More Tales From The Woods - Chapter 3

by RichardUK

At 5 pm Chris announced that it was time to leave. Mike's followers thought Chris's notion hilarious and several lengths of rope were produced without hesitation at the latter's request. Surrounded by the expectant crowd, Chris ordered me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I had always enjoyed the sensation of being bound (and still do) but I complied with his request reluctantly on this occasion. Chris took hold of my hands and crossed my wrists and I felt the first loop of rope tighten around them as all the while my brother received good advice as to how he should tie me up. I had never been tied by Chris before and it was a strange sensation. He handled my arms very gently but never the less tied my hands tightly and securely. The rope was looped around my wrists both horizontally and vertically several times before being cinched off and knotted well beyond the reach of my fingers.  As Chris released my hands and admired his work, I tested my bonds. My brother certainly knew what he was about - no way was I going to be able to untie my hands without assistance. I suddenly realized that my hands were tightly bound behind my back and there would be no going back on the deal - I would remain that way until Chris was good and ready.

Chris put his arm round my shoulder and made his farewells to the other boys. I meanwhile hung my head to hide my embarrassment while the others gathered round me to inspect Chris's work and some of them gave my hands a playful tug extracting a series of yelps from me. They pronounced themselves well satisfied and confirmed my belief that my freedom would be entirely at my brother's discretion! They then surprised me by slapping me on my back and saying how pleased they were that I was not risking being grounded. I couldn't help thinking that they might have shown how pleased they were by being a little less enthusiastic in producing the rope which Chris had used to tie my hands and in offering their support to his scheme! David and co. now surprised Chris by announcing that they would accompany us home. I think he realized what they had in mind and this wasn't on his agenda, but it was too late for him to modify his plan so he was forced to accept it.

We headed for the edge of the wood and the beach road. With the shops, bars and cafes etc. near the beach I was afraid it would be busy and suggested an alternative, longer (and quieter) way home but Chris would hear nothing of it - he was clearly going to milk this one for all it was worth! More distressing was the support he received from my three buddies. Once my hands had been tied their attitude subtlety changed! They were now enjoying my distress enormously, which only added to my embarrassment. I was now afraid that, at the first sight of other people they would at least renege on the protection they had offered, or worse still, actively draw attention to my predicament.

My worst fears, at least initially, proved unfounded. As soon as we approached the first group of people, two of the boys moved close either side of me, while the third fell back a couple of paces. Several people passed us without comment and I assumed that my tied hands would be hidden from behind by my rear escort. If anyone had noticed, I was determined to avoid their stares and kept my eyes glued to the ground in front of me, all the while blushing to the roots of my hair.

This continued until we were passing the first beach cafe when Robert suddenly suggested we should stop for a coke. If my hands had been free I swear I would have throttled him! Chris considered for a moment and then said, "Good idea!"

I pleaded desperately with him to change his mind but the only response I got was, "Well we are going to have one. You can stay out here on your own if you prefer." I really felt this was a little unfair but I slunk in with the others. There were only a few tables occupied and we found one in a corner much to my relief. I sat uncomfortably on a chair with my back towards the wall and glared at my mates who only laughed at my distress.  Chris collected the drinks and thoughtfully provided me with a straw. I drank as rapidly as I could but didn't dare to try to persuade them to hurry as I was afraid they would only delay our departure further.

We finally left the cafe, so far as I could tell unobserved and Chris said, "See, that wasn't too bad." The others burst into fits of giggles seeing my embarrassment. They had kept close to me during our unscheduled stop but now they shifted their allegiance once more and I became the butt of their humour. They referred to me as "The Jailbird" and the more self-conscious I became, the more unrestrained were their jokes.

At one stage Robert said, "Cheer up, he could have insisted on your being gagged as well!" I pointed out there was little point as I was the quietest one in the group but this didn't stop them badgering Chris to bind my mouth. Finally he silenced them by making it clear this wasn't on and I breathed an inward sigh of relief.

I have already mentioned that our journey was approximately two miles. Once we left the beach area we followed a rough footpath through trees and scrubland. This was an improvement since we were less likely to meet anybody but I was amazed how tiring it was to walk without the free use of my arms. Although I new that struggling was a waste of time I had been working my wrists ever since we set out and they were now quite sore. Additionally, several times Chris, or one of the others had saved me from falling after tripping over rough spots but when I pleaded to be set free Chris reminded me of the alternative.
"And stop struggling too. There is absolutely no point in your doing so and you'll only make your arms sore!" he added. I stopped working my hands and did as I was told.

To get to the residential area we were faced with a climb up a long flight of steps which was broken into flights of about 15 steps interspersed with short landings. Normally my friends and I would take this at a run but this time I was out of breath after the second flight and, unable to hold onto the rail, had to be helped up the remaining twelve or so flights. By the time we reached the top I was gasping for breath and was unconscious of our surroundings. A girl's voice brought me back to earth with a thump.

"Hi Richard, we are thinking about seeing a movie later and wondered if you would like to join us." I looked up to see a group of five girls, all of them classmates of my friends and myself. The speaker, Angela, was a petite brunette, quite charming, who I had the hots for but had never dared (at twelve years old!) to approach and here she was asking me to go to the cinema!

For a moment I had forgotten my tied hands but as my buddies formed their protective shield Chris spoke before I could get in a reply, "Sorry, but Richard is going to be a bit tied up for a while! You might like to arrange something later in the week…"

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