THE LITTLE BROTHERS CONTEST (26)
Time To Turn In
When it came to the time to bank up the fire for the night and it seemed as if those who were not bound were about to head for bed, the sound of squeaking became ever more animated and the agitated sound of Japanese started to ring out over the site once more. Matt knew better than to interfere and Luke knew better than to despair.
The big brothers were well aware that they couldn't leave Aki and Sid as they were overnight although Mo pretended that he wasn't, and Luke rather hoped that he would be left where he was. Did I say that Luke wasn't too bright?
It was time to extend hospitality. The old Icelandic could just about accommodate all present and even six grown people would be able to fit comfortably so Aiden made a generous offer. Scott declined and said that, if Luke and he used their own tent, everyone else would have more room. Mo suggested that, if they staked Sid out by the fire, there would be even more room. The blue dumbbell went into overtime.
Aiden had a quiet word with Sid, who calmed down but he did manage to convince himself that trying to escape would be futile but that he would be more or less safe all the while Aiden was there to "protect" him. He also knew that, if he did not cooperate, that protection would be withdrawn.
As usual, several things happened at once but it will be easier to relate them as if they occurred in a serial fashion.
Scott convinced Luke that, if he untied him, he could attend to personal matters and get tied up in a more acceptable manner for an overnight sojourn if that was what he wanted. Even Luke could recognise a good deal when he was offered one. He forced himself to his feet by pushing against the tree behind him and Scott held his torch in his mouth while he freed his arms in a reasonably efficient manner. Luke didn't even start to topple that often. Once Scott had done what he considered to be enough, he left Luke to remove the pillow cases from his head and the ropes from his wrists before seating himself to untie his ankles. He even coiled the ropes properly afterwards.
Having ironed out the kinks a bit, Luke took his erstwhile bindings over to his tent and located a clean pair of boxers. He made for a private area, stripped, took a piss and thought he might 'adopt' Scott's old water polo briefs for use in future tie-up adventures. He couldn't see his brother objecting. Upon returning to his tent to await Scott's promise to 'tuck him in for the night', Luke stowed the lurid green garment safely in his rucksack.
Aiden thought it would be wise to stand guard over Sid as Mo and Tatsu freed their respective little brothers from each other (but not from the necklace, of course). Aki was reckoned to be the more susceptible to reason of the captives and Tatsu was happy to deal with him on a one-to-one basis. The others wondered exactly how much the biggest guy present had over the smallest one to have made him so cooperative. Aki obviously needed more than a tree to visit and he managed to negotiate a visit to the stable yard. In his situation, he had the choice: either promise to do only what he had to do and immediately return ready to be put to bed, or start walking. Tatsu smugly released him from the chain.
Aki made for his back-pack, collected a pair of basketball shorts and a loo-roll in a plastic bag. As he ran off to find much needed relief, Tatsu went to find something from his own pack that he thought he would need upon Aki's return.
Predictably, as soon as he had pulled the gag from his mouth, Sid immediately demanded equal rights with Aki. Mo asked whether he shouldn't just tie him up, gag him again and leave him where he was. Aiden raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to one side. Sid took the hint.
"Please, Mo, I promise I'll come back. Honest."
"Hands up who believes Sid." Sid's petition died at its inception.
"Tell you what: when Aki gets back, I'll ask Mo if he'll be kind enough to take you walkies on this chain." Aiden shook the chain lightly. "Deal?"
"Hang on, doesn't he have to ask me nicely again?"
Sid looked from face to face. No sympathy was to be detected (Matt didn't count). "Please, Mo, will you take me to the bog?" Mo graciously agreed.
"Here, you might need these." Scott, who had returned from untying Luke, had released the redundant padlocks and was offering them to Mo, whose mathematics were not of the highest quality. Fortunately, both Scott's and Aiden's were - or were those two just more accustomed to the use of locks and chains than he was?
Aiden instructed Sid to stand and to turn to face the tree. "OK, Mo, this is the critical stage, hold onto the chain." Aiden unlocked the ends of the chain and handed the padlock to Scott. Mo was holding onto one part of the chain a few centimetres in front of Sid's neck while Aiden brought the other strand over his shoulder so that it hung down his back. He made a careful, informal measurement and took one of the padlocks from Scott. Sid's right wrist was soon surrounded by metal links and secured. Aiden had left the chain hanging down Sid's back quite loose even when his arms were straight. "There you go, your turn." Aiden was addressing Mo. "Give him a bit of length, he'll be quite safe."
Mo cuffed Sid's left wrist about thirty centimetres from his tight one. At the first attempt, Sid complained volubly that the cuff was too tight. Even Mo had to agree so, under instruction from the more experienced boys, he wrapped the chain twice round Sid's wrist before securing it again.
"D'you reckon I ought to cuff his feet as well?"
"Oh no, pleeeease, I won't run off, honest."
"Votes?" - a pause - "No sorry, Sid, we don't believe you for some reason."
Mo was about to bring the trailing end of the chain down behind his brother until Scott asked him what Sid was about to go and do.
"Go for a crap, I expect. - - Ah. Yes, I see." Mo changed tactics and left the chain hanging down in front of Sid. Using the end of the chain, and following a word to the wise about the advisability or otherwise of using his knees once Mo had knelt, Mo trapped Sid's left ankle. There was a fair amount of chain looping on the ground but Sid completely refused to beg Mo to leave him as long a hobble as possible. "OK, your decision." And Mo allowed him only about thirty centimetres of chain between his ankles.
"Mo, here, you can't leave him like that, he'll trip over all that loose chain."
"And the problem with that is?"
"Mo, just shorten that hanging chain, mate. Yes, you HAVE told me." Mo did what he knew to be sensible, leaving Sid with a loop of chain hanging down at a well-judged height to be really annoying as it flapped around against Sid's meagre clothing and its contents whenever he moved.
"OK, Sid, off you go."
"Aren't you coming too?"
"I've got better things to do than listen to you taking a dump." Sid couldn't believe his luck; if his granddad saw him like this, surely he'd tell their dad and then even that air-head would have to stop Maurice bullying him, wouldn't he? Sid made off, somewhat slowly, for the manor house but he had a necessary stop to make on the way.
Before he had left the camp site, Sid passed the returning Aki who ceded the loo roll to him. It took Sid a remarkably long time to get to the stable yard and he just about managed to manoeuvre his swimming costume down and his backside onto the toilet seat in time to avoid an embarrassing accident. He was quite glad that his brother had better things to do than . . .
Procedures being over Sid, not without some difficulty, completed the paperwork and with even more difficulty, pulled his swimmers up. What followed wasn't the most comfortable 'habillement' Sid had ever effected as he frantically wriggled, jumped up and down, tried to get his right thumb as far round to the front of the waistband as possible and swore as he tried to get his bits into the garment.
Eventually Sid was as happy as could be expected with his costume and pushed open the door to the thundershed with his shoulder. "Hi, Sid. Nice crap?" All the little guy's hopes dispersed into the night. He didn't even have the heart to swear. Visions of that tractor and the disc harrow resurfaced. "Coming?" Sid's trudge back to the campsite was even slower than his journey there.
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Luke would present no problems unless you count begging to be tied up at regular intervals and, according to Tatsu, Aki should present very little problem at all, especially after he had used what he had retrieved from his pack, so everybody agreed to deal with Sid once Mo had escorted him back to site. Scott and Luke hoped to gain from Tatsu's providence as well but Scott did have to show one of the dumbbells to Luke to stop him nagging. Several more biscuits were consumed by all the waiting boys and even Aki got a share of the remaining chocolate.
Eventually Sid stumbled his way back to the site and Tatsu checked his supplies and decided that he could spare some for his friend, Mo. Mo was a bit reluctant because he would have preferred to "tie the little git up properly". However, he bowed to the experience of Scott and Aiden and settled for accepting the rolls of gaffer tape which he had been convinced would be safer.
'Uncle Aiden' appealed to reason with Sid. He pointed out that he could either be put to bed as he was but with the chains adjusted so that his wrists and ankles would be much closer together, or he could cooperate while the 'generous Maurice' made him more comfortable. Sid didn't look grateful but he did indicate his 'willingness' to cooperate.
Mo accepted two of the new rolls of black tape that Tatsu had been saving and Aki realised what it was that had been taking up at least some of the space in his brother's over-stuffed rucksack. He hoped against hope that there were no more hidden surprises waiting for him. In spite of Sid's assurances, Mo was taking no chances and Sid was given the choice of walking over to the 'necklace tree' of his own volition or of receiving assistance. He declined the kind offer of assistance.
Aiden went along, not only to help his mate, but also to be there to calm Sid down if it looked as if he was going to get himself into more trouble. He really didn't want to have to keep an ear out for him once he had retired for the night just because Mo had found it necessary to restrict him less comfortably. Mo unlocked Sid's hobbles and gave the end of the chain to his mate to hold while he unlocked his wrists. Sid was soon chained to the tree once more.
Mo slipped the rolls of tape off his arms where he had stored them while he was dealing with the padlocks and knelt down. "Don't do that first, Mo, little tick'll only fall over." Not only was Aiden probably right, Sid didn't fancy toppling and being arrested by the chain around his neck. He thought he might just behave. Mo pointed out how generous he was in not taping Sid's arms behind him UNLESS that was what he really wanted and told him to hold onto his opposite elbows. Sid had to hold his arms away from his body while Mo carefully wound tape from his right elbow, all the way along his forearms and back again. A few turns around Sid's upper arms had still made very little impression on the roll of tape. Seeing how much was left, Mo then bound his little brother's arms to his torso.
"Mo, do you think that was really necessary?"
"Nope." Mo was happy in his work. By the time he had taped Sid's ankles, calves and thighs comprehensively, there was still plenty of tape left and he hadn't even started on the second roll. He was in such a good mood that he even pulled one of the pillowcases over Sid's head to protect his hair before taping over his eyes. Sid didn't see Aiden putting his hand on Mo's arm.
"Sid, don't you think it's kind of Mo not to gag you?" Mo was puzzled but managed to remain quiet. "Say, 'thank you', or I'm sure he could change his mind."
Sid gave his brother a reluctant, "Thanks." and Aiden made a note to explain overnight safety to Mo later on. Mo settled for securing the pillowcase firmly but safely round Sid's neck before releasing him from the tree.
"Eeyhhh-Upp!" Mo almost immediately regretted not gagging Sid as Aiden hoisted him up onto his shoulder. After the initial shock, Sid calmed down as Aiden carried him across to the biggest tent on site. Both Mo and Tatsu had benefitted from Aiden's wisdom so there was no carry mat for Sid even though Mo had moved their sleeping bags into the tent. The well wrapped boy was soon zipped securely into his sleeping bag and Mo left him with a parting, "No wanking, now." Sid did not appreciate the irony.
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Mo returned the unused roll of tape to Tatsu and the boys turned their attention to accommodating Aki who suffered a similar fate to Sid except that Tatsu exhausted an entire roll of tape on the skinny little kid, leaving very little exposed flesh below his neck and absolutely no sign of the long shorts he was wearing. Tatsu asked his friends if he ought to apply a further roll over the top of his pet worm but they convinced him that it probably wasn't necessary. He settled for wrapping far more tape than was necessary round his brother's hair and eyes but he did use one of the pop socks first.
There was no way Aki could be expected to hop over to the tent so Tatsu settled for making him lie down and rolling him. He said that dragging him was likely to make the tape looser and that he was prepared to take the time and trouble necessary. Aki was soon zipped into his sleeping bag and Tatsu decided that perhaps he would be wise just "to make him more - - - com-fort-a-ble". Mo supported Aki's feet and Scott wrapped the unoccupied fabric more closely round Aki's legs ready for Tatsu to bind round where his ankles all too evidently were. Another few layers above where the occupant of the sleeping bag's legs bent preceded a further wrapping of the loose bag fairly tightly around the little guy's torso ready for more tape to be applied at the tops of his thighs, round his waist and twice more before Tatsu proclaimed his satisfaction. Aki was then pushed over to be lying beside Sid.
That left Luke to tuck in for the night. Scott didn't normally use tape on him and he was usually just simply tied round his wrists and his ankles and blindfolded unless he was the "guest" of his rival Scout Troop. He was getting rather keen now and would really have appreciated lying face down while he was accommodated but he didn't dare ask.
Scott asked Tatsu if he could use one of the surplus rolls of gaffer tape and Tatsu indicated that there were many from which he could choose. Luke was standing with his hands over his shorts.
"OK, Shithead, if that's the way you want it." In truth Scott recognised his brother's predicament but he had certainly been a good boy during the Little Brothers Contest and Scott didn't want to be nastier to him than he considered to be reasonable. Even giving him the offer of backing out would not really be in order. He started at Luke's shoulders and wrapped him all the way down his hunched-up torso as far as his elbows. With Luke being so cooperative, Scott considered that he was creating a masterpiece and had managed to overlap the tape generously.
"OK, hands off cocks." Luke's blush could not really be seen by the light of the fire but neither could anything else from any distance. Luke did his best to move his hands away from the front of his boxers and Scott did his best to avoid any intimate passing massage as he wrapped his hands into a useless black lump. "OK, you can cover yourself up again now." Scott taped Luke's lower arms to his torso just as generously as he had wrapped his upper arms.
"OK, Shithead?" Luke nodded but he was a bit concerned that Scott had done all he was going to do to him. He really should have known better but this IS Luke we're talking about. "In that case, I'd better finish the job." Luke smiled. "Over there." Scott indicated one of the sections of fallen tree that constituted the camp furniture. Luke sat on it and raised his feet.
"Not like that, on your belly." Scott was too experienced to expect his subject to remain stable as he tried to keep his seat once his legs were raised so Luke was soon belly down over the log and offering his feet ready for binding. "Mo, grab hold a minute, will you?"
"Delighted." There was no way Luke needed restraining to prevent his escaping but it would have been too much of a strain for him to be able to have presented his thighs for binding so Mo clamped his ankles together and raised them to a convenient height. Before long Luke had been taped from his ankles to his bum with the tape trapping his boxers and leaving only the fronts of his knees exposed. As far as Luke was concerned, there was only one thing left and he could always remind Scott about that if he looked as though he was going to forget. He needn't have worried.
"OK, Luke, on your feet." Scott helped him wriggle off the log and supported him as he tried to stand. Luke looked at his brother questioningly but he did not need to frame the question. He made several small bunny hops to turn himself round. Scott and Aiden were ready to catch him. He started to try to make for his and Scott's tent.
"OK, matey, good try. Here y' go " So saying, Aiden bent forwards and pushed his shoulder into Luke's midriff prior to lifting him onto his broad shoulder. He set him down again by the door of the tent and helped him to regain his equilibrium. Luke knew that that equilibrium was almost certain to become disturbed very soon. Sure enough, he started to topple after only a few seconds. His bother helped him reasonably gently to the ground. The mummy that was Luke breathed a noticeable sigh of relief.
Scott removed Luke's sleeping bag liner from inside his sleeping bag and pulled it up round Luke's supine form. "OK, your choice, inside the bag or on it?" It was that time of year and Luke was already feeling sorry for Sid and especially for Aki who were inescapably ensconced in their downy cocoons. Luke appreciated the mild protection from insects that the liner would afford him but he really did not want to end up swimming in his own sweat. He made his choice and Scott zipped up his sleeping bag so that he would have both layers to lie on. Needless to say, his carry mat had already departed to Scott's side of the tent.
"Ready?" Luke indicated that he was and soon found that his brother was not going to be as concerned as Tatsu had been about the consequences of dragging his prisoner into his tent. Being a four-berth dome, there was plenty of room to drag Luke into the sleeping compartment and then roll him onto his sleeping bag. "OK, Luke?" Luke said that he'd be OK and asked if Scott was going leave him like that. Scott could take a hint, so he went to collect one of the pillow cases and the remains of one of Tatsu's rolls of tape. It wasn't long before Luke had drifted off to that place again.
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Matt still half thought that he would end up being tied up like the other little brothers but Aiden had promised him that he was free even if he had cheated him of his opportunity to leave the site. He would really have liked to be able to change out of those skimpy briefs, though. Oh, well, at least he could use his sleeping bag to lie on and protect it from the dirt that liberally endowed his body by sleeping in his sleeping bag liner. He was quite surprised to find that Aiden had even returned his carry mat; he didn't bother to thank him.
Scott, who, like Matt, had also played the last evening games bare-chested also decided that, rather than simply slathering himself in deet as he would often do before simply lying on his sleeping bag, he would also retire to his cotton liner. His mum would probably only make him launder it himself either way. He wished his brother, "Goodnight", well, what he actually said was, "Awright, Shithead?", and, upon receiving an affirmative reply, turned his back on him and put some serious effort into throwing up the zeds.
Tatsu (predictably) stripped, folded his clothing neatly into his rucksack and attired himself in his pj's. Aiden and, this time Mo as well, settled for the more traditional night attire of the immediately preceding day's boxers. Nobody bothered to zip up his sleeping bag and soon even Mo had stopped talking and peace and (relative) quiet settled on the site.
TBC