03 - The War
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By Terrence
Sunday, December 18th 2005 - 01:02:55 AM
The War
Thanks again, for the feedback.
As you may recall, my last story involved three boys my age and younger during the summer. You could say their plan worked, for after that I was humbled and actually enjoyed spending time with them, in fact, Austin invited me over to stay at his house, which was 2 hours away, for a long weekend in October. With my parents permission, he came and picked me up that Thursday night.
Although his cousins weren't there with us, we still had a lot of fun. Many of our games involved the capturing and imprisoning each other, and we would often play these games with his neighbors. Unfortunately, Austin was smarter than Jeffery (from my first story), so I wasn't controlling every situation.
One of my favorite games we would play was called War. A large group of at least ten kids (ranging from 16-14) would be split into teams. Which ever team captured the most people after two hours won and got a prize, which varied every time and was usually not decided until after the victor was declared.
In the story I am about to tell, there were 12 of us playing war, 10 boys and 2 girls, all within the age range of 16-14.
This one is rather long, and will have to be broken up into parts, and I have had to re-create some of the dialogue, my memory isn't THAT good.
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Part One: The Beginning of the War
I followed Austin upstairs as we went to change for the coming War.
"So we're playing war again?" I asked excitedly.
"Yup" he replied as he went into his room and changed from jeans to shorts.
"You're gonna wear shorts?" I asked, "It's like 56 degrees out there."
"Yeah, I can run faster and jump higher when I have shorts on" he reasoned before going in to his sock drawer and getting out a pair of white, very low socks.
"Well if your going to wear shorts, you should at least where long socks and a sweatshirt, otherwise you'll be miserable."
"Good idea" he said, putting the below-the-shoe socks back in the drawer and pulling out a pair of white over the calf socks and rolling them down so they hugged his ankle. "Come on," he said, "We'll be late." He grabbed a grocery bag full of something I couldn't recognize and ran off, I followed.
I chose to wear loose jeans a t-shirt and sweatshirt with my Vans.
When we got to the "Battlefield", Austin and I were split up and went on opposite ends of the playing area, much to my dismay because I knew no one else.
I looked around for potential hostages, my little coil of rope in my sweatshirt pocket. I saw one of the 14-year old boys, wearing shorts, a cream sweatshirt, bright-orange Volcom crew socks and tennis shoes and decided he could be my first victim. I snuck up to him, the one they called Josh, and quickly hand-gagged him, pulling him into some bushes with me.
Luckily he was cooperative, I, being a novice at what some call "ropes", tied a clumsy knot behind the kids back and led him to out prison. One of the girls, Ashley, got there with her humiliated 16-year old guy hostage before I did and we put duct tape over both of our new prisoners mouths. We heard a sharp scream which was quickly muffled and she offered to watch the prison while I went to save Morgan, the other girl.
They weren't hard to find. Brett, her 14-year old bother, tried to take her, but at the sight of me took off running. I quickly untied Morgan while I chased her little brother through the woods. He wore an orange t-shirt and white shorts and socks worn in the same fashion as Austin, so he was easy to spot through the greens and browns of the foliage.
We were right out of the woods when I dove and caught him, right around the ankle. I dragged him close and said, "Well, Brett, you gave a good run, but your coming with me."
I pulled out my single coil of rope and began tying his hands before something hit me from behind and I flew three feet over Brett and turned around. Austin was walking up to me, along with his buddy Drew (16), who was wearing a white t-shirt, running shoes and loose jeans and Cain (15), who was wearing khaki shorts, skating shoes, a green t-shirt and long, white sport socks worn sloppily up, who was helping Brock up.
"No, no Ter," he stated with a smirk, "I believe you're coming with us.! And at that, Cain and Drew each grabbed one of my arms around the armpit and dragged me clear across the field, Austin ahead of them and Brett following up.
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Part Two: In the Enemy Camp
Captured.
Not 5 minutes after the enemy, led by Austin, nabbed me, I was tied sitting down next to a tree. Sitting with my knees in the air, they tied my waist to the tree before tying my ankles, wrists and knees together. My mouth was stuffed with two dirty socks, straight off of Brett's feet, and was kept in my mouth from one of Cain's long socks, while the other was tied around the top of my head like a headband for laughs. Apparently, clean socks were in Austin's bag, to encourage his team to use the fresh socks on their feet on their prisoners, which is disgustingly cruel.
My captors stood a little ways off, deciding who should guard the prison. They chose Brett because he was the youngest and least likely to make any captures. Brett spent some of his time trying to "get me to talk". He removed my gag and began "torturing" me by shoving burping and farting in my face and other such trivial, yet disgusting things. When that didn't work, he re-gagged me.
After about 15 minutes of this, we heard muffled sounds that only a gagged person can make. It was Drew, he brought in the recently caught Scott, who was 15. He, too was wearing jeans and a brown t-shirt with brown vans like mine.
"I caught this one outside our base, looked like he was a one-man rescue party." Scott looked at me sadly with a pitiful look on his face, the illustration of the shame of failure. I at his attempt.
Scott was gagged with what looked like a pair of long black socks that a football or soccer player would wear, I looked down at Drew's feet and noticed that he was barefoot. He went over to the grocery bag and got a new pair out and put them on before he offered to take over for Brett, Brett happily agreed and Scott was tied on the other side of the tree just like I was.
I had been working on my wrists for the now 20 minutes that I was a prisoner and, finally, was loosening the knot. I waited 10 more minutes until Drew, who was already drowsy, started falling asleep. I untied my wrists before I untied the rest of my body and removed my bag.
After I untied myself, I went to go release Scott. Drew was still asleep while I was working, and as we crept out of the enemy camp, a twig snapped under my foot and Drew woke with a start.
"Run!yelled and took off out of the wooded camp, Scott at my heels. It didn't take long for the athlete, Drew, to catch up with us and he nabbed Scott, dragging him kicking and screaming back to his base. I must say, I felt guilty abandoning him after it was my fault he came near the camp and my fault that Drew woke up, but I had to run to safety.
I would save him later.
When I got back to base, our prisoners from before were gone, but no one else was missing except Scott. Morgan and Ashley were happy to see me, and we began discussing battle plans.
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Part Three: The War Wages On
We came up with a plan that was primarily offensive. Sure, we wanted to save Scott, but that wasn't likely until some of their team was captured.
Morgan and Ashley hid, one on either side of our camp. Me, a 15-year old named Will, who was wearing blue shorts, a red sweatshirt, skate shoes and ankle socks and Mike, who was wearing a black sweatshirt, jeans and black skating shoes, were supposed to lead them in to the clutches of Morgan, Ashley and out 14-year old Nick who wore attire similar to Brett's.
With our plan, we successfully captured Cain and Austin.
Before Austin had the chance, I had him pinned and we tied him to a pole really securely. All of our prisoners were bound to tall wooden stakes that were already in the woods when we got there. We gagged them with towels and other cloth materials, because the girls were disgusted with the sock idea.
Austin put up a serious fight and popped my knee out of place. I wouldn't be able to move very fast anymore.
After we had those three, Will, Mike I decided to go and save Scott. We prepared for a big fight, but when we got there, Drew ran away and we quickly released our teammate, but we had a surprise waiting for us when we were leaving.
Right as we were out of their camp, Drew gathered the rest of his teammates to stop us, they included Brett and Josh as well as the 16-year old we captured earlier named Trevor who was wearing an olive green sweatshirt, sort of high-water khakis, skate shoes long gray socks and a black and white beanie.
It was four to four, that is until Mike bolted away, leaving Will, Scott and I to hold our own against the four of them.
Drew, with some difficulty, pinned Will down and sat on him, while Trevor did the same with me. Poor Scott was attacked by both 14-year olds at the same time and was easily taken down and pinned.
"Alright," Drew said straining to hold Will, "We'll take these prisoners and hold them separately. Remember what Austin said about the socks, I'll bring you fresh ones as soon as I have Will secured here."
They each went their separate ways, taking their prisoners against their wills.
Trevor took me to the most dense woods the farthest away and put me in a tight hogtie that I would not be able to escape. He then shoved one sock in my mouth and tied the other around it. The taste was foul, like he'd worn them for more than one day.
After a few minutes, Drew came by.
"The little ones both want to be prison guards, so we left one in charge of Will and one of Scott. This one won't escape with your rope-work" he said pushing my face with his foot. "So you and me will lead the offensive on their base, we have to save Austin."
With that, the two took off and left me struggling against my tight prison and foul gag.
To Be Continued
Terrence
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Sunday, December 18th 2005 - 11:25:27 PM
The War-Continued
Thanks Nicholas H, those comments mean much coming from you. Your epics are bar-none the best this site has to offer.
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Chapter Four: Breaking the Deadlock
A feeling of despair filled my heart as I waited for a half-hour without any rescue. I couldn't help but think of what Drew and Austin would claim as their prize when they won this war, which was bound to happen given the current situation. I spoke with Austin about the "winning system" the day before, and, usually, the team that won took the other team as their slaves. I knew we only had a half-hour left before the war was over and I had to think of a way to escape.
Just then, Will came in and redeemed himself by releasing me.
"That was unacceptable Mike!" I said angrily after released, "Practically treasonous."
"I know, I'm sorry - but I can't take being captured like that, I feel so... hopeless and depressed."
"Well it wasn't a picnic for the rest of us either. I'll pardon you once we have released Scott and Will and captured the brats torturing them as we speak."
Mike nodded solemnly.
I went to release Scott and capture Brett. Scott had lay there that half an hour while Brett read, his feet over Scott's nose so that Scott had difficulty breathing. I released Scott and allowed him to tie Brett and kept him in charge of the little wretch.
I met the others halfway between the prisons.
"Well, lets go back to our camp. I hope the girls and Nick got away safely."
As we trotted north toward our camp, the other team was coming from the opposite direction. They had captured Morgan and Ashley.
"Let's make a deal Austin." I stated as we saw that both teams were on the same footing. "We only have a half hour left before the two hours are up. Let's extended the game an hour."
"Alright," Austin said with a nod.
"And we'll trade you our captives for your captives." I said confidently.
Austin looked at Drew and then back at me, "I suppose they are the four most defenseless in the game..." he reasoned. "But to keep the game moving, you ought to give us a hostage and we'll give you one."
The current captives were released and both teams went into a huddle. Nick hurried out of a nearby patch of brush once he realized it was safe.
"He is right, otherwise we'll never take risks." I said in a bitter-sweet tone.
"I agree," said Ashley and Morgan together.
"Yeah, but who are we going to give them?" Mike asked.
"Good question," I replied.
"Any time now Terrence," Austin said snidely.
"Any volunteers?" I asked jokingly.
They all laughed which released some of the tension in the air. After a moment of silence, Scott said, "I'll do it."
"No, Scott." I replied, "You've spent more time a captive than a free man."
"I know, but its for the better. My talents are needed in this game as much as the rest of yours. I'd like to think I helped the team in some way instead of hindering it."
I patted his shoulder. "Alright then." We broke our huddle.
When I turned around, Austin sat on the ground removing his long, thick socks.
"Alright then, give me my hostage." he said with a cruel, cold smile.
Scott looked back and gave me a grave nod before walking dignifiedly to Austin. Austin threw his arm over Scott's shoulders, his dirty socks brushing against the captives arm.
"Now time for you to hold up your end of the deal." I said with confidence.
Austin rolled his eyes and looked at Trevor and gave him a nod. Trevor walked in a cold manor over to me, which surprised all of us.
"Ciao." Austin said in the most obnoxious way possible before turning to Scott and saying, "Open your mouth." The hostage did as he was told and a sock was shoved in his mouth, the other tied tight around his head and his wrists were tied behind his back. As his new captors led him off, he looked back at us with a nod before Austin turned his head back around.
I looked at Trevor and said, "Follow me to your new prison."
He gave me a cold stare as we walked in the other direction towards our "camp",
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That's all I have time for right now.
We're over halfway through now.
Terrence
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Monday, December 19th 2005 - 04:15:06 PM
Rules of War
Certainly, I'll post a brief list of rules for War.
Gather at least 8 people who are willing to play. I suggest you don't invite anyone younger than 13 or 14 years of age.
Split the two teams so that they are equal in skill, a good way to do this is appoint to of the more dominant volunteers and designate them captains who will pick their teams, that way, no one will complain about unfairness.
Lay down the law of how people are to treat their prisoners; some kids can be really cruel and you don't want to get anyone hurt. (This is something we never did, but if you are going to use it as an activity in a camp, its a neccesity.)
The object of the game is to capture members of the opposite team and hold them captive. The team who has more prisoner after two hours wins.
The game should be played in a wooded area where there are places for people to hide.
Set clear boundaries so that no one wanders to far.
Give each player a standard set of materials, for instance, a coil of rope for tying and a few peices of cloth or a pair of socks for gagging. That way everything is fair when it comes to capturing and holding prisoners.
Try to make winning the game worth the effort. When we played, we would always have a prize for the winning team, although in our situation, it was actually the losing team.
These are the rules we played by.
I'll try to get the next few parts up soon.
Terrence
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Wednesday, December 21st 2005 - 04:28:27 PM
The War, Conclusion
Andy V, of course, I posted the rules for anyone who wishes to take them.
Mac, I did ask Ashley about this a little while after the game. Ashley is a pretty little thing who just turned 15, and I myself wondered how she captured the cunning Trevor. When the game began, she grouped off with Will and the two of them captured Trevor together. She did tie his wrists very tight, though and he could not escape.
Part 5: A Traitor Ends the War
We made a battle plan on the way back to our base with our new hostage. Everything was being made official when we finally got to the base and tied Trevor up to a pole and gagged him with duct tape.
The plan was to stick together and have two people guarding the base and hostages, and because I was the only one who hadn't, I voulenteered to take the first run along with Mike.
After 10 minutes of casual conversation with Mike, I had to pee. I went deeper into the woods and did my business, but when I came back the camp was empty. Both Mike and Trevor were gone. I ran out toward the enemy camp to see if they liberated Trevor and captured Mike in my absense, but as soon as I left the camp I was jumped on by Mike.
While Mike pinned me and I cursed him for being so traitorous, Trevor tied my wrists tightly behind my back and Mike gagged me with the deep blue socks off of his feet. I was then taken to the enemy camp in secrecy by Trevor while Mike went to go and surprise the recently spotted Nick.
It didn't take long for the rest to be captured and taken to the enemy base, and after 15 minutes, Cain and Drew dragged the last one, Will, to where they held everyone else.
I was promptly untied and, as the accpeted leader of the group, admitted defeat.
Everyone was kept bound, while Austin held the "Winning Ceremony", where each claimed their prize.
After a short confrence with Drew and Cain, Austin declared they're claim.
"As the winners of this war, we decided that we deserve a prize. Am I right Ter?"
"Yes, yes, you're right." I said irritably.
"We have decided that we will each take one of you as our prize. You will be our slaves. Now, I will judge who will get to pick first and then second and then so on. The first one who gets to pick is Trevor, because we had to spare him to keep the war going. Go ahead Trevor."
"I pick Ashley." He said, "I won't make her do any work or nothing, I just want her to do some of my homework and I want to keep her tied for a little bit." This didn't surprise me, I knew he would want some revenge after being captured by a girl, especially one he liked. "Alright, you pick next Brett. You picked last, last time."
"I pick my sister Morgan. I want to torture her." Brett said. Austin rolled his eyes, and said, "Fine. Drew, you pick next."
"I'll take Scottie over there." Drew pointed at Scott and then put on a redneck accent, "I got plans for you boy." Eeryone laughed.
"Alright, I'll go." Austin said, "And I pick Terrence." No surprise there. "Cain, you can have Nick, and Mike, as we promised, you can have Josh. Sorry bud, I'll make it up to you."
Poor little Josh was frustrated to tears as he was tied at the wrists and gagged with Mike's sweaty socks. Mike was grinning from ear to ear.
Each took their new "slave" and went home with them. Austin, as it turns out, chose me to prevent me from having to spend the rest of the day tied in Cain's room. When he took me home, he untied me and we played video games until I had to go home.
We had a few more war games, but this was my first.
Terrence
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Terrence's stories
- 01 - Selling my Freedom (m/m)
- 02 - The Cousins Grim (mmm/m)
- 03 - The War (m+f+/m+f+)
- 04 - I'd do anything to get gagged (m/m)
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