05 - I take a dare
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By Jon J
Thursday, July 6th 2006 - 06:29:22 PM
I take a dare.
Thanks Nicholas H., and I will write one.
This happened on Monday.
I took my neighbor, Jeff, along with me to the swimming pool when he said his Mom wouldn't let him go alone. He's 11 and knows I go to the pool at the park almost every day. Usually I go with Connor, Roger and Pete, but they were all busy and I didn't want to go by myself either.
When we got to the pool and was changing in to our swim suits, he noticed some red marks on my arms and legs and asked what they were. My friend Connor had tied me up that morning on one of our bets, when he was over, and the marks were still there.
So, I told Jeff they were rope marks from a game of "escape" that me and Connor played a lot. I bragged that I could escape from any sort of tie up. Jeff just smirked and said, 'Yeah, right".
We went out to the pool to swim, and had a great time swimming and diving. Jeff was a pretty good swimmer, and I told him he could come with us anytime he wanted to.
On the way home, as we talked of other things, Jeff asked me if I could really get out of anybody's tie up. I told him I sure could, bragged again of how good I was at freeing myself, even from any of the Scouts in my troop. Actually, I was dropping hints all over the place.
Finally I said, "I will even let you tie me up and show you I can get out of any way you tie me. Want to try?"
"I bet I could tie you up so you couldn't get loose", Jeff said, "But, you have to do it yourself, ok? Get out I mean."
"'course," I said. "Don't worry, you won't have to untie me. I'll be out of it a few minutes after you get me tied, you'll see."
We went straight to my room, after grabbing a couple of Mountain Dews from the kitchen, and I pulled the box of ropes from under my bed.
"Wow", Jeff said, "You got enough ropes to tie up a elephant in there." He reached in and pulled out the first rope, about five ft. long, and said, "OK, you asked for this. Turn around and cross your hands."
I did as he told me, and he began looping the rope around my wrists, then across and finally cinching it in between my wrists and pulling it all tight. He made the knots behind my hands, so I couldn't reach them.
I began to think that perhaps Jeff had done this kind of thing before. It had not occurred to me to ask him if he had ever been tied up, or tied anyone else up.
I was even more sure that he knew something of what he was doing when he quickly tied my elbows close together and said, "That's so you can't slide your hands under your butt and get them in front and use your teeth."
"Now Jon, please," He was grinning at me now, "Lay down on the bed, on your belly, and cross your feet too."
He then tied my ankles like he had my hands, crossed and in between, with the knots out of reach in front. I was already thinking this was going to be harder to get out of than I expected. I was only hoping I wouldn't embarrass myself if it took me much longer than I told Jeff it would.
I turned my head to see Jeff holding up one of the twenty foot lengths of rope.
"Now I'll show you why you won't be getting loose from all this by yourself."
He tied one end of the rope around my ankles, then took a couple of turns in between. He then drew the rope through my hands and pulled, while pushing my legs down until my heels were touching my butt. I was in a good hogtie.
Wrapping the rope around my hands a couple of times, he then took the remainder of the rope up to the one securing my elbows and at last tied it off with several knots.
"There ya go Jon. Let's see you get out of that one. Ha, ha. You can't get to the only knots that will let you untie the rest. Your fingers sure can't stretch that far up. Oh, I forgot to tell you something. Me and my cousin used to do this all the time. When I tied him like this, he never got out of it. You won't either. But, remember Jon, you asked for this."
He walked over to where his shoes and shirt had been thrown, picked them up, and headed for the door.
"Hey, where you going", I was worried now. "If I can't get out, you have to untie me Jeff."
"Oh, no. You said you could get out of anything, if I tied you up. And you said I wouldn't have to untie you, remember?" He laughed out loud then, and said, "Well, you asked for it. I am not going to untie you. Have fun!"
He walked out the door, closing it be hind him, still laughing as he went out the front door.
I just lay there on the bed for a few minutes, pulling and tugging a little on the ropes. I guess I was in a bit of a shock. I remember thinking that my Mom wouldn't be home for another three or four hours. Great. And I could hardly move, and was certain by now that I wouldn't be able to untie myself. I was stuck.
The ropes weren't so tight that they hurt any place, and I really wasn't that uncomfortable. But being so helpless and alone, I guess I panicked a little, and began thrashing around and jerking at the ropes trying to pull one of them loose. Nothing gave at all, so I quit jerking at them in a few minutes and lay still. I sure didn't want to roll myself off the bed hogtied as I was.
After what must have been an hour, I heard the front door and thought I also heard my name called. My guess was that Jeff had returned to see if I was still all tied up as he had left me, and rub it in some more. Or hopefully, let me go.
I was turning my head as the bedroom door opened, and saw Connor's face peeking around the door, his eyes as big as quarters. Then he burst out laughing, and hurried over to the bed.
He didn't untie me right away, but started tickling one of my bare feet, still chuckling and looking me over.
"Who did this to you Jon, and left you like this?"
"Stop doing that and get me untied" I yelled at him. "The knots are up there on my arm I think."
It took Connor almost ten minutes to untie me. I explained what had happened and told him if was Jeff who had tied me up and left. I added that he had tricked me. After all, I was 13 and embarrassed that Jeff, an 11 year old, had pulled such a good joke on me, and that I fell for it.
It could have been much worse, if it had been my Mom who had come home to find me tied up, and trying to explain it to her.
I expect to have my turn at Jeff before the Summer is over.
Jon J.
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Jon J's stories
- 01 - Fun at a friends house (m/mm)
- 02 - Rainy day fun (self/m, F/m)
- 03 - A bet on the rain (m+/m)
- 04 - Fun Scout lesson (m/m)
- 05 - I take a dare (m/m)
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