by Barefoot Guy

Part 2

Sam lay hogtied and struggling on the floor, left there by Jonah. He couldn’t see anything, as the bandana blindfold was tight and effective. His wrists hurt from the handcuffs biting into his skin and he was sweating through his biking outfit from all the energy he was expending in vain.

For his part Jonah was happy to leave the boy to wear himself out both in body and voice. After all “work smarter, not harder” was his motto. If the bound Sam was going to tire himself out, his job became oh so much easier. After all he had all weekend with Sam; “I can wait you out,” he thought to himself.

After sometime Sam did stop screaming for Jonah to release him and his struggles died down.
“Jonah, come on let me out. I won’t tell on you, promise. Just let me go, please. My hands hurt, come on, man…” He didn’t shout anymore, but did speak loudly as he had no clue where Jonah was.

Jonah could hear the pleas, but totally ignored them. He went into the TV room, plopped down on the leather couch switched on the plasma and picked up the phone. “Yeah I’d like one large pepperoni, bread sticks and two cokes.” He paused for a moment, “Great see you then.” And hung up the phone.

He went back to his captive “little brother”. “Sammy, I see you’ve quieted down some now. Good boy. I’ve ordered a pizza from Pizza Barn and its gunna be here in like 30. I can’t risk you screaming when the pizza dude gets here so open your mouth.”

“Why, what are you gunna do now?” Sammy asked, some anger still in his voice.

“I’m gunna gag you so you can’t be heard. I’d thought that was obvious. Maybe you're not a smart as I thought.”

“Jonah, please don’t, I won’t scream. Look, just untie me and I’ll forget this happened.”

“Ahh, no. Now open up, don’t make me make you.”

Sam clamped his mouth tight and turned his face toward the floor. Jonah sat on Sam’s back so both boys where facing the same way. He grabbed Sam’s long blonde hair and yanked his head back. With his other hand he held the small light-blue rubber ball he picked up at the local pet store. “Open.” Sam shook his head ‘no’ as best he could and kept his lips locked shut. Jonah pulled Sam’s hair tighter. Sam still didn’t yield. Jonah pulled tighter still and kept increasing the pressure. As the pain grew Sam finally broke down and let out a little yelp. Not enough for Jonah to take advantage so he kept at his hair pulling. Sam yelped louder and longer, just enough for Jonah to be able to get the ball between the boy’s lips and start pushing it between his teeth. With much work and after getting lots of Sam’s saliva on his hand for his trouble, he got the ball wedged behind the boy’s teeth and quickly tied a scarf tight securing the ball inside. He released Sam's head.

“Sammy, you have to learn that if you're just cooperative, things will be much easier for you. I don’t want to hurt you. Think about it.”

Sam grunted out a “huummk muu” as best he could as Jonah when to wait for the pizza delivery.

“Such language! I see I’ll have to teach you some manners little brother, but that can wait till later on.”

Sam slumped and knew he was defeated. There was little he could do to overpower the larger Jonah. The kid was on the school’s soccer team after all. Having the ball stuffed in his mouth was proof that Jonah could do just about anything he wanted. Sam knew it. But he wasn’t going to give up so easily. Sam was smart, he knew he was smarter then Jonah. He’d figure a way out and even if he didn’t, come Monday he could just tell his mom and she’d put an end to this.

Sam lay still and started thinking of a plan to get himself free from the brute that now held him captive.

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Sam could smell the pizza for sometime now and was beginning to wonder when or if he was going to get some. He’d only had the one Power Bar this afternoon and was starving.

“Time to eat dinner, little bro,” Jonah finally came back. “Here’s what’s gunna happen. First I’m goin’ to release your legs then untie your feet, lift you up and take you the dining room. Nod if you understand.” Sam nodded his understanding.

Once the bound boy was standing Jonah had another idea. “Why don’t we remove those sneakers of yours, don’t want you getting any ideas of kicking your older brother, do we?” And Jonah used his sneaker’s innersole to step on the back of Sam’s shoes and forced them off.
“Phew, you got some stinkers there, Sammy. Guess that’s what bike riding all day will do, huh?”

Jonah placed Sam in a dining room chair, pulled Sam’s left foot up off the floor along side the chair and secured it so that his toes no longer touched the floor and repeated the same with the other foot.

“Sammy. I am going to remove the gag so you can eat, if you say anything I’ll re-gag you and no dinner for you.” Sam nodded, he was hungry so he’d let Jonah win this round. Jonah removed the ball from behind Sam’s teeth and placed the wet plastic ball in Sam’s bound hands to hold.
“That’s a bit gross, but you hold on to it. If it falls on the floor whatever gets stuck to it will be back in your mouth, I’m not washing it first.”

“Sorry but the pizza is a little cold. But I don’t think you’ll mind.” Jonah picked up a slice and held it to Sam’s lips. Sam opened, Jonah inserted some of the slice and Sam chomped down. Jonah had only three slices and two breadsticks left - so that’s all Sam got intermixed with half a can of Coke.
“Okay Sammy, let’s talk.”

“Please don’t call me Sammy, my name is Sam, I keep telling you that.” He insisted.

“Your name is what I say it is. This is what I am talking about. You have to accept what I say, that’s the new rule. The only rule you have to remember. You have to remember and follow only one rule. What I say is law. Isn't that simple?”

“Why? I don’t get it. What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you obeying me. Basically you do what I say.”

“What like I’m your slave or something?”
“Maybe not that strict, but basically yes. See you do understand! I knew you where a smart boy.”

“I’m not property. People aren’t property. I’m not even your brother. You can’t just order me around.”

“I’ll answer in order. Yes you are. Some people are. You soon will be. And yes I can. In case you need a reminder you’re the boy bound to a chair here, not me.”

“I am not. You can’t make me!”

“You are and I can. You’ll see. Now you're a bit smelly from your riding. So time for a shower then to bed. It’s like 11:45, it’ll be after midnight before I get you to bed and you have to get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.”
“Eleven forty-five? You left me tied up for like five hours already! Please Jonah just untie me and let me go.”

“Nope, and if you ask me again I’ll get rough- so stop it.”

Jonah untied Sam’s feet and grabbed his arm and led the blindfolded captive to his bedroom and into his own private bathroom. Once in the bathroom he removed the blindfold. Sam blinked back to being able to see in the bright light. Jonah told Sam that the bathroom had been cleaned out, only a bar of soap, a small bottle of shampoo and a clean towel remained. Jonah wasn’t going to leave any potential weapons laying around for Sam to use.

He unlocked the boy’s cuffs and Sam immediately rubbed his sore wrists. Jonah ordered the boy to remove his jersey, Sam hesitated, Jonah slapped his butt three times getting a small “ow” from the boy. Sam took off his jersey, then as ordered took off his running shorts. He now stood with only his tight biking shorts on. Jonah then explained his next orders. He told Sam to take a quick shower, cold water only, he’d know if he used hot and Sam would regret it. Wash from head to toe and dry off and once he was done there would be a set of pajamas to put on. Sam had 8 minutes to finish.

For a few minutes he thought Jonah was going to watch him shower. But Sam was allowed to keep that much dignity. But the pj’s he was now putting on robbed him of whatever remained. They were kiddie pj’s, but they were his size. He’d never seen baby blue footie pj’s with cutesy little teddy bears printed on them in any store, ever. They zipped up the back totally enclosing him from neck to wrists to toes. But his clothes were all gone and he didn’t want to go back into the bedroom in only a wet towel. So he stepped out and into humiliation once again.

“Ah, don’t you look adorable, Sammy. My little brother.”

“I feel like a dork, where did you get this thing?”

Jonah walked up to Sam and snapped the cuffs back around his wrists, but in front of him this time.

“Internet. A site called jummpin’ jammerz dot com or something. It’s amazing what you can find on the net. I got some other goodies for you and some ideas as well. But that’s for tomorrow. Let’s get you to bed.” Jonah pointed to a spot on the floor Sam didn’t notice when he left the bathroom it was next to the only bed in the room. A single pillow and what looked like a baby blanket only larger, Sam-sized as it were. Jonah ordered Sam to lay down.

“You’re making me sleep on the floor?” Sam asked surprised.

“Sammy, you’re not sleeping with me, that’s for sure.”

Once in place Jonah took what looked like a single handcuff and snapped it tight around Sam’s right ankle. Sam saw the other end of the chain was bolted through the wooden bedpost.

“Ouch it’s too tight, Jonah.” Sam protested.

“Good it’s just right then.” Jonah smiled wickedly. “Now I expect you to be good. I’m being kind to you tonight. But if you make any noise or cause any problems for me I’ll hogtie and gag you again and let you sleep outside on the patio tonight. Got it.”

“Yes, I got it.”

Jonah blindfolded Sam again, got ready for bed, jumped in and turned off the light. “Good night, little bro.”

End of Part 2

© 2007 by Barefoot Guy

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