A few days after my first experience, at the age of ten years old, I found myself again at my cousins’ place with Ian (10), Megan (10) and Peter (8), Aunt Kate was having a terrible headache (she suffered from migraines) so she shut herself in her room telling us not to bother her unless there was an emergency.
It was a nice warm summer day so naturally Megan shut herself in her room while Ian and I went to the front yard to paly some basketball. Ian’s dad, Uncle Roger, had installed a basketball ring over the garage entrance for us to play; being a really hot day we were both shirtless, clad only in a pair of loose cotton shorts, soon Peter also came out of the house to watch us and, being on an age where he would do whatever the older kids do, he promptly took off his t-shirt too.
The game was uneven to say the least, Ian had always been good at basketball while I have always suck so he was wiping the floor with me to the point were I was getting a little bit pissed off
“38 to 8!” Ian said triumphal after scoring again! “Just give up Alex!”
“NEVER!” I shouted “One more round! Winner takes it all!” I yelled in desperation
“No way, I’m winning by far!” I knew Ian would refuse but I also knew how to make him change his mind, just by mentioning that he was chickening out was enough for him to agree but to my surprise, he also proposed another twist “Loser gets tied up!”
I quickly agreed, if I won I would get back at Ian and if he won…well to be honest I didn’t mind getting tied up again!
So the game resumed, Ian took hold of the ball and after easily evading me, he threw it at the ring…and missed, I took my chance to get a hold of the ball and dribbled with it to the edge of our makeshift field. I now had to run back and score but Ian was ready to block me; still I refused to loose so, out of desperation, I decided to try my luck and threw the ball with all my might… and I scored!
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Ian fell on his knees unable to grasp what had just happened “No way! That was luck!”
“You lost buddy” I told him cockily “I’m better than you!”
“Wait” said Peter enthusiastic “that means…?”
“Yep, Ian is getting tied up” I replied placing my hand on Ian’s shoulder
Peter didn’t wasted a second and rushed inside the house while we picked up the ball and our discarded our t-shirts, walked into the house, kicked out our shoes and got something to drink from the kitchen; by the time we were back at Ian’s bedroom, Peter as already waiting for us with the clothesline ropes they had used to tie me up the previous time
Wasting no time I pulled Ian’s hands behind his back and proceed to bind his wrist together, I was about to get another rope for his ankles when Peter stopped me pointing that I had done a lousy job and Ian would surely escape
“Thank you Peter!” Ian barked angrily, Peter merely chuckled and taught me how to tie Ian’s hands properly. Once they were secured, I grabbed Ian’s arm and make him sit on his bed; after instructing Peter to fetch something to shut him up, I tied Ian’s ankles together, made him lay on his bed face down and finished hogtying him. Peter finally came back holding to silk scarves that belonged to his mother. I used one to blindfold Ian, knowing how little effective pressing the scarf between his teeth was for personal experience, I thought of something else. I knotted the scarf and stuffed the knot in Ian’s mouth, tying it behind his head. Ian tried testing his gag but only came muffled sounds
“He can’t move at all!” Peter pointed
“That’s the point” I replied. I pulled out his socks and run my fingers across his exposed soles, Ian quickly pulled his bound feet again grunting under his gag which only made me tickle his feet even harder. Ian chuckled and trashed around a bit but his reactions didn’t seemed as extreme as mine had been which I have to admit, was quite disappointing. Peter dug his little fingers on Ian’s ribs which made him squirm even more and laugh harder but still it wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for
Defeated, I just told Peter to call it off “Don’t go anywhere Ian” I teased him which produced a bunch of annoyed grunts as a response. Confident that he wouldn’t escape, Peter and I headed to the leaving room where we settled for a movie.
The next hour went on without any incident except that Megan causally walked by asking for her brother (“tied up in his room” was our reply to which she just rolled her eyes) and that Peter almost peed himself unwilling to miss the movie before finally giving in and rushing to the bathroom.
“How’s the movie?” Ian asked from behind us
“Not bad…” we realized who we were talking to and instinctively spun around coming face to face with a pissed off and most important free Ian
“How did you?”
“Someone untie me” Ian shrugged holding the ropes that had previously being binding him, Peter and I exchanged confused looks
“Did you?”
“No! You?” I shook my head and then it dawned on us
“MEGAN!” Megan had untied me the last time so it was natural that she had done the same for her brother
“I have to thanks my sister later…as for you” he stepped threateningly towards us but I didn’t back down confident that Ian wouldn’t be able to take on the two of us. Unfortunately for me Peter choose that precise moment to switch sides and jumped behind me pulling my arms behind my back
“What the…PETER!” I exclaimed feeling betrayed but my younger cousins merely grinned at me. I would have been able to shrug him off but Ian took advantage of my surprise to take over Peter’s and before I could protest he stuffed a knotted scarf (the same I had used on him!) inside my mouth and tied it up behind my head
“Mmppphh!” I protested and shook my head trying to get the gag off but it was useless and only made Ian and Peter giggle
I was expecting Ian to tie my hands now but instead he told me to march down to the basement, I didn’t put too much resistance, curious about what he had planned
Once at the basement Ian told me to kneel against one of the support wooden poles placing my ankles around the pole were they were tied up together, then he pulled my hands above my head and behind the pole and bind them together too, finally he grabbed more clothesline rope and wrapped it around my thighs, waist and chest pinning my body to the pole
“Do you think you can get out of there?” Ian asked grinning, I tried wriggling my body but it was stuck, the only think I could do was shake my head and moan under my gag “That’s what I thought” Ian said proudly “What should we do to him?” he asked Peter who only seemed too eager to answer
“Tickle him!”
“MMPPHH?”
Soon enough Ian’s fingers were running all over my exposed armpits while Peter took care of my barefeet, I couldn’t even move my body this time, the only thing I could do was shake my head and wriggle my fingers and toes. Eventually, just like the last time, I was reduced to a mess of sweat and tears; pleased with their job, Ian checked the ropes one last time and finally he and Peter left the basement making sure to turn off the lights leaving me in complete darkness.
Just like the last time, it was a new experience for me; I was even more restricted than the last time and no matter how much I struggled I couldn’t break free from the bonds. It also wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, my legs were getting numb of bearing my whole weight, the wooden pole was digging into my bare back and a thread of drool had managed to escape the gag and had fallen down my chest
I didn’t had to stay there for too long though, about ten minutes later Ian came back, untied my bonds and gave me a much needed glass of water. I didn’t hold any grudge against him or Peter for his betrayal, it was all in good fun after all and, as future games would prove, we would each spent a good amount of time bound and gagged