The old mill

Postby silentguy » Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:41 am

Summers of childhood seem both to be endless and never to change from one year to the other, bringing back the same games, views, colours and perfumes. However, my fourteenth summer put an end to this without any warning by giving me new sensations and enlarging the field of some of the games I was used to playing with friends and cousins.

I, Alan, was in my early fourteen at this time, a lean boy with short brown hair and a light tan due to the time spent outdoor, riding my bicycle, fishing, playing in the river or walking in the countryside with brothers, sisters and cousins. My best partner at the time was my cousin Elisabeth, a girl slightly younger than me with mid long dark hair and a skin which didn’t need sun to get a tan of star. We went along well and used a lot of our time to explore the countryside, always looking for new things and adventure.
This summer she had invited a friend of her who was supposed to stay for about two weeks. This girl, Jane, was some piece of strong determined character, a bit taller and maybe larger than me. I crossed her once some years later and even if I had grown up, I still stayed impressed by her physical stamina.

Her coming didn’t change much in our habits and after a few days, she knew most of our usual spots. This is why one afternoon, as a change, we decided for a ride along the valley to show her the old water mill which was one of my favourite places, being in a wild place where very few people used to come. An ideal field for all kind of adventures those past years. It was my first time there this summer.
On arriving I saw that nothing had changed. We parked the bicycles along the wall and made Jane a visit around the old house along which ran the river, telling her about our games of cops and robbers or pirates. Inside, the rooms seemed to have remained untouched, half darkened by the narrow windows and smelling both dust and humidity. We went upstairs by the old dark and narrow staircase which led to a corridor opening on two rooms, one called bedroom due to the presence of an old metal bed with an aging dusty mattress, the other the office with its half destroyed chairs and a short table of thick wood. The end of the corridor led to a two level attic.

“Hey look! There are our weapons!” I had just discovered the toy guns we had made with pieces of wood. “ We played some so real cops and robber games with them”.

“Yes, but it was last year” answered Elisabeth with a look of both confusion and annoyance. “So what?” I asked. “Now we are grown up” she said with dignity in a tone which let no place for discussion. Jane’s reaction cut her effects.

“Cool” she said “we could play another game”.

Re: The old mill

Postby xtc » Mon Dec 20, 2010 2:28 am

Sorry, I missed this one yesterday. Maybe it had first post disease!
Welcome and good start. When do you think you will be able to contimue?

Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The old mill

Postby canuck100 » Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:22 am

Based on your first contribution, we can tell that you are a very talented writer. Welcome aboard!

Re: The old mill

Postby silentguy » Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:28 am

Part 2

“Yea, good idea” I answered. I have always loved that kind of games, and not only for the fun but also because it usually involved a good deal of tie up.

The game was quickly organized, even if Elisabeth didn’t seem that enthusiastic. It was decided, not really by me, that I was a fugitive hidden in the mill. The girls were the cops looking for me. They would search the house and once they’d be inside, I had a right to try either to escape or to capture them. Sounded easy, but this old shack allowed for many options for entrance, which means I might not know where they would come from, along with the fact that they might divide themselves to trap me.

“Ok, ok” I said “and once I get captured, what will you do?”
“Easy enough, we secure you so that you don’t escape.” With that I was left alone with a fifteen minute delay to hide. I wasted no time I found one of the best spots at the basement, ruining my T shirt in the process.

Waiting is a pain, I hate that. Every sound seems suspect and you just want to do only wrong thing, move out. Suddenly I heard muffled footsteps and whispers –girls can’t help talking, whatever the circumstances. Passing close to me, I really thought they would just find the spot, holding my breath when they looked inside the closet. They finally walked away to the staircase.

As soon as I heard them climbing, I silently moved out. Maybe I had an opportunity to get them together. The door leading to the staircase was half opened, and I swiftly started to climb when I heard my cousin’s voice behind me:

“Freeze!” I glanced behind me to see her half hidden pointing her weapon on me. “Gotcha” she concluded with a renewed style, nothing to do with her previous reluctance. And Jane appeared upstairs. I was done.
“Drop that gun and put your hands up” ordered Jane. I just obeyed, with that weird feeling of being so vulnerable for a boy, with the hands raised in front of two determined girls. They led me downstairs.

“We must search him” said Jane “put your hands against the wall!”. As soon as I did so, she started kicking my feet, stretching my legs apart so that I was nearly losing my balance. I had to put all my weight on my hands on the wall, not to slip down. I couldn’t do anything.

Suddenly I felt a hand digging in my pockets (I was wearing a jeans short), first the back ones then the front. My god, it was the first time I had girls hands there! I was so surprised that I kept it shut, concentrating on those inquisitive hands which swiftly brushed along my privates.
The reaction was immediate...Jane went on with palpations all along my body, starting with shoulders, going down without forgetting any part...except the vital ones, thanks God ! It was the first time I felt a girl touching me this way! I was so aroused that I didn’t say anything, following these hands on my chest, my taunted belly, my hips and tights, well everywhere in a moment that seemed endless.

Jane suddenly pulled me back. “Nothing, let’s tie his hands”. She held my arms while Elisabeth put several loops of rope around my crossed wrists, knotting it all harshly.
“Ouch, that hurts!” I complained.
“Shut up” answered Jane “that won’t last anyway, we are moving”. They pushed me forward. “Let’s go to the bedroom”.

Re: The old mill

Postby hafnermg » Mon Dec 20, 2010 3:23 pm

i definately like where this is going i can't wait for more!

Re: The old mill

Postby milagros317 » Mon Dec 20, 2010 5:18 pm

Fine beginning. Please continue. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: The old mill

Postby boundboy » Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:59 am

nice plz conitnue
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags

-boundboy

Re: The old mill

Postby silentguy » Sun Dec 26, 2010 3:03 pm

Part 3

The bedroom was this room on the first floor with an old metal bed in a corner. The girls pushed me on it then turned me up in a sitting position.

“Let’s tie his feet” said Jane. And they immediately started to tie them to the metal bedposts.

“Hey, why are you doing that?” I asked. I knew they were supposed to “secure” me but I hadn’t thought of that.

“Just keep it shut” answered Jane. Which I did, letting them finish their work. The rope which they used was for straw or hay. This meant it wasn’t a smooth cotton or silk material, but good old rope which was both easy to use and scratching.

“Keep it easy now; we will untie your hands. Don’t make any stupid movement”. I might have tried, but with my feet tied apart and two girls over me, it would have been useless. Besides, I started to feel I loved this situation, even if I couldn’t define it. However, as soon as my wrists were free, I tried to resist. Jane immediately pushed me back and straddled me.

“You idiot! You cannot even resist! Tie his hands to the bed!” she ordered to Elisabeth, while she pinned my arms, her face overlooking me. One after the other, I felt my arms being pulled over my head and my hands tied to the metal bars. I tried to move but my wrists had been bound with several loops and there was no way I could move them, not to speak about the weight of Jane on me until she suddenly got up. With my legs spread apart and my arms stretched over me, I was lying in a strict spread eagle.

Both girls were watching me, which made me feel helpless, unable to move and hide any part of my body, my torso outstretched, my T shirt barely hiding my navel and my shorts surely showing he renewed bulge I wished I could dissimulate. I had two girls’ faces I watched from downside up, which made them terribly dominant. Jane was looking at my body shamelessly, taking her time on my middle part it seemed, to my greatest confusion, and seemingly on the narrow part of skin which my T shirt let show.

“Let’s have fun” suggested Jane “let’s take off his shoes”. My shoes were suddenly ripped off, then fingers pulled my socks down and I felt air on my bare feet. “Hey stop that!” I tried to resist but that just led to some useless movements on the bed.

“Whaaat?” “Are you sure you are in a position to discuss?” Jane seemed to be in the game, a game I wasn’t sure it was the one I had chosen to play. “Don’t you think he is cute, tied this way?” she asked my cousin who was keeping her eyes on my body, to my true annoyance. Elisabeth and me were close enough to share many secrets, but not that kind of weird situation where I couldn’t control feelings she had not seen before. However, the immediate problem for me was one secret I wish she wouldn’t share.

“You know he is ticklish?” with that she started tickling my feet with her nails. I soon was unable to resist and started to scream and laugh altogether, while bouncing on the bed uselessly, with my limbs strictly bound.

“Stooop! Please! Stop that!!!” Jane immediately gagged me with one hand which surprised me and pressed my belly with the other. “Go on! Tickle him!” I went on screaming and laughing. I wasn’t that ticklish on feet, but being unable to avoid my cousins’ fingers made me more sensitive. The feeling of Jane’s hand on my mouth aroused me some more. While my cousin concentrated on my feet, she was just watching me, then my body and this rigid middle part which pointed up under my shorts.

Elisabeth stopped after what seemed to be hours of torture. I breathed heavily under the hand gag. Jane removed her hands and suddenly asked:
“Well, and what is this shirt hiding?” With that she slowly pulled my T shirt over my shoulders, blinding me in the process. I then just felt my bare torso, my armpits, my taunted sensitive belly offered to their pitiless looks and fingers. It was altogether frightening, humiliating and wonderful. I had the feeling to be a simple toy for their worst wills and moreover giving them the spectacle of my shameful feelings.

“You go on tickling his feet; I’ll take care of his belly!” And all of a sudden, twenty fingers started again on the sole of my feet, my rib cage, my belly, digging in my armpits while I screamed again for mercy. My weakest spots were my belly and ribs, which Jane learnt quickly. Even with my wrists and ankles tied, I twisted like a worm under the attack of a blackbird. The difference being I was the one singing.

I couldn’t see nor guess where they would tickle me. This prevented me from anticipating their attacks. I howled under those fingers moving deep between my ribs or under my navel.

Like in any fairy tale, a bell ringing far away put an end to the witches’ ballet.”Hey, it’s time to go back home, we’ll be late”. The girls were expected to be back for some guests. I suddenly recovered my view while they untied my feet and hands.

“Wow, how ticklish you are, I didn’t remember that” said Elisabeth. “I was never tied up and tickled this way” I answered. “Did you like it?” asked Jane. I just said it was funny and horrible, blushing under her eyes. I still felt my skin feverish from all those contacts by so many fingers.

We drove back home and I thought it was over for the game. I had never been so wrong.

Re: The old mill

Postby xtc » Sun Dec 26, 2010 4:21 pm

A very neat, well described story, thank you.
If this is the end of your current opus, I hope you will honour us further with other tales.

Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: The old mill

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:53 am

xtc wrote:A very neat, well described story, thank you.
If this is the end of your current opus, I hope you will honour us further with other tales.

Wassail!
Xtc


I agree! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: The old mill

Postby luckydog3 » Mon Dec 27, 2010 6:59 pm

Very cool story. I am looking forward to more!!

Re: The old mill

Postby silentguy » Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:21 pm

Sorry for the delay, here's the next part, wtih no immediate TUG in it. Should come soon.

"We drove back home and I thought it was over for the game. I had never been so wrong."

Part 4

Two days later, my cousin had to go downtown for some medical reason, doctor or dentist. My aunt decided to use this time to do some shopping which would use the afternoon. Jane said she didn’t like shopping much and was left behind. As soon as we saw the car disappear, she told me: “how about some bicycle?” and off we went guess where? To the old mill.

“Let’s play another game like the last one” suggested Jane. “Ok” I said “and what do we do?” “Well, we change this time, I’ll be hiding inside and you are the one looking for me.” The idea was that we shared a mutual secret and half of a microfilm. Finding a microfilm was easy enough, some peice of paper was cut and each one got half of it. We were supposed to get back the missing half by capturing and searching the other guy. That sounded good. I might have an opportunity to search Jane the way she had done to me.

A few minutes later, I was crawling inside the mill, as silent as possible, hoping to surprise the girl. Bad bet. Don’t know how but she got me while I was climbing the stairs to the first floor.
“Hands up!” I heard, like in a too well known play. I obeyed and Jane walked me to the bedroom, where she proceeded to the same search technique as two days earlier. With my hands on the wall, my feet were forced back and I stood nearly on tiptoes. This time she really forced it by kicking my feet back and I really rested on the tip of my fingers and feet. She started to search my pockets, then frisking me rapidly. That already felt good.

“Ok man” she said “tell me where is this microfilm or I‘ll have to look for it the hard way”. “Don’t know what you are talking about” I muttered, waiting for what I hoped would come. “Stop that” she barked “you have the choice, either you give it to me or will search you entirely and get it by force”. “I have nothing of what you are talking” I answered, feeling myself building up in expectation of the following moves.

“I have warned you” was the answer. With that, she suddenly slid her hands under my t shirt, moving all over my torso. Nothing except my heart pounding like hell. She did the same under my shorts to the lower limit of my briefs. Then she unbuckled my belt then started to open my shorts (jean shorts, remember). “Hey stop that!” I shouted. “Shut up!” she answered “I’ve warned you!”. I felt her fingers pulling down yhe zip then the shorts which went down to my knees. What kind of game was it?

Re: The old mill

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:47 am

Good chapter 4! I badly can wait to read and next part. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: The old mill

Postby silentguy » Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:11 am

She pulled down the shorts and told me to let them go, then same with the T-shirt over my head. I was there in my briefs and socks, which made me feel uncomfortable. “Put your hands in your back”. I crossed my wrists and she tied them, then pushed me on the bed and tied my feet. She pulled them up and tied them to my hands without any slack in a strict hogtie. “This will give me time to get things organized” with that she let me alone for a few minutes. I started to struggle against my bounds, but I couldn’t move much without falling from the bed and the knots proved efficient.

“So trying to get free already? Bad move”. She grabbed me and I suddenly felt my socks being pulled off, then she started to tickle my bare feet. I immediately tried to struggle but no chance, I was stuck down on the bed I could just laugh and howl while she worked on my exposed feet.”Pleeaase stop!!!” I shouted. “At any cost?” she asked? “What do you mean?” I answered. She immediately resumed the tickling “questions are for me” she said. “Ok ok at any cost!!!” “You say it?” “Yes, yes! But stop that”. “Ok”.

She untied my feet from my hands and led me hopping like a rabbit to the attics. This place was at the same level but was just a large empty room with no real isolation from the roof. In summer the place was dry hot. The middle of it was divided by two large beams, a horizontal one which crossed the room at shoulder level (for me), and a vertical one, coming from the top of the roof to the middle of the other one.

Jane pushed me to this point still hopping. “Now then I promised you I had to search you” she said. “You are still hiding this microfilm. You have one spot to be checked” showing my briefs. “No way!!!” “Then I’ll let you there with your briefs down anyway and go back home with your clothes, I’m afraid”. Silence. “What will you do then? I don’t want to be naked”. “You won’t”.

With that she untied my hands and pushed me against the beam. She tied my right wrist with a rope and threw it over the beam after raising my arm, then she did the same with the other one. She went behind the beam and suddenly I felt my arms pulled back firmly. “Ouch!” That changed nothing and my arms were stretched up and back so that I had to stand on my tiptoes. I tried to pull my arms but I was really tied efficiently. It was useless.

She came back in front of me with a piece of clothe, not a large one, and an old thick rope. She tied the rope around my waist and passed the piece of clothe in it, brushing my briefs in the process. She then put two fingers in the elastic of my briefs, and eyes to eyes and smiling sheepishly, pulled them down slowly.

Re: The old mill

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Feb 18, 2011 12:03 pm

Good continuation! I badly can wait stops to read the next part. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: The old mill

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Mar 28, 2011 9:25 am

Please continue to write the story. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!