by Barefoot Guy

Part 2

Dinnertime, Monday.

Sam was learning what one of his new duties as Jonah’s little was. It was standing beside the chair of his Big, as Jonah kept referring to himself, while the Big ate dinner. Sam, as the little, would eat after Jonah was done. Normally, as it was explained to Sam, he would be free to stand on his own. That way Sam could fetch Jonah seconds, refill his beverage and serve him dessert, basically be his waiter and butler. But since it was the first evening of training Sam was just learning how to stand, be silent and wait his turn to eat. Sam found his hands bound with rope in front of him and his right ankle chained to the leg of Jonah’s chair. Sam was standing on Jonah’s left side.

Sam wasn’t presently gagged as he’d spent several hours of the afternoon gagged for speaking out of turn. He had been warned not to speak, and as he didn’t want the gag put back in while his jaws still ached from the hours spend sucking the ball this afternoon, he obeyed.

Jonah finished his dinner and put away the dishes as Sam patiently waited in his bondage in the dining room. His legs and bare feet hurt from standing so long, the hardwood flooring underneath wasn’t helping his comfort level.

Jonah returned after about 20 minutes with a steaming bowl in one hand and four lengths of coiled ropes in the other. Sam sighed he knew that this wasn’t going to be a good thing.

Jonah released Sam’s ankle from the shackle, “Hop up on the table, Sammy.”

“What?”

“Get your butt on the table and lay down on your back.”

“Why?”

“You're forgetting rule number four. That’s the one about obeying me. Now one last chance, if you want dinner…” Jonah pointed to the tabletop once again.

Having been forced to skip lunch and never offered the promised snack before dinner, Sam was indeed hungry and did as he was told.

“Good boy.” Jonah then pulled Sam’s ankles to the corners of the large wooden dining table and secured them in place. Then he undid Sam’s wrists, pulled them over his head and secured them to the opposite end of the table from his ankles. Sam was spread eagle on the table. Jonah retrieved the bowl from the sideboard where he’d placed it early and sat down next to Sam’s head.

“I’m going to feed you dinner now, Sam.”
“Jonah, this is ridiculous. Why can’t I just eat it myself?”

“Because I said so. Again you're forgetting about rule four. That will be the last time I let that one slide. Now open up.”

Jonah began spooning the bound Sam his dinner. A bowl of white rice and cubed tofu that had been fried and mixed with the rice. It took about 20 minutes for Jonah to finish feeding Sam, he was in no rush after all.

Jonah cleaned up Sam, released him from the table, rechaining his ankles and handcuffing him once again. After Sam had wiped the table of the spilled rice grains, Jonah collared him and attached the chain leash. Then the two boys went for a walk.

To Sam’s surprise he discovered that a pathway led around the lake and that is where Jonah was leading him. Thankfully the path was mostly dirt but every so often a rock or twig caught Sam’s bare sole forcing Sam to give a little “ouch” every now and then.

“So, Sammy, what’s your impression so far?” Jonah asked.

“Impression? Of what?”

“Of the past several days, silly.”

“Oh. Well… that. I don’t think you're totally psycho any more, but I still have doubts about your overall sanity.”

Jonah laughed a bit. “You thought I was gunna hurt your or something didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah I kinda did. Especially that first night. I was pretty scared.”
“I can understand that. But know one thing, Sammy, I'm not going to hurt you or allow you to be hurt, ever. First off that’s not my style. Second it’s against the rules of the club.”

“So what’s the deal with me being tied up all the time? And not being allowed to wear clothes and that rule about always being barefoot?”

“I like to tie people up. It’s called bondage by the way. And it’s part of your training, but you don’t need to know the details of that. And you look really good in bondage. About the clothes. You’re too modest, you need to loosen up and gain some confidence. Once you get used to being nearly nude you’ll be more confident about yourself. Let’s face it you can’t be too uptight if you're 99 percent naked can you? About the barefoot thing. That’s a reminder to you of your station, about you being a little. It’s a sign of submissiveness. And besides I think it’s cute.

“Submissiveness? What’s that?”

“Oh, that’s a fancy word we use in the trade, so to speak, for someone in your position. You’re submissive to my will. You do as I say. You submit yourself. Get it?”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Come on admit it,” Jonah bumped Sam’ shoulder with his own, “it’s not been so terrible, has it?”

Sam thought in silence for a moment, “No, I guess not. I have to admit this cabin and the lake are amazing.”

“I knew you’d love it…here.”

It was another 45 minutes around the lake before the pair returned to the patio. Sam was tied ankles and wrists to an iron patio chair while Jonah lit up the patio fireplace. “It’s July I know, but the nights can get chilly up here. Plus it means we can roast these!” Jonah held up a bag or marshmallows. Sam actually had to giggle at Jonah’s actions and the seemingly silliness of the situation. A normal night at the lake with the exception of him being bound tightly to a piece of patio furniture.

“Plus I’ve got graham crackers and chocolate bars, Sammy.” Jonah teased.

“S’mores?”

“Bingo!” Jonah release Sam’s hands from the arms of the chair but handcuffed them again. This would give just enough freedom or make his own s’mores.

For the better part of the next couple hours the two chatted away about a variety of subjects. Sam got pretty good at working with his bound hands and to Jonah’s eyes seemed to totally forget he was just about stripped to nothing and in bondage. Jonah was pleased at his progress with Sam. Getting Sam to admit that this wasn’t all too bad had been a major victory. Sam was progressing nicely.

Just before heading up to bed, Jonah turned Sam so the boys were facing each other. Jonah was a head taller than Sam but the two looked each other in the eyes. Sam remained silent. “Sammy, little brother, you’ve made me very happy and very proud of you.”

Sam wasn’t used to this kind of praise. He actually, genuinely smiled, “Thanks.”

Jonah pulled Sam into his arms and hugged the smaller, blonde, bound boy.

© 2007 by Barefoot Guy

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