Adrian’s Farm – Chapter 3 - Getting Adam
There’s nothing compared to watch bewilderment and panic rise in a thirteen-year-old’s face as he sets eyes on his tightly trussed up buddy and realizes he’ll be attacked any moment. It’s during that fraction of a second everything is decided: whether he escapes and revenge is frustrated, or capture succeeds and he is submitted to his captor’s desire.
I’m sure all of these thoughts ran through Adam’s mind as he stood motionless, gaping at Adrian’s predicament, then started to realize he had been deceived into an ambush. He didn’t react, despite Adrian’s desperate ‘mphhhhs’; Adam closed his eyes and muttered a resigned “shit”, as he heard the door being shut behind him. It was so perfect, a unique movie-like scene; instantaneously Tyler wrapped his arms around Adam’s chest, pinning the boy and brutally tackling him to the ground.
Ty had Adam’s wrists pulled behind his back when he started to scream.
“Help!!! Help!! Someone! Phil! Chris! HEEEELP!”
“Hey, Nick! Are you going to stand there watching? Help me out here!” Tyler yelled while trying to keep the boy on the floor.
Since Adam would not shut up, I applied the most common combination for a gag: the victim’s own socks and t-shirt. Hey, it’s the best one when you need to shut someone up fast. I was about to wrap rope around Adam’s hands but Tyler stopped me.
“I have an idea. Tie his hands in front.” I raised an eyebrow but nevertheless turned Adam on his back, squatted beside him and as Ty held Adam’s wrists crossed I began winding turns of rope firmly around them, allowing no precious slack for struggling.
Since Adam was already gagged and hand-bound, I let Tyler continue his scheme. He helped Adam on his feet and marched the kid to one corner of the room. Tyler opened the wardrobe and revealed a long iron bar once he had put aside several suits and clothes that were hanged on it. I therefore involuntarily giggled when it dawned on me what my devious cousin had in mind. Adam, on the other hand, gave us his utmost pleading look and whimpered unintelligible mphhhs. He should have known better that we weren’t letting him get away just like that, oh no, not after the brutal tickle-initiation we had suffered.
“I’m sorry Adam, this is what you fairly deserve,” came my rejoining. Tyler agreed. I grabbed the tied wrists' loose end and pulled it up until Adam was almost on tiptoe and lashed it to the bar, his arms much stretched above his head. The tying over, our prisoner was left gyrating in a complete vulnerability for our tortures. However, it wasn’t time for that. Not yet; desperation and anxiety had to settle in first, thus turning the torture more pleasant (for us!). Well pleased with my handiwork, I stared into the boy’s frightened eyes and subtly ran my fingers down his bear ribs, and felt a bolt of delight when my prisoner began a frantic struggle trying to avoid them.
“Wait a sec,” Tyler complained, noticing something, “he’s not tied up yet.” He fetched a roll of duct tape with which he taped the poor boy’s ankles and knees several times until he was satisfied. To finish it, we further secured him by pinioning his sides with tons of clothes.
“See ya in a few minutes, Adam. And don’t go anywhere, you don’t want to miss your tickling session,” I said with a derisive tone, grinning broadly.
As soon as we closed the wardrobe, desperate mmmphhs started coming from inside and I wondered how it would be like to be left locked with your hands bound above your head, gagged and unable to use your feet to balance. I definitely have to try that one sometime, I thought(and I did).
“Great. Only one left,” Tyler proclaimed, tasting the imminent, sweetly incomparable victory - not even a Toblerone tasted that good.
He was right. We had just captured Adam, and Phil and Adrian were both secured to their beds. However, Chris was yet to arrive and being the oldest and biggest of all, we had to be more careful when dealing with him. The only chance to submit Chris would be joining our efforts in a surprise attack.
Being thoughtful young boys, we went to check on our prisoners, err, mates. Adrian was lying still gagged on his bed and showed no signs of having tried to struggle further against the bonds that kept him snugly hogtied. Adrian nodded when asked if he was comfortable.
“I’m gonna see if lil’ Phil is okay. Stay here and keep an eye on them.” Tyler left the room rather hurried.
I sat next to Adrian, whom I started playing with. After retrieving a shoe lace from my bag, I tied his toes together and launched a gentle but unmerciful attack on the very ticklish spots of his feet. Adrian went mad. Squirming was all he could because of the way he was tied.
“Mmmmmphhhhh mphhhhh!!!!” The skinny blond boy shouted while he mightily struggled as much as his bonds allowed. He tried to twist his arms, but they were bound at the elbows and wrists; his feet attempted to avoid the torture but they were secured to his hands. He looked ridiculous putting a great deal of effort on struggling, accomplishing only insignificant silly movements however. And the tickling went on and on until pitiful Adrian was drenched in perspiration, all his body covered with a layer of glistening sweat.
“This is just a sneak peek, Adrian.” At this stage, he was breathing heavily, exhausted from all the writhing and squealing. I inspected the knots making sure he hadn’t loosened any. When I was tightening the ropes around Adrian’s wrists I noticed something. Adrian had a wrist-watch: it displayed 7.20 am. Tyler had been gone for more than 15 minutes!!
“Why is he taking so long?! He only had to check if Phil was ok!” I thought out loud. Adrian kind of chuckled through the tape.
“Just wait ‘till he gets here! You won’t be that happy then.”
I was starting to get nervous. Minutes passed by and no signs of Ty. I couldn’t risk abandoning the room either. Several gloomy thoughts ran through my mind, but I shrugged them off.
He’s just fine! Being the lazy dork he is, Tyler is probably fetching himself a sandwich in the kitchen, I thought, reassuringly.
I was already prepared to resume my torture on Adrian when a piece of paper was slipped under the door and someone’s footsteps faded away. My heart pounced as I picked it up and was flabbergasted with what I lay my eyes upon. It was an instant Polaroid photograph where Tyler was bound, gagged and blindfolded!
“Fuck.”
He was standing, hands tied in front; the upper body, completely wrapped in rope, as well as the lower part, at knees and ankles, which seemed to be really tight. My cousin, kind of mummified, was also lashed to a pole in what I recognized as the basement, and he had tape plastered like an X across his face. Under the picture, it was written “Mphhhh!!” in black marker ink.
I clenched my teeth in sheer anger. Our plan, about to be foiled. Who’d done it? Could Phil have freed himself and then attacked Ty when he entered his room? Or was it Chris who had arrived without being noticed and found my cousin on his way to check on Phil? I knew the basement thing was an ambush. If Chris was the one who had done this, I could hardly offer resistance; I could, however, easily overpower Phil which was a lanky boy two years younger than me. Should I take the risk? Hmm… Rescue my cousin or not..? What the hell am I thinking?! Of course I have to go save him!
I left the room. A strange – but sensible - feeling made me go back and lock the door, the key in my back pocket. I looked both ways and slowly started following the mental map I had drawn so I’d have no trouble finding Phil’s room again.
The corridor was creepy-silent. Lights were out, which was good - I wouldn’t be spotted – but at the same time it gave an important advantage to my enemy – he could hide anywhere to jump on me. My steps, luckily, were muffled by the thick fluffy red carpeted floor, although it also impeded me from hearing if someone was near. Therefore, I had to be extremely cautious, suspecting of every shadow I made out and constantly looking back to see if I wasn’t being followed. It took me some time to get there, only to find the door locked. Tyler had taken the key with him. No sounds came from the inside so I moved on, went downstairs, through the kitchen - bumping my knee against the table in the process -, opened the basement access and listened. I had to know if my cousin was really there, or if it was just a trap – or both.
Cautiously, I descended a few steps, just to catch a glimpse of my cousin who was still pretty much the same as in the photo. His blindfold had been removed, and he was busy squirming as much as he could. Which wasn't much. There was no one around him. Maybe the attacker went out looking for me, I thought. I gained more confidence and continued, but at the next step, the stairs creaked loudly. Tyler spotted me and began yelling, almost whimpering inside his gag. It looked like he was trying to tell me something. Duh. Ok, I got it; I was in potential trouble, so I had to get out of there fast. I turned around and ran upstairs, but someone appeared through the door.
It was Adrian.
Adrian’s Farm – Chapter 4 - Captured
"Uh-uh.” Adrian rose a finger at eyes level and waved it, a cheeky smile on his face. “Where you think you’re going?”
This isn’t possible… I just saw him... all tied up upstairs … locked up in his room… alone…how could he…
The boy laughed.
“I gotta admit your plan was good, Nick. But you screwed it,” Adrian said and laughed some more.
My mind spun wildly. First, I had to deal with whoever caught Tyler, in itself a difficult task; and when I saw Adrian, an erstwhile vengeful prisoner, hope was instantly shattered.
“By the way, thanks for the nonstop 10-minute tickling you gave me. I’ll make sure to show my appreciation when I tie you up nice and tight - and gag you too, of course.”
Adrian pulled a coil of rope from his back pocket in a nonchalant gesture. I gulped and descended a few steps, getting to the basement floor. I didn’t want to abandon my cousin but I could be in a hell of a predicament if an implacable and merciless boy like Adrian had me subjected to his unsound vengeance.
“C’mon, Nick. We can do it the easy way, you know,” he imitated a villain’s voice. “Don’t make me get down there and kick your ass first,” he finished with a smirk. We were both aware I stood no chances against him.
“You’re mine now, Nick.”
His eyes no longer seemed green under reckless rage; they had rather taken a dark shade of black, like two coal lumps about to burst into flames. He studied my movements, similar to a tiger preparing to attack its prey. Adrian’s veins emerged like rivers along his arm as he tightened his fist around the rope and cracked his fingers. I shuddered. He took one step down - and I panicked.
“Ok, Ok, I surrender!” I raised my hands.
“But please, don’t be so hard on me,”I quickly added, about to whimper.
“You wish,” he replied.
“Kneel down and put your hands behind your head. I’ll be right there.” I did as I was told and waited.
I know what you must be thinking. What a coward, right? Sure, as you’d say, I could’ve run or at least tried to fight back. Yeah. Those were probably good things to do – if the person I’d do them to wasn’t Adrian. You don’t know him at all; he was practically a pro wrestler, for God’s sake. There were even rumors that once during a fight he’d had a senior four years older begging him to stop. Jeez. Of course he was gentler at our TUGs than at the wrestling matches, but I didn’t feel like pushing it. Hang on, why am I excusing myself to you anyway? You weren’t there. You didn’t watch him coming to you like freaking Jason. You wouldn’t believe me anyway if I told you that if you knew him and what he’d done, you would’ve said it was wisest thing to do . If coward meant not facing one-on-one a very pissed off Adrian, then I was.
Adrian squatted behind me and brought my hands one above the other behind my back. I could almost hear him fuming, his hot breath against my nape. His moves were abrupt and rough; once he was half-way through tying my hands, I felt him shifting weight between legs. That was exactly was I was hoping for. His legs were getting tired in that position and even better, he was so close to me. In a sudden impulse, I bowed forwards and then, returning with all my body’s impulse, pushed him with my shoulders.
“AH!” He had no time to react. Adrian lost balance, flapped his arms aimlessly in the air and fell on his back. I rolled away from him and got up.
“Don’t worry Ty! I’ll come back for you!” I shouted, quivering with excitement as quickly untied myself and ran once again upstairs.
I kicked the door open and strode into the kitchen victoriously Yes! I had escaped! I was already devising a new plan to rescue my cousin when all of a sudden a hand grabbed me from behind and another one gagged me firmly, pinning the back of my head to someone’s shoulder.
“MPPPPHHHHH!!!” I screamed through my assailant’s hand. Then my arms were forced behind my back and my wrists were secured by a strong grip.
“We’ve got him!!” The one who held my hands together announced, and I recognized him as Chris; the boy that kept my mouth covered was Phil.
Great, bring the little devil here!” Adrian’s voice echoed from the basement.
They were smarter than I’d thought; the other boys, it seems, were guarding the door in case I decided to flee. They’d caught me again! I was unable to struggle my hands free or make a sound; bound and gagged without ropes, that was a new experience. The boys led me downstairs and laid me down on the cold concrete floor after yanking my shirt over my head.
“Did you really think you we’re going to escape that easy?” Adrian mocked.
“You’ve got lots to learn about us, Nick.” He sat on my butt and in a move that proved painful , twisted my hand up while winding smooth cotton rope around it and l ashing it to the other wrist, palm to palm. Then he wrapped it several times horizontally, then vertically, cinched it and knotted it off where I couldn’t work it with my fingers.
“Hey man, that’s too tight!!” He just ignored me.
Meanwhile, Phil, still shirtless, removed my shoes, socks, and tied my ankles together in the same fashion. After securing the wrists, the blond boy proceeded to bind my elbows together. Using another long piece of rope, he tied loops around each arm above the elbows and brought them together in the small of my back, making me arch slightly. He gave a tender tap on my rear and got up. Chris then duct-taped my thighs and knees – over my bare skin. I lay there, uttering an occasional “Ouch!” while being slowly but deftly immobilized.
“That should keep you still,” Chris said.
“Wait, we’re not finished yet,” Phil interrupted.
He fetched a short piece of rope, secured one end at the wrists, pulled my arms as much as they would go and finally tied it off at my bound ankles, restricting me in a snug hogtie.
This is going to leave some nice bruises, I thought when I realized I could actually touch my heels. I concluded this couldn’t get any worse, but then Chris taped my hands and, after listening to my whining for a couple of minutes, Adrian said it was enough.
“Do us a favor Phil and gag him,” Adrian ordered and handed his brother a pair of socks, which were mine, by the way.
“Sure,” he answered as if it was the most common thing on the world. The boy squatted beside me and said, “Open up!”
Before I could answer he grasped my nose and forced the two-sock bundle deep into my mouth.
“NOOooomphhhhhhh…”
Had he not placed his hand over my mouth I would have spat it out. A cloth was tied off VERY tight over it, opening jaws wide and muffling any attempts of complaining. I moaned and shrieked under the gag, which only amused the mischievous kids.
I had never felt like this before, being defenseless to the extreme, experiencing fear and excitement at the same time. The tying being over, I tested my bonds, and boy, they held! They had left me with precious little movement within the ropes. The struggling I could do was useless and pitiable, in a back and forth motion, but when I sensed the rope tighten and hurt the bare skin - I was only clad in small black shorts - I gave up and strained to peer up at my captors. The boys were making facetious comments, comparing and admiring the way that each of their trussed up prisoners w as tied.
“He can’t move an inch,” Phil mentioned and poked Tyler’s ribs, eliciting giggles.
“Nick too!” Chris pointed at me.
They all laughed loudly and congratulated each other.
“Ok, let’s get this done. My dad’s gonna be here any moment,” Adrian snapped.
I stared terrified as they grinned broadly and approached wiggling their fingers. I closed my eyes and bit the socks hard. Then it began.
A finger traced the soles of my feet gently, but the effect was shattering. It was like electric waves that ran through my body starting from every point they brushed their fingers on. All the bonds allowed me to do – writhe intensely and plead for mercy - were futile in giving me some kind of relief, and the torture continued even after tears, combined with sweat, rolled down my cheeks, and even after the damp shorts clung to my thighs. I could overhear Tyler’s muffled sounds of laughter and knew he was included in this as well. I don’t know how long it lasted but I assure you that if it wasn’t for what happened next I would have peed in my underwear.
The door opened and voice called, “Oh, there you are! It’s time for breakfast, boys.” It was Phil and Adrian’s father.
“Come upstairs… and don’t forget to bring your new friends with you.” He ordered, perhaps pointing at us but saying nothing about our predicament. Then he closed the door and left.
“Damn!” They all said.
“You’re sooooo lucky my dad showed up. But don’t you think you’ll get away without punishment. We’ll have fun with you at the farm, anyway,” Adrian said.
They duly untied us – the tape hurt like hell! - but left the upper part, wrists and elbows, bound. I was grateful to being able to get off that tension on my sore limbs.
Tyler and I were marched up to the kitchen, where they proceeded to ungag us and then each one of us was tied down to a chair. We planned possible activities at the farm along with Mr. da Silva, totally comfortable with having us trussed up for breakfast - and I, totally embarrassed. After a while I got used to it and liked it, except when Phil occasionally forced me more milk than I could drink and it dripped down my chin and onto my chest, or when he, “accidentally”, giggling “Oops, sorry!” each time, smeared my nose and cheeks with peanut butter from bits of unexpected and most times unrequested toast. Well, at least I didn’t get the embarrassing “here comes the plane!” baby-food-play Tyler was subjected to. All in all, it was the most fun breakfast I’d ever had. We continued chatting regular stuff and soon we even forgot we were tied up.