Stake Out! (M+F+/M+F+) [Special 18th]
Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2021 1:43 pm
Have you ever the execution joke "A hot stake is better than a cold chop"? I don't know if the Three Stooges invented that joke or not, but I find it funny. For those who are confused, it means that being burned at the stake is better than being decapitated.
I digressed before the story even had begun.
The Scottish Highlands do conjure poetic imagery. Indeed Robert Burns' famous "My Hearts in the Highlands" rings true as the sun basked the sights on this fine day. The only thing better than a sunny day is one in which it is dry with a light breeze and a temperature in the 20-25 Centigrade range (that's 68-77 for you Fahrenheiters!).
Gemma, sipping her morning caffeine, looked out the window that faced rearward from her house and onto the grass. It was such an idyllic spot where much could happen. Playing with Isaac. Sports with Paul and Gareth. A family picnic. Even just lying on the grass and looking at the clouds to see what Rorschach tests could be made from them.
This gave Gemma an incredible idea to combine tree of her favorite things: outdoors and sports with Paul. Her eyes quickly darted toward the left: the members of the Thomson family all went to school or worked all day. Her eyes then darted right: the old couple, the lady of which could be a Hedda Hopper or sort, were on vacation all week. The yard was all hers! Gemma saw a golden opportunity!
Often, camping tent stakes are not the wooden posts you see people helplessly hammering in the cartoons. They can long metal spikes, 15-40 centimeters in length (that's 6-16 inches for you inchers!), and as thick as your finger. At the top, they have a circular shape to hold the tent. Or cuffs and rope.
Gemma went into her basement and found four of the stakes that went with her own tent (well, Gareth bought it actually). As she was down there, she chuckled at the cuffs on the floor, still there from when she had imprisoned Paul just a week or so prior. This adventure would be quite similar yet quite different. While down there, Gemma grabbed a couple of chains, some locks, and the cuffs previously used to shackle Paul to the wall. A quick phone call set her plan in motion.
While waiting for Paul to arrive, Gemma went into her yard and set out the stakes on a nice flat patch of grass that was on a bit of an incline. This patch would keep Paul in place, allow him to be seen from indoors quite nicely, but still allow gravity to take most all of the strain out of his body. The only work Paul would do is that of his struggle.
The weather and scene made this a perfect opportunity indeed for some good sibling rivalry. After the prior events in "Fun in 'da Hood," Gemma knew she owed Paul this one. Or did she? She had had a productive day with Paul in the basement, and he had one with her tied. Thus, Gemma reasoned that she deserved to have one more easy day than her brother since she was 7-years older, married, a mother, and pursuing a master's degree.
Soon, Paul arrived and greeted Gemma at her doorstep. Gemma was glad that Paul had chosen to wear blue jeans as they would be a bit more comfortable than sweats or a tracksuit while lying against the grass and earth for so long. Perhaps this was the perfect plan after all?
"Paul, how would you like to relax a few hours while I head to uni for a class and a quick meeting with my professor?"
"You called me over so I could house sit?"
"Not exactly house sit? Would you prefer to garden sit?"
"What are you priming me for? I am not going in the basement all that time!"
"Look, just get yourself ready for a long time trip."
"Well, OK. You know I won't say no!" Paul grinned.
After he had relieved himself, Gemma explained that her plan was not for him to be in the darkness, but in the light of the outdoors. He reasoned in this that it was like the conversion of the soul from darkness to light. Gemma didn't tell Paul this, but her plan was for him to be in the darkness like the 12 Apostles were until after the Resurrection and for him to become a living Scottish flag! There are religious parallels even in aptly played out TUGs!
Once outdoors, Paul laid down in the grass per Gemma's instructions and allowed her to take over. Being a smart girl, Gemma naturally used the two pairs of cuffs to first fasten Paul's wrists to the stakes above his head. Only then did Paul notice the corroded black metal that was hiding between the blades of grass. He was being staked to the ground!
For Paul, any TUG was exciting, but it was always particularly exciting when something new or rarely done occurred. Paul couldn't hide the smile as chains were locked to his ankles. Gemma pulled his body out so that is just taught and then locked the chains to the lower stakes. Paul's laugh showed his approval.
"Well, you look like St. Andrew's cross now!"
"Yes, but I can call for help now!"
"No, you won't!" Gemma held up Paul's blue ball gag.
"That shall keep me quiet!"
"Yes, it shall!" Gemma put the ball in Paul's mouth and fastened it snugly.
"Ery ood!"
"I have one more thing for you!"
"MMM!" Paul watched a pillowcase come at his head.
"The pillowcase breathes better than that gym bag! Gareth and I tested it the other night!"
Paul found the pillowcase to let in just a little bit of light. He wasn't certain, but perhaps she had attached it to his top shirt button. Either way, he was stretched in an 'X' just like holy Saint Andrew was at his martyrdom. Gemma gave a word of salutation and departed.
Before leaving, Gemma went upstairs and looked out the window at her helpless brother. It was indeed a sight to behold, and one she imagined herself experiencing one day. For now, studies came first. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
Paul was now all alone in the outdoors of Scotland. It was the perfect day to be so imprisoned with no sounds except the sounds of nature: birds, the wind, squirrels. He could grunt into the gag, but it didn't serve much purpose. He was effectively being forced to relax.
The imagination can lend itself well to such scenarios. Maybe he was abandoned in the wilderness of a remote Scottish island and left to starve should he not escape? Perhaps he was being left out here by bandits who wanted to rob the house Gemma had temporarily entrusted to his care? Or, maybe, he was just out here communing with God through the sounds of the beauty of creation.
Gemma was a seasoned pro from childhood and thus had no problems with getting through her class without distraction. Her mind thought of Paul as she walked from class to her professor's office, but then her meeting distracted her. She knew she had left there in a safe position barring a bee sting.
Once that was done, Gemma got herself home quickly and looked at the door. There indeed was her brother, safe and sound, in his stake out. She had only been gone for 2 hours and 15 minutes, so she would leave him there another 45 minutes while she got some more work done. Gemma was not yet ready to let Paul wear a ball gag longer than her mark!
When the 3 hours had passed, Gemma made herself a cup of tea and looked out again at her brother. He looked so peaceful and calm out there. She wondered what his thoughts were, especially as he had been alone the entire time. Even the butterflies occasionally danced upon him as if he were a natural part of the scene. With this thought, Gemma put the kettle back on the boil and went out to retrieve her brother. She approached without a word and removed the pillowcase and gag. Her grin was wide, but so was Paul's.
"This was fun!"
"How was it being all alone like this?" Gemma asked as the breeze blew her hair around a bit.
"I was never alone for a second!"
On that happy thought, Gemma freed Paul and led him indoors for a cup of tea.
I digressed before the story even had begun.
The Scottish Highlands do conjure poetic imagery. Indeed Robert Burns' famous "My Hearts in the Highlands" rings true as the sun basked the sights on this fine day. The only thing better than a sunny day is one in which it is dry with a light breeze and a temperature in the 20-25 Centigrade range (that's 68-77 for you Fahrenheiters!).
Gemma, sipping her morning caffeine, looked out the window that faced rearward from her house and onto the grass. It was such an idyllic spot where much could happen. Playing with Isaac. Sports with Paul and Gareth. A family picnic. Even just lying on the grass and looking at the clouds to see what Rorschach tests could be made from them.
This gave Gemma an incredible idea to combine tree of her favorite things: outdoors and sports with Paul. Her eyes quickly darted toward the left: the members of the Thomson family all went to school or worked all day. Her eyes then darted right: the old couple, the lady of which could be a Hedda Hopper or sort, were on vacation all week. The yard was all hers! Gemma saw a golden opportunity!
Often, camping tent stakes are not the wooden posts you see people helplessly hammering in the cartoons. They can long metal spikes, 15-40 centimeters in length (that's 6-16 inches for you inchers!), and as thick as your finger. At the top, they have a circular shape to hold the tent. Or cuffs and rope.
Gemma went into her basement and found four of the stakes that went with her own tent (well, Gareth bought it actually). As she was down there, she chuckled at the cuffs on the floor, still there from when she had imprisoned Paul just a week or so prior. This adventure would be quite similar yet quite different. While down there, Gemma grabbed a couple of chains, some locks, and the cuffs previously used to shackle Paul to the wall. A quick phone call set her plan in motion.
While waiting for Paul to arrive, Gemma went into her yard and set out the stakes on a nice flat patch of grass that was on a bit of an incline. This patch would keep Paul in place, allow him to be seen from indoors quite nicely, but still allow gravity to take most all of the strain out of his body. The only work Paul would do is that of his struggle.
The weather and scene made this a perfect opportunity indeed for some good sibling rivalry. After the prior events in "Fun in 'da Hood," Gemma knew she owed Paul this one. Or did she? She had had a productive day with Paul in the basement, and he had one with her tied. Thus, Gemma reasoned that she deserved to have one more easy day than her brother since she was 7-years older, married, a mother, and pursuing a master's degree.
Soon, Paul arrived and greeted Gemma at her doorstep. Gemma was glad that Paul had chosen to wear blue jeans as they would be a bit more comfortable than sweats or a tracksuit while lying against the grass and earth for so long. Perhaps this was the perfect plan after all?
"Paul, how would you like to relax a few hours while I head to uni for a class and a quick meeting with my professor?"
"You called me over so I could house sit?"
"Not exactly house sit? Would you prefer to garden sit?"
"What are you priming me for? I am not going in the basement all that time!"
"Look, just get yourself ready for a long time trip."
"Well, OK. You know I won't say no!" Paul grinned.
After he had relieved himself, Gemma explained that her plan was not for him to be in the darkness, but in the light of the outdoors. He reasoned in this that it was like the conversion of the soul from darkness to light. Gemma didn't tell Paul this, but her plan was for him to be in the darkness like the 12 Apostles were until after the Resurrection and for him to become a living Scottish flag! There are religious parallels even in aptly played out TUGs!
Once outdoors, Paul laid down in the grass per Gemma's instructions and allowed her to take over. Being a smart girl, Gemma naturally used the two pairs of cuffs to first fasten Paul's wrists to the stakes above his head. Only then did Paul notice the corroded black metal that was hiding between the blades of grass. He was being staked to the ground!
For Paul, any TUG was exciting, but it was always particularly exciting when something new or rarely done occurred. Paul couldn't hide the smile as chains were locked to his ankles. Gemma pulled his body out so that is just taught and then locked the chains to the lower stakes. Paul's laugh showed his approval.
"Well, you look like St. Andrew's cross now!"
"Yes, but I can call for help now!"
"No, you won't!" Gemma held up Paul's blue ball gag.
"That shall keep me quiet!"
"Yes, it shall!" Gemma put the ball in Paul's mouth and fastened it snugly.
"Ery ood!"
"I have one more thing for you!"
"MMM!" Paul watched a pillowcase come at his head.
"The pillowcase breathes better than that gym bag! Gareth and I tested it the other night!"
Paul found the pillowcase to let in just a little bit of light. He wasn't certain, but perhaps she had attached it to his top shirt button. Either way, he was stretched in an 'X' just like holy Saint Andrew was at his martyrdom. Gemma gave a word of salutation and departed.
Before leaving, Gemma went upstairs and looked out the window at her helpless brother. It was indeed a sight to behold, and one she imagined herself experiencing one day. For now, studies came first. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
Paul was now all alone in the outdoors of Scotland. It was the perfect day to be so imprisoned with no sounds except the sounds of nature: birds, the wind, squirrels. He could grunt into the gag, but it didn't serve much purpose. He was effectively being forced to relax.
The imagination can lend itself well to such scenarios. Maybe he was abandoned in the wilderness of a remote Scottish island and left to starve should he not escape? Perhaps he was being left out here by bandits who wanted to rob the house Gemma had temporarily entrusted to his care? Or, maybe, he was just out here communing with God through the sounds of the beauty of creation.
Gemma was a seasoned pro from childhood and thus had no problems with getting through her class without distraction. Her mind thought of Paul as she walked from class to her professor's office, but then her meeting distracted her. She knew she had left there in a safe position barring a bee sting.
Once that was done, Gemma got herself home quickly and looked at the door. There indeed was her brother, safe and sound, in his stake out. She had only been gone for 2 hours and 15 minutes, so she would leave him there another 45 minutes while she got some more work done. Gemma was not yet ready to let Paul wear a ball gag longer than her mark!
When the 3 hours had passed, Gemma made herself a cup of tea and looked out again at her brother. He looked so peaceful and calm out there. She wondered what his thoughts were, especially as he had been alone the entire time. Even the butterflies occasionally danced upon him as if he were a natural part of the scene. With this thought, Gemma put the kettle back on the boil and went out to retrieve her brother. She approached without a word and removed the pillowcase and gag. Her grin was wide, but so was Paul's.
"This was fun!"
"How was it being all alone like this?" Gemma asked as the breeze blew her hair around a bit.
"I was never alone for a second!"
On that happy thought, Gemma freed Paul and led him indoors for a cup of tea.