Summer 1966 - A Sleepy Game

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Nov 05, 2010 9:20 am

Here's the next installment of my stories. Hope you enjoy it!!!
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Summer 1966 - A Sleepy Game - Part I (mf/m)

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Nov 05, 2010 9:22 am

Summer 1966

A Sleepy Game

Part I

Sleepover Fun
(mf/m)

In the last story, my best friend Frank (9) and I (9) tied up our friend Angela (9) as revenge for the long afternoon in my great grandfather’s farm. But my brother Andrew (10) and his best friend David (10) spoiled it by kidnapping Frank and I along with my cousin Donald (9), thus winning another game. They then only released Angela allowing her to get her revenge.

We only played one more game that summer of 1966. We haven’t had any opportunity because we did other things instead so tie-up games were farthest from our minds. It was only during the last weekend before the start of school, during the first Saturday of September, that we played another game. And this game, like so many others, was initiated, planned, and executed by Angela.

Angela and I declared a truce after the events of the last story. I wanted revenge, but not at Angela. My real target was my brother, Andrew. After all, if he hadn’t interfered, Angela would never have the opportunity to have her revenge on me so soon. Revenge would soon come but never would I have thought that it would come in the circumstance that it did.

Andrew and I intensely lobbied our parents for a sleepover where we would be able to sleep as late as we please. In the previous sleepovers, my parents always maintained a rigid curfew, and would punish anyone who violated it. Even lights that were left on after the curfew would bring their wrath upon us.

The curfew varied, some as early as eight, some as late as ten thirty, depending on the situation and their mood. However, this time, to our satisfaction (and after a lot of housework, and extra curricular activities), they granted us our request for the last Friday of our summer vacation, on the condition that it would involve only the older kids, and that the younger ones would not be involved. We soon made an arrangement whereby Lawrence (5), John (6), and Barney (7), my youngest siblings, would sleep at my Uncle Richard’s home whereas their two oldest children, my cousins Donald (9), and Margaret or Maggie (8) would be part of our sleepover. Angela and Frank (both 9) were also part of our sleepover, as were David, Chester and Jay, all ten. All in all, there were ten kids, all in the 9-10 age range.

My parents gave strict instructions on what we could and we could not do. We should not shout, break anything, run around etc. They would retire early, but would hold Andrew and me responsible for the state of the house after the sleepover.

Now you might think that since all of us that were involved in tie-up games and in the appropriate age range there would be some tie-up craziness. Astonishingly, there were none. Angela, to the surprise of all of us (including my parents) insisted that she wanted to sleep early, so they gave her an empty room and she was asleep by nine. The rest of us had fun the rest of the night, and all of us slept either very late in the night, or early in the morning. I myself I think slept at about twelve thirty, while Andrew and David, we later learned, slept at two (!) in the morning. Frank, Donald and I slept in one room. Chester and Jay slept in the basement fold-out beds, while Andrew slept alone in his room, David sleeping in the couch in the living room. Betty and Maggie slept in Betty’s room, while Angela slept in the guest room by herself.

Having gone to bed past twelve the first time, I expected that I would sleep in and wake up at nine at the earliest. So I was surprised when I was shaken way earlier than expected. I grunted and merely buried myself in my pillows and blankets. It stopped, and I thought no more about it and again fell asleep. Then, I felt my face get wet. I suddenly sat on the bed, and was about to shout when I felt a small hand clamp itself on my mouth.

It was Angela, and in her free hand she held a wet sponge. She was already wide awake and changed into her everyday dress. I looked at the clock. It was ten minutes to six, and it was already bright.

She motioned to me to keep it quiet, and to follow her into the corridor outside the room. Despite wanting to go back to bed, and despite my extreme drowsiness, I followed her. Had I been older, I would have drank coffee.

“You know what (yawn) time it is? What time (yawn) I went to bed?” I asked between yawns.

“Shhh. Its perfect. Get the ropes. We’ll get our revenge and win a game,” she whispered.

So that was it. That was why she insisted on sleeping so early. “Okay. I’ll wake Donald and Frank and we can—”

“No. No. We’ll do it by ourselves. If Andrew and David could capture all four of us, so can we!” she said.

So that was it! She wanted to outdo Andrew and David by capturing all of them with only two of us. Well, considering that they’re all asleep, it would be very easy. But would they consent to play while they’re in such a state?

I went back to my room to retrieve my bag of “supplies”. I was still sleepy, my eyelids could drop at any moment, and I’d rather go back to bed than play, but Angela’s plan kept me awake and playing.

Our parents were already in the kitchen having breakfast. “Aren’t you a little bit up too early?” Dad asked.

“Yeah,” I simply said before running off towards Angela.

She was now outside Andrew’s room. We silently opened it, and we saw Andrew sleeping on his stomach, his head resting on pillows sideways, his hair dishevelled (actually, my hair was also quite dishevelled. Of all of us, only Angela was properly groomed). We quietly removed the blankets covering him, and pulled his hands behind him. Andrew sleeping on his stomach was a great boon to us. It made this easier than anticipated. We quickly tied his hands.
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Re: Summer 1966 - A Sleepy Game

Postby Opinionated » Fri Nov 05, 2010 6:58 pm

Would like to hear more !
"Sometimes in quiet desperation you realize it's never gonna be the way it was." - Carole King

"You've just been lonely too long." - Carly Simon

Summer 1966 - A Sleepy Game - Part II (mf/m+)

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:33 am

Thanks Opinionated. Here's part II.


Summer 1966

A Sleepy Game

Part II

Oh Brother!
(mf/m+)

Angela started to shake him to wake him up. Andrew groaned and tried to stretch his arms. He opened his eyes, then closed it, then opened it again. He tried to turn, then suddenly, the fact that he was tied up dawned upon him. He saw us and understanding came upon him.

“Isn’t it a little bit too early?” he asked between yawns.

“Hey, you tied us up too this early in that farm!” Angela said, referring to an incident that I told in the story, Summer 1966: By the Dawn’s Early Light on the September 2002 archives. “It’s only fair that we could do the same.”

He closed his eyes. “Well I guess it’s only fair. Could you at least let me get dressed, and can you please let me wash my face? I know my parents are already eating breakfast, so can I at least eat first? Don’t worry, the others won’t wake anytime soon. We all went to bed late and I imagine they’re dead to the world now.” He then yawned.

“I guess that’s fair,” I said as I untied his hands.

He quickly rose, made his bed, changed from his pajamas to his regular clothes, and went to the bathroom, where he washed his face. We could still see that he was still very sleepy.

My parents were surprised that Andrew joined them while I decided to eat. Angela also sat with us for breakfast.


Breakfast lasted fifteen minutes. It was strange. Andrew and I were barely able to keep our eyes open while eating. Our parents kept inquiring why we were so up so early when we had slept so late. I remember I sat next to Dad, and I saw his hot cup of black coffee right besides me. I was too tempted. I quickly took a sip, that sip took about a fourth on the cup, and my Dad was confused that his coffee had suddenly been reduced. I simply grinned and laughed. Angela was perky and energetic as she was the most alive among us kids. And our captive, Andrew, tried to talk with me and our parents as a way of keeping himself awake.

It was about six thirty when we resumed our game. I was still sleepy and wanted nothing more than to crawl back to bed, but I wanted to finish this. I was too drowsy to think so Angela made all the decisions.

“Let’s tie him up in his room,” she said.

I nodded and we all went to Andrew’s room. I let Angela tie Andrew up as I went to the chair besides his study table to rest. I closed my eyes, and soon, fell asleep.

***

I was rudely awakened ten minutes later by Angela. I looked around and Andrew was in his bed, hands tied behind his back, around his waist, rope around his ankles and knees. He was leashed at the ankles to the post at the bottom of his bed. His mouth was gagged by a bandanna, and by the looks of it, it was packed. He was lying on his back, and his eyes were closed. He was awake but it was obvious he would soon fall asleep.

“C’mon. Let’s leave sleeping beauty here and get the rest,” she whispered.

I nodded as I yawned even harder. I can’t wait for this game to finish so I can go back to bed. These games are really enjoyable, don’t get me wrong, but not when you lack sleep.

We went to the living room where we saw David asleep on the couch. He was wrapped in a green blanket from his neck down, and he was sleeping on his back. Clearly, we can’t turn him over and tie his hands while asleep like we did my older brother.

“Let’s just push him to the floor,” Angela whispered, giggling.

I laughed as we both pushed David. With a glorious crash, he went down on the floor.

I immediately jumped him. He was too out of it to react. I was able to roll him over so that he was on his stomach. I quickly grabbed his hands and crossed his wrists behind him, while Angela, who had ropes in her hands ready, wrapped the said ropes around his wrists. We then pulled him up and sat him on the chair. I took a bandana from my pocket, wadded it, and inserted in his mouth. Angela then used duct tape to seal his lips together, using about seven strips that went from ear to ear, and covered everything from the chin up to the nose.

It was quick, and I was surprised by my brief outburst of energy, especially as I became even drowsier after it. David was surprised and now fully awake, but the look on his face showed that he would rather get this over with and get more sleep. It was strange to yawn while tape gagged, but that’s what he did. I laughed.

“Now Davy,” Angela ordered. David hated the nickname. “We’ll march you to Andrew’s room. Any objections?”

He shook his head. We went to Andrew’s room where we saw, as expected, the bound and gagged Andrew soundly asleep. David, looking at my brother, seemed to exhale a sigh of relief, seeing that his chance for sleep will not be denied, even if bound.

I went to the chair, intending to get a least a moment’s rest, but Angela decided to tie David to the same chair.

I went to the bed, slumped besides Andrew, closed my eyes, and once again, I fell asleep.

***

I was again awakened by Angela after fifteen minutes. I rose and saw David had been tied to the chair. His hands were trapped between the back of the chair and his back. Miles of rope encircled David and the chair. His ankles and knees were bound, and was tied to one of the chairs of the legs. His eyes were closed, his head was slumped forward—he was asleep. In fact, he was asleep the moment he sat on the chair.

Angela chuckled as she led me out of the room. There were only two more left—Chester and Jay, and our victory would be sealed.

It was now seven in the morning. It was still too early for me or my sleep deprived friends, but I was now rushing with excitement! Excitement of another victory, and of finishing this game and crawling back to bed.

We silently crept into the basement and saw the twins asleep in on the fold-out bed. Chester was sprawled out on the left side, his left hand holding his tummy, his right hand covering his head, while Jay was on the edge of the right side of the bed. He was on his stomach, his right hand dangling from the side on the bed, his fingers touching the floor, while his left hand was resting on the bed.

What luck! We quickly went to Jay. We pulled his hands behind him as noiselessly as possible, positioning his wrists palm to palm. Once again, he gave no reaction as he was too deeply asleep. Angela quickly wrapped it with rope, tightly cinching it. Once again, he gave no reaction. We tied the ankles as we anticipated that we had to wake Chester up to tie him up, and we want Jay out of action for that, asleep or awake.

We then went to Chester. We decided to roll him to the floor, and tie him up before he could recover or he was fully awake.

It went without a hitch. We rolled him over, and he fell on the carpeted floor with a thud. It woke him up, of course, but we were on him the moment he touched the floor. Working quickly, we rolled him on his stomach and pulled his arms behind him crossed. Angela used duct tape to secure his hands behind him, wrapping it about ten times before tearing it off the roll. We rolled him so that he is lying on his back, stuffed a rolled (clean) sock in his mouth, and covered it with tape, seven long strips. By the time he realized what was happening, Chester was trussed up like a turkey.

Jay slept through all this. We rolled him so he was lying on the bed on his back, then shook him so he would wake up. He opened his mouth to groan, and I took advantage by stuffing a wad of handkerchief in it. That seemed to wake him, but it was too late. Angela sealed his lips shut using five strips of duct tape.
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Summer 1966 - A Sleepy Game - Part III (mf/m+)

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Nov 12, 2010 7:38 am

Summer 1966

A Sleepy Game

Part III

Victory is Sweet
(mf/m+)

We sat both of them on the bed. Both were sleepy, having beady eyes, and annoyed. I later learned that they slept about half past one in the morning. No wonder they were groggy and sleepy.

“Andrew and David are tied up upstairs,” Angela proclaimed. “Now, be good little boys and follow us. Or else!” She said it in such a way as to leave no doubt to its meaning.

Both nodded. We untied Jay’s feet (we didn’t tie Chester’s feet in the first place), and the twins got up to walk and follow Angela. I stayed behind them to make sure they won’t try to escape. Although, aside from the fact that their hands were bound and they were gagged, both were too sleepy to really make an attempt.

They were both surprised when we entered Andrew’s room. Andrew was tied up, and still sleeping soundly, on the bed, while David was slumped on the chair, bound and gagged and welded to the chair, also fast asleep.

“Tom, I want you to go and get Frank and Don. I want to see the looks of their faces when we two had won the game without them,” Angela ordered.

Frankly, it wouldn’t have been inaccurate to state that she had won the game all by herself. Anyway, I went to my room to wake up my cousin and friend. They were still sleeping soundly in their sleeping bags. I looked at my bed. It was inviting me back. Well, Angela probably was still binding the twins, so I had time. I decided to rest my eyes just for a minute. Only a minute, and I’d wake Frank and Donald. Yes, just one minute. So I lay on my bed as quietly as I could, closed my eyes, and rested. For one minute.

***

“Tom! Shame on you!” I heard someone shout. I quickly sat on my bed. I looked at the clock. I didn’t rest for one minute; rather it was more like fifteen minutes.

It was Angela. She was pretending to be annoyed though she was smiling. “I send you out to do one simple thing and you sleep on me! Boys! Honestly, what is the world coming to?”

“I’m up! I’m up!” I insisted. “Sorry. I was sleepy. Forget about it. Let’s wake Frank and Donald.”

She gave me a smirk, before turning towards the two sleeping boys in their sleeping bags. She knelt, and began nudging Frank. I went over, and despite being really drowsy, went to work on Donald.

Donald simply tried to turn and cover up. When he woke up, he looked at the clock.

“It’s seven thirty. Don’t bother me until its nine,” he sleepily said before curling up and turning.

Both Frank and Donald refuse to get up despite our none-too-gentle prodding.

“Well, if they don’t wake up, we’ll have to take drastic measures!” Angela proclaimed.

She took Frank’s left hand, and directed me to take his right. With the door of the room opened, we pulled him out of his sleeping bag and intended to drag him outside. That did it. He woke up with a jerk.

“Now what was that for?” he said, awake, but drowsy and sleepy.

“I only want a moment of your time,” Angela said. “I’ll tell you what I want as soon as Donald is up.”

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” we heard Donald say as he yawned, stretched, and took his sweet time getting up. “Don’t drag me, please! Okay, Angie, what do you want?”

She smiled and said, “Boys, follow me!”

Frank and Donald looked at me. “What is going on?” Frank asked.

“Just follow her,” I sleepily replied.

They were surprised by what they saw when we entered Andrew’s room. Andrew and David were in the same position, sleeping, Chester and Jay were on the floor, tied at the ankles and knees, and hogtied, leashed to the bed post so they can’t even crawl towards each other, not that it matters because both of them were, even hogtied, sleeping on the floor.

“Wow! Just wow!” Frank exclaimed. “I never knew you had the nerve do pull it off! Even I would never have thought of this! Well done, Ang.”

Angela just smiled, but was obviously pleased by this complement.

Donald agreed. “Well, at least we won. They aren’t even trying to escape. Tom, Angela, good work! Should we have a little fun with them? Let the tickling begin!”

Frank and I yelled in approval. We decided to divide the work. I would tickle Andrew, Angela would do David, Frank would tickle Chester, while Donald would do Jay.

I went to the bed to begin Andrew’s torture. However, the sight of the pillow, and the touch of the bed spared Andrew. I decided to lie down and tickle him that way. I yawned, and another wave of sleepiness overcame me. I decided to rest my eyes for a moment and then tickle. I could already hear the muffled laughter of the others. Just a few seconds. Only for a few seconds. Just to rest my eyes, and I’ll tickle Andrew…

***

“Wake up, sleepy head,” I heard Frank say. I immediately sat up, and realized that I had again fallen asleep. It was twelve minutes this time. I could see David, Chester and Jay sweating and red in the face.

“Huh, I guess I should tickle Andrew,” I said.

“Nevermind. Tickle time is over,” Angela said. “Let’s leave them and come back after half an hour. Then you can go back to bed.”

I was too groggy to argue so I just followed her. Frank and Donald were a bit more energetic than I, but were still drowsy and simply followed Angela. Frank and Donald went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Mom, who was still in the kitchen, was surprised by their appearance at such an early hour (well, they expected us all to sleep in. They didn’t reckon Angela into the equation, however), while Angela and I went to the living room. Angela was talking to me, but I was too sleepy to care. We sat down on the couch, and despite Angela trying to keep a lively atmosphere, I was soon sleeping, again.

***

I was awakened thirty minutes later. It was Angela, Betty, and Maggie. The latter two were now awake, and they kept pestering me. Frank and Donald were standing besides them. They didn’t sleep. I later learned that they ran around the yard and played to keep themselves awake.

We went to Andrew’s room, untied them all, and gloated. Andrew simply stretched and promptly went back under his blankets and ordered us out of his room.

We laughed, but did as he told. I myself went back to my room to sleep. Frank and Donald elected to stay awake, and so did Chester, Jay, and David.

I woke up at eleven in the morning, and when I went to the living room, I saw that Andrew was now fully awake. He was talking with Angela and Betty, and I learned that Angela told him the entire story.

***

After the last game where Andrew and David captured all of us without Chester and Jay, Angela was determined to do the same with me—capture all four of them with only two of us. When she learned of the sleep-over and the fact that there was curfew for that night, she saw her opportunity. The fact that all of us except for Angela slept so late aided her scheme. She was determined to carry out her plan and she succeeded, brilliantly.

We gloated about our victory, while they vowed revenge. So the score was now 21-11, in their favour. It would be difficult to catch up with them, but I was determined. But summer was over, and the events of the next few weeks would change the nature of our games.

What happened? Read the next part and find out!
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Re: Summer 1966 - A Sleepy Game - Completed!!!

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Nov 12, 2010 11:43 am

This keeps getting better and better!
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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