Adrian’s Farm – Off we go!
So there were we, recaptured, both tied to separate chairs in Adrian’s kitchen. The boys had just finished feeding us breakfast.
Between echoing laughter, we discussed the previous events which firstly led to Tyler’s capture and hence mine, in a – very stupid, I have to admit – attempt to rescue him from the basement, where he’d been bound to a post. In the meanwhile, the blond brothers’ father, Mr. da Silva, read the newspaper and seldom laughed about our conversation or muttered an amused remark.
“But there’s still sumthing I can’t figure out. How Phil n’ Adrian got free?” I asked, puzzled.
“Easy,” Chris began. “When I went upstairs, I saw Tyler from behind; he was about to open Phil’s room. I went like, what the heck! That’s way too suspicious, I thought, you know, cuz Adrian had just called me saying he had HIM prisoner! So, I stormed into the room, wrestled Tyler down, tied him up and then untied Phil. You shoulda seen how he drooled from the gag you put him!” he smirked, teasing Phil, before continuing, “All we had to do then was show Tyler sum of our tickle techniques - in no time he told us where Adrian was, and plus, he even gave us the door key.”
I was outraged.
“Tyler, you big-mouth traitor!!” Tyler was lucky enough that my legs were securely bound to the chair, or else his shins would’ve received some nasty kicks beneath the table.
“What was I supposed to do?! I couldn’t stand it any longer,” he said and gave me a “I’m sorry” look. I shook my head in disapproval.
Phil continued, “Then we took Tyler to the basement, tied him up to a pole and took the pic Phil slid under Adrian’s bedroom door.
“I hid in the hallway and waited till you got out. Then I released Adrian.”
“Hang on, there’s no way you could’ve got in - I locked the door and took the key with me!”
Adrian smiled. “Things here don’t work the way you think, Nick; you sure need to hang around with us more often. If you did, you coulda had a small chance at beatin’ us, cuz you’d already know my and Phil’s room have the exact same door lock.” I gaped as Adrian opened his fists, revealing two identical golden keys on his palm.
“This means my bro used the key Tyler handed over to Chris to get inside my room and untie me. Then we bolted downstairs to capture you. Well, you know how it all ended up, don’tcha?” He patted my head, clearly making reference to how they had masterfully crushed our plan and rendered us prisoners; the strategy and deceit of using Tyler as bait while Adrian was released made me wonder if this kids hadn’t received some sort of military training!
When everybody had had enough food to withstand the long trip to the farm, Mr. Silva asked the boys to clear the table, task which we were spared from for obvious reasons. It was only then that I noticed only three boys stood up.
“Hey, where’s Adam?”
No one answered. Their eyes froze wide open; their breathing stopped, a stunned expression swept their faces as they went pale. The boys slowly exchanged that glance, the one that means something is wrong; the glance you give when you forgot to do something very, very important; or more accurately, the one a man on his wedding day would have if he woke up with a hangover - lying on a public toilet seat at 3 in the afternoon.
“Oh shit…,” Adrian turned around to face me and cried, “We forgot Adam inside my closet!”
The three of them instantaneously dashed upstairs. Tyler and I just burst out laughing, almost wetting ourselves since we couldn’t stop it, until we heard them coming back; I twisted my head to glance at a still bound Adam who uttered the wildest imprecations against his chums while they tried to apologize.
“We are soo sorry, Adam,” Adrian said, sounding as regretful as possible.
“It wasn’t on purpose - ”
“Please, Adam, don’t be like this!” The boy continued to trash around and curse loudly.
“We went to getcha right away after we captured Nick and Tyler!”
“What?!” I said. “If I hadn’t asked—mpphhhffff!!” Adrian slapped his hand over my mouth and glared down at me. Then he looked at Tyler across the table, who was about to say something, and menacingly unsheathed a feather from his pocket at him, whispering, “Don’t you dare!”
Tyler, the coward ticklish scoundrel he is, slowly closed his mouth, biting his lower lips in concern of what might happen to him otherwise.
I continued to mmphh as Adam grew more and more furious.
“Calm down, Adam, you know we didn’t forget you!” Chris tried to explain but the kid was absorbed in anger, trying to kick his companions since his hands remained tied in front.
“Chill out man - don’t – wait – ahhhhhhhfffffuccck!!” Adam had succeeded in kneeing Phil, you know where. It was a nasty sight; I even cringed with the blow. As the poor blond boy contorted around the floor, moaning in pain, cupping the affected area with his hands, Adam was seized by the arms and forced to sit on a chair next to me.
“Watch out! Tie him up over there!” Adrian ordered, his palm still firmly pressed against my face as I continued mmppphhing and Phil continued wailing.
“Believe us Adam, for your own safety we’ll have to leave ya like this; we can’t untie you till you’ve cooled off.” It was not a question. Chris further secured Adam’s wrists down to his thighs and the upper body to the back of the chair.
“Untie me right now!”
“Adam, NO,” Adrian countered, half-begging.
“At least I deserve to know the truth!
“Let Nick talk!” Adam growled.
“What? He was just fooling around!” Adrian said, nonchalantly grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh yeah? If he’s got nothing important to tell, why do you have your hand over his mouth?”
A dumb smile remained on Adrian’s face, not knowing how or what to reply. He murmured an apology, but the more he tried to resist the idea he’d been nabbed, the more he realized how useless it was. He sighed. Finger by finger, he un-gagged me and stepped aside, lowering his head, resignedly waiting to take it all.
Adam set his severe gaze on me, eager to erupt in more lava-like obscenities against the boys as soon as I told him what he wanted to hear. And I boasted ecstatically.
“Adrian totally forg…!” But I couldn’t finish the sentence; I couldn’t help noticing Adrian’s void gaze locked on the floor between his socked feet. The green eyes seemed now so weary, so melancholic and sapped up of whatever striking, fear-provoking power they had possessed minutes before. There was even a gloomy aura around the once buoyant and energetic blond boy, a sole word able to describe his state: sad. And to tell the truth, it was the only moment I ever felt real pity for somebody.
It was a well-known fact among us that Adrian and Adam were like brothers. Friends for as long as they could remember, you almost never saw one of them without the other by his side; they went to the same school, in the same class, and did everything together: soccer, wrestling, swimming, fishing, etc., and tie-up games were no exception. By taking turns at tying each other up during sleepovers, and after having attended some summer camps together, they came up with the idea of a TUG group. The two boys’ first recruit was Adrian’s little brother, Phil, on whom they had occasionally ganged up – and who had no choice whatsoever but to participate. Their dual charm and persuasive skills worked wonders for talking Chris into it, a 14-year-old boy from the soccer team that – they had noticed it - didn’t mind hanging out with younger kids. Now it was to be Tyler and me… To put it briefly, If Adam and Adrian (the AA team) hadn’t gotten along well, I would’ve never had the chance to experiment these – and further - games I’d only dreamed about taking part in. The realization that I owed all this to both of them was the cause that subdued my revenge and forced me to reconsider. I stopped and started over.
“Uh… Adrian totally forced me. Yeah, he forced me; he was tickling the shit-outa-me all this time to, ya know… force me to tell him where we put you!”
“What?!?” Adam cried. On my left, Adrian stared incredulously at me, flabbergasted.
“Adrian caught us not so long ago. We put up a great fight,” I replied.
Yea, I lied. I could’ve perfectly told on Adrian, he who had been so ruthless with me. He would’ve fallen in disgrace and I admit it would’ve been nice to see him humiliated. But Adrian had left no one less than Adam bound and gagged for over two hours. At the moment I couldn’t understand what could’ve possibly made him forget his best friend locked up inside a closet. It was unacceptable if you ask me; we had planned on releasing him soon after we captured all the others, because, imagine the heat, the soreness, the thirst, the growing pain. Adam sure didn’t have a great time in there. And even though I knew it was Adrian’s fault and his only, I didn’t regret having said what I said. All the same, I had no courage to let out what would most certainly produce a deep fissure on a friendship that meaningful. It was just unnecessary and cruel. I had nothing to gain from this. Furthermore, if they got into a fight, the whole group’s games would be jeopardized.
“I-uh…didn’t wanna give out your location cuz I… I thought I… could… uh… trade you with one of us.” I feigned the most innocent grin my improvised acting allowed me.
“But Adrian knew where I was – we were in the same room when you tied me up!” Adam bawled.
“Oh no… he didn’t. You see, he had a blindfold on, and we also put cotton inside his ears. He had no way of knowing you were inside the closet. That’s why he’s been tickling me, I mean us, for over an hour, right Tyler?” I winked at my cousin and he nodded earnestly.
Adam was quite skeptical, but said nothing nonetheless. I went on.
“Hey, if he knew where you were, don’t you think he woulda go getcha right away?”
Finally, the boy pondered about this last question and looked at Adrian, “Is this true?”
Adrian nodded, his eyes almost watery. Adam turned to me.
“You’re sooo dead, Nick.
“Do you have any idea of what is like to be in there?”
“I uh…”
“Of course you don’t, but you bet I’m gonna make sure you do, you little piece of sh-mpph!” He was cut off by Adrian who had quickly reached from behind and forced a piece of bread inside Adam’s mouth.
“Eat up, no time for breakfast, my dad’s waiting for us in the van already.” Adam glared at him, but started chewing the food without protesting, given that he hadn’t had anything to eat so far. Adrian allowed the curly haired boy no gap between the slices and sips of juice, lest he decided to further inquire on the incident. Then, as Chris helped poor Phil on his feet, Mr. Silva appeared through the door with an enthusiastic smile on his face.
“Let’s go, boys! It’s getting late. Take your bags to the car.”
“Yes, dad,” Adrian said.
“Aren’t you going to untie them?” He asked his son.
“Nope. It keeps’em out of trouble,” Adrian explained. His dad seemed to be ok with it, but I was horrified! I sure didn’t relish the prospect of spending most of the day tied. We began to protest but a threat of getting gagged made us stay put and accept our predicament. Plus, they reminded us, we were in no position of demanding anything.
As soon as the car was ready, the boys released us from the chairs and marched us to the garage. To my surprise and relief, it was a van with polarized windows Phil’s father was sitting in; I had been afraid people could see us in what could be mistaken as a kidnapping - or just plain embarrassment - but that worry was blown away when I saw the dark glasses.
They helped Tyler and Adam into the back of the van, and when I was about to get in, Adrian grabbed and led me to the left side of the car, pushed me against it, his hands resting on my shoulders. We remained like that in silence, face to face, for full ten seconds.
“Why did you do it?” he asked in a tone I’d never heard him use before; it was soft and calm, almost tender.
I wanted to tell him I understood how he felt and how sorry he was at the time; that I knew what Adam meant to him; that I was aware of what could’ve happened; that him conserving his friendship was more important for me than some stupid desire of getting even, but I could tell from his thankful look that he already knew all this. So, I just shrugged and grinned.
He squeezed my shoulders, held me closer and gave a quick but warm hug.
“Nick?” he said as we faced each other again.
“Yea?”
“You know that if you ever tell someone I hugged you, I’m gonna kill you, don’t you?”
“I know, Adrian.”
“Good.”
Without more ado, he dragged me towards the back of the van and literally threw me inside.
“The bastard tried to escape!” Adrian said to the other boys and jumped in as he closed the doors. I couldn’t help but laugh at this.
I quickly examined the car: the interior was roomy because there were no seats and we had to sit on the floor where a mattress had been laid for the comfort of our butts. They made us sit next to each other and while we squatted, our wrists were untied temporarily to be brought to the front and retied palm to palm as deftly and snugly as it had been. They made sure the ropes were tight but didn’t cut circulation. This was thrilling to me, as though it was a real kidnap situation!
“It’s going to be a long trip, so we better get you comfy,” Phil said with a sarcastic smirk while I sensed the last loop of rope tighten vertically between my wrists and the remaining piece being lifted up and loosely fastened to a bar above my head.
As I expected, my feet were tied as well. I found myself thinking if this was necessary: it would be impossible to free my hands without assistance and I certainly wasn’t going anywhere with them tied above my head! My doubt was answered when Phil produced a third rope and tied one end to my bound ankles, brought the rope up through the bar, wound it around the wrists a couple of times and knotted it off where my fingers couldn’t reach it. The rope connecting my hands and feet was firm and taut enough so when I pulled my hands down my legs were lifted consequently, which made it an irritating and amusing circumstance. Vainly I tested the bonds just to confirm what I already knew: as I had thought, it was snug, tight, but not painful, which meant I would be tied for as long as the trip lasted.
I was somehow happy to see both Adam and Tyler receiving the same treatment, therefore our chances of getting free were nil. However, I did feel sorry for Adam who got to share our punishment for nothing! He didn’t seem angry now, just calm and apprehensive at what might come. Adam was a more stoic kind of person. When all the captives were tied up nice, the boys said in unison, “We’re ready!” to Mr. Silva who had waited patiently behind the steering wheel.
“Ok, here we go!” I felt the car moving. The windows were deep black, so I had absolutely no idea where we were heading to.
During the first part of the journey we talked, discussed normal subjects and finally Adrian began explaining us what this ‘tying club’ was really about.
It was basically a group of teens who liked to tie and be tied up and who gathered for that purpose. No one was compelled to participate but doing so meant accepting some rules: inflict no physical harm apart from the usual rope burns and struggle bruises, no quitting once the game began, and above all trusting one another. I have to admit it was well organized; we had to contribute monthly with supplies (i.e. ropes, duct tape, hankies, cloth and rags) which would, in turn, be used on ourselves. There were no leaders but Adrian and Adam stood out as the founders.
The result of the games doesn’t matter that much, because in any case, someone gets tied up, hence we are never left unsatisfied with the outcome of competition scenarios. It is mainly because of that I’ve played bondage all of these years: it’s a win only situation – if practiced safely. I think most people are not being entirely honest when they claim not having enjoyed either being bound or tying up someone else…
My drifting mind was brought back to reality when Adam said,
“Could anyone please explain me why I’m still tied up? Don’t you think I’ve had enough of it for today?”
“I guess you’re right. You’re not our victim after all; there’s plenty of fun left for these two,” Adrian reflected, jerking a thumb at us, “Tyler n’ Nick are the new guys.”
“Finally!” Adam said.
After his wrist knots were duly undone, Phil left Adam to release his own feet. We watched jealously as he rubbed and stretched his arms and legs; my forearms were starting to ache because of the position they had been the largest part of the morning.
Expecting no more surprises, I was confident they would release us. But I was wrong. Adam approached Chris and started whispering something inside his ear. He smiled and turned to Phil who afterwards told Adrian. Overhearing just the word ‘tickle’ made my heart jump. Even though I was not certain, it’s disturbing not knowing what’s going to happen next. I looked at their faces: they all smiled at us sinisterly. A feeling of impending doom fell on me as I realized both of us were only clad in small shorts, which dangerously increased the chances of a tickle torture. It took only one more second to be sure.
“Now!!” Our captors launched their attack. I closed my eyes and tensed my body in anticipation of what would come. But I was stunned to hear Tyler hysterically laughing to my left. My eyes were now fully open and appreciating the whole ordeal with a surge of delight. Adrian, Chris, Adam and Phil had begun a ruthless tickling spree all over Ty’s body. I gasped in awe of the tickling's effects (never underestimate its power).
Adam seemed the wickedest of all, his fingertips dancing on Tyler's taut stomach, ribs and armpits. My cousin burst into fits of giggles writhing around in his bonds but completely incapable of avoiding the searching fingertips. Tyler screamed and pulled and twisted his feet, which were being explored by Phil’s fingers; the rope jerked his wrists up as he moved his feet, stretching even more his skin and revealing his armpits for Chris to tickle.
“Hahahahaaaa! Please, hahahaha, stop!!” Tyler pleaded.
The boy shouted, wiggled and squirmed savagely, but no avail: the knots were all too efficient at giving no slack and neither the assailants showed any signs of compassion. After a few moments of rummaging inside a bag, Adrian pulled out a toothbrush and a shoelace. My cousin’s eyes widened in terror.
“Hahahah,not haha the tooth-haha-brush! Guys, hahaha please! Stooooooop!” The shoelace had already been fastened around his big toes, further restraining his movement. Adrian gently brushed Tyler’s helpless soles with the dental tool. An instant effect spawned from inside his body; I saw how the boy impressively jerked and screamed for freedom, as if a demon had possessed him.
In a matter of minutes, Tyler was covered in sweat. I have to give him some credit; he had weathered it notably well. If I had been in his place I would have by now peed in my shorts! Tears started rolling down his cheeks, so I gathered some courage and spoke out.
“Let him alone, you cowards!”
They all stopped and stared down at me. Our captors hooted with laughter – if not rolled around the floor. I was indignant, but I had spared Ty a good deal of further torture.
“Let me remind you, Nick, that you’re still our prisoners. Can you say you were nicer to me, or to Adrian? Can you?! No, I don’t think so. It’s our revenge. We can do with you whatever we see fit. Besides, now that you're all tied up, there’s nothing you can do about it; it’ll be better if you just sit tight, watch, n’ wait for your turn,” Adam snapped.
“Just wait till we get you! Four against one, you really are a bunch of cowards!” I was not going to let it go that easy. But my stubbornness once again led me to worse conditions.
“OK, you asked for it!” Adrian said and, with his mates’ assistance, he started untying my hands. They were forced behind my back, crossed and bound quite tight – I didn’t even have time to rub my wrists. I was forced to lie face down on the floor, my ankles were untied, my knees were separated and soon I had my feet bound in the same fashion as my wrists. Hands brought my feet up and lashed them there, pulling my arms downwards and arching my back to conclude a hogtie. It was particularly uncomfortable because of the inability of stretching my legs, crossed as they were, and it would be impossible to get up even if I managed to remove the connecting cord. When they were satisfied, they stepped back to admire their handiwork, watching a shirtless fourteen-year-old kid struggle ineffectually against his bonds.
“Well, it’s been nice talking to you but we got up early to kidnap you n’ we’re a lil’ sleepy. Have to save up energy, ya know,” Phil announced.
“And, for my part, I like to sleep without people bothering me. So,” I heard the sound of a strip of duct tape being ripped, “we’re gonna have to use this just in case you think of disturbing us.”
Adam headed to where I was, putting a squash ball inside a sock, followed by Adrian who carried the tape.
“No, Wait! Were not going to tal--mphhhhhh!!!” I was cut off by the bundle shoved into my mouth and temporarily handgagged by Adam.
"That’s right! You're not gonna talk!" Adrian then plastered the sticky silver tape over my mouth as soon as Adam withdrew his hand. He ended by wrapping duct tape around my head several times until my whole lower face was covered with the adhesive material. I wasn’t able to make a sound through the gag no matter how hard I shouted.
Before Tyler could utter a word, two socks were brusquely forced into his mouth. It was tied off with a torn cloth behind his head. He screamed with total might but it all came as a low muffled, “mphhhhhff.”
By that time, they were making all kind of facetious, sniggering comments about our predicament. I had only one thing to fear. I was going to be tickled: I knew it. So I mentally prepared myself, for I am ticklish as hell.
“So, what are we going to do with this one?” Phil asked poking his finger into my ribs and eliciting a giggle.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got sumthing for him later,” Adam answered and ruffled my hair. I was at the same time relieved and apprehensive. Relieved of being spared tickle torture but apprehensive of an even creepier torment that would be brought upon my head.
“Yea, Nick. You’ll get your turn,” Adrian reassured me, patting my cheek.
To Be Continued . . . return to home page