Just Your Average Nerf War (fff/m)
Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2025 8:43 pm
My heart was bursting with excitement as Mom pulled into the Taylor family driveway. Today was the day of our ultimate Nerf War. Two teams, sixteen players, all-out battle. My best friend Matthew had been planning this for months. Word was, he even convinced his sisters to join in this time.
Now normally the presence of girls would not create any enthusiasm in a group of 12-year-old boys. But Matthew's sisters were different. I'd grown up going to their house as long as I could remember. They were friends as well.
His youngest sister was just 9, but she was wild and down for anything. She was always hanging around and wanted to do everything we did, and more often than not, we let her. Her name was Freya, and she had curly brown hair with big, curious eyes.
The second-oldest sister was named Natalie. She kept her blond hair trimmed short in typical tomboy fashion. Typically dressed in a tank top and jean shorts, her arms were already well-toned, even at age 15, as she played many different sports.
And then there was Heather. Heather was 17 and she let her straight brown hair flow down to below her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with kindness and she always seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying when you talked to her. I could never admit it to Matthew, but I was developing a bit of a crush on her.
After saying goodbye to my mom, I headed around back to where everyone else was gathering. As I was the last to arrive, everyone looked up when I came around the house.
“Hey Lenny,” called out Matthew, giving me a wave.
“About time you showed up,” teased Freya. I scowled at her, and she stuck out her tongue at me. All in good fun, of course.
“How are you?” greeted Heather, giving me an embrace as I reached the group. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt, with a red bandana tied on her arm. I noticed Freya had one around her forehead, and I guessed that they were probably team indicators.
“I'm good,” I said, and Heather flashed me a smile. I quickly turned to avoid blushing. Natalie made eye contact with me and gave me a courteous nod, which I returned. She also had a red bandana on her arm.
“We're just about to start,” said Matthew, handing me a Nerf gun. There were no hugs exchanged between us; we didn't need them. “You're on my team,” he added on, passing me a blue bandana.
I nodded, tying it to my forearm while adjusting to the feel of the Nerf weapon. It was a battery-powered automatic. I was very happy with the weapon, although slightly disappointed by the team assignment. I had been hoping I could hang with Heather. Oh well, just had to make the best of it.
The teams separated to their respective sides and divided up to hide their flags. Matthew put ours in a weeping willow in their front yard and asked for a guard to protect it. After nobody volunteered, Matthew decided that he and I could do the trick. After about 15 minutes, he realized why nobody had wanted this role; it really was quite boring. Instructing me to stay there, he set off to scout out enemy territory, leaving me all alone.
I crossed my arms and leaned up against the tree. I couldn't believe I had drawn the short straw, so to speak. I scanned the area, looking for enemies, hoping for action. But nobody came.
Until…
A rustling drew my attention. Somebody was coming! I quickly ducked for cover and watched as three figures appeared. As I observed them, I realized that it was Matthew's sister. Natalie scanned the yard with her gun at the ready while Freya followed behind and Heather brought up the rear. I willed myself to stay quiet while they walked past the shrubbery where I had hidden myself, completely unaware of my presence.
Their backs were turned to me: it was now or never.
I burst from hiding with a battle yell and fired a burst in the girls’ direction. They instinctively ducked, and the darts flew over their heads. Reacting more than thinking, instead of opening fire again, I called out “don't move!”
The girls froze.
“Drop your weapons!” I ordered. After a moment, Heather threw aside her Nerf gun, and then her sisters followed suit. They raised their hands and turned slowly to face me. Natalie glowered when she saw me.
“Lenny?” she practically groaned.
Heather instead smirked, seeming almost impressed. “You got us. What now?”
Before I could respond, Freya's face lit up. “Ooh, are we prisoners?” she exclaimed. I could only frown in surprise as she went on. “I always wanted to be captured!” she declared.
“Freya,” hissed Natalie, her arms still raised.
“What?” shot back Freya. “He and Matthew always capture each other, and it looks like fun!”
“Fun?” questioned Natalie.
Freya nodded. “Yeah, they tie each other up with ropes!” She turned to me “are you gonna tie us up too?”
“Uh…” I didn't know what to say.
“I think you should tie us up!” she beamed. “Here, let me get some rope!”
And with that, Freya scampered off and disappeared into the house. I looked back at my other two captives, who both looked as confused as I was.
“Is this really happening?” asked Natalie.
“I mean…are you okay with it?” I asked.
Heather laughed. “I used to tie Matthew up all the time. It was really fun. I guess it's only fair that I experience the other side of things now.”
I gulped slightly. She was being so casual about it. I looked over at Natalie, who shrugged a little.
“It seems like Freya's got her mind made up. Besides, I played Houdini with our cousins, so it's not like this is my first time.”
“Cool, cool,” I said, feeling very uncool right now. Was I really about to tie up Heather? She was 17; practically an adult! I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it previously, but I never thought in a million years that I'd ever get the chance.
“Got ‘em!” My thoughts were interrupted as the front door burst open and Freya came running out with three ropes in her hands. She was eager, almost too eager. She needed to watch her step, I thought, right before Freya proved my concern correct as she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground.
My captives and I froze. She would either pop up unharmed, or else…
The sound of crying reached my ears and caused my heart to sink. If Freya was crying, that meant the game was probably over. Heather immediately rushed to her side, while Natalie turned to me.
“Nice one,” she said.
What did I do? I wondered. But before I could voice anything, Heather called out and waved me over.
“What's wrong?” I asked as I approached.
“Does this look right?” asked Heather, holding up Freya's knee. I took a look. It was dirty, but didn't seem to be cut or bruised or anything.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, slightly confused.
Suddenly, Freya's face flashed with a mischievous grin. “Now!” she called out!
Before I could react, Heather clapped a hand over my mouth. “Mmmmmph!” I cried out in shock, unable to form any words. Heather's other hand slipped under my arms while Freya leaped into action, wrapping a coil of rope around my ankles.
I struggled and pulled, fighting this turn of events for all I was worth. Finally, with a mighty effort, I slipped free from Heather's grasp. Unfortunately, Freya had finished tying my ankles together, so I immediately lost my balance, falling to the ground. At the same time, Natalie had dashed over to assist her sisters.
The girls took my arms, rolling me over to lay face-down. Natalie pinned my wrists behind my back while Heather began to bind them with rope. I tried desperately to shake free, but it was no good. Soon I was bound hand and foot, humiliated and defeated.
“Ha!” taunted Freya. “Who's the prisoner now?”
I groaned. “No fair!” I protested, wiggling slightly to see if there was any give in the ropes. There was not.
Heather walked over to the front of me and looked down at my face. “You know,” she said, “I kind of like you like this.” I blushed again.
“I dunno,” said Natalie, “I feel like it's missing something. Hand me that last rope.”
I struggled in vain as Natalie took the final piece of rope and headed behind me. Following her instructions, Freya lifted my feet in the air and Heather pulled my arms back. Natalie looped the rope through my wrists and around my ankles, pulling tightly to trap me in a hogtie. I was truly helpless.
“Aw, is the little prisoner uncomfortable?” teased Freya.
“Struggle all you want,” stated Natalie. “You aren't going anywhere.”
“Yeah, you're our prisoner forever,” declared Freya, nudging my ribs with her toes. I jerked involuntarily.
“What's this?” asked Natalie, an evil tone creeping into her voice.
“Is the prisoner ticklish?” asked Heather. A shudder ran through my body. I couldn't help it. Having Heather call me a prisoner was so delightful. I was starting to enjoy my predicament a little bit.
“Ooh, let's torture him!” exclaimed Freya, approaching me with her fingers curled threateningly.
“Wait!” ordered Heather. Freya paused. “Give me your bandana.” As Freya removed her bandana, I could see it was covered with dirt and grime from when she had let herself fall to the ground. It began to dawn on me what Heather intended, and I shut my mouth tightly, shaking my head as she approached.
Heather bent over, bandana balled up in her right hand. With her left, she reached out and took me by the cheek. Squeezing slightly, the pressure encouraged my mouth to open, and as soon as it did, Heather stuffed Freya's dirty bandana inside. Before I could spit it out, Heather removed her own bandana, stretching it out to jam one end into my mouth, holding the other cloth in place, then tying the end behind my head. She gave me the sweetest smile, and I gave a sigh. I was done for, and I was accepting it at last.
“Now,” asked Heather, “what parts do you each want?”
“I get the ribs!” declared Freya.
“Armpits,” stated Natalie threateningly.
“Then it looks like it's feet for me,” said Heather.
I felt my shoes being untied, then removed, and then my socks were pulled off. And then out began. The most vicious tickling I had ever experienced. It was like electricity jolting through my body. I thrashed and pulled, flopping around like a helpless fish. I was defeated and humiliated. Tied up, held captive by three girls, completely at their mercy.
But when the tickling mercifully stopped, a new feeling came over me. Joy. Pure, utter, delightful joy. I didn't want this to end. I looked up at Heather with tears streaming down my face, both from embarrassment and from delight. Heather looked back down at me.
“Want us to stop?” she asked.
I took a deep breath, then shook my head. Heather smiled.
“Then we won't,” Heather said, and the torture resumed.
Now normally the presence of girls would not create any enthusiasm in a group of 12-year-old boys. But Matthew's sisters were different. I'd grown up going to their house as long as I could remember. They were friends as well.
His youngest sister was just 9, but she was wild and down for anything. She was always hanging around and wanted to do everything we did, and more often than not, we let her. Her name was Freya, and she had curly brown hair with big, curious eyes.
The second-oldest sister was named Natalie. She kept her blond hair trimmed short in typical tomboy fashion. Typically dressed in a tank top and jean shorts, her arms were already well-toned, even at age 15, as she played many different sports.
And then there was Heather. Heather was 17 and she let her straight brown hair flow down to below her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with kindness and she always seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying when you talked to her. I could never admit it to Matthew, but I was developing a bit of a crush on her.
After saying goodbye to my mom, I headed around back to where everyone else was gathering. As I was the last to arrive, everyone looked up when I came around the house.
“Hey Lenny,” called out Matthew, giving me a wave.
“About time you showed up,” teased Freya. I scowled at her, and she stuck out her tongue at me. All in good fun, of course.
“How are you?” greeted Heather, giving me an embrace as I reached the group. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt, with a red bandana tied on her arm. I noticed Freya had one around her forehead, and I guessed that they were probably team indicators.
“I'm good,” I said, and Heather flashed me a smile. I quickly turned to avoid blushing. Natalie made eye contact with me and gave me a courteous nod, which I returned. She also had a red bandana on her arm.
“We're just about to start,” said Matthew, handing me a Nerf gun. There were no hugs exchanged between us; we didn't need them. “You're on my team,” he added on, passing me a blue bandana.
I nodded, tying it to my forearm while adjusting to the feel of the Nerf weapon. It was a battery-powered automatic. I was very happy with the weapon, although slightly disappointed by the team assignment. I had been hoping I could hang with Heather. Oh well, just had to make the best of it.
The teams separated to their respective sides and divided up to hide their flags. Matthew put ours in a weeping willow in their front yard and asked for a guard to protect it. After nobody volunteered, Matthew decided that he and I could do the trick. After about 15 minutes, he realized why nobody had wanted this role; it really was quite boring. Instructing me to stay there, he set off to scout out enemy territory, leaving me all alone.
I crossed my arms and leaned up against the tree. I couldn't believe I had drawn the short straw, so to speak. I scanned the area, looking for enemies, hoping for action. But nobody came.
Until…
A rustling drew my attention. Somebody was coming! I quickly ducked for cover and watched as three figures appeared. As I observed them, I realized that it was Matthew's sister. Natalie scanned the yard with her gun at the ready while Freya followed behind and Heather brought up the rear. I willed myself to stay quiet while they walked past the shrubbery where I had hidden myself, completely unaware of my presence.
Their backs were turned to me: it was now or never.
I burst from hiding with a battle yell and fired a burst in the girls’ direction. They instinctively ducked, and the darts flew over their heads. Reacting more than thinking, instead of opening fire again, I called out “don't move!”
The girls froze.
“Drop your weapons!” I ordered. After a moment, Heather threw aside her Nerf gun, and then her sisters followed suit. They raised their hands and turned slowly to face me. Natalie glowered when she saw me.
“Lenny?” she practically groaned.
Heather instead smirked, seeming almost impressed. “You got us. What now?”
Before I could respond, Freya's face lit up. “Ooh, are we prisoners?” she exclaimed. I could only frown in surprise as she went on. “I always wanted to be captured!” she declared.
“Freya,” hissed Natalie, her arms still raised.
“What?” shot back Freya. “He and Matthew always capture each other, and it looks like fun!”
“Fun?” questioned Natalie.
Freya nodded. “Yeah, they tie each other up with ropes!” She turned to me “are you gonna tie us up too?”
“Uh…” I didn't know what to say.
“I think you should tie us up!” she beamed. “Here, let me get some rope!”
And with that, Freya scampered off and disappeared into the house. I looked back at my other two captives, who both looked as confused as I was.
“Is this really happening?” asked Natalie.
“I mean…are you okay with it?” I asked.
Heather laughed. “I used to tie Matthew up all the time. It was really fun. I guess it's only fair that I experience the other side of things now.”
I gulped slightly. She was being so casual about it. I looked over at Natalie, who shrugged a little.
“It seems like Freya's got her mind made up. Besides, I played Houdini with our cousins, so it's not like this is my first time.”
“Cool, cool,” I said, feeling very uncool right now. Was I really about to tie up Heather? She was 17; practically an adult! I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it previously, but I never thought in a million years that I'd ever get the chance.
“Got ‘em!” My thoughts were interrupted as the front door burst open and Freya came running out with three ropes in her hands. She was eager, almost too eager. She needed to watch her step, I thought, right before Freya proved my concern correct as she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground.
My captives and I froze. She would either pop up unharmed, or else…
The sound of crying reached my ears and caused my heart to sink. If Freya was crying, that meant the game was probably over. Heather immediately rushed to her side, while Natalie turned to me.
“Nice one,” she said.
What did I do? I wondered. But before I could voice anything, Heather called out and waved me over.
“What's wrong?” I asked as I approached.
“Does this look right?” asked Heather, holding up Freya's knee. I took a look. It was dirty, but didn't seem to be cut or bruised or anything.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, slightly confused.
Suddenly, Freya's face flashed with a mischievous grin. “Now!” she called out!
Before I could react, Heather clapped a hand over my mouth. “Mmmmmph!” I cried out in shock, unable to form any words. Heather's other hand slipped under my arms while Freya leaped into action, wrapping a coil of rope around my ankles.
I struggled and pulled, fighting this turn of events for all I was worth. Finally, with a mighty effort, I slipped free from Heather's grasp. Unfortunately, Freya had finished tying my ankles together, so I immediately lost my balance, falling to the ground. At the same time, Natalie had dashed over to assist her sisters.
The girls took my arms, rolling me over to lay face-down. Natalie pinned my wrists behind my back while Heather began to bind them with rope. I tried desperately to shake free, but it was no good. Soon I was bound hand and foot, humiliated and defeated.
“Ha!” taunted Freya. “Who's the prisoner now?”
I groaned. “No fair!” I protested, wiggling slightly to see if there was any give in the ropes. There was not.
Heather walked over to the front of me and looked down at my face. “You know,” she said, “I kind of like you like this.” I blushed again.
“I dunno,” said Natalie, “I feel like it's missing something. Hand me that last rope.”
I struggled in vain as Natalie took the final piece of rope and headed behind me. Following her instructions, Freya lifted my feet in the air and Heather pulled my arms back. Natalie looped the rope through my wrists and around my ankles, pulling tightly to trap me in a hogtie. I was truly helpless.
“Aw, is the little prisoner uncomfortable?” teased Freya.
“Struggle all you want,” stated Natalie. “You aren't going anywhere.”
“Yeah, you're our prisoner forever,” declared Freya, nudging my ribs with her toes. I jerked involuntarily.
“What's this?” asked Natalie, an evil tone creeping into her voice.
“Is the prisoner ticklish?” asked Heather. A shudder ran through my body. I couldn't help it. Having Heather call me a prisoner was so delightful. I was starting to enjoy my predicament a little bit.
“Ooh, let's torture him!” exclaimed Freya, approaching me with her fingers curled threateningly.
“Wait!” ordered Heather. Freya paused. “Give me your bandana.” As Freya removed her bandana, I could see it was covered with dirt and grime from when she had let herself fall to the ground. It began to dawn on me what Heather intended, and I shut my mouth tightly, shaking my head as she approached.
Heather bent over, bandana balled up in her right hand. With her left, she reached out and took me by the cheek. Squeezing slightly, the pressure encouraged my mouth to open, and as soon as it did, Heather stuffed Freya's dirty bandana inside. Before I could spit it out, Heather removed her own bandana, stretching it out to jam one end into my mouth, holding the other cloth in place, then tying the end behind my head. She gave me the sweetest smile, and I gave a sigh. I was done for, and I was accepting it at last.
“Now,” asked Heather, “what parts do you each want?”
“I get the ribs!” declared Freya.
“Armpits,” stated Natalie threateningly.
“Then it looks like it's feet for me,” said Heather.
I felt my shoes being untied, then removed, and then my socks were pulled off. And then out began. The most vicious tickling I had ever experienced. It was like electricity jolting through my body. I thrashed and pulled, flopping around like a helpless fish. I was defeated and humiliated. Tied up, held captive by three girls, completely at their mercy.
But when the tickling mercifully stopped, a new feeling came over me. Joy. Pure, utter, delightful joy. I didn't want this to end. I looked up at Heather with tears streaming down my face, both from embarrassment and from delight. Heather looked back down at me.
“Want us to stop?” she asked.
I took a deep breath, then shook my head. Heather smiled.
“Then we won't,” Heather said, and the torture resumed.
