SCOTT GETS PERSONAL ATTENTION (4)
When he heard his tormentors return, Scott stopped trying to undo the rope by which he was hanging and hoped they wouldn’t notice. GP pretended that he hadn’t.
“Can you remember what was put on that table near you earlier? What do you think it was for?” Scott started wriggling furiously while Action Man checked that he was nowhere near to freeing himself before they continued. Scott felt the waistband of his boxer-briefs pulled forward and felt something poured into them before they were snapped closed. Surely not the chill powder? The next five minutes of Scott’s imprisonment were the worst so far. Not only was he tickled mercilessly but the substance in his underwear was all the more tormenting for the time he’d had to anticipate it.
Scott’s squealing could have made anyone have pity on him. Well, any one except Evan, Action Man or GP.
“Tell me, do you love your little brother?” asked GP
It’s remarkably difficult to decipher the word “shithead” when uttered by someone who is gagged and trying to jerk himself free from his bonds.
“Well, you should, let me tell you why.” Little brother, Luke, was a member of the Sea Scouts, not his brother’s Troop of Land Farmers and he’d been busy, not too busy but busy enough. “Your mates gave the trophies back to him earlier today. He brought them back about an hour and a half ago. That wasn’t more than about an hour and a half after he got them. He decided not to stay around for you to thank him.”
The implications were just starting to dawn on Scott: Luke could have got him released earlier and the other three could also have let him go about ninety minutes previously. He certainly wouldn’t have needed to suffer the chilli powder torture.
Scott went spare and made even more determined attempts to yank himself free.
“Oh, and one last thing. Cool down, man.” As GP said that, Evan opened his thermos flask, removed a few cubes of ice that had survived and popped them into the front of Scott’s underpants. The result was spectacular!
They left him for a few minutes before Action Man told Scott that he had managed to loosen the knots holding hands above his head and, that, if he’d only stop jerking around and pulling them tighter, it wouldn’t take long, he estimated about half an hour, before Scott could free himself.
The three captors just sat and watched in comfort as Scott took a firm footing and went to work more sensibly. He managed to lower his wrists and his fingers could start to work on the wrist cuffs but Scott wanted to get the tape off his face first. If only he had stripped off the blindfold before the gag, the process would have been considerably more peaceful.
As he worked, sitting on the ground, Scott repeated his grievances. I’ll leave out most of the more offensive language but what they boiled down to was: you kept me three hours longer than you needed to after things had been returned and there was no need to put chilli powder down my boxers. He also pointed out that they’d left him gagged with no one watching him for most of the day.
“How do you know one of us didn’t wait? You know us better than that,” corrected Action Man.
Evan had to concede the three hours extra but said he was prepared to do anything for a friend. Scott didn’t find that funny. Action Man asked Scott if he’d ever had chilli powder applied to his privates and Scott had to admit that it was the first time anyone had been that vicious to him.
“No it’s not, that was just itching powder. Now, if you want to try the real thing before you go . . .” Scott declined the kind offer but not in so many words. He was now close to undoing his rope cuffs but could really hold on no longer. He managed to struggle to his feet using a tree trunk to support himself and shuffle over to where he knew from past bitter experience the outside privy was situated. Relief at last.
Scott reappeared still not having been able to remove the cuffs and not having bothered to raise his underpants. Announcing that he had nothing to be ashamed of he begged, “Come on, lads, I’ve paid the price, you’ve got your trophies back, I’m standing naked before you; hose me down and get rid of that bloody itching powder, please.
Scott was taken to the improvised shower under the water tower and allowed to take the other relief he craved. When Scott emerged, Action Man helped him with the final knot and Scott was soon free.
“Where are my clothes?”
“Oh, around.” answered Evan indicating a wide area with a wave of his arm. “Now get them on and piss off.”
Scott searched the site and found all his garments but decided to go commando on the way home.
“Same again next weekend?” asked GP. This time there was no mistaking Scott’s reply.
THE END