Thank you for the kind comments everyone.
To Stevemcnish: regarding your comments about speedos and cuffs... funny you should ask

as you'll soon see.
PART 6
“Say, how long have you been kept tied up without a break, anyway?†Ron suddenly asked me. “Your wrists are starting to look kind of red. Do they feel all right?â€
Up to now I hadn’t noticed any problems with circulation, but waggled my fingers and tried to move my feet just to make sure. My fingers seemed maybe a bit numb, but only a bit. The ties were very secure but not so tight as to cut my circulation very much; I still felt quite comfortable overall and said so.
“I still wanna know how long you’ve been tied like this,†insisted Ron. “We’ve been here three hours, and you should have a break after four at most.â€
“It’s been about five by now,†said Brian, taking a quick look at his wrist. "He got staked out two hours before you two... finally... showed up."
“That’s too long,†said Ron. “It’s break time.â€
“David said nothing about breaks,†said Michael.
“He probably figured he didn't have to. He probably thought you knew enough by now NOT to keep someone tied more than four hours at a time no matter how comfortable he says he feels!†replied Ron in a scolding kind of voice. “You know the rules. No more than four hours at a time without a break. We always insisted that this applied to you. Applies to Jason too, even if he IS a newbie.â€
I recalled that Ike and his friends had similar safety rules concerning me, only in their case it was closer to two hours rather than four. However, I was having so much fun and felt so comfortable that time-limits hadn’t occurred to me at all in this case. In fact, I actually began to protest as Ron and the others began to untie me.
“It’s not like it’s for all day,†said Ron as he untied my wrists. “I like your enthusiasm. Mikey and Bri usually cry and wanna be let go after only one measly hour, let alone four.†I could see the two younger boys (who were untying my feet) bristle a bit at this, but they said nothing. “Anyway, we have a hard and fast rule: break-time at any sign of swollen hands or feet or after four hours – whichever comes first. No more ties that day for the victim if the first happens; minimum 15-minute break if the second with a re-tie IF the victim volunteers for it. No drafting of victims more than once a day.â€
It sounded like these kids were as responsible about each other’s safety as my brother and his friends were about mine… except about that part about limiting drafts to once a day. In my case, breaks of about 5 to 10 minutes were often followed by another re-tie whether I liked it or not. I can recall many days where I was tied up by Ike and/or his friends for twelve hours at a time or longer in a day altogether (particularly during sleep-overs)… though I minded less as I got older and didn’t mind at all by the time I was 10. By the time I was 12 I usually wanted to be kept tied longer than my captors did, but because leaving me left tied while unsupervised was verboten almost from the first, I didn’t often get my way! An early incident where an older kid found me tied to a tree badly sunburned and covered with bug bites made my brother insistent on supervision (he’d had a lot of heavy explaining to do and never wanted to repeat THAT experience), and I was never left unattended since.
Ron and Al finished untying my wrists and checked them over after helping me to sit up (I was a bit wobbly from the long tie-up and the two other boys hadn’t finished my ankles yet so I appreciated the help). My wrists seemed fine to me but both Ron and Al insisted rubbing them to restore the circulation anyway. Well, I had no objection to that of course so I let them. Sure enough, I definitely felt better when they were finished. Brian and Michael hadn’t bothered doing the same for my ankles and was about to rub them myself, but Ron and Al jumped in to take care of them too.
“We’ve had a lot of practice doing this,†Ron told me.
“It helps that our moms own a massage parlor,†added Al. “We give them THEIR massages.â€
Lucky moms! I decided to risk asking them for a back and shoulder rub.
“Okay!†they replied with no hesitation whatsoever. “We were going to anyway to make sure you don’t get cramps. That happened a lot until we started doing this.†And so they rolled me over onto my stomach and removed my glasses so they wouldn’t be damaged as I lay my head down on the grass. Then Ron sat on my back and gave me a shoulder rub while Al sat on my tush, facing my feet, and gave me a leg rub. Ever seen a dog that was being petted by two or three kids at once? That’s how good I felt!
“We don’t sit on our moms of course,†Al told me. “But we do get better leverage this way, and I think we do a better job this way too.â€
Who was I to argue? I felt wonderful!
“This would be easier and more effective if you weren’t wearing these pants though,†Al continued. “If you’ve got shorts on underneath, and don’t mind undoing your pants, this will work a lot better.â€
“Uh… I’m wearing briefs,†I told him. “But they’re dark.â€
“Makes no difference to me if you’ve got no undies at all if you don’t care,†Al replied with a chortling kind of laugh.
I thought about it – for maybe a second – and then said okay. Ron took his weight off me so that I could rise up enough to undo my pants and pull them down. I could push only so far without getting up onto my knees but Al said that was sufficient. Meanwhile, Ron turned around facing Al, sat down on my shoulders, and gave me a back rub while Al seated himself on my butt and massaged my legs some more.
I felt so blissful that I actually started to doze off when I felt Al’s weight disappear. Then I suddenly felt someone’s hand give my butt several hard smacks! I tried to get up in surprise, but Ron’s weight still held me off. “Take it easy,†he told me. “I’m just giving you a butt rub, okay?â€
A butt rub?! I’d never heard of a freaking butt rub before! But as he proceeded, I suddenly realized that my butt WAS rather sore from lying on it for several hours – especially with the weight of up to four other boys pressing it into the hard ground! It felt just like a shoulder rub – just lower down – and it felt pretty good too.
“Ready for more play time?†Ron asked me, still straddling my shoulders. I turned to look at him, but all I could see of him at the moment were the sides of his feet.
“Sure,†I replied with enough enthusiasm to bring a laugh.
“Okay, but we’re not staking you back out,†he told me. “Kick your pants off and then put your hands behind your back.â€
“Kick my pants off?†I asked with some alarm. “What for? What are we doing?â€
“Just do it, will you?†asked Ron with a weary-sounding sigh. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to do anything to embarrass or hurt you. There’s no one here but us, and it’s not like we want you to drop the briefs too in case you had you-know-what in mind.†Though I probably didn't figure out what he meant until later, I felt relieved.
I complied, so that now I was wearing only my dark briefs (which looked no different than black Speedos in any case from any distance except for the hard-to-see-anyway opening in front). I expected him to tie me with some rope. Instead I felt the cold, hard metal of a set of handcuffs as I heard them being clicked shut around my wrists. I thought at first he must’ve brought his own handcuffs, but then realized that Walt and Randy had left the handcuffs and legcuffs that they had brought me here wearing (because they didn’t want to be seen carrying such things to the Soccer game, I eventually realized).
Ron got off me and helped me to turn over and sit up. “We’re going to take you for a walk,†he told me as he put my glasses back on me. “I guess we should’ve had you put your sneaks on first. Well, we’ll do it for you.†So he dressed one of my feet and Al the other.
“Phew,†said Al. “You should wash your shoes more, like Walt and Randy do.â€
“They just do that because their aunt washes them,†said Brian.
“That’s only partly true,†said Ron. “They also make sure they’re clean so that it’s not so bad when they have them tied over their faces.â€
That puzzled me a bit at a time. I found out what he meant later. For now let’s just say that afterward when I visited my cousins I was always wearing brand-new sneakers!
Once the sneakers were tied on, the leg-cuffs quickly followed. Al and Ron stepped on each side of me to help me up, but rather than set me standing they had me get on my knees. Then, just as one of them was putting that dog leash on me again, I saw Michael and Brian wading ashore from the lake. While I was being massaged, they’d switched back to their Speedos to take another swim. Brian stopped beside his clothes to put on his socks and sneakers. Michael continued walking toward us. Neither changed back into their clothes this time but wore their wet Speedos.
“Why’d you bother to change out of those before if you were just going to go swimming again?†I asked them.
“It was too chilly to wear wet Speedos before,†said Brian. “But it’s hot out now.â€
Michael continued walking until he was behind me and I could no longer see him. I was about to ask where he was going and why I was still on my knees when the sensation of a small, wet body climbing up onto my shoulders (with a wet squish) gave me the answer. I was going to give Michael a piggy-back ride. I wondered if anyone else would want one! I could probably carry Brian a long while too, but I wasn’t sure how far I could carry Ron or Al while cuffed and hobbled. But as I thought about it, I decided it’d be fun to try!
Michael got mounted and clasped my face between his small, wet thighs, while his wet body and legs moistened the back of my head, neck, and upper back and the front of my torso. Then he clasped his hands together right under my jaw to hold himself steady (he was slippery when wet). Despite the cooling effects of all this and clad only in my undershorts and sneakers, I was feeling warmer rather than cooler.
Once he had a secure seat, I was helped to my feet like an ailing camel (in fact, they now proceeded to call me “Camelâ€) by Ron and Al, while Brian took the leash and began to lead me down the same path Ron and Al had originally come down (and which David, Walter, and Randy had gone up when they left). Hobbled, cuffed, and ridden by a small boy (who seemed less small the further we went), I felt like a camel now too!
We hadn’t gone far when I suddenly felt a sharp whack on my butt! Then another one. I also heard the distinctive sound of towels being whipped around, and realized that Ron and Al were both behind me. I suddenly realized they were towel-whipping my buns when two more whacks assaulted my legs from behind. A couple more whacks assaulted my bare lower back. OW! Now I knew why they wanted me to shuck my pants! OW! Now I had no protection at all! OW! I even felt some whacks on my upper back, which seemed awfully close to hitting my rider; yet despite several close calls either Michael was never struck once or he was enough tougher than I that he didn’t yelp like a slapped dog like I kept doing. Anyway, although this was not as enjoyable as some of the rest of it, I didn’t try to put a stop to it; overall this was too much fun for me to be a spoil-sport.
After several minutes of walking at the pace limited by my hobbles, we came to another small clearing. This one was much closer to the street because I could see houses past some of the trees, and the clearing itself was dominated by a very large maple tree holding the largest and most well-built tree-house I think I have ever seen outside of the Disney movie Swiss Family Robinson. At sight of it, I was concerned that our procession might be seen by other people.I didn't mind private humiliation in front these guys, but out in public view was a different matter altogether!
“This is our tree-house,†Michael told me. “Well, David built it, but he lets us use it too. Nobody else comes out here except David and his friends… well, except mom and dad. It’s because mom and dad come out here when they want us for something that we didn’t come here sooner, but they’d be out this time of day and it’s nice and private otherwise. This is where we’ll play if it rains. Want to come inside to check it out?â€
“Sure,†I replied. Michael and Brian sure seemed to be a lot friendlier since Ron and Al showed up and helped to break the ice.
Ron undid my handcuffs so I could more easily help Michael dismount, and then re-cuffed my hands in front of me. Despite this, it wasn’t too hard to climb the ten-foot ladder leading up to the tree-house. The steps were close enough together so that the hobbles didn’t impede the climb. The handcuffs would’ve been a different matter but for some hooks someone had set into each rung that I could hook the handcuffs around. I learned later that this was precisely their intended purpose; apparently I was far from the first (or the last) 'prisoner' to enter that tree-house in handcuffs (or ropes)!
It was indeed a very nice treehouse; no wonder Michael and Brian were proud of it even though it was David (with a little help from his friends) who had built it. It was as large as a standard living room, furnished with old but sturdy furniture, and the walls, floor, and ceiling were solid and waterproof. There was even a regular door (with lock) leading in and an old window (with glass and shutters) on each of the other three sides. There were also shelves on each side loaded with books, magazines, and comic books. There were no beds, but there were three cots with solid enough frameworks to tie someone to (as I found out another day) and sleeping bags (one of which proved to be somehow modified into something resembling crude sleep-sack, as I also eventually discovered).
After showing me around a while, the boys decided it was time to go back to the pond where David and the others would be expecting to find us. I thought they’d have to pass the tree-house anyway, but apparently they went up another path I hadn’t noticed that branched out from the main one close to the pond.
When we gathered at the foot of the tree again, it was Brian who climbed onto my shoulders as my hands were re-cuffed behind me. He was heavier than Michael of course, but by this time he had dried off so slipperiness was no longer a problem. Michael led me along with this leash this time, but Al and Ron still towel-whipped me all the way back to the pond.
Once there, I expected the older boys to free my hands so I could ease Brian off my shoulders to the ground. Instead, they lifted the boy off my shoulders themselves and eased him to the ground. Then, as the two smaller boys ran into the pond, Ron and Al took the leash off my neck and – with one on each side of me – took my still-bound arms in firm arm-locks and began to escort me straight toward the pond.
“Hey! What are you doing?†I asked nervously.
“We’re taking you swimming!†they replied together as if they’d rehearsed the line.
“But I can’t swim hobbled and cuffed like this,†I said with growing alarm and began to struggle a bit.
“Don’t worry, we’ll help you!†said Ron.
“Trust us, will you?†said Al with a wide grin. “We won’t let you slip and drown.â€
“Though we might dunk your head a few times and hold it under a bit if you make any more of a fuss,†said Ron.
“But won’t my cousins get mad if these cuffs get rusty?†I asked frantically.
“Of course not! This isn’t the first time they’ve gone swimming with the wearer!†said Al. “Walter and Randy oil the things every time they’ve gotten wet!â€
“I still don’t think I want to go,†I told them.
“Okay, you asked for it,†said Al and Ron together again; damn, but I think they DID rehearse it! Ron grabbed my glasses and casually tossed them onto a towel that lay there. Al did the same with his own glasses, and then the two frog-marched and then quite literally dragged me right into the water for a swim! I yelled and struggled like I was going to my own execution, but it was of no avail. To be fair to the others though, I didn’t fight as hard as I could have; I wasn’t really serious in my reluctance and they knew it or they probably would have stopped. In any case, they didn't take out further than walking depth; I was always able to feel the bottom with my feet whenever standing erect - though usually I floated freely with Ron and Al close beside me.
It was a nice swim too. Ron and Al stayed with me every minute and kept my head above water (they never dunked me as they’d said they’d do). Brian and Michael splashed water on me with wide sweeps of their arms several times though while I was helpless to defend myself... the little jerks! We stayed in the water for quite a while before we all returned to shore. Then, without even pausing to dry off, the four of them led me back to the tent stakes and tied me back down as I had been that morning. Then, with all of us still dripping wet, Ron knelt/sat on my belly again and all four of them tickled me without mercy for what seemed like forever.
To Be Continued - - -
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