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Scarecrow: Chapter Three
Edward Bangor

Story Code/s: T/b bond

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WARNING:

This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of various
ages and/or men and boys. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now
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Scarecrow
by Edward Bangor

Chapter Three:

Luke wasn't so sure his bargain with his little brother was such a good idea
anymore. Apart from the previous day out in the fields with Glenn Barley,
and despite all his previous fantasies, he'd never actually been tied up by
another person before. With Glenn he'd had some idea of what would happen
having set up the entire thing himself. Billy, however, had clear reign to
do whatever he wanted and the nine-year-old had plenty of time to think of
something while his bottom recovered from the blistering Luke had given it
with his hand followed by the kitchen spatula.
 Leaving Billy to soak his bottom in a cool bath, Luke started the day
proper by doing the chores his father had left for the pair of them and even
went so far as to prepare Billy his favourite breakfast although, pouring
milk over two Weetabixs was hardly an effort. Still, it made him feel good
to do it. So much so that he didn't even laugh when Billy fetched a cushion
from the lounge sofa before he'd sit on the hard kitchen chair.
 During the meal and clearing up which followed the two boys talked like
they hadn't done before. Each treated the other with more and more respect
than was usual for two siblings of their ages but then, they were talking
about things that neither had ever told anyone else. However, as Luke had
already had the opportunity to question Billy previously, it was the younger
boy who made most of the running and it wasn't long before he knew most of
what happened in the Barley fields with fourteen-year-old Glenn and his
bound and helpless brother. Not least of which was that his had brother
enjoyed it.
 This last piece of information didn't come as that much of a surprise to
the youngster for while he'd been easing his rear in the tub he'd had the
chance to think a few things over and the information only went to clear up
a few points such as the red rings that Luke often sported around his wrists
and ankles and the odd assortment of ropes, chains, tape and other things
that he had once discovered hidden under his brother's bed before it had all
disappeared to a new hiding place. These, Billy, knew he could put to good
use during the enactment of his part of their new spirit of co-operation
and, he soon went to fetch them, even though he was only wearing a long
shirt with nothing below. To these he added a couple of ideas of his own
before he was ready to begin. Just as Luke had predicted, Billy intended to
take his task every bit as seriously as Luke had.
 Leaving his assorted collection on the kitchen table, just out of Luke's
eye-line, Billy set to work with a handkerchief. Standing behind his seated
brother, he asked Luke to open his mouth as much as he could only to be
stopped by the suggestion he wet the smallest handkerchiefs he could find
first. Once this was done, and the cloth was wrung out, he pushed it into
Luke's mouth until the twelve-year-old could close his lips around it
without straining too much. The dampness of the cloth preventing his mouth
from drying up during and after the duct tape was wrapped around his head.
Again, following instructions, Billy, lifted his brother's long strands of
hair as much out of the way of the tape as he could before electing,
eventually, to tie it back with an elastic band so he could press the tape
home unhindered.
 That done. Billy had Luke stand up and put his arms behind his back. Using
a short length of very thin chain, the youngster wrapped the wrists together
and then, more or less as an after thought, wrapped the remaining length of
chain around the loops between the bound arms to form a metallic figure
eight, before he snapped a padlock into place.
 "There, that'll hold you." He said in triumph as Luke tried,
unsuccessfully, to escape. "What do you think?"
 Naturally, Luke could only nod but this he did somewhat vigorously.
 "Great! Now for your legs."
 Suddenly, Luke's joyous mood ended and he stared at his brother.
 "Don't worry," comforted Billy, "I know you want to go somewhere like this.
I've got it sorted. Trust me."
 Luke didn't have much choice in the matter and as much as he was enjoy the
situation he couldn't help having some reservations, yet he had to trust
Billy's judgement. Still, he watched as the small semi-naked boy started to
thread another length of the thin chain down through the centre of a short
section of tube.
"I saw this done on the telly the other day." Billy explained, "One of them
escaper... escaper... you know, one of them blokes that gets all tied up and
them gets out again? Anyway, he had someone out the crowd to this stuff to
him. Only, his stuff was faked and this ain't. Spread your legs."
Satisfied that he'd got the chain roughly to the central point and that the
same lengths were hanging from each end of its two foot length. Kneeling, in
front of Luke he was suddenly made more aware than he had been of just how
well the elder boy's shorts were now fitting him and a sneaky idea occurred
to him. "Those are your old shorts aren't they?"
 Luke look puzzled.
 "Dad told you not to go visiting in them, didn't he?"
 The twelve-year-old gave the best 'so what?' expression the tape across his
face would allow.
 "Well, you told me you were going to see someone, and that means you're
going visiting doesn't it. And," Billy leant back on his hunches, "if you're
going visiting them you can't wear them shorts, can you."
 Luke felt a short gust of wind and then his shorts were around his ankles
leaving him naked but for the bondage. Then, there was a taping on his shin.
 "Lift up your leg."
 He did this automatically whilst still in shock at being depanted in such a
fashion, not realising that by doing so he'd totally surrender his final
item of clothing until it was too late. However, by the time Billy tired to
repeat the operation with his other leg, he was ready and refused to move.
 "Lift it up." Billy commanded trying to lift the leg but Luke had
transferred all his weight onto it and it wouldn't budge, "Go on. Lift it!"
 It was no use. More drastic measures would be called for and Billy knew
just the thing. Reaching back under his overhanging shirt, he pulled spatula
out from where he'd hidden it clenched between the sturdy buttocks it had so
recently reddened. Waving it in front of Luke's face he asked his helpless
big brother if he wanted a spanking. Naturally, Luke didn't having seen
first hand what such a thing could do to a bottom that had suffered less
than his had, declined the offer and raised his leg.
 "There, that's a good boy." Billy, giggled, not so much because of Luke's
climb down but due to the fact that as he'd lowered the spatula in order to
put it on the floor he inadvertently swished Luke's penis setting the
semi-erect organ bouncing from one side to the other.
 Shivering in the sexual tension until his entire body quivered almost as
much as his organ Luke not only allowed his shorts to be removed but he also
spread his legs allowing Billy to first chain one of his ankles and then the
other into looks created at either end of the hollow tube. It only being
when this was done did he realise the clever thing his brother had come up
with. In all his own previous experiments, he'd tied his legs together but
that had, obviously made walking not only difficult but downright impossible
on some occasions. Now, while his legs did remain firmly fastened by the
chain, the fixed distance between them would allow him to take alternate
steps. Not very large steps but steps all the same.
 "Let's test it." Billy said with nearly as much enthusiasm as Luke felt.
However, the latter failed when the small boy added, "I want to take you for
a walk."
 Producing a long abandoned dog collar and leash Billy strapped the former
around Luke's neck - again avoiding his pony tail - and took hold of the
leash. "Walkies!" he said, unable to stop himself from laughing as he led
his bound big brother on a short tour of the kitchen.
 During this journey Luke discovered that, with a little practise, moving in
his current bondage wasn't as difficult as he would have thought and, the
more he moved then the easier it appeared to become until he was almost
capable of keeping up with his kid brother. However, when he was led towards
the back door he held back.
 "You want to go see your friend don't you?" Billy asked, unlocking the
door.
Luke wouldn't budge. Not even when Billy started to really yank on the
leash.
 "Do you want another spanking?" cried Billy more in frustration than
anything else already reaching for the spatula. However, it was while he was
doing this that he spotted another reason his brother could have been
reluctant to go along with what had, after all, been his idea in the first
place. The padlock keys.
 "Can't go without these can you." The youngster mumbled to himself, picking
up the two small keys on the large ring. "You'll want them when you get to
wherever it is that you're going won't you. Now, where do we put them?"
 It was something that neither boy had actually thought of before. While it
was fairly obvious that Luke would need to have the keys with him, they
could hardly be put somewhere where he himself could reach them as that
would spoil the effect. Then, on the other hand they had to be someplace
fairly obvious and accessible to another. Carefully, they both considered
the limited choices until both had a differing suggestion to offer. Luke,
communicating via a series of grunts and moans, thought the keys should be
attached to his dog collar while Billy, on the other hand, had a far more
individual, and personal, solution in mind.
 Although he hadn't shown it Billy was more than a little interested in the
effect the bondage he'd designed was having on his brother's body. From the
very first moment the damp handkerchief had gone into Luke's mouth, there
had been a stirring in the twelve-year-old's shorts. This had grown
considerable during the chaining his hands until it had formed into a small
post poking the shorts out from the otherwise bare body. Once the shorts
themselves had been stripped away it had softened slightly but, during the
application of the leg restraints it had stiffened once more. Now, after
having been led around the house like a true captive, Luke's penis was about
as hard as it was ever going to get. Poking out from his barely haired groin
like a ready-made handle it swayed and swooned as the boy moved, causing the
reverse reaction in the twin orbs that swung beneath it. All in all it
reminded Billy of the clothes pegs at the primary school that were set a
much the same height as Luke's pricklet, for the nursery kids to hang their
coats on. The perfect place in fact for what he wanted.
 It took a bit more doing than he'd anticipated but, after a little bit of a
struggle, Billy managed to open the key ring sufficiently to pass the two
ends around Luke's boyhood slightly behind the engorged head. Carefully, he
then pressed the two ends of thin metal back together until they closed
tight enough to ensure the keys dangling beneath wouldn't drop to the
ground. This not only made sure Luke would be unable to lose the keys during
the journey laid out before him but that they would become the focal point
of anyone who happened to come across him during that time. Them, and the
fierce erection from which they hung.
 Luke shuddered as Billy finally opened the backdoor and exposed him to the
cool breeze blowing across the back garden of the family cottage. As gentle
as this was it was enough to raise the tiniest of goose-bumps all over his
body and to set the keys clinking together as they swayed from his erection.
No longer reluctant to go through with his plan, he shuffled forward and
allowed Billy to guide his bound legs down the two steps out of the safety
of the kitchen. There, at the very edge of the garden and the open space of
the fields beyond, he waited while the house was locked up and the key
deposited around the neck of his little brother. Billy, no longer offered
help of pulled him from the leash but allowed Luke to set the pace with
which they would travel down the garden path. At the end of which was the
last obstacle Luke would encounter on his journey to the Barley farm.
 With the makeshift leg shackle not having been taken into account on his
mental check Luke wasn't all that sure how he was going to cross the style
now. Before it would have been relatively easy to step up to the little
wooden shelf and then to step over the fence to the small platform on the
other side. However, with his legs chained together, this was now impossible
even if they were separated by the metal rod.
 For a few minutes the two boys contemplated the obstacle now before them.
The obvious solution would have been for Billy to release his brother
temporarily but then, that would have gone against the spirit of the
Scarecrow game which is why Luke hadn't stopped spanking his brother when
the small boy had blubbed for him to do so. No, a better solution would have
to be found even if it did involve walking considerable further and out into
public.
  It was the only option left open to them but that didn't mean that Luke
had to like it. Still, there was something of a thrill of being displayed in
such a fashion on the main road that ran across the front of the cottage
even if, as main roads went, this wasn't a particular busy one. Still the
risk of being spotted was there and that, as far as Luke was now concerned
was all that mattered.
 Electing to walk around the cottage rather than through it, the two boys
made their way quickly to the side of the building from where Billy was able
to peer out into the road and check for the elusive traffic. Seeing nothing
he urged his brother forward.
 Already tired despite not yet having left the family property Luke stumbled
along the uneven paving slabs that made up the never used driveway and onto
the relatively smooth tarmac of the road itself. Then, just as his feet were
growing accustomed to the lack of sharp stones and little thistles, the
sound of an approaching car made itself known.
 "Shit!" mumbled Billy, as he dropped the leash to go behind Luke, urging
the older boy forward by pushing instead of pulling. "Get a move on."
 Luke did his best without stumbling but it clearly wasn't going to be good
enough as the engine got closer and closer albeit slower than would have
normally been expected.
 They didn't have to travel more than twenty feet up the road in order to
circumnavigate the boarding hedge and enter the fields through a regular
five-bar gate, yet, each one of those twenty feet felt like a mile to the
brothers. Despite having moved relatively fast when the pressure was off,
Luke now seemed incapable of travelling more than a couple of  inches in any
one step and Billy's increasing panic wasn't helping.
 Having given up trying to push his brother along the road the small boy
took to dancing round him in a fashion that was strikingly similar to
another of Luke's fantasies: that of being a helpless captive of American
Indians. The image only helped by the way Billy's loose shirt flapped around
him as he danced giving occasional glimpse of the one patch of red flesh
that lay below.
 The boys were three quarters of the way to their destination when the
yellow tractor made its appearance around the top corner heading directly
towards them. There was no way now that they would be able to get out of
sight before they were spotted if they hadn't been already. Trapped like
rabbits in the massive burning headlights, the brothers froze watching as
the monstrous machine thundered towards them, driven by rear wheel that were
taller than the pair of them put together. In each blond head formed a story
to tell the, as yet, invisible driver yet, they both knew nothing could
possibly explain just what they were doing and the truth was stranger than
everything else they could come up with.
 Huddled together despite the prickles of the hedge pressing into their
flesh the Edmunds boys watched and waited as the tractor began to slow as it
made the final approach towards them. Billy pushed his fingers between the
Luke's sweaty digits and held on for support as the sun glinted off the
windshield momentarily blinding them both as the driver changed down with
the grinding of gears. Smoke bellowed from the tall stack as the engine
coughed and spluttered twice before finally dying and returning silence, if
not calm to the country road.
 A moment passed when nothing happened. The shadowy figure inside the glass
cab peered at the half naked little boy and his bound, gagged and totally
nude big brother. Clearly it would be a situation the driver hadn't been in
before. Or was it?
 Suddenly his arm shot out sideways, sharp enough to make both the boys
jump. A snap signalled the release of the door lock and one side of the cab
peeled back. With a crash the door competed its arc just as a heavily booted
foot poked through the opening it had created.
 Billy gripped Luke's bound fingers tighter as the mud encased boot was
followed by an equally splattered leg encased in pale, stone washed denim.
 With a second clang, the boot landed on the tractors foot-rest. Hands, in
thick, padded working men's gloves appeared on either side of the cabs sides
smearing a little hydraulic oil from the tractors initial tune-up onto the
lightly tinted glass of the windscreen.
 A second boot and leg joined the first as the fingers tightened their grip
on the cab ready to pull the driver out into the sun. Once, twice, the
fingers and feet rocked back and forth as if teasing the boys as to their
fate. Then, with an explosion of power, the driver powered all his strength
into his work hardened muscles and catapulted himself not only out of the
cab but clear of the tractor completely, so that he stood only a few feet
from the boys.
 Billy was truly terrified now. He'd had a fairly good idea of what to
expect but that had been nothing like what he was now faced him. Having gone
with his Dad to work on a couple of occasions he thought he knew all of the
workers, drivers and labourers up at the Barley farm but the youth now
standing before him certainly wasn't one of them.
 The driver raised his arm and Billy flinched away from the expected blow
hiding, of all places behind the one person incapable of doing anything to
help him. From his hiding place he then watched as the driver removed the
flat cap that had previously been pulled down over his eyes and ran his hand
through his tangled mop of shaggy brown hair before he replaced the cap.
 A smile flickered on the youth's lips as his eyes travelled up and down
Luke's bound body from the shackles on his feet to the tape around his mouth
before returning to the keys still suspended from a pricklet that was now
rapidly regaining the hardness it had lost at the first sight of the
tractor.
 Finger by finger he pulled the gloves from his hands and stuffed them into
the rear pocket of his jeans. His hands then found themselves on his hips as
he finally asked the question Billy had been dreading. "What's going on here
then?"
 "Nothing!" the small boy ventured after being prompted by a poke in the
belly from Luke's chained hands.
 "That's not what it looks like." Said the youth. "Would you care to explain
why you and your friend are dressed the way you are?"
 Not quite sure what to say to that one, Billy replied with the standard
boyhood excuse: "We were only playing, sir." He said adding the final word
as an after thought.
 "So it would seem." The smile flickered again, as the youth's eyes looked
into Luke's, "I've heard about boys who play games like these. I don't
suppose you'd mind if I joined in, would you?"
 Billy was struck dumb. Of all the scenarios he'd prepared in his head, the
one where the driver joined in with the game of Scarecrow hadn't occurred to
him yet, now that it had, the possibilities or where it could lead,
certainly did.
 "Well?" the driver pushed, stepping closer so no more than a fraction of an
inch separated his nose from Luke's. The twelve-year-old's body jolted as
the driver's hand clasped his scrotum and squeezed. The thumb and forefinger
making a tight ring around the slack, to capture his testicles in the palm
of the hand. "What do you think boy?" the driver asked, directly into his
face.
 Luke shivered again, as the thumb of the capturing hand goosed along the
underside of his erection. Quickly he nodded almost headbutting the driver
as he did so.
 "What about you?"
It was Billy's turn to jump as the driver turned his face to him whilst, on
the other side of Luke's body, the youth's arm pinched the youngster's
prominent buttocks through his overhanging shirt.
"Do you want to play as well?"
 "Yes," the boy answered automatically, unable to say anything else as the
pinching turned to a small downpour of soft spanks. "Yes. Sir."
 Suddenly the driver released his hold on both boys and turned back towards
the tractor. "Call be master," he said as he swung himself back up into the
cab. "Master Glenn Barley."


To be continued in Chapter Four where Glenn and Billy become better
aquatinted and, together they learn more about Luke's interests.



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