Here is Discovered!. It's the first three-chapter story of the whole 'Knotty Summer" saga. The next one is Adrian's Farm. Coming next week!
The Boys' Knotty Summer
Book 1 - Discovered!
Part 1
by Nicholas H.
To begin with my story, I should introduce myself at the time as a 14 year old male, athlete-slim, just as tall as any normal kid, with short brown hair and green eyes. While I look like the average Latin boy, at the same time I don’t (mom is a foreigner with German ancestry).
During one of my many summer vacation’s afternoons, I was invited by my cousin to sleep over. Tyler (13) is a little bit different; he is shorter than me, has darker skin, black eyes and hair. We had already played tie-up games together but this was a special occasion I’ll never forget.
Around 3 pm, my mom dropped me off at my uncle’s house, a two-story building where there’s nothing much to do than play soccer, cards or watch TV (no computer though), but we managed to have fun anyway. Tyler had only one brother, who was 10 years older than him, so he never got into - neither knew about - our games. Tyler answered the door, said hello and I followed him right into the kitchen where he was washing some dishes.
“My mom’s working late. She asked me to do some stuff and then we’ll have the whole day to play,” Tyler said, as I started to help him.
“What about Marcus?”
“I have no idea. He’s always wandering in his car, but don’t worry, he won’t be back till 10,” he replied and I relished the idea of being all by ourselves in that big house.
I really enjoyed spending time with Tyler because he was open to try anything and wouldn’t say shit like you were weird or something. Right after we finished all of his chores, the doorbell rang and several friends from the neighborhood invited us to play soccer. They always showed up when they knew I was around and we often agreed to dispute a match with them if we, ehem, weren’t doing something else.
We went upstairs to get the ball, changed from our normal clothes into blue satin shorts and a light t-shirt, with a pair of worn out sneakers. I remember it turned out to be a particularly tough game, despite the fact I was a fine soccer player. My teammates were Adrian (13) and Phil (12), the “blond brothers”; against Tyler’s team: Adam (13) and Chris (14). While we disputed the match, the relentless sun punished us severely; it must have been the hottest day of the season, for I was soaked in sweat only 15 minutes after we started. It went on excitingly, until there was an incident I ought to tell due to its relevance in the story. Tyler tried one last time to score before the game ended. He had already left Phil behind and had dribbled Adrian, the goalkeeper, running at full speed towards our goal. I was the last barrier to go through before scoring, and if that happened, we would lose. I must admit I don’t like losing, especially in my own game, so I decided Tyler wouldn’t score this goal and started running in the opposite direction, like I was going to collide with him. When I was pretty close, I threw myself to the ground, stretching my right leg at my cousin; and I tackled him. Back then I didn’t think it was going to hurt him THAT bad, but he recovered from it, so let’s just call it a minor soccer injury. When I got up, I saw Tyler on the ground clutching and rubbing his right ankle and screaming like hell.
“Sorry Tyler, I had to protect my team you know. No hard feelings right?” I said, expecting a little understanding. I reached down, inspected his wound and helped him to his feet.
“Yeah sure, you stupid cheater,” he replied and pushed me. A sudden chill ran through my body. I tried to apologize again but he wouldn’t accept it. If there ever was an outstanding characteristic in Tyler, that was vengeance. The decision was left for penalty kicks and we won 3 – 2. Tyler didn’t seem to be angry, but I knew him, he was furious. The game over, the loser team bought us a big bottle of Coke, which we drank greedily, and then Tyler and I headed back to the house. It was around 5pm. We trotted up to the second floor, where all bedrooms were. We were filthy and in desperate need of a shower. I had already taken my sweaty t-shirt off and as I was entering his room, Tyler on impulse kicked my ankle and I tripped and fell down hard.
“AHHH! That hurt goddammit! What was that for?” I cried out loud, astonished, massaging my foot. He immediately reached into his top drawer and took a long coil of elastic bandage, the ones you use to use for boxing.
“Nothing,” he replied while he pushed me rather roughly on my stomach, “just lay down still, because you’re going to be my prisoner for the whole afternoon.” I couldn’t believe his words and laughed. At that time, I wasn’t worried about getting out, because Tyler couldn’t even tie his freaking shoelaces - whenever he had tied me up I had always managed to free myself within seconds. I tried getting up but he jumped and sat on my butt, pulling my wrists back. I squirmed and wiggled trying to escape, but Tyler’s grip held -although younger, Tyler was quite strong, strong enough to hold me.
“Calm down,” he said, “you’re just making it harder for yourself.” I laughed again, but soon that smile disappeared from my face. It was then Tyler finally got the chance to turn the tables on me and prove a point or two to me regarding tying up skills. He grabbed my wrists and I felt the loops around them while he wrapped vertically, and then horizontally; he finally knotted it beyond the reach of my fingers. I struggled somewhat worried and, surprise, I couldn’t get out! It was nothing like the crappy ties he used to do; there was no slack and all loops had a part in strictly securing my hands to each other. I had no logical explanation to how he had suddenly become an expert tier, but what really mattered at that instant – and worst of all - was that I realized any attempt of escape without help would be futile.
“HELLLPMPPPPPPPHHHH….!!!” My scream was muffled when Tyler clamped his sweaty warm hand over my mouth. I groaned, squirmed and mmmpppphhhhed but Tyler had pressed the back of my head using his other hand and had effectively hand-gagged me.
“There’s no point in screaming for help now, Nick. Nobody is home and you’re going to pay for what you did this afternoon.” I think, however, he would have tied me either way, but then he had a good excuse to do it. At that tender age, I was not familiarized with the term “bondage” – we just referred it as “tie up game”. It’s obvious that at that age most people start their love for tying up, as it happened to me. Looking back with hindsight, I think it is very likely that Ty (that’s how I call him, ironic isn’t it?) also enjoyed bondage more than he was letting on at the time.
“Are you sorry?’ Tyler asked with his hand still tightly clamped over my mouth. I tried desperately to reply, “I am!”, but it all came out as “MMP MPPPHHHH” through his hand.
“This is your last chance Nick. Are you sorry?” He asked again and ignored my following “MMP MPHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Well Nick, you leave no me choice but to punish you,” Tyler said in a sober tone. Then he removed his hand and I said, “I’m sormmppphhhh…” but was cut off again as he shoved a sock in my mouth and sealed it with a convenient roll of duct tape under the bed, wrapping it around my head.
“Get up now!” he commanded. Tyler helped me to my feet and then marched me to his bed where I was laid on, still with bound arms. He proceeded to take off my shoes and socks, and then he repeated the tying technique with my ankles and secured them together to a rope that hung from the ceiling. There I lay shirtless, tape-gagged, hands bound behind my back, and my restrained feet lifted a meter up, making it impossible for me to get up. My cousin just laughed at me; he would be getting fun at my expense. I soon would know what he was up to.
“Nick, I really should get a shower. You won’t mind if I leave you alone for a while, will you?” Ty mocked but got no answer.
“Haha.” He went on admiring his handiwork, patted on my cheek, said, “Don't go anywhere!”, and closed the bathroom door after him.
I tried to free myself, but to no avail. I mightily struggled against the ropes, twisting my shoulders up and down, pulling and pushing my arms against the ropes. Ty returned after 15 minutes to find me the same way he had left me, only sweatier. I was breathing heavily as he reached to my feet and wiggled his fingers. He was aware that I was extremely ticklish and he had always taken advantage on that; he was really, really evil in that way.
“Mmmpphhhhhh!!!” I screamed through my gag, hoping compassion. Nevertheless, he started the dreadful tickling. He tickled me with increased intensity and I burst out laughing under my gag. He kept on tickling me, under my armpits, my sides, but specially my bare feet, a smile of pleasure on his face. I was totally helpless and laughed my head out as he continued. I screamed, wriggled and squirmed all the way until he stopped for a minute or two so I could recover from it. By then, tears were already rolling down my cheeks. I was exhausted. I thought it was better if I just remained quiet and stood still to regain strength, for I knew the relief would be temporary.
“Do you like that Nick?” I shook my head with pleading eyes.
“Well, I sure don’t like having a bruise on my leg you jerk!” He punched me on the arm. Then Tyler approached again wiggling his fingers, but like a miracle, we heard steps coming up the stairs. He froze and looked at me.
“OH, SHIT!!!”
“Mphhhhhhhh !!!” I begged through the tape; I wanted him to untie me before it was too late! We truly didn’t want to be seen playing tie up games; we thought it would be too embarrassing, particularly for me in that position. I should have looked stupid tied that way and tortured by a 13 year old boy. I suppose he thought it was impossible to untie me before I was discovered and he just hid behind the closet, the coward little rat. The steps came nearer and nearer, until they reached the closed door which was shortly knocked and then opened…
Discovered! - Part 2
by Nicholas H.
Slowly, the door creaked open and a voice that carried a soft southern drawl spoke.
“Tyler! You forgot your ball at the field! The front door was open so I …”
SLAM!
Realizing it was Adrian, my cousin Tyler had emerged from his hiding spot and slammed the door shut in the boy’s face. I sighed, because luckily, Adrian had not seen me tied up on the bed from where he had stood. He couldn’t have, since the bed was out of sight: a short corridor communicated the entrance to the actual room.
“Oh…uh… thanks Adrian, please just leave it out there. I’ll pick it up later,” my cousin answered, slurring his words. Noticing a strange tone in Tyler’s voice, Adrian asked both curious and concerned,
“Is everything ok? Can I come in?”
“No!!
“Err… I mean… this really isn’t a good time… I’m getting dressed you know.”
“Ok then,” Adrian said unsatisfied, but continued, “by the way, can I talk to Nick? I wanted to say goodbye because I know he’s leaving in a few hours and –”
“He can’t right now. He’s taking a shower.”
“Oh well… just tell him he can come to my place anytime to see my war medal collection he asked about.”
“Ok, Adrian, I will.”
“Thanks, bye.”
“See ya.”
He’s leaving, I thought. I’m going to be relentlessly tortured for hours, tickle-torture and God knows what else – and he’s leaving!
I gotta get him to free me. Tyler can be real creepy sometimes. I can always make something up to explain all this. Yea.
I began screaming loudly through my gag, several times, literally shouting my lungs out. Yet nothing. But then, when I had lost all my hope and resigned to be at Ty’s mercy for the whole afternoon – if not the whole day - it came to my ears a sudden change on Adrian’s voice as he asked once more,
“Wait a minute, What was that !?!?”
Tyler tried to control his desperation when he spout, “What? I didn’t hear anything. It must be Tyler singing in the shower, hehe.”
But this was way too strange and suspicious. Adrian demanded him to open up.
“I don’t care if you aren’t dressed, just open it NOW!”
Because there was no lock on the door – Tyler had broken it one time his brother tried to trap him inside the room – Adrian started pushing it until my cousin couldn’t resist anymore and was thrown to the floor. I heard them wrestling and when they appeared through the corridor Adrian had overpowered his opponent by holding one hand behind his back and putting an arm around his neck. Now Tyler stood in front of me firmly held by Adrian, to whom Tyler had no chances competing against. Our eyes locked.
“Mpppphhhh!!”
I truly believed Adrian would have found at least shocking to see the unfathomable scene of me snugly bound and gagged, his mind quickly switching to fear at what might have happened if he hadn’t shown up.
But if I have learned one thing in this life is that never, ever, things turn out like you think they will.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Adrian said gleefully as he laid Tyler on his stomach next to me and pulled both of his hands back. Adrian was now laughing and looking delighted at my bonds. Still holding Tyler down, he even ran a finger through the soles of my helpless feet! I immediately giggled and started to squirm as much as I could.
“We have a hyper-ticklish one here!” he exclaimed. Adrian was indeed thrilled - as for me, I was astounded to learn that the one I had expected to free me turned out to enjoy my captivity.
“Why did you tie him up?” Adrian asked Tyler, looked at me, then wondered, “and judging the sweat all over his body you must have tickled the shit out of him, didn’t you?” Tyler frowned.
“Yeah, but he deserved it for what he did to me at the game and you know that. He should to be tickled to death!” There was true anger in his voice.
“Now you know it, let me go”, he added.
“I don’t think that’s gonna happen, Tyler. I have other plans for you and your ticklish cousin. This is too much fun!” Adrian said with a smirk.
My destiny was in their hands; I didn’t know which was more frightening, to continue with my cousin’s tickle torture or the unknown, perhaps evil fate that awaited if Adrian became possessor of both Tyler’s and my freedom.
Adrian pinned Tyler with a knee on his back, and then put inside his mouth the only sock Tyler had left – he had used the other one to gag me -, securing it with his hand. The boy picked the phone on the table lamp and dialed.
“Stay quiet now, I’m gonna make some phone calls. One peep and mercy is the last thing you’ll get from me.” Tyler and I nodded. We listened as he conversed, for our amazement, with Phil, Adam and Chris, asking them to come to Tyler’s house and bring what he called “the bag”. I was more puzzled and lost than Tarzan in a trip to New York (I know, bad analogy).
But none of that concerned me at that point. The only thing I wanted was some WATER. Damn I was thirsty. When Adrian was over talking, I mphhhed to catch Adrian’s attention.
“Do you wanna say something?” I nodded vigorously and he started to unwrap the duct tape, a painful procedure that pulled part of my hair off. Finally, the wet sock was removed, which gave my aching jaw some relief.
“Thank you, I needed that,” I said gasping for breath and then begged him to give me some water.
“Sorry Nick, but it’s not very wise to drink much water before a tickle-session. I don’t want to see you wettin’ your pants if I do like this…,” he replied and tickled my sides. I went wild.
“Hahahaha no hahaha, please hahaha I hahaha understand!!!! No, hahaha more, hahaha stop haha, I haha beg you!!!” He then retrieved his hand, looking pretty satisfied with my laughing, the blond scoundrel.
Adrian then announced, increasing in excitement,
“I’ve got something to tell ya: the guys and I have a kind of tie-up group.”
My heart stopped.
"All through summer and winter breaks we travel to my farmhouse and spend weeks playing all sorts of games. I’ve wanted to invite you for a long time, but I just didn’t know how you’d react to tying and being tied up… Actually, I’ve always wanted to tie Nick up.” He smiled at me.
“Of course no one’s forcing you,” he quickly added, I guess due to the astounded look on my face, and then he smiled wickedly, “but if you accept, I promise you loads of fun!!
“So, what do you say?”
I simply couldn’t believe what I had just heard. A group of rope-crazy boys playing in the woods? This was the best news I heard since the time one of my teachers lost the test I knew I had flunked in. I was just too startled to respond. Tyler then nodded and when asked, so did I.
“Great!”
The other boys, as if they had been waiting for a sign, appeared through the corridor and froze.
“Woaah!” they all said.
“You got them tied up! Hahaha,” Chris exclaimed.
“Yes, and because they agreed to enter our group, now they must be initiated!! Get the ropes!” Adrian commanded while he yanked Tyler’s shirt over his head.
Adam fetched two coils of rope from the bag and handed it to Phil and Chris who started wrapping them around Tyler’s wrists and ankles. As they worked I noticed their knot-expertise, a skill they all seemed to share. Adam used a third rope to pull Tyler’s bound wrists, arching his back, and hogtie him so tightly his fingertips touched his heels. The boys stepped back and admired their work. Tyler then tested his bonds and realized he could barely flex his fingers. They asked him if he was ok, to which my cousin answered affirmatively.
I did not receive the same treatment although it wasn’t more comfortable either. Firstly, several hands untied my wrists. I knew this was only temporary, but nevertheless allowed me some time to rub my aching arms. Then my feet were untied from the rope on the ceiling; I was turned on my back, and my bound feet were lashed to one lower post of the bed. Chris then pulled my arms up, as much as they would go, and I felt the first loop of rope tightening around my wrists. They again lashed my bound wrists to the opposite side of the bed, leaving my armpits, legs, ribs and belly totally exposed. I tested the rope, and although I tried to get some slack, I wanted to remain like that forever. The feeling was awesome; it was snug, tight, but not painful, which meant I was going nowhere. And like Tyler’s, all knots were beyond the reach of my fingers.
After we were duly secured, they proceeded.
“The initiation consists of 3 tickling sequences of 5 minutes each,” Adrian explained, keeping a ceremonial tone.
“You’ll be given a small period of time to recover and in any moment, if you say ‘I give up’ we’ll immediately stop and you will have failed. Do you understand?”
We objected (fucking 5 minutes!) but we weren’t in the best position to negotiate. We just nodded reluctantly.
I couldn’t but strain at the ropes and feel an enormous torrent of fear as the boys approached in pairs: the two blond brothers, Adrian and Phil, stood in front of me; Adam and Chris were to torture Tyler.
Suddenly, someone shouted,
“Now! Begin!”
Discovered! - Conclusion
by Nicholas H.
I glanced through the open window: it was dark. The night was cool and starry, and it brought a slight humid breeze. Then I realized: it was around 8 ‘o clock, which meant I had been tied up for almost 4 hours (!), although it was far from ending; the initiation was to commence at any second and my exhausted body couldn’t resist another attack of evil fingers. At this point I was strangely excited, something which I wished hadn’t been too noticeable.
The feeling of a smooth hand caressing my taut skin made me come back to reality. All of a sudden, the caressing turned into a savage and relentless attack of wild fingers seeking for ticklish spots. An overwhelming electric feeling dispersed from my ribs towards the soared parts of my restrained body, that arched itself, pulling at the ropes: my spine bent upwards in a convex arc while an invisible overpowering force rose me 3 cm from the bed. The struggling to free myself was such that I thought I was going to break the bedpost. Adrian had launched into a tickling spree on my upper body and Phil began torturing my soles. Tears rolled down my cheeks; sweat emerged from my skin. I couldn’t even figure out where the tickling was coming from, since I felt it everywhere…
What actually were 5 minutes seemed to be an endless torment, among many other sensations I am not able to describe, worthy of including in Bible’s description of hell tortures. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Tyler’s treatment in his stiff hogtied position, being tickled and screaming as loudly as me. In spite of the severity of our tests, I was sure neither Ty nor I would give up. We had been delighted to hear these kids enjoyed tugs as much as we did (or even more) and we were absolutely not going to lose the only chance to enter their tie-up group.
We were both breathing heavily when they stopped. For our relief, they gave us a short period of time to recover and dried our faces, already covered in sweat. I admired the knots and knowledge these boys had. Compared with them, I was a mere rookie in this matter.
“How are you guys?” Phil asked.
“(sigh) We’re.. not… giving up, if that’s whatcha asking… right Tyler?” I answered in a defiant tone.
“Of course not!”
“Look at you. Prisoners, all tied up, and so arrogant.
“Ok,” Adrian said matter-of-fact, “I think we’ll just have to increase the torture then. Bring the bag.”
The mysterious bag was just a regular backpack with a dull yellow smiley printed in front. Adrian grabbed something inside and held it up for us to see the torture tools: a toothbrush, a feather and four shoelaces. Our eyes widened in both terror and excitement knowing what awaited us.
“NO!! Please guys, that’s too much…”
“Oh, shut up!” Chris snapped as Phil and Adam unceremoniously handgagged us.
“You whiners!”
“Now, before going on,” Adrian said, “I’ll give you another chance: do you give up?”
We shouted an mppphed “no” and shook our heads.
“Let’s get on with it then!” Adrian said gladly.
Saying that, he handed each boy a shoelace. Then he assigned Adam the feather and kept the toothbrush for himself. They split up again in pairs but now I belonged to Adam and Chris; Adrian and Phil would be enjoying at Tyler’s expense.
Tyler was first. His big toes were tied together with one of the shoelaces to prevent him from wiggling them. Adrian gently brushed his helpless soles with the toothbrush. The effect was electric. I saw how my cousin impressively twisted, jerked and screamed for freedom while Phil used his fingers to attack the armpits.
It had not passed a long time when my treatment began. My toes were also tied in the same way but Chris used a strange technique with the remaining shoelace. He used one loop to wrap each toe of my right foot and started pulling the two ends (first the right, then the left end), producing an extreme tingling sensation. Like if that wasn’t cruel enough, Adam ran the feather through my belly, armpits and ribs – it was almost unbearable. That, without a doubt, proved otherwise and debunked a myth I had long ago enunciated after watching all those movies where people got tickled with feathers. They do work. Or it proved another theory: that my body was just too stupidly ticklish.
In my spread-eagle spot there wasn’t much I could do and I gave the twice of laughing and screaming in response.
“Don’t do it!" I begged, but they just grinned and continued.
“You… hahahahahahaha… are…hahahahaha….evil!”
“So do you give up?”
“Never!!” we both answered.
“Two minutes left!” Phil announced.
The tickling resumed when Adrian handed Phil the toothbrush, which was then used with unmerciful lust on Tyler’s ribs. My cousin looked like he was going to explode, his face reddened from the breathtaking laughing. It seems, from my experience, that while you are tied up and defenseless tickling increases considerably. Chris and Adam weren’t nicer either; I fixed my gaze at the ceiling while they worked, feeling my sticky hands tightly bound above my head and my lean legs tied at the ankles and stretched as far as they could go. I kept asking myself how I had gotten into this! I was a true idiot to let myself be at some boys’ complete mercy!
But I liked it.
I heaved a sigh of relief when the figure of a blond boy came to my blurry, watery eyes, and said time was over for us. When my vision got cleared of tears I saw it was Phi and for the first time I noticed his hair apparently had never met a comb. He sat by our side, a huge smile on his face.
“Wow, it’s been a long time since my initiation. But doing it to another one is HELLOFALOT better!!” Phil said.
“True,” Adrian commented. “Adam and I started this group two years ago. The coolest tie-ups always happen at initiations, and we try to change’em with every new member, you know,” he paused and laid his elbow on my chest, leaning purposely with all his weight on me, and continued, “I got tied to a tree, Adam to a trunk and carried through the woods, Chris to a wheelchair and my little brother was taped to the wall... but those are other stories…”
We stared at them open-mouthed, apprehensive that similar predicaments would be played on us.
“Come on, we were all tickled too!” added Adrian.
“Oh yeah that’s pretty fair. It makes me feel better already,” Tyler said sarcastically. Adrian spun around and gazed fiercely at Tyler. He realized he should’ve kept his big mouth closed.
“Did I say that in the third session you’d be…?” Adrian made a gesture of zipping his lips shut and looked at the boys who only laughed at our distress. I blanched at the thought of the dreadful tickling plus being gagged. By the regretting look on Tyler’s face, I think he did too. Chris fetched a roll of duct tape, a red handkerchief, a black squash ball and a pair of socks. Phil put the ball inside the sock and made a bundle of it; Chris grabbed the handkerchief.
“Both of you, open wide!”
We clamped our mouths shut immediately, but the experienced boys knew how to deal with this. Phil grasped my nose with one hand while keeping the bundle in place over my lips with the other. When I eventually opened my mouth to gasp for breath, Phil forced the bundle between my teeth and used the other sock to secure it in place, knotting it off behind my head. I tried to complain about it, but the usual “mphhhhff” was produced from my stuffed mouth. It was remarkable how effective the squash ball was! It opened my mouth wide; I couldn’t spit it out and not even work it with my tongue. Biting the bundle just made my jaw tired. As soon as Ty breathed, Chris shoved a handkerchief deep in and sealed it by wrapping sticky silver tape several times around his head. To complete the job, Chris pressed Tyler’s head hard between his hands to make sure the tape stuck to his face. We stared and laughed at each other, looking ludicrous with all that rope and taped-up mouths.
Adrian then told us he was going to ask us if we were ready to surrender every 30 seconds, since we couldn’t speak anymore. We just nodded.
“Good. Adam, come here with me; and you, Phil, go with Chris,” he commanded again.
The scene repeated itself while Adrian and Adam used all they had on me: shoelace, toothbrush and feather. I mphhhhed loudly and pulled and twisted my feet, which were undergoing a deep meticulous exploration by Adrian’s fingertips. Tyler squirmed furiously in his bonds, and he even freed himself from the hogtie, but his wrists and feet remained tied. My cousin was on top of both physical and psychological torture, screaming high-pitched girly-like screams and twisting like an rattlesnake when they asked him if he’d give up, and to my bewilderment, Tyler nodded! The boys stopped right away. He was turned on his back. Tyler was drenched in perspiration, the sweat glistening on his chest.
“You’re out Tyler! Let’s finish Nick.”
“Yeah!”
Now the FOUR of them launched into a violent tickling spree!
“Mmmmmmmmphhhhhf!!!” I screamed through my gag. The effect was devastating. I thought I was going to faint. This was, doubtlessly, the most intense tie up experience I’ve ever had. After those eternal 30 seconds I heard somebody whispering at my ears.
“Nick, do you give up?” I knew that this was well beyond my resistance.
“Mphhhff!” I answered and barely nodded my head yes with resignation. Continuing would have only made me pee on my shorts, further embarrassing me.
The boys stood and Adrian announced,
“Nick and Tyler, you have-”
We heard steps coming up the stairs and the same desperate feeling invaded me. Who could that be now? Adrian had closed the front door when he came in… it had to be someone who had the key… from Tyler’s family… not his mother neither his brother… his father!!
“Mierda!” Chris said in his characteristic Spanish tone. He took a pocket-knife out from his pants and quickly cut the ropes that bound my extremities to the bed. He proceeded to put Tyler and me back to back and wrapped us with some rope. Then they wrapped us in a thick eiderdown leaving only our feet visible, and placed us on the floor like a large long pillow. They sat on us, turned on the TV and waited expectantly. Tyler’s father emerged from the door.
“Good evening boys.”
“Good evening Mr. H.”
“Have you seen Tyler and Nicholas?”
“No... I mean, yes!” Phil responded and winked to the others.
“They lost a bet and went to buy sodas for us,” Adrian added.
“Oh, in that case, could you tell them that I’ll be coming back within an hour, at 9:30? I just came to pick up something I forgot.”
“Sure.”
“Mr H, can I ask you something?”
“What is it, son?”
“Can Tyler and Nick go with us tomorrow on a two-week camp?”
Wow. Whoa. Hang on a sec, I thought. We had lost. We failed to resist the initiation. Why were they asking us to go with them if we didn’t pass the test?!?
“As long as you’re accompanied by adults, it’s fine with me,” my uncle answered.
Oh fuck. Please don’t tell me we’re gonna go through it AGAIN!!
He said goodbye and left. Adrian told me afterwards my uncle had stared at the wrapped bundle suspiciously for a moment but said nothing, either because he didn’t know or because he pretended not to know about our predicament. Later on I found out my father had played tie-up games in his boyhood as well and I wondered if this wasn’t a genetic thing!
All the time we had waited immobile; the heat inside the blankets was extreme, my shorts clung to my damp legs and our wet skins stuck to each other’s. Not too soon after my uncle had left (I bet the little bastards found their “sofa” quite comfortable), we felt the pressure on top disappear and the upper part was then pulled down to our necks so we could breathe. They took our gags off and we relaxed our aching jaws.
“Congratulations, you are now members of our group!”
Whaaaaa…? That almost destroyed my logical reasoning fuse.
“But…how…we…you said…, huh?”
They all laughed at my puzzled look.
“You know it’s impossible to take all that. No one ever passes the initiation!” Adam said.
“The idea is accepting the challenge, and you broke the record: 11 minutes!” Adrian patted my shoulder.
“But you are WAY more ticklish than we are,” Phil added and giggled.
I wanted to strangle him. We had weathered all that for nothing! Lucky him my hands were still roped, for I sure would’ve plucked out his annoyingly smart green eyeballs and then proceeded to - painfully and slowly - disconnect his head from the rest of his body.
But since we couldn’t do anything else but speak, we had to do with the usual cursing, after which we swore revenge on all of them.
“You really shouldn’t make threats to your friends, even more if you’re all tied up,” the blond boy said and ran a finger down our helpless soles; we squirmed and writhed inside the wrapped eiderdown.
“Ok, just please no more tickling,” Tyler pleaded.
“Yeah, get us out of this,” I demanded, somewhat angry.
“I think we can untie’em. Plus, they’ve been like this all afternoon,” Chris said and we were spared of further torture. As soon as they released us, I ran to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. Tyler reacted likewise.
“You can count on us tomorrow,” we said with renewed enthusiasm as they left.
“See ya,” they answered from outside.
We spent the following hours talking about what happened to us and plotted our revenge for the next day. I think we didn’t even sleep that night - and best of all, Tyler wasn’t mad at me anymore.
to be continued in Adrian's Farm
