## Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Sun Aug 29, 2010 11:16 pm

First Introduction: Me
Hi there. I've been lurking around here for quite a while, so I thought I'd try my hand at writing. Apologies if you feel I've drawn too much inspiration from one of your own pieces. Nice to meet you all, hope you enjoy. MustBeDreaming
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Second Introduction:
The Brisbane 'Clan'
- Daryl: 16, extremely fit. Dark hair, "white" complexion, Headstrong and stubborn. Also values pride to dangerous degree. Unspoken leader of the Brisbane clan.
- James: 15, quite fit. Daryl's 'right hand man'. Extremely logical, and shrewd. But can hold his own in a 'war'.
- Brad: 16, about as fit as James. Less logical than James, but an expert at warfare between the clans.
Other members to be introduced.
The Spector 'Gang'
To be introduced.
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It was a relatively normal Friday for Daryl. Unfortunately for him, he finished an hour after everyone else on Fridays, due to his Monday English class being moved to after school on Friday. He knew that all of his "Brothers" would already be getting to business back at the Lodge, which was actually a very substantial Lodge, originally designed as a motel, that the boys inhabited for their clan 'activities', after Brad had moved houses. When Brad's family moved, the Lodge had lost all real estate value, so his parents decided to keep it. Eventually the Brisbane boys took over.
Daryl didn't want to miss any of the action, so he started heading towards the edge of the forest that bordered the town. After 45 minutes, Daryl reached the southeast corner of the forest. He knew that cutting through the forest to the southern edge would take him only 15 minutes, as this was the path he took every time he came from school to the Lodge (which was most weekends.)
About 5 minutes through the forest, James was looking down to find an album he wanted to listen to on his iPod. He didn't need to look at the path because he knew it so well.
That's when it hit him.
Not an idea, but the force of someone grappling him to the ground. As he fell, he hit his head and was dazed. He immediately felt two strong hands grip his own arms. Immediately after, he felt his attacker grab his shoulders and force him onto his knees. He hated being on his knees. He hated being in ANY submissive position. Daryl began to struggle until he felt a sharp pang in his chest. He looked up to see his worst suspicion, and felt a twinge of inevitable adversity.
Luke was Daryl's rival, despite being equal in almost every way. Luke was well built, and extremely tough minded. He was also the de facto leader of the Spector Gang, who were the recreational rivals of the Brisbane Clan. Daryl seethed at Luke as he comprehended the mess he'd gotten into.
"I believe you have something of ours?" Luke glared at Daryl.
Luke had made a slight distortion here. Daryl actually had someone of his. Most of the boys in the two clans went to the same school. And unfortunately for Cameron, one of the key members of the Spectors, James happened to fancy the girl that Cameron was dating.
So, naturally, James and Daryl had led a kidnap on Cameron, and the rest of the Brisbane boys were now holding him hostage.
Daryl didn't know just what was happening to Cameron, but he knew it wouldn't be pretty, and he was furious that he was missing out.
Luke quickly brought Daryl's thoughts back to the present, as he applied pressure on the long stick he was carrying.
"We know you've locked up the lodge nice and tight. So, until we get Cameron back, your boys are going to be minus one for a while."
Daryl opened his mouth to taunt Luke, but before he could get a word out:
"Steven, I'd rather have a quiet journey back to camp, if you don't mind silencing our guest?" Luke said, the words practically hissing off his tongue.
"You're not going to ge--............mmm." Daryl sighed as he realised he wasn't going to get to frustrate Luke for a while.
"Excellent. Now it's quite a walk from here to camp, so hurry it up."
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(Yes, I'm aware the TUG portion of it hasn't quite come in yet. But it well.)
Feedback will be appreciated.
MustBeDreaming

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Mon Aug 30, 2010 12:55 am

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It was quite an uneventful walk back to the Spector camp, so we may as well just skip ahead. Within half an hour, Daryl had been marched (and now effectively handcuffed with his hands behind his back, and gagged with a simple rag) to the campsite. While Daryl had seen it many times before, the campsite never failed to impress him. Unlike the Brisbane Lodge, the Spector camp consisted of no buildings. But MANY tents. All in varying sizes, all coloured blue. It was almost too coincidentally perfect in the contrast to the red design of the lodge.
All of the tents were scattered. Some serving as facilities for cooking. And in the center, there were two large tents, each compiled of 8 tents that had been cut and sewn together to form giant tents. One was used for all of their whole-gang gatherings, and another specifically for hosting their "guests".
As they heard the approach, a couple of heads popped out of the individual tents, and sneered as they saw Daryl being marched through. He tried to hold up his head with dignity, not letting anyone see the concern he was secretly feeling.
Daryl was unceremoniously pushed into the large tent on the left. He was surprised to see nothing but a wooden chair in the room. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought. The two boys quickly slid off his shoes and socks. They didn't want to damage the tent floor.
The two boys that had assisted Luke in Daryl's kidnapping (he knew them vaguely. He thought their names were Edward and Spencer. They were both his age, but less significant in group status than Daryl.) sat Daryl down on the chair. He didn't bother attempting to struggle. He was smart enough to know it would get him nowhere.
Luke left the room in silence. The two boys moved away from the chair to block the door (such as it was), in silence.
Silence.
Daryl was getting impatient. Luke returned with a fair few coils of rope hanging over his wrist. Daryl wasn't intimidated. He knew that their quarrel wasn't with him personally.
"Alright, Mr D. Here's the deal. You're going to call your good old friend James, and you're going to tell him we want Cameron sent back, as he was before he was kidnapped, and we want all of your clan to apologise to him personally. James will then promise to never approach Lucy again. When Cameron has returned, and confirmed that they all apologised, we will let you go. Is that clear?" - Luke drawled, sounding more like a lawyer with each syllable.
Daryl laughed at Luke. It was muffled, but the general idea was still easy to gather.
"Now, Daryl. You and I both know they're soon going to begin to panic. Just call your friends, and give them our demands."
Daryl shook his head, nice and slow, just to taunt Luke.
"Fine. I'll call him myself."
Luke forced his hand into Daryl's pocket, but Daryl smirked (in his mind). As Luke hammered the buttons, he realised that Daryl's phone had been turned off since school. As soon as his turned it on, the phone inevitably requested a PIN code.
"Are you going to tell me the PIN, and make this nice and easy for yourself?" Luke cocked his head to the side, the words rolling off his tongue.
Daryl just sat in silence. Luke squinted at Daryl, trying to discern whether or not he was starting to crack. Nothing.
Impatient, Luke clicked his fingers, fitting every cliche in the book, and the other two boys moved towards Daryl.
"I see we're going to have to force it out of you. Boys, kindly remove Daryl's gag..."
Daryl was grateful. He knew he'd be in a better position to negotiate now.
"And remove his shirt."
As soon as he felt the hands on his arms again, he began to struggle again. It was damn cold in this tent. He stood up from the chair and moved towards the walls of the tent. However, the boys pushed him against it, and somehow, the reinforced strength of the fabric made the wall completely taut, and no less stable than any standard wall. As he fell to the floor, he felt Spencer holding him down as his shirt was practically torn off by Edward. He began to kick wildly.
"And his pants, too, if he's going to behave that badly." Luke smirked.
At this, Daryl began to mmph some pretty harsh words at Luke, and never stopped kicking. Nonetheless, he was quickly pinned down by the two, and felt his jeans being skilfully unbuttoned, unzipped, slid off.
Daryl had never been self conscious about his body. He'd always had good reason to be proud of it. But it was nonetheless very emasculating to be lying on the floor of a tent, under the control of your enemies. And the fact that he was now only graced by the cover of his black boxer-briefs (He'd made the foolish mistake of picking the tightest pair, since they tended to be the most comfortable), did not make it any easier.
Of course, from there on, getting Daryl back onto the chair was much easier. He wasn't about to go running into the forest in his underwear.
Daryl's legs were quickly, and simply tied to those of the chair. His arms were tied to the chair, behind his back, seeing as the chair had no arms.
The boys removed the rag.
That's when Daryl lost it. A good few explitives were hurled at Luke, and some more at the two boys. Luke just stood and smiled condescendingly.
"Daryl, when will you learn? You've already lost your pants because you weren't being a good boy. Now, if I can't call James, I'm going to have to send someone from our crew over with a message for him, and he won't believe us unless we have a picture. So now I'm giving YOU the choice of how you're going to look in that picture. I mean, I know he's your best friend, but I think even you have some value for your dignity, yes?"
Daryl just glared. He hated Luke for this. But he knew that Cameron would probably be getting worse. And that kept him satisfied.
"Now: What is it going to take for you to tell me that PIN?"

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by tiedup101 » Mon Aug 30, 2010 5:28 am

Interrogation! Loving the story, please continue!
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### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:53 am

Good begining! More please! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:41 pm

I think XTC may want to know he has a rival for his own form of 'gang-warfare' TUG stories.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by xtc » Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:53 pm

Jason & Fratboy, please let me know if you received the copy of the story, there seems to have been a major cock-up.
Please may I post the story?
Wassail,
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Aug 30, 2010 3:07 pm

I never received any story or any other pm from you today; I have tried PMing you twice as well but sounds like those did not reach you. Please try my email address.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:34 pm

Jason's right.
It is kinda drawn from XTC's stuff more than anyone else's. Hope that's not a problem. Promise it'll get more unique as it goes on =P
Update to come, hopefully later tonight.
And thanks for all the great feedback! (Always open to suggestions)

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:51 pm

Nothing wrong whatsoever with using xtc's style, if that is what you find the most comfortable to write; as I think xtc himself would tell you. This story is great; you're doing fine as is and hope you keep going - though I wonder how it is that Daryl is so cocky in the face of his predicament. What does h know that we don't know? I hope we soon find out.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Tue Aug 31, 2010 12:18 am

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"Now: What is it going to take for you to tell me that PIN?"
"Try all you like, Cameron's gonna get what's coming to him. He should've thought about the consequences before he told Lucy that James had a disease" Daryl spat back at Luke.
"Maybe you should have thought about the consequences before you kidnapped Cameron, and then decided to walk alone. Not really the smartest idea, was it?" Luke grinned. "Besides, James plays around enough, I wouldn't be surprised if he did have one."
At this, Daryl said nothing. He knew that Luke did have a point. James was known to be exceptionally flirtatious. He could only sit, staring coldly at Luke. Had it been any of the other boys, Daryl was sure he'd have been less confrontational. He and Cameron tended to negotiate well, actually. But he hated Luke with a passion. And being under his control drove him crazy. He wasn't about to give up on James so easily. He knew James would be getting his own back on Cameron.
"Now, Daryl, I really don't want to have to force that code out of you." Luke whispered, sounding as though that was exactly what he wanted.
Daryl sneered. "Try me."
Luke smiled to himself. "Boys?"
Luke, Edward, and Spencer all removed long feathers from the jackets they were wearing. Without even gracing Daryl with a melodramatically ominous pause, they let loose. Luke went for the sides, aiming just between his naked ribs and the waistband of his boxer-briefs. This caused him to convulse, but only lightly. Shifting from side to side on the chair in an attempt to avoid the chair. This was of course, made useless by the fact that he was also being attacked in his thighs, which were slightly more sensitive, and the bottom of his feet. When Luke asked him if he would let up, he spat a simple "hell, no" at him. After Daryl's protests got to be too much, he started to make aggressive sounds, and tell them to....."leave him alone". (In a slightly less polite manner)
At this, Luke got irked again, and regagged Daryl with the simple rag.
The boys began to continue tickling Daryl for another 15 minutes (though it felt much longer), growing more intense. But he simply made muffled sounds of protest. Luke sighed.
"Fine. If you're going to be difficult, it's time you learned that war is painful."
Daryl waited as Luke walked out of the tent. He didn't even think about what was coming. He just waited.
And that's when Luke walked back in, with a bunch of reeds, bundled together on the end of stick. It was a crude whip. But it did not any less painful than a real one. With that, Luke quickly strode towards Daryl, and raised the reeds above his head to strike. He flexed his wrist, Daryl flinched and--
"Wait."
The voice was Spencer's. He was holding his own phone out in his palm.
"If James' number is saved in the phone, and not on the SIM card, can't we unlock the phone with another SIM and still get the number?" Spencer queried. Luke's eyes widened in joy, and Daryl's widened in alarm. He knew he kept a copy of his contacts in both his SIM card AND the phone's internal memory
"That depends. IS James' number saved in the phone?" Luke swiveled his head to Daryl. Daryl shook his head. But too fast. Much too fast.
"I want to believe you Daryl, but let's just check. Just in case". Luke popped the back of the phone right off, and deftly switched the SIM card with Spencer's. Spencer keyed in the pin, and, sure enough, when they checked the contacts saved in the phone, James was the first to be found in 'J'.
Luke pressed dial.
"Hello, James. It's Luke. Daryl is sitting here with us. He can't come to the phone, he's a little tied up at the moment."

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:23 am

Chapter 2: Meet Cameron & James
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3:55PM, Friday.
"Cammmmmeeeerooon, we're home!" James yelled gleefully as he opened the main door of the lodge. Closely followed by Chris, Dylan, and Alex. As Alex slammed the door behind them, the boys ran through the lodge.
The Lodge had an unusual design. It contained six large rooms, each hotel size. One ony slightly larger than the rest. However, all of these were on the second floor, as the bottom floor basically consisted of a large empty space. Chris had always likened the appearance to that of the Dojo in the first Matrix movie. He was a bit of a film buff.
The boys ran up the stairs (which ran along the wall of the dojo-like space), and along the indoor-balcony, to the end, where the largest room was. The boys slowed down, and James knocked slowly on the door.
He opened the door, making sure to make it squeak. He saw Cameron exactly as they had left him that morning. He was lying on the queen-size bed, with each of his limbs handcuffed to the wooden bedframe. The bed was large, and the handcuffs were relatively short, which left Cameron lying spread-eagle with his arms and legs spread wide. Justin, the boy they had left in charge of making sure Cameron was safe, (he called in sick that morning), was sitting in the armchair adjacent to the bed reading a book, with a bottle of itching powder sitting on the end table next to him.
Upon seeing this, James smirked. He had asked Justin to pour itching powder down Cameron's pants every so often, just for fun.
But Cameron was wearing no ordinary pants. He was wearing a pair of Latex bikini briefs that James had made himself, which were incredibly tight, ludicrously uncomfortable, and did not let out even an ounce of the itching powder.
He was writhing like crazy. Apparently Justin had just reapplied.
"Good afternoon, Cameron. How you feeling?" James smirked. This was possibly the best he'd felt in a long time. Cameron didn't respond, of course, as he had been gagged with a proper ball gag. (The Brisbane clan tended to have access to better materials)
James jumped up and the bed, moved closer to Cameron, stretched the waist of the Latex bikini (At this, Cameron's eyes widened in panic, thinking he was to lose what little dignity he had remaining) and snapped the waistband against his thigh. Cameron let out a sharp sound through the gag.
"You know, Cameron, after you told Lucy I had that transmitted disease, it went around the whole school you know. Everyone thought I was some kind of leper. I'm not sure if you guessed, but that never made me very happy, you know?"
Cameron blinked helplessly, unsure how he should respond.
"And I'm pretty fond of Lucy, too. And I know for a fact that if you hadn't said that, she definitely would have chosen me over you....But I don't blame you for what you did. Nonetheless, I think you need to realise just how humiliating it was, to have everyone going around talking like that." James simmered in his own vengeance, as he stared at Cameron lying helplessly.
James decided to relieve Cameron of the itching powder first. He'd suffered long enough.
He quickly ran downstairs and grabbed the ice-tray from the kitchen fridge. After running back up, he laughed as Cameron began struggling more frantically.
"Now, calm down. It may feel cold at first, but you'll be glad later." James haughtily gloated in his position of power. He lifted the front of the customised bikini, and emptied the entire tray down the front. Cameron instantly made a kind of hum-squeal, and thrashed about, but the contours of the bikini allowed nothing. Soon the ice began to melt, relieving the itching, but also cause the briefs to contract. Within minutes, there was very little of Cameron that the boys could leave to their imaginations.
He blushed furiously as he realised just how vulnerable his manhood had become.
James looked at his watch. 4:25. They weren't expecting Daryl for another ten minutes.
"Chris, can you grab my camera while I grab the rope? I'm gonna want to remember this."
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### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 31, 2010 6:08 am

Very very good. You and xtc both write excellently in this style format/ genere whateverthe right word is!
I kno this is fiction but seems real enough al the sme; is any of this based on actual personal experience?
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:00 am

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

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:22 pm

No, Jason, alas none is real. But Daryl is kinda based on a friend of mine, and let's just say I wouldn't mind being in Luke's position.
But no, aside from names, (about half of which just happen to be taken from people I know), it's pretty much all fiction.
But thanks, as always, for the kind feedback!
Update hopefully soon to come.
(By the way, for those wondering why my updates come at such strange times, I live in Australia. We're 17 hours ahead of New York.

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:47 pm

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James opened the standing wardrobe (closet) near the bed, and grabbed a good many coils of rope, and a key hanging from a coathanger. As he began unlocking the cuffs on Cameron's hands, he asked Justin to get off the chair he was on. As the handcuffs popped open, Cameron quickly tried to move from the bed, but James flung himself on him. With Cameron shifting under him, James quickly forced his arms behind his back, and crossed them as high up as they would go. Struggling to force them together with one hand, he used the other to deftly tie them together. Chris walked back in with the camera, took it out of its case, and turned it on.
With the help of Chris, Justin, and Spencer, uncuffing Cameron's legs and forcing him onto the chair was a piece of cake.
From there, they used the desk next to the bed, tying one end of each length of rope to a leg of the desk, and the other to each of Cameron's ankles. The desk was much too far from the chair, pulling extremely tight. This forced Cameron's legs to spread to an almost complete split, each hanging over the sides of the chair, leaving his Latex-clad crotch highly vulnerable. His arms rested on the back of the chair, as the tension on his legs was too strong. If he moved his arms, his legs would move forward, and he would most likely feel a burning pain in his thighs and calves.
As James stood up from tying the ropes, he slapped Cameron's thigh as Chris passed him the camera. Cameron moaned in aggravated pain. James took a few shots from different angles, before grabbing a permanent marker from the desk drawer. He took a moment, contemplating what to write, and where.
Instead however, he decided to use the marker to draw a bulls-eye on Cameron's chest.
For the next 15 minutes or so, all four boys enjoyed throwing wet toilet-paper balls and aiming for centre.
After getting bored with this, Chris announced
"If James can make the bulls-eye, we'll cut off the briefs and take pictures. And we'll send THOSE to Lucy!!"
Chris was kidding, but he still enjoyed watching Cameron's panicked attempt at moving the bulls-eye chaotically. (Made even more difficult by the strain on his bare legs.)
James laughed. "We wouldn't do that. We will send the ones we already took, however, to all your friends. Now you'll know what it's like to have the whole school talk about you."
At this point Cameron lost all sense of dignity, and attempted to beg through his gag. Of course, none of it was discernable, which made no difference anyway, since the usually rational James was pretty incensed.
As James plugged the camera into the computer (Cameron mmph-ing incessantly in the background), he noticed the time in the taskbar. James was now half an hour late. He wondered what had happened, but figured his freakishly gluttonous mate had just stopped to eat on the way.
He quickly opened his email, and highlighted the addresses of all the male friends he had at school who also knew Cameron.
He wrote a quick spiel to the recipients, not mentioning why, or how he had come accross the photo, but that he thought they might all enjoy a laugh.
And with that he attached 2 or 3 of the more vivid photos.
At that moment James' phone began to ring. He asked Chris to pass him his phone, and quickly answered it.
But not before pressing 'Send'.
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### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:09 am

Uh oh!
The fat's in the fire now!!!
Eagerly awaitng further installments.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:21 am

Sure is, Jason. You guessed it.
Writing next installment right now. Might be a little short though.

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:48 am

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"Hello?" James answered his phone casually. He didnt recognise the number, but figured since he had recently bought a new phone it was someone he hadnt added yet. To his surprise, he heard the voice of Luke over the phone.
"What do you mean? What have you done with him?"
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"Oh, we've been having some fun, all in good sport, you know the kind. Don't you, James?" Luke was clearly referring to what he suspected Cameron could be undergoing.
"In fact, we're enjoying his presence here quite a lot. I'm sure we could play with him all through the weekend."
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"We need him for our weekend, he has the keys to one of our fridges full of food. If you so much as touch him..." James tried to threaten, but he was concerned for the safety of his mate.
Luke slithered something over the phone.
In return James sucked up his courage: "I'll make you a deal."
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"A deal? Go on."
Daryl began to try to shriek through the gag, knowing his best friend would do something stupid out of loyalty. But he couldnt make a sound out.
"That sounds absolutely perfect....Well, I suppose that will be up to him. Yep, when you arrive. I give you my word. Ciao."
Luke smirked at Daryl, who hung is head in dismay. Luke removed the SIM card, replaced Daryl's, and went to exit the tent. To add injury to insult, however, he lightly tossed the phone back to Daryl, where it landed directly on his crotch, causing Daryl to quiver as he tried to recompose himself, suddenly aware of just how vulnerable he was in nothing but his trunks.
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### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Sep 03, 2010 7:16 am

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

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:55 pm

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James sighed. He was a little worried, but he knew he had to do it. He wasn't going to let his best friend take the hits for him. It was just wrong.
He turned to Cameron, and pursed his lips. After wetting them with his tongue, he knew he could no longer hold it back.
"Untie him."
The 3 boys looked at him like he was crazy. He didn't look at any of them, or Cameron. He just sit down in one the armchairs and rested his head on one of his hands. Had he looked at Cameron, James would've seen his light up with relief, and a hint of malice.
"But James, we just got him--" Chris began to sputter
"I know. We're sending him back. Free and all that." James sighed. He had basically resigned at this point.
"And I'm going with him."
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Daryl sat on the chair, impatiently waiting. It had been almost 35 minutes since Luke had walked out. He could feel the cold biting at his legs, and his naked chest. He attempted to warm himself by moving in his bonds, but could barely move as it was.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Luke and his two mindless followers walked back into the tent.
"Good news, Boxer Boy. You're free to go." Luke smirked, and threw Daryl his clothes in a bundle, before waltzing toward the chair, and slowly, tantalizingly, removing Daryl's bonds. Luke stepped back, and stood casually, waiting for Daryl to redress.
Daryl avoided Luke's gaze, seething, but Luke simply opened the tent door and gestured towards it, inviting Daryl to head through.
Daryl had a bad feeling as to why he was being released. As he walked into the clearing full of tents, he immediately looked toward the entrance he had been escorted through not two hours ago. And his stomach lurched.
Cameron was strutting, suddenly not quite so shy, through the clearing, head held high. The rest of the Spector boys had now emerged from their tents, and were jeering.
For behind Cameron, hands tied together in front of him, by a long rope pulled by Cameron himself, was James. Unlike Daryl, James had been too badly compromised to even attempt a dignified entrance, and merely hung his head.
Daryl recognised the Latex bikini-briefs as being the very ones he had helped make for Cameron the previous night. Only now, on the much wider hipped James, they looked quite embarassingly tight. Daryl felt a surge of guilt for his friend, who had stripped himself of his dignity, and relinquished his sweet revenge for his sake. His blood boiled as he heard the Spector boys laughing at James as he was led to the centre of the enclosure. He began sprinting out of the enclosure through the trees, unnoticed by James, and entirely allowed by Luke.
He had to get back to the lodge to plan.
Because now it was war.

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Chase Ricks » Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:14 pm

You want more ideas on how to get back at the Spector Clan? I have plenty but do not want to ruin any ideas of your own. Don't worry if you feel the need to hurry up your story parts. Some members like them long, some short and some enjoy just having the fun reading them at their own pace.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:45 pm

Do please just go with your own ideas, MustBeDreaming. You are doing perfectly fine as is and IMHO don't need any help from any of us!
Definitely want to see more of this story but please go at your own pace. Too many people quit writing because they feel rushed and they give up before they finish. I most definitey do not want to see that happen to this story. Don't let anyone hurry you along faster than you want to go.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Sat Sep 11, 2010 1:18 am

Thanks guys! Appreciate the offers and the support! Will definitely let you know if I get stuck.
And thanks especially to Jason, you've been especially encourangemental.
Been quite a crazy week with school, and another coming up, but then it's Australian school holidays, so you can expect that I may even be finished within the next 4 weeks. (That's right, there will have to be an end, EVENTUALLY. But don't worry, it's not for a while yet.)

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 11, 2010 6:32 am

> MustBeDreaming wrote:That's right, there will have to be an end, EVENTUALLY. But don't worry, it's not for a while yet.)

Good, as long as there's plenty of story in between now and then; this one is too interesting to see it end *too* soon!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:16 am

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

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Sun Sep 19, 2010 11:10 pm

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James walked along, following closely behind Cameron, his heart sinking with despair as the Spector boys called at him. As he reached the centre of the clearing, Cameron yanked on the rope, causing James to fall heavily to the ground, unable to pull himself back up. Luke walked over to Cameron, giving him a whole-hearted welcome, to which the rest of the Spectors to applaud.
"And I see you've brought back your revenge" Luke laughed, at which point simultaneous cheers roared through the woods.
Luke asked Cameron how he wanted to exact his comeuppance, and who he wanted present. Cameron said Luke was welcome to join, but he otherwise wanted to enjoy his revenge alone...for now.
"All right boys, that's enough for now. We'll call you when things cook up." Luke pronounced to the clearing, at which point the rest of the gang returned to their business.
And then Luke looked down at James, and laughed.
"To the oaks?" Luke smirked. Cameron nodded maliciously. With that, Luke grabbed the rope and started dragging James unceremoniously through the grass. James couldn't help but make the occasional groan as he bumped over uneven ground. He could feel his ridiculously tight latex bikini chafing him, but at the same time was horribly aware of the fact that the back of the underwear was begin to slide down as he was pulled along the ground.
Cameron and Luke simply ignored him and carried on with their own conversations, most of which were devious planning, of course. As they began to slow down, about 5 minutes later, James became aware that they were now a LONG way from the camp, and that there were three large oak trees, forming a triangle, right in front of him. And what he saw scared the life out of him. For in each of the oaks, were long steel pipes, driven deeply into the trunk of the tree. And hanging from each pipe, were long strands of chain.
James began to make muffled sounds of protest, having long before been gagged by Cameron using the same rag they had gagged him with. Cameron glared at him with a steely looked, and hauled him to his feet. James continued to protest, but didn't dare to physically struggle. Within seconds, James was hanging from the top pipe, his arms outstretched together above him, and his legs each tied to pipes opposite each other. He had essentially made an upside-down Y with his body. To his horror, he realised that the area surrounding these oaks had been equipped with all kinds of equipment, as Luke fetched a hose, and sprayed James from head to toe with ice-cold water. He blinked furiously, trying to get the water out of his eyes, whilst thrashing his body and tossing his hair.
Luke stepped back, satisfied, and waited for Cameron's cue. While he usually took charge in these sorts of situations, he felt that Cameron deserved to have his revenge exactly as he wanted it. With that, Cameron stepped forward, infuriatingly slow, and reached for the waist of James' bikini.
He grapped the waistband, and started to pull downwards. James let out a pleading cry from the gag, at which point Luke intervened.
"Woah, woah, man. Don't you think you should leave him some dignity?"
Cameron swivelled round to face Luke, and raised an eyebrow.
"You think so? Checked your email lately?" Cameron's tone could easily be sensed, and Luke quickly rummaged through his pocket, and accessed his email.
He opened the one he saw from James, and waited for it to load. As it did, he gave a little giggle. But then he saw the "To:" section and gasped.
"You sent this to every guy in our grade!" He pointed at James.
James' eyes widened with alarm, and he tried to come up with some kind of excuse. But even if he hadn't been gagged, his result would have been no more than a stammer.
Cameron continued to look at Luke, eyebrow raised in questioning. Luke's face twitched with malice, and he nodded. James began to flail aimlessly in his bonds, but Cameron could not be stopped, as he marched towards the tree, this time with knife in hand,
and tore right through the latex.

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Sun Sep 19, 2010 11:11 pm

Hello all. As you can see, the next installment is up.
I just wanted to ask. I know from the beginning I set the Brisbane boys as the protagonists, but I'm curious as to who YOU guys would like to see win, when full-blown war breaks out.
Just out of curiosity.
Hope you enjoy!

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by xtc » Mon Sep 20, 2010 2:17 am

Can't they take turns in different stories?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by MustBeDreaming » Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:22 am

.......Good point.

### Re: Now It's War [All M's / All M's]

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Sep 20, 2010 6:08 am

Hard to see who are the good guys here. Just like in real life.
I'm with xtc. You win some; you lose some; just like in real life. Show each winning battles - but never the war, which just goes on and on... as long as there are stories about it to write!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...