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"I hope you don't mind," Bill says, "if I run the vacuum cleaner in here?"

"Nah," says Cal. "It won't bother me at all.  See, when I mute the TV, it switches to captions." Cal demonstrated, operating the remote with a flourish.

"Can I get you anything? A beer? Maybe fluff your pillow?"

Cal raises an eyebrow at his cousin's tone.

"Were you planning to do anything at all today?"

"Nope. Just hang around the house and watch the tube. It's Saturday, isn't it?"

"And you remember what we agreed to if you're going to sit around my house and do nothing?"

Cal scrunches his eyebrows, puzzled. And then he remembers and pretends to frown. "Oh, no," he complains.

"Oh, yes," insists Bill. "You're welcome to hang around the house while I'm doing weekend chores, but you have to do it on my terms."

"Shit," says Cal.

"Shit, yeah," agrees Bill. "If you're going to do nothing, you can do nothing with your ass tied up! If you're not going to help, you can at least have a reason for lying around like a useless lump."

Cal is almost insulted, but he is also almost grieved. He well knows that his fair-haired cousin is a control freak. Bill had been tying him up since they both were kids. The hell of it was that was usually all that his cousin wanted to do. Cal would get trussed up like a turkey, and then Bill would just go about his business – mostly ignoring him. It was… old, but there was the chance…

Cal slowly nods, yielding.

"Good," says Bill as he reaches for the gym bag in the corner.

Cal sighs as he rolls over and puts his hands behind his back. Maybe, he thinks, if he didn't make a scene, Bill wouldn't want to strip him down to his drawers.  (Not that Cal was wearing any drawers.)

Bill had wanted do that very late on the night of their high school graduation.  He had driven from two counties over to grab Cal away from his own school friends.  They drove to the boat ramp, or where the boat ramp would be when Lake Oconee finally filled. (The Army Corp of Engineers was anything if not confident.) The place was quiet, still, and deserted.

There his cousin had plied him with drink – vodka and orange juice in octagonal plastic tumblers – and cigarettes. They listened to soft 90's pop on the CD player, talked, smoked, and drank. It was a hot, humid night, and Bill suggested they'd be more comfortable in their underwear.

Then, of course, Bill wanted to tie him up.

In the Camaro.

In his underwear.

While Cal was drunk.

Why not?

Cal submitted. He got his hands tied behind his back and his ankles lashed. Bill half-man-handled him, half-assisted him to the front seat. Then he buckled Cal up and looped Cal's belt loosely around the headrest.  Cal was trapped, bound helplessly in his cousin's car.  He had a good buzz, and he watched as Bill shimmied back into his trousers and pulled his tee shirt over his head.

Cal looked down, not at all surprised that his unpredictable member was becoming engorged. Surely, he thought, that Bill would notice. Then he wondered what would happen next.

To Cal's chagrin, Bill did not appear to notice. Instead he drove to the marina (which the water had already reached) and sloppily, but happily, bought two six packs of Bud. Then they drove to the middle of a cotton field, and Bill leaned Cal against the side of the car.

Cal reflected that Bill was on such a power trip that he had held the beer bottles up to Cal's lips and urged him to drink.

These musings run through Cal's mind as his cousin tightly binds Cal's wrists and then moves to his ankles.

Cal doesn't remember exactly how it happened, but soon he was being nuzzled by his cousin. Bill had shed his tee shirt, but not his pants. Cal felt his cousin's warmth close beside, radiating to his chest, felt his cousin's blond stubble against his cheeks. In his bondage and restraint, he leaned into his cousin's embrace, and his shorts tented at the contact.

And Bill noticed.

To Cal's utter shock and utterly pleasant surprise, on this, the night of the beginning of their voyage to adulthood, Bill pulled away, yanked down Cal's shorts, and began to give Cal slow, unpracticed, but enthusiastic head.

The nip was on Cal's buzz. The night breeze was warm on his shoulders and belly. He didn't mind being bound and gagged, with he thought, his cousin's sock, but  he desperately wanted his cousin to continue.

In the present time, Bill is looping Cal's feet together.

But in the not-so-distant past, Cal was slowly getting off. His come was trapped inside, where the vodka and the beer were alight.

Bill had already looked up at him, incredulously, wondering if Cal was too drunk to get off.

He wasn't, and he proved it. Cal arched his back and rose to tiptoe. Bill went up with him, still voraciously sucking, like a remora on a shark, hanging on, determined not to give up on his cousin.

His reward was a thrust of hot cum into the back of his throat. Cal had two more in him, and then he sagged so suddenly against his restraints that Bill put a cautioning, stabilizing hand on his shoulder. Bill continued to ride until the last shudder.

And Cal simply thought that he smoked. Something pyrotechnic had happened. He felt the embers fade, and he tried to hold onto them. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to hold on until he was left with only char. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at his grinning cousin.

"Was it all right?" Bill asked, and Cal had nodded mutely. He thought it was one of the most "all right" things he'd ever experienced.

Fast-forward to the present. It's spring break, and instead of heading to the beach or to his folk's house, Cal is at Bill's, submitting to bondage.

Let Bill run the vacuum and do the laundry. Cal is mostly okay about lying around hog-tied on his cousin's bed. Cal can take it. He will willingly submit, because he knows that it's only for a few hours… and then Bill would get carnal on his ass.

Cal squirms, knowing that his unpredictable member would make him uncomfortable shortly.

But he also knows now that his cousin would notice.

And fireworks will ensue, if only he were patient.

Cal wants those fireworks. They are why he came.