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by Dingbat
This story is a work of fiction, all characters and plot lines are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Doug Invites a Rival remains the property of the author. The story or characters may not be reproduced or republished elsewhere without the expressed written consent of the author.
"Hey, Mike! What are you doing Saturday night?" Doug asked of just turned 14 Mike Hayworth.
"Nothing! Why?" came the reply. "How would you like to sleep over at my place?" Doug asked.
This came as a surprise to Mike. Why would Doug, one of his biggest rivals, invite him to spend the night? Something was up, and it smelled fishy. "Doug, we compete with each other; we challenge and dare each other; you're not in my troop; and I'm not even sure I like you! Why would I want to spend the night at your place?" Mike asked.
Doug had a ready answer. "Mike!" he said, "You might think this is kind of weird, but you know I can get loose from just about everybody's tie ups. But you're good! It's always taken me longer to get loose from you, than it has to get loose from Charlie or Ronnie, and Allen and Scott are not very good when it comes to tying. Wayne Sommers and Big Kevin are good, but they're not around much, 'cause they're trying to get dates with the Johnson twins! If I'm going to get better, I have to practice. That's why I want you to come over. I want to practice getting loose, and I want someone to tie me, that's really going to test me and my ability."
A complement from Doug? This was unusual, and it made Mike feel pretty good that one of his biggest rivals would pay him such respect. "I'll ask my mom, and get back to you!" Mike said. "I'll let you know by 6:00 o'clock! By the way, I don't blame Big Kevin and Wayne for chasing the Johnson twins! If I was 15 or 16, I'd be after 'em too! They are HOT!!"
Shortly before 6:00, Mike called, and let Doug know it was OK. "Great!" said Doug. "I'll see you Saturday night. By the way, there's a big to do over at the country club, and my parents are going, so we'll have the house to ourselves for most of the evening." "Cool!" replied Mike. "See you Saturday!"
Saturday arrived, and Mike Hayworth was right on time, arriving just after 5:00. Doug's mother had fixed them hamburgers, and the two boys sat at the kitchen table, while Doug's parents readied themselves for the party. By the time the boys had eaten their fill of hamburger, Doug's folks were down, his dad looking sharp in a tuxedo, and his mother looking even better, in a formal gown. "You boys behave yourselves!" Doug's dad cautioned. "Have a good time, boys!" Doug's mom added, as they left for the party.
When they were out the door, Doug giggled. "They probably won't be back until 2:00 AM," he said. "Cool!" Mike replied.
"C'mon, Mike, I'll show you my room, and where you're gonna sleep tonight." Mike followed Doug to an upstairs bedroom. One bed, rather large, was Doug's. A smaller guest bed had been rolled in, and was already made up with sheets and blankets. "Neat!" said Mike. "When I sleep over with Mike and Jimmy Houghton, they make me sleep in a sleeping bag, on the floor!" "Hey, nothing but the best for my friends!" Doug laughed.
"Let me get this straight!" Mike said. "You're just going to sit there, and let me tie you up??" "That's right!" Doug replied. "And I want you to do your best on me, too! Allen's better than I am at escaping, and if I don't practice against some really good tie-ups, I'll never be as good at getting loose as he is." Then, Doug asked Mike for another favor. "Don't ever tell Allen I said that."
Doug, clad in Levis and a sweat shirt, told Mike to start simple, and make it progressively harder. "Start with just my hands and feet!" he said. "When I get out, then do my hands, feet, and arms, and after that, my hands, feet, arms, and legs." "How about a hog tie?" Mike asked. "Let's get these three out of the way, and then we'll work on hog ties!" Doug told him, as he opened his closet door, and tossed Mike a bag of rope. "There's a timer on my dresser. Set it for 20 minutes!" he said. "After you get me tied, say 'Go!' and press the 'start' button."
"Just one thing, Doug!" Mike said. "You said 'when you get out,' but it's not 'when' you get out. It's 'IF' you get out!" "We'll see!" said Doug.
Mike sat on Doug's bed, and Doug stood with his back to Mike, and his hands behind him. Mike took a short length of rope, and tied Doug's wrists tightly together. "How's that?" Mike asked. "Pretty good!" Doug replied. "It's tighter than Charlie ever tied me." "Good!" said Mike. "I want to make sure you stay put!"
Mike then tied Doug's ankles together, and lashed them to tighten the tie. "Now, let's see you get out of that!" he said. "Are you ready?"
"Not quite!" Doug replied. "You forgot something." "Yeah? What's that?" Mike asked. "Whenever me and Charlie and Allen and Scott play, we always gag each other. You're not really tied up unless you're gagged!" Doug told him. "Look in my closet. There's another bag."
Mike found the bag, and pulled out a huge red scout neckerchief, twice the size of a regular neckerchief, and square, instead of triangular. He held it up, and Doug nodded. Mike folded it in half to form the familiar triangle, then rolled it up. "Open wide!" Mike said, and tied the neckerchief over Doug's mouth. "That's one idea of yours I like!" Mike said. Now Mike Houghton and I can keep his little brother quiet the next time they sleep over at my place!" Doug just "Mmmmpppfff'd" through the gag. Mike gave Doug a playful shove, causing Doug to topple onto his side. "Now, are you ready?" he asked. Doug nodded, and Mike started the timer. "Twenty minutes, turkey!" he laughed. "I'm going to get a soda from the fridge!"
Mike's reputation as a boy who knew his knots, was well earned and deserved. He had tied Doug high on his wrists, making it difficult, if not impossible, for Doug to employ his normal strategy of sliding his hands under his butt, untying his feet, stepping through, pulling down his gag, then untying his hands with his teeth.
But Mike had made a couple of mistakes. First, he had tied the rope over Doug's shirt sleeves. Second, the ropes were high on the wrists, but that meant they could be pushed down, to a narrower part of the wrists, which, in turn, would give Doug the slack and space he needed to pull his hands under his butt.
When Mike returned, Doug had already gotten his hands under his knees, and was working on getting his feet untied. "Damn!" said Mike. "I didn't think you'd be able to do that!" Still gagged, Doug just went "Mmmppfff!"
It took a couple of minutes for Doug to find the knot that held his ankles, but once he did, it took less than a minute for him to get it untied. A few seconds later and Doug loosened the knots, and unwrapped his ankles. Twisting and turning, Doug slipped one foot through his hands, then the other, and finally brought his hands up to his face, pulled down his gag, then chewed his hands loose. When he had pulled off all the rope, untied the neckerchief from around his neck, and stopped the timer, 12 and a half minutes remained. It had taken Doug a little better than 7 minutes to free himself.
"That was pretty good, Mike!" Doug said. The longest anybody's ever held me in a simple hand and foot tie, was 5 minutes, and you did it for more than seven. That's great!"
"Just wait until I hog tie you!" Mike said. "You'll stay tied for an hour!" Doug laughed. "Dream on!" he said. "You ready to try again?"
Doug peeled off his sweat shirt, and again stood before Mike with his hands behind him. Again, Mike bound them together, but this time, the tie was tighter, There were no long sleeves, and the rope bit into to Doug's skin. Mike added rope to Doug's ankles and arms, and again shoved him to his side on the bed, after tying another neckerchief over his mouth.
Again, Doug proved his ability. This tie wasn't much more difficult that the first, and Doug took just a few seconds longer to free himself. And the third time, Mike was sloppy, and despite being tied around his hands, feet, arms, and legs, Doug managed escape in just under seven minutes. Mike was mad, but more at himself, than at Doug. He was going to get madder.
Doug, having worked up a sweat from three successful escape attempts, picked out a pair of pajamas, and went down the hall to shower and change. Mike had not brought any pajamas, but no problem. Charlie had left a pair from the last time he slept over, and they had already been put through the laundry by Doug's mom. They were folded, and ready to be returned - or ready to be worn by Doug's guest. When Doug returned from his shower, he found them in the "return to" bag; tossed them to Mike, and told him he could wear them. "Mom's rules!" Doug said. Mike took the pajamas, and headed for the shower.
Mike got his shower, put on Charlie's pajamas, then returned to the bedroom. Doug was standing there with a couple of lengths of rope in his hand, and a big grin on his face. "What's so funny, laughing boy?" Mike asked.
Doug explained another of the rules they played by; that if you borrow clothing, even pajamas, you got tied up wearing them. "You can take it now, or you can decline, and I'll tell Charlie and his cousins tomorrow!" said Doug. "Then, we all get a free tie on you!" Mike grumbled, and tried to talk his way out of it, but Doug was adamant. Finally, deciding that getting tied once was better than getting tied four times, Mike relented. Now, it was Doug's turn to sit on the bed, while Mike stood there with his hands behind him, waiting for Doug to tie them together.
Doug went easy on Mike, just tying his hands and feet, and doing it with bandages. "Hey, I saw something like this on TV last month!" Mike said. "Some kid got kidnapped, and the kidnappers didn't have any rope, so they tied him up with strips torn from a sheet!"
"That's where I got the idea!" Doug said, as he tightened the bandages around Mike's ankles. "Now, as you said earlier, 'Open wide!'" Doug wrapped another bandage over his prisoner's mouth, and as Mike had done to him earlier, Doug gave Mike a push that sent him on his side on the bed, then set the timer for 20 minutes. "I got away from you! Now, you have to get away from me!"
Mike struggled with his knots for almost the full limit of 20 minutes, before finally getting himself free at 18:32. Mike looked at the timer, and asked "What would have happened if I couldn't get loose?" Doug knew that the only "penalty" for failing to get loose, was getting tied up again, and trying a second time, but since this was Mike, Doug told him that if he couldn't get loose in the 20 minute limit, that he'd be required to invite Doug for a sleepover, and get tied up five times, any way that Doug wanted to tie him. "You guys are tough!" Mike said. Doug laughed. "We have to be to compete with you and the guys from your troop!"
Mike took that as a complement, then made a strange request. "Doug, tie me up again, and tie my arms and legs this time. And set the timer for ten minutes."
Doug wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and picked up some rope from the floor, then tied Mike's hands again. As Mike requested, Doug tied his ankles, then his arms and legs. "Anything else?" Doug asked. Mike said "No!", and Doug rolled up a bandana, and tied it over Mike's mouth.
Ten minutes later, the timer went off, and Mike was still helplessly tied. Mike "Mmmppfff'd" through his gag, and turned his tied hands toward Doug, obviously, a sign that he gave up, but Doug did nothing, other than snicker under his breath. Then, Mike pushed his gag out with his tongue, and said "C'mon, Doug. Get me untied!"
"Sure, Mike!" Doug said, but now, you owe me ten instead of five!" "What!" Mike asked. "Sure!" Doug replied. "You couldn't get out in the time limit, so that's five. Then you pushed your gag out, and you talked. That's five more."
Mike grumbled some more, but Doug chided him. "Mike, you set yourself up to fail, and we both know it," he said. "It took you nearly the limit to get free from just having your hands and feet tied, and then, you wanted your arms and legs tied, too, and the limit cut in half, knowing d**n well you wouldn't make it! Why? What's going on?"
Instead of answering Doug's question, Mike asked one of his own. "Next Friday, I'm having Mike and Jimmy Houghton, and Bill and Chris over for a sleepover. How would you like to come?"
Doug forgot about his original question, and immediately accepted the invitation. "It'll be like walking into the lion's den!" Doug said. "It ought to be fun!" Then his mind went back. "But why did you deliberately blow your escape?"
"Mike and Jimmy Houghton have been complete jerks the last week or two, and so have Bill and Chris. But we have our own rules, and one of them, is that if we get penalties on or against us or someone else, they get shared! So if you come over, I'm going to have to share those ten ties with them. You get two each, on all five of us."
That was a very pleasant prospect for Doug. Five of his biggest rivals, and he'd have them all tied and gagged at one time and one place. "They must have really pissed Mike off!" he thought.
Doug's mind drifted back to the matter at hand, and the reason he had invited Mike over in the first place - practice in getting loose. "C'mon, Mike! I'll let you do those hog ties you wanted to do!"
Doug pulled off the top of his pajamas, and allowed Mike to bind his wrists together. "Keep it simple the first time!" Doug said. "Just the hands and feet, then the hog tie!" Mike did as Doug had requested, then pulled out a bandana, rolled it up, and tied it over Doug's mouth. The start signal was given, and Doug rolled around on his bed, straining at the knots, and trying to gain a little slack. He was able to free the rope that hog tied him, and from there, it was a piece of cake to get loose. But it had taken him longer than ever before, nearly 10 minutes.
"Now, let me try those bandages on you!" Mike said, and Doug nodded. "You've given me just what I wanted, a real challenge!" Doug told his friend. "Glad to help!" Mike said. "Now get your hands behind you!"
Another 10 minutes passed, and Doug again made his escape. Mike was impressed with Doug's ability to get loose, and said so. "Nobody else can get loose when I tie them!" he said. "What about Allen and Scott?" Doug asked. Mike said "Well, they can do it, and Bill does it, too, but Charlie and Ronnie have never escaped from me, and neither have Mike and Jimmy Houghton, or Bill's little brother, Chris." "Cool!" Doug replied.
"I'm gonna tie your arms this time!" Mike said, "So you might want to put your pajama coat back on." Doug thanked Mike for the hint, and pulled his coat over his head. "Make this one a good one!" Doug said. "I can't get better if I'm not tested all the way!"
Five minutes later, Doug lay face down on his bed, his wrists, ankles, arms and legs tightly bound, his ankles drawn up to his hands in a hog tie, and a double rolled bandana tied over his mouth. This was as helpless as Doug had ever been, and when he started to try and get loose, he knew this was going to be one of the toughest challenges he had ever faced.
Doug struggled, then struggled some more, but only succeeded in gaining just a little slack. His nimble fingers felt the rope around his feet, exploring the loops for a knot. After several minutes, he found one, and picked at it until it fell loose.
Doug's legs fell flat on the bed. The knot he'd found was the one that had hog tied him, and now that it was loose, his hog tie was no more. Now, he strained to pull his hands under his butt.
The fact that his arms were cinched, hindered Doug's efforts, and ate up time on the clock. And Mike had a big grin on his face, feeling that he was finally going to win the battle over Doug. Then Doug's hands slipped down, and Mike's face fell. He could see that Doug was going to escape.
On the dresser, the timer's bell sounded, indicating that 20 minutes had passed. But Doug's hands were still tied, and he was still picking at the knot that held his feet. Three and a half minutes later, Doug was free, but he had not gotten loose in the 20 minute time limit. Mike was disappointed that Doug had gotten loose, but elated that he'd kept Doug tied longer than the time limit. "I guess I win that one!" he said. Doug conceded victory. "But I still got out!" he said.
Doug was also impressed with Mike's ability to tie, and asked him if he'd like to spend another night sometime next month. Mike agreed.
The boys were done for the night, but still had some life left in them as they climbed under the covers, and turned out the light. "That was really good, Mike!" Doug said. "You really gave me a workout!"
"Glad to help, Doug!" Mike replied. "I look forward to doing it again, only the next time, I'll bring my own pajamas, so you won't have an excuse to tie me up," Doug laughed. "I'll get my chance when I come over to spend the night with you and those guys from your troop! And by the way, do you have any jeans, sweats, and pajamas that would fit me? I just might forget mine!" Doug laughed at his joke, and Mike laughed right along with him. "If you forget something, I think we can find something for you to wear!" he said.
End
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