6. First tie-up

It clicked fast in Lewis Fatbind’s mind. He did not like the ‘kind of’ too much and acted fast before Ben could change his mind. He bent down to the floor, where he picked up the swimming goggles. He removed the fifteen rubber straps, keeping a fastener buckled on each. He was ready to get Ben in position for his spanking. He got him to put his arms behind his back. Two of the straps were used to weld each elbow to the opposite wrist. He then put the magic of the Glidor fibre to the test, by encasing his arms into one of the swimming trunks, a slow process that could be successfully attempted because of the stretchiness of this material which still kept its gloss. The crotch of the swimming suit stretched over his interlocked forearms. The flanks of his swimming trunks kept his shoulder blades pulled back, as they exerted their pressures on the arms just under the shoulders.

Fred had not remained inactive. He had thoroughly gagged the culprit. He had first grabbed a couple of swimming trunks. As the boy had pulled out his tongue, he had used the first pair to imprison the pink bit of flesh in such a way that, when the whole Glidor/tongue apparatus would be put back into his mouth, it would be impossible for Ben to articulate a single comprehensible piece of speech. But he did not think this was enough, and used the other pair of swimming trunks as a mask, holding its edges behind his head with one of the rubber bands. Two other ones were used to pull the crotch beneath the chin and exerting some pressure on his lower jaw. The Glidor material was carefully spread on his lower face, the rubber straps keeping it closely against his already smooth skin.

"What a good job you have done!"

Lewis was genuinely impressed by Fred’s thorough silencing of their prisoner.

He then had a peek on the remaining contents of the sports bag.

To be continued . . . . . .

"A nose plug… It wouldn’t be too good an idea, would it? What about the ear plugs, though? Here they are."

Ben was deafened by the two rubber pieces which were softly inserted in his auditory canals.

"Why didn’t you tell us about your bathing cap? Did you pick a black rubber one on purpose or was it the only model?"

As he did not really expect an answer, he just pulled it down over the teen’s head, totally covering his hair.

"How sexy! It really enhances your eyes. And that fabric on your chin! That’s a really nice dark green. Hey what's this roll of tape?"

Ben was set aback by the comments made by his summer lover. The wraps of tape that went around his head, from his chin to the top of the head now prevented him from even trying to open his locked jaws. Yet he was tingled by the handling he was getting. The Glidor was not going to let him hide his feelings for long.

They then stood him facing a chair. With two rubber straps Lewis tied his ankles to the front legs, keeping thus his own apart. Poor little Ben was about to receive the punishment he deserved for his misdemeanour. But Fred and Lewis had a closer look at the loot he got into trouble for. In the wonderful world of Lewis Fatbind, it happened that one size was Fred’s whereas the other was his. They chose two plain pairs of swimwear, one black, the other dark blue. The lustre of the fabric made them glow. They were impressed by the shape they got from the Glidor. So was Ben, whose feelings were now unmistakable! Lewis came close to him and patted his mounds. Then he was spanked. Both captors went at it, each giving one blow to the Glidored butt cheeks. They were right in gagging him, because he was not too happy about the pain. He let them know, or at least he tried. The five fingers were applied twenty times, and twenty times it felt different to young Ben. Stinging, hard, sharp, hot were some of the adjectives that could have described the various blows he was generously given. In the end he was in a state of total excitement. The Glidor stretched quite a bit.

Being done with his rear, Lewis and his roommate came around the bound boy, and looked at the glorious bulge he displayed in the front of his briefs. It was lovely and appealing. Fred grabbed some swimming trunks to wrap his hand in Glidor. He then started to stroke through the slippery material. The boy was boiling, and Lewis stopped just before he would explode. Then he saw panic in the eyes of his victim who wanted it to go on.

"Very good, my boy, now it is certainly imprinting on your mind: 'I shall not steal my opponents’ gear.' It’s almost better than having you copy it a few hundreds of times!"

Lewis experimented for as long as he could into bringing his prisoner to the edge, to then let him down. But Ben eventually burst out after two hours of this slow Glidored torture…

"Now, I knew you would get there. It took you some time, though."

Ben considered briefly crying as he thought it was the only reaction to be fit at the moment. But crying out of joy. His feelings were so weirdly mixed, with him being so intensely aroused by treatments he supposed until now to be unnatural. But yet the previous summer was still embedded in his mind, and the memory of Fred’s touch still haunted him at night. And that little session had just been a wonderful time! His wet trunks proved it... He felt another thrill running from his toes to the roots of his hair. He still had love to give to his friends. They untied him and a little cleaning party followed.

Ben then was slowly ungagged by the dark boy. It took him a while to remove the rubber cap. He combed his wet hair. He ended up stimulating his own oral parts. They eventually fell asleep after a couple hours, and the three of them made very sweet dreams.

7. The beginning of a new life

They woke up and jumped into the showers, still empty in these wee hours of the morning. They came back to vent out the room and put away any incriminating evidence, in the back of the big cupboard they used to put their clothes and sports equipment away. They felt quite safe at Saint Thomas More, because the discipline was self imposed. The boarders were offered a wide range of activities mainly in sports, games, and music. It was a school for rich kids, and it showed. The campus-like school was huge, well planted with tall trees, gentle hills rolling over so each building felt almost as it stood on its own, the various houses spread around a massive central neo Tudor construction. Twelve of them, named after Catholic martyrs. Young Lewis had the fate to live in the Saint Sebastian dorm house. The mild-mannered crowd boarding at Saint Thomas More enjoyed very good conditions, and they were provided a good semi-progressive education. The administration was giving enough time and efforts so they had no occasion to have to punish any improper behaviour. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, everybody wanting to look like they had a good time. Tons of fun activities and good moments spent with well-minded adults.

But in this large educators’ team, it happened that the person who was most concerned in the whole school by Lewis and his friends' nightly activities was actually the one closest to them. Travis Miller was the supervisor of the Saint Sebastian boys. He had managed to get hired because he was a former student of Saint Thomas More. He had fond memories (very fond memories!) of his years as a boarder there, and the university in the nearby city provided the classes he needed to achieve his ambition to become a personal physical trainer. He was to become one of the twelve residence supervisors in charge of dorms which consisted in the upper floor of each of the buildings laid out in the park. Distances were important, and had to be taken into accounts in scheduling, because there were several minutes of walk at least between each location. Travis had not been appointed to the Henry 8th house, where the gym was located. He happened to be in the communications building, which proved to be a blessing later on, because it’s how he got acquainted with Lewis and his friends, and then they got to use the facilities…

It all started in the restrooms of the Manor, as the central building was called. Travis had just got done taking a lick, standing in front of a toilet stool. He could not be seen from the door or the urinals, and he had not turned the stall’s light on. Sheer laziness. He was waiting for the last possible drop to fall into the bowl. As he thought he was getting there, he heard some kids coming in. He identified the three voices immediately as being those of Lewis, Fred, and Ben, the three nice kids who shared a room in his dorm! Travis stood still and stopped breathing, putting his tool away as slowly and softly as he could. He was not allowed to make a noise, if he wanted to enjoy their private conversation. That’s something he could never do, because the walls and the doors of the bedrooms were so thick that it was impossible to hear a normal conversation. He even wondered if screams could be heard. But the kids he was in charge of were very mellow, and he did not have to worry about them fooling around too much. At least until this very moment when he eavesdropped on an interesting verbal exchange…