Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Adultsonly. The next story is intended only for adults and not suitable for minors. The story deals with children subjected to nudity and harsh bondage. The author does not approve or condone children abuse. This is completely a fictional story. Keys: bondage, nudity, t, m. It runs in the family. David was hurry finishing his homework. He was already feeling that weird sensation. His mother appeared in the door of the kitchen. -David, it is almost hour... - She said. -Yes, mom. I will go immediately. - He answered. The boy looked at his twin sister. -Good night, Cynth. -Good night, David. - She answered. - I... -Yes? -No. Nothing. Forget it. - The girl said. David knew Cynthia did feel pity and a bit embarrassed for what his brothers had to endure, but he thought she must felt relieved not to be subjected to. His mother was in the stairs of the basement. -David, can you talk a little with Jacob? - She asked, sadly. - He is... again... -Yes, mom. Don't worry, please. - He answered. He pushed the strong steel door of Jacob's cell and entered. At the dimly light of the cell, he saw the little pale naked body of his younger brother, already restrained to the table. The ten year old boy was whimpering, again. And squirming. David felt hurt in his heart: he knew what his brother was feeling. Jacob turned his tearful face to his brother. -David... - He sobbed. - Please... -Is only for tonight, Ja. - David spoke softly, holding his brother's hand that grabbed frantic his own. - Tomorrow all will be okay. -I don't want... - The boy sobbed and squirmed again. - Please... David did run his fingers in the black silky hair of the boy, as he supposed his father would do. The boy thought Jacob was feeling very bad. He looked the thin layer of foam to make the cold steel a little comfortable. The feet, inside hard leather boots to protect them. The thin legs, a little spread and subjected firmly to the table with padded leather belts with buckles at the ankles and knees. The hole in the table, just down of the kid's butt, to use if the boy lost control. Another padded belt, a bit loose, over the skinny waist and two more, well tightened, over the weak shoulders. The arms, opened and turned with the palm of the hands up, so the child couldn't try to raise his body, fitted with padded belts on the elbows and wrists. The fingers, bandaged and inside the leather mitts, designed to avoid damages to the hands. The head, over the molded pillow. The straps, that did hold the head around the forehead, were the only ones to be adjusted. The ten years old still didn't fully understand what was happening and why he was there. He only knew that he felt ill and was tied to a cold table. David saw his brother as he was: a young kid, helpless, hurt and scared to death. -It is only one night, Ja. Guess what: you can't move, so I am going to tickle you. - He said, trying to smile, as he plays his fingers in Jacob's armpit and side. - Cootchie, cootchie. Jacob loved to be tickled, but the boy squirmed, sobbing. David stopped. -Noo... I don't want... - The boy said. - I will use the waist strap... -Be strong. You're strong. - David said, and leaning his body over the table, kissed Jacob's cheek. - I will see you tomorrow, kiddo. -Don't go... - The kid sobbed again. David left the room and his mother entered. David entered in his own cell, just as Jacob's, because just as Jacob, he would be restrained to the table, too. He began to undress. He heard a muffled sound, signal that his mother had adjusted the head straps and was inserting Jacob's teeth protector, similar to those used by boxers. He stopped until heard the same sound... as always. -Mooomy!... - The pitiful shout, full of pain and fear, stopped and followed by the sound of the insulated steel door closing. No more sounds. His mother entered in the cell. David felt pity for her too. The process took his toll on her, too. She looked pale and tired. Sometimes her hands shook. -I'm sorry that you have to undress, David. - She said, trying to smile. - It shouldn't be easy for a thirteen year old big boy. - -Don't worry, mom. I am accustomed to. - He, too, tried to smile. - After all, you're my mom, aren't you? -Yes, my brave David. I am. David climbed up, naked, the table. His mother took the protective boots and fitted them in David's feet, while he was sitting on the table, his legs hanging. -Now, lean back, please. - She said. She began the tying, methodically: right ankle, tightened, left ankle, left knee, right knee. Belt over the belly, a bit loose. Right shoulder, well tightened, left shoulder. Bandaged the fingers with adhesive cloth. A ring was heard upstairs. She went there and returned soon. -It was my aunt? - He asked, as his mother put on him and buckled the mitts. -Yes. She will stay with us this night. She and your sister were already chatting. - She answered. - Are these mitts comfortable? - David did look at them. For some time he had use a set like the ones used by the boxers, with a bar to grab inside the fist. They were quite uncomfortable. -Uh, yes. For a while David hated his aunt Martha. He thought she was a snoopy woman, who wants to enjoy their situation. But later, he understood he was a noble woman, who loves all her nephews and nieces, and tried to help them. She liked to work as a team with her brother, David's father, when he was there. A couple years ago, when his brother was a little confused, she was the one that discretely talk to a metal fabricator to order a table. -You know what I mean, don't you? - She asked. She taught her mother, how to tie David, without danger for the boy, the most comfortable way and easily. David did remember how embarrassed he was when he had to undress in front of her and how he fight being tied. Recently, she kept coming and giving tips for the situation. The woman did pat David's shoulder. At thirteen, he wasn't between the tallest boys of his school. In fact, he was a little under the average. But he was muscular, solidly build. His P.E. coach wanted him to play football. But she kept watching him as her little boy. -Mom, you think dad will return soon? - He asked. -I don't know David. - She sighed and low her sight. - I just don't know. David felt an idiot. -Don't worry, mom. I think he will return very soon. And maybe he will bring a solution. - He said, with a happiness he didn't feel. -We hope, David. We hope. After tightened right elbow, right wrist, left elbow, left wrist, the woman took the straps for the head and began adjustment. Fear run through David. He was afraid of that straps since he knew them. Now he was the little scared boy. -Mom, can we use only the waist strap, only for today? - He asked shyly as his mother got near. His mother recognized the fear on those big, liquid eyes. She began to run her fingers on David's head. -Don't be afraid, David. - She whispered, calmly. - They won't harm you, I promise. We can't use only the waist strap. Do you remember what happened the last time? -Y... yes, but... -Shh. Close your eyes. Don't be afraid. I'm here. - She said, and began to adjust the straps around David's head. The boy moaned and a tear run away from his eyes. -You're my brave boy, David. - She said, buckling the last strap. Now David's head was immobilized against the molded pillow. - You can open your eyes. - David opened big eyes, full of fear and pain. The process was beginning. A sound was heard in the door. Cynthia showed her face. -Mom, aunt Martha said Jacob began. - She said with her shy voice. -Go away, Cynth! Mom, I don't want her to see me naked... - Said David, almost sobbing. -I'm sorry... - Said Cynthia, pitiful, walking upstairs. -Shh, David. She won't see you. Calm down. - She said. The woman raised her eyes to the closed circuit TV camera for vigilance, in the corner of the cell. - I'm about to finish, Martha. David got rigid, shut his eyes and clench his teeth. Then he relaxed and open his eyes. -Is it beginning? -Yes, mom. - He said. -Open your mouth, David. The UFO is about landing. - She said trying to play a little. David smiled and opened his mouth and his mothers did slid and press the teeth protector. -Mom, can you stay a little with me? Please! - Begged David, feeling afraid again. -David, you know is about the hour... - She said. -Yes, but we still have a lot of time... - He answered, with his shy voice. The woman patted David's face. -Shh, don't be afraid, David. You're brave. Nothing will happen and tomorrow you will be okay. - She whispered. - After all, I will be watching you, in the monitor. I will help, if you need. -Don't let Cynth see me naked, please. - -She won't, my boy. - The woman said, kissing David's cheek. - Good night, David. -Good night, mom. The door closed and David heard the lock click. The boy thought that he was there again, alone and scared, restrained to the table. The pain was increasing. At that time he fully understood the suffering of his little brother: David experienced the process lately on his eleven years. Jacob was barely ten the first time. His experience was quite bad in his more muscular body, and can imagine the effects on the skinny body of the boy. And not to know what was that. David thought that by that time, Jacob would be squirming, violently, feeling his blood boiling in his veins, scared, without knowing what was happening. Just like him, but even worse. And the transformation itself wasn't painlessly, neither. Bones, flesh, organs, transformed themselves. They grow and changed forms and sizes. All the body and the basic chemistry of the organism changes. David got rigid again. He didn't relax then. The process. All because of the damn moon. Because the werewolves transformed in that way. Because some of the males of their family transform in werewolves. Soon: It runs in the family II: taming the werewolves. Feedback. Do you like this story? Do you dislike it? I would like to hear from you. danilong1@yahoo.com Thank You For Your Time.