05 - Beach Games
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Monday March 20th 2000 07:42:05
When I was 11 my family moved from the farm I had lived on all my life to a beach house close to the city. My two older brothers were at boarding school and I attended the local senior primary.Â
A couple of months back I had met up with 13 year old Elaine, a close neighbor on whom I had a huge crush, her 12 year old brother, Mark and Eve, 13, also a neighbor.Â
After a few weeks of "probation" during which I spent several Saturday afternoons at their "den" with my hands tied behind my back, I was accepted into the gang as a full member. Having been a tie-up freak since the very beginnings of my memory I had not minded the all too short episodes at the den and I always looked forward to the next visit. After my graduation, however, things changed somewhat.Â
The first Saturday after my acceptance, Elaine phoned me and said that she and Eve were at Eve's house and I should meet up with Mark and both come over. I went to Elaine and Mark's beach house, collected Mark and we both strolled the 500 yards or so along the beach to Eve's home to join the girls.Â
As we approached the open front door we sort of expected Eve and Elaine to greet us but we were met with silence. After calling out a couple of times we entered the ominously quiet hose and started searching for the two girls. We decided to split up, Mark taking the ground and basement and me the top floor which, from a previous visit, I knew contained at least six bedrooms.
After a thorough but fruitless search I decided to go downstairs and give Mark a hand in the huge, dark basement which extended across the entire house's floor area.Â
Quietly descending down the steep wooden steps into the dank basement I stretched out both hands to locate the light switch which I knew was there, somewhere!
Just as I reached the bottom and my bare feet felt cold concrete a hot, moist hand was clamped across my mouth and the lights went on.Â
"You're caught!" Elane yelled triumphantly.
I saw my partner, Mark, lying face down on the floor, securely hog-tied and gagged with a rugby sock. He had obviously walked straight into the girls' ambush.Â
"Lie down next to Mark and put your hands behind your back", ordered Elane. She had armfuls of old clothes line and a determined look on her face.
I lay down as instructed and Elane straddled my bum, impatiently pulling my arms behind me. She tied my hands very tightly behind my back, criss- cross fashion, vertically and horizontally, then gagged me by pushing a rugby sock into my mouth, secured in place with another sock. After tying my feet to my hands in a tight hog-tie, she stood back to admire her handiwork.Â
"OK, you guys, let's see how long it takes you to get out of that".Â
The girls climbed up the creaking stair- way, giggling, and I heard the cellar door slam shut. I looked at Mark. Though a year older than me, he was about my size and just as lithe. He lacked experience in escapology, however, and I knew that any successful escape would be up to me.
We mumbled to each other, but it was pretty unintelligible. I knew from past experience that Elaine not only knew how to tie someone up for keeps, but she was also an expert gagger. My mouth was full of soft, fluffy rugby sock, held in place with a good two winds of the other sock between my teeth and across my lower face. Mark was similarly silenced.Â
To cut a long story short, after about half an hour of uncomfortable wriggling and picking at rock hard knots with numb fingers, all we managed was to remove our gags. Elaine had double knotted every bond and we had no chance of biting through the thick clothesline with which our hands and feet had been tied. We discussed the situation for a few minutes, then Mark suggested we just lie there and wait for the girls' plan, whatever that may be, to develop. We lay on our sides, facing eachother, and plotted revenge. Elaine and Eve had obviously pre-planned the whole capture and, just as obviously, had other plans in store for us.
About half an hour later, the basement door opened and we heard footsteps creaking down the wooden steps. Elaine and Eve sat down opposite where Mark and I lay, side by side, and lit cigarettes. After a half hour or so of flicking hot ash on our naked upper bodies and tickling our feet, the girls released us. By this time we were both exhausted and did not have the strength to retaliate - at least, not quite then!Â
Snapshots
I am 5 and I am walking down the high street with my mom. We pass a vacant lot and I see two girls, about 12, bending over a boy of the same age. One of the girls is tying the boy's hands behind his back with a dirty brown rope while the other ties his feet together at the ankles with one of his socks. I want to be the boy!Â
My 4th floor office looks straight down onto a primary school sportsfield. There's a game of soccer in progress on the field but up against the fence, right below my office window there are five boys, all in soccer uniforms, bare- footed, all lying face-down on the turf, hands tied behind them with rope. Their feet are also tied together and secured to the fence wire. The kids stay tied to the fence by their feet until the soccer game ends, then they are led off to the change room, hands still tied behind their backs by a "big" guy, also in uniform. Team captain disciplining undedicated members of his team?Â
We are on the beach with our kids: lying on the sand about 20 yards away from where we are three 10 year old girls are tying a 12 year old boy's hands behind him with a surfboard leash. The girls run off into the surf, giggling. A couple of other boys come out of the cafeteria about 10 minutes later and sit down next to the bound kid. Laughing and dripping ice-cream over his body, they leave the guy tied up for half an hour before releasing him. They all run off into the sea.Â
Dan DareÂ
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Dan Dare's stories
- 01 - Short Story (M/m)
- 02 - Jimmy's Story (M/m)
- 03 - My First Real Story (mm/mmm)
- 04 - Beach Liaison (f/m, ffm/m)
- 05 - Beach Games (ff/mm)
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