TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jun 17, 2012 2:57 am

Here in Britain we are soon to embark upon weeks of tedium and disruption to normal life as the O****** G**** take place.
The two Scout Troops have their own plans.
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TIED OLYMPICS

PLANNING THE GAMES

After School on Friday


“It’s alright. No kidnapping, no tie-ups, no torture. Promise. We just need to talk.”

Jamie looked around the classroom for an escape route. There wasn’t one.

“On my honour, this is not a trap.” Action Man extended his left hand and Jamie and he exchanged Scout handshakes.

Evan extended the same pledge and handshakes were exchanged. The tied games were important and the Scouts and the Sea Scouts were sworn enemies in their on-going feud but anyone who broke his word of honour would be ostracised by the rest of both Troops. Jamie relaxed slightly but he wondered what this was all about.

Action Man and Evan had waited for his teacher to be finished with Jamie, who had blotted his copybook big time, at the end of the day and, once she had left, they approached him.

“It’s important. It’s about the games. Can you spare a couple of hours this evening? “

“Nah, she’ll kill me if I don’t get my English coursework done and she’s already rung my mum. I’m already in deep shit when I get home and, if I’m late, I’ll get grounded for the next four weeks.”

Even if they were “sworn enemies” the other two boys sympathised with Jamie and they knew that what he said about his mother’s way of dealing with such matters was certainly true. After a short discussion they managed to arrange a meeting on Sunday as long as Jamie could placate his mother by then.

As time was limited, Jamie still didn’t know what it was all about by the time he started to run home.


Sunday Morning


Evan’s phone rang. “’S Jamie, what gives?”

“Can you come round to the Log Cabin?”

Jamie already had the word of the Sea Scouts that he wouldn’t be tied up or tortured but he didn’t really want to enter their premises in the customary state for a captured enemy. “Fair enough – No – You won’t have to strip down like a prisoner. But we need to talk.”

“What time?”

“Action Man’s here with me now. We’d like to be gone by mid-day.”

“OK. I’m on my way. Be about half an hour.”

“See y’.”

Jamie was intrigued. The only times he’d been to the Sea Scouts’ Log Cabin previously was when he was a prisoner in their tie-up games and the most he was usually allowed to wear was his underpants, shorts or swimming gear. This must be something of considerable importance. He’d tried ringing Long Tom to see what he knew before starting out but could get no answer. All sorts of things ran through his mind concerning what might have gone wrong with the arrangements for their own inter-Troop version of the Olympic Games that they were planning.

Jamie reached the gate. “Permission to come on board?”

“Permission granted.” Action Man and Evan came out of the cabin to meet Jamie with their left arms extended in greeting. Following the handshakes, the three boys entered the cabin.

“Fancy a Coke?” asked Evan just as Jamie noticed an angry Long Tom’s head sticking out of a chained security sack in the middle of the floor. “Don’t worry, we’ve given our word and we’d be pretty bloody pissed off if you didn’t accept it. It’s just that the big guy didn’t want to come and meet with us. Shut up Farmer Boy, and we might remove that gag.”

Tom still didn’t seem to want to be there and rolled around the floor in the yellow canvas sack unable to stand or even remain upright for very long. His fingers kept protruding from the top of the sack where the chain had gathered the heavy canvas round his neck in a vain attempt to rip the tape, that was forcing a fair-sized rubber ball into his mouth, from his face.

“Take the weight off your feet and we’ll explain. After that, if you can persuade Long Tom to calm down, we’ll let him out of the bag.”

“Why have you captured him but left me unbound?”

“We need to speak to both of you but your General here didn’t trust us and declined our invitation. Not only do we need to speak to both of you, we’re pissed off that he wouldn’t accept our word of honour. You both know we’d never break it.”

Jamie laughed at his increasingly furious mate as he rolled around the floor trying vainly to free himself. Jamie enjoyed the Coke and sat on the old sofa between the two Sea Scouts.


What’s it all about?


“You know those Warband kids that are always kidnapping one another just like we do? Well, they want in. They reckon that our Olympic Games will be a bit special and they reckon they’d be an asset to the event.”

“Yes, but the Limewood kids hate the Broadhurst boys and vice versa and there aren’t enough of either Warband to make a single team.”

“They’ve agreed to forget their feud during our Olympics just as we forget ours for the tied games.”

“How do you know? Shut up a minute, mate; this sounds interesting. Stop rolling round the floor like a Weeble.” Long Tom didn’t appreciate that from Jamie but, by now, he was getting exhausted and lay still and quiet for a while.

Evan said, “We need to know what you think but, if you’re just going to run off as soon as you’re released, you won’t get a say. Now you can see that we’re treating Jamie well so how about shutting up for a while?”

Jamie helped him to sit and Long Tom started to see sense. “Like I said, “How do you know?””

“Come outside. There’s something we want you to see.”

The three unfettered boys left the Log Cabin and went round the back passing an untidy pile of paddles much to Jamie’s surprise until he saw the paddle cage.


The Ambassadors


There wasn’t much room in the paddle cage for both the boys but Jamie couldn’t help laughing when he saw them. Aiden and Will had been stripped down to their swimming shorts, bound hand and foot, blindfolded and gagged and jammed closely together inside the cage on the back of the canoe trailer. It was one of the conditions they had to meet if their petition to join the games was even to be considered.

“Jamie, may I introduce Will from the Limewood Lads.” The one with the very long, very blonde hair nodded and made a sort of “Mmm-mm” noise. “And this is Aiden from the Broadhurst Boys.” The muscular kid made similar noises. “Which one do you want to speak to first?”

Jamie asked for a few minutes to try to talk Long Tom round without anyone else being present. He knew that, if he couldn’t do so, there was no point in continuing discussions in any case. Action Man and Evan saw the sense of this and said they’d wait until Jamie called them.

About five minutes later Jamie called them in to find Long Tom free from his gag and sitting calmly in the security sack.

“I think he’s prepared to take part now.” asserted Jamie so Action Man unlocked the chain. Long Tom gradually unravelled himself as he emerged from the sack, fully dressed but wringing with sweat from his exertions and with his clothes clinging closely to him . He accepted the proffered Coke and joined the other three on the huge old couch.

Now that Jamie had placated Tom and persuaded him to debate sensibly, the traditional left-handed handshakes were exchanged.


Negotiations


“OK, which one first?”

“Let’s have Blondie, he’s usually the more articulate.” suggested Evan. It was agreed.

Action Man grabbed the keys and he and Evan went, leaving the visiting Scouts to discuss the situation while they released Will from the cramped paddle cage. They didn’t bother untying him; Action Man just slung him over his shoulder and carried him round to the front of the Log cabin, through the door, dumped him on the floor and pulled him into a kneeling position. Evan cut the tape that was holding a wadded neckerchief into Will’s mouth and snagging his long hair. Evan quite enjoyed pulling the tape away. He knew Will was in no position to complain.

Will explained again that the two Warbands wanted into the “Olympic Games” that the Scouts and Sea Scouts were planning. He was aware that they would involve a lot of tying up and that Limewood and Broadhurst had agreed to join as a team. “If you lot can forget your feuds for the sake of your tied games, why shouldn’t we be able to?”

That was fair enough and both Troops knew that the Warbands were as deeply into their TUGs as they were themselves. Jamie asked what the Warbands could offer and Will outlined the various talents of his own Warband and also some of Aiden’s. “And besides, if we weren’t serious about this, why would Aiden and I have agreed to be humiliated like this?” That seemed fair enough too.

Various questions followed which Will fielded with some skill in spite of his being firmly bound and in some discomfort from kneeling on the floor and having previously been tied up with Aiden and jammed into the paddle cage for about an hour.

“Any more questions?”

After a round of “No’s”, Evan gagged Will again using a knotted neckerchief but without the tape this time. Action Man shouldered him and carried him out to the paddle cage accompanied by the others. The cage was unlocked and Aiden was pulled out and shouldered by Long Tom who took him into the Log Cabin while Evan and Action Man replaced Will and locked the cage. When the Sea Scouts returned, they found Aiden kneeling with his gag removed and ready for his interview.

The interview covered very much the same ground as the previous one but with a few more details of what his mates could offer as participants. The nature of the games was explained but it was obvious that both Will and he already had a pretty good idea what they entailed.

“OK, Aiden, we need time to discuss this.” said Long Tom, “You and Will can go free now and forget joining in or you can go back to the paddle cage while we come to a decision. Which is it going to be?” Aiden agreed to be gagged and to be taken back to join Will in the cage. That must have indicated some sort of determination to join in.

With both the Warband ambassadors locked in the cramped cage again, the four others made no attempt to hurry their discussions.

After about half an hour the snag became apparent.
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Jun 17, 2012 7:36 am

Ah to be young and a Scout again. I can tell this forum will be watched extremely carefully in the future.
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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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:24 am

Yes, please read carefully, just like Col. Ghadaffi used to read the Holy Q'ran: looking for loopholes.

I expect this will be the last long story featuring these youngsters as a lot of them are getting a bit long in the tooth now.
There is a smattering of back-stories, one lof which is not suiatble for this board.

Thanks for your response.
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Veracity » Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:32 pm

The mere title of this set my heart a-racing. The prose that follows does not disappoint.

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Chris12 » Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:36 pm

This. is. AWESOME! :big:

These kids are the same as in your other scout stories right? Could you give a discription of their looks too since the archives are a bit messed up at the moment?

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Wed Jun 20, 2012 1:31 am

Veracity wrote:The mere title of this set my heart a-racing. The prose that follows does not disappoint.


Thank you. I am desperately trying not to rush the narative. We'll have to see if I succceed.

Chris12 wrote:This. is. AWESOME! :big:

These kids are the same as in your other scout stories right? Could you give a discription of their looks too since the archives are a bit messed up at the moment?


I was afraid someone would ask me that! If I have the odd fortnight to spare, I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, my recent posting, "Commercial Break" gives links to some of the relevant earlier stories.

Thanks to you two and to Chase. I was beginning to think no one was intrested.

Wassail!
Xtc
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Veracity » Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:16 pm

Just remember- internet readers are, you should pardon the expression, loke cockroaches. For every one you see in the comments section there are hundreds more that you don't see.

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:00 am

Ah, but will they survive a nuclear holocaust?
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:32 am

I would just like to put on record the fact that I hate Chris12!
Herewith "The Field Guide to TUGgers in the Forest".

Seriously, though, thanks Chris. Making me check some of my past stories avoided a mistake I had made in the current one. Now all I have to do is a partial re-write! SIGH!

Wassail!
Xtc

Next instalment due on Sunday if I survive the delayed Solstice feast.
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Chris12 » Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:40 am

You know me, always happy to help! :lol: And wow! my first hater who admitted it! :big:

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:57 am

Chris12 wrote:You know me, always happy to help! :lol: And wow! my first hater who admitted it! :big:


Would I lie to you? :wink:
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby NemesisPrime » Fri Jun 22, 2012 3:55 am

Very good start! Almost makes me wish I had stayed in Scouts! :big:
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jun 24, 2012 3:50 am

TIED OLYMPICS



PLANNING THE GAMES

Compromise or . . . ?


Although the Sea Scouts were, on average, older than the other Troop, the games could be arranged so that the smaller boys could play an equally valuable role as the older ones but there were no younger kids (twelve & thirteen year-olds) amongst the Warbands. Even If Matt and Max were “persuaded” to join in, their youngest member would be fourteen.

The four boys took their time making a decision, the two applicants seemed to be in no hurry to go anywhere and, after some consideration, it was decided that perhaps they’d care to discuss it between themselves. The reaction to that from the two cramped, bound and, more importantly, gagged boys can easily be imagined.

“Still want in?” asked Evan. The two Warband boys nodded, not an easy thing to do without bashing their heads and one-another. Evan said that they’d remove their guests’ gags and leave them to discuss it for a while. “Want to go now?” Both caged boys shook their heads.

Action Man was about to unlock the cage but Long Tom thought it would be more entertaining to make the applicants wriggle until their gags could be undone from the outside of the cage. After a few entertaining/embarrassing minutes depending upon which side of the mesh the boys were on, the visitors were once more able to speak.

“OK, we’ll just leave you to it.” said Jamie as the Scouts and the Sea Scouts retired to reminisce and discuss past feuds and tied games.

Discussion is rather difficult when one’s correspondent is occasionally, if inadvertently, kneeing one in the balls and one’s feet are often poking him in the face but, after about thirty minutes, the “hosts” reappeared to receive the results of the deliberations.


The Decision


“Right, still want in?”

The reply that, after having to put up with the way they had been treated this morning, they weren’t going to back out now caused an unexpected, “Yes!” from Long Tom as he clenched his fist and pumped his arm.

“Come on boys, let them out.”

Some unstructured “discussion” followed in which Will’s and Aiden’s contributions didn’t seem to count for much but before long they had been conveyed into the log cabin and left sitting back-to-back on the floor with their blindfolds removed.

Action Man and Jamie helped the Warbands ambassadors to mugs of water while Evan explained that the next hour was to be their audition to see if they were going to be good enough to add anything to the games. What he meant was that they had an hour to free themselves.

Although both boys were used to trying (with varying success) to escape from ropes, they weren’t used to helping a member of their rival Warband. Will started outlining the problem and making suggestions. Typical Will.

“Shut up! Lie face down on the floor.”

Will was somewhat taken aback but he did what Aiden had suggested. He didn’t, however, stop holding forth as Aiden’s teeth sought out the knots holding the blonde’s hands firmly behind his back. Having spent about five minutes loosening his first target, Aiden felt the need for a rest. He looked up pleadingly.

“Hey, for Christ’s sake, one of you gag this gob-shite artist, please.”

“Hey!” said an indignant Will in spite of the fact that he was certainly used to similar reactions from his mates by then.

“Seriously?”

“Nah, he was only joking.”

“No I wasn’t!”

“OK, OK, zzzzzzip!” and Will did his best to belay the suggestions while Aiden got back to work.

After another more peaceful five minutes Aiden had loosened about a foot of rope and asked Will to try sitting up again. With his wrists and ankles still bound, Will found that far from easy but eventually both he and Aiden were sitting back-to-back once more. Aiden did his best to get a look at Will’s bonds as both boys moved their wrists as far to one side of them as they could. In spite of his somewhat bulky fingers, Aiden was quite dexterous and soon had all the rope that had been wound between Will’s wrists released. Will was still unable to slip his wrists out of the remaining loops of rope which had been applied by Action Man in his most efficient manner when Will had no incentive to resist. He did, however, soon manage to manoeuvre his wrists so that the rope gradually unwound itself sufficiently for him to slip his wrists free.

Despite his best efforts, Will couldn’t resist a gasp as his wrists became free followed by a running commentary on his rope marks and the satisfaction he was getting form massaging his wrists. “Oi! Now what about me?” came the long suffering voice from behind him.

“Oh, sorry Aiden, won’t be long, hang on while I have a look. Who’s got my specs?”

After certain attempts by the Sea Scouts to convince Will that his glasses had become misplaced, Action Man produced them but not until after Will had found the, “I thought you’d left them with his clothes.” From Evan to be somewhat concerning,

Once his squarish and virtually rimless glasses were in place, good as his word, Will soon had Aiden’s wrists freed and both Warbands boys started working on freeing their own ankles.

Whilst the other four boys relaxed on the sofa and Aiden and Will sat on the floor enjoying the proffered Cokes, further details were hammered out. The “hosts” had no intention of making their guests too comfortable nor even allowing them to dress fully. If they wanted to withdraw, they were quite at liberty to do so. Although he didn’t usually take part in activities any more, Sam had already worked out the programme and competitors for the various games but, as not everyone was fully involved, Evan was pretty sure he could work the Warbands competitors in but they’d have to agree to take whatever they were given. Will knew that they would probably be playing under a handicap.

The only concession that Aiden had managed to win was to allow Tom, who couldn’t attend in the daytime, to help his team-mates in the evening.

With arrangements finalised, Evan said that he’d see Aiden in school and let him know who was playing whom and that everyone had better go home now. The nonchalant way in which the Scouts and Sea Scouts went about things from then on didn’t betray in the slightest the fact that they were aware that Will was still clad in only his long white swimming trunks and Aiden in his short, loose black ones.

“Come on, boys, where’s our clothes?”

“Clothes?”

“I thought you arrived like that.”

“Ah, fuck!” Aiden feared the worst.

“Oh please, I can’t go home like this. My bloody brother’s home. I’d never live it down.”

“It’s OK, Will, they’re around – somewhere.”

“Yeah, you should find them round and about.”

“You bastards.” said Will, grinning and shaking his head. He knew he just had to put up with searching the surrounding woodland for his togs and, with wry smiles, Aiden and he left the premises.

The clothes had been distributed all round the woodland surrounding the premises but were reasonably easy to find and it didn’t take Aiden and Will more than an hour to find them all and start on their way to their respective homes.


Wednesday Morning


“Hallo, Mate. Here it is.”

Evan gave the piece of paper that Sam had printed out to Aiden who examined it carefully.

“I didn’t think Sam played the tied games now that he’s at college?”

“Oh, he saw that your Simon was playing. He said, ‘I hate that kid. I’ll take him on.’ so they’re pulling against one another.”

“Who’s Den, the one I’m pulling against?”

“Oh, he’s our ‘pie-man’. He’s younger than you . . .”

“Good.”

“. . . but he’s heavy and solid, bit of a rugby player.”

“Oh, thanks for that!”

“Thought you’d like that. How did you persuade your little brother and his speckly mate to play?

“Easy. They’re quite into the tying up, it’s just their big brothers, me and Karl, they don’t like. Who are these kids they’ve drawn?”

“They’re two of the Land Farmers; Little Steve’s a swimmer, good shoulders but he’s not too tall, but Scott’s a maniac, he’ll put up a hell of a fight.”

“Oh come on, swap them round so that my brother gets the maniac. What’s this ‘Catching the Greasy Mush’”?

“Yeah, there weren’t any really little kids left so Sam took the three next biggest of yours against our youngest ones. It’s sort of one-on-one wrestling; the older one has to get the younger one out of the ring.”

“That should be easy enough.”

“Not when the little one’s coated with grease!”

“Eughh!”

“Yes, have you all got swim briefs?”

“Yes, Speedo were selling them cheap on line, we ordered two pairs each and got them even cheaper. At least we’ll look like a proper team, unlike you lot.”

“Watch it!”

“What’s this? Pick on the Yank? How come JT’s got to fight tag team all on his own.”

“That’s the way we do it: one big kid versus two younger ones. You’re right though, because we’ve run out of little kids, one of his opponents is nearly as big as him.”

“Oh well, it’s a hard life being the token foreigner.”

“Are you sure your lot are OK with the bound swimming?”

“Yeah, you know Mike from our lot? Well, he’s rich and his folks have a pool. Ever since we knew about the event, we’ve been practicing when his folks have been out. Shit! I didn’t need to do it! Oh well, those three will be glad they know how not to drown. Hey, did you get that site you were after?”

“What Pound Farm? Yes, as long as there’s adult supervision.”

“What the hell are we going to do about that?”

“Leave that to us. We know a man - - - or two. An important event like this needs referees, doesn’t it?”

“S’pose so but . . .

“Worry not! Leave it to Sam. Right, that’s the main daytime games. The others and the evening ones can be arranged at the time. There’s a list of possible events on the bottom.”

Then the school bell went for lessons and the two boys parted.
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Chris12 » Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:53 am

Good job Xtc. Makes me want to contineu my own scout story :big:

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:57 am

Thank you and please do.
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Veracity » Wed Jun 27, 2012 10:01 pm

I do enjoy that you take your time and really set up the event. It makes me even more eager to see what will happen.

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:08 am

Thanks for that remark. I was worried about the start being too slow.

THEN i worried about later bits being rushed! Ahh! the torments of the true artiste!
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jun 28, 2012 5:12 pm

Glad to see you finally working on this. It seems like forever since you sent me the first part that you've posted; I'd begun to think you'd forgotten all about this story. :D
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jul 01, 2012 3:10 am

I needed to post it somewhere near the dates of the "O****** G****, which are already causing chaos in London even before they start. Most of the cabbies seem to be taking a couple of weeks off during the games themselves so we might as well stay at home and read Stries of tie-up games!

Much more to come!
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jul 01, 2012 3:39 am

TIED OLYMPICS


SATURDAY

Getting Set Up


On the appointed morning, and by a complicated process of terminological inexactitudes, the Warbands boys had persuaded their parents to ferry them and their borrowed camping equipment to Pound Farm. When the parents caught sight of Mark (ex-Sea Scout) and Martin (former Scout), they were convinced that there was to be responsible adult supervision. How easily the two smoothies could charm the mothers! Little did they know that, with Mark, they stood no chance. Ben (also ex-Sea Scouts) had also agreed to turn up to organise the catering just for old times’ sake.

As the Warbands boys arrived, they were shown to the camping field. The owners were away with their horses and had deliberately not let out any of their facilities for a week until Sam talked them into “lending” the place to responsible local members of the Brotherhood of Scouts. There seems to be something about a woggle that makes otherwise sensible people trust Scouts.

The Scouts and Sea Scouts had already set up their tents the previous evening and were currently engaged in pitching and equipping the supply tent-cum-cook tent and the large marquee that was to serve as a meeting room-cum-mess tent.

By the time the Warbands had pitched their tents, large ones with external poles, everything was ready. Max and Matt had been invited to sleep in the Limewood Lads’ tent, an offer they immediately accepted; it would keep them out of their brothers’ way. Even if they were supposed to be on the same team, experience told them that Aiden and especially Karl should not be trusted.

The camp was pitched and equipped and everyone went into the marquee to demolish their packed lunches and go over the rules. Ben already had dinner preparations underway.


The Two-Way Pull


Martin was a tall, dark-featured man with a prominent chip out of his front teeth where, he always told people, he’d tried to catch a cricket ball in his mouth. He was an early participant in the feud between the Scouts and the Sea Scouts and, as an adult, was now a Scouter, which was so useful as far as the tied games were concerned. He knew the games were consensual and often kept a surreptitious eye on things to check out the safety of the participants.

He announced that the first game was to be a two-way pull and that the participants should strip down and get ready. As the sixteen competitors returned to their tents to get into their swim-briefs, Mark took the chalk bottle and marked an oche and two more lines parallel to it, one on each side of it and about twenty metres away. It was decided that the inter-troop bouts would inter-leave with the Warbands v Scouts matches.

First up were Simon and Sam. Simon wasn’t exactly delighted with the team decision to buy those black Speedos; he was tall and they didn’t cover much of him. He had good pecs and square shoulders, toned by being an obsessive kayaker. His was naturally dark-skinned but even so his wet-suit had left him with tan marks round his neck and wrists. Sam was a skilful rock climber and wind-surfer whose fondness for his shortie wet-suit had left bizarre tan lines round his slender biceps and just above his knees. Wearing just his black, and blue briefs with the white detailing, he obviously had nothing to be ashamed of, another cause of embarrassment to his opponent. He had grown tall but had retained his wiry physique. Simon thought he was on to a certain winner against the lighter boy as they prepared for combat.

Martin tossed a coin and Simon called correctly. It was then down to one of the Sea-Scouts to square-lash Sam’s elbows to a pioneering stave so that it sat behind his back. The tying was always done by a member of the contestant’s own team to make sure that he was less likely to be disqualified for becoming untied. Action Man asked Simon, “Outside or inside?” but, being new to the games, he didn’t understand the question. Alex explained that, having won the toss, Simon had the choice between having his elbows tied between Sam’s or outside them. He chose “outside”. Action Man tied Sam’s right elbow to the stave while Alex tied his left one while they ensured that his elbows were forced quite closely together. With Sam secured to the wooden pole, Simon backed up to him and hooked it between his own elbows and his back. The Warbands had a bit of a problem; if Tom had been present, he would have been asked to secure Simon in place but Aiden an Jonny stepped up to the mark and soon had their team-mate securely tied.

Both contestants soon found their wrists rope-cuffed in front of them and Martin declared that they were ready for the contest to begin. The contestants were helped to stand with their heels against the oche and Martin’s voice announced, “Take the strain,” both boys braced themselves, “Ten minutes. - - - Pull!”

That’s when Simon got his first shock. Sam leaned forwards with Simon more or less mounted on his back and made a good ten metres’ progress before Simon managed to dislodge himself and regain his footing. This was going to be harder than he had thought. Simon tried the same manoeuvre but the more experienced boy simply wriggled his way out of it before he could regain any ground. The next few minutes, as the contestants simply pulled against one another, allowed the heavier boy to make some progress but nowhere near enough to return to the starting point. Then Sam tried another tactic. It could have been risky if both players had ended up on the ground but it was worth a try. He hooked one of Simon’s feet off the ground and ran as fast as he could in the circumstances as his opponent tried to regain his footing. Every so often from then on, when Simon managed to get a secure foothold, he managed to regain some ground but never enough to stop the wily Sam from eventually dragging him across the mark. The spectators thought they had been robbed because the contestants had managed to avoid disintegrating into a shambling heap on the ground.

The conjoined boys at last allowed themselves to collapse and each one sat regaining his breath before Sam was untied. Simon had a price to pay. Final “sentence” would, however, not be determined until after the other seven bouts. Until then, he would be left in the shade, still tied to the stave and with his ankles crossed and held in place by a belt.

The next bout was one that all present agreed should have been a real humdinger. T-Boy and Long Tom were tied up ready to pull against one another. T-Boy had no great muscle definition but he was very strong and possessed great stamina. Long Tom was very tall and had a very well defined body. In his black Adidas briefs, and with his boyish face, he could have passed for a model. T-Boy had a fondness for the rather skimpy plain blue swimming trunks that he chose to wear at the pool in spite of the fact that he tended to get ragged about it by his friends who all favoured long shorts. It was, indeed, an epic battle. For the first five minutes, neither player had managed to gain any noticeable advantage, then they fell. There was a lull while both boys did little other than breathe heavily. They agreed to co-operate with one another while they stood up again by pushing against their opponent and Martin agreed to referee the situation until both had regained stability. More twisting and turning, pulling and pushing and grunting and swearing preceded another collapse but this time the contest continued. With neither boy being a novice, there was no attempt to roll towards one end but there was much exhausting scrambling around on their bums. But the duo had not managed to move more than about five metres from the oche at any stage.

“Time!” announced Martin, “The result is a draw. Put it to the vote: should we release them or keep them tied?” As if there was any doubt. In spite of all their pleas, even those to team loyalty, the erstwhile contestants were helped to their feet, allowed to walk crabwise to the shade where they were made to sit, still back to back, with their ankles crossed and bound. Ben made sure that all three bound boys were given water.

The match between Aiden and Den and the one between Evan and Vic were total pushovers. A resentful Vic was simply steam-rollered by the larger and more solid Sea Scout and left to sulk in the shade and, in spite of his weight, Den was out-muscled by Aiden and had to wait clad in just his white swim briefs and still bound to the stave. Max had a relatively easy victory over Little Steve due to a considerable height advantage and in spite of Little Steve’s upper body strength. That did Max’s fragile ego no harm at all.

Jamie and Action Man were next. Jamie was the younger contestant, a very muscular, dark-skinned boy with a longish “pudding basin” haircut and who favoured black “Arena” briefs. He was slightly taller than his opponent but Action Man’s leaner, muscular body and his belligerent determination was expected to yield an interesting contest. In the end an exhausted Action Man was made to sit in the shade although Jamie couldn’t help wondering whether he hadn’t thrown the bout in the last minute.

The “fixed” bout, the one where Matt had been put up against Scott, was one of weight against sheer manic energy and focus. Matt was a somewhat “bulky” crew-cut blonde who was Max’s TUG buddy; he was slightly shorter than Scott, whose lean, athletic figure was disporting itself in multi-coloured briefs with light blue hems. He’d obviously recently been to the hairdresser’s to get his rather straggly hairstyle highlighted again. Neither boy having been able to gain any real advantage over his opponent, they both ended up sitting in the shade still sharing a stave. At least Scott, always the Scouts’ bondage pig, didn’t have to throw the bout to ensure that he stayed tied up.

That left Alex and Zac to compete. Alex had put on quite a bit of muscle over the past year but Zac was heavier and taller. The red-headed Sea Scout, who wore his inevitable bright red Speedos, looked like a contestant in a novice body-building contest with many freckles but without the hideous exposed veins. After a considerable tussle, and only just before time ran out, Zac was surprised to see the white line over which he had managed to wrestle Alex before Martin announced that he was the winner. Even though he was unable to shake his victor’s hand, Alex congratulated the sweat-soaked blonde. He was then consigned to the shade with his ankles crossed.

Everyone took a drink break and the fate of the losers (and those who had only managed to draw their matches) was sympathetically discussed and announced by Mark, “OK! Losers stay tied up for an hour, T-Boy, Long Tom, Scott and, what’s ‘is name, Matt, listen up.” That really wasn’t necessary because the two pairs of bound lads could hear exactly what the others had been discussing even though their opinions didn’t appear to have been taken into consideration. “First pair to get both members to touch the oche goes free, the other pair stays tied up. Go!”

The candidates for freedom, who still had their ankles bound, struggled on their bums to make their way to the chalk line. The other boys, even those who knew that they stood no chance of being untied, considered this to be quality entertainment. Matt couldn’t help thinking that his efforts were not exactly being matched by those of his erstwhile opponent in spite of Scott’s hurt-sounding, “Oh, how could you think that?” type protestations. Long Tom and T-Boy were soon freed and it took four people to carry Scott and a somewhat dischuffed Matt back into the shade.

In his role as enumerator Mark announced that the scores between the troops was Scouts five points and Sea Scouts three points Even Little Steve joined in the cheer from his position in the shade. It was the Warbands boys’ turn to cheer next when Mark announced that the score was Warbands five, to the combined Scouts’ three.

The next hour passed quickly even for the losers as they sat awaiting their release while the winners used the campsite showers and the others just lazed in the sun or sat in the shade. By the end of the hour Matt had forgiven Scott and they were getting on like strawberries and cream even though they couldn’t face one another during their conversation. After all, hadn’t Matt really come along for the tie-ups even if he was occasionally to be on the receiving end?

As the one-hour penalties came to an end, (Mark even insisted that each loser was released exactly an hour after his bout had finished. He can be annoying like that!) the newly released boys made for the shower and it was decided that it was time for a swim. With more or less half the party suitably dressed already, Mark decided to do his “Responsible Adult” bit. He pointed out that the site owner could get into serious legal trouble if there were any unfortunate accidents and he suggested that Sam and he, who both (amongst others) held their RLSS Award of Merit, go and get their red shorts on.

With life guards appointed and on duty, the next hour was spent playing British Bulldog and a bizarre sort of rugby in the pool. The games continued until Ben called Mark on the walkie-talkie (Remember that there is very poor mobile coverage in the Forest) and announced that dinner was served. A happy but exhausted band dripped their way to the mess tent and made very short order of one of Ben’s speciality chillies and several individual fruit pies each. 
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:21 am

A shame my friends and I never thought of having any kinds of games like this. Sounds like they would have been fun. That I probably would have consistently lost most such athletic contests against my more athletic friends wouldn't have bothered me a bit under the circumstances. :big:
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:58 am

Yes, thier team mates probably have the same trouble with Scott and JT; I wonder why?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: TIED OLY'MPICS

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:59 am

Oh, is my 'son' JT going to be in this one? I hadn't seen his name mentioned anywhere in here yet. :D
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jul 01, 2012 1:28 pm

Ah, you must have missed the reference when Evan was showing the list to Aiden.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jul 01, 2012 1:47 pm

Oops... you're right. In fact I missed the whole page around it too; must have been a scrolling glitch.
Funny coincidence though; I often *was* paired against two (or sometimes even more) younger boys in wrestling matches prior to tie-ups wen I was a kid. :big:
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Jul 01, 2012 6:31 pm

First event is very well done.
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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:29 am

TIED OLYMPICS


SATURDAY

Martial Arts


Tom from the Broadhurst Warband always had a good sense of timing and managed to arrive in time for dinner and to learn that the first of the evening’s activities was to involve the ancient martial art of bonditsu. The Scout Troops already knew the rules which were easily explained to the Warbands and everyone went to get into their shorts and to collect a single sock. Sam had already worked out a rota for Mark to read out and everybody knelt in a circle while Martin allocated everyone a number. He made sure that none of the Warbands boys would get called for the first couple of bouts so that they could see how things worked. The first four contestants were called to the “mat” or, more precisely, the grass in the middle of the circle, where they knelt on the ground, each one having a single sock fitted over the front of his right foot. The silly bowing to “Grand Master, Mark”, to the spectators and to their opponents was solemnly observed. Then the clapping started.

Each spectator clapped his hands on his thighs twice and then together once to the rhythm /1,2,3,-/ whilst chanting “Bon-dit-su” repeatedly. This wasn’t an “official” event, it was just for entertainment and for the opportunity to tie one another up on any pretext. After all, wasn’t that what the whole event was about? As the first four competitors shuffled round on their bums whilst trying to remove a sock from one of the others, the chant persisted. T-Boy soon had his sock removed and retired to the circle and, until the supple Sam was the eventual winner, no one was deemed to be in default so Mark called the next four contestants.

The chant started again but, before any socks had been removed, the chanting stopped and the crowd accused Scott (there’s a surprise) of lifting his bum from the ground. That allowed the other three players to declare themselves undefeated and, more importantly, to tie Scott up in any way they wished.

“Shorts off, Scottie.” demanded Evan as Action Man, Little Steve and he prepared their ropes. Scott didn’t resist. While the next bout started, the three of them worked as a team, even though Little Steve was the only tying Scout, to get Scott accommodated. A Sea Scout tied each of Scott’s wrists to the outside of his ankle on the same side leaving his knees high in front of him and, once they were satisfied, the little Scout wound several loops of his rope around Scott’s forearms and gradually pulled the coils tight. Scot was actually quite glad that little Steve got that job because he didn’t think Evan would have been quite so gentle as he pulled the coils tight round the arms of a member of his rival Troop.

By the time Scott had been secured and left facing the action, the next bout was nearly over. Being members of other Scout Troops, both Aiden and Simon had met the game previously and played with some practiced skill. GP and Den, however, thought, “Sod loyalty” and attacked one another. As good friends would, they soon got carried away and were both called for having their bums clear of the ground. As they rolled around, there could be no doubt of the outcome and the Warbands kids prepared to secure their prisoners while the next bout got underway.

GP and Den were busy blaming each other for getting them tied up but neither boy seemed to holding any serious grudge in spite of the nature of their invective. Aiden grabbed a cricket bat from stores and announced that there was a decision to make. He spun the bat in the air and it landed “flat-up”. “OK, that’s fronts then. Shouldn’t you two be getting your shorts off?” GP and Den looked at him and Simon ruefully whilst remarking that they seemed to be picking up on the conditions quickly as they removed their shorts.

“OK, you two, cuddle up.” The two friends cottoned on quickly and the shorter read-head made some disparaging – and untrue – remarks about not being able to reach as Den lifted his arms out of the way. In spite of his protestations, GP’s wrists were soon rope-cuffed behind the bulkier boy’s back. Being a Queen’s Scout in his own Troop, Aiden made a good job of the cuffs and Simon did nearly as well when tying Den’s wrists behind the smaller boy’s back.

“Feet apart.” The two Sea Scouts reluctantly did as they were instructed as Simon looped a rope between Den’s wrists and passed it, doubled, between both boys’ legs and brought it up between GP’s wrists and pulled down tightly. Both boys said something like, “Oh bother!” at that stage and Simon returned the rope between their legs again and secured it round Den’s wrists. It’s a good job the two Sea Scouts were good friends!

Simon and Aiden inspected their work. Simon was happy with it but Aiden thought it lacked something. He clicked his fingers and pointed as though something had just dawned on him and collected one of the belts that had secured someone’s feet earlier. “That’s better.”

GP and Den begged to differ as the belt was pulled tight round their necks forcing them to rest their chins on one another’s shoulders. “OK, cope with it.” declared Aiden as Simon and he just abandoned their prisoners and returned to the group of spectators. Den and GP were left struggling to find the least uncomfortable and least personally embarrassing position available to them. They owed those two kids one!

Jonny was also used to this game and so were Vic and Zac; there was one obvious route of attack; JT stood no chance, not only did Jonny manage to remove his sock in very short order but he had lifted his arse from the ground in his attempt to retain it. The spectators called for a penalty.

“OK mate, Shorts off.”

“But I’ve not got my speedo on.”

“Tough tits.”

“You’re wearing underpants, aren’t you?”

JT had to admit that he was and was soon wearing just his customary short, baggy, white boxers. He even managed to look outraged as he adjusted them prior to surrendering himself to his opponents’ tender mercies.

Vic took charge. He was good at giving orders. “Sit down. Hands between your legs. Now outside your shins.”

JT was soon locked into a ball with his wrists rope-cuffed in front of his shins. Being fairly slender, he knew that, if he could cross his ankles later, he would probably be able to slip his feet behind the rope and very quickly free himself from there. Too many chickens counted too soon.

Zac rocked JT onto his back and the treacherous Jonny tied his big toes together with a length of para-cord. Once Vic had wound another of the now redundant belts twice round the American’s ankles and buckled it tight, all JT’s hopes evaporated. Well, when I say hopes, you know what I mean. In context it wouldn’t do for the “victim” to show too willing and honour demanded that, if he was able to, he should try to escape. - - - IF he was able to! Honour was satisfied as Zac returned him to a hunched seated position.

Relating the events during this activity is very difficult. They did not take place serially. A bout would take place, someone would be tied up or not, the tiers would return to the group of spectators but at any time during that process another bout would be taking place, etc.

Alex’s number was called and he readied his sock and knelt to dbow to “Grand Master, Mark”. So did his opponents.

“Oh, come on, boys!” He’d noticed that the other three were all Warbands players although, in the light of recent treachery, he probably had very little justification for his appeal. Not that anyone was going to take any notice. It was about time the Sea Scouts’ ginger hard-man got his come-uppance – in the nicest possible way. In spite of his protestations, Alex soon pulled Karl’s sock off, that was probably an easy target and, after a prolonged scuffle, Tom managed to defeat his friend, Mike. No-one was in default so there were no tie-ups from that bout and the players returned to the chanting and clapping (but now somewhat depleted) circle.

Mark called seven combatants for the next bout and, as is usually the way, there was a quick early result as George forced Jacob to lose his seat in an effort to avoid defeat. The Grand Master called the bout to a halt and the remaining four combatants sat waiting while the spectators made their decision: George would get to tie Jacob up and the bout between the others would continue. Tarzan was the smallest of the remaining contestants but he was also strong, experienced and determined; he soon defeated Big Steve and the two shook left hands while Will and James fought one another. The muscular little Sea Scout soon took advantage of Will, who was concentrating only on bettering his best mate, and removed his sock and then went on to defeat James and Joe as well. What a boring bout, there was no one in default and so no one other than Jacob was tied up.

George always lacked imagination except in the manufacturing of excuses to get him out of trouble with his parents and he simply trussed the slender, and rather pale red-head into a none-too-friendly hog-tie. He simply couldn’t resist mudging Jacob’s long corkscrew hair in with a rather melted chocolate bar from his pack. That wasn’t in the rules but Jacob had no recourse to justice all the while the others were enjoying the spectacle. In the hypocritical interests of “peace and quiet” (some hope) George rolled Jacob’s discarded running shorts into a tidy bundle and forced them into his mouth in mid protest. Another of the discarded belts soon held the rapidly moistening garment firmly in place.

The last bout involved the remaining younger Scouts and Sea Scouts along with Max and Matt. A psychologist could have made a study of treachery throughout the bonditsu event and the tiny but supple Frenchie soon had Rusty and Braniac sockless. Brain being quickly subdued by speed gave Braniac no chance and, predictably, Matt and Max set about one another instead of trying to steam-roller the smaller kids. Both of them, along with Budgie were soon sockless with Frenchie beating Luke into second place.

The games could have gone on but the “Grand Master” called time and announced that there was a serious breach of protocol to deal with. Braniac explained that to Frenchie.


Trial and Retribution


All spectators adopted a seated posture and George was called forwards. The dimpled grin was looking rather tentative as he knelt in front of the Grand Master shooting nervous glances to either side. Martin “read the charges” and called for “Exibit One” to be brought forward. Will and James lifted up the hog-tied and gagged Jacob, carried him into the centre of the circle and dumped him beside George.

There was then rather more cod legalese than was strictly necessary for such a forgone verdict but all present knew that it wouldn’t do for due process of justice not to take its course.

“Does the defendant have anything to say?”

“Yes. He’s a ginger. He asked for it.”

“Exhibit One?”

“Nnngh mmph gnngh!”

“I thought so. Verdict?”

There was no surprise about the verdict but sentence now had to be decided. The stupider suggestions such as releasing Jacob and allowing him to torture George were quickly dismissed as being non-inclusive and the unfortunate red-head was carried to the sidelines once more and left to struggle in the dust. The injustice of leaving the injured party like that didn’t seem to bother anyone except Jacob.

The decision was quickly made and the guilty man was asked if he had anything to say.

“Brother Scouts, Warbands friends, Come on, . . .”

“OK, that’s enough. Get ‘em off, George mate.”

George knew when he was defeated and removed his football shorts leaving him wearing only his favourite boxers, the long, faded, dark blue ones with the large stars on them. The condemned man returned to his knees with his hands on his head and waited for the hanging jury to reach their decision, becoming more alarmed at each increasingly “creative” suggestion.

After about ten minutes, the decision was made. George was to run the gauntlet. That wasn’t the news he wanted to hear, even if he had brought a box with him, there was no way he could keep it in place in those boxers. His subsequent abject pleadings and attempted apologies to Jacob fell not so much onto deaf ears as onto ears that had had enough of his snivelling so Martin rolled his discarded football shorts into a tight roll and offered them up to George’s mouth. George realised the futility of refusing the gag; he was a guilty man and was honour bound to accept his punishment. By the time Martin had, with some difficulty, stuffed the dark blue garment completely inside George’s mouth and his bulging cheeks, Ben had raided the first-aid kit for a large adhesive dressing which he pressed meticulously into place over most of George’s lower face. George knew that with even his sparse, incipient moustache, the removal of the white dressing was going to hurt; at least they hadn’t used Elastoplast. Last time that really hurt as he removed it from the hair on the back of his neck.

So George was still kneeling, gagged and with his hands on his head, while four boys went for two tug o’ war ropes and the bound losers, even JT and Scott, tried even harder to escape so that they wouldn’t miss out on the chance to punish George. Isn’t friendship a wonderful thing?

It was decided that the Sea Scouts ought to tie George ready for his torment and Action Man and Alex volunteered for the job. George didn’t look too pleased about that as they set about their task and everyone else went to get themselves ready to administer punishment. Action Man demanded that George present his hands in front of him about twenty centimetres apart as he wound hanks of a half-inch rope about five times between his wrists and tidied up his work by evening out the loops. Alex explained what would happen to him if he didn’t keep the ropes tight while his colleague wrapped the free ends neatly round between his wrists forming something resembling a hangman’s noose. George kept the ropes tight! Even when Action Man had finished and tied off the rope, there was plenty of rope left and George let his hands drop. He knew that was too good to last and Alex ordered him to lift the rope-cuff over his head so that it sat behind his neck. Once George had complied, Alex took the free ends, that were hanging from George’s right wrist, and passed them across in front of his neck. Once he had looped them around the cuff again near George’s left wrist and brought it back across in front of his neck again, he secured the ends. With his hands pointing backwards there was no way George could reach the knots and he was left completely defenceless with his elbows raised and unable to protect his body.

Even once he had been taken to where his punishment was to start, there was still more pre-punishment psychological torture to endure. Should the tug o’ war ropes be closer? Should George be hobbled? How many times should he have to run the gauntlet? Was it better to soak their towels first or to leave them dry? While the decisions were being made, everybody practiced snapping their towels and Jacob still harboured the vain hope that one of his Warband mates would release him so that he could join in with punishing his recent attacker.

With some difficulty, Martin called the rabble to order and reminded them of the “rules”.
• All feet behind the ropes. Anyone who touches them has to run the gauntlet himself. (It was so important to be absolutely fair!)
• Towels only. No missiles.
• If he falls, let him up – unless he tries crawling.
• Be careful, he’s got no box on. (George wasn’t sure that he wanted them reminded about that.)

George was positioned at the end of the “course” and noticed that the boundary ropes were about two metres apart. He’d seen them closer in the past. He also found out that, although he wouldn’t be hobbled, he would have to run to the other end of the ropes and then back again. All the free boys positioned themselves along the ropes and Martin ordered George to run. George ran. He quickly made it to the other end with many stifled yelps and amidst various shouts of triumph as towels, both wet and dry, whipped his unprotected body. He fell to his knees to give himself some recovery time and, after his breathing had steadied itself, George tied pleading for a remission of sentence but, because nobody seemed to understand him, he was given ten seconds to stand up and start running back. Following a long exhalation of breath through his nose he staggered to his feet and braced himself. He thought that at least his fellow Scouts would go easy on him but he never was too quick on the uptake. He started, he felt the sting of his tormentors’ towels and he collapsed on the ground having reached the end. He’d suffered no real harm, except for the pain from a couple of “low blows” which would soon wear off and at least he would soon be untied.

“OK George, stand up.” Surely Martin was about to untie him? “And now the good news: we’ve decided to leave you tied up until Jacob can untie you. How’s he doing, mate? Oh, sorry, George, mate, he’s still quite firmly hog-tied; I wonder who did that. Oh well, perhaps he won’t be long now.” That pathetic look could have melted rocks but it had no noticeable effect on the hearts of the other lads. 
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby tugger3 » Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:08 am

AMAZING!!!




btw I love all of your other stories too. Especially the one where Max and Matt get their revenge!
You can run but you can't hide
When you stop I will tie you up!

Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby xtc » Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:16 am

Thank you. I appreciate that.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: TIED OLYMPICS

Postby Veracity » Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:59 pm

Great chapter. Love George's punishment!