BH : 01 - First Time (m/m, m+/mm)
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01 - First Time
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By BH
Thursday, May 5th 2005 - 02:20:41 AM
First Time
The first thing that I remember along the lines of being tied up was when I was around 3 or 4 years old and my brother blindfolded me so that he could get into his stamp collection without me knowing where it was. I really didn't care about his stamp collection but for some reason being blindfolded was fun, so I made a big deal about wanting to know where it was. That insured that I would be blindfolded whenever he got into it when I was around, at least for the next few years, until we moved into a house where we had separate bedrooms.
That move lead to new and different tie ups.
We had a neighbor I'll call John. John was 1 or 2 years older than I was and thought of me as a pest, but my brother who was 5 years older that I thought of John the same way. So I guess of the two of us I was the lesser of two evils, and he would hang out with me when there was nothing else to do. John's father had been in the navy and one day at his house John was showing me pictures of where they had lived, been, etc. Kind of dull, but it passed the time.
Then we were looking at his father's shipboard pictures and it started to get interesting. There was one that had a line of blindfolded guys crawling on the deck of a ship, a couple of his father wearing a blindfold, others of more guys in blindfolds. I finally asked what all this was he said it was the shellback initiation and told me a little of what he knew about it and kept showing me more pictures some more of that and then some other stuff. I tried to steer him back to the shellback stuff but he just told me that if I wanted to know more I should ask his dad. Well I wanted to know more but was not ready to ask his father about it. So I just made small talk until I had to go home for dinner.
A few days later I was back at his house and his parents left to go to the city. We were playing checkers and I brought up the initiation again. He looked kind of exasperated but then he said, "Do you want to go through it?" YES! well I didn't say that I said something along the line of 'It seems kinda weird.'
"You're weird. Wait there, I'll be back in a minute."
He left and came back carrying a white belt and told me to put my hands behind my back, which i did with some protest, then he put the loop of the belt around them effectively tying them there. Then he took a big black cloth out of his pocket, I found out later it was one of his father's sailor neckerchiefs, rolled it up and tied it over my eyes. I couldn't even see light. He told me that he was going to take me around the house and that I would have to guess what room I was in. If I guessed wrong he would punch my arm. He spun me, lead me a few steps, spun me again, a few steps, spin, I'm sure you get the idea. Even so I was only wrong twice. I could tell by the feel of the floor. I didn't tell him that. He untied me and we were playing checkers when his parents got back.
It was a couple of weeks later when I did the same thing to him, again, at his house. With my brother I couldn't really do it at my house. That was when I started to find out that he was almost as into this as I was.
I was hooked on the black neckerchief. Still am.
Later in the summer we formed a neighborhood club. With an initiation, of course, which required the initiate to be bound and blindfolded and lead to the secret fort.
After a few more months and everyone who wanted to join had gone through the initiation that was the end of the tying, or so I thought. One of the newer members in the club had figured out that neither John nor I had been through the initiation and he thought that wasn't fair. John said something to the effect of we already know the secrets and it would be pointless. They didn't think so. Mark said that they'd come up with one of their own for us. So before the next meeting we all, nine of us, met at Mark's house and at the edge of the woods they blindfolded us and started leading us in. I said we know where the secret fort is. Good, no talking. We walked for what seemed like a long time then we stopped and they took off our blindfolds. We were told that we had fifteen minutes to find the fort or they throw us out. Out of our own club? John said, you can't. Find the fort and we won't. Well we found the fort, in twenty-two minutes. Mark tied our hands behind our backs and tied our feet together around a big rock and told us they would vote on our membership. While he was gone I asked how Mark had taken over and we started planning on how we would get even with Mark.
Mark came back to get us and said we were still in. We were welcomed back as initiated members.
Mark still wasn't off the hook.
BH
westrock27@yahoo.com
USA
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Sunday, May 8th 2005 - 06:30:01 PM
More early stuff
Mark's payback
Actually for the payback we decided on something simple yet effective, the tour of the house. On a day that we knew that John's parents were going to be gone for a while John invited Mark to come over and play a game. John started puffing Mark's ego telling him what great sense of direction he had no getting lost in the woods and how he had us lost blah, blah, blah. By the end of it we could probably have lead him to China. John got the neckerchief and the belt and tied his hand behind his back and blindfolded him then lead him from room to room spinning him until he was dizzy and for every room he got wrong he got the punch in the arm. The extra spinning made sure he got most of them wrong. When we had gone through every room we lead Mark to the dining room where we tied him to a chair gagged him and left him there until just before it time for John's parents to be back. So there wouldn't be ant doubt in hid mind as to why we did this we told him and let him know that if ever tried to take over the club again he would be in for even worse.
He got the message, sort of.
I really didn't want to bully anybody but did not want to be bullied either and Mark had the annoying trait of trying to take everything over and we found out that tying him up for a "time out" was really effective for restraining his controlling tendencies. He must have liked being tied up too, or was just really arrogant, because he kept doing things that got him tied up.
Lucky guy. I wasn't that bold or arrogant, whichever. At least not in the club.
John and I did start tying each other with the disguise of "I wonder if this would work with Mark. Will you help me with this?"
At the end of the summer it was basically the end of the club at least until next summer, and the summer after that. After that summer John, Mark and a few of the other guys were starting junior high school and I and rest of us were still going to be in elementary school and the secret fort was becoming less of a secret, especially after the town bought the woods as a park/nature sanctuary. Actually, I'm glad the town did that rather than have the land sold to a developer for a shopping center or some other offices or houses. Even now I can walk through there and know almost exactly where the fort was. I still can find the rock that John and I had our feet tied around.
BH
westrock27@yahoo.com
USA
__________________________________________________________________________
BH's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - First Time
Story index at the bottom
By BH
Thursday, May 5th 2005 - 02:20:41 AM
First Time
The first thing that I remember along the lines of being tied up was when I was around 3 or 4 years old and my brother blindfolded me so that he could get into his stamp collection without me knowing where it was. I really didn't care about his stamp collection but for some reason being blindfolded was fun, so I made a big deal about wanting to know where it was. That insured that I would be blindfolded whenever he got into it when I was around, at least for the next few years, until we moved into a house where we had separate bedrooms.
That move lead to new and different tie ups.
We had a neighbor I'll call John. John was 1 or 2 years older than I was and thought of me as a pest, but my brother who was 5 years older that I thought of John the same way. So I guess of the two of us I was the lesser of two evils, and he would hang out with me when there was nothing else to do. John's father had been in the navy and one day at his house John was showing me pictures of where they had lived, been, etc. Kind of dull, but it passed the time.
Then we were looking at his father's shipboard pictures and it started to get interesting. There was one that had a line of blindfolded guys crawling on the deck of a ship, a couple of his father wearing a blindfold, others of more guys in blindfolds. I finally asked what all this was he said it was the shellback initiation and told me a little of what he knew about it and kept showing me more pictures some more of that and then some other stuff. I tried to steer him back to the shellback stuff but he just told me that if I wanted to know more I should ask his dad. Well I wanted to know more but was not ready to ask his father about it. So I just made small talk until I had to go home for dinner.
A few days later I was back at his house and his parents left to go to the city. We were playing checkers and I brought up the initiation again. He looked kind of exasperated but then he said, "Do you want to go through it?" YES! well I didn't say that I said something along the line of 'It seems kinda weird.'
"You're weird. Wait there, I'll be back in a minute."
He left and came back carrying a white belt and told me to put my hands behind my back, which i did with some protest, then he put the loop of the belt around them effectively tying them there. Then he took a big black cloth out of his pocket, I found out later it was one of his father's sailor neckerchiefs, rolled it up and tied it over my eyes. I couldn't even see light. He told me that he was going to take me around the house and that I would have to guess what room I was in. If I guessed wrong he would punch my arm. He spun me, lead me a few steps, spun me again, a few steps, spin, I'm sure you get the idea. Even so I was only wrong twice. I could tell by the feel of the floor. I didn't tell him that. He untied me and we were playing checkers when his parents got back.
It was a couple of weeks later when I did the same thing to him, again, at his house. With my brother I couldn't really do it at my house. That was when I started to find out that he was almost as into this as I was.
I was hooked on the black neckerchief. Still am.
Later in the summer we formed a neighborhood club. With an initiation, of course, which required the initiate to be bound and blindfolded and lead to the secret fort.
After a few more months and everyone who wanted to join had gone through the initiation that was the end of the tying, or so I thought. One of the newer members in the club had figured out that neither John nor I had been through the initiation and he thought that wasn't fair. John said something to the effect of we already know the secrets and it would be pointless. They didn't think so. Mark said that they'd come up with one of their own for us. So before the next meeting we all, nine of us, met at Mark's house and at the edge of the woods they blindfolded us and started leading us in. I said we know where the secret fort is. Good, no talking. We walked for what seemed like a long time then we stopped and they took off our blindfolds. We were told that we had fifteen minutes to find the fort or they throw us out. Out of our own club? John said, you can't. Find the fort and we won't. Well we found the fort, in twenty-two minutes. Mark tied our hands behind our backs and tied our feet together around a big rock and told us they would vote on our membership. While he was gone I asked how Mark had taken over and we started planning on how we would get even with Mark.
Mark came back to get us and said we were still in. We were welcomed back as initiated members.
Mark still wasn't off the hook.
BH
westrock27@yahoo.com
USA
--------------------------------------------
Sunday, May 8th 2005 - 06:30:01 PM
More early stuff
Mark's payback
Actually for the payback we decided on something simple yet effective, the tour of the house. On a day that we knew that John's parents were going to be gone for a while John invited Mark to come over and play a game. John started puffing Mark's ego telling him what great sense of direction he had no getting lost in the woods and how he had us lost blah, blah, blah. By the end of it we could probably have lead him to China. John got the neckerchief and the belt and tied his hand behind his back and blindfolded him then lead him from room to room spinning him until he was dizzy and for every room he got wrong he got the punch in the arm. The extra spinning made sure he got most of them wrong. When we had gone through every room we lead Mark to the dining room where we tied him to a chair gagged him and left him there until just before it time for John's parents to be back. So there wouldn't be ant doubt in hid mind as to why we did this we told him and let him know that if ever tried to take over the club again he would be in for even worse.
He got the message, sort of.
I really didn't want to bully anybody but did not want to be bullied either and Mark had the annoying trait of trying to take everything over and we found out that tying him up for a "time out" was really effective for restraining his controlling tendencies. He must have liked being tied up too, or was just really arrogant, because he kept doing things that got him tied up.
Lucky guy. I wasn't that bold or arrogant, whichever. At least not in the club.
John and I did start tying each other with the disguise of "I wonder if this would work with Mark. Will you help me with this?"
At the end of the summer it was basically the end of the club at least until next summer, and the summer after that. After that summer John, Mark and a few of the other guys were starting junior high school and I and rest of us were still going to be in elementary school and the secret fort was becoming less of a secret, especially after the town bought the woods as a park/nature sanctuary. Actually, I'm glad the town did that rather than have the land sold to a developer for a shopping center or some other offices or houses. Even now I can walk through there and know almost exactly where the fort was. I still can find the rock that John and I had our feet tied around.
BH
westrock27@yahoo.com
USA
__________________________________________________________________________
BH's stories
- 01 - First Time (m/m, m+/mm)
- 02 - Fishing, and reflection on tugs (m/m)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section