## Following the Game (all m)

Post by xtc » Sat Oct 30, 2010 5:05 pm

There were many times when the ongoing feud between the Sea Scouts and the Scouts would be temporarily suspended for the sake of playing pre-arranged, more conventional wide games.
There is a great area in the Forest consisting of adjacent farmland with a sympathetic farmer, private woodland and a Scout Centre called Henryâ€™s Holt. When this game took place, everyone was available so the Scouts dressed in the conventional â€œCommandoâ€ gear of camouflage trousers, t-shirts and neckers and the Sea Scouts were the â€œGuerrillasâ€ dressed in olive green fatigues, t-shirts and neckers. If the teams had not been even, members would happily â€œlendâ€ members to the other team without fear of betrayal or arbitrary teams would be agreed round the inevitable camp fire. These games were valued too highly to let even the feud to impede them. The older boys would sometimes act as neutral referees.
Following the Game
The whistle went and the three lads (or at least two of them) only hoped that their team had taken enough prisoners to exchange for them all. Any one â€œleft overâ€ would have to stay as a prisoner of the Guerrillas for the rest of the day.
Itâ€™s always comforting to have someone to share your captivity with so it was probably better to have three of them sharing their captivity unless . . .
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The usual rules had applied:
â€¢ Anyone who could be taken to the ground had to surrender. His t-shirt would be used to blindfold him and his team neckerchief would be used to bind his wrists.
â€¢ Prisoners could be taken anywhere within bounds for safe-keeping.
â€¢ Anyone who was left unguarded was entitled to try to escape.
â€¢ Anyone who was caught trying to escape could expect to be punished.
â€¢ At the end of the game prisoners would be exchanged by negotiation but usually on a one for one basis.
â€¢ Anyone off the farmland or the adjacent private woodland would be out of bounds.
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The Commandos had lost Scott, Joe and George. They were seated side by side with their backs against the cowshed still wearing their camo trousers and boots, all except Scott. He had been caught trying to escape, not for his own sake but for the honour of the team, and had been stripped down to his boxer briefs and gagged with GPâ€™s neckerchief and his own gross socks. Once theyâ€™d all been brought together, there were no more escape attempts because both GP and T-Boy were left guarding them. And anyone who even tried bending his knees was â€œasked nicelyâ€ by GP to straighten them again.
The whistle went and it was time for both teams to get their prisoners to neutral ground and to start negotiations. Neutral ground consisted of Henryâ€™s Holt. T-Boy coffled the prisoners using a rope joining them by their necks, first Joe, then Scott (who had his boots tied together and hung round his neck along with his knotted combat trousers), then George. With none of the captives being able to see and one of them even being barefoot, progress did not actually represent rapid transit but after about ten minutes the coffle arrived and adopted the customary kneeling position half way down the site facing the Commandosâ€™ camp.
After a couple more minutes Alex and Tarzan were led in by Long Tom and Zac. The trunk of a small felled fir tree had been tied to their necks holding them together. Alex, whoâ€™d been tied near the thicker end of the tree trunk, still wore his olive green fatigue trousers and his boots but Tarzan had obviously been caught trying to escape. He was wearing just his customary tight, bright blue swimming trunks to which, by now, heâ€™d proudly added a Pompey badge. His wrists had been bound with rope in a cross behind him and his upper arms roped tightly to his body. He too suffered the indignity of being gagged with his own socks, but Zac had gaffer taped them into place. Tarzanâ€™s boots and trousers were hanging from the tree trunk between the two prisoners, the boots swinging and annoyingly â€œkickingâ€ each of the captives occasionally.
Any players who had not been captured arrived at the Holt before the slower moving prisoners and escorts and the Guerrillas were amazed to see that Alex wasnâ€™t amongst them. He hadnâ€™t been captured in any of the previous games due to his speed and his determined ability to barge through almost any blockade he met. The Commandos noticed as well and gleefully anticipated the imminent receipt of a valuable bargaining piece â€“ and the opportunity of a really good gloat at Alexâ€™s expense.
Once they had arrived, Alex and Tarzan were knelt down facing the other three captives. Alex knelt in front of his companion to avoid any more abrasion to their necks than necessary from the rough pole that connected them.
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The bargaining began. Long Tom pointed out the extremely rare and valuable ginger prisoner who should be worth at least two of their men. This sounded ominous to Scott who, predictably, wanted to be the one â€œleft overâ€.
â€œNah, serve the useless ginger git right if you had to keep him!â€
â€œOh, come on, boys. Itâ€™s the only time Iâ€™ve ever been captured.â€
â€œShut up, Alex, you donâ€™t get a say in this.â€
â€œHow about we swap the two that tried to escape? Thatâ€™s fair.â€
Scott disagreed. He didnâ€™t want release but, being gagged, he didnâ€™t get a say either.
â€œNo, give us Joe, itâ€™s his first time captured too and you get Alex.â€
The deal was agreed and the rope was untied from Joeâ€™s neck and Alex was released from the Fir tree trunk. Sam, who had agreed to referee and so even up the numbers, gave the orders. â€œAlex, Joe, stand. Forward march.â€ That left poor Tarzan, whose first game it was, looking like something left over from the days of the slave trade. He had a fairly heavy tree trunk tied to his neck and was firmly bound and on his knees.
Alex and Joe returned, rather unsteadily, to their team mates due to being blindfolded. When they eventually made it, they were untied and they dressed themselves again. Joe had things quite easy from his team mates but Alex went through it a bit from his, especially Action Man. Loyal as ever, Luke untied him.
Negotiations continued. It was agreed that Tarzan should be exchanged for someone. Sam reminded him of the rule that required anyone who had been caught escaping to stay dressed as they were for the rest of the day. Tarzan accepted this with a nod and, in any case, it was a warm evening. It just remained to be decided: Scott or George. Vic knew that his mate, Scott, would really not mind staying as a prisoner (and was more likely positively to enjoy it) and suggested that George be swapped for Tarzan. It was soon agreed and Scott tried not to look too disappointed.
Sam coordinated the exchange and George was soon free and dressed again. It took a bit longer to free Tarzan, whoâ€™d been subjected to Long Tomâ€™s finest tying â€“ and Zacâ€™s gagging. At least the Commandos removed the tree trunk and gave him his clothes to carry before sending him away.
That left Scott to stay as the prisoner of the Guerrillas for the rest of the evening.
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Before the game both teams had established their camps. There was to be no overnighter this time but it was always useful to have a patrol tent pitched for use as a changing room and for storing gear and each team flew their flags from the pre-positioned flag-poles. Things were simple for the Commandos, who had no prisoners but the Guerrillas had to make some decisions.
Tarzan was told that, as a forfeit for being caught while trying to escape, he would have to look after their prisoner. As a reward, if he didnâ€™t manage to escape by 9:30, he could torture him until there was a danger of the parentsâ€™ arriving to collect the boys. It was an unspoken condition that, if Scott did escape, Tarzan would have to surrender to him in turn.
Evan, Budgie and both Steves were detailed to make the campfire for evening entertainments while their partners prepared their evening meals. Trangias were produced and meals prepared. T-Boy wasnâ€™t paired with anyone so he agreed to share with the prisoner as long as Tarzan looked after him. Long Tom and Sam got together to co-ordinate the eveningâ€™s entertainment. They arranged for T-Boy and Jamie to stay with them to strike camp after everyone else had left and everyone else set about cooking dinner.
Everyone, that is, except Scott and Tarzan.
Tarzan surveyed his prisoner. Scott was much taller than he was with a broad-shouldered but slender athletic build. Up until then his hands had been bound with his own neckerchief but Tarzan didnâ€™t think that was too secure. With Action Man keeping an eye on his protÃ©gÃ©, Tarzan got some equipment from the patrol tent. He then offered Scott the chance to use the toilet and untied his wrists. Scott knew the rules: he was on his honour. Heâ€™d have to subject himself to his gaolerâ€™s orders afterwards but once Tarzan had finished securing him, anything went!
About the only creature comfort on Henryâ€™s Holt was the decent toilet block but there were no showers. â€œWhy should there be?â€ as their leaders often told them, â€œOnly dirty people need to wash!â€
The youngsters often failed to see the humour in this.
Scott made himself comfortable and surrendered himself to Tarzan who ordered him over to the main flag pole near the camp fire circle. Tarzan had been trying to learn knotting techniques from his sponsor, who was always reckoned the best tier in his Troop; he also tried to learn pioneering techniques. He decided to try to combine the two.
Scott was ordered to stand with his back against the flag pole. Scott knew the rules but this quite muscular little guy had better get it right or, once heâ€™d escaped, Scott would teach him some torture techniques of his own. Tarzan had decided to try to bind Scottâ€™s wrists against the flag pole like a sheer-lashing. He applied the loops, equalised the pressure and used enough turns to start drawing Scottâ€™s fore-arms upright. Although he was not yet allowed to resist, Scott started to assess his bindings for escape possibilities but could think of fewer that he had expected. Tarzan applied almost exactly the same technique just below Scottâ€™s elbows. This forced his shoulders forwards.
Having considered using the same technique above Scottâ€™s knees, Tarzan decided that it would be too cruel because it would remove his victimâ€™s ability to stand securely on the ground. Later on Sam and Action Man congratulated him on recognising the difference between a game and serious torture. Scottâ€™s knees were simply bound firmly together and bound to the flag pole. Tarzan thought that he had done enough but he was reminded that, once he had finished, he could not apply any more bindings (unless the prisoner needed gagging) and that his prisoner was entitled to try his damnedest to escape.
In the light of advice received, Tarzan got some gaffer tape and blindfolded Scott with it before drawing his neck closer to the flag pole. He declared himself contented.
Scott started struggling while everyone else ate their meals.
The camp fire was lit and the entertainments began (Both Troops observed that tradition) while Tarzan fed Scott his meal a spoonful at a time followed by a mug of, by now not very, hot chocolate. As the entertainment proceeded, Scott continued to struggle in earnest thus contributing in no small respect to the entertainment. As with his previous escape attempt, it was more a matter of honour than a genuine desire to escape but it would be nice to get his own back on Tarzan. â€œGet yourself ready for torture, Speedo Boy. Once Iâ€™m free, your ars . . .â€
Scott got no further before Tarzan quickly cleave gagged him with the neckerchief that had been used previously to bind his wrists in the middle of which a large knot had been tied. â€œGood Boyâ€ thought Action Man approvingly as Tarzan finished the job with several rounds of gaffer tape. Scott continued writhing, wriggling and bad-mouthing those who were throwing things at him but none of those actions seemed to be bearing fruit.
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Half past nine came and Scott had managed to loosen his wrists somewhat but was otherwise still firmly fixed to the flag pole. Tarzan was given the go-ahead by Long Tom to start the torture â€“ what a mate! He made the best of the next twenty minutes by lifting Scottâ€™s feet in turn off the ground and giving them a thorough and detailed tickling. He was pleased with the way his tying kept his victim almost incapable of resistance or avoidance and with the way that Scottâ€™s giggles and grunts were suppressed by his gag. Scott was finding it difficult to catch his breath and every time Tarzan thought he was convulsing too much, he simply kicked his supporting foot off the ground for a few seconds forcing him to stop struggling.
After about twenty minutes Sam decided that Scott had served his time and that, in any case, the adults would soon be arriving to take their offspring home. George freed his friend from the pole and Scott found his clothes and got dressed as did Tarzan and everyone who wasnâ€™t staying packed their kit. By a quarter past ten the only people left on site were Long Tom, Jamie, Sam and T-Boy. They decided that striking the tents could wait until morning.
It was, as I have already said, a very warm night and the four boys decided to get some hammocks from the store and sling them between the trees. Following a final attack on the hot chocolate and biscuits they turned in. As is always the way conversation flowed until the small hours. The older boys lamented the fact that they would soon be too old to be included in the organised wide games and would even be excluded from the unofficial feud.
â€œWhy do you reckon we do that?â€
â€œMy mum says it keeps me off the streets!â€
Yes, the parents knew more than the youngsters thought they did. But there was always the mutual conspiracy of silence!
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My thanks to all those who have been following my stories, especially those who have been kind enough to offer feedback.
I migjht go a bit quiet until Yule but I hope to be back then.
Blessed be you this Samhain
And a Happy New Year
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Following the Game (all m)

Post by Chase Ricks » Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:50 pm

Great one xtc!
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.

### Re: Following the Game (all m)

Post by snobound » Sun Oct 31, 2010 5:25 pm

Sounds like fun. Put all of us on the board into a game like that and it would fall apart instantly.... we'd all be "captured", and there'd be no captors to do the tying!
This is so sad.... "As is always the way conversation flowed until the small hours. The older boys lamented the fact that they would soon be too old to be included in the organised wide games and would even be excluded from the unofficial feud." Never too old for bondage games
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### Re: Following the Game (all m)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Nov 01, 2010 8:28 am

Good story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!