A confession to make!

Postby AIDAN.SIM » Sun Mar 01, 2009 3:00 pm

In my last story myself and my best friend Nathan were burdened with keeping an eye on his dads car repair garage whilst he was on holiday. This ended in my unfortunate torture. The next day I went to Nath's house and, after him taking the piss for a while, we decided we should once again check the garage. Nath said this time he had to take his brother because his auntie couldn't look after him for the day. Jordan is 12 years old with brown hair down to his shoulders. He plays the drums in his mates band and dresses like a typical skater.

Nathan was already pissed at Jordan because he had borrowed his i-pod and was refusing to give it back. And now we had to look after him all afternoon which included walking with him on his paper round. After what seemed like hours we finally got to the garage and let ourselves in. We inspected everything and Nath told Jordan about the previous days antics. Jordan was in hysterics and started taking the piss-----big mistake!

In the corner was an old boat trailer, about fifteen feet long and in pretty bad shape. It was in for some welding work, but judging by the state of it I thought it was scrap. At the head of the trailer was a hand cranked winch used for dragging the boat on.
I told Jordan that if he didn't shut up i'd tie him to it and leave him for the night. I turned to look at Nath and he had that look in his eye.He grabbed the bag containing the weightlifting belt and rope. "Do what you want, im not a crybaby and i'll escape from anything" said Jordan.

I grabbed him while Nath took off his belt and proceeded to strap his ankles together, once again looping some rope through between his legs. We dragged him onto the trailer and tied off the rope to the bottom end. I spotted an old innertube that looked to have come from a wheelbarrow or something, it was thick rubber and hard to stretch. As Nath strapped Jordans wrists together with the thick leather belt I grabbed the winch line and fastened the innertube to the hook on the end. Nath fed another piece of rope between his wrists and pulled tight. His wrists now pulled together and escape was impossible. I tied the other end of the rope around loop of the innertube. Nathan started winching and stopped only when his brother was pulled tight.

Wheres my i-pod, and you had better give the right answer because for every wrong answer you give you get another crank of the winch. "Piss off, you can't break me" Jordan hissed.
"Wrong answer" said nath as he slowly cranked the handle. Jordan let out a gasp as if he couldnt believe his brother would torture him like this. Three more wrong answers were given in quick succession before Jordan began looking as if he really was in pain. The fourth wrong answer and the winch was again cranked. At this point Jordan back and arse actually left the floor of the trailer as the winch head was about 18 inches higher then the trailer bed. He cried in agony and I checked the now somewhat elongated innertube. It was as tight as a guitar string and i told Nath that we should stop.
"Where is it" Nath barked.
"F@*k off" was the reply.
I told him he was in real danger of doing his little bro a serious mischief. "One more" said Nath as he cranked slowly. Once again a cry went up and i looked at Jordan who was cruelly racked. I thought his ribs were going to spring through his shirt at any minute. He was sweating buckets and breathing with difficulty.

"Tough little bastard, i'm going to leave you like this until you tell me where it is"
After half an hour it was clear he wasn't giving in so we slowly release the tension and took him off the makeshift rack. It had taken its toll on his body and we had to take turns giving him a piggyback home.

The next morning he was fine and to this day still has Nath's I-pod.


Please give me feedback on this story so I can improve my writing for the next installment!

Re: A confession to make!

Postby ruthtie » Mon Mar 02, 2009 1:19 am

Fantastic story but a bit risky?

Re: A confession to make!

Postby robmic » Sat Mar 07, 2009 5:56 pm

Couldn't you have just tickled him instead of torturing him?
bob

Re: A confession to make!

Postby luckydog3 » Sat Mar 07, 2009 6:26 pm

Ya, tickling is the best torture anyway.

Re: A confession to make!

Postby reddwarf123 » Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:38 pm

i was wondering, couldn't you have just looked for the ipod while he was tied up?