THE LAND FARMERS AND THE SAILOR BOYS
Evening Entertainments
Evening Entertainments
Big Steve, even though he was chained to the concrete block, at least saw people coming and going occasionally even if they did sometimes give his nose and ears a flick or even tweak his nipples in passing. Joe was just abandoned in the store and lying on the corrugated grille that formed the cage. Not the most comfortable bed he’d ever had.
Both boys were getting desperate to relieve themselves. Steve considered taking a surreptitious pee against the concrete block but he was far from sure about what the Sailor Boys would do to him if he was discovered doing so. He had another hour and a half of metaphorically crossing his legs. Joe didn’t dare urinate on the floor of the store, he could make a good guess what would happen to him if he did.
T-Boy wasn’t around to prepare dinner so the plan was that they’d send out for a take-away. They knew that, if they gave a code-word down the phone, the nearest kebab shop would deliver to a car-park not much more than two kilometres from the Log Cabin. To call that particular take-away a kebab shop is an under statement: they do pizzas, pies, chips, huge rounds of garlic bread, fish, chicken . . . need I go on? They are also generous with the extra free portions of chips and huge bottles of coke. Oh, and the curry sauce is superb!
Alex took the opportunity for some exercise. He said that living in the country some distance from the nearest bus stop was what kept him so fit. The fact that he swam regularly and worked out might also have helped. He could run. He could run fast. In spite of being built more like a sprinter, he could run fast over quite long distances. He volunteered to go and collect dinner from the car park.
Alex would be going alone as not even Action Man could keep up with him over that distance and the quicker the food could be got to the Cabin, the hotter it would be. Keeping a lookout might have given the Scouts a hostage for exchange (and a free dinner) but they hadn’t. Bad move. Alex changed into the athletics shorts and the old running shoes that he kept at the Cabin. He removed his favourite old blue t-shirt which, by now, had seen better days but Alex liked the way its tightness showed off his muscles. No, he wasn’t really vain!
The take-away rang to say their driver was on the way. Slipping a suitable rucksack over his bare torso, Alex was gone.
The next item on the Twins’ programme was deciding how they were going to eat their dinner. They had been offered nothing to eat all day and it must have been nearing seven in the evening.
Action Man and Evan went out to Joe and explained what would happen if he was “good”. He was left to guess what would happen if he wasn’t. Evan unlocked the two padlocks holding the lid of the cage down and Action Man hobbled Joe’s feet using the padlocks and a length of chain. Joe needed some assistance climbing out of the cage having not been able to straighten out for the last 90 minutes and having had the cage digging into whichever parts of his body were being laid on. With a reminder about not speaking to his brother, Joe was helped to the toilet. Not a moment too soon.
As usual the prisoner was locked in and afforded five minutes privacy to relieve himself and clean off. Evan and Action Man returned and removed Joe from the toilet where he was quickly replaced by his twin. Action Man tied a figure eight near the middle of a soft rope. Like Sam, he was a climber and used a figure eight follow through to secure the rope round Joe’s neck. Alex still had to learn that one: he normally tied a blood bite, slipped it over his victim’s neck then adjusted it. Two: the end result is exactly the same, a very secure non-slip knot that unties easily later on; but Action Man’s is the flashier way of tying it.
Joe’s wrists were then tied into the rope leaving his forearms lifted above the horizontal. That left a lot of rope for later. By now the balls that were used to gag prisoners had been cleaned. One was produced and offered to Joe’s mouth. He resisted but as Evan moved his hand towards his red boxer briefs, he changed his mind. It should never be said that Action Man was above learning from others: he got a belt and held the ball into place in the same way that Alex had gagged him. He knew how uncomfortable that was.
Joe was led into the cabin where he was forced to kneel before his ankles were tied into the rope holding his arms in place. Kneeling there with his ankles crossed and unable to raise himself from a sitting position, he wasn’t much more comfortable than he had been in the cage. He wondered why he hadn’t been blindfolded.
While action Man and Evan were securing Joe, Den and GP dealt with Steve.
When Steve saw his brother staggering out of the store he had an unaccustomed feeling of sympathy towards him. The way he was moving demonstrated that Joe had had a far worse time than he had chained to the block. He hoped he wouldn’t find out about the paddle cage until Joe told him about it later.
His chain was detached from the metal eye and Steve was forced to his knees while the other end was used to hobble him. Once his neck was free, Steve was helped to his feet and then he replaced his brother in the toilet.
Except that he had a split tennis ball forced into his mouth rather than the more merciful rubber ball that had been used on Joe, Steve was tied the same way and forced to kneel facing his brother.
Right on queue, Alex arrived with dinner. The rucksack was emptied onto the refectory table and Alex called out what was written on the paper wrappings. Tarzan was asked to put some plastic beakers on the table, Luke got the condiments and Budgie got the cutlery for those who didn’t want to use their fingers. Not many takers there. Who eats burger, kebabs and fish & chips with cutlery unless granny’s at the table?
Three kebabs, two mega-burgers with chips, two fish and chips and one each of chicken and pie with chips, two extra portions of chips, two curry sauces, one extra portion of fish and four litres of complimentary coke (oh, and two enormous rounds of free garlic bread) later, the Sea Scouts expressed themselves satisfied with their health-food feast. Several of them then demonstrated that there was no danger of their insulting any Arabic host that they may encounter in the future.
“More tea, Vicar?” “Excuse my pig, he’s a friend.” “It’s polite in some countries.” etc.
Throughout the feast the twins had to watch. That might have been the worst torture so far, especially as there didn’t seem to be anything left as their captors belched and discarded the wrappings into a black bag.
Just as Joe and Big Steve thought that it couldn’t get any worse, the fruit pies and squirty cream came out and they had more gourmandising to witness.
GP told the Twins that they were going to get some dinner but that they had another game to play first. Looking at Joe, it was obvious that a fair contest involving combat would not be possible so GP picked something else off the suggestion board. Looking at the board, neither twin liked what he was seeing. Even the bits they could understand didn’t seem that friendly.
“That one!” said GP dramatically pointing to the words “Nip clips” on the whiteboard.
Everyone arranged themselves where they could see. Alex got the jar of vicious little bulldog clips and placed it between the Twins. GP explained the rules.
“You will each have clips put on your tits and, perhaps, other places. The first one to submit loses. As soon as you want to give in, touch your nose on the floor and stay there; someone will quickly remove the clips. Winner gets fed his dinner, looser has to lie on his belly and eat out of a bowl like a little doggie.
Although Joe wasn’t looking forward to the “game”, he was glad he didn’t have to physically fight his brother this time. Both twins were turned to face their audience. GP gave their chests a quick fondling to prepare their nipples and Action Man restrained Steve while Alex held Joe. Evan & GP grabbed a clip each and waited for Sam’s call, “Right nipple, one, two, three.” As the bulldog clips were applied, Sam started the clock. Even gagged, the Twins’ squeals were far from quiet. After two minutes Sam called for clips to be added to the other nipples. Action Man and Alex stayed on station to prevent any attempts to rub the bulldog clips out of place. In spite of some spectacular writhings, the Twins didn’t even attempt the feat.
After a further two minutes neither boy had given in so GP gave each clip a flick when Sam counted down for another to be clipped onto the left ears. Still no result. These two were tougher than the Sea Scouts had expected. One more minute and clips went on to the Twins’ right ears. By this stage it was starting to look as though there would soon be a result.
After another two minutes Sam was becoming impatient and asked how many crocodile clips they had. Upon being told there were two he said that he would count down and then they were to be clipped onto the victims’ septums.
There was an almost instant reaction; Big Steve slumped forwards. The hog-tie forced his feet into the air. Action Man didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to free him from his torment. He did lift Steve up in a leisurely manner and roughly pulled all the clips from his person while Alex was rather gentler with Joe. That was probably the nearest Joe was likely to approach to a smile for quite some time.
Luke brought in the food that Alex had left outside in a hay box and put it on the table. It wasn’t particularly hot by now but both of the Twins could have eaten a poorly monkey by that stage. Joe was told to crawl over to the table, not an easy feat tied as he was but he did mange it and Luke removed his gag and fed him a portion of chips, swimming in tomato ketchup and a still not too cold piece of fish. Poor Steve was left looking on. Surprisingly, Joe was offered a fruit pie. Less surprisingly, all he was offered to drink was water. He was then gagged again and ordered to return to his place.
By this stage Den had to go home and babysit his little sister while his parents went to a party. Den’s parents knew how to party and he only hoped that they would come home in time to enable him to return early next morning. Sam promised him that he’d video the bits he was missing out on.
Talking of which: it was Steve’s turn to eat. He was led over to the table, still on his knees, using the rope round his neck and Alex and Action Man lifted him onto the table. Everyone could get a better view of him there. He was tipped over onto his belly with his feet in the air and a metal dish of food was placed near his mouth. Even once his gag had been removed he found eating difficult but he was so hungry he tried not to waste anything. Obviously he spilt a fair bit out of the dish but GP made him wriggle round and eat it off the table. Steve was offered the camel pack but no pudding.
Alex got the tennis ball and the belt and Steve asked, “Permission to speak, Sir?” This was not the first time he’d been on the losing end of a game. He begged to be spared the tennis ball and asked for a smaller ball, like Joe’s, instead.” He then had to kiss Alex’s hand and the boon was granted.
Alex and Action Man lifted Steve down and forced him to return to kneel beside his twin.
The Sea Scouts had a post prandial relaxation break. Card games started, some boys went to use the fitness circuit. One or two even washed! The boiler was topped up. The fire was fuelled and the Twins’ noses and ears were periodically flicked.
At about nine o’clock GP said he had an entertainment to offer and that, after that, Budgie and Tarzan would have to go home. They asked if they could come back in the morning and were reminded about the need for parental permission. Luke, of course, already had this sorted out.
GP asked Evan to untie the prisoners’ ankles while he blindfolded them comprehensively with gaffer tape. He announced that he could tie up their legs without ropes, chains or tape. The others considered this, trying to find the snag. The others knew GP of old and no one would bet him that he couldn’t do it. He went ahead nevertheless.
The twins were marched out to the two cylindrical posts that supported the chinning bar, laid on their faces and told to raise their feet and cross their ankles. GP jumped up to grab the cross bar and demonstrated a manoeuvre that he wanted the others to force the Twins to copy. He wrapped his left leg round an upright, clamped his left foot behind his right knee and indicated that the next move would be to force his right foot behind the upright thus locking his left leg into place.
“Oh, whoopee. doop! So what?”
“Just do it and then lower the Twins to the ground and watch what happens. Trust me.” There was always something suspicious about how GP said that.
“OK, I’ll give it a go, come on, Alex.” offered Action Man.
“No, they both have to be done at once.”
“Come on, Sam, there’s no bet on this.” said Evan moving towards Joe.
Action Man lifted Steve and Alex twined his legs in the way GP had demonstrated. Evan and Sam did the same with Joe. On GP’s order Action Man an Evan lowered the Twins to the ground. The result was spectacular: there was no possibility of escape unless the captive could lift himself off the ground.
GP knew the really unpleasant aspect of the posture: in about ten minutes, the Twins’ legs would start to cramp. He announced that the loser would be the one to submit first. He’d think of the consequences later. The Twins were frequently asked whether they wanted to submit. They could shake or nod their heads in response. For the first few minutes they were wondering what the fuss was about. They soon found out. Steve was the stronger of the Twins but Joe was the more supple and, in certain aspects, the tougher and more determined.
After about eight minutes, Steve was begging for release.
Evan lifted Joe and Sam helped to free him then Action Man and Alex did the same for Steve.
Sam suggested that the forfeit should be a version of this afternoon’s event. The others thought that was a good idea and Joe was tied to the eye in the concrete block. After all, he was trailing plenty of spare rope. Steve was taken to the paddle cage and locked into it. It was a considerately tighter fit for him than it was for his brother. This time, however, neither boy was untied and it was starting to get a bit cool.
Sam reminded Budgie and Tarzan that their parents would be expecting them and they went for their bikes. Alex beckoned Budgie over as he was just leaving.
“Hand over the phone, Budgie.”
“What?”
“I’m not as green as I’m cabbage looking. Let’s see the photos.”
Budgie looked at Luke. Luke’s last chance of blackmail photos to hold against his brother was evaporating in front of his eyes.
“Good try, Luke. OK, Budgie, delete them.” He didn’t manage to save even one embarrassing photo. “Ok, guys, see you later. Goodnight.”
TBC
Even though their mobile phones were useful during the negotiation for sending pictures and long distance talk.