## Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness (Completed)

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Dec 12, 2010 8:12 am

Here's the next story of my tie-up games during my chilhood. Enjoy.
Thanks to xtc, sarumansauron, and hafnermg for the comments on my last story!!!
Last edited by Tom Ford on Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:30 am, edited 3 times in total.

### Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part I (ff/f), (m/f)

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Dec 12, 2010 8:13 am

Fall 1966
Friday Afternoon Madness
Part I
Henry's Invitation
(ff/f), (m/f)
In the last story, Angela (9) surprised all of us by capturing all of us by herself (with a little help of course).
The week was busy. Tie-up games of any sort were usually suspended during school days. Too many homework, too many quizzes, too much hard work, not to mention house chores that we need to do meant that play time was severely restricted. Most of the free time during those days were spent playing with toys, running around in the back yard, or watching TV.
It was Friday afternoon that October when all of the madness ended, temporarily at least. I was able to go home early, but the others were not so lucky. Andrew and David (both 10 and classmates) stayed behind and spent some time in the library to work on homework that was to be passed on Monday, while Frank (9) and Donald (9) has some meetings on their club. Chester and Jay (10) decided to stay behind and play with their classmates for a while.
So it was only my friend Henry (8) and I who went home immediately after class. Our home was within walking distance from school, so we walked. We arrived at Henry’s house, and he wanted to show me the new toys that his parents bought him. I was curious about them because he kept talking about them while we were walking, so I agreed.
We entered the house, and we were greeted by Mrs. Dale, Henry and Angela’s parents. Angela wasn’t home yet. We quickly gave our greetings before we ran towards his room. And Henry did not disappoint. I was impressed by his new toys, and we played with them for a while.
Our revelry was interrupted thirty minutes later when we heard a scream, and loud girlish laughter, from downstairs. We quickly ran downstairs and we were dumbfounded by what we saw.
Angela, my sister Betty (8), and cousin Maggie (8) were wrestling with each other. Well, not really. Angela was lying in the ground on her stomach, and the other girls were holding her hands behind her. Angela was laughing but otherwise was not trying to shake them off. They were all wearing dresses, buckled shoes, and ankle socks, standard clothing of girls back then.
“Um, what’s going on?” I asked, smiling but dumbfounded.
“Oh, we’re merely trying to tie Angela up!”
“Help me Tmmpphh!”
Angela’s cry was strangled by Betty’s hand.
“Tom, Henry, can you get some rope, please.”
I decided not to interfere. “If I only knew where she kept them!” I laughed.
“I’ll get it!” Henry shouted before running off.
Betty soon withdrew her hand. “We’ll let you go now if you promise to let us tie you up.”
“Okay, okay, but if I escape I get to tie you up!” Angela challenged back.
“You can’t,” I reminded her. “If you did, I’ll tell, and you know how they [my parents] feel about tying up someone who’s eight years old.”
Angela was crestfallen. “Fine. But next year, I’m going to get both of you!”
“But why do you want to tie her up?” I asked.
“Do we need a reason, cousin?” Maggie asked.
“I guess not,” I laughed when Henry returned carrying a bag. Inside the bag was a treasure trove of tie-up materials. Pre-cut rope, two rolls of duct tape, handkerchiefs and bandanas, etc.
We gave the bag to Betty, and Angela obediently put her hands behind her back, crossed. We talked about other things while Betty tied her up. We talked about school, our teachers, our friends, etc. It was like being tied up was totally normal. And for us, maybe it was.
It was the first time Betty has ever tied up anyone before, and it showed. She simply wrapped the ropes around her wrists and tied a simple knot, the same knot used for tying shoes. She repeated the same to her ankles and knees. It was amazing that she was involved (albeit indirectly) in our games for a long time but she didn’t pick up any tying skills. Maggie handled the gag, which to our surprise, she handled competently. She wadded a handkerchief, put it in Angela’s mouth, and tied another handkerchief between her teeth and behind her head. Her cleave gag was small, and would prove to be ineffective, but it was better than her last gag job, which was only a simple cleave gag with no packing and wasn’t tight enough to prevent speech.
I knew that Angela would escape in no time.
“Now, Angie, see if you can get out of that one!” Betty boasted.
Angela pulled her hands, and in just under a minute, was able to free her hands from the rope just by pulling and struggling.
I laughed while her two friends were flabbergasted. She untied the rest of herself.
She was barely untied however when she was jumped again by her two friends.
“No fair, I escaped!” Angela protested.
“Yes, but this time, we’ll make sure you’ll be tied up,” Maggie replied.
“Tom, can you do the tying for us?” my sister asked.
I laughed but agreed. “Sure thing. You think Angie would like that?”
“Just get off me and I’ll let him tie me,” Angie said as she was held on the floor by Betty and Maggie. “You could have just asked.”
“Would you say yes?” Maggie asked.
“No.”
“Thought so. That’s why we had to jump you!”
I obliged the girls by getting a long rope, folded it into two, fashioned a noose by threading the two loose ends through the noose at the other end, putting her hands on the noose, secured her wrists further by wrapping the rest of the rope around her wrists vertically and horizontally, and tightened the whole thing by cinching it in the middle. I tied a rope around Angela’s waist and secured it to her wrists to prevent her from putting her wrists in front. I then used the same technique I used on her wrists to tie her ankles and knees, only this time I tied the rope in one direction—horizontally—so she can still stand and hop.
Angela had been talking all the while with her two friends. That ended when I presented the gag to Angela. She pretended to resist me, but ultimately opened her mouth wide open to accept a wad of handkerchief. I then used a large bandana, knotted it in the middle, inserted it to secure the handkerchief in her mouth, and tied it tightly at the back of her head. I took another bandana, folded it in a wide band and tied it over her mouth, covering everything from her chin to nose, and tied it tight. I then sat her on the couch, and Betty and Maggie sat on either side of her.
“So how long do you plan to keep her that way?” I asked the two girls.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part I (ff/f), (m/f

Post by viking » Sun Dec 12, 2010 1:18 pm

sweet story so far, keep it up
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part I (ff/f), (m/f

Post by hafnermg » Sun Dec 12, 2010 4:50 pm

love i can't wait to see more. I also can't wait for when you get to when Betty gets hers at the rate she is going she is going to be secured to the point of past overkill!

### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part I (ff/f), (m/f

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:21 am

Good begining. I badly wait to read the rest. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part II (m+/fm+)), (m/f

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Dec 14, 2010 5:47 am

To viking, hafnermg, and sarumansauron, thanks for the kind words.
Fall 1966
Friday Afternoon Madness
Part II
A Change of Plans
(m+/fm+)
Before they could answer, Henry, who was looking out the window, shouted. “Frank and Donald! They’re coming! Should I call them?”
That information sent my mind turning. Here was an opportunity for revenge! As the house nearest to school, all of our friends have to pass by their house. We can get them one by one! Thanks to Betty and Maggie.
“Call them in!” I told Henry. “Tell them I’m here!”
Henry nodded and ran out the door. In the meantime, Betty and Maggie were teasing Angela. They poked her, tickled her a little, and talked to her, even if she cannot reply. She simply nodded, shook her head, gave the occasional grunt as she tried to join the conversation developing between my sister and cousin.
A few minutes later, the three, Frank, Donald, with Henry, arrived. They were having a lively discussion on who was greater, Batman or Spiderman. They suddenly stopped when they saw Angela tied up and gagged with Betty and Maggie fussing over her.
“Hello Donald. I’m so glad you’re going to give her company,” I said with a grin in my face. “Frank, thank you for delivering Donald!”
Donald slapped his head then laughed as Frank took hold of his arm. “Why am I not surprised?” my cousin said before raising his free arm in surrender.
“I can’t believe you, Tom!” Frank laughed as we led Donald to the couch.
“Maggie!! You’re involved in this? Ha, I should’ve known!” Donald said when he saw his little sister. “So this is all part of your plan to capture us all?”
“Hi to you too, big brother!” Maggie greeted. “No, Betty and I only wanted to get Angela. It’s Tom’s idea to get you too!”
I laughed as Frank took a piece of rope and pulled Donald’s hands behind him. He wrapped the rope vertically and horizontally before cinching it tight. He then ordered Donald to sit besides Angela on the couch. Normally, I wouldn’t condone having captives sit together—there’s too much risk of them untying each other—but we won’t be leaving them alone anytime soon. Maggie obliged by moving a little to her left on the couch to give room to her brother.
Frank was about to gag him when I decided not to. “Never mind Frank,” I said. “You can gag him when we captured the others.” I did it solely to annoy Angela, who was tightly gagged, and to have my revenge for the last game. After all, she was the mastermind!
A look of relief overcame Donald. “Thanks guys.”
“Should we then ungag Angela too?” asked Frank.
“Nah. She’s already gagged. It’d be too much work if we ungagged her now and regag her later.”
She began complaining as she tried to struggle. I could hear her grunts getting louder. Suddenly, she attempted to stand up. We just watched her as she successfully stood. She then hopped towards me. She looked at me with looks that could kill. Suddenly, and to my utter surprise, she jumped on me and let herself fall on me. I was caught off guard, and both of us went tumbling on the floor, my body breaking Angela’s fall.
I could hear Angela laugh behind her gag, and the others erupted in laugher. Frank, Henry, and the girls teased me, while Donald laughed. I blushed. Pushed down by a bound and gagged girl! How humiliating!
Angela was laughing on the floor. Well, if she wants to laugh, I’ll oblige her. I decided to tickle her right then and there.
Without warning, I launched my tickle attack. I attacked her at the ribs and under the armpit. Her giggles suddenly accelerated. However, before I could get into high gear, I was stopped by Frank.
“Aw, leave her alone. We’ll tickle her with the rest of them later,” Frank said, pulling me away. “Don’t get peeved because she pulled one on you.”
Betty and Maggie then helped Angela on the couch, and the two girls began telling her how she taught a bad kid such as me a lesson, and how I have been put into my place. Then something weird happened.
“You should be rewarded for that,” my sister announced. She then went through Angela’s tie-up bag and retrieved a long beautiful silky bandana. I can’t remember the exact design but it was flowery with golden threads. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yeah! Angela deserves nothing but the best,” Maggie giggled as she took it from Betty, and tied it around Angela’s head over the other gags already in place.
Angela complained, but her grunts were even more muffled than before. She looked dangerously at my sister and female cousin, rolled her eyes, and rested her head on the back of the couch. The two girls began discussing about beautiful bandanas and handkerchiefs and what should be used on Angela next time that she was gagged. Angela could only grunt, nod, or shake her head to contribute to this weird conversation.
Us boys simply laughed as we watched. Suddenly, we were interrupted by Henry.
“Look!” he said, and all of us boys, except for the bound Donald, went to the window to see what Henry was pointing out.
Chester, Jay, Andrew, and David were walking home together. Chester and Jay’s house was nearer to the school than ours, but Angela’s house was nearer so they had to pass by. It would be a simple matter to invite them over which Henry was more than glad to do.
***
Andrew laughed, David simply shook his head, while Chester and Jay stared, when they saw that Donald and Angela were bound, and in the case of Angela, gagged.
“Big brother, David, will you surrender, or will you fight? You’re outnumbered,” I said.
We simply could’ve jumped them. However, I decided to simply ask them to give up.
“Well, lil’ brother, I guess we’ll have to give up,” Andrew said after he stopped laughing. He raised his hands in surrender, and David did the same.
“Chet, Jay, will you bring the prisoners here, so we can tie them up?” They were still at the door.
David and Andrew obediently walked forward to where we were standing, and placed their bags and books on the table in front of the couch.
“Um, why is Angela gagged and Donald is not?” my brother asked.
“Well, Angela was the mastermind of your last win, so I think she deserves it!” I replied.
“Hear that, Angie,” David laughed. “Maybe next time, you should be less brilliant and Tom here will be kinder to you!”
“Both of you, hands behind you,” I ordered as Frank handed lengths of rope to Chester and Jay.
They complied as the twins began to tie their hands. It was the basic wrap and cinch method. It was tight and effective. I looked at their job and was satisfied. I requested that Betty and Maggie, who were still busy having a “conversation” with Angela, stand up for the two newly capture boys.
They did so reluctantly.
Andrew and David sat besides Donald and Angela. Chester and Jay then finished by tying their ankles.
Now its gag time. I decided to infuriate Angela by simply tying handkerchiefs over the mouth in what is commonly called a “detective style” gag.
She complained as I could tell by her louder than usual grunts. All the others looked at me wide eyed. Boy, I sure would get it when it’s my turn! But it was worth it.
At that point, Angela and Henry’s mother arrived and offered us snacks and drinks. She didn’t bat an eye on the fact that her daughter and some of her friends were bound and gagged.
“Oh! So you’re playing a tie-up game again? Well, make sure to untie them before dinner, and please reserve some of the food for your captives,” she said.
We mouthed our agreement. “Yes Mrs. Dale,” we all said.
“Are you okay, Angela?” she asked her daughter.
Angela, like the little trooper that she was, happily nodded her head.
“Well, have fun!” she said before she left us to our own devices.
“Let’s put them in Henry’s room and tickle them there before eating our snacks!”
The others immediately agreed, although Chester was already munching his sandwich.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part II posted

Post by viking » Tue Dec 14, 2010 6:44 am

hehe, you got pushed over by a girl who was even tied up now that's a burn
i'm just teasing great story bye the way
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part II posted

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Dec 14, 2010 6:53 am

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

### Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part III

Post by Tom Ford » Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:35 am

To Viking, yes, that incident was embarrassing. It was one of my clearest memories and one detail that I remembered without going back to my diary.
To sarumansauron, thanks.
Fall 1966
Friday Afternoon Madness
Part III
Tickle Torture
(m+/m+f), (m+f/m+), (f/m)
We untied the bindings on their lower limbs, and marched them to Henry’s room. We put Andrew on the floor to the left of Henry’s bed. I leashed him at the wrists to the bed frame using a short rope, before tying his ankles and knees. Chester was hogtied just besides my brother. Frank forced my cousin Donald to sit on the floor with his back leaning on the back frame of the bed, and leashed him to it by a short piece of rope at his wrists.
As for Angela, we placed her on Henry’s bed, over Henry’s protests. We first removed her shoes to make sure it won’t dirty the bed. I had her lie down, and leashed her ankles to the frame at the bottom of the bed. She looked at me with looks that could kill.
We then commenced the tickle offensive. It lasted five minutes with breaks. We assaulted them everywhere—stomach, armpits, ribs, etc., but our eagerness to devour our snacks lessened the intensity and time we tickled them. In the end, they laughed themselves silly, they were breathing hard, and were red in the face. Andrew, David, and Donald’s laughs were much louder due to the gag we gave them, while Angela’s laughter and screams were much more muffled. Henry, Maggie, and Betty, technically not participants in our tie up games, also joined in the tickling.
We left them for thirty minutes to give them a chance to escape while we went down and ate our snacks.
Betty lingered on a little too long in Henry’s room before coming down. It should have probably raised alarm bells in my head, given what had happened before, but I was too busy eating to really care.
After half an hour, we decided to untie them and proclaim our first win in this series. The fact that Betty and Maggie ran ahead of us to Henry’s room should have warned us, but at that time, it just seemed that they were eager. So we went in the room, and we were surprised when we saw them standing about, free!
Suddenly, the door closed, and I was bear hugged by my sister, and Frank was grabbed by my cousin Maggie.
Angela, Andrew, Donald and David surrounded us, and with Betty and Maggie holding me, we have no chance.
Andrew smiled. “Looks like another of your plans going bust. Well, do you surrender, or do you want to fight?”
We probably could have outwrestled the girls, but we knew that with Betty and Maggie switching sides, we had no chance. “We give up,” I said. “You’ll be sorry, Betty, Maggie!”
They just giggled.
“Hold them girls,” said Andrew, “We’ll take care of the twins here.”
Chester and Jay only sighed as Andrew and David proceeded to bind the twins.
In the meantime, Angela approached me with a smile on her face. It unnerved me.
“Well hello there little Tommy!” she condescendingly said. “Remember me? The one you gagged? The only one! The gagged girl! I’m so glad that I got the most attention that I have to do something to pay you back! I mean, I’d look like an ungrateful girl if I did nothing!”
I gulped nervously. “I suppose giving me a gift would suffice?”
“Nah! I’ve got something special just for you, Tommy boy!” she said in a sweet voice that sent shivers down my throat. “And you know what? Since I got such a nice treatment from you, you’ll be the only one to have my special gift!”
“Oh boy, you’re going to get it now!” Donald, who was watching Andrew and David bind the twins, laughed.
“It’s time for you to wear the ropes!” she proclaimed as she got out of the room, and a few seconds later, returned carrying her bag with the tie-up materials. “You can let go of Tom, Betty,” Angela asked.
“Oh, you better tie him up good,” my sister said as she released me from her grip.
I could’ve struggled out of her grip all this time, but what good would it do? We were basically outnumbered and surrounded!
Angela took a long piece of rope, and folded it. “Turn around,” she said.
I did and put my hands behind me. I felt rope being wound around my wrists, first a little bit loose, then I felt it tighten considerably, meaning she used the wrap and cinch method. I tested the bonds, and I knew right there and then that I could not get out without help. She also inserted, during one of the turns, the rope into one of my belt loops at back, so I couldn’t bring my hands unto my front. She finished by blindfolding me.
She then took me by the arm and began pulled me. We stopped, and I felt her grab my hands behind me.
“I’ll take Tom now,” she said to the others.
“Well, he’s all yours!” Andrew shouted. “Just don’t scar him for life!!”
“Thanks,” Angela said. “Move, Mister!” she barked
I complied as she guided me from behind.
Luckily, I was still wearing my shoes, so even if I felt I stepped on some toys, I wasn’t hurt. I was able to judge that I was taken out of Henry’s room.
“Um, where are you taking me?” I asked.
“My, my, Tom, seems you want to be gagged worse than what I’m planning for you,” she said.
I decided to shut up as I don’t want to further provoke Angela.
We stopped, and I was spun a couple of times. I completely lost all sense of direction because of that. Add to the fact that this wasn’t my house, and I was lost.
“Hey Tom,” I heard Betty say in front of me. “Angela is planning to put you in a dress,” she teased.
“Wow! That really is sick,” Henry replied. He was behind me.
“So you better come quiet, or else!” Angela threatened as she began pushing me.
We walked for a couple of seconds until I sensed that we were in a room. I heard a door close, and I was pushed to a bed. I then felt my ankles then my knees being tightly bound.
“
Why’d you put him in your room, Angela?” asked Henry.
“You idiot! He wasn’t supposed to know! Well, there goes the mystery,” I heard Angela said in a disappointed tone. She removed my blindfold.
We are indeed in Angela’s room. It was obvious that it was a girl’s room. There were lots of dolls in the various shelves, and a doll house by a table besides the wall. The walls were painted pink, and there some discarded dresses on the bed. What unnerved me, however, was a collection of socks, handkerchiefs, and a roll of duct tape by the bedside table.
Henry and Betty had accompanied us, while I didn’t see the others.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part III Updated!!!

Post by viking » Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:40 am

> Tom Ford wrote:To Viking, yes, that incident was embarrassing. It was one of my clearest memories and one detail that I remembered without going back to my diary.

i believe you at that part. i know exactly what it's like to be outsmarted by somebody you know aren't as strong as yourself.
and Betty appears to enjoy betraying you... she's deffinitly your sister. hope you got back at her, if you know what i mean.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness Part III Updated!!!

Post by sarumansauron » Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:56 am

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

### Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness - Part IV

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:28 am

To viking, I agree. Betty and the other younger ones at this point know that theyâ€™re immune from being tied up. I would get back at Betty, but itâ€™s another story, a couple of months after this story.
To sarumansauron, thanks for the kind comments.
Fall 1966
Friday Afternoon Madness
Part IV
Angela's Frustrated Torture
(f/m)
Angela took a roll of clean white socks. “Don’t worry, Henry’s sock is clean,” she said. “Open up!”
I did, but before she can put the sock in, Henry decided to get in on the act.
“Hey, that’s my sock!” he whined. “I should be the one to put it on him!”
“Well, sure,” Angela said handing the rolled sock to her younger brother.
“No! He’s my brother!” Betty replied. “I should be the one to gag him!”
“Na-ah! He’s mine! And you can’t make me! Besides, if I can’t do it, you can’t use this sock for gagging him!” Henry answered.
The two bickered until they were stopped by Angela. “Look, Henry can put the sock in Tommy’s mouth, and you Betty, can cover his mouth. I want you to use the same gag that you used on me before.”
I paled at hearing that.
“You mean the one where I wrapped duct tape around your head?” my sister asked.
“Yes! That one was really tight and wicked,” Angela replied. “Henry, do it!”
Her brother happily presented the sock for my mouth. I opened my mouth willingly and received the wad. It filled my mouth.
Betty was about to duct tape my head when Angela stopped her.
“Wait!” Angela said with a devilish grin on her face. She took a large bandana, put a knot on its center, pushed it between my teeth, and tied rather loosely at the back of my head. “There! Put the duct tape over that gag!”
“Wow! That would really shut him up,” my sister commented. She grabbed a large bandana and tied it over the back of my head, covering my hair and protecting it from the tape.
But that was the only gesture of mercy that I received from my younger sister. She wrapped the tape around my head six or seven times over my mouth. It was tight! After that, she took another bandana and tied it over my duct taped mouth, hiding the tape from outside view and it looked like an ineffective ordinary over the mouth gag. Finally, she pulled the bandana protecting my hair from the tape down over the tape at the back completely obscuring the view of the tape around my head.
I didn’t bother testing the gag, as I already knew it would effective. Now it would be tickle time!
“Henry, Betty, will you like to tickle him first?” she said.
“I’ll go first!” Betty said before tickling me. She tickled me while the other two laughed.
Her tickling was hellish. Having been tickled by me many many times before, she relished the chance for revenge. She attacked me with relish, and I responded in kind. I laughed hard. She kept at it for a minute, broken only by few seconds of lulls, then stopped.
Henry took his turn. His tickling was not as intense, as he doesn’t have anything to have his revenge on, but it was longer. He would tickle, stop, tickle in another spot, then stop. He kept at it for at least five minutes. But sustained tickling lasted no longer than a few moments.
Now it was Angela’s turn. She showed me a feather, and a pen with no ink. “See this, Tommy boy? You’re are going to get tickled like you’ve never been tickled before!”
“Nice knowing you, Tom,” Henry said in mock horror.
My eyes widened as I braced myself for the tickling. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
“Hey Angela, lets go! Leave them!” Andrew, who just entered the room, said.
“What? I haven’t tickled them yet!” Angela protested.
“No! What have you been doing to Tom if you’re not tickling him? Come on now! They deserve their thirty minutes! Hogtie him and leave him alone!” Andrew ordered.
“No Fair! Let me tickle him first!” Angela protested.
“It’s time to leave them alone! Secure him and let’s go!” Andrew firmly said. “And I’m saying do it now! You can tickle him next time we get them!”
My big brother left no doubt of what he wanted done. Andrew and Angela had a brief staring contest, and Angela blinked. She knew it was folly to defy my brother.
“I knew it was bad idea to let them tickle first,” she muttered as she hogtied me on the bed and put a blindfold on me. “You were lucky, Tom, but just you wait! Just you wait!”
It wasn’t an idle threat, but it wouldn’t happen now. I sighed (well, at least I tried) in relief as I heard footsteps go out and I heard the door close. I was alone.
I again tested my bonds, trying to find a weakness in the intricate ropework of my female nemesis, and found none. Every knot is out of my reach, and the ropes have no slack.
So I decided to think. I needed to solve the mystery of my brother’s escape. Actually, it wasn’t such a mystery at all. It was obvious. Betty and Maggie switched sides and untied them. Simple as that. Those two girls, and Henry and my younger brother Barney when he was inclined, can throw a monkey wrench into our most well laid plans! And they can get away with it because they are free from the fear of being bound. Maybe they’ll switch sides again? I can only hope.
I decided to close my eyes and try to doze off the time. Sadly, no one came to my rescue before the time limit. It was uncomfortable trying to get a nap while hogtied, and I didn’t succeed, but my efforts wasted time, and before I knew it, I heard the door open. Soon, my blindfold was removed. I saw Andrew and Betty staring at me, having wide grins in their faces.
“Poor Tom,” Betty said, shaking her head while giggling.
“You mean, lucky Tom,” Andrew laughed. “If it wasn’t for me, Angela would have done horrible things to you! The things she told me that she would do to you for gagging only her is really something!”
“Yeah. Only next time, she’ll do it!” Betty said.
I grunted furiously to indicate that I wanted to be free.
“Why Betty! I think he wants us to free him!” Andrew exclaimed.
“Why poor Tom! Tied up like that by mean boys!” Betty said in mock pity as she ruffled my hair and pinched my cheeks.
Andrew just shook his head and untied me. After that, we went to Henry’s room, where all of us kids were.
“Well, I don’t think I have say it because you already it, but, we won! Four to nothing!” Andrew said in an understated manner. “Hey cousin, you still feel bad having to switch sides?”
“No. No. I should’ve joined you earlier!” my cousin Donald said.
“Thanks for your loyalty,” I said. “You only won because of those two girls switched sides!” I pointed at Betty and Maggie.
“No! We didn’t!” they protested, but their giggling and the way they said it gave their secret away.
“So that’s how you got away!” Henry exclaimed.
“Next time, they we’ll put you away so that nobody but us can find you! And you will lose! Mark my words!” Frank said. “Then we’ll see who has the last laugh!”
“Words duly noted,” said David. “Be ready to eat crow when you lose again!”
“Yeah! Once losers, losers forever!” Angela boasted.
And so on and so forth. We ate what remained of the snacks after that, and we all went home.
The next game happened outside the house, on the woods at the back of our home.
What happened? Read the next part and find out.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness (Completed)

Post by viking » Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:52 am

excellent ending looking forward to know what happens next...
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Fall 1966 - Friday Afternoon Madness (Completed)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:48 am

Very good story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!