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"Greg?"

"Unh?"

"What do you think Jeffy's up to in there?" 

"Why should he be up to anything? He should be just how we left him – bound and gagged!" 

"Well, it's morning now. I think we should go check on him."

Greg sighed. Morning it was, and brightening, but it was so calm and peaceful, so nice to lay in bed on a blossoming spring-time Sunday morning. He had just opened his eyes and blinked at the light blooming around the edges of the shade. He felt the bed shift, and he heard John's bare feet strike the floor. And then John poked him with a hand on his hip. 

"All right, enough," Greg grunted. "I'm getting up. Let me get dressed." 

John agreed, and Greg watched as John jumped into his trousers and pulled them high. Greg did the same and yanked on a tee as John pushed his feet into his boots. Then, still blinking away XXXX and rubbing his eyes, Greg trailed after John into the other bedroom. 

They had bound the young man because he was underfoot and bothersome, and John and Greg wanted to get it on in some privacy. 

"Give me a hand here," muttered John as he lifted Jeffy to check the ropes at the youngster's wrists. Helpfully, Greg looped an arm under the boy's knees and hefted him upward on the bed. Jeffy protested into the gag, but the two men paid his feeble, incoherent arguments no attention. 

"And you can just stop eye-balling us," said John. He had stepped back to admire the younger man's restraints, but now he grabbed Jeffy's ankles and pulled the boy off the bed onto his knees. John hooked a finger in the waist of the boy's boxers and tugged downward. "Think we ought to whip his ass?" he asked. 

"What for? He hasn't done anything – yet!" 

"I guess you're right," said Greg, and then he shrugged. "That oughta hold him."

"Yep," agreed John.

They talked about Jeffy over Cheerios. "Me, me, me," complained John. "Jeff's the most self-involved kid I've ever seen. I swear he thinks the whole world revolves around him and his own petty little concerns." 

Greg raised an eyebrow. "You never really told me why he's here, anyway."

"He's some kind of cousin from the farm. The revenuers got his daddy and momma."

Greg's eyes widened. "No shit? The department of Alcohol, Firearms, and Tobacco got them?" 

"No, seems they hadn't filed any income taxes since the 60's. The IRS finally got them."

Greg chucked. "And so you got the kid."

"Yep. I think we ought to mess with him some more." 

"Oh? What do you have in mind." 

"Well," said John. "I was thinking about what I said – about him being all wrapped up in himself."

"Yeah?"

"I'd like to see the little brat REALLY all wrapped up in himself, and, um, I'd like to be the one to do the wrapping. " 

"All right," agreed Greg, grinning.

This took some effort, but, working together and threatening loudly, Greg and John got Jeffy into a kneeling position and roped his wrists to his knees. 

"This isn't very good," said Greg. "He can push those ropes right off his knees." 

"Not," said John, "if we tie his elbows to his belly." 

"Okay."

When it was done, John couldn't avoid the temptation to MESS WITH his cousin even more. As Greg watched in some amusement, John made several adjustments, thought about each one, and then made more adjustments. After a while, Jeffy ceased to struggle and settled down to some gentle moaning through the gag and his nose. 

"Down, down," said John as he put a boot alongside Jeffy's spine. Surprised, the young man complied and stayed that way, with his head touching the floor, as John stepped back to admire the effect. 

Greg then snapped off the lights. The draperies in this room were thicker, and the slender bound lad on the floor was illuminated only by the light coming from the open door. What, Greg wondered, did the helpless young man think of his predicament now? He'd just have to ask the boy, he thought. 

"I'm gonna go see if the paper's in yet," said John. Greg nodded absently, still keeping an eye on the partially bound boy on the floor. 

Jeffy tried to contact Greg, in whom he thought he recognized some sympathy, through telepathy, but that did not seem to be working. Greg, instead, wandered off, leaving the door ajar, and Jeffy settled into a funk. 

Really, he had had nothing better planned for Sunday morning, but this crap was beginning to get OLD. At first, it was just XXXX on him when cousin John and Greg wanted to get it on. Now, it seemed like John-boy was just tying him up for the hell of it. 

Greg pulled the door the rest of the way closed, and Jeffy lay there as the room slowly brightened. Eventually, with some effort, he rolled onto his back. 

Greg padded into the living room and peeled the sports and comics sections away from the pile of Sunday paper on John's lap. He chuckled at a few comic strips, and then he looked up again at John. Greg sighed. John was giving him the LOOK. 

Lord-a-mercy, thought Greg. Johnny's horny AGAIN. Quickly, he set the newspaper aside, rose, and met his lover in the middle of the room. Greg's hands were soon on lower rim of John's muscle tee. He was surprised when John shook his head. 

"Not here, man!" said John. "In there," indicating the door. 

"No shit?" laughed Greg. "In there with wonder-boy tied up on the floor?" 

"Yep. We don't have to lay a finger on him or say a word to him." 

Greg's eyebrows were up, almost mocking, John thought. 

"But then, we could lay a finger on him," admitted John. 

Greg grinned, recognizing that this was his lover's plan all along. 

And Jeffy, in the bedroom, lay very quietly, straining his ears, trying to discern what the other men planned. 

THE END?

Jeffy played by Hector

Greg played by Hal

John played by Sammy