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by Tom Ford
In the last story, we launched an attack at David’s house, successfully ambushing both of them. We, however, had a verbal spat with David’s younger sisters, who got us back by freeing Andrew and David for a considerable price. We were surprised - again- as we suffered our second defeat in a row, and for me, the third one.
Using the knowledge I accumulated from previous tie up games, I concluded that:
1) Your captive must be tied securely and any sharp objects that might be used to free him/herself should be removed from the vicinity.
2) Your knots should be placed where the fingers cannot reach. If possible, use knots that cannot be easily untied.
3) Try to win over younger ones (those below nine) who cannot participate in games but can interfere with the game by untying anyone he/she wants and tickling.
After the last game, we went over to my place, where we played games. None involved tie-ups. We also played with our younger siblings, Betty, Barney, Ben, John and Lawrence, and my Uncle Harvey, six years old. Harvey was a late surprise for my grandmother Irene Ford, who gave birth to Harvey in 1960, when she was 42. My grandfather, John, was also 42 (my father was born in 1936, when both my grandparents where 18, and my Uncle Richard in 1938, when my grandparents are 20. My grandparents both married a few days after my grandfather’s 18th birthday). My grandparents moved to our town in 1962 from their home in suburban Boston.
I began planning for the next game, which I scheduled to take place in Sunday morning. None of us thought that there would be a tie up game in the afternoon - until then, there had only been one tie-up game per day and most of our games happened in the morning. So all of us expected no tie up games in the afternoon; at least most of us expected none.
Frank and Donald ate lunch at their home, while I ate lunch at mine. We had planned to meet at two, after lunch, in our living room to discuss our next operation. So, to pass the time, I played with my younger siblings.
Donald arrived at about one thirty-five in the afternoon. We greeted each other and decided to join in our playing while waiting for Frank. At one fifty-six in the afternoon, Frank arrived. We greeted him and immediately went to our living room. I got straight to the point.
“So the question is, how do we win the next round?” I said.
“That’s easy, plan an ambush, apply it and then we win,” Frank said.
“How? We haven’t won a single game,” Donald said.
“And both games we lost were ambushes,” I added.
We were quiet for a few moments.
After about forty seconds, “Why did we lose in the two games?” I finally asked.
“Because in the first we were clumsy, in the second they were lucky,” Frank replied.
“Then how do we win in the third game?” Donald asked.
“By avoiding our mistakes, and doing better,” Frank replied.
“Okay, okay, we all know how we lost, now let’s plan our next game,” I said. “Now, we will do the operation tomorrow morning, after church, just like before. We then separate those two using one of the young ones, and take them down one by one once were in the house.”
We agreed on this plan. We then decided to go out and play.
However, “Tom, could you help me,” my little brother John asked, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
“Sure thing,” I said. Then John gestured for me to follow me to his room.
“Need any help?” Frank asked.
“No. I can handle this. Just wait for me outside. I’ll just call you when I need you,” I said.
“Alright. Just don’t take too long,” Frank said.
With that, I followed John to his room. As I entered the room, I said, “What’s the problem?”
“Oh it’s not me who has the problem,” John replied with a sinister tone, “it’s you.”
When he said that, a hand grabbed me from behind. When I started to struggle, another boy joined in restraining me. I tried to shout, but the boy behind me clamped his hand over my mouth. It was Andrew who was behind me; David was the other boy.
“Surprise!” Andrew said. He then released his hand from my mouth but the rest of my body was still tightly held by the two boys. I knew better than to shout or open my mouth.
“Open wide,” David said, holding wadded handkerchiefs in his hand.
I refused to open but when Andrew pressed my nose, I was forced to open my mouth, and when I did, David shoved the handkerchief into my mouth. David then wrapped duct tape around my head six to seven times.
They then laid me on the floor, pulled my arms behind my back. Andrew then took a long white piece of torn sheet and tied around my wrists. He then took similar torn sheets and tied them around my ankles, knees and thighs. He then took a piece of rope, about three feet long, and tied it to my waist and used another rope to bind my upper body, pinning my arms to my sides. He then finished by taking a piece of rope, tied one end of it to my wrist, and pulled my feet as close to my wrist, and tied the other end of the rope to my feet place me in a hogtie.
“Get his friends and tell them that Tom here needs help,” Andrew said to John.
John then left the room shouting, “Frank, Donald!, Tom needs you!” while I hoped that somehow, Frank and Donald would not be surprised and would be able to fight them two on two.
Whatever hope I had was quickly dissipated when Frank alone went into the room, “Hey Tom, what do…?”
He never finished his sentence. He was tackled by both David and Andrew, and tied and gagged exactly as I was bound and gagged.
“Two down, and one to go,” David triumphantly announced.
A few moments later, Donald entered the room, saying, “Sorry guys for taking so long, I …”, again, Donald was tackled, gagged by stuffing a sock into his mouth and wrapping duct tape around his head. Unlike Frank and me, his wrists, ankles and knees were tied with rope, not torn cloth. Andrew used constrictor knots, which were secured by double square knots to tie Donald up. He was then led to a chair where they duct taped his upper body to the chair. He took a piece of rope and tied it to his feet, pulled it backward so that Donald’s feet did not touch the floor, and tied the other end of the rope at the back of the chair near his wrist. Andrew had taken care that the knots could not be reached by Donald’s fingers.
Andrew, David and John then began the usual tickle torture. They tickled us for thirty minutes with the usual 2-3 minute breaks. John would have tickled us to death without the breaks, had his older brother not restrained him. As usual, we went nearly crazy. We mmmppphhhhed a lot, tried to wiggle, struggle, and fell to our sides. They then took off our shoes and socks and tickled us more in the feet.
After the tickling, David carried and placed me on the floor to the left side of John’s bed. He then took a rope, tied one end it to my wrist, and tied the other end of it to the foot of the bed. Andrew did the same to Frank on the right side of the bed. Then they left us.
We tried to struggle as soon as they left. But as usual, they did a thorough job. I tried to scan the room from where I was bound, and I could not see anything which I could work with. I tried to communicate with my companions, but intelligible conversation was out of the question. They too were struggling against their bonds. And like me, it did them no good.
I gave up after 10 minutes. I then tried to reflect upon my situation. Obviously, I had suffered my fourth defeat in a row and my companions suffered their third. I then told myself that we must win the next game that we planned for tomorrow morning. This was the first game we played in the afternoon - the first day there were two tie-up games. I figured that one of the reasons we failed this time was that nobody expected an afternoon attack.
Twenty minutes passed. I lay on the floor, waiting for my captors to free us. Then the door opened. It could not have been Andrew or David. They usually wait for the thirty minutes before untying us. Maybe it was John. But I realized that the boy who entered was my younger brother Barney (7). I saw him just walking in the room, amused at seeing his older brother, cousin and their friend all tied up. He walked across the room and came to me.
“Andrew did this to you?”
I nodded.
“He sure did a good job on you.”
He then started walking away, but I mmmmpppphhhhh loudly. I think I got his attention because he came back to me.
“Want me to untie you?”
I nodded.
“Okay, but you give me a dollar when you’re free.”
What could I do? I nodded.
“Alright. He then went and pulled at the knots to the rope that connected my feet to my wrists. Soon, I was loose from my hogtie. He then went and began to untie the torn cloth binding my wrists. Soon my wrists were free.
“Uh oh!” Barney suddenly said, and quickly darted out of the room.
It was already twenty six minutes pass since my captors left us. Time is running out. I quickly untied the ropes at my upper body, but only with difficulty. I then race to untie the rest of my body. I untied my knees, thighs and ankles. But as I was removing the last torn cloths from my ankles, the thirty minute mark had passed. I then raced to Frank and Donald, still with gag, hoping against hope that Andrew and David would not return for another 10 minutes. They arrived exactly on time, though.
“Well, well, well. Look who is trying to be an escape artist?” Andrew said as he laughed at my being free but still gagged.
They then came and pounced on me. Soon, I was hogtied the same way I’d been hogtied before. According to our unwritten rules, if you returned to find you captive untying his/herself, you can retie him/her again for another hour.
We were tickle tortured by John, Andrew and David. We gave usual screams, shouts, wiggling, struggling and laughing. And we were given the usual two to three minute breaks. After that, we were left for the usual half hour. I had hoped that Barney or somebody would come and untie us again, but this time, nobody came to our rescue. When John, Andrew and David returned, we were pretty much in the same position when they’d left.
They untied us, declared another victory for them, and we in turn made the customary swearing of revenge. After that, the usual congratulations for the day. We were not mad or angry, but excited and still more determined to win.
“By the way, how did you escape?” Andrew asked.
“The same way you escaped the last time!” I answered.
That ended the last tie-up game of that Saturday. We resumed our planning, determined to win tomorrow’s morning tie-up game. After suffering four consecutive defeats, we were not optimistic about our prospects of winning, but not less determined.
Did we win on that Sunday morning? Read the next part and find out.
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