43 - The Long Afternoon
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By Tom Ford
Thursday, December 26th 2002 - 07:56:15 PM
Summer - 1966
The Long Afternoon
Last time, Angela requested and received permission from my brother to join us in our island trip. Frank and I, however, suspected a "sinister" plan afoot, and we tried to persuade Angela not to join us. We then resorted to brute force when she refused to be dissuaded by our pleas, however. We tied her up in our room. But with Barney's help, she was able to free herself and change fast enough to be able to join us before we embarked. She then threatened to spill the beans on our prank and hoped that we would win the game on the island, or else...
Well, we were able to get David, but after that, our lack ran out. Andrew, Robert and Jerry captured all of us, and we lost as a result. And now, because we lost, we must either face Angela's wrath, or face the wrath of my Dad and Andrew if she blew the whistle of us. It's clear what choice we have to take, for in our minds, what she had planned for us would far be better than to be scolded by our parents for our gross unfairness.
"Well, since we lost, it looks like you still owe me. Prepare yourselves, boys, for what I have planned for you is harder than what you have experienced in the past!" Angela said.
"Bring it on! Just bring it on!" I boasted. "I can take it all!" Frank also made essentially the same boasts. But inwardly, I gulped when I heard what she said, for when she makes threats, like my older brother, she generally carries it out. She is a determined young lady, and she has the patience and tenacity to do what is necessary to achieve what she wants, and she usually gets what she want. I consider her better than most boys, looking at it retrospectively thirty-six year later while glancing back at my diaries, except of course Andrew, who I deem her equal and in some cases better than Angela. But of course, when I was a boy, my attitude was that any boy was better than even the best of the girls. Still, even with this attitude, I still am a little nervous about what she had planned, especially in view of previous encounters. (Most of those experiences are in the spring. In the summer, we were either allies or she was not part of our games at all, up to this point anyway.)
Andrew and I declared a truce between our camps for the rest of the morning so we can peacefully explore the island. We explored until about noon, when we ate lunch at the boat. Our Dads, having caught enough fish to satisfy themselves, decided to go home early.
The fishing vessel left the vicinity of the island at about 1:00 P.M. Frank and I were on the hold of the boat by ourselves telling tall tales to each other when all of a sudden, Angela approached us.
"Hi Angela!" I greeted.
"Let's get to the point, shall we?" Angela said. "Well, we lost, so you know what that means. Boys, I just learned that Andy and the rest of the boys will explore the mountains all afternoon, and your parents and the rest of the kids will go swimming in the lake. Now, what I want you to do is just stay in the house. Make any excuse; just make sure you two are alone in the house this afternoon. Is that clear?"
It was crystal clear. We both nodded.
"Well, as soon as you are in the house, wait for me in the living room. Oh yes, prepare all the needed materials. No funny business, or else I'll blow the whistle on you, okay?"
We both nodded.
"What have you planned for us?" I asked.
"You'll see. You'll see." Angela replied. "But if I were you, I would enjoy your last moments of freedom!" Angela then left us to wonder and contemplate what she meant. Her instructions to us were clear, however. It's just that we don't know what's in store for us, and the suspense is killing us.
"I wonder what she has planned for us?" I asked.
"Search me? I just hope it would not be hard!" Frank answered.
Well, as soon as we arrived, Andrew and the rest of the gang proposed that we go mountain climbing. We excused ourselves, saying that we wanted to stay home and just play chess and other board games. Andrew then said something to the effect of "You're going to miss the fun!" but we stood our ground and declined to join them. Of course, we have our real reasons why we wanted to stay in the house.
And as Angela said, Mom and the others are already at the shore swimming. Dad and Uncle Richard immediately went home, stored the fish in the freezer, changed into swimming outfits and joined our Mom. Frank and I, to everyone's surprise, declined, stating that we rather spend the afternoon at home.
So Frank and I were left alone that beautiful Saturday afternoon on the house. We decided to prepare the materials and play chess to pass the time while waiting for my sister's best friend. We, for some reason, decided not to talk upon our impending disaster until that fateful hour.
We were so absorbed in our game that we barely noticed her arrival at about 1:30 in the afternoon. I have already won a game and am in the process of losing another one when she approached us.
"Hi boys!" she greeted. "Hope you haven't forgotten me!"
"As a matter of fact we haven't, have we Tom?" Frank answered.
"Nope." I said. "But could we finish our game first."
"Sure! Why not?" Angela smirked.
Well, soon after, Frank unleashed a series of moves that devastated my chances of winning. Soon, I was checkmated and was forced to give up the game.
"Checkmate!" Frank said, and I have no choice but to give up. I lost.
"Well, since you lost, Tom, let's start with you." Angela proposed. I reluctantly accepted. Angela then took a piece of rope from the pile we prepared. I put my hands behind my back and crossed it and positioned it palm-to-palm. She soon began wrapping the rope around my wrist. She soon cinched it and knotted it off. I tested the ropes. As always, her knots held and unless I get help, I was stuck.
She then took a longer rope and wrapped it around my waists. After wrapping it several times, she cinched it and knotted it off, then as usual, tied the loose ends to my wrists.
"Now, sit down!" she commanded. I did as I was told. She removed my shoes and socks, then crossed my ankles and tightly tied it. She finished by tying my knees. All this time, Frank was sitting on the sofa, reading some of the scattered comic books.
"Now Frank, it's your turn." Angela said after tying me up.
"Now? You sure tie faster than usual!" Frank commented.
"Well, a little practice makes perfect!" Angela smugly replied.
"Hey, you haven't gagged him yet!" Frank complained after seeing me.
"Oh come here!" Angela said. "I'll gag him later!"
"Hey, I thought you aren't gagging me?" I asked.
"Are you serious?!" Angela shot back. "Tie-ups wouldn't be complete without gagging, would they?"
"I suppose you're right!" I said, being in the position that would make any protest useless.
Angela took another length of rope from our pile and directed Frank to put his hands behind his back crossed and palm-to-palm. Angela then wrapped the rope vertically then horizontally several times each before cinching it and knotting it off. By the looks of it, we aren't going anywhere before Angela or anybody else would untie us. Oh boy! Angela then pinned his wrists to his back in the same manner she pinned my wrists to my back. She finished by directing Frank to sit on the couch as I did. There, she removed his shoes and socks and tied his crossed ankles and knees.
All this reminds me of a similar time during one of my spring adventures when Frank and I let Angela tie us up because - well - we were curious. We were in much favorable circumstance, being that we let ourselves be tied by Angela voluntarily. The very same Angela tied us with my sister as her helper, in a wonderful Thursday afternoon in her house after school. Now, Angela also tied Frank and me in almost the same circumstance. The only difference is the time and place, of course, the absence of Betty, and the almost zero chance Angela's younger brother Henry would interfere in our behalf as he did during that Thursday afternoon, and of course, unlike that game, we don't have a choice.
Anyway, took one of my socks and rolled it up.
"By the way, how long do you plan to keep us tiedmmmppphhhhh?" Angela shoved a sock up my mouth before I could finish my very important question.
"What's that?" Angela said. "Sorry I didn't get it, could you repeat it for me?" Angela mocked right before slapping my mouth with duct tape. I just mmppphhh, trying to repeat the question but with the gag, I just didn't make any sense. OH boy! I should've inquired how long we would be tied up.
"Sorry, I don't know what mmmppphhh means." Angela mocked, then laughed.
Frank was next. Angela picked up another piece of Frank's socks and wadded it up.
"Could you gag me with another gag. That gag is disgustmmppphhhhhh!" Well, Angela did it again. She gagged another boy with a sock while he was talking. Anyway, Angela soon taped Frank's mouth with duct tape. She then stood in front of us.
"Now I'm going to teach you boys not to pick on helpless little girls like me!" Angela wickedly said. Helpless! You have got to be kidding, I told myself.
She then began a tickle offensive that lasted a full twenty minutes (with breaks of course). With her left hand tickling me, and her right hand tickling Frank, she tickled us for twenty minutes (with breaks of course). I being extremely ticklish soon broke out laughing and laughing and laughing. Frank, being slightly less ticklish than I was, soon followed, and soon we were laughing, screaming, shouting, which came out as mmppphhhsss. We soon were struggling, and very nearly accidentally kicked Angela. She however, managed to stay clear of our foot, and she continued to tickle us unmolested. Five minutes later, with no breaks to help me, I soon burst into tears. My face was by this time red and I was still laughing my head off. Frank took longer to tear up but after about eight minutes, burst into tears.
She stopped after twenty minutes, but by that time, we were so exhausted. We were breathing heavily through our noses, and were covered with sweat. Our hair was by this time disheveled, partly because it was wet with sweat, partly because we messed it up by rubbing it against the sofa. However, it was not enough to cause us to pee on our pants. It was now two o'clock in the afternoon.
"Don't go anywhere!" she said, telling that old cliché. She then went upstairs.
Frank and I looked at each other but we're too tired to laugh or to untie each other's knots. We hoped that we would be untied after this, but knowing Angela, we knew this was not to be. Ten minutes later, she arrived bringing with her two thick fur coats. I don't know where she got it, but she got it nonetheless. She laid it down on the sofa, and to my surprise, untied my wrists but did not remove the rope from my waist nor did she remove my gag or undid the ropes on my knees. She did however, retied my ankles so it would not anymore be crossed. She then helped my feet, and gave me one of the fur coats.
"Wear this!" she commanded. I complained, but she insisted. I reluctantly wore it, and to my surprise, it was a perfect fit. It reached to my knees and it is a perfect coat for winter. It traps heat, keeping the person wearing it warm. But in a hot Sunday afternoon on summer, wearing it would be pure torture. Anyway, as soon as I was able to wear it, Angela took my hands, twisted it so that both of them would behind my back, and retied my wrists behind my back. She then buttoned the coat.
She then proceeded with Frank. She did exactly the same thing to Frank as she did to me, and soon Frank was wearing a fur coat in the middle of a summer afternoon. Like me, Frank's hands were tied behind his back at the wrists.
Angela then hopped Frank and me to a closed a small storage room. There, she made us sit on the floor back to back where she tied us together. Now, the storage room has no windows, was stuffy and has very high humidity. To top it off, Angela then raised the temperature of the thermostat. It wasn't much, probably only about two degrees, but it was torture nonetheless. It was like an oven. It was like being in the hottest part of the Sahara Desert at the middle of summer at high noon. Oh we sweat and sweat! Angela left us for about five minutes. Ordinarily, it would be an extremely short time, but in our circumstance, it was five minutes of hell, almost literally. It was five minutes that seemed to last forever, the longest five minutes of my life up to that time. Anyway, she soon returned, separated us and hopped us out of the storage room from hell. She soon untied our hands and removed the coats from our bodies. She then retied our hands behind our backs.
"That's enough of that!" she remarked. "Well, who wants to cool off?" Both of us, who were covered with sweat, nodded and mmmpphhhhed.
"Okay then, I'm going to untie you, and both of you go to your room to change." Angela instructed. "Now I want both of you to be shirtless and be only on your boxers, understand?"
Both of us nodded. "Well, I'm giving you twenty minutes to change. And no funny business, or else?" She untied us and we hurried into our rooms.
There, we discussed what happened.
"Oh I'm gonna get her!" Frank said to me as soon as we reached our room.
"Yea. But you have to admit, she's good at this!" I replied.
"Yup." Frank said. "She's so darn good!"
"Well, I suggest we get our revenge maybe after a week or two, so that her card would be useless or much weaker." I proposed.
"Yup. But let's make it a bit longer, a month or so would be good. It would make sure soften the blow of her blowing the whistle on us." Frank countered.
I wanted to get my revenge on her much earlier, whatever the consequences, but yielded to Frank on that point. Anyway, we spent the rest of the twenty minutes talking to each other. We agreed that our experience in the last quarter hour was uncomfortable, but surprisingly, we also agreed that it was quite fun.
We removed our shirts and pants for only about two minutes. We were actually amazed at the length of time she allotted to us, considering the relatively short time it took us to change to what she preferred to. I guess a girls' and a boys' time in changing clothes is much, much different.
Anyway, as soon as we popped out of the door, who should be waiting for us than the redheaded Angela? She was leaning on the wall opposite our door. Beside her is a bag, which, I should have guessed, contains rope, duct tape and other tie-up paraphernalia. She was whistling a happy tune, the exact tune, I don't remember (When I talk of forgetting or didn't remember, I mean I didn't record it in my diary. Most of the details here I long forgot in my memory, but my diary refreshes them every time I write a story), and her brown eyes were fixed on the door. Anyway, she soon stopped whistling as soon as she saw us.
"Don't worry boys." Angela assured us. "I wouldn't repeat what I did to you just a while ago for the rest of this afternoon. Now, since Tom was first a while ago, Frank goes first, OK?"
Both of us agreed to the proposition. Frank stepped forward and presented his hands to be tied at the back. Angela crossed it, and tied it palms out. (We were expert tiers at this stage that we could tie hands palms out without cutting off the circulation or making it too loose, as I explained a couple of weeks ago to PH. But we still use the crossed and palm-to-palm most frequently out of habit.) She then took a longer rope, tied it around his waist several times, cinched it and knotted it off, and tied the loose ends to his wrists. She then took a clean white folded handkerchief and shoved it on Frank's mouth. She then took a long piece of cloth about four inches wide, and thick, and was tied across the mouth between the teeth. She then tied a second piece of thick and side cloth over his mouth.
"Your turn." she told me. My hands were tied behind my back crossed and palm-to-palm. She then secured my wrists to my waist in the same manner as was Frank's. I was also gagged the same way. If we would be graded for originality or creativity in tie-up methods, we all would probably get an "F" for we always used conventional ways of tying people up, except on rare occasions. We would always find the most effective way, and having found it, would stick to it until it doesn't work anymore.
It was now about two-thirty. We were marched by Angela to the backyard, where she tied both of us to two separate metal poles. She then took the hose.
"Well, you said you wanted to cool off, right?" We mmmphhhh and shook our heads, trying in vain to forestall the inevitable, but soon, we were drenched with cold water from head to toe. Well, to tell the truth, in the warm sun, it was actually comfortable, kinda like going for a swim. The only thing that made it unpleasant aside from the ropes and gags is the pressure from the hose. But we actually felt refreshed. Angela left us after about ten minutes. We tried to escape, but she tied us too well, and we miserably failed. She soon returned after another ten minutes.
"I'm going to untie you. Now, I want you two to change into dry clothes." I'm going to your room after twenty minutes, so you better be changed by then, or else?"
We both nodded. What else could we do? We then were untied and we rushed off to our rooms, and soon we were changed. I was wearing gray slacks and a white T-shirt, while Frank was wearing jeans and a black shirt. And as promised, she entered the room at about twenty minutes later, at about 3:10 p.m.
"Ready boys?" she asked.
"Of course we are!" Frank boasted.
"In that case, you go first." Angela replied, pointing to me. "Now, turn around and put you hands behind your back." I did as I was told and Angela tied my hands crossed and palms out. Again, she tied it expertly so that it would not be tight enough to cut off circulation but not loose enough so as to prevent any effective way at escape. She then tied a long rope around my waist several times before cinching it and knotted it off, tying the loose ends to my wrists.
"Now, go to the bed!" she commanded. We were both barefoot, so I had no problem going to the bed. Now, at bed, she tied my crossed ankles, and my knees and then connected my ankles to each one of the bedposts, securing me to the bed. She then took a sock, rolled it up. "Open wide!"
I reluctantly obeyed, and then she inserted the sock in my mouth. It made my mouth bulge. She then duct taped several strips over my mouth to complete my gag.
"Now Frank, go up the bed!" Frank then went to the second story of our double bed. Angela followed. I didn't see how Angela tied Frank, but he was probably tied exactly the same way as I was. Ten minutes later, Angela emerged from the double bed. She looked at us, apparently satisfied.
"Don't go anywhere! I'll be back!" she said. Angela then went to our drawer, took the key to our room, and darted out, and locked the door.
I immediately began to struggle. But, needless to say, it was an exercise in futility. She tied us too well for me to gain any slack from my struggling. I mmpphhhh, trying to communicate with Frank, but Frank was also gagged, and all that we managed to bring out are several mmmpppphhhhsssss, which was completely unintelligible. After about thirty minutes of intense but useless struggling, we gave up, and I decided to relax on the bed and try to be as comfortable as possible. I hummed several tunes, and Frank also hummed. We hummed several nursery rhymes, plus several famous songs, like When Johnny Comes Marching Home, , The Star Spangled Banner, Yankee Doodle and other such songs. Soon, we tired ourselves out, and at about four, I fell asleep.
It was strange when I woke up. I first thought of stretching, but I was forcefully reminded that I was tied up. I soon was just laid on the bed, my eyes roving around the room. It was late afternoon, was still bright, and a bit warm. I mmmpphhhh, and a Frank responded with a mmmmppphhhhhh. We were both awake. I then lied on the bed for about a few minutes more. For some reason, I didn't bother looking at the clock for the first few minutes, even though it is within my range of vision. And when I did, it was about seven-thirty. We've been in this position for approximately four hours! I struggled again, and as usual, it was tied too competently.
Ten minutes later, I heard a click from the door. Soon the door opened, and Angela entered.
"Dinner is almost ready." she announced, then untied my wrists. "You can do the rest." she then returned the key to the drawer and went out of the room. I soon untied the rest of myself, then went up and untied Frank.
We went down just in time for dinner. Our parents and the other boys asked where we had been, and we answered that we were tired that morning so we decided to rest the rest of the afternoon. They bought it, and there was no further discussion on the matter.
We wanted revenge, but practical considerations and Frank's insistence tell us to get our revenge after a month. But it was so long a time, that when the month came, we completely forgot about it! And so ends our attempts of revenge. Anyway, we played another game tomorrow, Sunday, after church. What adventure was that? Oh yeah, Frank did attempt a revenge on that day but it turned out to be a complete fiasco. Read the next part and find out!
Tom Ford
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Tom Ford's stories
- 01 - First Games (mm/m)
- 02 - Revenge (mmm/mm, mm/mmm)
- 03 - Surprises (m/mm, mmm/mm)
- 04 - Afternoon Attack (mm/mmm)
- 05 - Sunday Morning Offensive (mm/m, m/mmm)
- 06 - Victory! (mm/mmm, mmm/mm)
- 07 - Chester and Jay (mm/mm, m+/mm)
- 08 - Cops & Robbers (mm/mm, m/m+)
- 09 - The Unexpected Game (mm/F, F/mm)
- 10 - Another Victory! (m+/mmm, mmm/m+)
- 11 - The Perfect Plan (mm/mmm, m+/mmm)
- 12 - The Counterattack (m+/mmm)
- 13 - Angela (f/m)
- 14 - The Next Round of Tom vs. Angela (m/f)
- 15 - Curiosity Kills the Cat! (ff/mm, mm/ff)
- 16 - Déjà Vu (m+/mmm)
- 17 - The Next Morning! (m+/mmm, mmm/m+)
- 18 - Tom & Company's Attack (mmm/mmm)
- 19 - Angela's Revenge-and Request?! (ff/m)
- 20 - Negotiations (mmm/m+)
- 21 - The Initiation (m+/f)
- 22 - Angela's First Game (m+/fmmm)
- 23 - Last Game of Spring (m+/fmm)
- 24 - The First Game of Summer (mm+/fmmm)
- 25 - Vacation in Vermont (mm/fmm+)
- 26 - Robert and Jerry (mm+/fmm+)
- 27 - The Treasure Hunt (m+/m+)
- 28 - Revenge - Sweet Revenge (mf+/mf+)
- 29 - Angela's Fury (ffm/m+)
- 30 - The Hunter and the Hunted (m+/m+)
- 31 - The Night Attack (mf+/m+)
- 32 - The Second Cops & Robbers Game (m+/fm+)
- 33 - Capture the Flag (m+/m+)
- 34 - A Couple of Answers to Questions Asked
- 35 - A Father's Day Adventure (m/m+)
- 36 - A Father's Day Adventure - Part II - Dad's Boyhood Experience (MM/m+, mm/ff, ff/mm)
- 37 - Cowboys and Indians (m+/f, fff/m+)
- 38 - Flag Wars (m+/m+)
- 39 - By the Dawn's Early Light (mm/fm+ )
- 40 - Turnabout is Fair Play! (mm+/fm+)
- 41 - Tying-Up Mom and Aunt Rachel - and the Aftermath (fm+/FF, FF/fm+)
- 42 - The Island Adventure (mm/f, mm+/fm+)
- 43 - The Long Afternoon (f/mm)
- 44 - Defeat - Again? (mm/fm+)
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