Summer 1966 - Blind Revenge

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Sep 27, 2010 9:10 am

Thanks for all the kind comments.

And thank you for welcoming me back. Your comments are much appreciated.

Summer - 1966

Blind Revenge

Part I

Practicing the Typewriter
(mf/mm)


We fought a Cops and Robbers game as the last tie-up game in the vacation at our great grandfather’s farm. Andrew (10), Angela (9), David (10) comprised one team, the cops, while Frank (9), Donald (9), and I (9) comprised the other team, the robbers. We lost the game due to a combination of luck and my brother’s skill.

It was in the middle of August when we next played a tie-up game. We had already been home for a week during that time, and Angela in particular wanted to tie Andrew and the others up to even up the score, but we decided to wait. Chester and Jay, we were informed, would be back after a week. Besides, in spite of us being on “vacation”, our parents insisted that we do some activities that would “improve” us. Mom in particular was insistent that we won’t “waste away” the summer, but Dad was loathe to pay anything that he feels he himself can teach us. So it wasn’t a summer with much free time.

Well, in the second week of August, Chester (10) and Jay (10) arrived, and I was particularly eager for revenge, especially after they scared me to death while blindfolded (See the First Game of Summer, August 2002 archives).

It was the morning of Thursday. Chester and Jay had arrived the previous day, and they were planning to come over that day, before lunch. Angela had come very early, so early that she ate breakfast with us. After breakfast, to my surprise, instead of playing with my sister Betty, her best friend, she approached me.

“Chet and Jay are coming over later. David will come a little earlier,” she whispered.

“Yes, so let’s get Andrew now?” I asked.

“Go get the ropes,” she ordered.

I did, and we went to find my brother.

We found Andrew in my father’s study. He was practicing in my father’s typewriter; the strike of the keys could be heard throughout the house.

Now, during those days before computers and word processors, my father and mother were all excellent typists who could use the machine with their eyes closed. My mother, for the summer, wanted to hire someone to teach his oldest sons how to use it, even if we were only nine and ten years old. My father, however, doesn’t want to spend money on it, so he insisted that he himself would teach us. So every evening since our return from Vermont, we were at his study trying to learn how to use the typewriter.

Andrew has a blindfold on, and he was practicing striking the keys without looking at his fingers. We’ve started doing that the evening before. He was so concentrated on listening to the keys of the typewriter strike that he didn’t hear us coming.

Instead of simply grabbing him, Angela and I simply walked over to where he was. “Hi Andy. What are you doing?” she greeted.

“Practicing,” my brother said. “Okay, say a letter.”

“K,” I said, and he typed L.

“You typed wrong,” I said.

“Well, practice makes perfect,” he said. “What are you two doing here? You want to practice too?”

“No, we’re here to tie you up,” Angela said.

Andrew stopped, removed his blindfold, and looked at us. “Do I have any choice?” he asked once he realized he was trapped.

“Well,” Angela said smiling sweetly, “you can come quietly with us, or we can drag you kicking and screaming.”

He laughed. “Okay, I’ll come quietly.”

He stood up and raised his hand.

“Okay, Andy, turn around and put your hands behind your back,” she ordered.

He did and I wrapped the rope around his wrists and cinched it tight. I carefully put the knots beyond the reach of his prying fingers. Then I looped a long piece of rope around his waist and tied it to his wrist bonds to prevent him from looping his wrists to his front.

At the same time, Angela untied his blindfold from around his neck, and wadded it.

“Open up,” she asked, and Andrew opened up. She inserted the wadding into his mouth, took a large bandana from her pocket, folded it, and cleaved gagged his mouth to keep the packing in.

“Tom, call Frank and Donald and tell them to come here at once,” Angela told me. “I’m going to put Andy here in his room. Do it! David is coming any minute now and we need them to catch him not to mention Chet and Jay.”

I nodded and quickly went for the phone. I called Frank and Donald, and they both said that they would be coming over. However, as soon as I put down the phone, who should arrive but Andrew’s best friend David?

He quickly asked where Andrew was, and I told him that my brother was in his room.

“Thanks,” he said and he bounded up the stairs to my brother’s room.

I quickly followed, knowing what would happen when he sees Andrew bound and gagged.

I was not disappointed. We entered his room and saw Angela putting on the final touches to the tight hog-tie she had applied to my big brother. David was stupefied.

“We’ve got you and you can’t escape. Surrender, or we’ll take you down,” I told him from behind.

David was snapped from his stupor by my words and quickly tried to escape. He collided with me who blocked the doorway and we both fell on the floor. Angela quickly went and decided the impromptu bout in my favour. David tried to struggle but it was no use taking both of us at the same time. He was rolled unto his stomach where I held his wrists behind him as Angela tied it off. It was tight and snug, but not so much that it would hurt or cut off the circulation.

Immediately after tying his hands, Angela handed me a rolled sock and I put it in David’s mouth. He was quiet and cooperative at this point, as he knew we had him the moment we were able to tie his hands. I finished the gag by wrapping duct tape around his mouth and head. We then led tied his ankles and knees, then hog-tied him.

We now have Andrew and David, and we only have to catch the twins, Chester and Jay Adams, to win.
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Summer 1966 - Blind Revenge - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:56 am

Summer 1966

Blind Revenge

Part II

Twin Trip
(mmmf/m+)


We proceeded to tickle the two while waiting for the Adams twins to arrive. David was not as ticklish as Andrew and I, but was ticklish enough for us to get the desired reaction. We tickled them straight for five minutes, with breaks of course, until Bernard or Barney (7), my little brother, went to my brother’s room and informed us that Frank and Donald were downstairs.

“Tell them to come up Andrew’s room,” I said.

Barney nodded and called my cousin and best friend.

We were set to tickle Andrew and David when Donald and Frank arrived, surprised at the sight before them.

“Looks like you two have taken care of business,” Frank remarked.

“Yup! We’ve won without needing our help,” Donald laughed. “That sure will tick off Andrew.”

“No, we haven’t,” I said. “Chet and Jay are already back in town. They are on their way here. In fact, I was worried that you would arrive later than the twins.”

“We need you to help us take them down,” Angela added.

Barney suddenly entered the room. “Brother, the twins! I saw them!” Barney said, exhausted. “Shall I call him here? Shall I? You’re going to tie them up tight, yes you are! I want to watch! And I’ll bet you’ll tickle them too!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I said.

Barney jumped and ran downstairs. The door was left open so we can hear the commotion that he was making downstairs. Pretty soon, we heard a rush of footsteps on the stairs and a second later, the twins appeared with Barney and Betty (8), my younger sister.

The twins were startled by the scene before them. Betty quickly closed the door, and she and Barney blocked it with their bodies, while Frank, Donald, Angela and I closed in on them.

“So this is the surprise that you’ve been telling me about,” Chester said to Barney. “Why am I not surprised that the first thing that I see of Andrew and David after a few weeks are them being bound and gagged?”

“This house is full of weirdoes!” Jay laughed.

“Well, are you going to surrender, or do you want to make a fight out of it?” Angela asked.

The twins looked at each other, shrugged, and put their hands up. “It’s nice being asked to surrender rather than just being grabbed while entering a room,” Chester remarked.

Frank and I took care of Chester while Angela and Donald worked on Jay. The twins talked to us while we were tying them (while not yet gagged—it came last) as we caught up on old times. It was surreal. We were swapping stories while we bound them hand and foot. They told us where they went, how they spent their vacation, and so did we.

Chester had his hands tied behind him by me. I wrapped rope around his crossed wrists vertically and horizontally, cinching them at the end. I tied rope around his waist, then asked him to sit in the chair in Andrew’s room. I then tied his ankles, and his knees. Frank suggested tying them to the chair, but I decided against it. I had more sinister plans for the twins. Instead, I hopped Chester and sat him in the floor, took off David’s hogtie and sat him on the chair, and Frank tied him to the chair with a long piece of rope. In the meantime, Donald and Angela tied Jay pretty much the same as I tied Chester—wrists crossed behind him, rope around his waist to his wrists, his knees and ankles tied. He was then hogtied to the floor.

The gags were last. We were enjoying our conversation that it seemed a pity to gag them, but it would be unfair to Andrew and David. So Angela picked up two rolled socks.

“Prisoners are to be seen, not heard,” she stated as she knelt besides Jay. “Any last words?”

Jay shook his head and opened his mouth to accept the gag. Angela put the entire thing in, and Donald asked him to put his lips together around the sock so he can duct tape it. He proceeded to seal it with tape.

Frank did the same thing with Chester. “And one more thing, when we were ommppphh…”

Frank simply put the sock in Chester’s mouth while he was talking, and I took a long sheet of cloth, tied a huge knot in the center, inserted the knot between his teeth and tied the cloth around his head to keep the gag in. It was long enough that I was able to wrap it around his head twice and over his lips. I knotted it tightly behind his head.

We discovered that this was a much quieter gag than mere tape over packing, and his grunts became much more indecipherable. It was interesting. Both Angela and Andrew observed the gagging, and would imitate me in the future, to our detriment.

We stepped back and looked at our bound and gagged captives. Once more we were on the cusp of victory!

“Are you going to tickle them now?” Betty, who watched the entire process, asked.

“No, no,” I said. “I’ve got plans for the twins.”

I took two bandanas, and blindfolded the twins. I asked Frank and Donald to untie their feet and knees and make them stand.

“Then why tie their ankles and knees in the first place if you’re going to untie them anyway?” Angela, asked, annoyed.

“Well, I forgot, okay, and I only remembered that I wanted revenge when their feet were already tied!” I replied.

Angela merely shook her head while Frank and Donald complied with my instructions. As soon as they were standing, I led them to the corridor outside. I spun Chester, while Frank spun Jay, imitating me. “Just do what I do,” I whispered to Frank and Angela.

“Just follow me!” I said as I deliberately walked Chester to the wall. He and Jay collided with the wall and we laughed. “Oops, was there a wall there? Silly me!”

I walked them up and down the stairs, through the kitchen, through the backyard (they were still wearing shoes), in through the back door, out through the front door, in towards the basement, up towards the first floor. All the time we kept scaring them. We told them to be careful because there were holes on the ground that they walked on, that there were toys on wheels on the stairs so he better be careful or he might fall, and more idiotic things. Judging by the twins’ reaction, we got under their skin, and they were scared and nervous the entire time. Of course, there were no holes in the ground or toys on the stairs. We just wanted a good laugh.

All of us, including Betty and Barney, followed us, taunting them, telling them to duck because there was a beam (when there wasn’t) and they did. Soon, they walked so slowly and felt for each step, literally afraid to take another step.

We at last led them to my room, where we tied their ankles and knees, and hogtied them—Chester on the bed, Jay on the floor.

Instructing the others to keep quiet, I made a motion of stomping my feet, saying, “lets leave these two alone,” aloud, and loudly closing the door, when in fact, we were in there, watching. Frank and Donald went out to check on Andrew and Donald, while Angela and the rest stayed to enjoy the fun.

I took a stick, and tapped the walls lightly. They jerked and started to panic. I then let some of the books on my study table to fall to the floor, and they jerked once more and started to struggle. A scratch on the walls, a clap, and a couple of other things and they were shivering with fear. We can now hear them scream and shout on their gags. Oh revenge was sweet.

A few minutes later, Angela excused herself as she needed to go to the bathroom. So it was only Betty, Barney, and I watching the hapless twins. But a few moments later, I heard the door open and footsteps enter. Not bothering to check who it was, I assumed it to be either Angela, Frank, or Donald.

“They sure are scared,” one of the boys who entered said.

I snapped my head towards the door. It was Andrew, with David.
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Re: Summer 1966 - Blind Revenge (Part II Posted)

Postby viking » Mon Oct 04, 2010 3:36 am

hmm, i wonder what happens next. please continue :big:
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1966 - Blind Revenge (Part II Posted)

Postby luckydog3 » Wed Oct 06, 2010 6:32 pm

Thanks for sharing Tom. i'm looking forward to the rest of your story.

Summer 1966 - Blind Revenge - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Oct 06, 2010 7:56 pm

Summer 1966

Blind Revenge

Part III

Tables Turned
(m+/m+f)


Andrew was holding a piece of handkerchief in his hand. He jumped me and shoved the wad inside my mouth. Betty and Barney watched as David pushed me to the ground on my stomach. Andrew asked Barney for duct tape, and my little brother, bless his heart, run outside and entered a few moments later with a roll. I fought, but with two boys older than me pinning me, it was useless. My mouth was soon sealed with six strips of duct tape from ear to ear, covering everything from below the nose to the chin. Betty, amused by it all, untied Jay from his hogtie, gave the rope to David, who, with Andrew’s help, forced my hands behind me and wrapped it with rope.

As soon as my hands were tied, I gave up, and let them finish tying me up. Andrew untied Jay, and used the ropes we used to tie him to tie me. First, he tied my waist to my wrists. Then, he tied my ankles, and my knees. He completed it by hogtying me.

In the meantime, Jay untied Chester. Both of them looked over me with a peeved expression. “You scared me half to death,” Chester said. “You are going to get it!”

This game has gone pear shaped. We were on the cusp of another win, but wasted time scaring the twins to death, giving my brother and his friend time to escape. How they did it I knew not at that moment, but it didn’t matter. I can only hope that Frank, Donald and Angela can rescue the day from utter ruin.

That hope was dashed when Angela entered the room. Andrew had hidden himself behind the door as soon as he heard footsteps outside, and grabbed the poor girl from behind. He wrapped his left hand around her body, pinning her left hand to her body, and grabbed her right hand with it, trapping both her hands with one arm. Concurrently, he clamped his hand around her mouth.

“Tom, as you can see, is out. So are Frank and Donald. Are you going to fight?”

Angela shook her head, and Andrew let her go.

“David, Chet, Jay, take care of her,” said Andrew.

She sighed and let her arms be pulled behind her. “So how did you get out?” she asked as her hands were tied palm to palm by David. The rope was wrapped and cinched. He then wrapped rope around her waist to pin her arms to her body.

“You have to figure it out yourself. After all, if I tell you now, you’ll make sure we can’t do it next time,” said Andrew.

It was 1966, and it was common for girls to wear dresses everyday, and Angela was no exception. She was wearing a faded blue dress that that reached just below her knees, so the first thing Andrew did was tie her knees above hem so it would not ride up, or that anyone would have an inadvertent peek. Jay then tied her ankles together, while she was still standing.

“Betty, did you have anything to do with this?” Angela asked her best friend. “You didn’t untie them, did you?”

“No. I followed you while you walked Chet and Jay around blindfolded!” she protested.

“I assure you, Betty isn’t the cause of our escape,” said David as Andrew chuckled. “Now, it’s time for you to shut up.”

Chester took a large bandana, wadded it, and Angela opened her mouth to receive the packing. He motioned to use the long piece of bandage that was used on him earlier, but Andrew decided to tape Angela with strips across her mouth. After the gagging, Jay hopped Angela to the chair in my room. He fastened her to it by ropes across her shoulders, her waist, and her lap. He finished by tying her ankles to one of the chair legs (the right).

After tying Angela, both twins wanted to start the tickling, but Andrew instead sent them to fetch Frank and Donald from his room. He took one of my books that I let fall to the floor and began browsing it while waiting for them. David just collected the unused ropes on the floor.

About five minutes later, Chester and Jay returned with Frank and Donald in tow. My cousin and friend were bound and gagged. Their hands were tied behind them, while their mouth was covered with tape and packed. They grew wide eyed (and so did we) when they saw us. I knew then that I had lost the game.

Frank was quickly laid down in the floor, while Donald was put on the bed. Both had their ankles and knees tied, and hogtied.

“Okay, it’s tickle time,” Andrew announced. He looked at his (and my) younger siblings, Barney and Betty. Both of them had been watching the entire time and been teasing us all along. “You two wanna have the first crack at them? Just don’t overdo it, okay?”

They did not need to be told twice. They quickly attacked us with the ruthlessness of young children. We soon were laughing our heads off, and if we weren’t gagged, we would have been heard till the next block. David, Chester and Jay supervised them so they would not inadvertently hurt us by requiring them to give us breaks, while Andrew watched impassively. We were ruthlessly tickled, perhaps because I had tickled the younger kids countless times before and they were too little to fight back; now they had their chance for revenge.
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Re: Summer 1966 - Blind Revenge (Part III Updated!!)

Postby xtc » Thu Oct 07, 2010 12:52 am

Thank you,
ise there another story in the pipeline? I hope so.
Wassail!
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Summer 1966 - Blind Revenge - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Oct 08, 2010 8:25 am

To xtc, thanks for the comments.

Yes, there is another story after this one. I'll probably post if next week.


Summer 1966

Blind Revenge

Part IV

What Had Happened
(m+/m+f)



After ten minutes, the younger kids’ tickling was stopped, and the Chester, Jay, Andrew and David commenced their own tickle offensive. Their tickling was more controlled, less reckless, but no less laugh inducing, than that of Betty and Barney. It lasted another ten minutes, with the allotted breaks to allow us to recover our breaths. Needless to say, we were all red, covered in sweat, and were breathing heavily by the time it was over.

After that, they separated us from each other. We were leashed to the bedposts so we can’t come to each others assistance. Then they left.

I tried to get out, but after ten minutes of futile struggling, I gave up. Frank and Donald never even bothered to attempt to escape and just waited out the time. Angela wore herself out struggling, but never came close to freedom.

After thirty minutes they returned and untied us. They boasted that once again, they won, and we lost. We vowed revenge, and promised to even the score. But we congratulated them for their victory, and they congratulated us for a good plan, even if it didn’t work. All of us had a good laugh about Chester and Jay’s panic attacks while they were blindfolded.


Later that day, I asked Andrew how he escaped and how he got Frank and Donald, but he point blank refused to tell. However, Frank was more than willing to tell me his part of the story.

“Donald and I left, you remember, while you were scaring the hell out of the twins,” Frank began, “to check on Andrew and David. Donald told me, before we entered your brother’s room, that he needs to go to the bathroom, and fast. He told me to go ahead and check on Andrew and David. I have no reason not to, because I can’t believe that they could escape the ropes. After all, we’re all experts at knot tying.”

“Well, that’s the last time you should make that mistake!” I laughed.

“Yeah. But you would have done the same thing,” Frank continued. “So I went to check on them. Well, I was jumped by David and Andrew as soon as I entered, and I was gagged immediately so I can’t yell any warning. They tied me using the ropes we used on them. They only were able to tie my hands when Donald arrived, but it was enough. We were bound, gagged, and hogtied. Then they left. We were unable to free ourselves when they returned about twenty, I think, minutes later. They untied out feet, and led us to your room. You know the rest.”

Days later, I was finally able to pry from Andrew the secret of their escape.

“Okay, lil’ brother, if you want to know how we escaped that bad, I might as well tell you,” he began. “I was hogtied pretty tight by Angela, and there was no way I can get out of my own. I tell you, that girl can tie mean knots. And it was hopeless. I knew that I would have to settle for another loss, when suddenly, someone entered. I might as well tell you, ‘cause that brother of ours won’t stop his interference. It was Barney, if you can’t guess yet. He entered the room, took some scissors from my table, and placed it right in front of my face. Can you believe that? Why didn’t he just cut me loose or put it in my hand, I don’t know, but he left despite my calls. I can hear all of you laughing at Chet and Jay while you led them blindfolded around the house.”

Andrew laughed when he reached that point. “If you hadn’t wasted your time playing with Chet and Jay, you would have won. Getting the scissors was difficult. I had to maneuver myself while hogtied on the bed to get my hands on the scissors. It took fifteen minutes. It took another five to find it behind me, and it was very difficult to grasp it. And the scissors were dull. I took me twenty minutes just to cut the rope holding me in the hogtie and my wrists. But I did it and untied David. And just in time. Seconds later, Frank entered to check on us, and we pounced. Donald too followed. What luck we had! And we saw Angela go to the bathroom, so we took our chance and took you out. You know the rest.”

They had won twenty such games, while we won ten. It was very difficult to overcome, and I began to wander if it was at all possible. We had snatched defeat from the jaws of victory! If I had only reserved my revenge on the twins until we had won!

Anyway, the next game, Frank and I decided to get revenge on Angela for the long afternoon tied-up. Did we succeed? As I always said, read the next part and find out.