## Farm boys

Post by Tied Up Scout » Wed Jan 25, 2012 5:42 pm

This will be a short story of my latest encounter. I've only had one before this which was posted and very intimate. This one was just a bit of fun that didn't have anything obscure in it thankfully.
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Last weekend on my couple of days off work my friend Michael invited me to go to his uncles farm just outside of Hexham. I immediately said yes because #1 he's one of my best friends and a weekend on a farm sounded fun and #2 Hexham is very close to Kielder and I love Kielder. So, I put away my running shoes and BMX for the weekend and fueled up my Fiat 500. We travelled for three hours on the road before eventually ariving at the farm and being gretted hospitably. Michael informed me that we would be helping out on the farm and doing chores over the weekend which was fine by me, even if I was using my days off to do more work.
The farm spans between six or seven acres, most of which is taken up by fields for crops. The remainder is a large garage to house the tractors and other vehicles and of course the house.
Once we'd taken our belongings up to the room we were staying in Michaels uncle asked if we'd like to go out on a ride with the horses which both of us were up for. We saddled up and trotted around the farm, a few of the sheep had gone missing so we were hearding them. While we were out we were talking about cowboys and farmhands. Michael said "Can't we just hogtie these things with a lasso and drag them back?" to which his uncle laughed and replied "You're dad's been watching too many westerns with you Michael."
"Yeah, but I don't recall the cowboys ever wanting to hogtie a sheep." I said jokingly "They were more for tying up the indians."
"Well I know that, the amount of times I built a fort when I was a kid and my brother always insisted he be the cowboy would come and lasso me then tie me up." Michael told me, his uncle nodding along remembering the times when he witnessed there cowboys and indians fun.
With the last sheep recovered it was beginning to grow dark so we took the three horses back to the stable and then went to grab a bite to eat.
"Michael, I have to go and pick up your auntie from work. Will you two be alright on your own?" Michaels uncle asked us, which Michael naturally nodded to.
"How long are you going to be?" Michael asked, which I didn't think anything of.
"It usually takes two and a half hours with the traffic being busy." He replied and then left.
Michael turned to me and dragged me over to the sofa, we sat down and started watching TV. He sat forward all of the time, his eyes kept shifting into the corner so he could see me and every time I looked they went back to the center. Eventually I gave in and asked "Right, what do you want?"
"Want to go build a fort?" he asked me.
"Hell yes!" I replied without any hesitation. At my age building a fort is just like finding heaven. If heaven is real I will spend every day building forts if I ever get there. Oh, and playing on bouncy castles.
So the two of us went to our room and made a fort out of sheets, quilts and matresses. It was an awesome fort. Once it was complete Michael ran down stairs, he was gone for a couple of minutes then he came speeding back with a roll of duct tape and a pair of scissors. He cut a strip off and slapped it on my mouth and smiled. It was as if we were both five. I knew exaclty what he wanted to do so I made a face as if to say 'Oh alright then, go on.' but I didn't mind at all.
He wrapped the duct tape all of the way around my body from my shoulders to my ankles so I was mummified. It wasn't so tight and not much tape was layered so I could still bend and move a little. He dragged me into our fort and lay me down before taking off my socks and start to tickle my feet. Even behind the duct tape my giggles and laughter were distinguishable. He continued tickling, not just my feet but the back of my neck and under my chin were his striking points.
For five minutes he kept it up and I ran out of breath rather quickly, the giggling had took it all out of me. The tape was starting to feel a little slack probably from all of my squirming. Noticing this I took adventage and squirmed harder and harder which worked at getting the tape partially off which Michael didn't notice. The matresses that supported our fort began to cave in and Michael made his quick escape while I got burried under the three matresses, bed sheets and quilts and pillows.
"Dylan? You still alive." I heard him say, slightly giggling.
Under the pile it was easy to free myself, I wriggled about to get myself in a position, removed the duct take from my mouth then jumped up, throwing the fort in many directions "TADAA!!!!"
Iron, the cold feel of iron. Or even steel. Handcuffs and Leg Irons only. They're strong and hard to escape from. This is my tool.

### Re: Farm boys

Post by LastOfTheAmericanGirls » Wed Jan 25, 2012 7:42 pm

That's really cute... now I wanna go build a fort. And find my duct tape.
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### Re: Farm boys

Post by TUfriend » Wed Jan 25, 2012 9:01 pm

Cool story, interesting ending. Just a bit of a suggestion, more focus on the tying up part, it takes some time to mummify someone, how did it feel? What were you thinking? Etc. you don't have to dI this, but it'll drfinately make your already interesting experience into a wonderful story for this site.
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### Re: Farm boys

Post by xtc » Thu Jan 26, 2012 2:26 am

If you're up in the hills of the hairy-arsed North, I hope your Fiat 500 is better at gradients than mine used to be!
Wassail!
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### Re: Farm boys

Post by Tied Up Scout » Fri Jan 27, 2012 1:35 pm

Thanks for the advice, being on a board that focus' on tying I'll remember to include that. And my FIAT 500 is the Abarth version so it can tackles slopes with ease.
Iron, the cold feel of iron. Or even steel. Handcuffs and Leg Irons only. They're strong and hard to escape from. This is my tool.