Chapter 2: Drawn and Quartered
This was probably one of my favorite tug experiences as a child when I was still six and ready to embark on an impressive stream of friendship with my peers after the bullies had been caught and severly disciplined by their parents. The other kids felt sympathy for me and became my friends after the horrific incident.
About half a month after the incident, I was tied up again, but in a friendly way. One of my favorite activities to play as a kid was a castle game involving tied up experiences. We formed teams of 2 and it was boys vs girls in battle of the sexes, and it was a tradition for my friends in the small town. The object was to capture a flag in the other side of the enemy grounds and return it to the castle. There was 3 flags in total, but there was a catch. The other team was allowed to capture opposing members by tagging them on their shoulder. If someone is tagged, they must submit to be tied up and tortured by the other members if applicable.
So it was a battle of the sexes, and it was brewing in the distance when one of the girls, Kelly, aged 11 was involved in the game. We played the game normally, and my team consisted of 11 year old Tyler, 10 year old Ryan, 8 year old Brett, and 7 year old Benjamin, and me who was 6. The other team was composed of 11 year old Kelly, 11 year old Sabrina, 10 year old Stephanie, 10 year old Natalie, and 9 year old Ashley.
We got off to a rocky start because Tyler, our leader of the group, was captured by the opposing team member Sabrina from the start of the game. He was bound by his hands and suffered severe tickle torture of his bare feet. I could hear him struggling to escape from the ordeal, but the girls got him good since he was really ticklish on his feet. However, we made a surprising comback by taking down their leader Kelly, and we hogtied her and put itching powder on the soles of her feet and added some tickling as well.
With the sides now equalized, the stage was set for me to grab the flag. I darted past my safety line, and ran into enemy territory and saw the flag poached at the distance, and I saw one defender guarding it, so I sprinted around a tree and notice she had left her post, so I ran over to get the flag, but as soon as my hand grabbed it, I was surrounded by all the girls. This was apparently a trap since I realized that the flag was fake and I had fallen for it.
They grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me to their base which was an old farm house situated on a hill. They placed me inside the farm house, and started to tie me up. Based on the rules, I could only sit quietly as they bound my wrists with coils of rope, and then watched as they tied my ankles together. They also connected my ankle tie to a low railing of a wagon, and started torturing me. They commented on how my feet was so small, and started tickling the soles of my feet, especially in between the toes. I never knew how devious girls was at tickling but their nails scratched the surface of my soles, and I just started
It was hard for me to resist the tickling since a young child is prone to excessive laughter. They dug their fingers under my arms as well, and it was the first time that I was tickled in my armpits, and I immedietly giggled hard. They found a weaker spot in my tummy, and got me laughing like a freaking hyena. The tickling was too much for me and I almost wet myself in the process of it, but they stopped when the game ended.
The girls won the battle that day because by default, they captured all the boys remaining, and automatically made them winners since all our defenders was gone and it was an easy method for them to take our flags. I never forget the game and the tickling I had to endure.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.