Bored... Nothing to Do
_Technically no-yiff, but it qualifies as adult literature. The characters are in their early teens - 13-15 years old.
Contains minor bondage and nekkidness :-) ._
Eric stood at the window and surveyed the dismal scene outside. Rain fell in great sheets against the glass, obscuring everything but the vague yellow glow of light in a neighbour's window. It was almost black, despite the fact that it was a Saturday afternoon in summer. The scene was briefly illuminated by a flash of lightening - revealing a swimming pool leaping with the rain slamming into it, and a lawn which had become completely submerged in some places. Thunder followed the lightning, a loud rolling slam which Eric felt vibrate in his chest.
The teenage fox sighed and turned to face his friend Zack, who was reclining on the couch reading an electronics magazine. There was nothing to do. Literally, nothing to do. Miraculously the power had not yet cut out, but they had satellite TV, and the reception for that was totally gone. Eric did own a Playstation 2, but his younger brother had requisitioned that the day before when he'd gone to a friend's house for the weekend. There was also a computer, but he knew he had to keep that unplugged in this weather - the previous machine had fried in a thunderstorm. His Mom had called him an hour ago and reminded him.
"I'm going to have to stay with your grandmother until the weather clears. The highways are all closed because of the hurricane. I'll call you as soon as things improve. You'll be fine, though... There's food in the kitchen.
For God's sake, unplug the new computer.
I love you sweetie. Bye."
The weather wasn't hurricane strength inland where Eric lived, but it was bad enough. An enormous cell of low pressure was slowly moving onto land. The hurricane a few hundred miles away was just part of it.
"You hear this storm's going to last until tomorrow night at least?"
Eric's friend Zack, a light green lizard, looked up from his magazine. He'd arrived at Eric's house that morning, before it started raining, to work with him on a school project they were doing. They'd finished that long ago, and had been trying to pass the time since then - playing cards, playing chess... They'd even tried to play Risk, but they couldn't remember the rules.
"Can I stay the night here? I don't expect my Dad to pick me up in this weather."
Eric shrugged. They often stayed the night at each other's houses.
"Yeah, of course. There's plenty of food in the freezer. I don't know what we'll do to stop going mad from boredom, though. You want something to drink?"
"Yeah, sure."
Eric walked to the adjacent kitchen and poured a soda for himself and Zack. Bored as he was, he had to admit that there was something exciting about being stuck in a house alone with his friend with little to keep themselves occupied.
Eric and Zack shared an interesting friendship. They were closer, physically, than most friends. Though they would never admit it to the other, they had each, more than once, pictured the other's body while trying to paw off to female porn. The young teenagers certainly didn't consider themselves gay, or anything, but there was definitely something about their friendship which elevated it (or debased it, as you will) to a slightly different level.
Eric returned with their drinks.
"Hey, you want to play some more poker?"
Zack grimaced and rolled his green eyes. Everything about his skinny body was green - his eyes, his smooth, cool skin, and the short, soft spines which ran from the top of his head to the end of his tail. The only part of him which wasn't green was the inside of his mouth, and his penis when it poked from its green sheath.
"We've played so much poker already."
Eric gave him his drink. They had played a lot of poker that day. At least it seemed like a lot. Texas Hold 'Em poker tends to be a dreary game when you're only playing for worthless plastic chips.
"Yeah. Maybe we could make it more interesting, though."
Zack appeared sceptical.
"What, play for money? I don't have any money here, and I doubt you do either."
Eric thought for a moment. An idea occurred to him, and he grinned mischievously.
"What about strip-poker?"
Zack raised an eyebrow and smiled. He didn't actually have eyebrows made of fur, but he had a small ridge of lighter green skin above each eye which looked like eyebrows from a distance. His expression suggested that he considered himself intellectually superior. It was probably one of the reasons why he didn't have too many friends besides Eric.
"We can if you want. Dunno how interesting it will be, though. It's not like I haven't seen you nude before."
Eric couldn't help but feel a little offended.
"Who says you'll be seeing me nude? Anyway, we can make it more interesting than that..."
He paused to think again. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed a few seconds later.
"How about any clothes you lose, you have to keep off until it stops raining and my Mom comes home."
Zack smiled.
"That would be until tomorrow night at least. Probably Monday."
Eric smiled back.
"Yeah. Would that make the game exciting enough for you?"
Zack paused to think. Eric had only taught him how to play Texas Hold 'Em that very day. Eric had won most of the games they'd played, but poker was all a game of luck, right? Surely he stood as much chance of winning as his friend?
"Okay. Why not."
"Hehe, great."
The two sat on opposite sides of the open-plan kitchen counter and Eric shuffled the cards. Eric had more practice shuffling, and so Zack let him deal. Normally the dealer would rotate, but it wasn't like they were playing for money or anything. While Eric shuffled, Zack divided up the poker chips.
Eric discussed the rules they would use.
"Okay, let's say we are each wearing four items of clothing. Footware, shirt, pants.... and underwear. We play short games with twenty chips each - all the same value. When someone loses all their chips, they have to remove an item of clothing in order of footware, shirt, pants and then undies. We start a new game with twenty chips each after each item is lost."
Eric stopped shuffling and grinned to bare his teeth mischievously. Lightning flashed through the window to illuminate his face from the side - making him appear as a villain in a graphic novel.
"When we stop playing, we aren't allowed to wear any clothes we've lost until my Mom comes home - likely two days from now. I don't think blinds are appropriate... We can play with a fixed ante of one chip. No-limit betting. Is that okay with you?"
Zack shifted uncomfortably. He could hear his heart in his ears. Why was he nervous? Poker was just a game of luck, right? He couldn't help but feel Eric was up to something - it was something in the way he smiled.
"Are we... are we going to play until one of us is totally naked?"
Eric grinned.
"Are you scared you'll lose?"
Zack frowned.
"No, of course not. Let's play."
And so they played. It started off slowly, with small bets. Zack soon realised that he couldn't fold too many hands, or the ante would drive him out of the game.
Suddenly Zack got triple Nines on the flop. He decided to go all-in, but infuriatingly, Eric immediately folded. Eric went all-in on the next hand, and Zack called him... Hoping he was bluffing. Unfortunately for Zack, he wasn't.
"What the hell, it's only my shoes. It's not like we could go outside if we wanted to."
Eric just chuckled as Zack removed his sneakers and socks. He was more comfortable without them anyway. It was early days yet.
Twenty minutes later, Eric won the next game. Zack was angry. He was sure the fox was cheating.
"I lost with a flush!"
"Yes, but I had a higher flush. There are four clubs on the table, dude. Your pocket club is only a Seven."
Zack fumed. He decided that he hated this game. He grudgingly removed his blue golf-shirt and threw it onto a couch behind him.
Eric smiled at the angry lizard. His torso was a deep green, mostly smooth with small scales catching the light on parts of his chest and shoulders. They shone slightly under the light, and more so when lightning flashed through the window - revealing a smooth, shining scale-pattern right across his scrawny chest and tummy. Eric loved how his friend looked. Now he'd get to admire him at his leisure for another day or two at least.
"You want to keep playing?"
Zack gave him a look.
"Are you sure you aren't cheating?"
Eric pretended to look offended.
"Look, if you don't trust me we can rotate the dealer. We can cut the cards after each shuffle just like they do at tournaments."
Zack still looked irritable.
"Alright."
It wasn't that he minded being shirtless in a nice warm house in front of Eric. He just felt embarrassed that he'd be constantly reminded of his defeat for two days. He was determined to make his friend lose some clothes too.
The next game took longer than the previous two. Fifty minutes in, it still wasn't clear who would win. The game had seesawed between the two of them. Ultimately, however, Eric bet Zack all-in and Zack chose to call it.
Zack won. Eric had a straight Nine-to-King, but Zack had the Ace.
"Haha! How does it feel now!"
Eric just smiled back at his shirtless friend.
"As you said earlier, they're just shoes."
Neither of them wanted to stop playing yet. Now that Zack had beaten Eric, he felt as though the fox wasn't invulnerable. He was determined to get his friend shirtless as he was.
The next game was over in ten minutes. Zack had got cocky from his victory, called an early all-in from Eric and lost.
He just sat back for a few seconds in silence, looking at the cards as if they would change to reveal that he had somehow won. Was he really going to traipse around for the next two days in his silk boxers?
"Damn it."
He sighed as he got to his feet. He gave Eric a dirty look as he undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor. The fox just smiled back at him silently. Zack felt his face grow hot.
"Would you like something more to drink?"
Zack was quiet for a moment.
"Yeah, sure."
He felt as though he should be laughing. It was ridiculous that he was in his thin polka-dot boxers in his friend's house, and obliged to stay that way. He didn't feel amused, though. He felt angry... But also strangely competitive. He felt determined to get some clothes off his friend. The way the fox seemed to quietly enjoy his embarrassment was infuriating.
Eric returned and handed a soda to Zack.
"Are you sure you want to keep playing? I mean..."
He paused for a moment and chuckled. He allowed his eyes to travel up and down Zack's smooth green body. The last remaining item of clothing didn't cover much.
"You can't buy in again if you lose this one."
Zack sneered at his friend. His pulse felt heavy in his head. The fox was so supercilious... There was no way Zack was going to let him walk around the next two days with bare feet while he had to make do with boxers. He had to get him shirtless, if not worse. He had to.
"I won't lose this one."
They played again. Zack couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. His silk boxers slipped and slid over the plastic cushion-cover of the stool he was sitting on. Every time his boxers ended up in a bunch, he vowed anew that Eric was going to lose.
Eric didn't lose, though. The game lasted about forty minutes; Eric slowly bleeding Zack of his chips, and then Zack getting lucky and winning some back again. Infuriatingly, Zack's pile just seemed to get smaller and smaller. Eventually he only had three left. He bet them all on a moderately good hole and lost.
He didn't look Eric in the eye as the fox scooped the last three chips into his pile and collected the cards into their deck.
After a few moments, the lizard stood up, sighed, and slowly removed his boxers. He felt the strange feeling anxiety and competitiveness ebb slightly as he did. So what that he'd lost? So what? He smiled and looked Eric in the eye as he gently eased his boxers down his smooth legs. He waggled his slim hips as they fell to his feet.
He picked them up between two clawed toes and gently threw them onto the table; just in front of where Eric was sitting.
Eric just smiled back stupidly. He felt his own face grow red now, despite the fact that he had emerged with only his furry feet bare.
Lightning illuminated Zack's naked body in a bright flash of smooth scales. The ensuing thunder served to break the awkward silence, and the two friends both burst out laughing as it rumbled away into the distance.
Zack put on a melodramatic feminine voice and leaned against the wall seductively.
"Well, Eric, it seems you have taken practically everything from me."
Eric grinned back, but he felt his face grow hot under his fur. Lizards don't have external testes - Zack's balls were no more than a small protrusion under his unobtrusive, green-scaled sheath. Eric felt his eyes focus on this area as his friend playfully waggled his hips.
"You... You just need more practice. We'll do this again, and next time I'll be naked."
Zack chuckled and ceased his posing momentarily. Eric was secretly glad and disappointed at the same time.
"Yeah, well it was fun. I actually cared about winning or losing. Now I guess I'll have to bare evidence of my shameful defeat for the next day or so. Excuse the pun."
He put a hand on his hip, bent his waist slightly and fluttered his eyes as he said this. Eric quietly gulped and felt his face grow warm again.
He quickly turned and walked to a window, looking out to survey the miserable scene once more. It had grown a bit darker - rain still slammed into the window and wind still howled through the trees. Now he couldn't see a yard out into the gloom.
Despite the inky blackness outside, it was only six o' clock. If it weren't for the cumulonimbus blotting out the sun, it would only be dark in another two hours.
The rain and the thunder blanketed every other sound when the two teenagers weren't speaking. They tried the TV again, but the satellite was still fuzzed by the weather.
It was ridiculous, Eric thought: sitting around pretending to be bored, when actually he couldn't keep his eyes off his naked friend. He would never admit to himself that he had feelings for Zack, but he could hardly deny the hard lump in his pants. Thank the Lord he hadn't lost those like Zack had.
Zack obviously felt a bit uncomfortable himself, but he tried to cover this up with mock apathy. He casually reclined on the couch again as they discussed poker strategies for a while. He made no effort to hide his nudity from his friend at all. It was uncomfortable and strange, but also weirdly exhilarating. He somehow enjoyed showing off to Eric. In any case, he definitely couldn't go back on his bet - he'd lose face totally. He just prayed that he wouldn't develop an erection. When they stopped talking, he immediately reached for his computer magazine and concentrated hard on reading it - anything which would keep his mind off the fact that he was on show for Eric, and keep his dick inside its now-exposed sheath.
Eric didn't know what to do with himself either. He was being driven mad. He watched Zack intently as the nude, slightly shimmering lizard concentrated on his magazine. He almost got up and sat down next to Zack, but where would things go from there?
The fox gulped. He fidgeted with his cellphone. He felt like he had to do something to keep his mind off Zack or he'd lose it. He grabbed a short length of thin nylon rope he'd left lying next to the couch and began to fidget with it instead. Recently he'd learned how to tie various fancy types of knots... One day he'd been bored, and he'd opened a book about them - his father had been in the boy scouts once upon a time.
He tied various types of bends, hitches, knots and bowlines. His mind was just beginning to lose focus on Zack when the lizard spoke.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The naked lizard was looking up from his magazine. His expression implied that Eric was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen. It was an ironic pose.
"Tying knots."
Zack snorted.
"Heh. Since when did you join the navy?"
"Didn't you know that's where I learned to play poker?"
He smirked sadistically at Zack. The lizard sneered back, embarrassed, rolled his eyes and went back to reading his magazine.
Suddenly Eric had another idea.
"Hey Zack, you're a gambling man..."
Zack grunted.
"Hmm. Not anymore."
"Don't be like that. Hey, how about we have another game to pass the time?"
Zack looked up from his magazine again.
"Look, no more poker tonight... I've got nothing more to lose."
"No, not poker. How about a chance to get your clothes back?"
Zack paused. He was a bit wary of Eric's wiles by now. It was a stereotype, but suddenly his friend seemed a lot like an untrustworthy, crafty fox.
"What did you have in mind?"
Eric smiled.
"Since you seem so sceptical of my knot-tying abilities, I have a proposition for you."
Zack raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"I will tie your hands behind your back with rope. If you can escape within one hour, without cutting the rope, you get to put your clothes back on with honour."
Zack paused. He looked very sceptical.
"Without cutting the rope?"
"Yes, you'd have to escape by loosening or undoing the knots."
"What happens if I can't escape?"
Eric smiled his toothy, foxy smile again. His pulse felt warm in his head.
"Then you stay tied-up and naked until my Mom calls to say she's nearly home."
Zack paused to think. On the one hand, it would cleanly end this awkward charade if he managed to escape. On the other hand, Eric probably wouldn't have suggested it if his knots were bad. Eric wasn't the type of person who would let Zack regain his pride easily. What if he really stayed tied up AND naked for the rest of the weekend? Then he'd look really ridiculous.
"What's to stop me escaping after an hour is up?"
"Well, you'd still stay naked then."
Eric smiled grimly.
"If you can't get out in an hour, you probably won't get out at all."
Zack didn't know whether to agree or not. How good could Eric's knots possibly be? He'd never heard of him tying knots before. Then again, the fox wouldn't have suggested it if he knew his knots were terrible. Zack smiled a little. He had to admit that there was something quite exciting about the idea.
"Alright fox, do your worst."
Eric grinned.
"Just let me get some decent rope. There's some in my bedroom."
The fox was excited. He'd always wanted to tie someone up, but he'd never had the opportunity. He'd specifically learnt the knots which would let him bind someone so that they couldn't escape. He was itching to find out if he could actually tie them on a real person.
He returned with a length of woven rope. It was stronger and more flexible than the nylon, but would also be a lot gentler on Zack's skin and circulation. He didn't want to hurt his friend, after all.
Zack began to have second thoughts. If he escaped in one hour, he'd get his clothes back... But what if he couldn't escape? He couldn't go back on his word now, though.
"Okay, stand up. Just lean forward and cross your wrists behind your back."
Zack felt apprehensive, but he complied.
Eric concentrated as he wrapped the rope around Zack's crossed wrists. It was just a square knot... But he had to ensure that the rope was tight enough, without being too tight for long-term restraint. After ensuring that it was as perfect as he could make it, he tied the simple square-knot to hold it in place.
"Okay, all set."
Zack tested his bonds. Damn, he thought. They were tight.
Eric checked his watch.
"Alright, it's six-fifteen now. If you escape before seven-fifteen, you get your clothes back. Either way, I won't untie you until my Mom is about to walk through the door. You'll either have to wait until then, or escape by yourself."
The fox smiled and sat down on the couch to watch the lizard's attempts.
Zack tested his bonds tentatively at first. There was almost no perceptible slack in the rope. He couldn't move his hands apart even one millimetre.
Zack smiled sheepishly at Eric. The fox's knots were no pushover, that was for sure.
Eric just leaned back and enjoyed Zack's attempts. With his hands behind his back, the lizard had nothing with which to hide his nakedness. Even if he managed to escape, the show he'd put on to do it would be worth it.
Zack began to feel worried. There was virtually no give in the rope. He tried to wriggle one hand free, but it wouldn't budge at all. He tried to rotate his crossed wrists against each other, but this just sent a shooting pain through his carpal bones. Crap, he thought.
How had he let it come to this? He was standing stark naked in front of his best friend with his hands bound behind his back. It was ridiculous.
He sat down on the couch and lay back... Hoping it would give him more leverage. After a silent count of three, he heaved with all his might - trying to wrench one hand out of the grip of the rope.
It was no good. He strained for several seconds, but to no avail. His skin didn't move an iota against the thick, machine-woven rope. After a short break, he tensed again... Straining with all his might to loosen the rope coiled around his wrists.
He began to pant with the effort. If anything, the damn rope seemed to be getting tighter and more solid. It began to feel like he was bound by coils of iron.
To Zack's dismay, he felt an erection begin to build. The effort of struggling against the rope encouraged his penis to poke from his exposed sheath and cool itself in the open air, in full view of Eric. Zack silently cursed his insubordinate member for its treachery, his face growing hot as he did so.
Eric was watching his friend with great appreciation - a smirk painted on his muzzle. The lizard's futile attempts at escape meant that his naked body twisted and tensed with the effort - his hands being behind his back meant that he could not hide any aspect of his nakedness from Eric. The lizard's crotch twisted and thrusted upwards with Zack's attempts at escape, and his now erect member twisted with it.
Ultimately, Zack gave up and lay back on the couch - his naked groin thrust towards the ceiling. He'd begun to perspire - the sweat glistening off his smooth, scaly chest and tummy. The leather couch under him felt cool against his bare back and bottom.
There was no point. He couldn't get the rope to budge the smallest amount. He panted quietly.
"Hey Zack, are you okay?"
He turned to face Eric, who wasn't grinning any more. His friend looked genuinely concerned, as if Zack might be suffering from claustrophobia.
Zack smiled back at Eric. Although he still felt anxious and annoyed, the fox's concern touched him. Eric was a good friend. Zack knew that he'd untie him if he asked him to. That wouldn't be fair play, of course. He was going to keep his word.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Although I must admit... You do tie quite a knot."
Eric grinned and looked at his watch.
"Well... You still have twenty minutes to escape and get your clothes back."
Zack silently looked at the ceiling. He knew he was beaten. There was no point trying anymore. He hadn't been able to weaken his bonds the tiniest amount in forty minutes.
Eric broke the silence again.
"How about some food? I'm starving."
Zack grunted in reply. Eric got up and made for the kitchen. Zack just lay back and let himself cool down. Embarrassingly, his member was in no hurry to return to its sheath.
Zack heard the sound of a microwave oven emanate from the kitchen. He clambered onto his feet and sighed. His sweating body suddenly felt cool in the still air. Walking around tied and naked felt strange - especially with his half-erect member extended before him.
He joined Eric in the kitchen. He smiled sheepishly and leaned back against a counter.
"Giving up, are we?"
Zack hesitated for a while before replying quietly.
"Yeah."
Eric grinned.
"Let that be the last time you question my abilities without evidence of my incompetence."
He winked at Zack.
They returned to the sitting room - Zack carrying two plates of microwaved spaghetti and two soda cans on a tray. Zack followed behind sheepishly. It occurred to him that he wouldn't be able to eat or drink with his hands tied. He sighed. No doubt it had occurred to Eric too, and his friend planned to use the fact to embarrass him further.
Eric sat down and began to eat. He left Zack's food steaming on the coffee table without comment. Zack chuckled quietly to himself and sat down on the couch. Eric wasn't going to make things easy for him.
After a few minutes of silent eating and drinking, Eric looked at Zack and grinned.
"Need some help?"
Zack just smiled and nodded. Eric could be such a pain.
The fox set his own food down and walked over to sit next to his friend on the couch. He grinned maliciously at his friend.
"You have to kneel."
Zack raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"If I'm going to feed you, you have to kneel down in front of me and beg."
Zack didn't reply. He sighed softly and shook his head slowly in exasperation. Eric really could be a pain. He complied with the sadistic fox's wishes - kneeling down on the carpet in front of him. He'd gone past embarrassed long ago. Now he found the whole thing rather fun, in a twisted sort of way.
"Wait, hand on a second..."
Eric got up and hurried into the kitchen. He returned with a large plastic cereal bowl.
"This is so you can drink too."
He opened Zack's can of soda and poured the contents into the bowl. He set this on the low coffee-table next to Zack.
The lizard smiled again and chuckled. He was supposed to drink from the bowl like a dog.
Eric fed Zack mouthfuls of spaghetti - winding the noodles onto the fork for the helplessly bound lizard, and guiding them into his mouth as if he was a baby. Periodically, Zack would pause to turn and take a slurp from his bowl of soda. It was all horrifically degrading, Zack thought, but somehow he didn't mind anymore. He also didn't mind the fact that his penis was still jutting forth horizontally from his naked body. He'd stopped caring, because he'd started to enjoy it.
When he was finished feeding Zack, Eric looked at his watch.
"Well... An hour's up. If you still manage to escape, you're staying naked."
Zack wasn't bothered. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape. He didn't really mind.
The two of them looked into each other's faces in silence - Eric sitting on the couch and Zack kneeling naked and bound in front of him. They both boasted small smiles.
Somehow Zack wasn't surprised when Eric suggested they go to bed, despite the fact that it wasn't yet seven-thirty. He also wasn't surprised when Eric snuggled up next to him on the fox's bed - naked now himself.
He wasn't surprised, but his heart still hammered in his chest as they each looked into the other's eyes and grinned silently.
Zack's penis still stood at attention out in front him, but now it was joined by Eric's - their tips only an inch or so apart.
Eric glanced down at his tied friend's erect penis and grinned toothily.
He turned off the light, and Zack gasped as he felt Eric caress him.
"Here, let my help you with that."
The two naked friends snuggled and giggled under the covers as the rain hammered and the wind howled outside. Zack silently decided that they were going to play poker again some time.