IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN


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The topic is “It Was That Time again” or, if you prefer, “It’s That Time again”.

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WILL & JAMES TAKEN BY SURPRISE (mmmm/mm)

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WILL & JAMES TAKEN BY SURPRISE (mmmm/mm)

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On the old board I posted a set of stories concering some "warbands" that kept some of the non-scouing boys (and one or two Scouts as well) out of trouble.

What follows is the first of those tales. It will be posted in four short parts.
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WILL AND JAMES TAKEN BY SURPRISE (1)


Once Will’s blindfold had been removed he wasn’t surprised to find that he had been delivered to his own front doorstep. He already knew that he was wearing only his long boxer shorts with an entire cartoon strip on them but could not see the pink bow knotted behind his neck holding a gift tag in place bearing the legend, “Hello, my name’s Billy. Please take care of me.” Other than the imminent embarrassment of his being found by his parents bound and gagged on the doorstep, the Broadhurst warband knew that Will hated being called Billy.

Will started taking stock of the situation.

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Being a Thursday night, Will hadn’t expected to be kidnapped. The “kidnap” games between the Limewood lads and the Broadhurst boys always took place at weekends or school holidays and the youngsters always made arrangements to “sleep-over” or “camp-out” so that their parents would not worry or interfere when they didn’t turn up at home for the duration of the event. A Thursday evening attack seemed to Will to be cheating. There was to be no school on Friday due to a teachers’ training day so the Broadhurst warband thought that they’d take some of their enemies unawares.

The plan was to take both Will and James as they walked home from school. Timing would be of the essence: it was known that Will would be walking home alone as he wanted to get there quickly. If he could get home in time, he could join his parents on their sailing boat on a jaunt across to the Island. But he knew they would not wait for him. Everyone else would be hanging around with their mates and taking their time except James who would be staying on to play cricket. They could get him later as long as they captured Will quickly and imprisoned him efficiently.

Tom, Karl, Aiden and Jonny laid their trap well. They ran to position themselves for the ambush. As Will just entered the woods at the far edge of the Common, Aiden leaped out and gagged him with one great hand and blindfolded him with the other after Jonny had whipped off his glasses. Aiden wasn’t that tall but was very powerful. Will did the obvious thing and reached his own hands up to his face to try to dislodge Aiden’s. This enabled Karl to force his wrists together and lower them so that Jonny could wrap them round with more than enough layers of black gaffer tape to render Will’s hands useless.

Aiden was still firmly clamped onto Will’s face as he and Karl transported him away from the path and into a ditch where they could less easily be seen. Tom invited Will to allow himself to be blindfolded and gagged in return for being walked into captivity. The alternative was to resist, still be bound and gagged but then have his feet bound as well and be carried to his “dungeon” hanging from a pole threaded between both his arms and his legs. Will had suffered this before and knew that, if he was to be taken any distance, it would become very painful.

No decision to make; Will was easily overpowered by his four assailants so, when Tom asked, “Submit?”, Will did his best to nod his head in spite of Aiden’s tight grip on his eyes and mouth.

“Wise decision, Billy”, said Jonny, “Close your eyes”. That was calculated to infuriate Will who hated being called Billy but he did as he was told when Aiden freed his eyes. Jonny could only put a single strip of tape over his eyes because Aiden’s hand was still firmly in place over his mouth clasping Will’s head to his chest. A similar strip was fastened over Will’s mouth as a token gag; that would do until later because Will knew that hanging from a pole was still available as a means of transportation.

Aiden freed Will’s head and Karl threaded a rope between his arms and tied a couple of loops firmly round his gaffer taped wrists. Will assumed that he would be led into captivity by this lead but Karl hadn’t finished. Will felt the end of the rope passed between his legs, pulled tight, threaded between his school rucksack and his back and fastened around his neck. Will wriggled a lot. At least Karl hadn’t used a slip knot.

Karl lived quite close to the Common and, with his mother working until quite late in the evening, the Broadwood warband had decided to use the garage as their dungeon. They were glad that Will chose the easy option because they could secure him much sooner than if they had had to carry him. Using the woodland as cover, they encouraged Will to move quickly to his imprisonment. Tom took hold of Will’s left arm and his rope collar while Aiden did the same on his other side. Will didn’t really feel like resisting under the circumstances, he just wanted this discomfort alleviated quickly.

It only took about ten minutes to reach Karl’s back fence. Unfortunately there was no gate in it but fortunately it wasn’t very high. Karl and Tom climbed over the fence near a fence post and waited to receive their guest. Aiden hoisted the, by now, very uncomfortable Will by his armpits while Jonny lifted his feet over the fence. The other two boys steadied him on the other side of the fence while Aiden and Jonny joined them.

Not being very efficiently gagged, Will was starting to express his opinion of his captors by now so Aiden thought it was about time to remind him of the alternative transport arrangements to persuade him to be quieter. The bluff worked; Will had no idea that he was nearly at his journey’s end.
Tom and Aiden took Will into the garage through the side door.

Tom’s warband now needed to ensure that Will was a) secure and b) very quiet while they went to collect James.

Karl had already threaded a chain between the corrugated ceiling and the reinforced concrete roof beam. Will was led towards it and Karl fed a padlock through the hanging ends of the chain which were then draped over Will’s shoulders. Another padlock fastened both bits of the chain together behind his neck. Karl fastened him securely enough to prevent Will slipping his head out but not tightly enough to constrict his breathing. The chain was short enough to allow Will a range of movement of only about 60 cms in any direction.

“I’m a bit concerned that you might upset my neighbours.” said Karl disingenuously. He knew that there were no neighbours to one side or across the road and that the nearest ones on the other side were at least 200 metres away and that both were stone deaf. Nevertheless, he wound several layers of gaffer tape around the strip that was already in place over Will’s mouth and reinforced the blindfold in a similar way. Will thought that he was not going to enjoy removing the gaffer tape from his unruly mass of very long, very blonde hair later.

With a final check to see that the prisoner’s hands were secure and a rope tied round his right wrist, passed round his back, tied round his left wrist and his right wrist again before being tied off to the rope round Will’s neck, the kidnappers left to collect James.

To leave a man with ropes and chains round his neck and gagged is not something that either warband would do to an opponent but Will seriously thought that that is what had happened to him. It was a bit of psychological warfare: Karl’s little brother, Max, who had been there all along, was left on guard. He had been threatened to within an inch of his life about what would happen if he moved or made a noise unless it was necessary. Max knew that, if Will escaped or if anything unfortunate happened to him, he would be taking his place. So he settled into a battered old arm-chair listening to his i-pod and waiting to be relieved. Will occasionally wondered about the different sounds he could hear but he never suspected Max’s presence.

The entire operation had taken less than an hour. The captors had plenty of time to visit Karl’s kitchen, have a snack and something to drink, relax for a while and still be in position in good time to ambush James.

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Thanks for the reminder. I always forget even though I reminded soemone else just before it!
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Xtc wrote:
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Thanks for the reminder. I always forget even though I reminded soemone else just before it!
Haha I think that may have been the post I saw just before I saw this one, which is what reminded me to remind you!

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By gosh, I love this story. A favorite of mine.

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I'm glad about that.
The infamous "Blackmail" will follow eventually.
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love it soo greät änd soo much täpe keep the good work änd the täpe hot stuff you write

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Thank you. I expect there is more to come.
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Well done, sir. Nice of the boys to find something for the non-scouts to play.
I like shorter chapters like this. Much easier for me to digest. Thanks for another delightful tale.

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Thank you. You can't keep a god boy down - - - but they do try.
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Well done! Glad as always to see one of your oldies! Always fun to see them ganging on some unsuspecting souls
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I thought we were supposed to support the underdog!?
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Xtc wrote:
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I thought we were supposed to support the underdog!?
Normaly I do but with these kids there's really no underdog right? Today Will is the victim, tomorrow it might be Aiden :)
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Never support the Underdog in these storys its good to be evil i love those evil kids i hope they torture him änd täpe him ä lot more

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gin wrote:
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Never support the Underdog in these storys its good to be evil i love those evil kids i hope they torture him änd täpe him ä lot more
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Normaly I do but with these kids there's really no underdog right? Today Will is the victim, tomorrow it might be Aiden :)
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OK. Time to meet James.


. . . . And, yes, Jonny has lots more tape.
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WILL AND JAMES TAKEN BY SURPRISE (2)


James was the only member of the cricket team who lived in that direction and, like Will, he was totally unsuspecting of an ambush. He crossed the common and, as he entered the woodland, he was still feeling smug about the 20 runs he had scored and the two wickets he had taken when Aiden struck.

Clamping his large hands over James’s mouth and eyes, Aiden suggested that he surrender but James continued struggling. Karl trod on one of his feet, holding it down and Tom on the other. James still made vain attempts to punch Aiden in the sides until Jonny took a hand.

Jonny loosened the end of the black gaffer tape and wound it several times round James’s right wrist. Tom passed his left wrist across and Jonny wrapped both his wrists together. When James had been secured sufficiently, Jonny kept going. James ended up having his forearms mummified completely.

Aiden released James’s eyes and they were immediately covered with several rounds of gaffer tape as Aiden pushed his head forwards away from his chest. “If you promise to be quiet, we might not remove your trousers now.” Offered Tom, “What do you think?”

Aiden removed his hands from James’s head and moved to restrain his arms instead. “No! Please, no. I’ve just come from cricket and I’m only wearing a jo---“, started James before Aiden’s hand was replaced over his mouth.

“Too bad - you spoke.” was Tom’s verdict. A “broken” James stopped struggling. He knew there was no hope now. As James closed his lips, Jonny covered his mouth with gaffer tape and reinforced it just a little with three more tight turns.

Jonny undid the draw string of James’s cricket trousers and let them fall to his ankles. More tape was wrapped round above James’s knees. Aiden reckoned that, by now, it was safe to release his tight grip on the unfortunate cricketer and Karl pulled his t-shirt up his back and over his head, leaving it draped uselessly over his arms. More tape then, first around his upper arms and then round his forearms clamping them close to his chest.

By now James’s hands were somewhat too near his tape gag for Jonny’s liking so he made sure that his fingers were comprehensively wrapped as well.

IT didn’t take long to remove James’s trainers and socks and slip his trousers over his feet, effectively leaving the unfortunate victim wearing just a jockstrap.

“Understand this, Jimmy-boy: you’re ours. We own you. If you co-operate from now on, you’ll be indoors very quickly away from anyone else’s view. Even if anyone does see us, they’re just going to think, “Typical yobbos” and pass by. If you promise to co-operate, we’ll un-tape your knees; if not, it’s going to take you a long time to get where you’re going with your knees like that. What’s it going to be? Co-operate?” Tom had a way with words. James nodded.

There was very little actual likelihood of their being observed as there was no real footpath through the narrow strip of woodland, it was just a useful short cut to Karl’s place. Like Will, James had no idea how far he would be taken but he was not much comforted by being roughly lifted over the fence so soon and taken into a building that he did not know.

Jonny walked James over to a ladder hanging on the wall. He turned James’s back to it, taped his ankles together and then taped his knees to a rung of the ladder using a sort of tape equivalent of a square lashing. Jonny always liked to demonstrate his generous nature through the amount of tape he chose to use. The same technique was pressed into service to attach James’s neck to another rung. One further lashing round his waist and another rung of the ladder completed the bondage to Jonny’s satisfaction.

Will tried to figure out who had just been brought in but, as yet, James was unaware that he was not the only prisoner.

Max was told to get lost and to keep quiet about things to their mother if he didn’t want to “join in” if he knew what was meant by that. Max did!

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You’d think that once the Broadhurst warband had so successfully secured their captives, they’d be really, thoroughly and unbearably smug. They were! But, ever the malcontent, Karl pointed out that they hadn’t been secured with torture in mind. Tom reminded him that it was Thursday, that the “game” had not been previously arranged and that the victims would need to be returned to their homes at a reasonable hour of the evening.

Then he had a moment of genius.

Turning to Will, who by now had been left in a very uncomfortable situation for over two hours, Tom said, “Don’t worry, Billy, we’ll make sure you get home on time, we’ll even take you there to make sure you’re safe.” He then gave him a couple of little slaps on the cheek. “As for you, Jimmy-boy, we wouldn’t want you to be late home, would we?” he said moving over to James and ruffling his hair. As someone who didn’t like to hear strong language, Tom was fortunate that James was gagged.

By now the rope under Will’s crutch had been tormenting him for hours so he was almost relieved when his kidnappers decided it was time to pay him some attention.

“We’re going to release you, Will, . . . but not yet. Let’s make you more comfortable.” announced Tom hypocritically as he undid the belt round Will’s school trousers and removed it completely. Later Will would regret wearing his fashionable belt with the metal reinforced eyelets along its length.

Karl then released the rope from Will’s neck resulting in a noticeable sigh of relief escaping through the tape gag, that wretched crutch rope was gone at last! As he felt his trousers being undone, Will started to try to avoid Tom’s attentions but the chain round his neck made resistance futile and, with a sarcastic cry of, “Nice knickers!” from Tom, Will found himself bare-legged – or as bare legged as a boy can be when he’s wearing a bizarrely long pair of boxer shorts with an entire cartoon strip on them!

A quick wedgie from Karl helped Will to stand up straight and concentrate on what he was being told. Comfort demanded that he co-operate and agree to use his feet to remove his shoes and allow Jonny to remove his socks and pull his trousers over his feet. Just a few rounds of gaffer tape round his ankles from Jonny then held Will’s feet together ready for his release from the chain.

Being in a hurry when they kidnapped Will, the Broadhurst boys hadn’t yet removed his school clothing. Now they needed to remove his jacket, polo shirt and t-shirt and even his school bag that he was still wearing.

Karl decided that another wedgie was in order while he explained Will’s opportunities to him. Basically, either he could strip himself after his hands had been freed or they could assist him but that might be more “uncomfortable”. Will understood that, with the chain still round his neck, he could not possibly resist being stripped in any case and made a good guess that trying to remove his gag or his blindfold would automatically result in the “uncomfortable” route. When Karl asked if he understood, Will nodded slowly.

Aiden untied the rope from Will’s waist and wrists and Jonny started cutting the gaffer tape that was still holding his wrists firmly together. Will slowly removed his rucksack; Tom took it and put his spectacles and his discarded clothing in it. Off came the jacket and that too went into the bag. Will pulled his dark blue polo shirt and white t-shirt over his head but could get them no further than the chain connecting his neck to the garage roof beam.

Will was reasonably tall (about 178 cm) and very blonde with (under other circumstances) a loud and rather harsh voice. He was pale skinned, not particularly athletic and carried a little excess weight.

The Broadhurst boys only had two decisions to make: did they have time for Karl’s requested torture session and how were their prisoners going to be presented when they were taken home.


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WILL AND JAMES TAKEN BY SURPRISE (3)


Karl pointed out that it wouldn’t take too long to prepare Will for torture so they might as well at least take advantage of that. The others agreed – all except Will. And, perhaps, James, who wasn’t consulted.

Tom got a length of green rope and tied a clove hitch around Will’s left wrist near one end, tied it off and added a few more turns for security. After knotting them off, he got Aiden to give him a shoulder hoist so that he could reach higher than Will. As Aiden held Tom securely, Tom threaded the rope through both strands of the chain and climbed down off Aiden’s shoulders. Pulling on the end of the rope hauled Will’s left arm high in the air and he didn’t feel like co-operating over his right wrist and started struggling. Now, for such a smart boy this was NOT a good idea. Karl just swept his feet away from under him and Tom loosened the rope slightly leaving Will hanging in the chain. He soon got the idea.

When he regained his feet, Karl asked him, “Got the idea?” Will nodded. Karl got a tool box from the corner of the garage and lifted Will’s feet onto it. Tom got a lift from Aiden again and pulled the rope tight before fastening it around Will’s raised right wrist. Tying off like that always provides a little slack no matter how careful the captor is. Karl removed the tool box. That left the chain relatively loose round Will’s neck but his arms stretched tightly above his head and just the balls of his feet in contact with the garage floor.

“All yours.” said Tom to Karl & Jonny who wasted no time getting down to business. They really worked as a team. Starting with the armpits, working round to the chest (they noticed with pleasure Will’s reaction to having his nipples assaulted) and down to the waist, they worked every sensitive area of Will’s upper body while he thrashed around helplessly on the end of the rope.

“Good job the neighbours are deaf.” said Karl leaving off from his labours to look for something. Jonny continued with a full frontal assault on Will’s midriff, which Will found particularly hard to bear, and his sides. By now Will was jumping around so much that Jonny had to stand on his toes to hold them down. This had been a really gratifying session.

Just after the tickling stopped and Will stopped yelling into his gag in favour of breathing deeply, he felt a sudden pain in his chest. Karl had found what he was looking for: his mum’s clothes pegs. The squealing started!

“Have we got time for the other one?” Aiden’s voice this time. He hadn’t had a go yet.

“If we get them both packaged up ready for delivery, we can see what time we’ve got then, I reckon.” said Tom. Somewhat ruefully Aiden agreed.

“Which one first”

“Let’s leave Billy to enjoy his new jewellery for a while and deal with Jimmy.

“OK.”

Still the indistinct imprecations flowed fluently from Will but no one seemed to be taking much notice. They had better things to do.

James wondered if things would have been any better if he’d co-operated initially; maybe they’d have let him change into his boxer shorts. At least they’d brought his cricket bag with all his clothes and his cricket kit in it. Nevertheless, he was now firmly taped to a ladder wearing just his jockstrap and it sounded as if he was going to be taken home like that.

James was lean with excellent posture. Shortish, straight dark hair and pale-skinned, he seemed to carry no spare fat but was by no means skinny. He had a lop-sided grin that caused him to have a dimple on his left cheek when he was happy. He probably didn’t have a dimple now.

“Right, we’re short of time, any resistance and you won’t even have that jock-strap to wear. Understand?” I told you Tom had a gift with words.

Jonny lifted James’s taped ankles, hooked his feet over the bottom rung of the ladder and tied them simply in position. James understood this move: it made sure that he would not be able to stand to defend himself. That move put quite a stress on James’s body as he was, in effect, hanging from the ladder attached at three points of his body.

Jonny freed his neck first so that he wouldn’t strangle. Next to go was the tape round his knees leaving all his weight bearing down on the tape round his waist. While Aiden supported his body, Jonny cut the tape restraining James’s waist against the ladder. Aiden let him slip down gently until he was kneeling with his feet raised and just his knees in contact with the ground. The cutting continued until James had tape only round his head, his ankles and his wrists.

Jonny cut the tape round James’s wrists and slipped the redundant t-shirt off over his hands. Aiden lowered his body, quite gently, to the ground and Karl forced his arms together behind his back. Tom took a long rope and started fastening James’s arms very firmly ready for later.

Starting at his wrists Tom tied them together palm to palm. Moving up, after tying a knot at elbow level, James’s elbows were tied individually then drawn as close together as Tom could manage. Two more turns round each elbow and a few more between them and there was more of that language that Tom would not like! Tom continued by passing the ends of the rope under James’s armpits, back over the opposite shoulders and down his back again. Both parts of the rope were tied together and both free ends looped around the elbow ties, tightened and tied off closing James’s elbows even more.

“Stop that row, somebody.” Called Tom indicating Will who was now, in addition to yelping, pleading desperately to have the pegs removed from his nipples. Karl offered him a deal: if he could keep quiet, “No yelling, no squealing, no nothing for 60 seconds”, then he would remove the pegs, “But not even a squeak, remember. Starting now!” Will thought that was the longest minute of his life. By about 30 seconds he thought time was up and nearly gave voice. It was a good job he stayed with it. When the minute was up Karl unceremoniously yanked the pegs from Will’s chest prompting an involuntary squeak. Should he start pleading, should he remain silent? He chose the latter and Karl assured him that, if he made a single noise from now on, the pegs were ready and waiting.

Jonny removed the rope keeping James’s feet off the floor and cut the tape from around his ankles. Tom started with a handcuff knot round his raised ankles followed by five figure-eight loops which were then tied off between his ankles. Tensions in the figure eight loops were equalised and cinched again.

Simple ties above and below his knees completed the job so far. Aiden asked if there was going to be any torture time but that was more to cause distress than anything else. Success! An instant wriggling, screaming, incoherent worm squirmed and rolled spectacularly round the floor.

“Sorry, Mate, Let’s get them both finished off first, then there might be time.” apologised Tom in a manner that he hoped was not too theatrical. James was subdued by Aiden; and Karl and Tom completed his bind by tying a fairly short rope between James’s wrists, passing it between his legs, pulling as tight as possible before tying it off between his ankles and returning it to the elbow bonds for tying off. James was now in a very tight hogtie.

“If there is going to be time, your belly and feet ain’t half vulnerable.” Aiden pointed out with just a short demonstration for James to consider. James couldn’t figure out, though, why something had just been tied, not uncomfortably, round his neck.

“That’ll do. Now for the other one.”

Jonny checked that Will was still adequately blindfolded and gagged while Tom got a bunk up from Aiden to untie his left wrist. The resultant sag brought Will up short against the chain. “Now we’re going to tie your right wrist to your left ankle. We can do it with your head in the chain or we can let you down first. Which is it to be: co-operate or suffer? Isn’t life all decisions? Suffer?” Much shaking of Will’s head followed. “Co-operate?” Much nodding. “Promise?” Even more frantic nodding prompted by Tom lifting the chain slightly.

Will had decided that he was helpless against four of them in any case so he might as well co- operate in the hopes of getting his ordeal over sooner.

Karl undid the padlock in front of Will’s neck and Will collapsed to the floor. So did his polo shirt and t-shirt. Tom gave him a few seconds to recover and then told him to sit up. Good as his “word” Will did so. Using the rope that was already attached to Will’s wrist, Tom undid most of the turns leaving only the original tied-off clove hitch and started tying the wrist to the left ankle. Four loops round, tied-off and equalised then cinched off did the job. Tom decided that a present should be properly wrapped and found a matching green rope for the other wrist and ankle. Will was now sitting uncomfortably crouched forwards with his arms between his legs.

As a finishing touch Tom threaded a short rope under Will’s knees and back in front of them again, pulling it tight before tying it off. This clamped his legs hard against his arms. At that time Tom might have heard more of those words of which he didn’t approve if only Will wasn’t gagged.

Jonny cut the tape that had covered Will’s mouth for the past hour or so and tugged it free and, right on cue, Will started gobbing off – big time!. Bad move! Jonny had already folded his t-shirt neatly and he stuffed it into Will’s all-too-open mouth. Tom looked around for something to retain it in place then he remembered Will’s belt. It wasn’t very wide but had reinforced eyelet holes along its entire length. Ideal! The strap was tightened around the t-shirt forcing it well back into Will’s mouth which was also forced to open uncomfortably wide. With all the material that didn’t fit into his mouth flapping around in front of his face it almost looked like Will was testing some sort of experimental breathing apparatus. At least any sweat he was tasting was his own.

Jonny cut the tape covering Will’s eyes and ripped it, none too slowly, from his head. What a good job they had applied a more efficient gag or Tom might have heard more “language”. Before he could see anything, however, that blindfold had been replaced by his own polo shirt. Jonny wasn’t satisfied and still insisted upon gaffer taping it into place.

The last tie round his neck was a mystery to Will; he couldn’t think what it was for.

Aiden went over to James, knelt down and started stroking him with the back of his index finger. “May I torture him now, Master?” he said in a cod ‘Mittel European’ accent.

“No Igor, but you may have the next one.”

“Thank you, Master. Master is so good to me, you know.” Said ‘Igor’ with a few parting strokes down the soles of James’s feet.

The “parcels” were now ready for delivery. No way would Will’s folks be back from the Island yet so there was no hurry with him. James usually went round a mate’s after cricket matches so his parents wouldn’t worry until quite late especially as there was no school tomorrow. What a pity his mate hadn’t been picked for that game.


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WILL AND JAMES TAKEN BY SURPRISE (4)



The previous weekend both warbands had joined in with other (more official) local youth organisations in the local “soap-box derby”. The Limewood lads had won – another cause for resentment! Karl still had the Broadhurst “chariot” in the garage. It was about to come in very handy.

Karl manoeuvred the cart next to where James lay rocking, rolling and hog-tied on the garage floor. James could hear it approaching but he had no idea what it was.

“Master wants me to give you a lift”, said “Igor”. This was now getting very wearing for James who found himself being lifted uncomfortably and dumped down on what appeared to be a bit of rough planking. It was. His cricket bag was then thrown on top of him.

“Ok. We’re going to take you home now. We’ll cover you up even though it’s getting dark. Your best plan is to be very quiet. I don’t think you want anybody seeing you like that – but feel free.” Tom outlined the situation quite succinctly.

Poor Max had been summonsed again to go on guard duty. Usual conditions, threats and promises applied. He settled down for a boring hour or so and gave serious consideration to applying to join the Limewood war party. He knew, though, that he lived in the wrong area.

Karl found an old blanket and draped it over James and his cricket bag, tucking it in carefully, and the cart was wheeled out of the garage. James’s house was only about 30 minutes away and this was the quietest the Broadhurst boys had ever been when carrying out an operation.

Now they had to take a chance. They were at the end of James’s drive and had to work quickly. Karl whipped off the blanket and took the cricket bag to the house, Aiden and Tom lifted James out of the cart and carried him to the doorstep. Jonny turned the cart around and started to speed it away.

James was told that he had 30 minutes to escape before they called his parents. The Broadhurst band then legged it – fast!

Once they were back at Karl’s garage, the Broadwood band told Max to go and juggle live hand grenades so that they could get on with business. After the allotted time Jonny rang from Karl’s land line (number withheld, needless to say) and asked if James was there. When he was told, “No”, he suggested they check the front step and hung up.

James had been struggling hoping to get free and climb in his bedroom window, which he knew was open and which he had done several times in the past. No hope. He was still nearly as tightly bound as when he had arrived. About the only change was that the pink bow that had been tied round his neck was now in front of him.

His mum went to the door. Seeing James, she exploded into laughter. There were times James hated his mother.

“Just a minute, I need to get Charlie’s camera. Charlie, come and have a look at this.” This was one of those times. Charlie, his little brother, came to enjoy the spectacle and read the gift tag attached to the bow. “My name is Jimmy. Please take care of me.”

“Mmgn mm uuu aa mmb”, pleaded James, rolling around, not knowing whether to try to hide his arse or his support from his mother.

A few photos later Charlie was told to untie his brother and let him in. Charlie did – except for the pink bow. James was now so furious that he even walked into the house with both it and the gift tag still round his neck.


One down – One to go!


By the time the phone call to James’s home had been made it was dark.

Will was checked out to ensure that he was still properly bound. He was.

Aiden and Tom lifted him into the soap box cart along with his school rucksack and Karl shrouded him in the old blanket. He was given the same “briefing” as James and the cart started on its way to Will’s place. It was a slightly shorter journey this time and Will was decanted onto his front step with very little danger of his parents’ being at home. They removed Will’s blindfold and told him he had 30 minutes to escape before they called his house.

Will looked down and saw his right wrist tied to his left ankle and vice-versa, the rope between his knees and the fact that, all the ropes had been tied off well away from his rather long and skilful fingers. His t-shirt was still held in his mouth by his own belt. His captors momentarily considered removing the t-shirt and tightening the belt; they weren’t going to mind too much if he called attention to himself packaged up on his own front doorstep but it was more important to make a clean getaway.

Will started taking stock of his situation. He had been given 30 minutes to escape and somehow get into his own home or Aiden, who was an excellent mimic, had threatened to use Will’s own mobile to ring his home number and, in Will’s voice, explain that he had lost his keys (which I suppose was true) and needed to be let in.

Will rolled round like a mad thing thanking whatever gods there might be that his front door was not visible to the neighbours. After half an hour he had worked the gag out of his mouth but had made very little progress other than that.

When the call came, Will’s parents had not returned home. (Un)fortunately his brother, Jim, was in having just returned from Uni. He took the call and came to the door. Will took one look at him and knew that he would be enslaved to Jim for weeks if he wanted to be untied before their parents returned. To ensure obedience Jim took just a few blackmail pictures on his phone.

Having untied just his knees and one wrist, Jim retired leaving his new slave on the step to finish freeing himself. He was now looking forward to the next few weeks even more!


Mission accomplished!



THE END
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OK, that's the end of that little "Warbands" tale but longer-standing members might remember that we haven't met JT yet.
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OK, here's the next "Warbands" tale: viewtopic.php?f=8&t=5188&p=42044&sid=ab ... 3a7#p42044
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