Just Another Grimm

The Fab Five
You Can't Make Me

Chapters 31-...

With hours of video chronicling the two teams of boys squirming and sweating against each other Max and Kris freed the captives.

Hours in the sun that was too hot for their tender skins left every exposed part sore. Brian and Tim had bright red bands of flaming flesh across their groins, and moved gingerly. Mike and Richie's burns made a continuous ring. Sleeping for them was going to be extremely hard for the next couple of nights. After two days of suffering the boys would get the salves that could bring their skins some relief. Unfortunately, it also took out some of the color, so they could burn again. And the healed skin would be even more sensitive. Soon they would realized they would be healed only to suffer some more.

But before they could get off the beach Mike had to take the punishment for being the contest loser.

A shallow metal tub, polished to a bright shine on the inside was sight of the next test. Inside was a three foot bar, a wide leather belt with holes along its length and a strange buckle. Also four leather cuffs adorned with d-rings. Mike knew what those were for. As the other boys were given large bottles of cold water, Mike was handed a wrist cuff.

Mike was smart enough to know that refusing was not going to be an option. And after buckling both around his wrists he also got a bottle. Greedily he drank while Max buckled another set on his ankles.

Kris was again given the job of explaining the new round of "You Can't Make Me!" to the unseen audience of patrons.

"Mike as the loser for this week you get tested. But we are going to be fair. You are going to be tied up in this tub, every minute will get worse until you give up. You will have to give up. That belt is going around you're neck. Every ten seconds it will get tighter. You see that buckle has a small motor that pulls out some slack, each notch shortening the belt, eventually you will pass out. If you pass out you lose."

"But also you will be fighting the heat. This metal pan is going to become hotter and hotter also. If you say You Can't Make Me you will get some relief. The first time the belt will slip back five notches and one of these boys will piss on you, which will help keep you cool. The next time four notches, and another boy will add his piss to the tub. So you can get relief five times then you are on your own."

"To surrender, just say 'Make Me a Cock Sucker' and them you can suck Max's cock. Twice every day. But you still pissed on by all the boys, and you have to stay tied up and awake for at least 10 minutes. In fact if you give up before 5 minutes, we will use the belt to beat you and then we will start over. If you don't give up then you need to last fifteen minutes. If you pass out you will be woken up and have to suck Max just once day until the next competition. Stay awake for ten minutes and you just have to suck him today, If you don't pass out for 15 minutes you won't have to suck Max. Good Luck!"

Kris positioned Mike in the center of the tub on his stomach. Placing the bar on the small of Mike's back Kris slid the belt onto the middle of the bar. About three fingers wide it had about a two foot (60 centimeter] loop in it. Laying out the belt on Mike's spine it easily reached the back of his head, but he wasn't to slip it around the boy's throat just yet.

Pulling up each ankle in turn, he bent Mike's legs to slide the bar through the cuff's d-ring so one of the boy's feet was on either side of the belt. Then Kris hooked each wrist to a loop at each end of the bar. Mike was effectively in a fairly loose hog-tie. His feet could slide along the bar, and his arms could move, and he found he could move one side or the other closer by pulling with his right or left arm, or pulling back with his feet, but they were all fighting against each other. Mike was pretty flexible, so the position was not causing him any pain.

"Our clock will start when the belt goes around your neck. Arch your back and put your head back."

Mike tried to comply, but it wasn't until Kris grabbed him by the hair that pulled back far enough. Max pushed back on Mike's chest and Kris was able to get the belt over his head. When Max took his hand away Mike could feel how much danger he was in. The belt was tight now. And his feet would be pulling it tighter, he can fight somewhat with his arms, but bending backwards was his only real hope. He knew that it would be hard keep this position for fifteen minutes.

Before he knew it he felt the belt tighten as the small motor pulled the buckle into the next set of notches. Mike didn't know how much the belt tightened, but he didn't think he had too much slack now. Every ten seconds… six times a minute… 90 times in 15 minutes. No Way! But he could get it to move back five notches if he shouted "You Can't Make Me" and then four if he did it again… Always good at math he knew he had 15 he could move it back. That meant two and a half minutes of relief, or should he do it now? But I don't want to be pissed on!

The other boys knew that Mike was a neat freak. Always clean and combing his hair so he had it looking just right. Tim knew that when he got the chance he was going to piss right on Mike's summer blond head. All the boy's were getting blonder as they had spent time on the beach, and there was a bit of bleach in their showers that helped the sun along. The patrons had paid for blondes.

Cameras on either side moved about as they recorded the second notch engaging, Mike's tight little ass was the focal point of one of the four cameras, and one was aimed at his face. That camera recorded the widening of Mike's eyes as Max knelt down before him with his hard slender cock pointing right at Mike's mouth.

Mike had decided to see if he could get to at least four more tightenings before he called out. If I can get to 7 or eight I might make it…

But Mike didn't figure on how hot the sun could be reflected off the polished metal. He was in a solar oven. Already sun burnt from his hours on the spit the concentrated rays of the sun were really burning. He knew that piss was hot, but would cool off in the breeze. Luckily there was a cooling breeze every once in a while. Another soft thunk behind him as the leather tightened again, three he counted. Thirty seconds… fourteen and a half minutes to go. I'll never make it. But I think I can get to five minutes which means I don't get beaten and have to do it again.

Four… his patrons watched delighted from all over the globe as the helpless boy struggled endlessly to find a comfortable position. Some had five different monitors to watch all the cameras.

Camera three was shooting from slightly above and to the side giving a wide screen shot with Mike's head and shoulders on the left and Max's kneeling lower body on the right. And Max's hand giving his cock a stroke every now and again to keep it hard. Mike's mouth was open, panting from both the heat and to get in more air. The camera captured his fight to keep arching his chest off the ground, giving fleeting glimpses of his soft tiny pink nipple.

What Mike didn't know was that every minute a patron could purchase an extra punishment with a high bid. With twenty seconds to go his feet, nipples, and ass cheeks were for sale.

Thwunk… five… "You Can't Make Me!" Mike needed it. He couldn't believe how hard this was.

"Who do you want to piss on you?"

Mike hadn't thought about that… there was no slackening yet… he knew Tim and Kris, especially Kris would love to piss on him. "Richie! You do it!" cried the humiliated boy.

Richie had been drinking plenty of water since they let him off the spit, and needed to go… but now saw that a camera was pointed at him. He was going to have to pee for the audience. Now he couldn't go. The naked boy stood with his cock in his hand as Tim and Kris started laughing. In fact laughing was going on all around the world as the seconds ticked off.

It tightened again. "Please Richie, piss on me."

Richie's piss flew out in a golden arc. Splattering on Mike's back Mike had dual shocks as he tensed instinctively and the belt unwound five notches. It seemed much easier to breathe. Richie was still pissing when the next ten seconds ticked off. Notch two again. And Kris was getting his instructions on the unseen auction.

"One of our patrons at home has just won our Minute Auction. He chose a ten second spanking. Another auction starts when I start spanking."

Kris was handed something strange to him. It was a riding crop. A stiff leather patch on one end of a very whippy stick. Sort of like a flyswatter, Kris thought as he knelt between Mike's legs. Richie was just about finished. Tim and Kris were now drinking every chance they got. Brian and Richie were sipping reluctantly, but they were getting threats in their earpieces, so they complied.

At the eighth mark, Kris flicked out and popped Mike's right butt cheek. Every second Kris got a tone, as the patron had 10 strokes for his money. The next spanking would cost a double bid, But it would be twenty strokes.

And another body part would be available for a double bid. As the spanking enthusiasts savored the second stroke, others plotted their next bid. Each bid in today's auctions was one credit. Always payable in a few grams of gold. So whether one buyer put up five credits or five put up a half, it made no difference. No credits were refunded. But the totals bid in the first auction for Mike's feet and nipples remained to count towards the next auction. So they would start well ahead of those bidding on Mike's ass or cock. As the seconds ticked off Mike wriggled and twisted, trying to keep from jerking his own neck with the leather belt as he tried to absorb the stinging spanking from Kris's crop.

Mike could feel the thrum of the tiny motor as it worked again. The spanking stopped. Nipple clamps fired into the lead, but a large bid on Mike's penis set off a frenzy that had another 28 seconds of bids to go.

Nine… a minute and a half. Back at the fourth notch already. Mike glanced up, something he tried to avoid, as Max's cock was right in front of his face. Close enough to be in camera shots, but not close enough to touch. Mike knew there was no way he was going to make 15 minutes. Ten was likely to be impossible. And extra punishments each minute! Ten… the fifth notch again. Six had been terrible, but Richie couldn't go, I'll go with Kris next… there's not a lot of piss in the tub, so drowning is not a problem. But if he couldn't go or didn't go… is that fair? Can't let him think about that.

Mike was just late as another notch passed as he called "You Can't Make Me – Kris" Kris was more than eager and he pissed right on Mike's head dropping the belt back to the third notch. Mike wasn't able to figure out the notches as he shut his eyes and mouth as Kris shot from the right side walking up toward the front. Mike held his breath, twelve, bidding closed, the belt was back to the fourth notch, Mike's arms and legs moved futilely. Kris pissed on, Mike kept his mouth closed as Kris dribbled to a halt as the relentless machine rolled again. Thirteen, Kris shook his head and gasped a breath, he could taste piss on his lips.

Kris moved back and announced the winner. "Lucky you Mike, you don't get beat on this one." But Kris reached down and slipped a noose over each of Mike's balls. Each one went to a big toe. Stretched tight at once, in two seconds the belt tightened, bidding started, the bar tightened pulling the bar tighter, pulling his feet closer, pain in his balls… and Mike was struggling against the sixth notch again.

Mike set a personal record as he lasted another ten seconds (the 7th notch) before calling "You Cc…cant' Make… Me Tim!" and luckily Tim didn't realize he could hold off as he happily drenched Mike's blond hair. But he was in a better position and he was pretty sure he had pissed right in Mike's mouth.

Mike had just made it. He had got his mouth closed, now he just had to hold his breath. Sixteen… seventeen… he's stopping. Mike knew that holding his breath for 30 seconds was easy, but he was being choked. Already the belt was too tight, and every time it tightens my balls hurt worse. Even when it loosened my toes pulled my balls. But he's done… eighteen… three minutes. Seventh notch and the bidding closed at the three minute mark. "Three Minute Auction is closed!" announced Kris.

"Ya… you… you can't make… m… me… Brian!" Mike panted to his older brother. Brian didn't hit him in the face. He aimed at Mike's dimpled ass. Brian had been instructed to wet his brother's butt so Kris and Max could work on Mike's nipples. Max pulled the boy's shoulders up so Kris could attach a nasty clamp on Mike's right nipple.

The belt only relaxed to the fifth notch, Max fitted a leather harness over Mike's head. Kris fastened a chain from the right nipple to a hook at Mike's forehead and then attacked Mike's left tit. The leather helmet buckled to the belt between Mike's shoulders and as Max buckled it in pulling back Mike's head and now both tits, the belt motor tightened again. Nineteen…

The bidding opened again. Quickly a large bet vaulted the feet way ahead, and all of the others would be doubled, so if Mike had been able to pay attention he'd know that his feet were in real danger.

Brian was barely done when the twentieth tightening gained the 7th hole again. Distracted by pain pulling everywhere it seemed Mike made it to 21. Three and a half minutes.

"You can't make me…" Mike croaked, not sure what would happen. Max stood up and added his piss to the boy's head and face. The belt only 'relaxed' to the fifth notch. Before Max finished it was right back to the 8th hole again.

Ten seconds short of four minutes Mike used his last YCMM plea.

All five boy pissed on him, and it fell back to seven. He got a bit extra respite as Kris announced four minutes. He had timed it just right, but ten seconds later he was as tight as ever.

As flexible as Mike was, getting to 8 again was a little 'easier.' but unfortunately the 25th started five hard swats across his right sole. The springy plastic rod of the crop on Mike's foot brought extraordinary pain. Five on the left followed. The belt tightened, and Mike gasped in relief even as it hit the ninth hole, because he could try to hold still as the beating of his feet stopped. Panting hard now at the four and a half minute mark. He just had to last another 30 seconds.

Thirty seconds to avoid complete disaster. Failure would be a beating, no rest and then holding out for five minutes more to get back to this point of misery again.

Kris was getting instructions again. Watching Mike try to relieve some pressure by pulling with his arms, Kris saw the hopeless predicament his friend was in, His arms were free to move, but any shift of position brought a wince of pain from somewhere else.

This week Kris had been out of the competition, so next week he'd be facing a test of his own, teamed up with Brian. Kris and Mike were trailing the field, and Mike would not be playing. So Mike couldn't get any worse than the -5 he had now. Kris did not want to be in last next week. Brian was a -2, and Kris a minus 5. If Brian scored worst for the week, that could give him a minus 7, but that could drag Kris down to -8. Kris needed to finish ahead of at least two others to keep from getting a triple punishment.

The belt had tightened… twice… now there was a large timer just off to Mike's left front. Glancing at it, he could see it start to count down the last ten seconds, nine, eight, … he knew he was going to make it. But right in front of him was Max pumping his cock. Now Mike was struggling with just how much of a cocksucker he was going to be.

As Mike reached the five minute mark the buckle settled into the 13th notch, each a centimeter apart, only a bit over five inches [13 cm] but Mike had know way of knowing that or how much he could actually bend. His chances of holding out for another ten minutes was an impossibility, he knew that all the games would be impossible to win. His only hope would be to avoid Surrender. If he passed out he would be defeated, but would be only half as bad. He'd have to suck Max off every day until the next contest. Five days of cocksucking.

And the contests were just starting.

As the timer went to zero another auction closed. Each one was getting more frantic as no one was sure if Mike could make it through another, so they wanted to come out on top.

"Mike is a lucky boy! The spankers have won this one. That cute little but can take a lot of punishment though… so no twenty strokes." Kris was in heaven, each tone in his ear he gave a double flick to one of Mike's ass cheeks. Burnt by the sun all day, they were super sensitive, and twitched and clenched, jiggled and tautened, Mike's backside was driving the boy now. Mike didn't even notice another notching halfway through. And just after Kris's riding crop stopped, as he was fighting to restrain his movements again another notch.

"At the end of the next contest we are going to start a new adventure for the boy who is in last place. He will get to make his own video. Two hours in length… in several episodes for subscribers… with special live vidcasts for special purchase… "

As he listened to Kris, his head and eyes drooped, as Mike wished to pass out before the next minute's assault started.

Mike awakened to find Max a lot closer. And Max's cock looked a lot bigger. Mike's bonds had not been released, the belt had relaxed a few notches and Max's thighs were now supporting a bit of Mike's chest. His earbud gave him instructions… Mike knew he had no choices. Tied as he was there was not much he could do anyway. He tried to tell himself that Max would be the one actually Doing Anything…

But of course the first thing Mike had to do was stick his tongue out and licked Max's dick. Slowly it edged out between his lips and Mike got his first taste of Max's sweaty cock. Mike jerked his tongue back in his mouth. But a moment later he opened his mouth, and then a bit wider. And edged his tongue out again.

Max was getting his own instructions and dropped the head of his cock on the waiting tongue while Mike's upper lip closed down for a soft kiss.

Mike's tongue retreated and Max's cock followed into the boy's virgin mouth.

His four buddies watched as Max's cock slid in and out slowly, and so did a few thousand patrons. Deeper with each thrust, Mike was helpless to resist and even as he started to gag, Max shot down his throat.

Next morning Mike was naked on his knees with his arms cuffed behind his back, And Max's cock had just cum for the second of Mike's 5 part cocksucking video. Each morning the boys were gathered together for their daily lesson. Max would be teaching them this week. They were to practice their knots all morning.

As Max stood up he reminded the boys that every three contests another loser would get his own chance to make a special DVD. He pointed out the scoreboard.

Brian -2

Richie -2

Tim -2

Kris -5

Mike -5

"Who would like to earn some extra credit?"

Tim raised his hand, almost a reflex, not being one of the smarter kids Tim was always trying to get on the good side of his teachers. He only beat Kris by a fraction of a second. Kris cursed himself for not being first. Well, maybe their would be another chance, and he didn't know what Extra Credit would be like either. Better to let Tim find out.

"Tim was sent into the next room to get into costume. And what we are going to teach you today is how to keep a captive under control. Without ruining the clothes we are going to strip a bound subject, and never giving a chance for escape. Now this lesson will be filmed for broadcast, just a short one. And Tim will get an extra point."

Tim's score changed to -1 and the scores resorted so Tim was now on top. "Everyone be quiet, watch carefully as you will be tested on this later."

Max left the room and a bunch of lights came on. Brightly illuminating an old brass bed frame.

Both the head and foot of the bad were made of thick rods, that rose up higher than normal, with thick crossbars at the top and bottom. Just looking at the gleaming antique the kids could see there would be millions of ways to tie someone up on it. Just a stiff vinyl pad instead of a mattress.

Max cane back in carrying a girl over his shoulder. Hooded with hands bound behind her back, and her ankles tied together, Max set the squirming girl down on the bed, feet on the floor facing the boys and the main camera. Wearing a green mini-skirt, pale green sleeveless top showing off her midriff and a bit of white bra strap sliding down the shoulder. There was just a flash of yellow showing between her knees. With no narration this was obviously a girl snatched off the streets.

As Max removed the hood the other boys could see this was Tim. Not that this was a big surprise, and the young teen did make a very pretty girl. With his long blond hair parted in the center and pulled into a bunch behind his head and back in girl's clothes, Tim's mouth and his hair was wrapped with a wide strip of duct tape. Flashes of still cameras went off as Max stepped back.

Max paused long enough to let the camera drink in the scene. Then he picked Tim up under the thighs and turned him onto the bed knees raised with his feet aimed at the foot of the bed. The mini-skirt left his legs pretty well fully exposed.

A camera behind the headboard got shots of his hands working against the ropes on his wrists. Once it showed the bound wrists and the tape gag it pulled back, now shooting an angle showing Tim from slightly behind, allowing the audience to see his back, legs and the side of his face and Max approaching from behind him.

Max had another long cord and he reached over the top of the headboard, he slipped a noose around Tim's neck and quickly tied it to the top bar of the headboard. Angling upwards to the high bar, this thong definitely would keep Tim immobile, forcing him to sit upright.

On the big flat screen off to the side the other boys could see now as the shot changed to a camera at the near front corner of the bed. Showing a blond girl with her hands tied behind her, her ankles tied she sat with her knees slightly bent up allowing the camera a good shot of exposed thigh. The cord around Tim's neck and his bound hands pulled his shoulders back. It was apparent that he was wearing a padded bra, and his slim waist did nothing to spoil the illusion.

Max quickly scoots down to the foot of the bed and pulls Tim's legs straight out. Tim can only watch helplessly as taking another thong, Max ties Tim's two big toes together and then to an upright brass rod on the foot of the bed.

In less than 2 minutes Tim has been fastened to the bed in such a way that he has no hope of freeing himself from any of the four knots that secure him, Even if Max were to leave. Tim tries to change position on the bed, but soon finds that he is in danger of losing his balance.

After a couple of minutes of various camera angles, Max presses on. Looping another doubled thong behind Tim's upper arms, through the its own loop and then pulling Tim's elbows tightly together, and in another 10 seconds the free end is tied to the top of the headboard above Tim's head.

Again more than a couple of minutes pass with the monitor showing Tim struggling against this latest tie, but Max gets some direction off camera and soon undoes that thong.

Max now sits on the far side of the bed. As the main camera shooting from the side zooms in Max runs his right hand from Tim's waist, up over the shirt, lingering at the small breast bump, and on up to the neck, all the while making inane dialogue about how hot this girl is. Caressing Tim's face and hair for a few long shots.

The camera switches again to the right front above, and Max unzips the right side of the mini skirt, revealing the first flash of yellow. As he slides the skirt down Tim's slender thighs the yellow becomes pale yellow bikini briefs that reveals a smooth white hip because of its high cut.

Max tugs the skirt all the way down to the bound ankles. And then hooks his fingers under the sides of the bikini briefs as the camera zooms in. From the side the shot preserved the illusion of a bound girl as it framed her from knees to bound wrists and only from the ribcage down, showing Tim's trim belly quaking slightly as Max quickly strips the yellow wisp down and out of the shot.

Tim's tan line against the pale white of his ass cheeks make the teen seem even more vulnerable. Max waists no time and grabs the lower edge of the sleeveless shirt. The camera pans upward as Max lifts it up, up revealing a lacy white bra.

Shifting to a view from the foot of the bed, a waist up view follows as Max again fondles Tim's breasts. Unknown to the other boys the well financed group could not only cure the boys' minor injuries, but had access to advance cosmetic surgery. Using a bit of the new nano-botox and next generation gel injections in the scant minutes Tim had been out of their sight had given him the proud new tits of a tween-aged girl while 'getting into costume,' Tim's unseen patron had coughed up major money for his temporary girly boy fantasy.

Slipping one strap down a shoulder Max's fingers worked down into the bra, sliding it down and revealing Tim's tiny budding tit. Popping it free, Max slid the bra cup beneath it and then freed the other, pausing to massage the pink swollen nipple for the camera. The lacy bra is pushing up the tits as Max continued, quickly raising the shirt over Tim's head, getting it out of the way, behind his neck trapped between his shoulders and bound arms.

Again Max exited the shot and the series of shots from the three cameras lingered showing the bound fantasy girl struggling, near nude with her clothes in bunches on her arms and ankles. And Tim's breasts exposed above the tight little bra.

Max comes back behind the bed with more of the dark brown thongs. Again the camera takes in the side view as he lashes it over the Tim's thighs just above the knee. With that done he unties the rawhide strip from the top of the bed, and shifts the knot around her neck until the free end is now in front.

Threading the end under the lashing at the knees and pulling brings Tim's head forward, bent low and Max separates the ends and ties them behind the boy's head. Now Max unties his wrists and unsnaps the bra.

Working the boy's freed arms he soon has the bra discarded and the shirt now dangles from the front of the neck thong and Max crosses and re-lashes Tim's hands behind him.

Tim is humiliated as he knows that thousands, maybe millions of perverts are staring at his breasts! He can see the look on Brian and Richie's face and Kris is practically drooling.

Only about 15 minutes ago Max had stuck a needle in under his left nipple and injected some junk. It had only made a tiny bump under his chest, and continued swelling even before Max stabbed his right.

Now as Max takes his bound wrists and fastens the thong to the top of the bed board, Tim's arms are pulled up and back, He can no longer scrunch down and hide his new titties from the whole world. Just enough room now to show off the pert little breasts of a small twelve year old.

And now he is left alone again, and where before there was a tingling sensation just behind the nipples, now it is growing hot.

Max comes back and unties Tim's toes and ankles, but leaving his knees tied, drawing off the skirt and panties. Undoing the noose around Tim's neck, Max discards the bra and top trapped on the thong. He then pulls it back around, so Tim is again sitting almost upright.

As Max again ties Tim's ankles together and then pulls them out to the foot of the bed, he notices that Tim is now just glistening with sweat.

"Don't worry Tim, you're not getting sick, well not real sick. It is just the reaction to those breasts we gave you. Right now they are literally starting to melt away. You will have a pretty high fever, and will probably sweat off a few pounds of water but in an hour or so they'll be gone."

Seated in front of the three cameras Tim could do nothing but struggle to get free and wait it out.

"Remember what you saw today. Keep your victim immobile and helpless. We'll expect you to do the same thing for the rest of the day. Tim will probably miss lunch in the infirmary, so you will pair up to practice. Brian you're with Kris. Richie you practice with Mike, and then show Tim what he couldn't see. You've got another competition starting in two days."

Note from Another Grimm – to all of you readers out there – from now on you get to interact. You are The Patrons. And like the patron's in the story you get make some suggestions for our contestants. Unlike the patrons you don't have to fork over any money to do it. Just send them per the instructions.

"Simple rules for this game. Each team will have a victim and a lasher. You will get rated as a team, one team wins, and one loses. The winning team members will get 1 point for the Victim and 0 for the Lasher, the losing team will get -3 for the Victim and -5 for the Lasher. This week the Victim for each team will be the one with the lowest total. First team up will be Brian and Kris. Kris has -5 so he will be the Victim. Brian will do all the lashing and be in charge of stripping the Victim. The Victim must struggle and the Lasher's job will be to see he is not able to get free. The second team is Richie and Tim. Both had minus two points, but Tim got extra credit, so he will be in charge of stripping his Victim." Mike quickly rushed through his intro to the next game. He had just been brought out to introduce the next game. His hands were tied behind his back. He was wearing only a pink Speedo and the headset microphone around his ear.

"If Brian's team wins Tim will be in last, if his team loses Kris will be at -8 and Brian at -7. So a lot of pressure here. And the winning team gets a special bonus from the losers…" partially distracted as Max wearing a neon green entered and moved behind Mike, casually draping his arms over Mike's shoulders.

"Kris is the low man on the totem pole, so we're going to let him make the first choice," as Mike paused Max started fondling Mike's chest with one hand and slid the other down the pink Speedo.

Knowing that he had to finish on time Mike continued, "Kris do you want Wood or Metal?" Kris was busy watching as Max pulled Mike's cock out… "Uh, what?"

Mike had been well prepped, and replied "Too bad, you lost your turn. Tim… you get a chance to either keep Richie as your Victim or do you want to take Kris?"

Tim wasn't sure what was going on either, but blurted "Kris."

Max pulled his hands free, and the audience could see him slipping out of his Speedo, even as he kept himself hidden behind Mike.

"Richie, do you want wood or metal?" "Wo- wood."

As Max now pushed Mike's Speedo down the MC's hips, Mike kept up his patter… "which means that the Lashers will also have to make sure that the Victim stays hard at all times. We'll be right back… with the start… " Mike was getting a bit excited and nervous… Max had him just on the edge… and then Max stopped and pushed Mike to his knees. The whole audience would see the first 10 seconds of Mike's last blow-job on Max. Then a commercial would run for the special DVD of the first week of cocksucking featuring Mike.

As soon as the director yelled cut, Max tossed Mike over his shoulder and took him off camera. They would finish the DVD later.

All the boys were dressed in identical outfits. They all wore tank tops made of a nylon mesh over pre-teen girls bikini top. All boys sported dark tans and their hair was also much lighter. Brian's was almost a platinum blonde this week. They had white knee socks and short white tennis skirts. They all wore tight pastel Speedos under their shorts.

As Brian pushed open the door he was dazzled by the bright lights that indicated that again the cameras were recording. He was not sure where they were as he could not see them. Brian figured there had to be at least 3 cameras, but he would have been astounded to know there were actually a dozen. But as he tried to shield his eyes he almost dropped Richie.

Bound hand and foot, gagged and hooded, Richie was draped over Brian's shoulder, his skirt rucked up to show his pink 'panties' a small Speedo cut very high at the hips, putting a generous amount of pale skin showing above his tanned thighs. His head was down Brian's back, with his hands bouncing against the back of Brian's legs.

As Brian scanned the room the only thing in it was a high backed wooden chair. Remembering the instructions, Brian knew that he was to secure Richie to the chair, and at no time after that could his victim be able to escape, two to three ropes should be keeping him restricted at all times. At no time should his legs be able to run away. All of Richie's clothing had to be taken off without cutting or ripping it. And whenever a piece came off Richie, Brian had to take off an article of clothing as well.

Points were scored for each new restraint used. Changes of position were rewarded. And more points were awarded for originality, and "the tighter the better." And after every new knot, Brian had to pause and let Richie try to escape. After 15 seconds to a couple of minutes, Brian could add another knot or take off some clothing. While Richie tried to escape, Brian would be able to get another rope. A signal would beep when he was to proceed. The longer the delay, meant that he had scored well. At the end of 30 minutes he would be scored.

How could he put Richie into an interesting position in a chair. Not sitting… Brian had an idea, he would bend him over the back… no, he's wait until he had all of Richie's clothes off for that… Brian stood on the left side and set Richie's back across the seat with his head hanging over the right side.

Richie was disoriented under the hood, dizzy from the blood flowing to his head while over Brian's shoulder, Trying to figure out what he was laying his back on Richie felt his arms being pulled over his head and then yanked down. Pulling back Richie's efforts were foiled as Brian had already wrapped the loose end around the rung between the legs and was able to pull it tighter with each passing second. Once Richie was stretched tight Brian now could hold him with one hand while his other tied the rope off to one of the legs.

Fumbling with the hood, Brian worked it off and got the pause signal. Richie was finally able to see what kind of predicament he was in. With his back on the chair and his hands tied down to a low rung he was unsure of what his next move should be. Even freed from the hood he could not see his hands or where they were tied.

Brian tried to count the seconds as he got another rope that had slid in through the door, He knew he should tie Richie's feet down, so he couldn't try any wild kicks. He wasn't sure if Richie would try and kick him, but better to be safe than sorry. As he waited Brian was sure he was forgetting something. After about thirty seconds… or was he counting too fast… the signal came to get back to work.

Richie's legs were tied together at the ankles already, so Brian fastened the new rope to it and then looped the free end around the left rung. Once again Richie was unprepared to resist as his knees folded below him and his feet were drawn back toward the chair. As he tied it off Brian did not get a pause chirp in his ear. Brian guessed it was time to get Richie naked.

Knowing he could do only a piece at a time Brian unzipped the side of the tennis skirt and slowly worked it down Richie's thighs. As Richie's pink Speedo came into view Brian realized what he forgot. Wood. The pun was the trick he had forgot. He had to keep Richie hard. The little covering of the Speedo did not hide much, and the outline of Richie's cock was clearly visible. As he got the skirt down to Richie's ankles, Brian got a chirp to pause.

Well, actually two chirps, the signal to take off a piece of his own clothing. Brian was ready for that, he took off one of his knee socks. Of course, bending over he gave several cameras a good peek at his own ass peeking out from the green Speedo as his dress lifted up. Again, he got another rope, but the go signal was quick. Brian was sure what the problem was, and he quickly started stroking Richie through the silky fabric. Luckily it didn't take much for Richie to sport a stiffy. Trapped in the fabric Brian pointed it straight toward the boy's exposed belly button.

Brian debated what item to remove next. He could easily remove the Speedo, but then he'd be touching Richie's cock without any cloth. Since the shirt didn't cover much anyway and was already riding up due to Richie's arched back, Brian made the easy choice and slid a hand on each side and pushed it up onto his ribs, tickling Richie's sides as he moved it up. When he got both sides up to the boy's armpits, Brian worked it over Richie's blond curls, sliding the garment slowly as instructed to draw out the action until it reached Richie's elbows and gravity took it. Brian got two chirps and pulled off his other sock, now he really had to plan his next move. He knew he'd take off his own top, but what do I take off Richie, and what do I do with the new rope?

Taking inventory, Richie still had pink panties, a bra and two socks. It wouldn't help to tie anything to his legs, and the same for his arms. Quickly Brian made a bite in his rope as he decided to tie a bowline around Richie's neck. It was a knot that wouldn't slip, so he couldn't choke Richie, but the knot tightened itself instead, so it would make a good collar, and then he could work on the bra. Once again Brian fastened the loose end to the rung well below Richie's head.

The pink bra was just two triangles trimmed in white. The white string ran under Richie's back, but with his back arched Brian had no trouble pulling the knot free.

Brian tried to act disappointed when Richie's boyish chest came into view. Two pale triangles surrounded his small pink nipples. Just before he got his chirps, Brian remembered and got a couple of strokes on Richie's cock.

Dang, I forgot to do that again, Brian thought angrily. I've got to make him harder first thing. Then I can work on getting ready to get some of those clothes all the way off. And Brian took off his own mesh top, feeling silly as his own pale green bra stood out against his bronzed skin.

Again the chirp came too soon, Brian had his rope but no plan so he worked on Richie's cock. In no time it was straining the fabric as it started to rise from Richie's flat belly. Then Brian peeled a sock as far as it would go and tied the rope just above the wadded sock around the right ankle.

As he left the end loose, Brian stroked Richie again, and then grabbing both sides started the Speedo on its slow descent to Richie's ankles. There was nothing slow about the way Richie's cock popped to attention. His penis was hard and straight as a pencil, sticking straight up in the air away from his gleaming white pelvis. Richie did his job for the audience, struggling futilely, twisting his torso, putting on a show for his fans, but not getting a bit of slack in his bonds.

Getting a bit longer pause, Brian slipped out of his own bra and plotted how he was going to get Richie's clothes off over the ankle rope. Brian had no sense of how much of the thirty minutes was left.

Again not noticing that Richie's small erection was wilting, Brian had a lot of things to do. He revealed Richie's left calf as he rolled the sock down, tied the left ankle with its own rope, hurried and tied the right ankle rope to a chair leg, undid the rope keeping the ankles together and pulled the Speedo over Richie's toes until it joined the skirt by the chair leg. Grabbing the toe he pulled off Richie's left sock. Richie was free to move his left leg, as it only had coils around the ankle, a lot of good it did him, but gave the patrons something new to enjoy as new muscles created new curves.

Five pieces down, Brian tried not to think of his butt cheeks hanging out of the ridiculously small Speedo now that his skirt was gone. Thinking of the endgame to finish making Richie nude, he noticed the boy's penis sag back to his stomach. Chirp.

Gingerly grabbing the penis of his younger brother's friend, Brian was startled by how quickly Richie responded. Two pumps and it was again straight out from the boy's tightly stretched belly. Richie's lower body was slanted to the floor even as his back was pulled back arching over the bottom of the chair. Caught up in the moment Brian almost overdid it. He felt a faint tremble, and quickly let go.

Moving back to the boy's feet, Brian rejoined Richie's ankles together, fastened the left ankle rope to the chair loosely, freed the right one to allow sock, skirt and Speedo to join the pile on the floor.

This time the chirp caused a long pause. Brian got another rope ready. Then he noticed Richie was nude and he wasn't… quickly he skinned off his own Speedo. Brian had bungled it again. As soon as it hit the ground the go chirp came. Brian needed something spectacular to make a comeback. He remembered something he saw in a porno. He wasn't quite sure if it would work on Richie.

For the first time Richie could see what was going on. But it didn't seem to make much sense. Brian was making him a belt?

Brian doubled the rope, put the resulting loop just under Richie's navel and then passed the loose ends under the boy's back, and then completed the 'belt' by passing them into the loop, pulling it tight, then making a simple knot that still left plenty of loose rope. With the hard part done where he could see it, Brian then spun the belt around so the knot was in the center of Richie's back. Brian then took a few seconds to work on Richie's cock again. It seemed easier to touch it this time.

Richie had never heard of a crotch rope. Brian hadn't heard the name either, but he had seen one, and now Richie was going to find out how it felt.

Brian hesitated a couple of seconds, hoping for a sound in his earpiece, then squatted down and reached between Richie's legs to grope for the loose ends. As Brian's wrist touched his captive's butt, Richie jerked away in the only direction he could move – up. Giving Brian the room he needed to find the rope and jerk it down into the cleft of Richie's ass, and then back up again over his belly, one strand on either side of Richie's balls. Under the belt and then over and back down, doubling again through the cleft and to the belt in back. Now Richie had four ropes to worry his privates. One ball was trapped under a strand, and as Brian jerked them all tight the 4 ropes gave Richie the worst wedgie of his life. It would only get worse.

Backstage Tim and Kris were not able to see the action. They could see the score though, watching the scoreboard that the audience could see in the corner of their screens. To make it easy on the patrons the score was a percentage that kept changing. Brian's team was not scoring well and Kris was worried as the score hovered between 25 to 30%. They could also see the time. Just under half through. Neither boy were math whizzes, if it were Brian he would have known that it was going to be impossible for his team to score more than 70%. Getting above 50% was going to be tough. But Kris could tell that his team was in bad shape. Which meant that Kris was in a world of hurt.

Completing the knot in back was a pain for Brian to do, and it ate up precious seconds, Brian distracted his victim by pumping the tween's cock and then making the tie. The pause signal came as soon as the knot was tied.

Now there was a large pile of ropes to choose from, and Brian was both pleased and worried at the same time as the pause continued, his best by far. But how much time was left? He'd better clear the top and bra in the next turn.

Checking the collar rope to see that it was still secure Brian then made new coils of rope with some slack ends on both wrists. These he tied loosely to the nearest chair leg and then untied the rope lashing the wrists together. Richie had some movement now and Brian had a struggle to remove the top and bra. Richie could see what Brian was doing and was able to fight back a bit.

By keeping hold of the rope in one hand and using the other to tug and pull on Richie's arm or the garment Brian cleared the left arm. Then instead of tying it back to the chair, Brian tied the wrist onto the side of the crotch rope, Richie's struggles almost immediately caused the rope to bite him in the balls.

Brian gave the trapped cock another pump and then slipped one of the ropes over the second ball. Richie fought to keep still and Brian quickly extricated the remaining clothes from the ropes and tied Richie's second wrist to the crotch rope.

In the next pause a wall panel pulled back revealing the clock. Brian saw that he had 10:11 left. Maybe he wasn't in such bad shape after all. Now he had to make it Tighter and maybe could even get another position. If he got the next couple right…

Brian went right to work lashing both above and below Richie's knees, thinking "now he won't be able to 'run' if I use the collar to lead him to a new position." Knees secured, Brian decided just to create more tension. First he undid the right ankle for a moment, just long enough to move the cord back to the back leg of the chair, pulling Richie's foot and calf back off the floor.

For quite a while Richie had been able to move his left leg a bit as it had only been loosely tied. It remained free for a little longer as again Brian worked on the blond youngster's cock. Richie thought he might come, but again the more experienced teen knew the signs and slid his hands down Richie's thigh all the way back to his calf and then down to the ankle.

Stretching and pulling Brian moved it back to the left rear. Richie's chest heaved as he strained to catch his breath. Bent back wards over the chair, cock throbbing, knees barely touching the floor and already there were cramps twitching all over his legs Richie was certainly not resting as Brian again paused and watched the clock for almost two minutes as it moved to under six minutes.

On the Go signal Brian hustled, freeing both ankles, and the ever-so-carefully releasing the collar rope and wrapping it around his own palm to make sure it didn't slip away he pulled Richie to his feet and then led him behind the chair. Brian tied the collar rope to the top rung of the chair back. Richie was forced to bend over. Brian again stroked Richie's cock and then he saw something he had missed. Eyebolts. Right in the floor. And then saw some in the walls and on the ceiling. In frustration he spanked Richie across the ass.

Richie's jerking reaction caused him more pain than the slap. It had caught him off guard, and his ball had paid for it. He could now see the clock also. Brian was again paused. Richie tried to find some slack, but the teen had done a fine job on the knots themselves.

As the clock reached 4:20 Brian returned.

Brian made another bite loop this time trapping both of Richie's elbows. Brian knew the slender boy was very flexible, and was able to get them to meet with only a single strong pull. There was more slack in Richie's arms than in that crotch rope attached to his wrists. Lashing them together Brian was able to make Richie react every time he tightened the ropes.

Richie knew that Tim was better with knots than Brian, so that gave him some hope as Brian paused and Richie barely struggled.

With less than two minutes left Brian knew that there was no way that Richie would get free again as Brian released his knees and then stretched Richie's lean legs wide apart using the eyebolts. A couple of playful spanks got some reflex reactions from Richie. Brian couldn't remember if spanking was allowed or not… and again he let Richie's erection wilt.

As the clock ticked down Mike was getting prompted on his MC job for the intermission. As soon as Brian had started making mistakes Mike's script was written. He had just a few facts to learn, and even had some bullet points that would also project on screen so the patrons would know even if he screwed it up.

"Going to be crunch time for our contestants. It is going to come down to our final match… no one is safe… except me… for this week anyway. One thing we know is that either Tim or Brian will be making a two hour DVD with plenty of fun adventures for our big loser. And both of their partners will be at risk as a member of the losing team. As a special bonus the winning team is going to get a blow job from the losing team. And of course the losers also get a patron's punishment of their very own as well. So everybody gets to look forward to something."

"I see Tim has chosen to tie Kris's hands behind his back. And remember that Kris chose metal for his turn, so let's see what awaits him…"

Coming Soon – Fab 5 tackles the challenges of the old tv game show Nick: Guts!