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by RichardUK
Chris really was getting his money's worth! As he spoke I realized the dire situation I was in. Once more I blushed and looked at the floor. If I had been able to cover my embarrassment all might have been well but suddenly one of the girls became suspicious and asked what was up. I made no reply but my three pals couldn't contain their giggles - I was sunk. The girls realized that the other three youngsters were all standing unnaturally close to me and demanded to know what was going on. Rather than try to cover up, the boys suddenly grasped me by the shoulders and spun me around to reveal my tightly bound hands. There was a short pause and suddenly the newcomers were all laughing hysterically. I wished the ground would open and swallow me up.
"Does he enjoy this sort of thing?" asked Jane, a rather pretty thirteen-year-old trying to stifle her laughter.
"Oh yes!" David replied with a giggle, "But there is more to this than meets the eye!" he added ingenuously. While I stood in the middle of the circle unable to hide my embarrassment, my friends gleefully narrated the circumstances leading up to my present predicament. I hung my head and silently swore revenge on my "mates".
When they had finished their tale Chris added, "Sorry, but Richard won't be going out tonight. He may be free later in the week."
Looking up, I suddenly realized that Angela was not joining in the general merriment at my expense and as Chris said that we must be on our way home she looked at me with big, sad brown eyes and said, "I'm so sorry Richard. Can I call on you tomorrow?"
Wow, are you serious I thought but replied, "OK, tomorrow morning if you like."
"See you then," she said, and was gone with her friends in a moment.
I turned and looked David straight in the eye and exclaimed, "Judas! I thought the idea was you would protect me!"
"So what's the problem? They were obviously going to find out what was going on, and hey, you got a date out of it! Anyway, watch your language - you are hardly in a position to start insulting your best buddies." He laughed and with that he launched a sudden attack on my ribs and sides with his finger tips. Unable to defend myself I tried to pull away but was prevented by James and Robert who each grabbed an arm. In moments, I was writhing about trying to avoid my assailant while giggling uncontrollably.
Chris watched with an amused expression on his face for a few minutes then said, "Come on, let's get you home," while at the same time he put an arm round my shoulder in a kindly fashion. For a moment I thought he was going to relent and release me but no such luck and we continued the last few hundred yards to our door where the others finally parted company. Now for the next hurdle - our parents. I had assumed that Chris would untie me before we went inside but again I was disappointed.
Sensing my reluctance to enter he said, "Oh don't worry. Mum and Dad are out for the evening with friends and won't be back till late. I knew all along but didn't see any reason to tell you!"
Once inside I waited expectantly for Chris to set me free but he had other plans and he ushered me upstairs to the room we shared as a games room.
"We need to have a chat. I'll fetch a chair so you can sit down". He left the room and returned a few moments later with a high backed dining chair, placing it in the middle of the room and telling me to sit down. Chris moved out of sight behind me and as I sat down I felt my arms suddenly seized pulled upwards and back and then forced down over the back of the chair. As I began to protest loudly he grasped my bound wrists and in seconds had lashed them tightly to one of the vertical bars in the seat back using a piece of cord he must have hidden in his pocket earlier for the purpose. I was going no place now.
"This isn't fair, Chris. I did what you wanted and you enjoyed my humiliation all the way home. Let me go now!"
"Be quiet Runt, or I'll have to gag you. Do I have to remind you how you got into this?" He didn't, and I really did not want my father involved. "From all I hear you enjoy being tied up so the walk home couldn't have been that much of a hardship." His first statement was certainly true but I wasn't going to admit that to my big brother! As for the walk home, I thought it was the most humiliating experience of my life and promptly told Chris so.
"Guess I have some bad news for you then, little buddy." My heart sank - what else did Chris think he could inflict on me?
"Gwen is out with friends at the moment but is due home before 8.00pm. I am going to keep you tied up so she can have a good laugh at you!"
Gwen was our sister, a year younger than Chris, very self-assured and a stunning good looker. Although always very kind to her "Baby Brother" she would never miss the opportunity of a joke at my expense. I began my wild protests again and suddenly Chris produced a tea towel which he quickly rolled up.
"OK, guess we do it the hard way," he said. "Open wide!" saying which he dropped the cloth across my mouth. I struggled frantically to avoid the gag but with my hands tied to the back of the chair I was not going anywhere. Chris knew only too well how to deal with this situation. He grasped my nose with one hand while keeping the towel in place over my mouth with the other. I continued to struggle frantically but after a short period I inevitably had to gasp for breath, Chris seized his opportunity and forced the cloth between my teeth. In moments he had tied it off tightly at the back of my neck and I was comprehensively gagged. I yelled my indignation at Chris but only managed a subdued mmpphhhf.
I glared at my brother over the tea towel while he said, "Sorry about the gag but I did warn you to keep quiet. I'll just finish off securing you to the chair and then leave you to meditate on your foolishness this morning."
He produced more rope from a pocket and knelt down at my feet. I guessed what he was about to do and lashed out angrily, launching a savage kick at my brother. He saw it coming, grabbed my leg, quickly pulled my trainer and sock off, got a loop of rope around my ankle and twisted my leg back around the chair leg. Holding it there with a knee he grabbed my other foot, again removed my shoe and sock and, with my kicking power thus reduced he took hold of both my ankles, brought them together, crossed them and lashed them together tightly, both horizontally and vertically. When he had finished he had a long length of cord left. This he passed under the chair using it to pull my bound feet back until my legs were doubled up beneath me, then keeping it tight he lead it up to my bound hands and tied it off there. There was no play in the rope what so ever and my toes were now just brushing the floor. I was going no where and Chris knew it.
"I'll leave you now until Gwen gets home," he said giving me a big grin. "Don't go far!" and with that, the door closed leaving me on my own.
I was furious with Chris for trapping me in this situation and struggled madly for some time but only succeeded in making myself hot and sweaty and my wrists sore. Finally I realized that it was futile and I would just have to sit and await my fate. As I cooled down, so did my fury and I found myself reflecting on the afternoon's events. The fact was that that walk had been the most humiliating experience in my life and I certainly wouldn't want to repeat it. On the other hand, there was no denying that it had also been strangely exciting, something which I hoped hadn't been too obvious!
After maybe a quarter of an hour Chris put his head round the door to make sure I was all right. He came across and tested all my bonds, giving my hands a playful yank which made me yelp into my gag. He pronounced himself satisfied that I had made no impression on them and left me alone again. This performance was repeated twice more and then, after I had been tied to the chair for a little over an hour I heard the front door open and voices down stairs. After a few minutes I heard the voices coming up stairs and I felt my heart beating fit to burst.
Chris came in and announced "I've brought you a visitor!" and as I turned a deep crimson yet again Gwen walked into the room, took one look at my bound and gagged form and promptly collapsed with laughter.
"Can't we do this more often, Chris?" she laughed, "it would certainly keep him out of mischief!" She came up to me and lifted my tee shirt.
"I had forgotten how skinny he is," she chuckled. "Could we perhaps see if he is still ticklish."
Both my siblings knew my susceptibility to this form of torture but Chris now surprised me by saying, "Not this time Sis. I think he has had sufficient punishment on this occasion".
He stepped behind me and began untying my gag. As he did so he told me he had told Gwen the reason for my predicament as soon as she got home. With my mouth free at last and having had time to reflect, I apologized for my foolishness on the beach that morning.
"That's OK," said Chris, "and your apology is accepted. I devised this plan after talking to some of your mates. They told me you were quite happy being tied up and I realized that only your dignity would be hurt by the walk home. I hope you won't feel inclined to risk it happening again! I must have another word with your mates and thank them. When they said they were coming home with us I suspected they would attempt a rescue but without them this wouldn't have turned out half so well!" As he said this, he finished untying my ankles leaving me still secured to the chair by my bound wrists.
"I shan't be risking this again!" I replied. "I didn't realize you were so expert at tying someone up. I shall have to think about what to do about my ‘friends’ but the next time you attend one of our meetings you are dead meat!"
"I really wouldn't use threats seeing your hands are still tied to the chair," Chris laughed. "You may be surprised to know that you are not the only one to enjoy tie-up games and, as for your next meeting well, I'll take my chances!" He untied my hands and I was free at last. I was covered in sweat and my shirt clung to my damp ribs. I dived for the shower and cleaned myself up.
I never did defy my parents ruling again, although some of my friends suggested it with wide grins on their faces, from time to time. This adventure had several outcomes, both good and bad. First, I got to go out with Angela (which oddly, Chris found wildly amusing), which I doubt if I would ever have accomplished otherwise. We got to hold our "game" a week later before the end of the vacation and the guys were so impressed by my brother's activities they invited him to join us. I inwardly said a silent prayer when I heard this as I thought it would give me my opportunity for revenge, although it didn't turn out quite as I imagined. Finally, our meeting with the girls rebounded on me after our return to school.
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