I dont know if someone hacked my site,or if it was some kind of virus,I have no idea,but rest assured,if I casnt find out what happend I will make a new one. I liked the set up,plus I still think there should be a place to discuss whatevery you feel or want to talk about,or ask questions about bondage,in a nice "safe" place.

Thank you for asking. and as always

Like Marvel Comic's Movie franchise, I shall return.
Ciao.

When I was a young boy, my teenage cousin always used to hold me on her lap with her hands cinched back into my stomach extremely tight. And I just loved it!!

Sometimes when I tried to get up, my cousin wouldn't let me go, she'd just pull me back into place on her lap, and "tighthold" me even tighter. And then there was my babysitter, and how I got her to tighthold me...

Galen's World of Tightholding. If you haven't been by lately, I've added some new cases of other people who got tightheld when they were kids. And we've got a Tighthold Forum where you can discuss your own childhood tighthold experiences. Drop on by and visit!

I dont have the mentaly that " it's my book,and I am the boss" If not for people posting you have nothing but 'space',but I guess you do need some rules. The games I played with my sister were just games,nothing sexual. I am by nature a very laid back guy,but when it comes to kiddie porn, I give no quater,and when they bring "bondage" into the mix,forget it.

Bondage and the word 'bondage' Still gets a bad rap,evan Love bondage.Maybe ONE day we can talk openly outside of sites like this,but I fear that is a LONG way off,but we are much more open about it,then we were in the late 70's

Ok my sermon is done,:) sory for interupting the 'flow' :)

I could see the house lights as I approached. There were only a few people outside now, and they were staying on the veranda. I could hear the music emanating from the house. The party was still in full swing, and I wondered if anyone would wonder what had become of me during the past hour. Although I had arrived alone that evening, my costume had caught quite a few admiring glances. I also wondered if anyone would miss Steve. Probably not. His boorish, obnoxious behavior made him an unwelcome addition to any Halloween festivity.

I climbed the steps to the veranda. One or two people gave me a questioning glance, but otherwise went about their affairs. The house was a welcome relief from the chill of the night air. A bunch of people were crowding a sofa, watching a video of “Halloween”. Jamie Lee Curtis was running across a street, pursued by the masked fiend. The costumed guests were either cheering on the fiend or the damsel in distress. “Lisa, girl.” I was suddenly aware of Kelly standing beside me. “Where have you been? I thought you had got lost or something!”

“Nope,” I giggled. “Here I am. I just thought I would step out for a breath of fresh air.”

“Well. You were sure gone for a long time.” Kelly suddenly looked puzzled. “Wasn’t Steve with you. What happened to him, anyway?”

I smiled mischievously. “I don’t know. Maybe he got tied up somewhere.” I quickly changed he subject. “So, how are things going with the party here?”

Kelly stood there smiling at me. I wonder if she thought that I was up to something. Who knows what she suspected was going on . . .

To be continued . . .

to start things off me and Michelle have been best friends since about 2nd grade so we played the usual cops and robbers deal but when we hit about 13 we started to play well more advanced games not really cops and robbers but this is when the real tying and taping began well this particular day we were just doing the usual i was stayin over at her house for the night and my mom knew that but her little brother had a Cub Scout meeting and my mom and hers are 2 of the den mothers so her mom didnt know about me stayin over nor did her dad so we were doing our usual playing games and watchin tv now Michelle is pretty for her age brown hair hazel eyes tall and slender in my opinion i think shes pretty so anyways were there im sitting on the floor and shes laying on the bed and im leaning up against it as we watch a movie(Bring It On no not my choice either lol)but as were watching it she moves her head next to mine and wraps her arms around my neck gently"wanna have some fun?"she asked me and i smiled a bit and sorta knew what she meant"sure"i said and i sorta thought she wanted to cuddle by what she was doing"ya know my mom doesnt know your sleeping over tonight neither does my dad"she told me and i smiled thinking this would be good id get to cuddle with her some more and not be interupted(usually my mom and hers like to order pizza and stuff after the cub scout meetings)so we both agreed that we would cuddle well at least i thought thats what she meant so i went to move up onto the bed but she kept her arms around my neck even though gently just like a little hug thing and i smiled and leaned back a bit"hey im gonna go get us some soda"i told her and i should have known when her eyes lit up and the grin formed on her face she was up to something but i was just looking forward to cuddling but instead i got up and went to the kitchen and looked for soda and grabbed 2 cans brought them back to the room(which now the lights were off only with the light from the tv lighting the room)and i set the cans down on her dresser and laughed a bit"Michelle come on out"i figured she was in the closet since thats the only hiding area in her room so i went over to it and opened the door and looked in but she wasnt there and when i turned around i was pushed with my back up against the wall and a hand clamped over my mouth and i tried to push her off i knew it was her only because no one else was home at the time cept for her older sister downstairs and with her other hand she pushed my arms back up against the wall as i "mmphhed"into her hand and i knew she was gonna try something once again so she pulled me off the wall hand still over my mouth and walked behind me and pulled my arms back but still keeping me handgagged"dont even try to scream cause no one will hear you"she whispered to me as she licked her lips in my ear to tease me and pushed me out of the closet and onto the bed and pushing my face down into a pillow to muffle my attepmted cries and she cuffed one of my hands with her real(not trick)cuffs and pulled me back up and put her hand over my mouth again and pulled me back over to the closet and put the cuffed hand over her bar that was at the top of the closet(it was that high but it was strong)and cuffed my other hand so both my hands were cuffed above my head as i began to ask her"Michelle what ar...mmmmm!!"she once again put her hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet or it'll be worse so as soon as she left the closet i started to scream and she quickly grabbed her roll of duct tape and ripped off a strip and placed it over my mouth then another 2 strips to make sure i was silenced she gave me a wicked grin as i gave her the"you'll get payedback"look as i pulled at the cuffs and"mmmphed"into the 3 thick pieces of tape as she smiled again and looked at the clock"my my its almost 3AM and moms not home yet?"she later found out that her mother had been down stairs talking with her sister then looking back at me"well im tired im gonna get some sleep"she leaned in and kissed my lips through the tape with a grin"nighty night Ian"she laughed as i struggled to break free and tried to scream and she shut the door as i sat there through the night sorta pissed off and already thinking of ways of revenge when morning came around she left me in the closet even through church so when she came back(still no one but her knew i was there)she opened the closet(and i did get some sleep this is after i was awake again)and she smiled"i think you've been in here long enough but if you'll be a good boy ill let you out"so she moved forward and removed the tape from my mouth as i spoke right away"what the hell was that all about?!"i was sorta pissed but then again i liked it she put her hand over my mouth"maybe i shouldnt let you go you dont seem very nice"i looked at her and pulled my head back"well i thought we were gonna cuddle ya know like friends do i didnt expect this you usually ask me if we wanna play this time you just acted im not totally mad but i wasnt up for it tonight now can you uncuff me?"so she did as i grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall with a smile"my turn"i took her out of the closet and over to the bed as she begged me not to tie her up she didnt want to be tied up at the moment she told me but and i could tell by the look on her face so i just warned her not to do it suprisedly again or at least if i say no then dont do it so i didnt tie her up that time but there were other times and i just layed on her bed with her as she apoligized for it but shes my best friend she didnt have to apoligize for it i told her then her mom came in"oh hello Ian when did you get here?"..."just a few minutes ago"i looked at Michelle with a smile.

well thats all for now i need to get to bed i hoped you enjoyed it lemme know peace to y'all !IAN!

Peace out - Some guy named Bob

Paragraphs and line breaks are also making it easier for us to understand.

Thank you!

Cpenny

They all laughed as they led me through the rec room to a storage area under the front porch. This was the only part of the basement that was not finished. It was about eight feet wide and ran the width of the house. It’s wall were all cinderblock and a simple cement floor. Sharon’s parents used it for storage and for some reason it was pretty empty. There was an old picnic table sitting in the middle of the floor one end of was pushed up against a post that supported the porch floor. I was quickly lifted up on to the table. My back against to post. My hands were retied and more rope was wound around my chest, I should mention that ( .I was wearing a pair of jeans , halter top and sneakers.) While Sharon and Carla tied my upper body to the post Susan and Stacy went to work tying my legs to the table. They wound rope around my legs above and below the knee feeding it through the slats on the table. Next Susan rolled up my jean cuffs a few turns while Stacy taped my ankles together then used more rope to decure them to the table.
Satisfied that I wasn’t going anywhere they all stepped back to admire their handy work. Sharon , looking vary pleased with their work turned to the others and said “So we know she is loving this, what shall we do now”. Just then Carla spoke up “ So Karen You really like this , don’t you?” “mmmmmm” witch is gag speak for “ LET ME OUT OH HERE”. “You know girls I would be really cool of her to admit she really loves being tied up .” Sue said. “Well” said Sue “ I guess we could torture it out of her” They all laughed. “Ok darling” Sharon said holding my chin between her fingers. “My admit you like this or we are going to torture until you do.” My first instinct was to panic but that wouldn’t do any good, besides we were all friends and I knew they wouldn’t really hurt me . Even so I was getting pretty uncomfortable so I thought I would take a shot at ending it. “mmmmmmmmmm” I shouted shaking my head up and down in a “yes” motion. “See” said Carla “She admits she likes it!” Well good for her “ said Sharon “ but I think we should torture her any way!!” They all laughed.
”Why not” said Sue as she gave me a little pinch on the cheek. Then Sharon started untying my sneakers. As she did she looked me in the eye “Now we are all going to have some fun” she smirked. As she pulled off my sneakers (I was not wearing any socks) Carla showed up with some black cord she used to tie my toes together. She pulled the loose end of the cord back and tied it around my ankles stretching my feet back so the arched , I couldn’t even wiggle my toes.
Finally Stacy tied a long black scarf around my eyes plunging me into total darkness. A few seconds later I heard the all leave. The room grew silent and I was all alone. TO BE CONTINUED---

I'm joking, of course, but this whole "vanishment" of many sites over the last few months is really starting to annoy the living hell out of me. And I'm sure I ain't alone.

Nice stories, by the way. Keep'em comin', folks!
Like cobwebs, I shall return. Ciao.

I would say one thing though, do not make what he loves and enjoys seem bad or abnormal in anyway otherwise you will make things worse, and he will not thank you for it in the future. Do not give him a complex, but be glad that he has confided in you and that you can help to make him happy instead of sad. Teenage years are difficult enough and at nearly 15 he is starting on the road to becoming a man. The one thing you have on your side as parents is that he is not doing anything behind your back but has been honest and straight up with you. I feel that you owe it to him to respect his wishes. However, this is a very difficult situation you are in and I can only hope that you all can make the right decision, which will benefit you as a family.

You are not perverts as you are carrying out his wishes and doing it because he wants it, and you are not doing it against his will. There is no abuse-taking place only a sort of play tied up situation, which your son obviously enjoys. I do not know if he will or will not grow out of it by hey there is enough tying up on television, films soaps etc as my MSN community will testify to. Just because children love to be tied up or tie each other up does not mean that they are weird or strange in any way. It is no different from other kids playing Superman, Batman, teletubbies etc. In fact I got into tie-ups from watching Batman and mystery children’s series when I was a kid and I am not that old now. I could so easily have been into something else such as action man. It all comes down to that inevitable question what is acceptable but to whom? What are ones boy’s preference got to do with anybody else? It is all use of the imagination and a healthy use of it at that. There is nothing wrong with being tied up or being tied up and gagged if it is done under safe conditions, and it can't be safer than with his parents.

I hope that this has gone some way to giving you the advice you seek, but in reality, the decision comes down to you, your, wife, and your son. The best of luck and my good wishes go with you all, and I really do hope that you and your family come to a mutual decision that benefits you all.

Mark T (the famous gagboy)

Even if you are successful in preventing your son from reading bondage story sites, his desire will remain. I felt terrible about my desire to be bound, when I was younger. This was caused by a prudish attitude instilled in me by my parents.

The only concern I would have is some practical safety. You should insist upon using a "safeword" and safety signal, just in case of serious problems. If the bound person is not gagged, the default safeword is "safeword". If gagged, the default safety signal is three of anything: grunts; thumps; finger snaps; even eyeblinks if anyone is watching - anything. The safeword or safety signal mean the same thing: "Something has gone badly wrong and I'm in real danger so get me out of this now!" Don't ever let him con you into leaving him tied and alone. It's not safe.

As to someone finding out: If they do find out, make it clear that it's your son's decision and you'd prefer to do the tying up yourself and know he's safe than to refuse and possibly have him seeking strangers on the net to "play" with.

I just wanted to let you know that most of the archives are back on-line now. You'll find them on the index page at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/canuck100/www.

There are still some pages missing, but thanks those of you who have offered to help, I'll recuperate most, if not all of the archives soon.

Thanks for being here, and thanks for all the great stories.

As they passed the field, some of the boys, including me, would yell out SCHOOL GIRL, SCHOOL GIRL. Hearing this they would walk as fast as they could to get past us. We would laugh at them and then go back to playing ball.

One day I was near the edge of the field as one of the girls walked by. I had not noticed her there until she was 10 feet away. I had the urge to yell the usual chant but was surprised when she said hello. I looked at her closer seeing she was somewhat nice looking. She looked to be 13 or so, dark hair, and about 2 inches taller than me. I was short for my age, 12, being only 4 foot, 5 inches.

After saying hello I quietly asked her name hoping the other boys would not hear or notice me talking to her. She said it was Sarah. Then she asked about the game we were playing, what game it was. I told her that it was called kick ball. She said that she never had played it before. She wanted to but she was not allowed to get her school uniform dirty.
She then asked what other games we played. Trying to show off I said Cowboys and Indians where we capture people and they tried to escape.
She then said that was a neat game and asked if I liked being tie up and was I good at escaping. I said yes because I found that due to my smaller size I could wiggle free of most tie ups.
She then asked where do we play that game. I said in the playground equipment building when the custodian was not working. He always forgot to lock the door. There was not much in there but a few chairs and an old desk.
Sarah said that she would meet me in that building tomorrow to see how well I played the game.

The next day came and I waited inside the old equipment building for Sarah. The boys were out in the field playing when I heard someone tap two times on the door. I then heard Sarah’s voice. “Is there anyone there”?
I quickly opened the door finding Sarah standing with her book bag and another small backpack.
She said that she had brought all the needed tie up things in her backpack.
She asked me to sit in one of the chairs but first I was required to remove my pants , shoes, and shirt. Not wanting to sound like a wimp I did so..
Getting excited about being tied up by a girl I sat down.
She then pulled out a bandana from her extra pack.
She said she would blind fold me so I would not see how was being secured. I was nervous about being tied by someone I did not really know but the excitement kept me from complaining.
After blindfolding me I could hear her taking something out of her bag. It did not sound like rope but sounded more like metal chains. Sarah then said “my dad is a cop and I borrowed these handcuffs from him”.
I said that is not how we play, we use rope and pieces of cloth. She said that she did not have any cloth or ropes and had to use what she could find. And she said that I needed to be quiet or she would quiet me down. Hearing this I started to say stop please when suddenly I found myself gagged.
She quickly then pu the handcuffs on me, locking each hand and arm down separately to the legs of the chair. She then locked my ankles together.
Sarah then said “ok tough boy try to escape”. I tried to squeeze out of the cuffs but was unable to do so.
She then laughed, pinched my nose once and said she would be right back.
It was kinda damp and cool inside the building and I was feeling scared and nervous and cold.
I could hear her moving around in the room although I could see nothing through the blindfold.
She finally returned after what seemed forever but was really around 10 minutes.
She said” you look like you are cold”. I was cold and shivering thinking this was not a good idea.
She then said “I have something here that will make you feel warmer”. “Now you must not fight me or I will leave you here for yur friends to find, that would be funny here in only your underwear”.
“I want you to nod yes that you will not fight or struggle”.
I nodded yes no knowing what was coming next.

More to follow!

More to come !!

To be continued

Welcome back, Canuck! You were sorely missed. It's good to see this site back in action again. And thanks to mixmasterb, who sent me an e-mail alerting me of its revival. I will place the new link to this site on Knotbusters ASAP.

My childhood stories will resume where they left off right here on December 1, 2001.

Captive Penny, keep fighting the good fight. I look forward to seeing you and the gang back online again. Doug R.

My father served in the armed forces and I was fortunate to spend two years or so of my childhood in the mid 60's on an island in the Mediterranean (I was between 12 and 13 when these stories commence). Our community was self contained and a considerable number of the boys were involved in scouting. With no English language TV (and no computer games etc!) this became one of our chief activities apart from swimming. The climate enabled us to enjoy an outdoor existence all the year round but we were doubly fortunate in that our scout unit had the virtually exclusive use of extensive woodland and rocky scrub extending to approximately 20 acres (a considerable area).

I had been a member of other scout groups before my arrival in this "boy's paradise" and at each one tie up games and situations were not uncommon (give any group of small boy some lengths of rope and ask them to practice knots and they will, without any doubt, within a few minutes be doing so on one another!) but on my arrival here I found it had developed almost to an art form! Naturally, as families came and went our member (and players) changed. No boy was ever coerced into taking part but we were never short of participants. However, all those who joined in knew that if captured they would certainly be tied up in what ever way their captor pleased and might be subjected to "torture" (the ubiquitous tickle torture - never underestimate its effectiveness or the ferocity with which young boys can administer it to their chums!).

Why were these games so popular? For my own part I was always nervous of being tied up, I think in part from a reluctance to appear less dextrous than others through an inability to escape my bonds (in retrospect a foolish fear since I don't recall many instances of a boy actually freeing himself after being bound by the principle protagonists). On the other hand, I already knew that I found the loss of freedom and the knowledge that one never quite knew what might happen next wildly exciting in every sense of the word. I think perhaps that overcoming my fears was part of the turn on. As the climate was hot and we were all generally scantily clad (a tee shirt and gym shorts became almost a uniform) it wasn't difficult to tell that others were affected similarly. However, no reference was ever made to our "excitement", our ages ranged from approximately 12 years to about 15½ and certainly amongst us younger boys we did not understand such stirrings - there were no sexual connotations. That no girls were involved was simply a sign of the times. Mixed scouting was years away in the UK and certainly the younger players hadn't started to discover the "fairer sex".

I believe these games probably grew from an extension of the "cops and robbers/war games" played by most youngsters then. We generally carried water pistols and our rules stated that if hit by the opposition you were required to surrender. The great advantage over the "bang, bang your dead" scenario was that, by taking prisoners and tying them up, gagging them and (possibly) "torturing" them, we were able to achieve a greater and more satisfying degree of realism.

I would be the last to deny that some of the acts perpetrated on our mates had inherent dangers. I would most certainly discourage any younger readers from attempting to emulate what we did. However, in mitigation I would just say that no one ever (fortunately) sustained any real injury beyond occasional bruised wrists and/or ankles and I don't recall any regular player deciding that he no longer wished to take part.

Our leaders certainly knew what took place from time to time (a few of our "activities" took place at regular scout meetings or camps) but in those "pre PC" days they chose not to interfere so long as no one was hurt or singled out for bullying (which in my memory never took place). We were grateful to them for their forbearance. I also think that some parents must have had some idea of what took place at weekends but again they never interfered. Certainly my own must have seen my bruised wrists from time to time (when dressed only in shorts and short sleeved shirts for most of the time it would be difficult to conceal them). Never once did they make any comment and for this I was truly appreciative.

Finally, the stories are in essence true. I have remarkably graphic memories of all the games we played. I am sure everyone will realise that the dialogue is not original. I have tried to convey the atmosphere and camaraderie that prevailed amongst a large group of boys of disparate age who formed a very close friendship. I hope everyone will forgive this in the interests of making the stories (hopefully) more enjoyable.

And so to the next tale...

At last the day arrived and my three buddies called for me early so that we could lay our plans and see what else might be cooking in the woods. The other three were still enjoying the joke of my being made to walk home with my hands tied behind me by my older brother Chris, after our last get together. I told them it was wearing a little thin and that they had better beware since I was still looking for revenge for their part in Chris's scheme.

In this way we arrived in the woods in high spirits some time before midday and immediately heard the sound of hammering coming from behind the dense undergrowth. We followed the sound to the clearing in front of Mike's patrol hut where he, Matthew, Peter and several others were gathered, all dressed as we were in blue cotton gym shorts and tee shirts of various colours. They were all camping overnight and some tents were pitched close by. Peter was hammering long steel tent pegs into the hard ground with a mallet. Curious, we asked what was going on. "I'm surprised you need to ask," Mike responded, grinning mischievously. "Come and look. We are knocking these pegs into the ground exactly where they were when we staked you and James out here a few weeks ago. Wasn't it clever of us to protect the holes? We thought we might as well prepare the site for you in advance." I glanced to the left and saw four more stakes already hammered home, each one standing about a foot clear of the ground and shuddered involuntarily, remembering how effectively we had been secured.

Peter finished his hammering and looking up with a gleam in his eye said, "It's a good thing you are here early. Now we can check and make sure we've got everything right!" For some inexplicable reason I didn't grasp what he meant but suddenly I sensed my buddies had drawn away from me slightly and as Mike cried, "Get him!" I was pounced on by six boys and wrestled to the ground. Despite struggling furiously and protesting loudly at the infamy of their unprovoked attack I was soon lying on my back with a boy sitting astride my stomach pinning my shoulders to the ground while other hands held my kicking ankles. Looking up I saw Mike stooping over me holding several lengths of rope and in no time at all my wrists and ankles were being tightly lashed to the prepared stakes. The boys holding me down stood up and I lay, hot and sweaty and gasping for breath after my exertions. With my limbs stretched tightly to the pegs I lay with my back arched, my whole body as taught as a bowstring. There was no doubt - they had definitely got the stakes in the right places!

I continued to protest loudly and Mike laughed, "Just testing it out and you were the obvious candidate. We will let you up in a minute. By the way, what time is Chris arriving - we thought he would be with you." Despite my situation I lay still and stared open mouthed at Mike; I had no idea my big brother was joining us. Mike laughed again as he realised his announcement was a revelation to me. "I had no idea you didn't know. We invited him to join in after the trick he played on you last time and he accepted immediately." I lay still now pondering what I had heard. I wasn't angry with my brother for what he had done, indeed we remained on the best of terms but if a few friends and I could arrange things properly I might yet get revenge! Disappointed that my struggles and protests had ceased my captors released me and the four of us excused ourselves in order to pitch our tents and discuss this news.

It was obvious that if we could manipulate the teams then my brother could be made to pay for humiliating me!

It had been agreed in advance that our "game" would be a straight forward and wide ranging version of Capture the Flag, with two opposing teams of approximately equal strength and broad limits to the territory as we were expecting at least 15 players and maybe more (It seemed that almost the whole troop had decided to participate including some who were not usually party to our acts of barbarity). Two bases would be established at opposite ends of the woods and those of us who were camping for the weekend had pitched our tents accordingly. A flag would be flown at each of these bases and the game would end when the opposing side took one of these. This was, however, only really symbolic since this could only happen when all the opposing side had been captured and duly accounted for. For the benefit of those who would have to return home a time limit was set and in the event of this limit being reached the game would be decided by the number of prisoners held. It was of course understood by us all that any one being captured would be bound and might be "tortured" for information. We were "armed" with our trusty water pistols and the rule of surrendering when hit applied. Otherwise, it was to be pretty well open warfare with anything goes short of causing serious pain or physical harm.

Tents etc. duly pitched we gathered at lunchtime at Mike's base. Doting parents had provided enough cold food to provide a substantial lunch for the eighteen boys who were now present, presumably well pleased to have their offspring "off their hands" for the best part of the weekend. While we ate, we discussed our plans and decided our teams, the mainstay of which was our regular players but now augmented by our less frequent buddies. As usual James and I would be teamed together, joined by David, Robert, Stuart and Ken. Matthew and Paul (two brothers who have featured in my tales previously) would join us together with Colin (13), not new to our activities but not a regular participant either. We were amazed that eighteen boys had gathered for the fun and in the middle of our discussions my sixteen year old brother, Chris arrived. I was desperate to ensure that Chris would join the opposition (how else could we arrange his capture and torture?) but Mike argued forcefully that, while our two teams were equal numerically we were weaker as our average age was less. After a long argument I was forced to give way and Chris joined our "mob". As this decision was reached I saw his eyes meet Mike's and a fleeting smile passed across his face. I should have realised then that all was not as it seemed but the moment passed and was forgotten as we moved out to our own base to make our plans and deploy our forces...

Chris suggested we should have two boys concealed at our base area in case Mike decided to try and raid our stores and after a little discussion Colin and Ken volunteered for this. Our tents were surrounded by dense undergrowth providing plenty of cover and we agreed with Chris that it was unlikely the others would come in much force. In those circumstances Colin and Ken were instructed to observe proceedings and attempt to link up with more of us when we would attempt a counter attack. Our strategy was otherwise simply to be based on first concealing ourselves carefully and then watching for the enemy grabbing any chance we might have for taking prisoners while remaining free ourselves. Chris cautioned against launching an attack directly on the opposition's base unless we were forced to retaliate since he felt sure it would be heavily defended and consequently we would suffer heavy losses. Each of us disclosed where we were planning to conceal ourselves initially and just before 3.30pm (the agreed starting time) we moved out silently to take up our positions.

James and I, as inseparable as always, set out together but once out of sight of the others James caught me by the arm and said, "We are not going where we said. Follow me!" He led me to a dry ditch, quite overgrown with thick bushes. It effectively formed a tunnel beneath the vegetation in which we could move quite freely while keeping a large area under observation and at the same time remaining concealed. We made ourselves comfortable and at last we were able to discuss matters freely. I asked James why he had brought me here rather than our declared hideout and he surprised me by reminding me of the look that passed between my brother and Mike earlier when the teams were decided - I didn't realise that anyone else had noticed. "It may not be important, but his was the major influence on the way we were deployed this afternoon," he added.

"What do you think is going on?" I asked. "I don't know, but somehow I don't trust him" James replied.

We sat for a further 15 minutes or so and I pondered James's words when suddenly I realised that, if he were right, Ken and Colin were in grave danger. "I must go and warn them" I told James. "If I am not back here in half an hour try to make contact with the others and warn them what we suspect, but whatever you do don't take any risks. If Chris is playing a double game, he knows all our hiding places and they will simply wipe us out. Above all, don't attempt a rescue until you have made contact with at least some of them" I added bravely, although I didn't feel so!

I silently slipped out of our ditch and using the undergrowth and dense shrubs for cover crept silently towards our base. I knew James was an excellent shot with a water pistol and was well able to look after himself.

Arriving at last at our base camp I peered out from my hiding place and was horrified by what I saw. Colin and Ken were both struggling on the ground, their hands tightly bound behind their backs, and their ankles lashed together. Both boys were securely gagged. Colin was already hog tied and Mark, one of the opposition was in the process of completing the same operation on Ken, lashing his wrists and ankles together so tightly that his fingers were brushing his heals. Mark was accompanied by Andrew who was watching Mark's work approvingly. As I watched, my brother sidled out of the bushes opposite and congratulated our two enemies! They were not in the least surprised to see Chris and told him delightedly how easy it had been to shoot my two buddies before either was aware they were being watched.

"You had better get these two back to your base as quickly as possible and get them well trussed up" laughed Chris. "I don't think my brother and his pals suspect a thing so we should be able to finish this in no time at all! I've caught Stuart and have him trussed up and hidden away but I'm a bit worried that I was unable to find James and my brother. They were supposed to be together but neither was where they said they would be. When you have these two back at camp can you collect Stuart too?" He looked at Ken and Colin struggling on the ground and said, "Don't expect to be rescued - your mates will heed my advice and keep well clear of our stronghold for the time being. You will be well guarded anyway, but all being well we will have some more company for you shortly!"

All was blindingly clear and James's suspicions were fully confirmed - Chris had been in league with Mike's team from the beginning and would betray us all if he had the chance. What had happened to filial devotion? I already knew the answer to this one - Chris would delight in capturing me even more than my mates! I would have to try to warn them immediately and then launch an attack on their base with the aim of rescuing Ken and Colin (and Stuart).

Meanwhile, Andrew had released Colin from his hog-tie, while he told him that he would be escorted back to their base and not to make any trouble. He began to untie his ankles and I decided the time had come to move out. This I did silently but as I moved away I carelessly trod on a dry branch which cracked like a rifle shot. I dived for cover pulling out my water pistol which was tucked into the top of my shorts as I did so. I heard someone trampling through the bushes and whipped round, but too late. A body dropped down on top of me none too gently, pushed me over onto my stomach, pinned me down with a knee in the small of my back and twisted my right arm up painfully behind my back. I let out a yelp of pain and a hand clamped tightly over my mouth. "Aha, a spy! You really should be more careful, little brother," a voice said cheerfully. "I guess you have worked out what is going on! Lie quite still and don't struggle and I will ease your arm a little." I complied with my captor's request and the pressure on my arm eased. "Now, stand up slowly and walk into the clearing." I felt his knee removed from my back and had no option but to do as I was told as he pulled my arm upwards, all the while keeping his hand tight over my mouth. In this undignified way I was brought the few yards into the clearing in front of our own tents. Then I was forced down onto my stomach again...

After this diversion everyone's attention was once more on me. Andrew pulled out the only cloth in my pocket and said to Chris, "Have you another one? I doubt this will be sufficient to keep Richard quiet!"

For a moment Chris was nonplussed. "No, I used mine on Stuart". After a pause he said "no matter, find me a short branch, about 12 inches long and say 1 inch in diameter." Andrew immediately disappeared and I was left worrying as to what Chris had in mind. The former returned in a few minutes. "That's fine" said Chris, "Now trim off the bark with your knife and I'll complete this one's gag!" After a few minutes he seemed satisfied with Andrew's workmanship. The stick was now well trimmed, free of bark and relatively smooth. "Right, fold the cloth into a pad and wrap it around the wood" my brother instructed. Andrew complied and handed it to Chris, all the while looking mystified. The latter triumphantly placed it across my mouth and ordered me to open up. Suddenly, I realised what he had in mind and began struggling furiously. "Hold him!" Chris ordered and Andrew seized my nose between finger and thumb. Unable to shake him off I nevertheless clamped my jaws tight shut as I writhed around on the ground trying to avoid my persecutors. They both knew however that this could not last - finally in desperation I opened my mouth to take in a deep breath and Chris forced the padded stick between my teeth. "OK, I've got it! Get some cord and tie it in place". I felt Andrew's hands looping rope around the wood and tying it tightly at the back of my head. The stick was pulled hard back into my mouth, forcing my teeth apart and leaving me incapable of any noise more than a faint mmmpppfh. "Sorry about that, Titch," said my brother. "We'll try to make you a little more comfortable when we have you back at base."

My mind was racing. It was quite clear from what I had overheard earlier that the opposition had at least one, probably two, people guarding their base (and us shortly). I knew that James would realise something was wrong soon (if he hadn't done so already) and the longer we could keep our three captors occupied, the better his chances of making contact with Robert, David and the others since there must be no more than five of the enemy in the field. Colin's abortive bid for freedom had helped and I decided I would resist being moved to their base no matter what the consequences.

I now lay bound on the ground (my ankles had been tied) but my thoughts were interrupted by the approach of Chris. "Time to move out, little brother" he laughed. Mark untied my feet and I was hauled upright by the other two boys. I immediately started to struggle furiously, lashing out in every direction with my feet, gratified by their groans as I made contact with their shins. I felt their grip on my shoulders loosen, shook myself free and dashed for the far side of the clearing. I was hampered by my bound hands bumping behind me and I wasn't at all clear what I would do in the most unlikely event of my escaping but all I could think of was to play for time. Not surprisingly I was pursued and brought down as Colin had been earlier. Mark sat on top of me but I continued to struggle and kick out. Suddenly I felt a firm grasp on my legs, which I knew to be Chris's and within moments rope was being wound around my ankles, cinched off tightly between them and securely knotted.

"That was a silly waste of time," said my brother, "particularly as you might have hurt someone. You are our prisoner and we need you to walk with us back to our base. Please co-operate or we will find some other way to deal with you." As a reply I struggled furiously in my bonds all the while shaking my head. Lashing out with my bound ankles I unexpectedly made contact with someone's shins and heard Chris grunt. Once more my legs were pinned down and my trainers and socks were pulled off. It was clear Chris was becoming exasperated but I had gone so far along this path I no longer cared and we were certainly winning time. As I continued my ferocious but futile struggles he called for Andrew's help and while Chris pinned me down, told him to untie my hands and retie them in front of me palm to palm. These instructions were efficiently carried out and then, with Andrew's help, Chris pulled my bound arms above my head. He then tied a second rope to the lashing on my wrists, pulled them with some force, back behind my head, forced my ankles up over my butt and tied the rope to them. The effect was a sort of hog-tie. "What now?" asked Mark. "We'll carry him, since he isn't prepared to walk" Chris replied. "Look in the tents and you should find a stave - fetch it!"

While Mark was busy, he turned his attention to my two compatriots who were looking wide-eyed at me and wondering what would happen next. "Can I assume you are both willing to co-operate now?" he asked. The two bound boys nodded vigorously. "Good, but to make sure you don't try to run off like Colin did earlier we will hobble your ankles. Don't worry, you will have no difficulty walking but running will be out of the question." He left Andrew to deal with my friends, untying their ankles and then retying them with a piece of rope approximately eighteen inches long, as Mark returned with the staff, an Ash pole six feet long and about 1½ inches in diameter. Chris rolled me over onto my side and said, "Are you going to be sensible and come quietly?" I had come too far now to give in - I shook my head and glared fiercely back over my gag. Reluctantly he shrugged his shoulders and told Mark to push the staff between my bound wrists, down behind my back and then between my ankles. Tied as I was, resistance was out of the question and his instructions were carried out within seconds. At last I realised that he intended to carry me suspended from the pole. I had experienced this on a couple of occasions before but then I had been carried "face up". Now I was to be carried face down, my hands behind my head, but being stubborn I wasn't going to give in now so I resigned myself to my fate certain that their progress would be much more difficult than if I agreed to walk. Colin and Ken were hauled to their feet by Andrew and remained standing, completely subdued. The rope connecting my hands and feet was removed but I was prevented from bringing my hands in front of me or straightening my legs by the staff holding them behind me.

At a signal from Chris, he and Mark slowly lifted the pole, I felt my weight gradually taken by the lashings on my wrists and ankles and I suddenly found myself in mid air, swinging gently from the staff, my head hanging down between my bound arms. Andrew prodded his prisoners who moved out without any resistance, followed by my bearers and me.

Our captors made no effort to use any cover on their trek and it was therefore accomplished without incident in a little over five minutes. As we were marched into the clearing outside Mike's patrol hut we were met by Simon and Graham (two irregular players, both 14) who were clearly to be our guards. I was lowered to the ground and lay quite still while Colin and Ken were made to sit and their ankles were retied. The pole was withdrawn, my hands were untied, pulled behind my back, and my wrists crossed and once again I found myself trussed like my two friends. "Fetch some water" Chris instructed one of the other boys, and while he was gone he removed our gags. "You all must be thirsty," he said. He looked at me and added "We will leave your mouths free until you have had a drink. How are you feeling, not too sore Titch?"

"Oh, I'm fine," I grinned. "You had to do what you had to do, and so did I". He left us sitting together while the others withdrew into a huddle on the far side of the clearing. I guessed they were discussing their tactics. We at least had a few moments to discuss our predicament.

Colin and Ken were desperate to enquire after me but I assured them all was well - my arms and legs just ached a little. "Why did you not just agree to walk here?" they both asked. I explained that James and I had realised something was wrong, that I had come to warn them too late, arriving just before my brother appeared. Chris knew the initial hiding places of all our team (we had forgotten for the moment that poor Stuart was also being held captive somewhere) and that by delaying him for as long as possible James would have a better chance of getting them out of danger. Dusk was beginning to fall and we had an advantage over my brother in that we knew these woods much better than he did. They agreed my plan had probably succeeded but were concerned at the cost to me. I reassured them that I was fine although my wrists were a little sore, not helped by being once more tightly bound behind my back. In this they assured me I wasn't alone!

Simon returned with water bottles and our captors approached us in a group, although I noticed Andrew slip quietly away. We drank greedily as the bottles were held to our lips. As we were all finished the bushes opposite parted and Andrew returned, pushing Stuart before him. As the latter staggered into the clearing I was shocked by the change wrought in my pal. He was of course tightly gagged and in addition to his hands being tied behind his back his arms had also been pulled behind him and bound so that his elbows were touching (fortunately Stuart was, like me, both slim and very flexible). Stuart was fair haired and very particular about his appearance, always seeming to be immaculate even when dressed in nothing but shorts and tee shirt. He was one of the few to have arrived today in a white shirt but now this latter garment was missing and he was clothed simply in his blue shorts. When he had been left hidden and tied up earlier he had obviously used considerable exertion to free him self (a futile effort in view of his bound arms). His fair hair, normally immaculately groomed was now lank with sweat and filthy with the dirt and sand it had attracted. His chest and face were similarly caked with grime and the sweat still glistened on his ribs. He was now unbelievably dishevelled and dirty and looked the epitome of a kidnap victim! As he was forced face down onto the ground he shot his captor an angry look - he obviously was aware of Chris's treachery. After a few moments his elbows were freed, his ankles were tied and he was allowed to sit with the rest of us while he drank gratefully from the proffered bottle...

Our captors now replaced our gags taking extreme care to see that this was done effectively. Chris dealt with mine and as he stepped behind me he asked me how I felt. "I'm fine, really" I said. "I had my reasons for resisting you, so there is no need to worry about me or feel guilty."

"That's a relief, Titch" he responded, ruffling his fingers through my hair. I had always hated this (which simply encouraged him to do it more often) and he laughed when I struggled ineffectually to avoid his fingers. "Are you going to open wide for me this time or do I have to do it the hard way again?" I had hoped that Chris's improvised piece of wood might be replaced with a more conventional cloth gag but no such luck. However I knew that resistance was a waste of time so I obligingly stretched my jaws wide for him while he positioned the padded stick between my teeth before tying it securely in position. As he finished knotting the cord he said "I'm sorry I can't make you a little more comfortable but if we catch many more of you we will have nothing left to gag them with!"

Ken and Stuart's feet were now freed and they were both dragged towards a couple of trees by two boys apiece. In one swift movement their hands were untied, they were forced back against the trunk, their arms were seized and pulled behind the trees, their wrists were crossed and tightly lashed leaving them no movement what so ever. With the rope knotted off well out of reach of their fingers (and with virtually no movement anyway) their chances of getting free were nil. After briefly writhing to test their bonds they accepted their fate and remained still.

Colin and I were still lying on the ground, our hands tied behind our backs and our legs bound at our ankles. We didn't have to wait long to discover our fate. Our captors rolled us on to our stomachs, removed some of the turns of rope from the lashing at our feet and knotted it off again. They now had a spare length of cord and forcing our feet up towards our butts made it fast to our wrists, once again leaving us both tightly hog-tied. As usual great care was taken to ensure that no knots were within reach of our fingers and I groaned inwardly - we were here until we were rescued or time was called! We were then rolled onto our sides facing one another after which they stood back to admire their handiwork. Well satisfied, Chris led "his" troops away leaving Simon and Mark to guard us. They moved silently to the other side of the clearing and merged side by side into the bushes where I could just make them out keeping close watch and talking quietly.

I desperately wanted to know what was happening with the rest of our team and felt frustrated by my immobility. I peered at Colin laying still and silent in front of me. Our adversaries had done their work well - movement was impossible and our gags had been replaced so efficiently that the only sound I could make was a muffled mmmpppfh, which I doubted even Colin could hear. Powerless to do anything more, I relaxed and let my head fall back on the ground.

Time passed and I lay there uncomfortably while my arms and legs began to ache again when suddenly I noticed a movement behind our guards. Without apparently showing any interest I slowly raised my head as if adjusting my position. Sure enough I could see the outline of a figure standing almost hidden by the foliage behind our two crouching guards. From my position of helplessness I watched the figure silently raise a water pistol at the same time becoming aware that Colin was watching me curiously; as he was lying on his side facing me he could not see the unfolding drama. I saw the spurts of water and saw Mark and Simon spring up and spin around as they felt the wet patches spreading on their tee shirts. Robert stepped forward ordering them to stand still and raise their hands.

Under our rules they were Robert's prisoners and they both reluctantly obeyed. He ushered them into the clearing taking in our predicament with a sweeping glance. Ignoring us for the time being he ordered Simon to lay down with his hands behind his back. I was intrigued as he passed a length of rope to Mark and ordered him to tie his friend's hands. "And make a good job of it," he warned. "I shall check and it will be worse for you if you don't." Mark knelt beside his buddy while Simon turned his head and looked pleadingly into his eyes. His appeal was wasted - Mark looked at Robert covering both boys with his pistol, realised there was no escape and quickly and efficiently tied his friends hands securely behind his back. Simon subsided on the ground defeated while Mark was ordered down beside the bound boy. Robert stepped forward and pulling Mark's arms behind him, crossed his wrists and lashed them tightly. Stepping across to Simon he undid Mark's knots tugged hard on the loops of cord around the boy's wrists extracting a yelp from his prisoner and retied the lashing securely making sure the knots could not be reached. At leisure now he drew out more rope and tied the two boy's ankles together, and quickly gagged them.

With his prisoners secured he turned his attention to us. He approached me first but as he knelt down I shook my head violently trying desperately to point at Ken and Stuart. Almost immediately he grasped my meaning - only their wrists were tied and consequently they could be liberated quickly and then assist in liberating us. This was soon accomplished and shortly, Stuart was crouching over me, untying the rope between wrists and ankles. I stretched out luxuriously as Stuart completed untying my feet even though my hands were still bound, and when my gag was taken off I breathed a sigh of relief. Next to me Colin was also revelling in his newly gained freedom. There was no sign of poor Stuart's tee shirt so he was condemned to going shirtless for the rest of the afternoon. I at least faired a little better - my captors had brought my trainers with them when I was carried here having first been taken prisoner. I quickly recovered them and put them on...

The "foxhole" was our pride and joy. A narrow ditch led beneath dense shrubbery where it broadened out into a wide pit approximately four feet deep. James and I had discovered it before the summer vacation began and we only revealed it to Robert and his brother David. The pit was completely invisible from beyond the dense bushes and the ditch, itself well concealed, was the only entrance. During the past two months we had further improved it by covering part with discarded corrugated iron. It lay just beyond our own camp but would be much safer than our base now. Clearly our secret would be out after today but I realised the blindfolds would be a worthwhile safeguard for now and we applied ourselves enthusiastically to the task. On completion we were certain our prisoners could see nothing.

I took control now and knelt by our prisoners. "It's your turn to go for a walk now. We have no intention of letting you see where we are going. We will guide you carefully provided you give us no trouble but if you don't co-operate we will have to be less gentle with you!" I added sinisterly. The two bound figures nodded their agreement. They had both seen my treatment at the hands of my captors and had no reason to believe I might be less ingenious. They also had every reason to believe (mistakenly) that I might bear a grudge. Mark's ankles were freed, he was helped to his feet and led away by Robert and Colin carefully making use of every bit of available cover. Once they were clear Stuart did the same with Simon. Once on his feet we each grasped one of his arms and lead him away carefully under my directions.

Ten minutes later we reached the entrance "tunnel". I pointed it out silently to Stuart who climbed in first. Then we pushed Simon to his knees and made him shuffle forward (not easy with his hands tied behind his back) until we reached the safety of our "den". Stuart gasped with admiration - we were completely hidden from outside - but he didn't forget our captive. He pushed Simon down on his face and within a few moments the boy's ankles had been tied again. Now we rolled him over, sat him up and propped him against one of the dirt walls of the pit. Within a few moments we heard scrabbling from outside and expected Robert to appear with Colin and Mark. Instead we were surprised to see David's grinning face appear. "Matthew is outside with more company," he grinned. Before we could answer, there was more scrabbling and two more gagged and blindfolded figures were dragged into the lair, their hands tied behind them. Like Stuart they were both shirtless and these had been rolled up and used to gag the boys. Like Chris earlier, we were beginning to run out of material for gags and the tee shirts made an excellent alternative. The new arrivals had their ankles bound and were sat next to Simon just as a further disturbance outside announced the arrival of Robert and Colin. With Mark trussed and placed next to the others I turned to wondering who David had brought us, the gathering gloom making identification impossible earlier. We kept a torch in the den and I shone it quickly in the faces of the two strangers. One was Geoff, one of our occasional "guest players" but I was staggered when I shone the light on the second face and realised it was Peter, Mike's "right hand man"!

Despite his rough treatment earlier Stuart was essentially a gentle and considerate boy. He felt we should provide the prisoners with water as they had done with us. Water bottles were produced and our captives were ungagged one by one to enable them to drink and then regagged. At the same time we decided to deal with Simon and Mark in the same way as the other two. While their gags were off, one by one they were pushed forward, their hands untied and their shirts pulled off. Mark must have thought he was about to be tickle tortured and began to remonstrate but was silenced by David with a hand over his mouth. I took great delight in retying their hands behind them, taking considerable care with the lashings and when I had finished their shirts were rolled up, forced between their teeth and tied off at the back of their necks. We heard Mark breath a sigh of relief and we all giggled.

David now recounted how James had come out of hiding when I failed to return, tracked him down along with Matthew and explained how we suspected Chris of treachery (we were now able to confirm the full extent of this). They had found Robert who offered to reconnoitre the enemy base and was thus able to rescue the three of us. Meanwhile, Peter and Geoff had blundered into them and outgunned, had been taken prisoner. David had realised the risks involved in keeping our prisoners at our "compromised" base and suggested our present alternative. It was agreed that all prisoners should be blindfolded - our secret would be out when the game was over but they wanted to keep it until then. James remained in the field to search for Paul (Matthew's younger brother) while David and Matthew brought their prisoners in.

Stuart briefly explained how he had been caught by Chris who approached as a friend and then "shot" him. When he was made to remove his shirt he thought he was going to be tortured for information but Chris seemed to change his mind, leaving him shirtless but tightly trussed, gagged and hidden until he was brought in by Andrew. Colin and Ken described how they had been surprised by Mark and Andrew and overpowered. Then they described Chris's arrival and my capture and somewhat to my embarrassment gave a graphic description of the fight I put up with my brother and the way he dealt with me. Their audience listened in awed silence as they told how I had been carried on the pole all the way to the enemy base following my refusal to walk there.

We now turned to discussing what action we should take. Time had been passing, it was now 7.00pm and the time limit was 8.30. We had four prisoners (including Peter - a valuable captive) but had no news of James and Paul, our only team members currently in the field. We decided to send out two scouts, first to check on the enemy base and then to try to find James and Paul. Only the former knew the whereabouts of this hideout but with time now at a premium we were certain the opposition would go to any lengths to extract information if our gallant friends were caught. I volunteered immediately and so did Matthew, anxious for his younger brother. David warned me, in particular, to take care. He was sure that Chris would be far harder on me than any of the others if I was re-captured and we all knew he would be particularly cross at our escape. We would return in half an hour to report...

The scene was lit with an oil lamp and in the clearing were Mike, John and my brother. What shocked us was the fourth member of this little tableau. Matthew's brother, Paul was lying on the ground, each of his wrists and ankles tightly lashed to the stakes to which I had been bound briefly earlier that day. Although a little older than me Paul was if anything slightly shorter and consequently his limbs were stretched unbelievably taut. His shoes, socks and shirt had been removed so he was only clad in his blue gym shorts. Mike was kneeling beside the prisoner assaulting his bare ribs with his fingertips. Paul was writhing around trying to escape the tickling but staked out as he was it was impossible. The sound we had heard was the strange gurgling noise produced by his giggles - he was very securely gagged. He was bathed in sweat and his face was filthy, the dirt streaked with the tears which were running down his face.

Matthew made to run forward (he was very protective of his younger brother) but I held him back. "Don't be foolish - you will get us both caught!" I hissed, and he subsided just as Mike finished his assault. Paul, whose back had been arched under the fierce attack relaxed and let out a deep sigh as he lay still. Mike lifted the prisoner's head quite gently and untying the knotted cloth, pulled out the gag. John knelt beside our buddy and held up a water bottle and the bound boy drank deeply. When he had finished Mike allowed his head to fall back, stood up and looking down at the captive said "We can put a stop to this immediately - just tell us what we want to know and we will truss you up nice and comfy and leave you alone".

"I told you already, I don't know where any of them are. I haven't seen a soul since late afternoon Please don't tickle…" Before he had finished pleading Mike had nodded to Chris who leant down and deftly inserted the wad back in Paul's mouth leaving him mmmpppfhing in vain. The second cloth was pushed between his teeth, Mike raised his head and once more the gag was knotted tightly in place. We saw Paul stiffen and his back arched in anticipation. He was giggling before Mike so much as touched his taut skin! For five minutes the tickling continued and Paul writhed, sweated and giggled into his gag as tears streamed down his face. At last it ended and the poor boy relaxed again in his bonds. Once more Mike took off his gag but before he could ask a question Paul pleaded "Please, please stop. I can't tell you what I don't know!"

As this last scene unfolded Matthew, full of indignation whispered that we must do something and we decided to storm in with our pistols "blazing". As Paul stopped his pleading we charged out into the open and were rewarded, first by a look of open mouthed surprise on the faces of our three adversaries and second by the satisfying sight of wet patches spreading on three shirts. John and Mike turned to face us, accepting defeat but Chris charged out of the clearing and made good his escape (not strictly according to the rules but we had two more prisoners). They were made to lie down and I covered them as Matthew crossed John's wrists behind his back and lashed them together tightly. The yelp the prisoner emitted as he cinched it off suggested he was not being too gentle. He now turned his attention to Mike, tying his hands palm to palm before taking a second length of rope and binding his elbows. Mike was less supple than some of us younger members of the troop and I guessed Matthew's efforts were causing him some discomfort but I chose not to intervene - he was after all only delivering the pay off for the assault on his brother.

With the prisoners hands secured Matthew got on with gagging them while I turned my attention to Paul. He was still lying tightly bound to his stakes and had watched wide eyed as we launched our rescue. Despite his mouth being free he had said not a word throughout, patiently waiting for us to finish securing the captives before releasing him. Free at last he rubbed his wrists and ankles briefly and pulled his trainers on, however there was no sign of his tee shirt and he was forced to remain shirtless like Stuart. Then at last he spoke "We must get away from here quickly - I don't want to be captured by Chris again!" Neither did I! We decided to take these two new prisoners back to our tents and secure them their (the den would be getting crowded and there was a risk of being spotted trying to get two more bound boys into hiding).

Mike and John were helped up and they did not resist as we lead them quickly away. We left their eyes free since they were not being taken to our foxhole. Arrived at our camp, we quickly pushed our captives into a tent bound their ankles and completed a tight hog-tie. Matthew decided against freeing Mike's elbows - he was still sore at Paul's treatment although our rules of engagement were quite clear regarding "tickle torture" and we all accepted this including Paul!

We now crept out and rejoined the others in the hideout taking extreme care to ensure we were not observed. Paul had not seen it before and was amazed on entering. It was illuminated with torchlight but no sign was evident from outside. The four prisoners were still sitting dejectedly with their backs to the dirt wall, their tightly bound hands uncomfortably behind them and their legs, bound at the ankles hunched up. Robert was in the process of giving them a further drink and consequently Mark and Simon were not gagged. The former was pleading to have their blindfolds removed but this was strenuously refused. The gags were soon replaced and our prisoners silenced once more.

We gave a brief report on what had taken place and described how Chris had escaped. Our pals were jubilant when they heard that we now had Mike and John bound in one of our tents making a total of six prisoners. Three of the opposition were still at large in addition, of course, to my treacherous brother, and only James was unaccounted for from our side although we had every reason to believe he had still been free when we rescued Paul.

We were within half an hour of the time limit and on the basis of the number of prisoners held we would be the clear winners and under our "rules of engagement" those boys held captive by the winning team at the conclusion were liable to remain as our prisoners. It had been decided earlier in the day that any such unfortunates might be held overnight. Only John and Geoff were subject to a parental curfew (they were not camping over the weekend) and would have to be given up. I had been considering what we would do at the end and I now told my buddies I had some proposals to make. I first pointed out the treacherous behaviour of my brother and reminded them how Paul had been tortured without mercy. Ken butted in to remind them of the treatment meted out to me earlier and we received nods of assent from our mates. My suggestion was that we should first secure all our prisoners in our camp, leaving them under a light guard (say two boys). The rest of us should then proceed to the enemy base under a flag of truce. It was possible that they had by now captured James but if not they would have no bargaining power at all. We should then offer to free all our hostages in exchange for Chris taking their places. If they were holding James he would be released automatically under our "rules". They would probably want proof that we were holding their six compatriots - we would bring them to our base still under the flag of truce and show them our prisoners. None of the enemy would see our den...

There was no point in addressing our hostages - they had heard all we had to say although their gags precluded them from participation in our debate. One by one we freed their ankles and helped them to crawl through the entrance "tunnel" on their knees, their hands still tied behind their backs and with their gags and blindfolds in place. Once outside each one was spun around a few times to help to disorientate them and they were lead off the relatively short distance to our tents. Robert and David preceded them, and broke out some additional ropes from our store. These were thrown over the lower boughs of the surrounding trees. As each prisoner arrived his ankles were tied together, his wrists were then untied and immediately lashed in front of him. One of the ropes previously mentioned was tied to the lashing on their wrists, hauled taut until they were almost on tip toe, brought down and tied off to their bound ankles. It was our favourite "interrogation" position.

When our four original captives were thus trussed we removed their blindfolds, unfastened the feet of our two remaining prisoners and lead them out of the tents. The look on Mike's face plainly showed he was shocked when he saw how many of his team (including his henchman, Peter) we had caught and this was reflected in the look of surprise the others showed at the sight of their leader, still with his arms tightly bound behind his back. A few moments sufficed to string our remaining two captives up like their compatriots and then we stood back to admire our work and congratulate ourselves on our victory.

We had agreed that Ken and Colin, would look after the prisoners while the rest of us would form our delegation. We needed a white flag. Another staff was fetched from the tents but only three of us had white shirts. Stuart's was of course missing and Mark's was being used to gag him. No doubt the latter would have loaned us his like a shot but it was obviously more use where it was and under the circumstances I donated my white tee shirt to complete the signal leaving me shirtless. I was a scrawny boy and this was accentuated by my blue gym shorts, too large for me, drooping on my spare frame. I hitched them up and made the best of it. Mike and John watched our activities curiously - they hadn't been party to our discussions and were therefore in the dark as to what we proposed. All our prisoners had of course remained securely gagged so there could be no discussion between them.

We moved out en masse as quietly as we could and within a few minutes were standing on the edge of the enemy camp. The time limit was fast approaching but the oil lamps were still lit and the clearing was now occupied by Roger, Andrew and Graham (another occasional). My worst fears were justified - James was lying, stripped to his shorts, gagged and staked out as Paul had been earlier. Roger was just stretching as he concluded a "tickle torture" session and the sweat gleamed on James's chest and hair. The gag was preventing him giving any secrets away just yet, however. There was no sign of Chris who presumably was still scouting around in the hope of tracking some of us down. As we stepped out from the bushes James's eyes seemed to stand out on stalks and Roger's mouth fell open. For a moment he was speechless. Before he had time to recover himself David spoke up.

"We need to talk. There is only 10 minutes left to run and we are holding most of your team prisoner. To save your pals undue suffering we have a proposal but it would be best if Chris were here to hear it too. Do you know where he is and can you fetch him?" Roger looked from one to the other of us, said simply, "Yes," took out a whistle and blew three loud, long blasts. We waited and 5 minutes later my brother appeared through the bushes on the other side of the clearing. He took us all in at a glance, saw our white flag of truce and asked Roger what was going on. The latter replied, "It appears we are receiving a delegation. They claim to have most of the others captive but want to offer some kind of trade."

Chris chuckled, then said, "OK, let's hear what you have to say".

David, our elected spokesman, reminded them that the time was about to expire (there was now only a couple of minutes to run) and that under the rules we were the victors having most prisoners. He reminded them that, by prior agreement James must be freed but that we had the right to hang on to ours for the remainder of the night. The others nodded their assent. David then explained that we were prepared to exchange all our hostages if Chris would deliver himself into our hands instead. The four boys looked blankly at us for a few seconds and then began an animated conversation amongst themselves. Finally Chris spoke. "How do we know you are telling the truth and are not making up a tale about holding the others?"

"Since the game is officially over, we will be more than happy to take you all, under our flag of truce to inspect the merchandise," David told them. "If you do not agree to our terms, we will have to keep them all and they are in for an uncomfortable night". We glanced down at James, still tightly bound but lying quietly and agreed they could keep him until the surrender terms had been agreed. James squirmed in his bonds at our feet. Evidently he had something to add to the debate but his captors had made a good job of his gag so his contribution was unintelligible. I felt this would be a very small recompense for his part in my humiliation a few weeks ago...

A short stroll with no fear of attack brought us all to our own camp. When Roger spotted our guests strung up and glaring at us over their gags he could not contain himself and burst out laughing. Andrew and Graham seemed to take their cue from him and were soon almost hysterical. All they received in reply were angry looks from their compatriots. Roger became the spokesman for the opposition - Mike and Peter, the usual leaders, were in no position to negotiate. "We accept your victory and I am more than happy to release James to you. However I don't feel I can hand Chris over without his own wholehearted acceptance of your proposal." He looked enquiringly at Chris.

My brother looked again at our bound prisoners and turned back to the rest of us. "I must say you have done well against all the odds, and I feel really bad when I say I shall have to decline your invitation, especially as it condemns these lads to a night of suffering!" His response really disappointed me and I felt my colour rise with my anger - I had thought my brother was more gallant. Chris saw my reaction and turned to me saying softly "You don't understand Titch, I am on a curfew and must be home by 10.30 latest. You know what would happen if I break it!" This was something I hadn't anticipated and I could see no way round it. My disappointment was enormous - I thought my revenge was slipping through my fingers.

"I'll tell you what I will do if it makes you feel better," Chris went on. "I will give you my word to return tomorrow morning immediately after breakfast and you can have your revenge if you agree to set these lads free now." This was a total surprise and my mates were nodding approvingly. "Very well, I will accept your offer on one condition - that Mike remains our hostage until you return tomorrow. I suspect he was deeply involved in planning your treachery today in any case so he deserves not to be let off with the others and we have the right to hold them all!" I brightened considerably as a thought struck me. "Anyway, we will have all night to work out what to do with you." Chris groaned, then laughed out loud. "Let's release these boys and then I had better be off home." My mates removed our prisoners' gags and then untied them from their uncomfortable positions. Last was Mike. Before we untied his hands he asked us, quite good naturedly, "Do I get a say in any of this?"

"No, not at all!" we all responded in unison. "Oh, fair enough," Mike grinned as we untied his hands. We gave him a few minutes to rub his wrists and enjoy a little freedom then instructed him to turn around with his hands behind his back. In a few moments Mike was a bound prisoner once more. Before leaving us, Chris took me on one side and said, "Well done, Titch, you did well today and you deserve your victory. I give you my word I will be back first thing tomorrow to take my punishment. Don't be too hard on Mike tonight or your brother tomorrow!" He grinned at me and once more ruffled my hair, laughing as I pulled away and glared angrily at him. Chris took his leave and accompanied by the other boys who were returning home left the battle field by a different path while we returned to Mike's patrol hut, our one remaining prisoner being guarded in our midst by a couple of boys. Our paraffin stoves were quickly lit to get our supper ready while Mike was given a log to sit on though his ankles were left free. All at once we realised we had completely ignored James, still staked out and gagged a few yards away.

I removed his gag and he at once complained that we should have released him before going for our parley. I told him to stop moaning or I would put the gag back and leave him where he was for the rest of the evening. This had the desired effect but I took my time untying him, leaving his wrists until last.

We enjoyed a hilarious supper and Mike was liberated before we ate. He tried hard to negotiate his way out of what was coming to him shortly, complaining that he had not been consulted in any of the earlier discussions. We reminded him that, as a prisoner at the time limit his freedom was forfeit to us by the agreement reached before the game started but he was simply being held to ensure Chris's co-operation. Since he had helped to plan Chris's game of treason he could hardly complain if the schemes backfired on him. He shrugged good naturedly, grinned and said, "I guess you are right and I am in for an uncomfortable night but boy, had we plans for you if this had turned out differently!" I could imagine but preferred not to enquire further.

Supper finished we pointed out that Mike's gear would have to be moved to our own tents. We were not going to trust our hostage to the care of his closest buddies! Mike accepted our offer of hospitality (he could hardly refuse) and made a move to collect his gear. David stopped him and said "That's all right, we'll do that for you. We must look after our guest. Turn around and put your hands behind your back". Mike groaned but did as he was told and once more his hands were tied. He grinned over his shoulder at us while we were completing the lashing of his wrists and chuckled, "Well at least I get out of washing up!"

When all was ready we helped Mike to his feet and escorted him back to our own tents. We agreed that Mike would join Stuart, James and me in one of the tents with the other five boys making a tight squeeze in the other. We prepared Mike's sleeping bag for him and then sat about in the warm night air laughing at Mike's predicament and chatting about the day's events. Despite his bound wrists, Mike joined in with the general mirth and said he felt I had got off quite lightly. Since I was usually one of the early victims in these games and often spent the whole afternoon tied up the others agreed with him and exchanged sinister glances but I told them to forget any schemes they might have - I felt I had been dealt with far more severely by my brother than any of the others, which Ken vigorously agreed with (he had seen the fight and how I had been carried through the woods).

At last we decided to turn in. Most of us removed our tee shirts in view of the heat and Mike asked if he could do the same. Naturally we agreed, Stuart untied him to allow him to undress, and then retied his hands making sure that while they were secure they were not too tight. Then we helped him settle into his sleeping bag and made him as comfortable as possible with his bound hands. The chatter continued for some time but I became aware that Mike had fallen silent and looking at him in the bright moonlight I was amazed to see he was fast asleep. "OK guys," I said, "Be as gentle as possible and untie his hands without waking him". We had all decided earlier we would give him his freedom but hadn't expected him to drift off to sleep before we told him! With Mike at liberty I stared up at the roof of the tent and went over the day's events in my mind, and at last drifted off into a deep, contented sleep.

I was woken by the bright, early morning light streaming through the open flap of the tent and looked blearily at Mike sound asleep next to me and blissfully unaware of his freedom. Something was nagging at my brain that all was not right but in my dozy state I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I tried to roll over onto my back intending to make the most of a lie in and found I couldn't. Suddenly, I was fully awake with the realisation that MY hands were tightly bound behind my back! I struggled to sit up and in doing so Stuart and James both woke up. They saw me struggling and simply collapsed in giggles. "Guys, this isn't fair!" I protested, "What did I do to deserve this?" which produced nothing more than my two friends rolling about, incoherent with laughter. When they finally had controlled themselves James said, "We listened to Mike last night and agreed with all he said! After we had set him free you fell asleep blissfully unaware of your surroundings. We decided you might as well take his place and we were sooo gentle with you, you didn't know anything about it. We have been checking on you periodically throughout the night to make sure you were OK but you never stirred once!"

There was a noise outside the tent and David and Robert crept in and sat down on the end of our sleeping bags. They grinned at my mates and said, "You did it then?"

"Yeah, no sweat!" Stuart and James replied while everyone laughed. "He's been like it all night and knew nothing until he woke up a few minutes ago!"

Their laughter woke Mike who blinked, yawned, stretched and sat up. Suddenly he held his unbound hands in front of him and stared uncomprehendingly. "How come my hands are free?" he asked at last and the others explained that we had always intended to free him but he went to sleep before we could tell him. "In any case, we had Richard to take your place" Stuart laughed. Mike looked across at me and suddenly realised my hands were tied behind my back. "They didn't keep you like that did they?" he enquired. I nodded glumly but explained that I had no more idea that my hands were bound than he did that he was free! "Come on guys, untie me," I pleaded. "If Chris keeps his word he will be here soon and we've got lots to do before then". Reluctantly they agreed and in a few moments my hands were free once more.

Not a moment too soon - we heard footsteps outside and suddenly my brother was calling out to us. Mike began to shout in reply but I pushed him down and clamped a hand over his mouth. "Not a sound, Mike," I hissed, "I don't want you telling everyone, we were soft on you last night, at least not yet. Get a gag on him Stuart, quick!" Mike didn't try to resist but as Stuart approached with the cloths and I removed my hand he shook his head vigorously and held up his hand. "Wait for a moment," he pleaded in a whisper. "I wanted to say thanks for setting me free last night. I was really worried about being kept tied up all night but was so tired I just drifted off to sleep. I was really surprised to find my hands free this morning. Are you going to tie me up again now?"

"Afraid so, Mike. I was just as surprised to find myself tied up this morning but I am not having you shout your mouth off about it so you are going to have to be gagged as well. Anyway, it should do wonders for my standing with you older boys in the troop if they think we kept you not only tied up but gagged as well last night!" Mike grinned. "Don't fool yourself - you are still a scrawny little kid and we still have the stakes ready for you. We can take you any time, and you know it!" I blushed slightly - his words were of course true. "Well maybe, but its time to cut out the talk. Open wide while Stuart gets your gag fastened! We will let you go shortly after my brother is properly secure in your place but we can't do that until we have shown our hostage to the troop!"

Heh. Does anyone get the idea that I like Richard's stories? Really? Whatever put that idea into your head? :-)

Richard. Good to see you posting again. Please sir, may I have some more? Hee hee.

Mark T ( the famous gagboy and hansome in duct tape with it)

Please continue! So far, the story is excellent, and I would love to find out what happened next!

P.S. Sorry that I cannot return the favor and post any stories of my own -- sadly, I have none to post.

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"Sorry old chum, there's no time now, roll over and put your hands behind your back." Mike obeyed, his wrists were crossed and tightly bound and in a few moments he was a prisoner once more. We helped Mike up and escorted him out of the tent. The other boys were just emerging from theirs and Chris was squatting on the ground outside. He was dressed like the rest of us (except Mike!) in blue gym shorts and tee shirt.

"Hi little brother," he called as I lead the others out of the tent. Then he caught sight of Mike and his eyes widened. "Good heavens, you didn't keep him gagged all night did you?" Unable to speak for himself Mike began vigorously to shake his head but a savage kick on the ankle from James stopped him. All the other boys were in on our scheme and knew that Mike had in fact been freed but Robert spoke up and said, "Well, we couldn't have him keep us awake all night with his moaning, could we?" I simply looked sheepish while my brother was aghast.

We escorted our hostage back to the other base where our pals were already up and busy. They were shocked at Mike's gag, jumping to the same conclusion as Chris, but we didn't choose to enlighten them. Our bound friend was pushed down onto his log and Robert and David stepped forward and promptly tied his ankles. The stoves had already been lit and within a few minutes we were all enjoying hot coffee and laughing and joking about yesterday's proceedings. My brother was less outgoing than usual but this was perhaps not surprising. He looked across at Mike and said, "Don't you think you ought to let him have a drink too?"

I looked at our prisoner and poor Mike was looking very forlorn - everyone seemed to have forgotten he was there, trussed up and gagged. I immediately went across, knelt behind him and made to untie his gag. In this position I bent closer and whispered "Mike, I'm going to take your gag off. Please don't say anything, at least for the time being!" My bound friend nodded his head and I freed his mouth. As I finished he turned his head and whispered, "I don't think you know how much I appreciate what you did last night. Your secret is safe, for the present at least," and he winked at me.

Ken brought a steaming mug of coffee and helped Mike drink it since his hands were still tied behind him.

Breakfast out of the way we all turned our attentions towards my big brother. "Looks like it's pay back time," I gloated with a gleam in my eye. Chris looked at Peter and Roger, Mike's doughty lieutenants and said, "You're not going to let this scrawny little squirt get away with this, are you?"

Peter and Roger glanced at each other and the former replied, "Afraid so, Chris. We all gave our word yesterday and I don't think we have much choice in the matter. We were quite sure our little plan would result in victory and I guess we wouldn't have let your brother off lightly in those circumstances!"

"I guess not," Chris responded.

"Let's cut the talk and get on with it," I interrupted. "The sooner we have you trussed the sooner we can let him go." I jerked my thumb at Mike. Stuart had thoughtfully replaced his gag but he nodded his assent energetically and tried to grin at us through his gag - the effect was gruesome!

Chris realised he had few supporters this morning, said "OK", turned round and crossed his wrists behind his back.

"Not so fast, big brother. Take your shirt off first," I instructed. Chris glanced at me surprised, realised I was serious and carefully removing his tee shirt stood before us in only his shorts. I was struck by the fact that they were clearly too small for him but that soon they would be passed on to me for whom they would be once more too large!

"OK guys, tie his hands". Chris once more turned, obligingly crossed his wrists behind his back and waited patiently for my mates to tie his hands which they did with an energy and enthusiasm which took him by surprise. As they finished I watched him struggle briefly and his whole demeanour change as he realised he was not going to be able to free himself. We pushed him down next to Mike and I told my mates to gag him. They quickly produced some cloths but I stopped them with the words, "Not like that!" I pulled out the wooden peg used on me yesterday.

Chris looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "you wouldn't, would you?" I made no reply but simply nodded with a smile on my face. Most of the group did not know how I had been silenced yesterday but Ken and Colin had made their indignation known during our discussions yesterday evening and immediately stepped forward. Wrapping the peg in a cloth they approached Chris who, unlike me, accepted his fate resignedly and opened his jaws to receive the gag. It was quickly tied in place, another boy stepped forward and tied his ankles and Chris was at our mercy.

I now stepped behind Mike and whispered, "OK pal, freedom time," and removed his gag. He didn't say a word as James untied his ankles and I freed his wrists, but sat for a few moments rubbing the circulation back. Then he whispered, "Thanks Richard, I won't forget!"

With Chris now having effectively taken Mike's place the others crowded round asking what my plans were. We had discussed this at some length before turning in last night and Matthew had been very keen to stake him out and subject him to the same torture that had been inflicted on his brother I did point out that in my experience he was not very ticklish but after a short debate I agreed to go along with the plan. We told the others who laughingly approved but we would need to move the stakes (carefully positioned for James and me) since Chris was much taller. Four boys set to, to remove some from where they had been hammered into the dirt while Chris watched with a rueful expression on his face.

Meanwhile, Peter and Roger approached from either side, grabbed my arms and pulled me to one side of the group. For a moment I was afraid they had some evil plan affecting my welfare in mind, but Peter spoke quietly. "Mike told us about last night!" I showed my indignation. "Don't worry," he reassured me, "the secret is quite safe. All the others believe you kept him trussed and gagged and they won't hear the truth from us. However, we just wanted to tell you we think it was really generous of you to free him, particularly as we had some carefully laid plans for you and your mates and I doubt we would have been so forgiving." They saw my look of surprise and laughed. "Don't think we are going soft - next time you should fear for your skin, but today we are yours to command and will assist in humiliating your brother in any way we can!"

A shout of triumph told us the workmen had finished extracting four stakes and Roger shot off to fetch the mallet. On a flat piece of ground he drove one of the pegs back into the earth and we all turned towards Chris. He looked pleadingly at Peter and Roger and said something which came out as an
Mmmpppfh but the two boys laughed at him. Many hands grabbed him and dragged him over to lie on the ground. His ankles were untied, his legs seized by our enthusiastic assistants and within a moment one of his feet had been lashed to the protruding stake. He was given no chance to struggle (almost an impossibility since he was now lying on his bound hands), his legs were stretched far apart and Roger happily wielded his hammer as he drove the second stake in. Within moments his other leg was immobilised. It only remained to secure his wrists. As Paul freed his hands his arms were grabbed, he was pushed back on the ground, stretched out, the stakes were hammered home and his wrists lashed to them. Chris rolled his eyes in desperation and lay still.

We spent a few minutes in jubilant triumph over my helpless brother then left him to struggle ineffectually while we made a start on clearing the camp site since some of our fathers were coming later that afternoon to collect our bulky gear. All would have to be ready by then but we would have lots of time for entertaining Chris.

It took us an hour to stow all our gear sorting it into neat piles for collection and then we returned to our prisoner. He had clearly been struggling although we had allowed him precious little movement and was already hot, sweaty and dishevelled. "We had better give him a drink," I said. I knelt down beside him, raised his head with one hand and began to untie his gag. As I did so I spoke softly to him, "A bit uncomfortable isn't it?" Chris looked sorrowful and nodded his agreement. "Don't worry, we'll give you something a little softer to chew on when you've had your drink. Do you know what Matthew has in mind for you?" Chris shook his head. "Well, he was really upset at Paul being tortured yesterday. A bit unreasonable really because we all accept the rules of engagement and have been interrogated at one time or another but he is very protective towards his little brother. I thought you were like that once but I guess I was wrong. Anyway, prepare yourself well - Matthew means business!" I was speaking in jest really so was a little shocked by the colour draining out of his face - perhaps my brother was more ticklish than I believed...

"We had better put his gag back," David suggested. He had already brought the cloths out since we had agreed together to relieve Chris of the wooden peg. Our prisoner realised that any resistance would be futile and co-operated fully as his mouth was bound. With the gag in place we stood back and looked at him. Chris was already tense with anticipation of the coming assault. We had removed his trainers and socks and he lay there dressed only in his (short) shorts, the skin on his ribs taught and his back arched. Beads of sweat were already showing on his forehead - almost I felt sorry for him.

We had agreed to let Matthew and Paul have the first go and they launched their attack simultaneously, Paul tickling the bare soles of his feet while Matthew did the same to his ribs. Chris tried to writhe in his bonds to avoid the searching fingers but I knew from experience this was impossible - the stakes allowed him no freedom whatsoever. Soon he was giggling and mmmpppfhing into his gag while tears rolled down his cheeks. Our team kept it up for five minutes and then stopped. Chris seemed to collapse as he relaxed his taut muscles and gasped through his gag. "That was just a little demonstration," Matthew told him. "We'll give you a few minutes rest and then get on with the real session."

Once more the water bottle was fetched and Chris drank. He had given up pleading for mercy when we freed his mouth and was philosophical when his gag was replaced. We now arranged teams to take it in turn tickling him, each bout lasting for 10 minutes. Between each bout we gave him five minutes rest to catch his breath and have a drink if he wished.

After four more sessions we finally told him the tickling was finished. Poor Chris relaxed, let his head sink to the ground and closed his eyes. He was covered in sweat and his face was tear stained. His hair was lank, caked in the dirt and dust he had stirred up in his futile struggle to avoid his torturers. I looked at him and now really did feel sorry for him but was not going to let this divert me from my final plan.

We had prepared some sandwiches for an early lunch so while the food was brought out I untied Chris's gag once more. He had expected me to free him but I waited until everyone was gathered round our victim. "I expect your hungry Chris." He nodded. "Well, before we let you up I need you to agree to one more thing." A look of deep concern passed over his face. "When we leave here you are to go as I was made to last time, that is with your hands tied behind your back as our prisoner until we reach home." I could see Chris thinking over the indignities that were poured on me that day and in a moment he replied "Never!"

"OK, suit yourself. The alternative is that we leave you where you are, securely gagged, until the oldies come to collect our gear. I'm sure they will release you. You will look faintly ridiculous in nothing but your shorts and when they ask you how you got into this situation what are you going to tell them? That you volunteered for it?" Everybody laughed. "Put his gag back and give him some time to think about it."

David knelt with the cloth but Chris shook his head violently, "What will you do when we reach home? I can't let Mum and Dad see me like this!"

You'll just have to trust me," I said. "My mates here will act as your escort and perhaps they will do a better job of protecting you than they did me."

Chris groaned and suddenly gave way. "It doesn't seem like I have much choice really," he said.

"No, you haven't," I grinned and we began untying his wrists. "Don't think you are getting any chances to play tricks on us. Sit up, lean forward and put your hands behind your back." With his ankles still lashed to their stakes he had no choice but to comply, Robert moved behind him, crossed his wrists and in a few moments his hands were tied. Only now did we free his ankles, then it was back to the log while we fed him some lunch his hands tied behind him all the while. When we had done eating the rest of the group started to clean up and complete the packing while I tied Chris's ankles to keep him out of mischief. While I worked on the knots Chris said softly, "You won't really show me up in front of Mum and Dad will you?"

I retorted angrily, "I gave you my word, Chris. Don't you trust me or do you think I am going to betray you like you did us yesterday? Ask Mike how we treated him last night!"

Chris looked perplexed; "Yesterday was different. I wasn't the only one involved in the conspiracy against you and your mates, or even the ring leader, but what do you mean about Mike?"

I hung my head slightly and said softly, "We only put the gag on him when you woke us up this morning. We untied his hands after we went to bed although he didn't know until this morning because he went to sleep before we could set him free. We never intended to keep him tied up all night."

Chris looked surprised, and then more gently said, "You're a big softy really, aren't you, kiddo? And you have a generous nature. You stopped them torturing me just in time too - another two minutes and I am certain I would have peed myself. I'll put my trust in you, but can I have my shirt back before we leave for home?"

I'll think about it," I grinned and joined the others doing the final packing.

At last our clearing up was complete. We were all tired from the excitement but gathered around our prisoner one more time. "Well, time for home Chris. Are you already?" he nodded but said nothing. "OK, so long as you promise no tricks you can have your shirt." He was subdued now and gave his word straight away. Mike untied his hands and I handed over his spotlessly clean tee shirt and watched as he put it on. " I suppose there is no point in begging for mercy at this stage?" he enquired. "None what so ever, " I replied.

Mike pulled Chris's arms behind his back then looked at me. "Perhaps you would like to do the honours this time, Richard?" he asked, so I stepped behind Chris, pulled his arms behind him and crossed his wrists. I took extra care pulling the loops of rope tight, managing to extract a couple of very satisfying yelps from my captive and when I had finished with the rope cinched off and knotted well out of his reach I stood back and admired my efforts. I felt I had excelled myself! Chris struggled for a few moments, working his bonds to test for any weakness but almost immediately gave it up. I was confident he would not be able to free himself.

Robert, David and James would accompany me and my brother home so we said our farewells, untied Chris's ankles, helped him up and started home. As soon as we were out of sight I said, "Look, I don't see any reason for going past the beach which will be crowded. We'll take the long way home. We are most unlikely to meet anyone that way." Chris looked gratefully at me but said nothing.

Our journey was uneventful. We strolled along in a leisurely fashion, sometimes discussing the events of the previous day, sometimes making wild and extravagant plans for our next game (alas, some way in the future - the vacation was drawing to an end and school was about to restart) and occasionally making fun of poor Chris who bore it manfully and never once complained about being trussed up. We met no one. About a mile from home our path entered a grove of Olive trees and here I called a halt for a few minutes. I ordered Chris to turn round and he did so, but peering over his shoulder said, "What are you going to do now?"

I'm going to untie you, stupid. Hold still." I had made the knots very tight and it took a few minutes to work them loose. All the while Chris stood patiently. When I had finished he turned to face me, rubbing his by now very tender wrists and said, "Thank you Richard, but why now?"

"I gave you my word to free you before we got home - I am just keeping it." Chris smiled gratefully down at me, ruffled my hair once more and said, "Race you home!" He was off like the wind - he knew I had no chance catching him and we arrived at the back door hot, sweaty and out of breath.

Chris was still filthy from his exertions that morning. Our parents were shocked by his dishevelled appearance, hoped we had enjoyed our weekend but wondered what on earth we had been doing. Both of us were always honest with our parents but on this occasion they received an evasive reply. They never pressed their case - I believe they suspected at least some of our nefarious deeds but they had the tact not to enquire too closely preferring to remain ignorant so long as we always returned in one piece. We both had bruises on our wrists (and I on my ankles too) but we were careful to conceal these until they vanished a few days later.

If I am wrong, please don't hesitate to continue posting. Your stories deserve a website to themselves.

Jason Masters

People in general who love tie-ups still manage to keep down responsible jobs, have mates into or not into tie ups and most importantly of all, do not force anybody into a situations they do not like or most importantly take advantage of the person. Tie-ups should be enjoyed and safe.

I would be interested in your decision and what was the outcome of it. I hope you will share it with us as it could have a baring on other kids, youngsters, and young adults who enjoy a good tie up but think that they are weird or that something is wrong with them.

I would also be interested in other views on this, and how they feel about being tied up, and if they feel that they are weird and if so, how can we the tie up community help them/you

Mark T (the famous GagBoy and handsome in a gag with it)

Does this seems like the sort of story readers would be interested in?

There is nothing like finding ones self in a different situation, as it is what makes life worth living and fun. Canuck made this site for guys and gals with great stories like yours to tell, so please go ahead and tell it. I would urge anybody out there with a story to tell to just tell it. Because I say again that if it meant a lot to you it will mean a lot to us too.

Good night tied and gag fans and hey catch you on another day.

Mark T

P/s I bet those stockings felt tight?

You will, however, have to be patient - I do have other matters to attend to occasionally and I would hate to think of you all getting bored with my ancient history. Besides, it's not easy to type with your hands tied behind your back!

I do have one seminal story that might have put me off these games for life. I guess I will tell it next - while it was a little rough I think it will stand as a worthwhile warning to some younger readers of what the consequences of ill conceived activites can be.

Watch this space!

At one of these session for fourth, fifth and sixth graders, (I was in fifth) Officer Ed told us about the importance of locking our doors and bicycles, and of the dangers and consequences of drug and alcohol abuse: pretty boring stuff. But at the end, I knew there would be the query…"Any questions?"

I was ready. My hand shot up. "Officer, can I try on your handcuffs?" I blurted out, blushing a little. Several "Me, too"s, were shouted out by three other boys. Several girls giggled.

I had always been fascinated by handcuffs and had had some flimsy toys, but I had never even touched a pair of genuine cuffs. I had played cop and robber kid games with friends, and always wanted to be the robber, so I could get caught and cuffed. Rope ties had their charms, but I was definitely a handcuff fan.

Officer Ed was well prepared for this kind of request and called on all four of us who raised our hands to come up front. He had two pairs of handcuffs on his belt. He handed one pair to me, and a different pair to another boy. He told us to try to put the handcuffs on the other two boys. These cuffs seemed awfully heavy and serious, with official-looking stamps and numbers on them. I learned much later, after I began to collect handcuffs, that they were standard Smith and Wessons. We could not open them or get them on our mates' wrists, because the cuffs were double-locked. This led Officer Ed to discuss the mechanics of the handcuffs, how they locked and double-locked and all that. He took the key from his belt and unlocked the cuffs as we held them. He took my pair and showed the whole class how the swing-through ratchet mechanism worked.

He then told us to go ahead and cuff our "prisoners". I quickly ratcheted the cuffs down onto the skinny wrists which my willing partner, Billy, held out to me. Officer Ed then told the two "prisoners" to try to escape from their handcuffs. The smaller kid, Billy, the one I cuffed, was able to slip one cuff off over his hand. The class cheered. Officer Ed remarked that arresting policemen had to be sure handcuffs were tight enough not to slip off but not so tight that they hurt. He ratcheted through the free-swinging cuff and reapplied it to Billy's free wrist, but more snugly than I had. Billy tried hard but could not slip the cuff off any more.

Officer Ed handed me the key and told me to remove the cuffs from the two handcuffed students, which I did after figuring out which way to turn the key. He then took the key and cuffs back from me. This was all great, but I was afraid that the demonstration was about to end without me getting to feel the steel on my own wrists. I felt cheated because I was the one who first asked to try on the cuffs. I need not have feared.

Officer Ed then told me and the other boy who hadn't yet been cuffed that if we wanted, he was going to show us what it was like to really be arrested, which elicited wide grins and nods of agreement from us two and murmurs of approval from the assembled classes.

He told us to lean up facing against the blackboard with our arms outstretched. He patted me down, and quickly slapped a cuff on my right wrist, straightened me up, pulled my other arm, and in a flash, I was cuffed behind my back, palms facing out. He did all this so fast it was like he was acting out of reflex. He did something to my cuffs, which I learned later on was double-locking, to prevent them from further tightening. I was as good as officially arrested. With my back still facing the class, but turning my head to see what I could behind my back, I moved my hands around a little, flexed my arms, twisted my wrists, struggled a bit and generally tried to see if I could slip the cuffs off or pry them open, like I could with toy cuffs. I wasn't particularly big for my eleven years, and thought maybe these adult-sized cuffs would be too big for me.

"Go ahead, Mike, you try to get those cuffs off, but don't hurt yourself", said Officer Ed, observing my struggles as he handcuffed the other guy. "Those handcuffs have been issued to me for use on dangerous criminals and are designed to be escape-proof. I have placed them on you just like I would place them on a wanted fugitive. You'll notice you couldn't even reach the keyholes if you had a key in your hand. Unless you're some kind of Houdini, those cuffs aren't coming off you until I decide to unlock them." He explained police department policy to handcuff all persons being taken into custody, regardless of age. He mentioned that a nine-year-old shoplifter had once worn his cuffs. Slightly sweaty, and blushing, I diminished my struggles and got used to the feel of being inescapably bound in official police restraints. This was fun. The class was fascinated both by the struggle and by all the police talk.

Officer Ed then called on one of the others who had been cuffed earlier, handed him the key and asked him to release us, as he continued to talk about his techniques and experiences handcuffing criminals, of which he was clearly proud. The kid he gave the key to was an oversized sixth-grader with brusque moves. He uncuffed the other guy first but it took him a while, and it looked like he was really turning the key real hard, which I knew wasn't necessary. He got the cuffs off him anyway, then turned to me. He kept grunting and I felt a lot of movement behind my back. Suddenly, he said, "Hey, look at that, the key busted!"

Those words got Officer Ed's attention. He checked the situation out and announced casually that yes indeed handcuff keys break once in a while, so we'll just have to use another one. He looked in all the usual hiding places on his uniform for an extra key. He had none with him. He said something about leaving his jacket and extra keys at the station.

I'll give credit to Officer Ed, he was pretty unflappable. He just said calmly, "Well it looks like I'll have to take Mike here down to the station house for a few minutes to get another key for those cuffs or he won't be raising his hand much today. Is that okay with you, Miss Richards, and you, Mike?" I wasn't in much of a position to refuse, not that I wanted to. I might get to skip Math class. This was better than I had hoped for.

I was wearing a bright red crew neck sweater that crisp fall morning. I blushed to about the same shade of red as the sweater when Officer Ed grasped me firmly by my upper arm to make sure I did not stumble while cuffed behind my back. He walked me down the corridor and out into the street to the waiting patrol car. While I was waiting to get in the car, Officer Ed said he would just check real quick to see if he had an extra key in the car. He didn't. He did have bolt cutters and could cut the cuffs off me if he needed to, if the locks were really jammed, he said, but that made no sense when keys were just five minutes down the road.

As he explained all this we were standing in full sun and I still felt hot from my futile efforts to slip out of the cuffs. I started to move to take my sweater off, then I realized I could not, so long as the handcuffs were locked on my wrists. I had never felt locked into my clothes before. I looked around. It seemed like every window in the school was filled with amazed faces staring at me in my manacles. A passerby on the street paused to witness the drama of crime and punishment. I felt I was blushing again. Officer Ed put one hand on my head and one on my bicep as he gently guided me into the prisoner-ready back seat of his cruiser. I had to sit on my handcuffs. Good thing they were double-locked.

Back at the station house, Officer Ed told the secretary/dispatcher what was going on. She laughed, said "Hi, Mike" to me and that was about it. Officer Ed found another key in his desk in less than a minute. As he was unlocking them, Officer Ed asked if I was sure I wanted the cuffs off, because that would mean going back to school. I laughed and said, "why don't you put me in jail instead: it's got to be better than math!" Officer Ed said he could show me a bit of what jail was like. He took me for a little tour, showed me how they do fingerprints and gave me a card with my own prints on it to keep. Seeing my continued enthusiasm, he took a mug shot of me too…after letting me put the handcuffs back on in front of me for the photo (the latter touch was my idea).

While the Polaroid photo was developing, I asked if I was going to see where they locked up prisoners. The obliging Officer Ed said that he didn't fingerprint and mug-shot people unless they were going to jail, and of course that's where I was headed. He left the handcuffs on me, took me through locked barred gate to the holding pens in the next corridor and clanged it shut. With a flourish, he pushed me into a real old-fashioned barred jail cell, slammed and locked the door. He announced that my trial for attempted hookey-playing was set to begin as soon as the judge arrived, and left. It was cold in there (no inmates, so the heat was off in that corridor). I was glad I still had my sweater on. I was chained, helpless, and locked in a real jail cell. This was as neat as a scene from "The Man From U.N.C.L.E.," except that I was part of it, not just watching it on TV.

As a couple of minutes went by, I wondered if he really was going to bring me to court. I was young and gullible enough to wonder if I maybe had done something wrong after all. I looked at my cuffs and the bars, and had a real shiver of fear.

It was just a minute or so before an ever-upbeat Officer Ed returned and freed me from the cell and from my manacles. My moment of fright dissipated. I rode in the front seat of the patrol car for the trip back to school.

The return scene at my classroom a few minutes later was tumultuous. Math class wasn't even half over since we had only been gone twenty minutes. Officer Ed, whom Miss Richards would marry a few years later, apologized for the disruption, tousled my hair and told the class the governor had just granted pardons to all kids in red sweaters. To this day I am often reminded of that cell and those cuffs when I see a bright red sweater.

The principal explained what had happened to the whole school on the loudspeaker so that kids from other classes wouldn't repeat the rumor that I had really been arrested for bicycle theft. I had playground bragging rights for months, particularly with the fingerprint card and mug shot of me wearing the handcuffs. Lots of kids refused to believe I had been locked in a jail cell because I had no proof. For the rest of that school year, whenever I really acted up, which wasn't that often, Miss Richards would say, "Mike, you'd better calm down or I am going have to call Officer Ed to come back here and put those handcuffs on you again." That would be enough to embarrass me into submission as the girls giggled and my friends smirked. Little did Miss Richards suspect how much I would have enjoyed another "arrest". I wonder if she ever got to try on Officer Ed's cuffs!

My handcuff adventure was at the center of our dinner conversation at home that evening. My father, who was a member of the same Elks Lodge as Officer Ed, thought it quite funny. My mother was a bit concerned about why I had asked to be handcuffed, and at the fact I had been locked in a cell, but my father was dismissive: "boys do things like that," he said. My older brother, who was in the second year of high school, feigned boredom, but seemed secretly envious, and asked me lots of questions later. Within a year, my brother and I pooled our resources and bought a pair of real handcuffs and a pair of real leg irons at an Army-Navy store when we went to New York to see a basketball game. My brother and his friends made me wear them on the bus ride home, but that's another story.

Although police visits to classrooms in our town continued, they never seemed to get around to the classroom handcuff demonstration again while I was there. However, for those who arrange group visits to the station house (Boy Scouts and the High School Civics Class, for example) I understand Officer Ed continued to show off his handcuffing skills, but in places where there are always sure to be a few spare keys!

If you check out my site,the first thing you will see,is a pic of a clothed women bound and gagged with duct tape :) Just scroll down to see the post and and yours if you would like :)
Now on to some important stuff, I have found 2 sites that offer "non-nude" women tied up (and gagged) They offer some nice free samples and the women look like everyday people,not models,very nice. Give me a second to go get them :) be right back :)

I have checked it out and there is NO nudity. Hope you like what you see,I did :)

Do you realise that this is the first clear hint you have given that your love for tie-ups did not end with your childhood? :-) ;-) I wonder if those who discover it ever really lose that love?

Mitch:
I am quite sure everyone here would be interested in hearing the story of you being shackled for an entire bus trip. I know I'd be very interested. ;-)

I'd like to know just how long the trip was (and hence how long you spent in the cuffs). If it was a very long trip, how did you manage "pit stops" (to put it delicately)?

Still Richard's #1 fan! :-)

kids

Note: has anyone especially you school girls had experiences like this? Very embarrassing but a good lesson to be taught.

first thing is to say thank to TW for the websites. second is I have a few stories to tell. if n e 1 wants to hesr them please say OK. i would now but at thr moment i have my girlfriend breathing down the back of my neck. see ya later and I WILL RETURN!!!

Mark T asked for an update, so here goes.

On November 11, we had a meeting, discussed safe signals, how he wanted to be tied, length of time to be tied, and so on. My wife agreed hoping that he would not like it and this would be enough. Then Tim brought out the rope, tape, and sponge ball for a gag. In a few minutes, we had him tightly bound, gagged, hog-tied and blindfolded. We checked on him often, and he lasted the two hours that he wanted. He wanted more, but we untied him. He had tried but had not been able to free himself.

After we untied him, he said it was the greatest thing that he had ever experienced, and he wanted to do it again. I was afraid that would happen. So we've developed a sort-of game. We tie him up sometime during each weekend. He stays tied for two hours. If he can free himself, the next weekend it's three hours, if he can free himself, the next is four hours and so on. Any time he cannot free himself or if he uses the emergency signal, the next time is two hours again. Any time he doesn't want to be tied, the game is over.

At the moment, it's the weekend again (Sunday), and Tim is once more tightly bound and gagged on the floor. His mother - still not approving at all - is watching him. Thanks everyone for the advice. So far our "game" is working well. I might check back in two or three weeks with an update.
Concerned Dad

Me and my friend Sarah were upstairs playing in my room when I heard someone coming up the stairs. It was too early for Dad to be coming home, so I was a little scared to see who it was. Two guys in black came into my room. They had masks on and guns in their hands.

"We're here to rob the house." said the first one, who was the biggest of the two, "so we need to make sure you two don't yell or call the police."

Now we were both scared. They grabbed us up off the floor and made us sit in two chairs. They used some rope they had to tie our hands up behind us, then they tied our feet together. Sarah looked at me all scared,. She was crying, but not out loud. I was too afraid to move or make a noise.

The two robbers went behind us and tied these big white handkerchiefs over our mouths so we couldn't scream or talk to each other. They made sure we were tied up good and tight before they left us alone.

"Just sit there and be quiet, we'll be long in a little while." said the big thief. We obeyed because of the guns and we were tied up too tight to think about moving. They closed the door and left us there. I could hear them rummaging around the house, looking for stuff to steal. I hoped they wouldn't find or take my playstation. It's my favorite thing. The big door to the outside of the house slammed shut after a while.

Since the theives had left we decided to try and get loose .We pulled and fought with the ropes, but we couldn't get free. They had done a good job tying up two girls. Sarah looked all red in her face because the gag was too tight.

The door opened downstairs and we were scared again. The theives had come back and they might decide to kill us instead of leaving us tied up. The door to my bedroom opened and there they were. Suddenly the big one pulled off his mask. It was my dad ! I didn't recognize his voice because the mask had made it all muffled. He laughed and pulled off the other thief's mask. It was my brother Michael.

They untied us and Dad told us why he had pulled the prank. He knew that Sarah and me liked to play cops and robbers sometimes with our friends, so he and Michael decided to make it more real for us. They had used some cap pistols for the guns and some rope from Dad's tool room to tie us up with. It was scary, but fun too.

The End.

Part two of their plan was, naturally, to tickle me. I was in a bathing suit, and totally exposed. Ansley began to work on the soles of my feet, dragging her sharp nails slowly up and down, while Alice went for the armpits and stomach, wiggling her fingers in between the coils of rope. They soon discovered I reacted most to foot tickling, and settled in for a four handed, twenty finger dance on my bare feet.

Then, they went inside for lunch, allowing me time to recover, but I was not able to escape. Their last words before they went in were, "If you're still here when we get back, we're going to tickle you again...then we'll swim some, then tickle you again. We'll stop either when you get free or our folks get home." I knew it would be hours before they got home. Yet, I kind of enjoyed the torture. So, I struggled against my bonds, but never so much that I got free. Thus ensued a day of relentless torture from two beautiful girls, who I think got off on having a prisoner themselves.

I loved the part where you said he had experienced something he thoughly enjoyed and wanted to do it again. I cannot begin to ask how you are reassuring your wife that this is normal behaviour, and that being tied up, is no different than any other boy of his age, who loves to be on the computer or out side playing football. But again, who is to say what the norm is.

Also he is not attacking anybody and he is not taking drugs or robbing anyone. I would rather a son myself who wanted to be tied up than one who goes out and for excample attacks and mugs the elderly etc. Addicted to tie ups will not kill you when done in safe surroundings. Addicted to alchohol and drugs most certainly will.

I admire the way you and your son have come to this agreement and can only hope in time that your wife accepts that your son enjoys being tied up.Hey life is difficult enough so if you can make his life exciting and fun then why not. You and your son will have a much closer bond when you begin to understand each other and respect each others wishes. You are doing that and all credit to you.

I would caution tying him up for much longer than 2 hours as the muscle may get really stiff and you have to think about blood cirulation what ever your son may feel about being in that postion longer. You could alway agree to do another tie up later on in the day. Also being blindfolded for that lenght of time would worry me about what may happen to his eye sight. Be guided by safty always and the effects that long periods of being tied and gagged may have on the body.

Apart from that, I hope you and your son continue to enjoy the benefits of the best experience in the world. Tie ups for him and closer bond with your son for you. Understanding people is always the key. Ridicule is always for the unthinking.

Mark T

Ps I would hope that your son will join our MSN community, as it is full of only members like these great folk, on this great site, brought about by the only man who could, Canuck.

Mark took a tube to the airport and waited for his friend on the Internet to turn up. He wondered how things were going to turn out and felt a bit apprehensive but good inside. The excitement was really getting to him. The only picture he had of his friend was one, which was sent to him on the Internet. His name by the way was Michael and he was coming from New York where he was a student. On the picture he wore a cap and looked good wearing it too. When Mark had seen the picture he just knew that Michael, who liked to be known as Mike, was going to look really great in the ties he had left out on the bed and the duct tape. He was deep in thought when he heard the announcement that the plane Mike was on would be arriving in approximately five minutes. He could not contain himself and kept thinking about what would Mike look like when tied and gagged. It was not long before Mark went to the window and could see the plane touching down. His heart began to race and his pulse quickened. Mike would soon be here with him (he thought) and when in his home, nicely tied and gagged, and kept that way to his hearts content. Mark watched as everybody piled through the barrier and looked at the picture he had in his hand to see if anybody coming through resembled Mike. Suddenly, a medium sized well built 19 year old man came through the barrier who looked a bit like the photo that he was holding but Mark did not want to go and ask in case he made a fool of himself. So he stood back and watched to see what the young man did next. The young man was looking around and holding what seemed like a piece of card in his hand. Mark kept his head down and pretended to pass by him with some others in the crowd going like wave with him. As he passed by he realised that it was not a piece of card but a photo. And that photo had his picture on it.

Mark gathered his thoughts and then said to himself “here we go, this is it” He watched for a bit longer while the young man was looking around. He did not want to give himself away yet. Mark was waiting to see if Mike would recognise him from the photo. When Mark had realised that Mike would keep looking in the wrong direction and not in his, he walked up to him. As he got nearer Mike turned around and saw Mark. He looked at the photo, looked at Mark, again at the photo, and then at Mark. When he had satisfied himself that he was indeed the one on his photograph, he came over and shaked Mark’s hand. Mike looked even better than the picture he had scanned in for him over the net and Mark was wondering how all this was going to work out. He asked himself, “was he really going to let me just tie him up, have a good conversation with him first before I carried the talking on but with him wearing a piece of tape”. I was thrilled with my thoughts. However, Mike suddenly, interrupted them by saying, “hey dude I am starving where is the nearest burger joint” Mark showed him out of the airport and they both waited what seemed like an eternity for a tube. At least it did to Mark. They were in a fairly long queue and both knew that this was going to be a long wait. That really annoyed Mark as he just wanted to get Mike to his home so that he could tie him up and gag him. What Mark did not know was that his friend could not wait to be in a kidnapped situation either. Finally when they did get on the tube both guys did not get a seat as it was so packed, so both had to stand and hold on to a long wire handle that had a black round hard plastic ball at the end of it.

While in the tube Mike told his friend all about New York and what it was like living there after the November the eleventh outrage. His friend in turn told Mike about London and what it was like living there. Finally the tube arrived at East London Station. The doors slid open and they both got out. “Now were is this burger place” he turned and asked Mark, ”I am now ready to eat it out of house and home”. “Patience” replied Mark, “Let’s get out of the station first”. They both walked towards the escalator. Mark wanted to walk up, to get up to the top quicker, but Mike wanted to stand on the wooden step and wait until it reached the top. He could not be bothered with all that tiring walking up. It could me murder on the legs especially the back of the thighs. Upon reaching the top Mike watched as his friend put his ticket into a little slot and the barrier opened letting him though. Mike then did the same and they walked a small way before climbing the stairs and finding themselves out on the main road. There on the other side of the road was the Macdonald’s and not far from that were a Wimpy bar and a Burger King. Mike made his way across the wide road nearly getting himself knocked down in the process. Mark was not that far behind him. “ Jeez” said Mark “You are libel to get us both killed, is this what it is like in New York” “Worse” he replied “ It is much faster way of life over there than here. Having reached the front door of the Burger King, they went in and had a feast.

To be continued

"Next one for the tied and gagged treatment please"

Mark T

I posted a story back in the "April 2001" archives titled "Zorro's College Adventure", in which I happened upon a girl in her underware tyed to a tree, who was trying to get into a fraternity/soroity named "Ultimo's", or something. I didn't have much data on the organization at the time.

This last Halloween, however, the club (it is a club, because, both men and women can join) threw their annual Halloween Party, and I decided to go, being a man who likes being in capes and masks. I will continue the story when I have the time. I don't care about getting "fan appeal" and I'm not waiting for a response. I will continue with the story when I have the time...maybe later on today, hopefully.

'Caio for now.

The month of October was ending fast, and, as usual, I looked foward to my favorite holiday of the year; Halloween (which should be a legal holiday, dammit!). However, with Halloween falling on a Wednsday and me going to night classes this semester, my plans for enjoying it seemed nill. Not that I got worked up or anything.

I noticed some signs taped to the walls of my college about a week before Halloween stating that two seperate clubs were sponsering parties; The Latin Club, and, of course, Ultimo's. I had learned that "Ultimo's" was not exactly a club, as it was not given funds by the school, but rather, a gathering of students who did stuff with the school's approval now and then. It was a hard club to get into (remember that girl tied to a tree in March with her mouth taped shut?), but it was considered "cool" by the masses. I, however, didn't care for such things, as I am socially dead and stayin' that way. But, a Halloween gathering was something I wanted in on.

For some reason, the party took place two days BEFORE Halloween; on a Monday night, in both cases. I had to devise a plan to bring a costume, go to class, and then leave my stuff somewhere and change. After some research, I had a plan; the locker bays in the Gym Building stayed open, according to the slack-jawed janitors who pretended to work there, until Midnight, when the guards locked'em. The Latin Party would end around 10pm, and the Ultimo party at about 11-11:30 pm. I would go to the locker bay, leave my trenchcoat and duffle bag, but carry my costume in a plastic bag. I would them sneak into a bathroom, change, but the plastic bag in a pouch around my waist that I wear with the costume (closest thing I can get to a utility belt), and I would be ready. When the fated time arrived that Monday, I bolted from my class, and put the plan in action.

It was windy that night, but not too cold. Or, at least it didn't feel cold with my trench on. After I stashed it and walked out with my costume and a t-shirt/jeans, it felt a little colder. I snuck into a bathroom on the third floor of a building, and, very catiously, put on my costume. It consisted of a black bodysuit, black boots, black rubber chemical gloves that almost went up to my elbows, the pouch, a black cape that touched my ankles, and, lastly, a mask. The mask was like a hood, but had a front part that was clear black, no eye-holes or mouth holes. It was made of a type of fabric that I could see out of, but no one could really see in. With it on, seeing at night or in darkness wasn't so hot, but it completely concealed identity. After about 10 minutes or so, I crept out a new man.

It felt weird creeping around the school in my costume. I was someone else now; I could be anybody under the mask. It was like an old comic geek fantasy come to life. I passed very few people at this time (nearly 9pm), and those that did just gave a look and went on. I headed for the Latin party first.

I was stopped by a metal detector. I would have to walk into a bathroom, take out all my metal objects (keys, watch, change, belt-buckle, etc) before entering. I was in no mood for such aggrivation, so I headed out to the Ultimo Party.

It was at a building past the parking lot, way at the edge of the campus where security guards rarely travel, especially at this late hour. An ominous feeling passed through my body. I saw the enterance door of the building open, and a man standing in front.

He was older than me, maybe 21, clad in a long sleeved black tee with white makeup on his face; his lips painted black and black eyeshadow over his eyes (like the Crow), and his head was shaved. He was talking to a black man in a "pig" mask, telling him that he couldn't enter. He cursed some and walked off.

I stepped up to bat. He grinned and looked me over.
"Who're you supposed to be?"

I shrugged. In costume, I talked as little as possible. I know, I'm weird.

He pointed a thumb at the inside. "Well, come on in, then. Nice cape, buddy. Heh, heh..."

I went in, and I knew already why they were way out here when I took a whiff of the air; I could smell marijuana in the air, and saw a few folks holding beers (mostly Bud and Coors Light). The room was smaller than it looked, but big enough so that everybody had their space. Strobe lights flickered overhead, and the DJ played either heavey metal music or techno. Occasionally rap. Everyone there was in some sort of black get-up, either jackets or capes with black and white, even green make-up. One girl was dressed as Raggity Ann. Some others simply had Hockey Masks in hand. I estimated about 30 or so people in total who were visiable, not including the DJ or the doorman.

I got odd looks as I walked around, staying to myself, just enjoying being in costume and being mysterious, when I looked over towards the snack/beer table and saw something that I quite didn't expect (but should have).

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hate to leave you hanging, but I really gotta split. Have a Happy Thanksgivin', and I'll try to finish up as soon as I can.

Like the spirit of New York, I shall return. 'Ciao.

Atop a small (about 3 or so feet high) consession table, I saw three girls tied up. I stood a little close, to get a proper look of the scene (after all, it was dark and my visability in that mask was horrible. Plus, after every song, all the lights would go out for a few seconds, followed by the crowd's cheer as a new song began, and the lights returned to their usual flicker).

One girl was black, with frizzy black hair, and the other two were white (one possibly part Russian?); one with hair dyed red, and a brunette. All were trim; couldn't have weighed more than 125 pounds each, and the three of them were between 5'6''-5'10'' in height. Their wrists had been tied together, palm-to-palm with white rope, which was very tight and biting their skin (it was even cinched between their wrists to make it tighter). Their hands were tied over their heads, and a rope connected their bound hands to a small air vent type pipe above, near the ceiling (it was a one story building, and the ceiling was about 12, maybe 15 feet up, or something). They were clad in tops (the black girl had a pink t-shirt that said "Guess Who?" on it, the redhead had a black tank top, and the brunette a blue tank top with her bra straps showing), underware, and socks. They were in a kneeling position at the end of that long table, side by side. Their knees and ankles were bound with the same white rope. Red ball-gags were strapped over their heads, and any muffles they have have uttered were being drowned out by the blaring music. I saw a heap of jeans and backpacks beside the table in a corner. The guests seemed to completely ignore them.

I let the image sink into memory, and began to back off, hoping I wouldn't get a hard-on or look too much like a caped perv (I was trying to be a superhero, after all), when the music stopped, but, this time, the lights stayed flickering, and the colored strobe lights flashed as usual...only a different color (blue, rather than red and green). I heard a male voice, maybe in his twenties, boom over a , microphone over the voices of the partygoers.

"Yo, yo, yo, y'all know what time it is!" He screamed.

As I fumbled in my pouch for my watch (which lit up in the dark), I was again deafened by the crowd shouting "Yeah" or "You bet yer ass!" or "Yup" or some grunt of acknowledgement.

I peered at my watch, bringing it close to my masked face. 10:30 pm, exactly.

The voice on the mike began again, and I looked towards it; not seeing it directly, but knowing that it was not the DJ. "It's ten-thirty, yo, another half-hour past. And y'all know what that means...!"

I saw that the doorman had left his post, and the door was closed. I watched the white face move past the crowd, as many of them cheered and patted him friendly-like on the shoulders, as he made his way to the trio of ladies tied at the end of the table. At this point, about half the crowd started chanting "Take-it-off...Take-it-off.." like a mantra (mosty men, but I heard a few hoots from female guests, too). I was in puzzled silence, and even alarm.

"They lose some more clothes!!" the voice blared, and I could see by now that the speaker was a guy with a green wig and macy piercings in his face, wearing a black leather trenchcoat.

I watched the doorman take out something shiny, and I saw it was a small pen-knife, like the type that comes in a Swiss Army keychain. A big smile on his black lips, he slid it down the black girl's back, and I got worried, but her facial expression didn't match that of being in pain, and before long, her t-shirt fell off. Hooting began as all saw her black bra. He then went to the redhead, and with the same act, her tank top fell off; the same to the brunette, and all were now only dressed in bras, underware, and socks, tied and gagged on a table in a club party. The remains of their clothes were tossed in the heap in the corner by the doorman, who put his dinky knife away, grinned, and bowed and took his applause.

"Alright, let's get a hand for our pledges, and 'member, the clock's still tickin'! Will they last another 30 minutes?" the annoucer barked, trying to sound like the mysteriour announcer at the end of the 1960's "Batman" show ("Same Bat-time...").

With that, the music started again, and the announcer left the mike. The doorman went back to his post, but the door was only open a crack now, and the dancing continued. Occasionally, I saw a few guys admiring the girls, even copping a few cheap feels before moving on to the chips or some other refreshment. This set me off; I didn't like that at all. Of course, how to do anything with a whole room full of people to stop me, and no other visable way out?

I crept around the area, trying to find a way out. The Bathroom was open, but had no window, as usual. Another door, the one closest to the table, was locked. A third door, roughly in the middle of the area, however, wasn't. It was broken and wouldn't lock. At this point, I wondered what those girls thought when I passed the second time, looking at them before I checked that door. Did they have a clue as to my intentions?

Two guys and their chick were giggling as they walked away from the girls, and I got closer. I remembered that girl tied to a tree and how she yelled at me, and I didn't want to risk a possible beating, unmasking and maybe even binding for a girl who wanted to remain like that, to face her fate (which, to anyone with brains, meant they'd probably be naked before the party ended at this rate). So, I crawled atop the table, figuring no one would think it was weird because I might have been copping a feel, too. I crept close to the black girl, who turned towards me and let out a grunt; the reb ball keeping her from speaking. She seemed to be relaxed, and her teeth weren't showing. I was close enough for her to feel by breath as I spoke into her ear; making my voice sound deeper and raspier (like Wolverine or Batman from the cartoons).

"Nod yes or no; Do you want to be rescued?"

She looked at me, as I backed off a tad, looking puzzled, her eyes looking into mine.

Getting nervous, I started to say again, only a little louder, "Nod yes or no--"

She shook her head "no" after that, and continued to eye me cautiously. I hopped off the table and walked around a little, trying not to be too obvious. After a song or so, I went to the corner, and put a leg on the edge of the table, lifting myself up by one hand and holding one of the "pipe connector" rope for balence, gaining the attention of the brunette, whose rope I was pulling.

"Whoa..!" I muttered, as I nearly fell off, but didn't. She let out a muffled giggle through her ball-gag.

I bent down a little closer and repeated my phrase, only louder than I had done for the black chick's first time. "Shake your head yes or no; do you want to be rescued?"

She had a small nose, and shimmering blue eyes. Her lipstick was tan, to match her skin somewhat. She seemed to look up, mulling it over in her mind. She took a glance at the party, and shook her head no. "MMMM- MMMMM."

As I hopped off, the redhead started to look at me pleadingly, but I left the table and walked around a bit. By now, I was very nervous and hot, sweating all over. I was also getting annoyed, wondering how two girls could possibly want in a club so bad as to allow themselves to not only be tied and gagged, but stripped and occasionally mocked and fondled? I kept my eye on the doorman, who seemed not to notice. A handful of more guests had arrived since I had, and I noticed that rap was no longer played; metal and techno ruled the party, and some kids were even raving and head-banging to the tunes. I made my way back to the table and stood on it, at the edge, in front of the redhead. If I were a perv, in the position we were in, she could have givin a "b-job" (saying it like this won't gross out little kids who don't know by now). Again using her rope that tied her hands upward for leverage (but, with both feet in the edge, I had more balance), I knelt as low as I could, looking into her eyes behind my expressionless mask.

"Shake you head yes or--"

I never got a chance to finish. She nodded her head VERY rapidly, her shoulder length hair moving with her. "MMMMMMEESS! MMMMMMESSSS!"

And that's when I realized that I didn't have a clue as to HOW I would get her to that door. I never thought that far ahead.

I figured I'd have to untie her slowly, so I actually moved the end of the table over a foot or so. I then walked between the table edge and the wall (sandwiched, in a way), and began to work on her bound ankles. They weren't as tight or cinched as the wrist ropes; I guess their legs had been untied to remove their pants and shoes earlier. If she had more room and wasn't kneeling, she probably could have gotten her legs looser, or even free, by herself. Anway, I sighed in relief as I went about untying the knot. And let me tell you; undoing decent knots while wearing rubber chemical gloves with sweaty palms is no easy feat, I assure you!

Before long, her ankles were free (she was wearing white socks), and I tossed the rope to the floor beside me. Seeing the knot that held her legs bound near, I stayed in my spot and untied it. I got lucky, and fumbled it loose fast; my nervousness and even fear beginning to build, since I didn't know how much longer I'd be ignored and I could feel that a half hour was almost up. Keep in mind, in-between untying, the lights would go out after every song, and hamper my work. Her knees were now free, and the rope feel as she began to move. I slid out of my spot and awaited the next blackout. When it came, I hopped atop the edge of the table in front of her as before and felt for the knot holding her arms up to that vent. I realized that I could not reach it without jumping and falling, so I grabed my keys and used the sharpest one, one for my gym locker, to begin cutting that one strand of rope in half. The lights were now on, and I could feel time slipping away, and when I got it about halfway cut, I put the knife away and tugged at the ends, growling in desperation; adrenaline perhaps making me stronger, because I was able to rip it the rest of the way.

Unfortunatly, that rip make me lose balance, and I fell onto my back pretty hard. WHAM!

I got up quickly, and she almost stepped on me, getting off that table; her hands still tied together and a ball gag strapped around her head. I got up, and quickly grabbed the leg of a pair of jeans in the clothes heap, and wrapped an arm over her shoulders, partially covering her in my cape as we hugged the wall and made a beline for the door. As I reached it, I heard someone shout "HEY!" from amidst the music, and I opened it halfway, pushing her in.

It led to a hallway, and at the sides were closed classrooms; at the end of the door, an exit, which I looked at in relief. However, I was paranoid, so I grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her down the hall, trying each classroom doorknob; knowing that occasionally, they are closed by left unlocked. Three were on each side, and after trying three, the forth one opened, and I pulled her amd myself in, closing the door shut behind us.

The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight shining through the three small windows, and from the light under the door. It was small, too, with a teacher's desk and about 20 or so seats for students. I pulled her to the furthest corner and rested, now at the height of nervousness. Okay, fine. I was piss scared.

The redhead looked at me, with her ball-gag in place, as she wriggled her hands and tried to get them free. Luckily, aside for grunts from her work, she remained silent; she was at least that bright. I pulled her down, so we were both crouching, and I helped her with her hands, as both of us had our eyes wide (she couldn't see mine, though, thank God), breathing heavilly, listening to sounds. We got her hands free, and she went to undo her ball-gag immediatly, ignoring the marks on her wrists. It took her a bit, but she got it free, and gasped for air as she dropped it. I thought I heard the hallway door opening, and I covered her mouth with a gloved hand in mid-gasp.

"Shhhh...." I said softly. I have to admit, putting my hand over her mouth was quite a thrill in a stressful time.

Her eyes wide, she shook her head, and I pulled my hand away. I could tell that she was as scared as I was. We heard a few footsteps passing; more than one guy, for sure, as they stalked the hall outside looking for us. One guy uttered some curses, and I guessed it was the doorman. My heart was beating like it was about to fly from my chest at this point. They checked the exit door, as I heard it open and close. I held her close to me, my hands gripping her shoulders, both of us looking at the door; my cape hiding her body.

One of them, not the doorman, said the "S-Word" loudly after the exit door closed, and they seemed to be walking back towards the party. "Maybe they're outside somewhere..." one of them whispered to another. Definatly at least 3 guys; maybe more. I breathed a sigh of relief as they went back into the party-room, and that door closed, and the halls were quiet once more; the only sound being the music from the other area.

I helped her up, and that's when I actually noticed how attractive she was. She had hazel eyes, and a nice, slender shape. Her breasts weren't very big, but her face was very cute, and she had freckles over her nose and thin lips. She looked about as we crept to the door, on her toes. I was glad that this one had a brain. My boots, unfortunatly, were making more noise than she was, and she shot a glance every time I moved. I cut in front of her to the door, and opened it a crack and peeked out.

The coast was clear. 10 feet or so to freedom. I motioned to her with my right hand to exit with me, and we did, staying close but not touching. The quiet was making me even more nervous, and I ran to the door and swung it open. "C'mon!"

She seemed surprised that I was so bold and loud, but complyed, running out onto the grass in her socks and under garments. I ran after her and the door slammed shut. As she trotted away, trying to get her barings and see where she was, I dropped the pants and grabbed a trash can near the sidewalk, lifted it, and carried it towards the door, tilting it and leaning it against the door, under the doorknob. To give a persuer a half a second hassle to exit. Not much, but, I had to do something. I grabbed her pants and ran off to meet her.

She'd stumbled onto the pathway, and we were walking towards the parking lot. "Sh!t, thank God we're out." I realized that she had a nice voice, too.

I handed her the jeans. "Here, put this on."

She took it. "These aren't mine."

"Wanna go back and look!?" I said, rather angrilly.

She rolled her eyes and began putting them on, as I kept an eye on the building we'd escaped from. From my vantage point, I could see and hear (due to the can) someone exitting from the back, but if they left from the front... "Okay, now what?" she asked, and she was still as freaked as I.

I normally don't have great ideas, but, with the pressure, in that costume, I came up with an idea. "Got any gym clothes?"

Her eyes got wide, and she grinned. "Hey, damn, I should have thought of that."

We ran, yes, RAN across the parking lot to the Gym Building, which was one of the closest ones, and we entered the ground floor via a side enterance that had electronic doors that swung open when you neared them. We stood in a grey hall, a few feet from the Men's Locker Bay. She leaned on one wall, and I leaned on another, and we took a breather while we could.

"Sh!t, I can't believe we made it," she panted, hands at her knees, bending down in fatigue.

"Yeah," was my Oh-So-Suave reply.

That's when she stood up, in all her half-dressed glory, and really looked me over for the first time. "Heh...that's a nice outfit."

I was watching the doors, and simply nodded.

"My name's Tiffany," she said, smiling. "Thanks a lot. What's your name?"

I looked at her. I realized that I was too much of a comic geek to tell her my name in costume. "Sorry, I don't give it out."

She looked at me funny. "OOOOHHHHHH, I get it. Superhero, huh?" She was smiling, improving her mood.

I shrugged. "Maybe."

She leaned back. "Man, that was SO cool. You knew exactly what to do...!"

"Huh!?" I muttered, surprised because I really didn't. "Oh..umm...thanks."

She hugged her sides. "Those guys were sick. I, like, wanted to get into their cheesy club, and they said all I hadda do was get tied up, and sh!t, they started stripping us....Damn, I left my wallet in those pants..! I mean, oh, God, what almost happened back there..."

I had gathered my wind back. "I dunno. Something perverted, that's fer sure."

"Wow..." Tiffany seemed to be thinking it over now. "You...really saved me back there. Oh, God, that was close. Wuh....Why were you even at that party?"

I shrugged. "It was a Halloween party, and the Latin one sucked."

"What're the odds, huh?" She said. Then, she started to walk closer. "Oh, c'mon, take the mask off. I won't tell..." I inched away. "Nah, don't. You should get dressed. Remember your combination?"

"Uh..yeah, of course." She started walking away towards the girls locker room. I followed for a bit. "I only have a dirty t-shirt and sneakers in there..."

"Better than goin' on a bus with a bra," I said, slipping a bit by mentioning a bus (how I got home).

"True." She went into the Locker bay, and the lights flickered on via a camera. I remained outside. She turned. "You comin' in?"

I backed off. "No. That's the girl's room."

She smiled. "Aww, how sweet. Don't go too far now, Batman." "I'm not Batman," I grumbled. "You change, an' wait for me by the door. If I'm not there in two minutes after you get there, leave and go upstairs. Find a security guard or a janitor, or something."

"'kay!" she said, as she scampered to her locker.

I raced to the Locker Bay, and opened it up. As I took out my duffle bag and began taking my costume off, I realized I was going to do the stupidest thing in the universe; LEAVE. I was going to change, bail, and leave her there, hoping she followed the plan. I took the mask off, and my hair was a mess. Sweaty and nervous, I changed back into my normal t-shirt, jeans, and trench look and tucked the costume into by duffle bag, and headed for the stairs. As I neared the upstairs door, I heard her arrive in sneakers that squeaked, and wait.

I sighed and left. I left the Gym building, ran across the campus, and towards the bus stop, and she never saw me. As I was leaving, I heard a security guard by the gate speak into his walkie-talkie, get into a car, and drive into the campus, towards were I'd come from. I continued on my way. I got on the bus, regretting my decision for the entire trip home. Mother was home, but I never spoke about it.

I never saw her again, although I heard from a few teachers that there were a few suspentions, even arrests, and that the Ultimo club was more than likely gonna be shut down. It was a whole domino effect that was triggered by me going to that party. To this day, I wonder about my decision to leave Tiffany behind and save my identity. Did she think I was a jerk, or something else? I'll never know.

Yeah, I can be a moron sometimes.
That's all for now. Like Tony Danza's acting career, I shall return.

'Ciao. And sorry for the wait. I hate it when I read stories, too.

This story happened one summer, when I was 16. Some relatives from Texas were staying at my aunt’s house, so Mom volunteered a spare mattress we had in the attic. It was a twin, and wouldn’t fit into our car, so I got a 50-foot roll of clothesline and tied it to the roof. I used my Swiss army knife and cut three 10-foot lengths. I tied two in front and one in the back, really cinching it tight. I had 20 feet left over, so I just threw it in the back seat in case of emergencies.

My sister Gretel wanted to see one of her Texas cousins, so she came along. She’s 12. I hate it when cocks a princess attitude and acts like it’s my mission in life to chauffeur her around, but since I had to make this run anyway, I figured, why not?

I drove over to my aunt’s house and delivered the mattress. It turned out all the kids had gone into town to see to a movie, so Gretel decided to go back home with me rather than hang around and be bored by the adults. I threw all the rope in the back seat and we took off.

Gretel has long dark hair, brown eyes, and prominent cheekbones. Her chin is large. Masculine, like the exaggerated jaw you see on a cartoon superhero. Her nose is a little large too. But somehow it all comes together. She’s definitely the cutest of my sisters. Of course I’m biased.

As I recall she was wearing green shorts and a white spaghetti top and sandals. I didn’t like her sitting in the back seat, because when she does that it usually means she’s going to go regal on me. But on that summer day she started playing with the rope. I didn’t turn around, but I sneaked peeks in the rear-view mirror, and saw her wrapping it around her wrist and smiling.

“That was cool the way you tied the mattress to the roof,” she said.

“Well, what else was I supposed to do with it? Drag it behind the car?”

Gretel giggled. “Too bad you can’t tie me to the roof,” she grinned. “It’d be a great way to get around town.”

“Your hair would get full of bugs,” I pointed out.”

At a stop sign I looked back, and saw that my perverse little sister had actually tied the clothesline to her left wrist, and run a few loops around her right wrist. She had that shy but sly expression I knew all too well from our tie-up games. Obviously she was imagining a ropey scenario. We had done pirates and bank robbers and girl detective; she could be remembering one of those. Or maybe the sight of the white cord had triggered something new.

Did I mention we lived in the country? I turned down a side road, ran a quarter mile, then turned into a gravel road that ran deep into someone’s corn field. The corn was so high we couldn’t be seen from the main road, and the chances of someone coming along the side road were remote.

“Where are you going?” Gretel asked.

I stopped the car and turned around. “Want to play a tie-up game?”

“Out here?”

“Why not? Would you rather go home and watch TV?”

She didn’t say anything. She just held out her bound wrists and smiled. That’s what comes from being a farm kid, I guess. You learn to make your own entertainment.

I climbed in the back seat and untied her wrists. Being a well-trained little sister she immediately crossed them behind her back. But this time I had something different in mind. I had her lie face down on the seat and put her arms behind her back. Kneeling on the transmission hump, I arranged her forearms parallel to each other, so each hand was near the opposite elbow, and then carefully wound them with rope, tying a knot every few inches. I used two 10-foot pieces of rope. I made the ropes snug enough that she couldn’t pull free, and put the knots were where her fingers couldn’t reach. Gretel craned her neck and tried to peer over her shoulder, trying to see what I was doing.

“OK. Sit up.”

She obeyed, grinning. She really liked being my captive. I never felt like I was taking advantage of her or anything. We had joked about her being a slave in a previous life.

Next I looped a piece of rope around her legs, just above the knees, and cinched it tight. Then I did the same thing to her ankles. (After taking off her sandals, so she was barefoot.) Her feet were so small and delicate it was always a pleasure to look at them as I tied her ankles. Her toenails were painted red. After I tied her ankles I scooted her over to the right side of the rear seat and snapped the seat belt into place. Of course I tightened it as much as I could, both the lap belt and the over-the-shoulder strap.

“This is awesome,” Gretel said, eyes shining. She wiggled around, but couldn’t move very much. Her arms were up so high on her back that she couldn’t even get her fingers to the latch of the seat belt.

Being a thorough big brother, I tied her bound ankles to the metal rail at the bottom of the shotgun seat. Then I looked her over. She was completely helpless. And the cool thing was, you couldn’t tell her arms were tied. Except for the rope at her knees and ankles she could have been a girl out for a normal boring drive. She looked down at her knees, pinned together by symmetrical lines of rope, and smiled.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“I was hitchhiking, and a criminal picked me up. You’re kidnapping me and taking me to your hideout.”

Such a lurid imagination for a sixth grader! I had been planning on just sitting there in the corn field, enjoying watching her struggle, but her words gave me an exciting new idea.

I checked the trunk, which, being a farmer’s car, was crammed with all sorts of junk. I selected two: someone’s spare T-shirt and a dust mask.

She couldn’t see what I was doing, and that made her nervous. “Billy? Billy?” she called.

The T-shirt was reasonably clean, so I cut off a long strip around the waist with my knife. I stepped back up to the open door. As soon as Gretel saw that cloth in my hand she knew she was going to be gagged. She liked being gagged but she always pretended to fight it. In games at home she would say “Help, help!” in a normal or quiet voice, but out in the corn field I guess she figured no one would hear us, so she started bellowing. “HELP! HELP! I”M BEING KIDNAPPED!” She also jerked her head from side to side and front and back and generally gave me a hard time.

But I persevered, and finally got the stretchy cotton between her lips. It was long enough to loop around twice. Before I tied it I pulled her long hair out from under and arranged it so it covered the gag on the sides and back. Gretel glared at me and made mumbling sounds, but overall she seemed pleased that the game was on track.

Then I sprang a surprise. I put the dust mask over her face so it covered the gag in front. It was the blue 3M type, consisting of a porous paper filter and an elastic band that goes around your head. It’s worn by people who are allergic to corn pollen or sensitive to the chemicals we use on the fields. (Any of you city slickers who think rural life means clean air are in for a big surprise if you come to the Midwest in summer.) I hated covering her gagged mouth, because I liked the bright white cloth digging into her tanned cheeks, liked watching her teeth chew on the cloth, but it was essential for the next stage of my plan.

Now that my sister was bound and gagged and completely helpless, I closed all of the doors and turned on the ignition and started back along the gravel road.

At first she didn’t realize what was happening. She just sat there, gazing out into the field. Then we came to the side road, and I pulled out of the corn field. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I could see Gretel’s brown eyes darting from side to side. We came to the main road, and I stopped at the sign.

“LLLLEEEE! WWWWTTTTT RRRRR UUUU DDDNNN?”

“Just going for a little drive.”

“NNNNN!” She bounced up and down in frustration.

A truck zoomed by. I crept forward enough to make sure the road was clear, then pulled out and quickly accelerated. I followed the truck, matching his speed, but staying a quarter mile back. There was no other traffic in sight.

“LLLEEE! ET MMEE GGGO!” Gretel squirmed and struggled.

“Relax,” I said. “Anyone who passes us from ahead is going to flash by so fast they won’t even notice you. Anyone who passes us from behind will be concentrating on the road ahead, not looking in the back seat. Even if he does, he’ll see a girl wearing a dust mask. Perfectly normal, wouldn’t you say? Ooops. I forgot. You can’t say!” I chortled at my witticism.

After contorting like mad, Gretel finally managed to hunch her shoulder down and to the side and get her fingers on the seat belt latch. But then I guess she realized that even if she did release it, she would still be tied up, so what was the point? She straightened up and let her head slump back against the seat.

I cruised along, no particular destination in mind, just trying to avoid towns and stay on minor roads. I was thrilled to be driving around with a girl tied up and gagged in the back of my car. What a buzz!

I came up behind a big tractor-trailer. There was some traffic coming the other way, so I couldn’t pass. I slowed down and studied the plates and stuff people had written in the dirt on the back of the truck.

“I wonder if that trucker would buy you,” I said.

“Mmmm?” Gretel’s head came up and her eyes opened wide.

“Those long-haul truckers get lonely on the road. I bet this guy would love to have a pretty girl to keep him company.”

“NNNOO WWWAAA.”

“Did you know they have a little compartment behind the driver? It’s like a small room with a bed. He’d have to keep you tied up and gagged, of course, so you couldn’t signal a state trooper or the guys at the weigh station. But you’d be cozy and warm.

Gretel snorted skeptically. But she looked a little worried.

“I bet he’s heading for California. I wonder how many days it would take to drive to California. A lot of girls would get claustrophobic being tied up in a small compartment for a couple of days, but not you. You’d just tell yourself stories, right?”

“Nnnnnn,” she moaned plaintively and shook her head.

“Maybe I should,” I said, as if talking to myself. “I bet she’d love to be a trucker’s pet. I could flash my lights and get him to pull over. If I sold her for $200 I could—”

“NNNNN!” she wailed.

“Just kidding,” I said, reaching back and patting her knee. Gretel gave me the skunk-eye and let her head flop back again.

I drove around for another hour, then found a quiet cornfield in which to release her. I really like gags, so as soon as we were hidden away I took off the dust mask so I could see the cotton cloth pulled through her mouth. Rope by rope I untied her, starting at the ankles, working my way up to her arms. Gretel just sat there passively, as if tired. I left the gag for last. I was apprehensive about what she’d say when the gag came off (that line about selling her to the trucker was a bit much) but to my surprise, my little sister grabbed me and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks, Billy. That was awesome!”

“So you liked that, huh.”

“Oh man. You are a nut case, that’s for sure.” She pulled her hair back and got it arranged and put it up in a ponytail with a rubber band. “You can take me home now,” she said, in the princess-y voice I hate.”

The kidnapping of David

Chapter 1 A nasty homecoming

David was a boy of seventeen, who could best be described by his friends and teachers in the School, as being of a bubbly character and good fun to be with. He liked nothing better than having a laugh and a drink of Lager with his mates. Another of his favorite pastimes was writing stories and cruising the Internet. He stood about five feet nine inches tall, had short cropped hair, bright blue eyes and a pale complexion. He wore Adidas tracksuit, a black teashirt; dark colored socks and Reebok Trainers. He enjoyed being around his friend’s house playing cards or tie up games so much that he often forgot what the time was. He would often say to which ever of his two friends he was visiting, that he had to go. The reason he gave was, he had not noticed the time. In reality, he knew how the time was running, but would tell himself another five minutes then I’ll go. Both his friends were used to him having to rush of and watched as he cycled away.

David came home a bit later than normal, but not enough for his Uncle James to be overly upset. However, as he came through the door, his uncle looking deeply concerned, asked him to change into his nightclothes and then call him when he had done so. David changed into his Blue Reebok teashirt and white Reebok shorts all the while thinking “I am only about ten to twenty minutes late at the most”. He shouted his Uncle’s name and the reply was “all right, now come into the living room”. David felt tense and nervous as he entered the living room. As he approached his uncle, he was told to go to the bedroom cabinet and fetch what was in there. David went to the cabinet and found only a roll of black masking tape and two thin pieces of rope. It never occurred to him at the time, that they had been strategically put there. He was to find out from his uncle at a later time that the crooks were told by him, that his nephew would be coming home at any moment. One of the thugs had then took some rope from his pocket, cut two pieces and left it with a roll of tape in the second draw of the cabinet. They had then went to hide but not without first telling his uncle what he must do. He must act completely natural and not give any inclination to his nephew that anything was wrong. They also showed him a gun with a silencer, stating it would be used on him, should anything go wrong. To make the point they held it to his temple, and watched as a few drops of perspiration began to appear on his forehead.

David came back and said there was nothing in there but tape and string. His uncle said “that’s alright, now bring them here and hurry”. David ran, fetched the items, and then passed them to his uncle. The next thing that happened was a complete surprise, as his uncle suddenly cut a piece of black tape off and stuck it over his nephew’s mouth. David wanted to ask him what he was doing and what was going on but couldn't. His protests came out in a muffled sound. He then had his hands tied in front of him, was marched to his bedroom, where his uncle then did his feet up. David was lying there on his own bed tied up but not knowing what was going on. Also, he realised that they had been done in a caring way. That is to say not tightly but secure. It was almost as if it was done to create an illusion of a well tied up boy. Suddenly, he heard voices in the living room. He could have got out of his bonds if he had wanted to, but decided that he had best leave them on for now. He had also worked out, that since he had not heard the front door open, they must have already been hiding in side. “I wish Mike and Mark were here” he said, but at the same time, trying to reassure himself that he was not frightened. “They would know what to do. Mark would tap them on the shoulder, and then Mike would slice both their heads off with a broad sword.” No sooner had he got the last thought out of his mind when his door shot open and a strange face looked in. “Its all right in here bill, that boys not going anywhere”. He then shut the door quietly but firmly.

David had worked out, that if his uncle had not done the ropes, then he would have been in a far worse situation. He knew that if the crooks had tied him up, his hands would be behind his back and in a much more tighter and secure way. Again his thoughts were interrupted this time by a voice “Now mate, he heard one of the voices state, where is your safe or valuables and you had better tell us now or your boy will feel a lot of pain”. David tried to put faces and images of the crooks to the voices in his mind but realised, judging from the face that looked in, that he was way of the mark. He also felt a bit annoyed at himself, for thinking that his uncle would do anything strange or unusual to him. Especially, since they always discussed everything, knew so much about each other, and loved each other so much. You could not get a better uncle and nephew he thought. He also did not want to lose him, so he had to think of something quickly to get them out of this predicament.

David was racking his brain for an idea, when he suddenly remembered that his uncle always left a mobile phone inside the cabinet, which housed David’s computer. His uncle left it there for his nephew to use in emergencies. One reason being he could often work late or have transport problems. David quickly got out of the rope on his hands but left his feet tied up for safety reasons. He hopped over to the cabinet, pulled open one of the two doors, reached in and brought out the mobile phone. It was buried under some of his computer and schoolbooks. He quickly pushed the start button and the light came on. He was about to dial the number when there was a noise outside his door. Suddenly he heard his uncle yelp in pain “arrrrr”. “We told you that if you do not have a safe, you must have something of value here, stop telling us you have nothing or else”. David, put the rope back around his hands as best he could but, only when he had maneuvered the door first and then opened it. He did it taking care to let them see it was not done without the aid of some difficulty.

He opened the door in time to see one of the crooks, smack his uncle across the face with the butt of a gun, and shout again for him to tell them were his safe or valuables were kept. David pulled the tape of his mouth to one side, so that is was hanging of the side of his mouth and pleaded, “Please leave my uncle alone, he is telling the truth, we do not have anything of value in here”. “Get back in your room” his uncle, said in a very concerned voice. However, that advice was too late in coming, as one of the two thugs fetched David a very hard blow, which knocked him back into the bedroom. He was hit so hard, that it was impossible for him to hold the rope around his hands together and they came away. He landed on his back, but not before catching his head on the pointed side of the computer desk. When he finally came too, he found his hands were securely tied in front of him, and soon realised, that he was going to have real difficulties using the phone, which he had hidden under the pillow. The thug then put a fresh piece of tape over the boy’s mouth and then shut the door. He came back within a minute and put a cold flannel on David’s temple to stem the bleeding. “My god “ he blurted out, “You must have enough blood in you to stock every single blood bank in Britain”. David responded but with a glare not a smile. It was the sort of look, which said, “you will be in a much worse state than me when I get out of this”.

When the blood had stopped sufficiently, he then left the room. He returned again with a large plaster and stuck it over David's right temple. He then left but this time locking the door behind him. It was exactly what David had wanted him to do. It meant that he could work on the bonds without hopefully being disturbed. He bit at the rope, which seemed to take ages, not knowing what was happening to his uncle outside. It was quite awhile, before one of the villains opened the door, to let the boy know, that his mate
had gone to the bank with his uncle. He was also told to be a good boy and not cause any trouble. The thug then left, shutting the door, and locking it behind him. David started biting at the rope again, but this time with urgency, as he knew that the thugs meant to clear out his uncle’s bank account. This would leave them both with no money for the holiday, not to mention in debt. He worked on the bonds until eventually, after what seemed an eternity, they gave way. He again peeled the tape off to one side of his mouth, reached for the mobile phone from out of behind the pillow, and dialed nine nine nine.

Chapter 2 Rescuing David a problem?

“Hello caller, you are through the emergency services, how can I help you?” a voice asked in a polite manner. David explained everything in hushed tones, as he was worried that the thug might hear. The female receptionist on the other side of the line informed him that the police would be on their way. She tried to keep him talking, but David was scared somebody would hear and so hung up. He then used the mobile phone to ring Mark and Mike informing them of his predicament plus warning them, that should they decide to come to rescue him, they must be careful of the thug left in the house. He then put the mobile phone back under the pillow. It was about two hours later when suddenly there was a knock on the front door. The thug walked to the door but could not see anyone through the spy hole. He then walked back but in the direction of David's bedroom. He unlocked the door and as it swung back, David maneuvered the tape, still hanging off the side of his mouth, back on fully. The thug untied David’s legs, grabbed him by the left arm, pulling him into a standing position. He then untied his hands while explaining what he was to do upon opening the door. The boy nodded with recognition while the thug removed the sticker. He then went to the door and opened it. He knew full well who was out there, just as he knew that the thug had a silencer trained on him, from a strategic position. He looked straight out into the open space, seeing only the trees, road and houses across the road. Suddenly, he heard a hissing sound. He turned to the left side and spotted Mike and Mark with their backs against his house’s wall. “Where is he” Mike mouthed to him. The boy wanted to reply but knew he had to be extremely careful. These thugs would think nothing of shooting a youngster in cold blood, if it meant they got what they wanted.

David tried to use his eyes to direct them to where he was, but the message did not seem to be getting though. He then came up with an idea. He motioned his head in a backward position indicating that one of the boys should come as near to the front door as possible. Mark inched his way to the entrance, stopping only when he got as near as he dared. David then shouted back to the thug “there is no one here” Mark listened intently and heard a rough voice say “ Alright then, come inside and shut the door”. Mark Crept back to where Mike was now squatting down and said in a hushed tone, that the thug's voice came from the living room. “How the hell are we going to get in there” Mike asked him. “Don’t worry” replied Mark; “ I have a plan.

Chapter 3 Mark’s plan works

Mark informed Mike of his plan, which his friend agreed, was brilliant. They then crept around the back of the house using their hands and knees. Mike watched, as Mark climbed up the drainpipe and stopped next to David’s bedroom window. Mark then held on to the pipe with one hand, with his other hand clutching the window ledge. He watched what happened next from between the small gap left by David's curtains. He could see the thug putting a black piece of tape over his friend’s mouth. He could also see that his friend had his hands and feet tied up. He was totally incapacitated. The thug then left shutting the door behind him. Next thing David heard was a tapping on the window. He craned his neck in a backward position but could only barely, see a figure at the window. The thugs had not taken much notice of the curtains, as David’s uncle was not expecting anybody and besides, they would hardly come from around the back and shoot up a drainpipe. Mark was holding on to the drainpipe, with one hand while tapping on the window with the other. He whispered what David was to do before moving back to the side of the bedroom window. Kilain started to make muffled noise to try to attract the thugs attention. When this did not work, he kicked the scanner for his computer of the desk, sending it crashing to the floor. It made the din just as he had anticipated it would. It was not long before he heard the key turn in the door. The door swung open and in stepped the thug. He tore the tape to the side of David's mouth, which made his victim cry “youch” He then grabbed him by the throat and asked him what he was playing at. The boy replied with difficulty that it was to hot and could he have the window open. The thug responded by saying, “Who do you take me for” The boy asked again all the while gasping for air, that he was tied up after all and not going anywhere. The thug then released his grip on the neck, went to the window, saw that it had a safety catch, which would only allow it to go so far and opened it to the minimum. David smiled at the thug for the first time that evening but it was a smile that said something completely different. The thug then maneuvered the tape back over David's mouth and left.

Mark then used one of his hands to grab hold of the gap left by the open window. It hurt a bit as the gap was not quite big enough for a hand to go through. Mark then approached it from a different angle and pulled at the window with all his might, it still did not budge. He then asked David through the gap to make some noise. David shook his head from side to side showing he did not want to do it, but Mark insisted. David then rolled of the bed pulling the black tape to one side as he did so. Mark waited for the crash to the floor before kicking at the gap with such force, that the safety catch gave way. Mark smiled with relief but it was short lived, as the door was unlocked and the thug came in to the room. Mark put the window back in the position the thief left it in and went back to the side. “ I hope he does not notice the window or look out here” he thought “Otherwise” we are done for”. The thief who at the same time was making some reference to him being a stupid boy, for being so clumsy, maneuvered David back on to the bed. “I suppose you were trying to get out of your bonds to warn somebody, perhaps I had better shut your window”. “ No” replied David “It was just an accident. I got cramp on one side of my body and was moving on to my right, when I went too far and fell of the bed”. “Oh all right then “ replied the thug “but next time, the window is shut”. Having put the tape back over the boy’s mouth, he was about to leave when he then turned back around heading back to where David was lying. He peeled the tape completely of the boy’s face. He started telling David that he had a boy and a girl of about the same age. He explained that the money was needed to feed them. However, as he sat down on the bed next to him, David could see some puncture marks in his arm. Mark was listening intently to what was going on until he heard a slight tapping on the long black pipe. “ What is happening up there?” Mike whispered. Mark put his finger to his mouth motioning for Mike to be patient. Mark then turned back around to a forward position to hear what was going on. He was also beginning to get quite cold up there and his arms and legs started to cramp up. This was due to the uncomfortable position he was crouched in. “Oh for god sake leave the room,” he thought to himself. “ My mate don’t wanna hear your shitty life story”.

David did not respond, as the thief told him his life story, he knew that Mark by now was becoming either agitated, or would have to go back down the pole. Suddenly, David decided he must do something, and he did. “ My god, just because I am trussed up like a prize turkey does not mean I have to listen to this crap. Just look at your arm, You’re a smack hied”. The thug then replied that he was on the mend and was giving it up. “ Yea right, and my uncles Count Dracula”. David retorted. He tried to convince his victim that this was not the reason why he needed the money, but the boy continued to press and upset him. He continued to such an extent until the thief stuck the tape back over his victim’s mouth and then stormed out of the room in a huff. As he thought to himself “thank god he’s gone”, he heard the actual words come from outside the window. Mark then moved the window further to the side, then griped the ledge with his left hand. He then let go of the pipe with his other hand fixing it on the ledge. This meant that both his hands were fixed on the ledge. With that, he pulled himself up and clambered in. Once inside he then turned, poked his head out of the window and made signs to Mike that all was well. Mike then started the climb up the drainpipe but making sure not to look down. Mark’s Plan had worked.

Chapter 4 to the rescue.

Mark waited until Mike had both hands fixed on the window ledge before helping him in. He then shut the window, leaving the same gab that was there before, so as not to attract the villains attention. Both boys now had to decide which of the two was going to attract the thug’s attention, and who was going to put him out of commission. Mike went to the door and was about to peep through when he heard a noise. He motioned to Mark and they both moved silently towards the wardrobe. They got in and heard the door open. The thief looked in, until he was satisfied that everything was all right. He was about to shut the door, when he changed his mind, walked towards David, and started telling him that everything would be all right as long as his uncle co-operated. He then went on the say that he was not really a bad person just a misunderstood one. The villain then peeled the tape off David's mouth and asked him whether he was comfortable. The boy indicated sarcastically that he was, but needed to go to the Loo. “Why did you not say something before” the villain asked him. The boy did not answer straight away but just looked at him in disbelief. He did eventually come up with an answer, which was, “I wanted to go, but was to scared to ask”. He wasn’t really but what did this bloke know. Also, he had realised that, this bloke had a simple brain, which could be exploited. “ I never wanted to do any of this you understand, it was my cousins fault. I don’t like doing things like this. By the way, what is your name?” “Its David” he replied, more interested in the rest of the conversation. “If you do not want to do this, why are you doing it? You could just give me the gun, walk out of here and nobody would be the wiser”. “I would love to” replied the crook, but my cousin would kill me and then you”. “Look” replied his victim, “if you just left me like this and ran, then I will stay mum and not mention you to the police, what do you say”. “You talk to much for a boy. Lets get you to that loo before I end up having to wash the stains out of your shorts”. With that he then undid David’s legs, and marched him out of the room and in the direction of the toilet.

“How am I supposed to go the toilet with my hands tied”. Asked his captive in a quizzical but stern voice, The thief looked in to the toilet room, removed anything that could be used as a weapon, and then untied his captive’s hands. This was the chance that Mike and Mark were waiting for; they pushed the hanging clothes to one side, opened the wardrobe door slowly and then stepped out. Mark walked slowly to the door and peeped out. He could see the thug standing outside the toilet door. While in the toilet, David looked around for anything of use to hit the thug with, there was nothing. He was feeling a bit agitated, when suddenly an idea came to him. He went to the loo first, as he realised that he had wanted to go after all. He then got both toilet rolls and dropped them into the bowl. Having done that, he pulled the chain, the water came up, but instead of going back down again, went over the top. It spilled on to the floor and into the passageway. “Good old David” Mark thought to himself and turned to Mike to let him know what was happening and to get ready. The thug started to bang on the door and shouted, “open the door or you will be sorry. I am not playing games, now open the damn door.” David, knowing the floor would be wet and slippery opened the door and rushed him. At the same time as he grabbed him by the neck with one hand, he managed to get the thugs gun arm with the other. This had the effect of sending one of the bullets crashing into the ceiling. Mark turned to Mike and said, “that’s it let’s go”. Mark then pulled the door open to its maximum and both boys then rushed the thug. Mike stabbed him in the left shoulder, with one of a number of small weapons he had been collecting from the medieval times. Mark at the same time pushed him, making him fall on his back. While the thug was lying there in agony, David kicked him in the face and told him this is for my uncle and kicked him again saying this is for my head.

The three boys pulled the thug to the top of the stairs and then bundled him down them. They watched as he hit each step before coming to rest in a heap at the bottom. This action had the effect of knocking the villain out. The boys then ran down stairs to make sure he was still breathing. Somehow, they did not fancy the idea of explaining how he died. They then pulled him in to the living room. “What now” asked David
“ We tie him up like he did to you, then we’ll wait for the other creep”. “ Shouldn’t we call the police again to make sure that they are on their way”. “Why?” asked Mike “ We seem to be doing a great job with out them”.

Chapter 5 Help is at hand

Mark and David tied up the thug and then waited for Mike to come up with a plan. “Why are you waiting for me to come up with a plan?” he asked. Because it is your turn said David and Mark together. Mike sat down on the sofa to consider the situation. He began to come up with something in his mind when it was interrupted by muffled groans. It was the thug. He was coming to and looked in a really bad way. “We had better do something about that wound, first” said Mike “otherwise, he will die of loss of blood”. All three boys knew first aid. David went to the medicine cupboard and brought back the linen needed. He tied a large piece of cloth around the top of the arm leading to the shoulder; making it secure with a large safety pin. “ This is more than you deserve you scumbag” He was going to elaborate, when he was stopped in mid sentence by Mark who said, “enough, we have more urgent matters to attend to”. Mike then heard a noise of a car coming up the driveway. He whispered to Mark that this must be the other thug returning. Both boys went over to the window to have a look. While looking out, they made sure that they could not be seen, by using the curtain as cover. Not much could be seen from the position they were looking out from, so it was agreed to make everything look as normal as possible. Mike untied the thug’s feet and with David’s help got him in a standing position. The thug did not know that there was a car entering the driveway so Mike told him, that they had to get him up to the bathroom, to attend to the wound properly. He also told him that if they did not move fast, the wound would become septic. The thug nodded. This had the result of the thug working with them rather than against them. However, once they got him up stairs, Mark hit him over the head with a broken chair leg, and he fell sprawled out on the floor. One of the boys then put a cloth around his mouth for added security. They dragged him along to the bedroom, and then bundled him into the wardrobe. Mark then shut the window on and then put David back in the position he was in before. They then both got in to the wardrobe with Mike holding a knife, which he was prepared to use, should the thug even think about giving them away.

Time seemed to drift on and it seemed like hours before the door swung open. David’s heart beat faster and his pulse raced. He was ready for the worse, when a smiling and delighted face came through the open door, followed by armed police officers, pointing their rifles in a threatening manner. It was his uncle. Due to the precise information that his nephew had given the operator, they were able to apprehend the thugs at the bank. The boys found out later on, that the second thug was met a long the way. He was to be the lookout, as well as the get away driver. Uncle James untied his nephew’s feet before helping him up from the bed. He then gave him a tender hug out of relief that he was safe, followed by a grateful kiss on the side of the face. “ I was so frightened that they may have hurt you, while I was in the bank”, his uncle said in a concerned but relived way. His uncle then took the tape carefully of his nephew’s mouth, not that it was that hard to peel of, as it had lost some of its tackiness. “Are you all right? I was so worried they might have done you some harm”. “They can’t hurt me,” said David, holding out his tied up hands for his uncle to untie. He then allowed the rope to fall to the floor. “I am as tough as they come, anyway, what happened to those vermin?” “They have got the two in custody and both will be before a judge first thing tomorrow”. His uncle replied. The police sergeant seeing David and his uncle embracing and happy together said to them, “I can see that I am no longer needed here but, I will need some statements, so I will be back tomorrow about lunch time. Oh by the way, what happened to the third thug?” Suddenly, the wardrobe door sprung open and Mike replied “Oh you mean him.” The thug then fell out of the wardrobe rolling on to the floor. He was moaning but could not be heard. That is to say, he was not understood by anyone, not that it mattered to the officers milling around him. “You are under arrest” the Sergeant told him “ Anything you say will be taken down in evidence and used against you” All the response the Sergeant got was a muffled one. “Take him down to the police station and charge him with kidnapping, burglary, threatening behavior with menaces and use of a an illegal firearm. You will find all the evidence we need embedded in the ceiling. I will come up with more charges once we have interviewed all three villains”. The sergeant and the police officers left taking with them the villains in handcuffs. All three boys had sarcastic smiles on their faces, and were grinning with satisfaction, as they watched the police with there captives leave. Mike managed to take the mickey out of the one in pain, who was lead away last, by mimicking his painful actions. It was suddenly quiet with just David being embraced by his uncle and Mark and Mike looking on smiling. However, this was not going to leave David and his uncle to share a real night together, as they would have to share their Lager with Mark and Mike. Thankfully, his uncle gave both boys some money and they went of to the offlicense to buy their favorite alcoholic drinks. Also, as a special treat for their bravery, his uncle said, that he would make them what ever they wanted to eat. They were also allowed to stay up till whatever time they wanted. Mark and Mike both let their parents know that they were staying over at the David’s, for the remainder of the holiday. They all stayed up that night, out in the back garden with a campfire going. They ate sausages, baked potatoes, beans and had a really good drink. They even had time to sing songs.

At school David was a hero, enjoyed every bit of the praise, and couldn’t help telling his school friends, how he had saved his uncle from the clutches of the burglars. He loved telling them, that they would have killed him and his uncle, if not for his quick thinking. As he walked out of the school grounds accompanied by his schoolmates, having been given special permission by his teacher, he told some local girls about his adventure. One of them with a nice cut red dress on with stockings and a pair of short high heels on, kissed him on the side of the face and told him how wonderful he was. David then gave a broad smile, which made his two school friends screw their faces up. Mike turned to Mark and said, “ oh boy, we are never going to hear the end of this are we? and I suppose we were just innocent bystanders.” However, David had actually got to like being tied up and so his uncle put him in a hog tie most days and when not in that position tied him with his hands in front, ankles tied together and a nice piece of duct tape on his face. Other times it was hands behind his back, rope around his body and his ankles tied up securely. It got to the stage where he did not like to go home, as he loved staying with his uncle. At night he would dream of being tied up by the thieves again.

However, that was not the end of the story, as the thieves received only a short term in prison. They had heard David’s stories, and were already plotting their revenge from their cell. One especially sore thief more than the other two. But that is another story.

Who would love to be David

Next one for the tied and gagged treatment please

One friday night mom and dad had left me and Sarah alone. This didn't happen to often because my brother Micheal is older and watches us. I had been trying to get them to leave us alone for a long time (doing extra chores, making good grades and stuff), now that they had we didn't know what to do. Sarah thought we should play "Spooky House ". We would turn off all the lights. One of us would be the monster, the other would be the detective. If the monster caught you, they could tie you up and you didn't want that to happen. Sarah liked to tickle after she got you. We flipped a coin to see who was who.

I had to be the detective, Sarah was the monster. Before we turned out the lights, we went to Dad's tool room and got some rope and stuff for the monster. After that I got a flashlight so I could have light to see by. It made things more spooky. We turned off all the lights and Sarah went off to hide. I waited for a little while then began searching for the monster.

If I was smart, I'd look for the monster with a gun, but I didn't have a toy gun for this game. I crept around the house pointing my light around and tripping over stuff. It's really weird. You live somewhere forever and you can still trip over stuff in the dark.

I just made it to my dad's study when Sarah came at me with a roar. I screamed and ran away. She chased me for a while and then hid again. I waited, then started again. Sarah was pretty good at this game, which is what made it so much fun.

I made it all the way upstairs when Sarah attacked me again. This time I wasn't getting away. She put the rope sround me and pulled me into my mom and dad's bedroom. She wrapped the rope pretty tight around my arms to keep me still then wrapped the rest around my hands. She didn't tie any knots, since it was just pretend so I held the rope to make it feel like I was tied up.

She sat on me and tickled my tummy. I laughed so hard, I thought I'd pass out. When she was finished, I unwrapped the rope and said, "My turn."

Sarah got the flashlight and I got to be the monster. Sarah made a good monster but was a lousy detective. I jumped out of the linen closet and scared her so bad, she just collapsed on the floor shaking and screaming. I wrapped her up in the rope and took her to my bedroom closet.

"What are you doing ?

"The monster's keeping you hostage. Your dad is rich."
"Monsters don't want money."
"This one does."

I put here in the closet and wrapped the rope around the big bar inside.

"I've tied you up in a cell so you can't get out !"
"Help, someone help me !!" Sarah called.
"Be quiet !" I told her.

Sarah wouldn't shut up though so I had to find something to shut her up with. I went to my chest of drawers and found a big bandana I used for a cowgirl outfit. I tied it over her mouth so she was quiet.

"You have to stay here until the other detective comes to get you loose." Sarah looked at me all weird but nodded her head. I closed the door and went downstairs to the kitchen. I got another flashlight so I could be the other detective. I looked all over the dark house, pretending to be searching for Sarah.

She looked real glad to see me when I opened the closet. Sarah hates the dark. I acted scared,"There's a monster around. I need to get you loose before he comes an gets us both."

I took time unwrapping the rope. I took the cloth off her mouth. After her hands were loose, she pointed and screamed.

"Monster !!!"

We ran away and hid from the monster in our imagination. He chased us all over the dark spooky house. He ran down the stair and I tripped on the bottom one. It diodn't hurt but he had caught us at last. We went back to my room and wrapped rope around ourselves. He was tying us up to keep us for ransom. He needed to hold me so the cops would stay away. Sarah tied the bandana back over her mouth. Since that was the only one i had, I took a pillowcase off my bed , folded it up and tied it over my mouth.

We sat there and pretended the monster was watching us, pulling on the ropes he had used to capture us. We didn't get loose though. the monster was too smart. We were so into the game that we didn't hear my brother coming home from his date. he turned on the light and found us sitting here, looking like we were tied up. We made noises at him and he came over and pulled the stuff off our mouths.

"What are you two doing ?" he asked.
"A monster came and tied us up." Sarah said, sounding like she was scared.
"Oh really? Then maybe I should leave before he gets me too."

Micheal put the cloths back over our mouths and let us keep playing tied up in the spooky house until mom and dad came home. He didn't say anything about it to them either.

The End

I agree, that this story belongs on Canuck's College site, and I intend to post it there when I find time. I put it here first because I was trying to be loyal to this main site, where I have visited for years. An alien concept nowadays to most folks.

Let's hope this hassle ends here, and let's get back to hearing Stories. I think Amanda's are pretty cool.
'Ciao.

[See Part 2]

Being in the middle of class, I couldn't shout anything out or make any really big movements. I was utterly stuck.

I looked back and she had a huge grin on her face. I was helpless. She took her other boot and kept pushing on my chair. She then started leaning over, taking her fingers and tickling the back of my neck, my ears... I couldn't do a thing to stop her. Her giggling all the time with my helplessness.

After she got bored with tickling me... I heard her click her pen. She leaned forward and began to write on the back of my neck. I kept trying to move around, but with my hands locked behind my back around the chair, I couldn't move very far. Apparently she was happy with what she was doing, cause she was laughing a little more than giggle at it. I heard Emily laughing too.

She left me that way for the rest of the class, flicking my ear every once in awhile, giving me a jab in the back. At the end of class, she leaned down and said "I need my keys back" and unwrapped her keystrap. She was out the door before I could even get up and get my things. I put on my jacket and walked out. Walking in the hallways, I would hear a giggle behind me every once in awhile. Finally, I made it back to my dorm room and went into the bathroom. We have a medicine cabinet with two sliding mirror doors. I took one out from the slide it was in, turned around, and held it up so I could see what was on the back of my neck. Written then in bold black ink were the letters "S-L-A-V-E".

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