02 - Boy Scouts Comes Through Again
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By Al
Friday, November 29th 2002 - 09:19:41 PM
Boy Scouts Comes Through Again
This is a story that happened to me this weekend. It involved me, my neighbor, his mom and his sister a little.
I am a 16 year old boy (home sick from school) and am in Boy Scouts. My neighbor, Pat who is 13, just joined the Scouts. He started very late and wanted me to teach him a little bit of the stuff so he could get on his way up the ranks.
I suppose I should begin about a week ago, Pat was over my house playing with my brother, and it was just the three of us in the house. I was in my room watching TV, when Pat came in, with a knife I have in his hand. He and I jokingly wrestled for a sec with the knife and I banged it out of his hand. The way we ended up he was on his stomach and I got on his back. He was laughing, and so was I, I said "Pat you've got to pay for that one".
There was one of my leather belts on the ground, the kind with holes all the way around it and with two buckles, so it locks as tight as I want. I grabbed it, and grabbed Pats arms and pulled them behind his back. I did not tie his wrists with it but his elbows behind his back and fastened it. Before he knew what happened I ran to the closet in my room and grabbed my bag of rope. I turned to him and he was not struggling to get out. He was close, but not close enough. I again forced him on to his stomach and now tied his wrists with the rope and his ankles then hogtied him. I made him promise me not to touch any more of my stuff, and then I let him go. As he was leaving soon after he told me that I needed to teach him that stuff, knot tying. I thought nothing of it.
That is until this Saturday, when Pat called me and asked me to get my rope and come over; he was trying to get a new achievement in his book. Thinking it was lashing or something, I brought over the whole bag. As I climbed the stairs to his porch I heard voices that sounded angry and one laughing. I knocked and he said "come in", and when I did I saw a truly great site. His older sister, who was also a real beauty, was rolling around on the carpet, hogtied. Pat was trying to control her thrashing and put tape over her mouth. She said "Al, help!". tossed Pat off and untied her; she got up hit Pat, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left for work.
As she left we heard the garage opening and knew Pats mom was home. Pats sister must have told her what happened, because when she entered the house she scolded Pat, and said "didn't I say not to tie up your sister anymore?" And she thanked me for letting her go. Pat said so mom what are you doing for the rest of the day? She said "nothing". So he asked if she would let him test out some knots on her, so he wouldn't have to practice on his sister. I was looking on, hoping. Then she said "fine, just let me go to the bathroom first"
She came out and had her brown hair tied in a pony tail, a HARVARD U sweat shirt on and a pair of tight spandex running pants on. She had white Keds Tennis shoes on with thick white socks pulled over the running pants. Joy, that is her name, said "Ready". Pat said "Go in the family room, and sit down". He had already put a chair there. She sat and held her hands in front of her. Pat began to tie them. He did not do a good job, and within five mins his mom was free. She said better keep practicing. Pat said lets Al try and see if he can do it. Joy agreed and again held out her hands. I said behind you please. She kind of gave me a look like how did I know that was coming.
I then tied them tight enough that it would take some struggling to get out of, but I also tied her wrists on top of the thick sweat shirt, so it wasn't all that tight. And though I crossed her ankles, I had to tie them over her sweat socks, so they weren't all that tight either. She was out of that in twenty mins, but it took a lot out of her. She was red faced and sweating. But like always she kept her competitive attitude, and claimed no one could hold her. Pat was wrecked that I could not do it. But I had an answer for that; I said "that is because your shirt and socks are too thick I can't tie the limbs tight enough". She still confident said "ok then I'll take them off".
When she did her fate was sealed.
She took off her sweat shirt and she had on a matching t- shirt, which was short sleeved. Then she took off her shoes and tossed them to the side, then finally her socks. This is when I noticed her fingers and toes matched and were French Tipped. She said one more try, again putting her hands behind her back for me to tie. I crossed them and she would kind complain when I turned the rope around her wrists, making it tighter. Then I tied it off where her fingers could not reach. Then I walked around to the front and again and crossed her ankles and tied them so she would not be able to uncross them if she wanted to.
She said "done?". I said "Nope!". Then I went over to my bag and began to pull ropes out of that, I don't think she knew how much rope we had. She rolled her eyes and said "continue".
I tied above her knees and had Pat tie them below. Then I got the longest rope I had and tied her upper body, pinning her arms to her back. Now she began to get antsy and kind of moved around a little in the chair. We said "now you can't move at all, right". She was angry she could not get out on her own and wanted to spite us. She said "No, I can more my fingers, toes and I can talk". Then she bit her tongue, and knew she might have gotten her self in trouble. Pat said "we could change that for you mom". Then he went over to my bag and pulled out its contents. More rope, a ball of twine and 4 bandanas. He took the twine and 2 of the bandanas and walked over to his mom again. He got a pair of scissors from the kitchen and cut a length of twine and tied her thumbs together, them he did the same and tied her big toes together, then tried to gag her. She would not open her mouth for him to insert the balled up bandana. I called him over and suggested that we tickle her until she opens her mouth. That was to be the plan, tickle and stuff. I was to tickle her feet. I did and she hollered and Pat got it in and tied another one around to hold that one in. It worked pretty well.
After we had watched her struggle and she was convinced that she could not get out on her own, I decided to untie her. At this point all the ropes and gags had held with out a big problem. I knelt down next to her and began to untie her. Pat did not like this idea and wanted to keep her our hostage. The game was over, and she lost and wanted to be freed.
Pat dove at me in an attempt to stop me from untying her. Quickly I wrestled him to the ground and hogtied him again with the remaining rope. Then went back to work untying Joy. She was thankful I had untied her and now also thanked me for controlling Pat. I told her I was leaving and, she asked me to leave the rope, she had plans for it. This is when I got the feeling that at least Pat was going to be tied up again. I didn't leave like I said I was going to. I went out and looked in the window. Joy was kneeling down next to the now barefoot Pat. She was attacking him with her long fingernails. He was bucking around and laughing. I kind of felt bad and decided since it was my knot holding him I should do something. I got out me cell phone and called over there. I saw Joy leave his side and run to get the phone. When she picked up I told her I thought I had left my wallet over there in Pats room. She told me she would check and to hold on a minute. Pats room was up stairs so that would give some time. I ran in the house and told Pat to hang on I would help him. Just then Joy came back on the line and said that it wasn't and that she didn't know where it was. I said "oh I must have lost it on the way home". She said "I have to take the dog out for a walk, I'll keep my eyes peeled for it". I said "thanks" and hung up.
Looking in the house I saw Joy reenter the room and tell Pat that she had to take to dog for a walk. Brushed his feet one more time and left with the dog on her leash. As she left, I entered the house, and untied Pat. We would devise a plan to get her as she came in after the dog walk.
With a little brainstorming we decided to take the stealth approach. We set up slip know in front of the door and the plan was that when she came in we would pull it tight on her, I didn't think it was a bad plan, cause it wasn't. She left the dog outside and came in the door where we had planned. I still can't believe it worked as well as it did.
When she came in she stood with her feet together in my loop. I couldn't believe in worked that well, I jerked the rope and it tightened on her ankles. She was caught. I began pulling hard knocking her off balance. Then as planned the person not holding the rope would take her down. That was Pat and he pushed her over and guided her to the ground. I ran in wrapping the rope around her ankles like I was a rodeo cowboy. I tied her ankles tightly. She didn't bother to put her socks back on to take to dog for its walk. She also didn't put on her sweat shirt.
Once I had finished, she began to kick her legs, trying to work the rope loose. By this point she was tiring and on her stomach. Pat had already gotten a slip knot around her wrist and had control of one of her arms. With some effort he was able to grabber her other arm and finish the tie. He crossed them and tied them very well; I would see that she wasn't going to escape. Now that fighting was not an option she pleaded and apologized. Pat didn't want to hear it, it was now revenge time.
We lifted her up onto her knees and tied her elbows together with a very long rope and also wrapped it around her body a bit. Her arms were very tightly tied and stuck to her body. I really loved the look of her fingers scurrying around trying to find the knots. We then helped her to her feet while Pat stabilized her I tied her knees. Above and below with two separate ropes, both cinched. With Pats help we carried a bound woman into the family room and laid her down on the carpet floor, where she would stay for some time. We let her buck around on the floor for a while, all the while laughing at her vain attempts at freedom.
After 15 mins she laid exhausted on the floor, and begging for mercy. I told her I was going to do what ever Pat wanted since this was his revenge. Pat said that he wanted her to taste her own medicine. So together we got more rope and tied one end to her ankles and the other end to the rope circling her body at the elbow. I then tied another rope from her ankles her wrist completing the hogtie. Pat then took great pleasure in methodically untying her clean white tennis shoes and revealing her feet. They looked real good since she has huge big toes. I like that look, good for toe tying. Pat went to work tickling while I watched TV, more watching her than the TV. After 5 mins Pat got some tape and gagged her. We then watched her struggle and MMMPPGGH.
It was a fun learning day. After about a half hour we tickled her some more and untied her. After we all had some good laughs, Joy's last words to me this has been fun we should do it again soon. Hopefully this will come true. Sorry about how long it is but it is vivid. Angie would love to talk to you one on one, let me know how that sounds to you.
Al
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Al's stories
- 01 - Bound by a College Girl (F/m)
- 02 - Boy Scouts Comes Through Again (m/m, mm/F, f/m)
- 03 - Annnnndrea (Mmm/F)
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