From: an522242@anon.penet.fi (boys-stir-us (boisterous))
Reply-To: an522242@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 1996 03:59:18 UTC
Subject: Knot Alone (M/b, pedo consensual bondange)

WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual
activity between an adult male and a boy.  If you are under the age of 18 or
are offended by material of this nature, please read no further.  By the
way, this story is not realistic and it doesn't try to be.  I run the risk
of insulting boylovers as well as B&D enthusiasts. Don't waste aany of your
precious moment of life waiting for something like this to happen to you.
And by no means, does the author encourage you to try to act out a story
like this in real life!!!!!  

                             Knot Alone

     Randy Manning sat on the front steps of his house with his
legs held tight together.  He was in a state of panic and the
throbbing in his balls was getting worse.  Like many inner city
12 year olds, he wore a tattered and faded tee shirt, grimy,
baggy cut-offs, and leather Nike tennis shoes.  He had no idea
how to get out of his predicament.  He tried to fight back his
tears as people walked past him on the sidewalk.
     Mike Evers felt a little light-headed and a little sore as
he walked home from an afternoon with a horny top he'd been
seeing for a few weeks.  Jake was a fucking machine, and he
plugged into Mike a couple afternoons a week. Taking his rough
treatment was sort of a penance (though a pleasurable one) for
his strong attraction to slender boys.  Just as he was thinking
of it,  Mike saw a slender 12 or 13 year old on crumbling
cement steps who was crying into his hands.  He paused on the
sidewalk directly in front of the boy.  
     "Are you okay?"
     Randy looked up in surprise. Mostly any man that talked to
him was poor, ugly, and mean.  He was going to say something to
get rid of the man, but he noticed the man was neither poor nor
ugly nor mean.  He didn't answer at all.
     Mike sat down next to the kid.  "Tell me what's wrong."
     Randy looked around.  Across the street, two squirrels
were chasing each other. A few pedestrians moved swiftly down
the sidewalks.  "I don't know what to do.  But I can't tell
you."
     "You can tell me.  I won't promise I will be able to help,
but at least I will listen."  He sensed the kid was desperate
about something.  Mike gently put his arm around the urchin,
becoming aware of how thin the kid really was.
     "I can't tell you--it's too embarrassing."  Randy
sniffled, then rubbed his hand across his mouth and nose.
     Mike studied the boy.  He had black hair that was shaggy
from not being cut for a long time.  The kid was thin as a
blade of grass. He had acorn brown eyes with thick, dark
lashes, delicately shaped eyebrows, and a thin, straight nose. 
His thighs and calves were thin and slightly curved, his knees
scabbed and unwashed.  He wore no socks. His feet looked
disproportionately large.
     "My name is Mike.  What's yours?"
     Randy had gotten control of himself and sat straighter. 
He leaned into the man's strong arm and smelled his deodorant. 
"Randy." He was feeling a lot better already.
     "Well, Randy, I'm a total stranger, and I'm a nice guy. 
What have you got to lose by confiding in me?"
     Randy thought about it for a moment, then blurted out, "I
tied a rope and I can't get the knot out."
     Mike thought for a moment.  "Why not cut it with a knife?"
     "Oh, I couldn't do that!"
     "Why not?"
     "I'd cut myself for sure."
     "Oh."  Mike thought about it.  Was the kid afraid he'd cut
his finger with the knife?  It didn't make a lot of sense.  The
next question seemed inevitable to him. "What is the rope tied
to?"
     Randy heard the question he was most afraid of.  It was
like the guy could read his mind.  "Promise not to tell
anyone."
     "I promise."
     "Right here," the kid said, pointing to his crotch.
     "Oh." Mike swallowed hard, taken totally by surprise. It
was like heaven was smiling upon him.  He tried not too sound
too eager.  "Perhaps I could untie it for you."
     The boy looked up hopefully.  "Would you?" Randy stood up,
being careful not to put any extra pressure on his balls.  When
the man nodded, he added, "Come on inside."
     "No one else is home?"
     "There's just Mom, and she won't be home for hours."  He
led Mike into the house.  Mike held his breath as he stepped
inside.  The place was filthy.  Newspapers, clothes, and dirty
dishes were everywhere he looked.  The stale air was stifling.
     "You should open up some windows, Randy."
     "Mom's afraid of getting ripped off again, so she won't
let me." He stood in the middle of the messy room and spread
his arms.  With a shy smile he announced,  "I ain't much good
at cleaning."
     "I don't mind," he said softly.  The man and the boy stood
in the living room facing each other expectantly.  "Maybe we
should go into your bedroom."
     Randy led the way up the narrow wooden stairs. His bedroom
had a mattress on the floor and cardboard boxes for a dresser. 
A wooden chair sat before a formica-topped desk.  He had a
couple of heavy metal posters on the wall.  The tape had let
loose on the corner of one of them.  Laying on the unmade bed
were a couple of wooden clothespins, a scissors, and a small
spool of nylon packaging string. Dirty clothes were in heaps
around the room, and Mike allowed himself to look at the
discarded dingy underpants--Fruit of the Loom. He would have
liked to take a pair home with him.
     Again, they stood, each waiting for the other to say or do
something.  "Show me the knot," Mike said at last.
     The boy's hands hovered in mid-air for a moment, then he
held his breath and looked away as he slid his cut-offs down.
They were a little too big for Randy and fell around his
ankles.  He glanced at Mike, then looked away again, his cheeks
burning as he slid his worn underwear down, also.
     Six inches of string dangled down from beneath the cuff of
the kid's oversized tee shirt.  Randy pulled the shirt up to
reveal his genitals.  Randy's scrotum was stretched into a
tight little ball of smooth, purple flesh.  His limp uncut boy-
cock hung off to one side beneath semi-circle of hair that was
developing over his pubic bone.
     "That looks painful," Mike said softly.
     "Yeah, sort of.  Do you think you can untie it?"
     Mike slipped to his knees and lightly touched the
stretched flesh.  Though Mike had never touched the genitals of
a pubescent boy, he had entertained numerous masturbation
fantasies regarding that exact topic.  He lifted the balls,
which had just begun their growth toward adult proportions, and
looked for the knot.
     The string had been wound around his scrotum at least a
dozen times, and the knot was on the underside.  It looked at
though it had been pulled pretty tight.   Mike fumbled with the
knot.  Then he realized he could easily untie it; however, he
was in no hurry to do it.  With his other hand he picked up the
boy's inch long penis under the ruse of moving it out of the
way.  He leaned in to study the knot and the delicious flesh
surrounding it.  He smelled the boy's acrid sweat and realized
he would have to adjust himself within his briefs or risk his
cock breaking off.
     As he fumbled with the boy's bound testicles, he asked,
"Where did you get the idea to try this?" 
     Randy experienced a stab of fear as he felt his little
cock twitch.  He knew he would die of embarrassment if he got a
boner.  Unfortunately, Mike's fingertips were rubbing across it
and squeezing it as he held it out of the way.
     "Oh, I don't know," he said evasively, deciding not to
watch the man's fingers touching his private parts. Watching
was increasing his arousal because both the thought and the
feel of the situation were exciting.
     "And the clothespins--were they for your nipples or for
your foreskin?"  Mike pinched lightly at the boy's wrinkle of
foreskin with one hand and at a pink nipple with the other hand
as he said this. 
     The pleasure at both locations served to send him to an
almost instant erection.
Randy was surprised the man could guess his secret.  It added
to his shame and his arousal. The man still had a grip on his
cock, even though he had gotten a boner.  He searched for an
answer.  He certainly wasn't going to say "Both," which would
have been the truth. Finally he stammered,  "I don't know what
you mean."
     "Don't be embarrassed.  You'd be surprised how many people
like to play games like this."  He brought both hands to the
knot, picking at it with his fingernails. "But you are so
young.  How'd you get the idea for it? Did someone show you?"
     "No."  He looked back down at his crotch.  His slender
cock had extended to it's full 4-3/4 inches.
     "Look, I'm having trouble getting it out.  Why don't you
lie on your back and pull your legs up.  I'll have better
access that way."
     "O-okay."  As the kid lay back, Mike reached down the
front of his jeans and adjusted himself to take the pressure
off his erection.  The kid didn't fail to notice, and his mind
started to race.  Mike was a handsome and kind man.  Could it
be that Mike found his skinny little body attractive?  And he
had continued to hold his cock even after it had gotten stiff. 

     The hands came back to work at the knot. Randy pulled his
knees close to his chest and held onto them.  Mike
intentionally let his little finger touch the boy's anus, which
was small and rosy and clearly virginal. Mike decided to be a
little more assertive.  "You still haven't answered my
question."
     Randy couldn't think of anything to say except the truth. 
"I found a magazine in the trash in our alley.  It was called
Bound and Gagged."
     "I know that magazine," Mike said, again taking the boy's
cock in his hand, though it was no longer in the way of his
access to the knot.  He didn't think the kid would complain. 
He watched the boy gasping for breath as he slowly peeled the
foreskin back to reveal the exquisite glans.  "Sometimes I buy
it and jack off while I read it."
     "Really?"  The kid asked, raising up a little. Mike
loosened the knot and began slowly unwinding the rope. "You
jack off?"
     "Sure.  Unless I can find a guy who will use his mouth. 
Or better yet, bend over and let me fuck him."
     "Wow," the kid said, feeling brave enough to look at the
heavenly sight of his little boner being massaged by the man's
masterful fingers.   "Did you ever let anyone tie you up?"
     "Oh, no.  I'm not into that sort of thing," Mike said.  He
noted the look of disappointment that passed over the boy's
face.  Then he added, "I much prefer to be the one who ties the
guy up."
     Randy's eyes grew wide as he stared at the sexy man. He
made a noise when Mike rubbed across his anus.  When the
rubbing continued for a moment longer, he lay his head back and
closed his eyes.
     Mike saw the kid's response and pressed a little with his
finger.  The dry hole didn't budge.  When the kid still didn't
resist, Mike added, "Maybe you'd like me to tie you up
sometime." 
     The boy's head raised again and his eyes flew open.  "You
want to?"
     Mike smiled. He completely freed the twine and the boy's
balls began to loose their purplish tint almost immediately. 
But Mike did not release his hold on the boy's cock, and Randy
did not lower his legs.   "I wouldn't do anything you didn't
want me to.  And I wouldn't do anything to injure you or leave
marks on you."  
     "You would really tie me up?" Randy just didn't believe
this totally cool scene was happening to him.
     "If you want me to."
     Still, he would be totally at Mike's mercy.  Maybe he was
a psycho or something.  "I don't know," he said cautiously.  
But the man sure didn't seem crazy.
     Mike pumped slowly on the boy's erection, working the
foreskin across the glans.  "I won't hurt you--just use you."  
     Randy sort of stretched back, his body twitching from
intense stimulation.   "Go ahead, if you want," he breathed,
rolling his head to one side. He still held his legs up to
expose himself to the man.
     "How much time till your mom comes home?"
     "Shit, she never comes home before dark--if she comes home
at all.  Don't worry about it."  He was so crazy with lust,
that he thought he would let the man do anything.
     Mike let go of the kid and waited until Randy lowered his
legs and sat up.  "I could tie you up and then just do anything
I want to you, but I don't want you to get uptight and freak
out.  I want us both to enjoy this. I'm going to tie you up. 
Then play with your naked body a little.  Then I'm going to
make you lick my cock and my balls.  You okay with this so
far?"
     The boy nodded his assent. He could hardly believe it.  He
was going to suck this man's cock!  He had fantasized about
doing that ever since he had found the magazine.
     "There's more.  You ever had your ass fucked, Randy?"
     "Not yet," he answered simply.  He wished the man would
stop talking and get down to business.  He'd read about ass
fucking in the magazine.  He knew it would hurt a lot, but it
was such a weird thing to let someone do to you, that it gave
him a supercharge of lust.  He wanted to try it. He wanted to
try everything.  
     "You want me to do those things to you?" he asked, running
his hand from Randy's knee to his balls, giving the boy
gooseflesh.  
     Randy shivered.  "Yes."
     He prodded the boy's balls, which were still pulled tight.
"This is sort of a game.  Part of the rules are that you only
speak to me to answer a question.  And whenever you speak, you
call me 'sir.'  It's okay to moan and groan--in fact, I prefer
it."  Mike stood up.  "Go sit on the chair," he said in a
commanding tone.  
     Randy stood so quickly he nearly lost his balance.  He
pulled out the chair and sat down.   Mike picked up the rope
and knelt next to the chair.  "If you get too scared or if
something hurts too much, you say the password. . . . Um, let's
see.  The password is blue, which was the color of your balls
when I first saw them. Say it."
     "Blue," he said quickly.  After a moment's silence, he
added, "Sir."
     "Good."   Mike efficiently cut four lengths of the nylon
cord.  He tied each of the boy's bony ankles to a leg of the
chair.  As he tied the boy's clammy hands behind his back (and
the back of the chair), he said, " I am the master and you are
the lowly, helpless slave. Your only purpose is to provide me
with pleasure. Understand?"
     "Yes, sir," Randy replied.  The ropes weren't very tight,
and he felt a little relieved that he could probably wiggle out
of them if he really wanted to.
      He finished tying the boy's hands and stepped back.  "Are
they too tight?"
     "No, sir."
     He rubbed the boy's body, running his hands along the
ridges of his ribs, across his rounded tummy.  He paused to dig
his fingernail into the boy's navel and was rewarded by the
kid's twitch and low moan. He worked his fingertips into the
scrotum, stretching Randy's hairless balls away from his groin. 
The kid's cock was rock hard. As he pulled to the threshold of
pain, the kid's knees reflexively came together.  
     Mike got two more lengths of cord and tied the kid's legs
just beneath the knee so he couldn't do that again.  Then he
cut another piece or cord and tied it in a slip knot.  He
fitted it over the little balls and pulled it tight.
     He tugged on the rope until the kid groaned, then leaned
close and said, "You're mine now.  My little slut."  The kid
was looking at him with a compelling blend of anxiety and lust.
     Mike got the clothespins off the bed and attached them to
Randy's tiny nipples.  He had to stretch them out to get enough
skin to clip them on.  The kid was breathing erratically and
rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder.   
     Then Mike got one of the boy's shoes and tied it to the
string dangling from the kid's balls.  He set the length so the
shoe did not reach the floor in front of the chair.  When he
released it, the kid made a series of sound:  "Ngh.  Ngh. 
Ngh."
     He knew it needed to be a short session, so he said, "Open
your mouth."
     Randy did so immediately.  As he put his index finger past
the thin lips and somewhat crooked teeth, he said, "Keep your
teeth off my finger.  Pretend it's a cock."  He moved his
finger across the boy's tongue, then edged it back further in
his throat.  When Randy gagged, Mike withdrew his finger.  As
soon as the boy recovered, he reinserted his finger and
repeated the process.
     Mike stepped back and stripped off his shirt and shoes. He
pushed at the clothespins, again making the boy groan.  He
lightly flicked the boy's finger-sized erection with his
fingernail, and was rewarded with a moan that was more pleasure
than pain.
     "You ready to see a real cock?"
     "Yes, sir," the boy said with eager respect.
     Mike undressed and stood before the boy with his dripping
cock inches from his face.  Randy stared at the fiery cock, his
mouth gaping, his eyes glazed with lust.  When Mike stepped
closer, the boy tipped his head back and opened his mouth
wider.  Mike grabbed his hair and moved to let his erection
smack against the boy's cheeks.
Then he tipped the kid's chair back so it rested at an angle
with the back of it pressed against the desk.  He straddled the
kid and lowered his balls against Randy's chin.
     "Lick my balls."
     Randy really wasn't thinking very much by this point.  His
lust had risen beyond any previous level, yet he had not had an
orgasm.  In fact, his cock had gotten almost no attention. 
Still it throbbed.  The smell from the man's crotch was strong
and musky.  A small part of him, still rational, knew that it
wasn't a very clean place to put his mouth.  That only added to
his arousal as he licked Mike's balls with abandon.
     Mike kicked at the shoe, making it swing so it  sent
flashes of pain all through the boy's abdomen as his balls were
tugged.  The kid ejaculated, sending a few spurts of nearly
clear fluid across his rounded abdomen.  Mike gathered the
fluid on his finger and fed it to the boy.  He smiled as the
kid eagerly lapped all of his own semen off the man's fingers.
     Then Mike tipped the chair back upright and fed his cock
into the boy's eager face.  Loud slurping noises accompanied
the boy's soft moans of  lust. Mike ignored the inexperienced
scraping of teeth across his cock.  Perhaps there would be time
to teach the kid another day.  Just in case there was only
today, he wanted to shoot his load in the 13 year old's virgin
ass.
     "Does you mom have a bed I could tie you to?"
     "Yes, sir."
     Without any great effort, Mike picked the boy up, chair
and all, and carried him down the hall to his mother's bedroom. 
Randy moaned as the tennis shoe bounced around, tugging at his
tender balls.  Mike wasn't sure if the kid had ever lost his
erection, but he was sure it was at full strength as he set the
chair in the middle of the room.  
      She had a four-poster, which was ideal for binding
someone face down and spread-eagle.  He lay the kid, still
bound to the chair, face down ont he mattress and  untied his
hands.  Within a minute he had tied one wrist to each of the
posts at the head of the bed.  He then untied the boy's feet
and carefully removed the chair.  The kid offered no
resistance. Mike untied the rope around the boy's scrotum and
then tied his ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed,
pulling Randy's legs wide apart so access to his opening would
not be restricted.
     Then Mike sat on the bed and leaned close to whisper in
Randy's ear.  "Now you asshole is mine to use, and you can't do
anything about it."  Randy's eyes were glazed with lust and he
panted for breath like an overheated dog.  His hips moved
sensuously, grinding against the bed.  When Mike touched the
small circle of pink tissue, the boy gasped and lifted his
hips.
     Without lubrication, he wormed his index finger  inside
the boy's incredibly tight passage, each new millimeter of
progress accompanied by Randy's grunting and moaning. Mike's
finger bumped something and at first he thought it was a turd.
When it became clear it was not, he asked, "What is this?"
     Randy quickly said, "Sorry, sir."
     "What is it?"
     "A hot dog, sir."  The kid was humiliated to tears.
     "You stuck a hot dog up your ass?"
     "Yes, sir.  I forgot about it when I couldn't get the knot
untied.  Sorry, sir."
     "Use your muscles to push it out."
     The kid's cheeks clamped tight and he grunted.  The hot
dog suddenly emerged and quickly slid all the way out, landing
on the sheets.  Mike said, "You deserve to be punished for
this. What do you suggest?"
     "I don't know, sir."
     Mike picked up the slimy hot dog and brought it to Randy's
face.  "I think you should eat it."
     Randy got a sort of dizzy look to him.  His eyes
fluttered.  Then he opened his mouth.  Mike fed it to him,
waiting patiently for the kid to chew and swallow each small
bite.  Then he made Randy lick his slick fingers.
     He searched the nightstand and found a sexual lubricant
called Wet.  He poured some on the boy's cleft and worked it in
with his fingers. He pressed two fingers inside the boy, who
was making a lot of noise, just as Mike preferred.
     Mike was too turned on to wait any longer.  He climbed
onto the bed and slicked his cock with the lubricant. "By the
way, the password is no longer valid.  No matter what you say,
I'm going to fuck you.  If you relax and surrender yourself to
me, you will enjoy yourself.  If you fight it, it will hurt
like hell."
     Penetration came only after a lot of patience.  The boy's
lust and eagerness, enabled it to occur at all.  He made a lot
of noise, but never asked Mike to stop.  It didn't take long
for Mike to empty his seed inside the bound boy's fundament. 
And even as he poised in repose, keeping his slackening cock
buried inside the boy, the pressure of the tight sphincter was
like a clenched fist.
     Mike withdrew gently, then began untying the boy.  As
Randy sat up, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, Mike
saw the small wet spot where the boy's seed from his second
orgasm had spilled on the sheet.  Pearly drops clung to his
small growth of straight black pubic hair.  Mike took the
clothespins off the boy's nipples and rubbed his head.  
     "That was great, Randy.  Thanks." Randy offered a toothy
smile, but no verbal response.
     Mike went back to the boy's room and started to get
dressed.  Randy followed him and asked, "Are we going to do it
again sometime?"
     "How about if I pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow evening. 
I'll take you out to dinner, then to a friend's house.  He has
a dungeon."
     "Cool."
  
The end