Mason : 10 - Target Practice (m/fm) - Mason's Childhood Bound stories
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Mason's Childhood Bound stories
10 - Target Practice
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Nicole, better known as Nicky also had a younger brother, whom I shall call R. He could be an absolute pest at times (I am quite sure you all know how annoying younger brothers or sisters could be!) There was one memorable occasion when we joined forces to exact revenge in the most appropriate way possible. We got in big trouble for this one!
At the time, R was around 8 or so years old and in that great tradition of bratty younger brothers (or sisters) more or less insisted on joining in our games or merely aping our actions. He was of shortish height possessing a quite stocky build with a thatch of wild unruly light brown hair, which generally never responded well to brushing (which I am sure he deliberately cultivated just to annoy his mother.) He had a ready sense of humour and idolised his older sister, Nicky. Unlike her older brothers, with whom we did not get on well with and concealed our tie-up games from, we actually got on quite well with R. However, they did have the usual occasional brother-sister spats, usually ending up with R in tears and having to be comforted by Mrs. C.
On the day in question, I remember being highly excited (actually 'highly excited' just does not describe my feelings of sheer joy and excitement at the time) for I was leaving the next day on the overseas trip of a lifetime to visit my rellies in England and old, historic London with its wonderfully gruesome Tower Of London (I could hardly wait to see all the ancient restraint and torture devices they employed in those less enlightened medieval times) Europe, then on to America - New York, the "Big Apple," and the Empire State Building, San Francisco with its tall sailing ships, towering redwood trees and the Fisherman's Wharf - and best of all, from the point of view of an over-excited 12 year old, DISNEYLAND!! The Magic Kingdom, home of many of my childhood heroes such as Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Capt'n Hook et al. My first ever plane flight in the still relatively new Boeing 747 Jumbo was to be the icing on a very large cake.
So I am sure you can well understand just how over-excited I was on the eve of the big trip (2 months in duration - I had even received special dispensation from my school to miss classes on the grounds such a trip was 'educational' Yes!) Needless to say, while Nicky was happy for me, her enthusiasm was muted for not only was it myself going and not she but she would also have to endure the next two months without me. Two months for young eleven or twelve year old kids is practically a lifetime….
On the eve of the trip, we had been playing the usual tie-up games outside for it was an unseasonably warm winter's day. Nicky and myself had been taking turns to tie each other up to the same tree, previously mentioned in my earlier humiliation at her hands when she discovered that maybe I did like being tied up just a little more than I was supposed to. It would have been around this time, when I was untying Nicky from the tree that R wandered up and watched with the proceedings with great interest. As usual, it took some time to untie Nicky for she had insisted on being tied up tight to the tree. Once I had finished untying her, R piped up, "Could you tie me up too?"
While R had previously seen several of our earlier tie-up games, he had previously shown little interest in joining in, which suited us fine, for little brothers were merely tolerated rather than active participants in our various activities - unless under special parental order compelling us to include him in our games etcetera. R's motivation for wanting to be tied up just like his older sister was simple - he wanted to copy most anything she did (note: this did not extend to playing with dolls!) in the manner younger siblings do worldwide, rather than any real desire to be tied up for gratuitous "sexual" pleasure of the kind I had been trying so hard to conceal from Nicky.
On this occasion, we'd both had our fill of bondage games for the time being. Perhaps it was the devil that made us do it? Whatever. Nicky and I looked at each other and it was the work of moments for us to reach an unspoken consensus - lets tie him up but good!
Grinning wickedly (which fortunately or unfortunately as the case may be, R did not see) Nicky said, "Sure, we'll tie you up if you want!"
Happily, R bounded over to the tree and stood next to it, waiting for us to tie him up. Amused, Nicky chided, "Not so fast, R! We still have to untangle this rope." Indeed, there was a lot of rope to be sorted out, for we both believed that in order to be properly tied up, plenty of rope was required. "Want to help?"
"Naah, I'll wait." In hindsight, perhaps it was this unwise comment and laziness, which was to lead to the events to follow. I remember the way Nicky merely shrugged her shoulders and let his statement pass without comment. After a few minutes we has succeeded in untangling the mass of rope and sorting it into various lengths.
"Ok, R, we're ready!" Nicky exclaimed. "Stand with your back to the tree and put your hands behind your back"
Delighted with our apparent willingness to include him in our games, (for once!) R immediately jumped up and eagerly waited for us to begin tying him up. "Not like that," Nicky said. A devilish gleam had appeared in her eyes. It was a look, which I knew presaged trouble for the unfortunate R. "Like this. You put your hands behind the trunk, so that its between your hands and body."
"Oh, I see," he said. "You mean like this?" R asked, placing his hands behind him, the tree trunk separating his hands from his body.
"Exactly like that!" Nicky said. It was obvious that she was pleased with her 'victims' cooperativeness. "Now cross your wrists in a X." As R readily complied with her instructions, she said, "That's fine." I watched, with that by now familiar stirring in my groin as Nicky picked up a coil of rope and began tying R's hands, criss-cross fashion, together. From personal experience, I knew he would not escape for Nicky was by now a most accomplished 'bondager' for want of a better word.
Once she had tightly bound R's hands, I joined in the fun, tightly tying his ankles and knees together, while N secured him to the tree with another, very long length of rope. She wound it around and around him in the same manner she had done for me earlier
"Ow, that's too tight! It's hurting," R complained. "Not so tight!"
"Do you want us to untie you? This is how we tie each other up!" Maliciously, she added, "Remember? You wanted us to tie you up! You asked us to tie you up, remember?"
"Ok, ok, go on," R hastily added, clearly unwilling for us to untie him and exclude him from our company forthwith. Without further ado, Nicky continued to bind him ever tighter to the unyielding tree. Having secured his legs, I bound and cinched the ropes attaching them to the tree, until he stood there, virtually mummified in white rope.
Nicky finished things off by tying more rope around and around R, at waist height, pinioning his hands to the tree, preventing him from gaining any leverage to somehow work the ropes loose. He stood there tightly and helplessly tied up.
Normally we would have gagged him at this point, if only to shut up his complaints, that it was "too tight" but we failed to do so, being distracted by the arrival by a couple of the local kids, S and B. They had come around to see me off and share in the small farewell party Mrs. C was going to put on for us. Nothing special, just party pies, sausage rolls and soft drink. In fact, I could already smell cooking coming from the kitchen.
Our oversight in not securely gagging R was ultimately to prove our downfall.
S and B had a good old-fashioned belly laugh at R's predicament, poking and prodding him and teasing him in the way young kids do, meanwhile effusively complimenting the two of us "for getting him out of our way." Nicky strutted and preened, delighting in having not only tied up R so successfully but in gaining the admiration of the others in doing so.
Suddenly, Mrs. C appeared on the outside patio, with our food and drinks. As usual, she had made far too many party pies and sausage rolls. Enough to feed a small army Ah, mothers! What would we do without them?
As she set the food down on the table, she noticed R still tied up to the tree. "Are you all right?" Unconcerned, for she was used to our tie- up games, she casually asked, great amusement evident in her voice, "Are you OK?"
R nodded in approbation - yes (at least for the time being he was OK)
Turning to us, she asked us not to forget to untie him soon, so he could have something to eat. Nicky and myself assured her that we would not forget to untie R. Yeah. Satisfied with our reply, she left the back patio, leaving us to our devices. Forgetting her admonishment to untie R soon, we hungrily and greedily tucked in to our party pies and sausage rolls.
"Hey, I want some too! Untie me! I'm hungry!' R called out to us.
"Tough! You can wait till we're finished!" somebody (I can't remember who) taunted.
"Waaagh! Untie me! UNTIE ME!" R yelled, "I'm hungry!"
Now, I still do not remember who fired the first shot for everything happened so fast, the exact details are hazy. I do not know what made us do it; I guess it was just the excitement of the moment. Someone (not me!) called out, "Well, if you're so hungry, have this!"
Saying so, he let fly with a (still warm and really quite mushy) party pie in R's direction. It missed and splattered against the back fence behind R's bound form. This was the signal for the rest of us to open fire, so to speak. There was plenty of ammunition at hand, for Nicky's mum had generously provided many more hot pies and rolls than we were really capable of consuming.
We gathered up the remaining pies and rolls and threw them at the unfortunate and helplessly tied up R. He literally could not move a single inch, bound to the tree as he was. Many of them missed for we were throwing quite wildly and indiscriminately caught up in the berserker madness and excitement of the moment. However… There was that much ordnance flying through the air, many of them inevitably had to find their target. Which they did. I still remember the howl of laughter from all of us as the first pie soggily exploded on R's chest
Splot, Splat! Splotch! They burst open on impact against R's bound body, leaving mushy meat, soggy pastry and tomato sauce dribbling down his clothes and face. Almost immediately, tears streaming down his face, he began screaming for help. Shocked and outraged, he screamed, "MAAA, MAAAAAAA, Help MEEEEEE…. MAAAAAAA" at the top of his voice.
Within moments Mrs. C burst out. With one horrified look she took in the tableau. Then, with a wild inarticulate scream of rage that would have done Rambo proud, she lunged at us. We scattered in all directions. I was not quite quick enough, for one massive hand impacted against the side of my head, momentarily stunning me before I had the time to dart out of range of her flying hands. Fortunately it had only been a glancing blow for had it connected properly, it would have knocked me to the ground.
I never did get to see her untying and comforting R for we had long since fled to the safety of the local park on our bikes until the hubbub and hullabaloo had subsided somewhat. When we did finally (somewhat sheepishly) return home, we were all told to go around to the C's house, whereupon we received a very stern lecture from a still extremely angry Mrs. C. (she had rung my parents in our absence and told them what happened) She told us what she thought of our behaviour etcetera before making us all apologise to R, who by now had had time to clean and wash.
I hate to admit that perhaps our apologies were not quite as sincere as they could have been…. For every time we looked at R, we could not help but try to stifle our laughter. Mind you, I could not help being very glad I was due to depart the next day, for, even at my young age, I knew things would have calmed down by the time I had returned.
Although our bondage games resumed upon my eventual return, it was the first and last time Nicky and I ever tied up R again…
Wonder why…
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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories
More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine
10 - Target Practice
Story index at the bottom
Nicole, better known as Nicky also had a younger brother, whom I shall call R. He could be an absolute pest at times (I am quite sure you all know how annoying younger brothers or sisters could be!) There was one memorable occasion when we joined forces to exact revenge in the most appropriate way possible. We got in big trouble for this one!
At the time, R was around 8 or so years old and in that great tradition of bratty younger brothers (or sisters) more or less insisted on joining in our games or merely aping our actions. He was of shortish height possessing a quite stocky build with a thatch of wild unruly light brown hair, which generally never responded well to brushing (which I am sure he deliberately cultivated just to annoy his mother.) He had a ready sense of humour and idolised his older sister, Nicky. Unlike her older brothers, with whom we did not get on well with and concealed our tie-up games from, we actually got on quite well with R. However, they did have the usual occasional brother-sister spats, usually ending up with R in tears and having to be comforted by Mrs. C.
On the day in question, I remember being highly excited (actually 'highly excited' just does not describe my feelings of sheer joy and excitement at the time) for I was leaving the next day on the overseas trip of a lifetime to visit my rellies in England and old, historic London with its wonderfully gruesome Tower Of London (I could hardly wait to see all the ancient restraint and torture devices they employed in those less enlightened medieval times) Europe, then on to America - New York, the "Big Apple," and the Empire State Building, San Francisco with its tall sailing ships, towering redwood trees and the Fisherman's Wharf - and best of all, from the point of view of an over-excited 12 year old, DISNEYLAND!! The Magic Kingdom, home of many of my childhood heroes such as Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Capt'n Hook et al. My first ever plane flight in the still relatively new Boeing 747 Jumbo was to be the icing on a very large cake.
So I am sure you can well understand just how over-excited I was on the eve of the big trip (2 months in duration - I had even received special dispensation from my school to miss classes on the grounds such a trip was 'educational' Yes!) Needless to say, while Nicky was happy for me, her enthusiasm was muted for not only was it myself going and not she but she would also have to endure the next two months without me. Two months for young eleven or twelve year old kids is practically a lifetime….
On the eve of the trip, we had been playing the usual tie-up games outside for it was an unseasonably warm winter's day. Nicky and myself had been taking turns to tie each other up to the same tree, previously mentioned in my earlier humiliation at her hands when she discovered that maybe I did like being tied up just a little more than I was supposed to. It would have been around this time, when I was untying Nicky from the tree that R wandered up and watched with the proceedings with great interest. As usual, it took some time to untie Nicky for she had insisted on being tied up tight to the tree. Once I had finished untying her, R piped up, "Could you tie me up too?"
While R had previously seen several of our earlier tie-up games, he had previously shown little interest in joining in, which suited us fine, for little brothers were merely tolerated rather than active participants in our various activities - unless under special parental order compelling us to include him in our games etcetera. R's motivation for wanting to be tied up just like his older sister was simple - he wanted to copy most anything she did (note: this did not extend to playing with dolls!) in the manner younger siblings do worldwide, rather than any real desire to be tied up for gratuitous "sexual" pleasure of the kind I had been trying so hard to conceal from Nicky.
On this occasion, we'd both had our fill of bondage games for the time being. Perhaps it was the devil that made us do it? Whatever. Nicky and I looked at each other and it was the work of moments for us to reach an unspoken consensus - lets tie him up but good!
Grinning wickedly (which fortunately or unfortunately as the case may be, R did not see) Nicky said, "Sure, we'll tie you up if you want!"
Happily, R bounded over to the tree and stood next to it, waiting for us to tie him up. Amused, Nicky chided, "Not so fast, R! We still have to untangle this rope." Indeed, there was a lot of rope to be sorted out, for we both believed that in order to be properly tied up, plenty of rope was required. "Want to help?"
"Naah, I'll wait." In hindsight, perhaps it was this unwise comment and laziness, which was to lead to the events to follow. I remember the way Nicky merely shrugged her shoulders and let his statement pass without comment. After a few minutes we has succeeded in untangling the mass of rope and sorting it into various lengths.
"Ok, R, we're ready!" Nicky exclaimed. "Stand with your back to the tree and put your hands behind your back"
Delighted with our apparent willingness to include him in our games, (for once!) R immediately jumped up and eagerly waited for us to begin tying him up. "Not like that," Nicky said. A devilish gleam had appeared in her eyes. It was a look, which I knew presaged trouble for the unfortunate R. "Like this. You put your hands behind the trunk, so that its between your hands and body."
"Oh, I see," he said. "You mean like this?" R asked, placing his hands behind him, the tree trunk separating his hands from his body.
"Exactly like that!" Nicky said. It was obvious that she was pleased with her 'victims' cooperativeness. "Now cross your wrists in a X." As R readily complied with her instructions, she said, "That's fine." I watched, with that by now familiar stirring in my groin as Nicky picked up a coil of rope and began tying R's hands, criss-cross fashion, together. From personal experience, I knew he would not escape for Nicky was by now a most accomplished 'bondager' for want of a better word.
Once she had tightly bound R's hands, I joined in the fun, tightly tying his ankles and knees together, while N secured him to the tree with another, very long length of rope. She wound it around and around him in the same manner she had done for me earlier
"Ow, that's too tight! It's hurting," R complained. "Not so tight!"
"Do you want us to untie you? This is how we tie each other up!" Maliciously, she added, "Remember? You wanted us to tie you up! You asked us to tie you up, remember?"
"Ok, ok, go on," R hastily added, clearly unwilling for us to untie him and exclude him from our company forthwith. Without further ado, Nicky continued to bind him ever tighter to the unyielding tree. Having secured his legs, I bound and cinched the ropes attaching them to the tree, until he stood there, virtually mummified in white rope.
Nicky finished things off by tying more rope around and around R, at waist height, pinioning his hands to the tree, preventing him from gaining any leverage to somehow work the ropes loose. He stood there tightly and helplessly tied up.
Normally we would have gagged him at this point, if only to shut up his complaints, that it was "too tight" but we failed to do so, being distracted by the arrival by a couple of the local kids, S and B. They had come around to see me off and share in the small farewell party Mrs. C was going to put on for us. Nothing special, just party pies, sausage rolls and soft drink. In fact, I could already smell cooking coming from the kitchen.
Our oversight in not securely gagging R was ultimately to prove our downfall.
S and B had a good old-fashioned belly laugh at R's predicament, poking and prodding him and teasing him in the way young kids do, meanwhile effusively complimenting the two of us "for getting him out of our way." Nicky strutted and preened, delighting in having not only tied up R so successfully but in gaining the admiration of the others in doing so.
Suddenly, Mrs. C appeared on the outside patio, with our food and drinks. As usual, she had made far too many party pies and sausage rolls. Enough to feed a small army Ah, mothers! What would we do without them?
As she set the food down on the table, she noticed R still tied up to the tree. "Are you all right?" Unconcerned, for she was used to our tie- up games, she casually asked, great amusement evident in her voice, "Are you OK?"
R nodded in approbation - yes (at least for the time being he was OK)
Turning to us, she asked us not to forget to untie him soon, so he could have something to eat. Nicky and myself assured her that we would not forget to untie R. Yeah. Satisfied with our reply, she left the back patio, leaving us to our devices. Forgetting her admonishment to untie R soon, we hungrily and greedily tucked in to our party pies and sausage rolls.
"Hey, I want some too! Untie me! I'm hungry!' R called out to us.
"Tough! You can wait till we're finished!" somebody (I can't remember who) taunted.
"Waaagh! Untie me! UNTIE ME!" R yelled, "I'm hungry!"
Now, I still do not remember who fired the first shot for everything happened so fast, the exact details are hazy. I do not know what made us do it; I guess it was just the excitement of the moment. Someone (not me!) called out, "Well, if you're so hungry, have this!"
Saying so, he let fly with a (still warm and really quite mushy) party pie in R's direction. It missed and splattered against the back fence behind R's bound form. This was the signal for the rest of us to open fire, so to speak. There was plenty of ammunition at hand, for Nicky's mum had generously provided many more hot pies and rolls than we were really capable of consuming.
We gathered up the remaining pies and rolls and threw them at the unfortunate and helplessly tied up R. He literally could not move a single inch, bound to the tree as he was. Many of them missed for we were throwing quite wildly and indiscriminately caught up in the berserker madness and excitement of the moment. However… There was that much ordnance flying through the air, many of them inevitably had to find their target. Which they did. I still remember the howl of laughter from all of us as the first pie soggily exploded on R's chest
Splot, Splat! Splotch! They burst open on impact against R's bound body, leaving mushy meat, soggy pastry and tomato sauce dribbling down his clothes and face. Almost immediately, tears streaming down his face, he began screaming for help. Shocked and outraged, he screamed, "MAAA, MAAAAAAA, Help MEEEEEE…. MAAAAAAA" at the top of his voice.
Within moments Mrs. C burst out. With one horrified look she took in the tableau. Then, with a wild inarticulate scream of rage that would have done Rambo proud, she lunged at us. We scattered in all directions. I was not quite quick enough, for one massive hand impacted against the side of my head, momentarily stunning me before I had the time to dart out of range of her flying hands. Fortunately it had only been a glancing blow for had it connected properly, it would have knocked me to the ground.
I never did get to see her untying and comforting R for we had long since fled to the safety of the local park on our bikes until the hubbub and hullabaloo had subsided somewhat. When we did finally (somewhat sheepishly) return home, we were all told to go around to the C's house, whereupon we received a very stern lecture from a still extremely angry Mrs. C. (she had rung my parents in our absence and told them what happened) She told us what she thought of our behaviour etcetera before making us all apologise to R, who by now had had time to clean and wash.
I hate to admit that perhaps our apologies were not quite as sincere as they could have been…. For every time we looked at R, we could not help but try to stifle our laughter. Mind you, I could not help being very glad I was due to depart the next day, for, even at my young age, I knew things would have calmed down by the time I had returned.
Although our bondage games resumed upon my eventual return, it was the first and last time Nicky and I ever tied up R again…
Wonder why…
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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories
- 01 Introduction (ff/m)
- 02 Tied up for the first time (ff/m)
- 03 Nicky gets hers (m/f)
- 04 Nicky's retribution (f/m)
- 05 A Rainy Day (f/m, m/f)
- 06 Knot Practise - A Knotty Good Time (m+/m)
- 07 Pirates of the Caribbean (m/f)
- 08 Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel) (f/m, m/f)
- 09 Kidnapped! (m/f)
- 10 Target Practice (m/fm)
- 11 The Escapologist (M/M)
- 12 A Close Escape (M, self)
- 13 Kristy's First Time (M/F, F/M)
- 14 The Mummy (M/F, F/M)
More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine