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Tom Ford : 02 - Revenge (mmm/mm, mm/mmm)

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02 - Revenge
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By Tom Ford

Friday, May 24th 2002 - 03:52:07 AM

Spring - 1966
Revenge


Last time, I was bound and gagged by my brother and his best friend for being annoying. They tickled me then left me on the couch. While they were gone, I hopped to the kitchen to try to get the scissors in the table, but they arrived too soon. I was soon tied to a chair and was left at the front door where my parents discovered me in my bound and gagged position. I was surprise at their reaction. I soon found out that they too played tie up games when they were kids. So they just told my brother to be careful in these games and free me by lunch.

The next morning was Sunday. We got up early (about six) and went to Church. After church, I met with Donald and Frank. I told Frank what happened and told him about my plans. He agreed to help me.

The church is just within walking distance from our home. I got the keys of the house from Dad, and I, Donald and Frank ran to the house ahead of the rest of the family. We arrived at the house, raced toward Andrew's room.

"I wonder where he keeps all those stuff?", I said.

Frank looked under the bead and pulled out a backpack. In the backpack was some white cotton rope, clothesline, bandanas, torn cloth and duct tape. "Looks like we got all we need, and with plenty to spare.", Donald commented.

"And we will use it all on those two", I said as I opened up my brothers drawer and prepared a pair of socks.

I soon heard the door open and I heard Dad's voice. Then I heard somebody's footsteps on the stairs as he ran toward this room.

Donald and Frank hid behind the door while a sat in front of the door to greet him. Soon the door opened and Andrew emerged.

Andrew is wearing formal clothes like we are. He wore a blue coat and a blue tie, while I was wearing brown coat and black tie. Frank was dressed in black, while Donald was in gray coat and black tie.

"Hello, Andrew", I said.

Before he could respond, Frank and Donald tackled him to the floor. Andrew then struggled with those two, but even though he is older and stronger and bigger than either of us three, the differences between us is very small, and although he could defeat us one to one, he could not do so three to one. Frank and Donald soon had him on the floor on his stomach with Frank's hand clamped over Andrew's mouth to prevent him from warning David. I then closed the door and took out the tying materials.

Now I at that time was very inexperienced at these kinds of stuff. Andrew's arms were pulled back, and I tied a piece of rope horizontally around his wrist with the only knot I know of at that time, the square knot. I then tied another piece of rope vertically around his wrist and use the same knot. Frank then released his handgag over Andrew.

"You'll pay mmmpphhhh", I pushed a sock to his mouth as soon as he opened it and sealed it with duct tape. Frank and Donald, who have also has as much experience at tying as I have, tied Andrew's ankles and knees.

"No, cross it first, then tie his ankles", I said to Donald, remembering the way my big brother tied me up.

Donald did as I directed.

As soon as we had finished gagging and binding his wrists and ankles and knees, we dragged him and sat him on his bed. All the while, he was shaking, squirming, and mmmmppphhhhing through the gag. I was surprised that the ropes held.

I then took another piece of rope and tied his arms to his sides, tying the rope around his upper body. Then I took another rope and tied it around his waist, and tied it to his wrists. Then we dragged him to the heavy wooden chair at his room, where we tied him to it. I then remembered that he tied my legs to a piece of rope which he tied to the back of the chair, and as a result I could not touch the floor. I did the same with his feet.

"Hey Andrew, what's taking you so long", we heard David shout from downstairs.

When he got no response, he walked to his best friend's room. I could hear his footsteps come closer and closer. Frank, Donald and I hid behind the door. When David entered the room and saw his best friend bound and gagged, he just stood at the door and stared at Andrew. "What the...!". He never finished his sentence. We pounced and tackled him and tied him the same way we hand tied my brother, hands behind back, crossed ankles, at the knees, at the elbows pinning the arms to his sides and at the waist. Of course we applied the same gag. We then carried him to Andrew's bed where we tied his to the post of the bed.

We then looked at our prisoners and then we declared our victory. We high-fived, jumped and yelled.

"I told you I will get my revenge", I told my brother, who then stared back at me icily. I could tell by the look on his eyes that he is already planning his revenge on us.

"Now what?", Donald said after we "celebrated" our victory.

"I say we torture them!" I responded.

"How?" asked Frank.

"How else, but by tickling." I replied.

I untied Andrew's feet from the rope attaching it to the back of the chair. I then removed his leather shoes, and untied his ankles to be able to remove his black socks. All that time, Andrew struggled, but it was of no avail. We did not know if he was ticklish or not, because being the oldest, nobody succeeded in tickling him, and those who attempted got tickled themselves.

"Hey guys, what are you doing with him?" Standing at the door is my six year old brother, John.

"Just giving them a little of their own medicine", I replied.

I stroked my fingers at his feet and he started to squirm against his bonds. Loud mmmppphhhs came through his gag. It was obvious that he was ticklish and I stroked my fingers again and again.

"You're tickling him!", John said.

We ignored him. Frank and Donald then tickled him at his sides and at his stomach and ribs. Even with the shirt and polo that he wore at that time did not in any way made their tickling less effective. He squirmed, shook violently against the chair, and just laughed through the gag.

"What about David?" John asked while we were tickling my brother. "Will you tickle him too?"

With that, Frank and Donald went to David and removed his shoes and socks. Donald ticked his feet while Frank his upper body. To our disappointment, David is not as ticklish as Andrew and me. He was only moderately ticklish. At first there was no sound or reaction, but after a few seconds, he lost control and just laughed. His laughs are not as hard nor his movements are as pronounced as my brothers' but he laughed just the same.

I then tickled the sides of Andrew while John tickled his brother's feet. Boy did we get our revenge. Andrew used to tickle his little brothers all the time, and they usually cannot do anything about it, but this time, his big brother is the one who cannot do anything, so John enjoyed getting back at his brother.

This continued on for 30 minutes with 2-3 minute brakes to give them a chance to catch their breath.

After 30 minutes, we got bored, and Frank and Donald excused themselves because they got to change into everyday clothes. (We were still in our Sunday coat and tie). I also left to change while John (who also got bored, and already changed) went out to play with Lawrence and Barney.

After I changed, I returned to my Andrew's room, and they were exactly where I left them. I rechecked their bonds, and searched the room for anything that they may use to free themselves, and announced, "I'll be back in 30 minutes."

With that, I left them at the room to play with Donald and Frank outside. We talked about our victory and my revenge. We thought we had won this round. We could not be more wrong.

After about 15 minutes, Frank said that he wanted to check out Andrew and David.

"Go ahead, just do it quickly". I said

"Sure!", Frank replied, and quickly ran towards the house. Donald and I resumed our game of kicking some ball and trying to hit a target.

After 6 minutes, Frank still did not return. I was growing impatient, and I sent Donald to call Frank so we can resume our game. He too, did not return. I was frustrated. I tried to imagine what could they be doing. It did not occur to me that they would be captured, because there was no way my brother and David could have freed themselves without help. Then it occurred to me, what if Frank and Donald freed those two. But I dismissed the idea. I then went to the house still wondering where could they be.

I entered through the front door and as soon as I entered, a hand was clamped over my mouth. "Don't move or try to make a sound", Andrew said. I was stunned. How could they have escaped? They could not have reached any sharp objects, nor could they hop around the room. They bonds were snug, and any struggling would be useless as shown when we were tickling them. I was wondering, how did they escape?

Andrew then removed his hand, then I said, "How did ymmpphh...?" I was cut off again as David shoved my sock to my mouth and covered it with duct tape. He then took a piece of rope and tightly tied my hands behind my back, cinching it and knotting it off. Andrew then took a chair and placed it opposite a chair at the bottom of the stairs. Tied to the chair is my cousin Donald, hands behind back and mouth covered with duct tape. I noticed his mouth is bulging, and it I presume is a sock. He is tied to the chair by long pieces of rope, and was staring at my predicament. Ankles crossed and feet linked to the back of the chair, making it impossible for his feet to touch the carpeted floor.

I was tied similarly to him, placed so that we stared at each other. We both laughed at looking at ourselves, we look ridiculous on all that rope and tape. Then I noticed, where is Frank. Then I conjured up a theory that Frank has betrayed us and freed both David and Andrew, and they allied himself against Donald and me. Then it struck me. That theory all fit the facts. That Frank insisted on looking on and checking David and Andrew, that he did not return, that Andrew and David was able to free themselves with all my precautions I took to ensure they did not escape. Of course it must be it. I convinced myself that Frank is the real culprit and that he did it to play some trick on us.

What I saw next quickly put that theory into pieces. I saw David with a leash, leading out Frank, whose feet and legs were untied but upper body was bound. His mouth was sealed with duct tape, and I presumed his mouth was stuffed with a sock. They led him to another chair and placed beside us. They then arranged the chairs so that it would look like we are the ends of a Y. They then tied Frank to the chair similarly to the method they tried on us.

We stared and laughed at looking at each other. David then removed my shoes and socks and tickled me. I burst out laughing under my gag. Then he stopped. I regained my breath. Then he tickled me at the ribs and stomach. I laughed and laughed and squirmed and squirmed. But other than that, I could do nothing more. I could see that Andrew was tickling both Donald and Frank, both of whom are barefoot and laughing hysterically. Now I might add that both Donald and Frank are ticklish, though not as ticklish as me and Andrew. This continued for about 30 minutes, where as before, we were given breaks to let us catch our breath.

(By the way, Mom and Dad went to Uncle Richard's house as soon as they arrived and changed.)

Then they left us. We squirmed, mmmphhh through our gags, tried to move the chairs, but it was of no use. After 10 minutes of futile struggling, I gave up. A few minutes later, Donald gave up, exhausted from the struggling, and Frank soon followed. Twenty minutes later, Andrew and David came and untied us. They congratulated us on devising such a trap but that we made mistakes which they were able to use to their advantage once they were alone. We then congratulated them on their escape, and ask them how they did it. They just replied, "It's for me to know and you to find out."

After that congratulations, we swore revenge. Frank and Donald especially, since they had never been tied up before, and wanting to get even. But also me, who was not able to get full revenge on them since they were able to escape our tie.

"We'll be expecting your revenge", said Andrew, "And watch your backs, I might get you before you are able to get your revenge."

"We will, we will", Donald replied.

After that, there was no more tie up games for that day. For we have many chores we have to do and we did during the rest of the day what normal kids do.

I still wonder at that time how they'd escape. I was determined to find out before we get our revenge, for we want to make sure they won't escape next time. And I also am determined to find new ways to tie people up, for I noticed that Andrew and David's knots were different than ours. I have to know what they know about these knots so that I would be able to gain full revenge next time. We discussed it, and agreed with my contentions.

There was no tie up games during the week for it is an unwritten rule that we do not play such games at school days. The weekend, however, would sure be busy with ropes and gags.

Did we discover why they were able to escape? Did we learn new ways to tie people up? Did we tie up good next time and got full revenge? Or did they get us first? Read the next part and find out.

Tom Ford

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