This choice: Benjamin, 16, rugged, green thumb • Go Back... Benjamin heard about the Tykes from his younger brother, Adam. About three months ago Adam was babysitting the Tyke boys for the first time. Adam talked with Ben afterward, crying about how horrible it was babysitting for the Tykes. He told Ben how the Tyke boys had pulled down his pants and underwear while he was doing the dishes. When he bent over to pull them back up, the boys spanked his bare butt, making him stand up straight and cover his behind with both hands. Two of the boys grabbed Adam's hands and pulled them away, exposing his naked butt. The spanking continued, making very loud smacking sounds on Adam's already bruised tushy. He struggled to get away and accidentally stepped out of his pants since he was wearing sandals. Finally, the boys let go. Without thinking, Adam turned around, still hiding his butt with his hands and exposing his naked front. The boys all got a good look at Adam's dick and balls. Then one of them slapped Adam's bare balls, hard. They bounced up high and Adam quickly covered himself up, groaning in pain. The boys all laughed and ran away, leaving Adam stunned with his butt and balls stinging.
Suddenly, Adam heard crying. It was Sammy, the youngest boy. The older boys had pranked him with something and now he was mad that he was cold and wet. Adam gathered himself together and got Sammy. He told him he needed to take a bath to warm up and Sammy said okay.
Adam walked into the bathroom and knelt down on his knees near the tub to turn on the water. Then, while filling the tub with water and bubbles, the older boys ambushed Adam from behind, kicking him square in the nuts. He instantly curled up in agony moaning about his busted nuts. The boys decided Adam was the one who needed a bath. He was helpless as the boys stripped him of all his clothes and threw him in the bathtub. They weren't gentle at all and hit Adam's head on the tub faucet as he went splashing into the tub.
Adam was a little woozy and thought he saw the Tyke boys all look at each other and grin. Then they grabbed the soap and started washing Adam all over. He couldn't remember everything, but Adam knew that someone had a good hold on his nuts and squeezed them really hard whenever he tried to get away. He also remembered one of the boys yanking on his dick a lot, definitely not just washing it. Then there was his butthole. It was actually sore from something being stuck up there, like a bath toy or something. The whole ordeal made Adam never want to babysit again.
Ben couldn't believe the Tyke boys could really be so bad. Then Adam showed Ben his bruised butt. Ben was shocked, seeing Adam's red raw butt. He just had to teach these Tyke boys a lesson. He'd do everything they did to Adam back to them and worse. First, he'd have to babysit for them. He called the Tyke parents, apologizing that Adam couldn't babysit for them anymore but if they needed a babysitter, he could do it. The Tyke parents called him up that weekend to babysit for a long night out.
Ben planned everything out. He grabbed a spray bottle and poured in jalapeno juice. He tested it on himself, and boy, did it sting a lot in the eyes. He also grabbed a bunch of silk neckties to tie up the boys and a few more to gag them. Finally, he grabbed a few boxes of cookies to bribe them.
When Ben arrived at the Tyke house, he had a backpack full of stuff ready to get revenge for Adam. The Tyke parents welcomed him in, asking him if he wanted to hang up his coat. None of the boys were in the room, so Ben hung up his coat and put his backpack on the top shelf in the closet. He closed it gently so the boys wouldn't know he put anything in it. The Tyke parents left and the house was deathly quiet. He knew they were up to something. Then he heard muffled talking coming from upstairs.
"Hurry up you dummy! This guy's big! We need more rope to tie him down!"
"Shut-up! I'm not stupid! I know how much we'll need! It's almost the same every time!"
"Hurry up you two! I've got the plaster ready and it's starting to get hard already! If we're gonna make a sculpture of this guy's balls we gotta grab him fast!"
"Fine, but let me play with his dick for a bit while the plaster sets. I mean, he's just gonna be sitting there doing nothing so..."
"Alright, Jacob, fine. You can fondle him all you like. Just leave his balls in the plaster."
"Oh goody!"
"What about me? What do I get to do?"
"Sammy, you get to pull his balls out of the plaster mold once it's dry."
"Really? All by myself?"
"Sure, pull on em as hard as you want! Haha!"
The boys all giggled at their plan. Tying up the babysitter was a given, but making a mold of the babysitter's junk was a new one. If things went right, the babysitter's own balls would be attached to stuff and fucking his ass by midnight. His fake balls would be slapping against his real balls as he gets his hole filled. It would be hilarious!
Ben walked up the stairs, quiet as a mouse. He heard almost everything the boys were planning to do to him. He stood there, wide eyed in disbelief for a moment. These boys were sinister. He'd really have to let them have it now. He had to get them away from all their stuff. The kitchen. Yes, the kitchen with ice cream and dessert. That'd distract them.
Ben quietly snuck down the stairs, hearing one of the boys get slapped for something.
"Not like that, you dummy!"
*SMACK*
"I said pour it slowly!"
"Ouchie! Tyson! You smack too hard!" Sammy said, whimpering.
Ben used the commotion to get to the kitchen and grab all the desserts he could. Ice cream, sodas, and the cookies from his backpack, all lined up on the table.
"Hey boys!" He yelled. "I've got some yummy dessert and ice cream for you! Stop playing your game and have a snack!"
The boys all looked at each other. "He thinks we were playing a game!"
"Yeah! Let's just eat all that stuff and make him come upstairs for something!"
"Ok, yeah! I'll say my tummy is sick and I gotta puke!"
"Ooh, good one Sammy!"
The boys all started going down the stairs. "Ok! We're coming!"
Ben got out the bowls and spoons, ready to dish up these boys their just desserts. The boys looked at all the food set out and eagerly sat down at the table.
Ben pointed to all the ice cream, "What flavor do you boys like? Chocolate? Fudge? Oh, this one's a cookie dough. You want that?"
The boys all yelled their favorite flavor at Ben who piled their bowls up high. Soon the boys were all stuffing their faces with the delicious goodness. Ben causally walked out to the front closet to grab the rest of the stuff from his backpack.
"Man, this babysitter's not half bad! Ice cream right off the bat! He'll be a regular push over!"
"Hey, just hurry up and eat. The stuff's drying!"
"Ok, ok! Pushy!"
"Dummy!"
While the boys were arguing, Ben had shoved all the silk ties in his pockets and grabbed the spray bottle of jalapeno juice. He hooked the bottle in his belt loop for quick access like a cowboy's pistol. Then he got behind the oldest boy, Aston, who was sitting at the head of the table. Ben had tied a slip knot loop on the end of the silk necktie to make things easy. He took out one tie, looped it around Aston's hand, tightened the knot, and pulled it behind Aston's chair. Ben quickly grabbed Aston's other hand and pulled it back. He tied them both together in a flash. He looped it through the back of the chair, keeping both of Aston's hands stuck in place.
The boys all stood up shouting, "Hey! What the fuck!"
Ben brought out the spray bottle and shot them all in the face with the jalapeno juice. The boys all started crying, covering their burning eyes when their hands. Ben walked over to each one, grabbing their hands and tying them to the backs of their chairs. In a matter of seconds, the Tyke boys were all tied up in their chairs. After tying up Sammy, Ben turned around and blasted Aston in the face, just for good measure.
With all the boys tied up, crying, and helpless, Ben walked casually up to the table with a big wooden spoon. He took a bite of ice cream from one of their bowls. The boys watched him enjoy it through their red, watery eyes. They gritted their teeth in anger and sadness. They couldn't believe they let this happen.
Ben walked around to each boy. "Which one of you likes grabbing balls? You grab babysitter's balls and squeeze them in the bathtub? Huh?"
Without thinking, mostly because he always says whatever he wants with his brothers, Sammy piped up. "Yah, so what? I like grabbing babysitter's balls! They should be squished flat! That's what my brothers say!"
"Oh, really, they say that, huh?" Ben smacked a big wooden spoon into his hand over and over, harder and harder.
The boys all gulped and looked at each other with grim faces, some of their eyes more clearly now. Then they all looked up at Ben as he looked down, straight at their crotches while slapping the big spoon in his hand. This night was not going to be fun for the Tyke boys.
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