THE PERSUADERS 3
Budgie joins the Party
While Jamie was issuing the invitations, Tarzan was taken out to a sturdy post in the grounds. Zac and Long Tom lifted him bound as he was and knelt him with his back to it. His handcuffs were unlocked from his right wrist and re-fastened behind the post and his ankles were tied to it as well, denying him the opportunity to sit with his feet in front of him. He was in for a further uncomfortable time and he hadn’t been able to hear the arrangements Jamie was making. All he could think about was what he might be showing to the world kneeling with his knees forced apart; at least it took his mind off his discomfort.
The Scouts busied themselves with things around the site and Tarzan found himself being ignored again. With his being handcuffed, there was no need to check on him very often and there wasn’t much sport to be had from kicking a man who was so far down.
The Twins went with Scott and Vic to receive Budgie at the gate to the Inclosure. They took a long stave with them intending to greet him in the same way they had greeted Tarzan the previous evening. Before long, Budgie leaned forward on his bike to open the gate. By the time he’d closed it again, he knew his fate was sealed.
“Morning, Sailor Boy. Off the bike. Come with us.” Budgie dismounted and Joe took his bike and rode it along one of the better paths to the Cottage while Vic and Scott wrenched his arms up his back and marched him out of sight of the gate.
“That’ll do. Get ‘em off.”
Budgie knew that he had to cooperate and he was prepared for it. Surprise, surprise, he’d even bothered to wear those black budgie-smugglers as underwear. Sometimes the others wished he’d try to get away with wearing something a bit less brief but, with the way he was growing, they’d soon be too tight “under the armpits” and he’d have to get something else. Big Steve packed Budgie’s rucksack and strapped it on while Vic and Scott got down to “crucifying” Budgie. Once his arms had been stretched along the spar, Scott blindfolded him with several rounds of gaffer tape wrapped round a neckerchief. Scott had also brought a personal favourite of his, he’d enclosed a lime in an old football sock which he tied into the stocky kid’s mouth and tied tightly round his head. A few more rounds of duct tape rendered their victim totally incomprehensible and extremely quiet.
Before starting to lead him along the same narrow, unfrequented paths that they’d used to transport Tarzan the previous evening, Budgie had been forced face down on the ground and his trainers were replaced and laced up. He was grateful for that but was in no position to thank his benefactors.
“Right Boy, on your feet.” Budgie scrambled clumsily to his feet, Scott and Vic dragged him, often sideways along the narrow, poorly made tracks with Big Steve acting as lookout. After many stumbles and muffled expletives, prisoner and escort reached the cottage gate.
Budgie has probably never before got a cheer like the one he received as he arrived on site but it wasn’t a very encouraging cheer. Now it was time to start the real torment.
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Unbeknownst to the two captives, Jamie had contacted the girls and stood them down but promised that there should be an opportunity for them to enjoy themselves later. He couldn’t see Alex escaping from the Dragon Mother From Hell before the evening. That suited the girls: Scouts or not, it was Saturday - shopping called!
Budgie was manhandled towards where Tarzan was kneeling. He could only guess what was happening. The post to which Tarzan had been tied was part of a sort of ceremonial gate to the camp-fie circle. Two very substantial posts marked the entrance and there was a sturdy top lintel that extended beyond the verticals. An attractive piece of joinery topped the whole thing off. I don’t think the Scouts were concerned with aesthetics, they were just glad it was strong.
Budgie was made to stand on a baker’s tray that had been placed between the posts. The spar that stretched his arms was positioned against the upright poles and lashed skilfully into place leaving him just about on his feet.
“Come on, lads. That’s not good enough yet,” announced Long Tom. He’ll work himself downwards over the time that he’s going to be there.” Not the most comforting statement Budgie had ever heard. Vic and Scott threw two heavier ropes over the cross bar near the posts. After little more than a minute they had been hitched round Budgie’s spar and the spar was lashed so that his heels were no longer in contact with the baker’s tray and there was no way the spar was moving downwards by more than there would be give in the ropes.
“Armpits at the ready for tickling,” as Jamie announced, made Tarzan’s blood run cold at the thought of what was about to happen to his companion. At least he wasn’t stretched out. “OK, put him up there with his mate.”
It couldn’t have taken Vic and Zac more than ten minutes to untie Tarzan and turn him into a mirror image of his fellow raider. The two Sailor Boys ended back to back whilst sharing a spar and a baker’s tray. “Good job they’re the same height.” observed Jamie. Tarzan, who was just a smidgen shorter, begged to disagree.
By the time Zac and Vic had finished, the ropes over the cross beam had stretched a bit and both captives could stand properly again. Tarzan and Budgie were then left on their own for a time while the Scouts made some decisions. Tarzan’s hessian kilt was now irritating not only him but Budgie as well and, with the mutual wriggling, Tarzan became almost paranoid about the wretched thing riding up and displaying whatever he’d got to the world. Blindfolds are really effective torture devices!
Following the planning and refreshment break, the Scouts returned to their guests who were still not convinced that the girls wouldn’t appear. “Prepare them for torture,” ordered Jamie.
“Shit. The bastards.” thought Tarzan. Jamie knew how to torment to the extreme and with minimum effort.
The Twins tied the Sea Scouts’ right ankles to their compatriots' lefts using sheer lashings that left plenty of spare rope. The older boys complimented them on their rope work.
“Ok, Joe, together now,” called Big Steve and they gently pulled the bound ankles towards the upright posts causing the prisoners to perform quite uncomfortable splits. They didn’t pull so far as to leave their victims' feet completely clear of the baker’s trays but it wasn’t far off. The ends of the ropes were then attached firmly to the uprights. They left the crucified boys to ‘settle’ for a while.
Then it happened: the sound they didn’t want to hear. “Hiiii, just visiting.” Tarzan and Budgie both recognised that voice.
“Morning, lover boy.” And that one.
The Girls' Visit
Charlie and Amy had come on their mountain bikes to visit their boyfriends before going to town. Scott and Vic greeted them in their normal fashion and the rest of the Scouts jeered in theirs. The couples just went into the meeting room for some quiet.
What happened in the next hour or so might be recounted at a later date but I think delicacy forbids.
After that, the two girls reappeared laughing.
“Are the boys not with you?” asked Zac.
“No, they’re not talking to us at the minute.”
Nothing more was thought about it as the boys went about their business and the captive Sea Scouts started to get worried.
“Oh, come on, Tom, just five minutes. Pleeease,” wheedled Charlie. She could usually wrap any of the boys round her little finger and had been negotiating to be allowed a little time to torture the prisoners.
“OK, but only five minutes now. No more. – UNLESS Alex doesn’t turn up this evening.”
The struggling in the entrance to the camp-fire circle became frantic in spite of the limited scope for movement enjoyed by Tarzan and Budgie. It’s a good job that the names being used for the Scouts were muffled just in case anyone within hearing range was of a delicate disposition.
“I know, suggested Charlie. First one to make her prisoner giggle or squeal’s the winner. She has to buy the Macky D’s in town.”
“You’re on, girl.”
The traditional game of scissors, paper and stone decided that Charlie would go first and that Amy could decide whom she should tickle. Charlie was to tickle Tarzan. Not at all the news he wished to hear!
“Come on,” he thought desperately, “think of something really boring: algebra, geography, Spanish, anything!” Although his panic was reaching a frenzy, it was still a matter of honour not to let Charlie make him squeal.
One of the boys pushed the baker’s tray from under the captives with his boot so that their feet could be more easily accessed. Nothing was too good for the girls as the helpless boys continued trying to shout into their gags.
Amy was timing things. “Ready. GO!” and Charlie’s nimble fingers got started. Although the frantic and vain attempts at evasion continued, Tarzan tried to maintain a (not very dignified) silence from that signal on. Charlie’s fingers poked round her subject’s armpits, round his pecs and nipples and gradually down towards the belt of his improvised kilt. By that time all attempts to think about algebra faded in a haze of torment and knocking heads. Before Tarzan could experience any noticeable embarrassment, he broke. At the first sign of what might have been a laugh replacing the former strained noises escaping from behind the fabric and tape that impeded Tarzan’s mouth, Amy stopped the stopwatch.
“Four minutes, thirty seconds. What kept you?”
“He’s tough. Let’s see you do better with yours. Ready? GO!”
Amy stared with the insides of Budgie’s thighs. Lots of strained noises worked their way past the lime that was filling his mouth. He seemed to be holding out quite well until she moved down to his feet when a sound not unlike snoring started. Long Tom decided that grunting didn’t count and that Amy should carry on. The writhing and knocking of heads became even more desperate and the grunting got louder and more frequent until Budgie could hold it no longer. What would, without the gag, have been a prolonged scream signalled the end of the contest and the shredded remains of Budgie’s dignity.
“Four minutes, thirty seven seconds.” announced a triumphant Charlie. The Macky D’s are on you!”
After the congratulatory/commiseratory hug, the girls donned their helmets and mounted their bikes.
“Byeee! See you later.” called Amy as she sped off. Amy was a diminutive brunette with long hair which was made to look even more so by her stature. She usually had Vic exactly where she wanted him.
“Byyyye!” Look after my little Scottie.” Shouted Charlie as the girls disappeared from sight.
Even hanging as they were, the prisoners heaved sighs of relief.
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Jamie thought it was time to show mercy and asked the Twins to untie the Sea Scouts’ feet and replace the baker’s tray. With all the struggling to which it had just been subjected, the ropework had settled as much as it was going to and both Budgie and Tarzan could stand in comparative comfort.
“Want your skirt pulled down?” asked Joe and wondered why Tarzan seemed to tense up. Then he thought. “No, I mean should I straighten it for you?” Tarzan nodded and Joe pulled both layers of fabric down against the belt holding them in place not that the wearer was displaying anything but he didn’t know that.
The Scouts had been enjoying the entertainment so much they hadn’t even given a thought to what had happened to Scott and Vic. And now they seemed to be in no hurry to find out. The next activity was log cutting and the Scouts had special permission to deal with a rotten tree that had been felled near the site. Those that had charge certificates for axes felt safer without the two main liabilities being around so no one went looking for them. There was a Forester to watch over the lumberjacks when they reached the fallen tree to ensure safe practice but he let the boys do all the work.
It took a good two hours to break up the tree with saws, axes and brute force and to carry the logs back to site on the old trek cart. By this time Vic and Scott had appeared in the door of the training room. Their friends demonstrated their usual concern for their plight: applause, laughter and derision.
Neither Scott nor Vic was laughing by that stage. They’d just had to struggle from the meeting room where the girls had left them, through the training room and thus outside. Once the laughter had subsided and Zac had removed Scott’s gag, he simply said, “Don’t ask.” So no one did.
The two boys had been tied together back to back. Their right legs had then been forced back and their right ankles tied together. They couldn’t stand and had to pull themselves along the ground as best they could.
Vic had his arms captured behind him and tied together quite high on his wrists before the rope was wrapped securely round his arms preventing any chance of separation. At least he’d been spared having his arms tied to his torso. He had been stripped down to his rather short loose grey boxers and looked as though he’d probably had his socks stuffed into his mouth before someone had swathed his lower head in so much packing tape that the merciful bandage that had been applied first didn’t show. Amy wouldn’t want anything to happen to her man’s lovely hair.
Scott had been gagged with another of the Scouts’ prize possessions. Charlie knew what he liked; she’d used the ball gag that Scott had so often had to wear when “hanging in the wardrobe”. He’d had his hands tied simply but efficiently, palm to palm, behind him and his elbows drawn close together. Someone had then thrust his arms down between Vic’s arms and his back and taken the rope under Scott’s bum and between his legs. It had been pulled tight and tied off to a heavier rope that had been wound several times round the boys’ waists pulling them tightly together. With the rather short boxer briefs that Scott favoured, the crutch rope could have been not only painful but also the cause of some indecency. Charlie didn’t mind!
A wide belt buckled round both the boys’ necks pulled their heads together until they were touching but at least they were spared blindfolds. It had taken Vic and Scott some time even to open the door between the meeting room and the training room and they had to move very carefully if Scott was to be spared unnecessary pain and embarrassment.
Once the others thought they’d had their value out of the situation, Zac freed his friends.
Scott and Vic went off to shower before getting dressed.
TBC