed excitation the prospect of new games caused; Thomas had whispered about some ideas he had for bringing down his older cousin one peg or two, which frightened and aroused Rémi at the same time.

It was well above freezing temperature, and had they gone for a game of dodge ball or some race, they’d have been dressed too warmly. But the older boys were meant to remain trussed to a certain level at all times, and there was no activity on the agenda that required them to run.

Rémi knew the outdoors; the farm itself was huge, and the estate that his cousins had as a playground offered remote clearings in thick woods. These didn’t sprawl for miles on end, but they did make for quite a few locations that were discreet, and where the odds of an unpleasant encounter with grown-ups were slim.

The narrow path they followed led to such an opening; there was even sun hitting a tree, a thin maple tree, still young enough to have smooth bark yet grown enough to hold solid and be a match against a vigorous teenage boy trying to pull it out.

“Stop right here, lads,” Thomas called from the end of the walking gang, “I wouldn’t be against having my tree-tying skills assessed by you all.”

The others turned to him, even his gagged guests. The blond lad looked at his cousin, a feral grin revealing his white teeth.

“And I’m sure Rémi will volunteer to help me with my tree-tie badge. Aren’t you, cousin?”

Rémi remained still and quiet, which Thomas interpreted as an agreement. The group gathered around the tree, and Thomas started his demonstration, taking coils of rope from a rucksack and clove-hitching them to the tree trunk at all the required places.

“Come a little closer, Rémi, I need to be sure that this rope will be above your knees, but not too much. There’ll be one in the middle of your thighs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best not to be sloppy.”

Hervé didn’t say anything, but he’d gotten his little notebook out and took notes while watching Thomas work; he stood very seriously, looking in detail at the job his new recruit did.

Cédric came to give him a hand to back Rémi to the trunk. They undid the ropes restraining him, securing his wrists behind the tree first.

From there, Thomas worked on his own, closing down the loops of rope around Rémi’s torso and legs. There was an elaborate chest harness, and Thomas also added a crotch rope; this wasn’t only cosmetic, it also pulled Rémi’s bum against the bark, pinning him further.

Aurelian helped his brother out, pointing to the coils or knots that didn’t seem tightened thoroughly enough.

Cédric and Hervé praised him once he was done.

“This is a great tree-tie, Tom. It looks like Rémi is going to stay here until you decide otherwise. Should we give him a chance and some time to prove me wrong and escape from your rope work?”

“This is fair. Let’s say one hour. There are only ropes, no trick, but I’m confident. I’ll even put myself up as a stake. You can order me to do anything you want for two hours if you manage to slip out of my net,” Thomas grinned.

“You’re very confident indeed. I say we can stay here to watch him try. I’m sure we can have some other kind of fun with the three other prisoners while your cousin shows how brilliant an escape artist he is!”

They didn’t waste time, and the tracksuits were explored; Hervé had Nicolas at hand, while Aurélien and Thomas were busy with Grégory and Philippe.

The Speedos soon showed trace of the petting and caressing, the captors having grown much more efficient at bringing their charges to violent and effusive orgasms.

Rémi echoed his friends’ moans, but his were wails of toil and frustration. He had to admit it. His cousins were younger than he was, yet they had an impressive mastery of knots and immobilization. He couldn’t move a limb. He couldn’t move his forearms at all, and his fingers fluttered without anything of use to grasp on.

The four tormentors didn’t pay any attention to Rémi. They were busy trying their hand at another captive, having moved to the next one. For the third turn, with captor finishing on the last of the three boys they had to test for control, it took a little longer, but soon enough all three squirted further in their swimwear.

Hervé decided they could be changed right here and there, and they didn’t resist much to their minders’ changing their undies, if only not to stay with bare legs for too long. Once the change was performed and their spent captives had a dry crotch, they went to have a close look at Rémi.

Chapter 20 – Final Exchanges

“This is really top-notch work, Tom,” Hervé conceded, “I can’t see any gain in slack; your knots are located perfectly, and they’re flawless. Two minutes to go, Rémi, but I’m afraid there won’t be a last-minute miracle.”

They all stood around, and Hervé started the countdown ten seconds before the end, with his crew following him right away.

“… Three! Two! One! You lost, Rémi!”

There was laughter and a gagged protest from Rémi.

“I can’t stand sore losers,” Aurélien stated, “This unwelcome grunt means your penalty’s doubled.”

Rémi looked down and fumed silently. His two cousins seemed hell-bent on having him under their strict control, and the group would remind him of the authority they had to do so. He pictured Thomas in his situation, which helped him to overcome his annoyance.

“What penalty did he earn?” Cédric asked.

“Two extra days bound and gagged under our supervision during the Spring holiday.”

“That’s not much,” Hervé commented, a genuine look of disappointment spreading over his face.

“That’s four when it‘s doubled.”

This brought a faint smile on the lips of the pint-sized dictator.

“Let’s head back to the house, we need to settle things with our little troop before we part ways.”

The affirmative tone got the whole group to realize the weekend was coming to an end; Thomas and Aurélien sure expected much from this moment. They needed Rémi to accept his fate, and he seemed ripe to do so. Yet, there was the fear that he would turn them down, and threaten to spill the beans to their parents to avoid staying with them kept in bondage.

Hervé had told them how he would handle the situation, but abducting Rémi for another day without anyone outside their group missing him seemed difficult.

They released their cousin from his tree, hobbling him with leather cuffs that replaced the ropes as less obvious but as effective restraints.

The chain gang got back to where it came from, with the rattle of the chains indicating their slow pace.

The captives were made to sit at the large kitchen table, with pen and paper in front of them. Hervé showed how to bind them to the stools, using Philippe as a prop to demonstrate the tie-up to his less experienced friends.

The prisoners’ hands were cuffed in front, so they could write.

“You’ll fill in these forms, you’ve got a full hour, while we tidy and put all our stuff away. You’ve got one hour, so don’t waste time. Be really honest, this goes for you two, Rémi. You want your cousins to know full well what you enjoyed over the last few days.”

Rémi looked at the sheets. There were headings, with a number of words in brackets, the first of which read the bonds I liked most (200 words). It was typed, so it looked a bit like a school interrogation. Rémi thought about it, and he started scribbling a few sentences about the time he’d spent in the high-chair. There were drawbacks to the whole nappy stuff, but being treated like an infant by his younger cousins had troubled him a great deal, and when prompted, he had to go back to this particular time.

He did say that the pole and tree ties had been successes too.

The following headings were about the best gags, the most fun games, and there was even a question about what he liked the least, but he ran out of time before filling this paragraph.

The lower floor was busy, but the younger kids came with packed luggage which they left in a corner.

It was over one hour when they were done starting all their accessories, leaving some in the blond brothers’ keep, and having the six other boys’ stuff stuffed into their luggage.

The four captors gathered around the table where their pupils sat once they were all done packing.

“Time to pick up your papers and see how much you liked your stay with us in control.”

Hervé went around, picking the papers. Aurélien and Thomas followed; they uncuffed the boys, only to lock their wrists behind their back again. They added foam plugs inside their ear canals. It was time to assess the pupils’ answers.

Rémi had his eyes locked on his cousins’ faces; he tried to read their lips, which was very difficult and didn’t yield any meaningful content. They smiled and grinned, and high-fived Hervé in the end. Cédric approached and unclogged his ears.

“I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t complete the assignment, cousin,” Aurélien said, coming next to Rémi and laying his hand over the bound boy’s shoulder, “yet you replied honestly and you’ve let us know of your specific tastes. We’ve worked out some training program with Hervé. We’ll get you started soon. For now, you need to sign an agreement.”

He slid a piece of paper in front of Rémi.

I, Rémi, sound in body and mind, allow my cousins Aurélien and Thomas to take care of me during the weekends and the holidays. I will also follow the rules they provide me with for the times when we’re apart. They may order me anything, and punish me if I don’t obey them.

Thomas removed his cuffs and handed him the pen.

“This is the last little formality. Consider it an IOU for all the penalties you earned over the last couple of days. We’ll try to be as good with you as Hervé and Cédric are with Philippe;”

Considering the revelations he’d heard about Philippe’s intense servitude, this set a rather high bar in devious games. He looked inquisitively at Thomas.

“Of course, you may decide against signing this agreement. Then we would certainly work something out to keep you here for another evening, and there might be some of the pictures we took that end up in mailboxes of people you don’t want to know about our little hobby.”

Rémi opened his eyes wide. They would blackmail him without hesitation. He was trapped, the warm feeling spread in his loins once again. Being bossed around by Thomas and Aurélien was humiliating and exciting at once.

With his penis twitching inside his shorts, Rémi gave up and he signed the short agreement; its brevity didn’t make its scope narrow, which Rémi failed to recognize at that moment.

There were cheers and congratulations. Grégory was next. Rémi could see the paper sheet Cédric set in front of him, and he could see there was more text, but he couldn’t make out any words. It featured three paragraphs, so he certainly committed to something else.

Nicolas and Philippe, eventually, were required to sign their own paper. Hervé picked up the papers as the boys signed them, putting them in a red binder.

“We’ll free you, it’s almost five and our parents should come to pick us up soon,” Cédric stated after casting a glance at his wristwatch.

“You’re under the silence rule until you’re home, boys. No talking among yourselves, this wouldn’t bode well for your evening and night,” Hervé threatened, with his index finger raised as a warning.

Once free, the four friends all stood, tidied their clothes. Philippe raised a finger and made a sign to request permission to go to the bathroom, which his brother allowed.

The transition back to apparent freedom went smoothly; obedience was key, and the minders never were far away, so any attempt at communicating was hopeless.

There was noise from an engine outside; Grégory’s mom was first, and the blond boy left, casting a last glance at Philippe, who held his brothers’ luggage. He would have to wait to know if his friend’s brothers would hold their side of the bargain, and get him to enjoy Philippe’s arousing company.

Nicolas’ father arrived as Grégory climbed aboard. There were a last few exchanges between Cédric and Hervé and the blond cousins, and the five boys climbed aboard. Nicolas was in front, and Hervé whispered in his ear as they got inside.

“You may answer your mom if she asks you a question, but no more than ten words. I’ll count!”

Having committed to six months under Hervé’s control, Nicolas felt watched and monitored. Thankfully, Cédric and Hervé engaged into a lively conversation with his mom. They left Rémi out at his place fifteen minutes after they’d left; the three brothers were next. Hervé politely greeted Nicolas’ mom, and made a little sign to his older brother’s schoolmate, one that Nicolas knew well, this of unzipping his lips, which meant he was allowed to have a normal conversation with his mom.

Philippe received the same signal, and he was very polite with the nice lady who’d given them a ride.

“Have a fun evening, Nic, and see you tomorrow at school.”

“Have fun to, Phil, see you!”

“Don’t worry, Philippe is not going to be bored! See you tomorrow,” Hervé greeted, with an amused smile as he took in Nicolas’ features for the last time of the evening, “You’ll be welcome to spend some more time with Phil over the next few weeks, if your mom is OK with it of course.”

The pretty woman let the boys know she was delighted her son had such polite friends, and the car took off, leaving the trio of siblings heading to their front door.

“OK, Phil, you’ve got ten minutes to clean up and grab a bite, we’ll see you to bed then if you’re completely done with your homework.”

The door slammed behind them; Philippe felt sad the weekend was over, but he could now look very much forward to the next one, since his siblings wouldn’t let their grip over him loosen.

End of this Episode

to be continued in Sweaty Tie-Up: Naughty Siblings