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Discovered! - Part 2 |
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| Slowly, the door creaked open and a voice that carried a soft southern drawl spoke. “Tyler! You forgot your ball at the field! The front door was open so I …” SLAM! Realizing it was Adrian, my cousin Tyler had emerged from his hiding spot and slammed the door shut in the boy’s face. I sighed, because luckily, Adrian had not seen me tied up on the bed from where he had stood. He couldn’t have, since the bed was out of sight: a short corridor communicated the entrance to the actual room. “Oh…uh… thanks Adrian, please just leave it out there. I’ll pick it up later,” my cousin answered, slurring his words. Noticing a strange tone in Tyler’s voice, Adrian asked both curious and concerned, “Is everything ok? Can I come in?” “No!! “Err… I mean… this really isn’t a good time… I’m getting dressed you know.” “Ok then,” Adrian said unsatisfied, but continued, “by the way, can I talk to Nick? I wanted to say goodbye because I know he’s leaving in a few hours and –” “He can’t right now. He’s taking a shower.” “Oh well… just tell him he can come to my place anytime to see my war medal collection he asked about.” “Ok, Adrian, I will.” “Thanks, bye.” “See ya.” He’s leaving, I thought. I’m going to be relentlessly tortured for hours, tickle-torture and God knows what else – and he’s leaving! I gotta get him to free me. Tyler can be real creepy sometimes. I can always make something up to explain all this. Yea. I began screaming loudly through my gag, several times, literally shouting my lungs out. Yet nothing. But then, when I had lost all my hope and resigned to be at Ty’s mercy for the whole afternoon – if not the whole day - it came to my ears a sudden change on Adrian’s voice as he asked once more, “Wait a minute, What was that !?!?” Tyler tried to control his desperation when he spout, “What? I didn’t hear anything. It must be Tyler singing in the shower, hehe.” But this was way too strange and suspicious. Adrian demanded him to open up. “I don’t care if you aren’t dressed, just open it NOW!” Because there was no lock on the door – Tyler had broken it one time his brother tried to trap him inside the room – Adrian started pushing it until my cousin couldn’t resist anymore and was thrown to the floor. I heard them wrestling and when they appeared through the corridor Adrian had overpowered his opponent by holding one hand behind his back and putting an arm around his neck. Now Tyler stood in front of me firmly held by Adrian, to whom Tyler had no chances competing against. Our eyes locked. “Mpppphhhh!!” I truly believed Adrian would have found at least shocking to see the unfathomable scene of me snugly bound and gagged, his mind quickly switching to fear at what might have happened if he hadn’t shown up. But if I have learned one thing in this life is that never, ever, things turn out like you think they will. “Well, well, what do we have here?” Adrian said gleefully as he laid Tyler on his stomach next to me and pulled both of his hands back. Adrian was now laughing and looking delighted at my bonds. Still holding Tyler down, he even ran a finger through the soles of my helpless feet! I immediately giggled and started to squirm as much as I could. “We have a hyper-ticklish one here!” he exclaimed. Adrian was indeed thrilled - as for me, I was astounded to learn that the one I had expected to free me turned out to enjoy my captivity. “Why did you tie him up?” Adrian asked Tyler, looked at me, then wondered, “and judging the sweat all over his body you must have tickled the shit out of him, didn’t you?” Tyler frowned. “Yeah, but he deserved it for what he did to me at the game and you know that. He should to be tickled to death!” There was true anger in his voice. “Now you know it, let me go”, he added. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen, Tyler. I have other plans for you and your ticklish cousin. This is too much fun!” Adrian said with a smirk. My destiny was in their hands; I didn’t know which was more frightening, to continue with my cousin’s tickle torture or the unknown, perhaps evil fate that awaited if Adrian became possessor of both Tyler’s and my freedom. Adrian pinned Tyler with a knee on his back, and then put inside his mouth the only sock Tyler had left – he had used the other one to gag me -, securing it with his hand. The boy picked the phone on the table lamp and dialed. “Stay quiet now, I’m gonna make some phone calls. One peep and mercy is the last thing you’ll get from me.” Tyler and I nodded. We listened as he conversed, for our amazement, with Phil, Adam and Chris, asking them to come to Tyler’s house and bring what he called “the bag”. I was more puzzled and lost than Tarzan in a trip to New York (I know, bad analogy). But none of that concerned me at that point. The only thing I wanted was some WATER. Damn I was thirsty. When Adrian was over talking, I mphhhed to catch Adrian’s attention. “Do you wanna say something?” I nodded vigorously and he started to unwrap the duct tape, a painful procedure that pulled part of my hair off. Finally, the wet sock was removed, which gave my aching jaw some relief. “Thank you, I needed that,” I said gasping for breath and then begged him to give me some water. “Sorry Nick, but it’s not very wise to drink much water before a tickle-session. I don’t want to see you wettin’ your pants if I do like this…,” he replied and tickled my sides. I went wild. “Hahahaha no hahaha, please hahaha I hahaha understand!!!! No, hahaha more, hahaha stop haha, I haha beg you!!!” He then retrieved his hand, looking pretty satisfied with my laughing, the blond scoundrel. Adrian then announced, increasing in excitement, “I’ve got something to tell ya: the guys and I have a kind of tie-up group.” My heart stopped. "All through summer and winter breaks we travel to my farmhouse and spend weeks playing all sorts of games. I’ve wanted to invite you for a long time, but I just didn’t know how you’d react to tying and being tied up… Actually, I’ve always wanted to tie Nick up.” He smiled at me. “Of course no one’s forcing you,” he quickly added, I guess due to the astounded look on my face, and then he smiled wickedly, “but if you accept, I promise you loads of fun!! “So, what do you say?” I simply couldn’t believe what I had just heard. A group of rope-crazy boys playing in the woods? This was the best news I heard since the time one of my teachers lost the test I knew I had flunked in. I was just too startled to respond. Tyler then nodded and when asked, so did I. “Great!” The other boys, as if they had been waiting for a sign, appeared through the corridor and froze. “Woaah!” they all said. “You got them tied up! Hahaha,” Chris exclaimed. “Yes, and because they agreed to enter our group, now they must be initiated!! Get the ropes!” Adrian commanded while he yanked Tyler’s shirt over his head. Adam fetched two coils of rope from the bag and handed it to Phil and Chris who started wrapping them around Tyler’s wrists and ankles. As they worked I noticed their knot-expertise, a skill they all seemed to share. Adam used a third rope to pull Tyler’s bound wrists, arching his back, and hogtie him so tightly his fingertips touched his heels. The boys stepped back and admired their work. Tyler then tested his bonds and realized he could barely flex his fingers. They asked him if he was ok, to which my cousin answered affirmatively. I did not receive the same treatment although it wasn’t more comfortable either. Firstly, several hands untied my wrists. I knew this was only temporary, but nevertheless allowed me some time to rub my aching arms. Then my feet were untied from the rope on the ceiling; I was turned on my back, and my bound feet were lashed to one lower post of the bed. Chris then pulled my arms up, as much as they would go, and I felt the first loop of rope tightening around my wrists. They again lashed my bound wrists to the opposite side of the bed, leaving my armpits, legs, ribs and belly totally exposed. I tested the rope, and although I tried to get some slack, I wanted to remain like that forever. The feeling was awesome; it was snug, tight, but not painful, which meant I was going nowhere. And like Tyler’s, all knots were beyond the reach of my fingers. After we were duly secured, they proceeded. “The initiation consists of 3 tickling sequences of 5 minutes each,” Adrian explained, keeping a ceremonial tone. “You’ll be given a small period of time to recover and in any moment, if you say ‘I give up’ we’ll immediately stop and you will have failed. Do you understand?” We objected (fucking 5 minutes!) but we weren’t in the best position to negotiate. We just nodded reluctantly. I couldn’t but strain at the ropes and feel an enormous torrent of fear as the boys approached in pairs: the two blond brothers, Adrian and Phil, stood in front of me; Adam and Chris were to torture Tyler. Suddenly, someone shouted, “Now! Begin!” |
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