YELLOWBELLIES (1)
Setting Out
Howard was in just his black knee length shorts, as was his wont at night. Even though this was Saturday morning, the others didn’t take long to tie his hands behind him securely enough to ensure that he couldn’t struggle out of the rope without their noticing. The rest of the rope was left trailing. Kidnapping by appointment really lacked some of the excitement of the unexpected surprise snatch but it could still be fun.
“Where are your underpants?” asked Alex who sported his inevitable cowboy hat.
“Why?” asked Howard as he didn’t think he’d be allowed any if he wanted to wear his shorts for the appointment.
“Unconditional obedience, remember. For that, we’ll have to use those worn ones on the floor. Pick them up, please.” Having been reminded of the conditions Howard squatted down in an attempt to recover the discarded boxers from the floor where he’d simply dropped them the previous night. “No, not now that you’ve questioned an instruction. With your mouth.”
Howard gave Alex a look that he couldn’t possibly follow through in the circumstances before kneeling down and trying to grip his dirty underwear between his teeth causing the inevitable face-down collapse on the floor. Following a few of Tim’s “witticisms” about lying down on the job, Howard struggled to his knees carrying yesterday’s boxers in his mouth.
“No, don’t stand up, bring them here.” Howard crawled over to Alex on his knees and offered the boxers to him. “Good boy. Drop it. Good boy.” Somehow Howard managed to bite his tongue. “Where’s your house football scarf?”
“Hanging on the door.” answered Howard nodding towards the assemblage of garments there.
“Fetch, boy.” The look was no more effective this time than it had been previously as Howard started to struggle to his feet.
“No, don’t bother to stand, just crawl over and fetch, boy.” If there hadn’t been so much depending upon it, Howard would have happily told Alex and Tim what they could do with their “invitation”. As it was, however, he did as he’d been bidden and crawled over to the door and pulled at the end of the scarf with his teeth dislodging his hoodie and his school blazer in the process.
When he’d crawled back to his kidnappers, Tim shoved the scarf more firmly into his mouth followed by the boxers. Howard was told to stand and was led out to meet the other applicants. At St. Luke’s on a Saturday no one was even remotely likely to question why a bound boy wearing only his sleep shorts was being escorted uncomplainingly off site even though he had a football scarf and a pair of underpants hanging from his mouth.
Howard was a sturdy, blonde sixteen year old with no great muscular definition but possessed of considerable determination. That was going to come in handy in his present situation. Howard and his two friends, Jack and Ollie, were from Lincolnshire, proud “Yeller Bellies”. They’d already made arrangements to join the same Homebase next year but it didn’t already have a TUGs team and they decided that they wanted to form one. This weekend, the existing Club members would decide whether the uninitiated boys should be allowed to apply to be gofers and then work their way up to full membership status and, from there, to form their own team predictably to be called the Yellowbellies.
Meet the Applicants
Once Howard and his escort had left the school grounds, having booked themselves out the previous evening, they met Jack and Ollie, who were also bound and carrying underwear and scarves in their mouths, with their respective escorts. The kidnappers set about their next tasks. Howard’s boxers and scarf were removed from his mouth by Tim who folded and rolled the boxers neatly and pushed them into Howard’s mouth prior to wrapping his football scarf over his eyes, tying it behind his head and bringing the ends round to the front again where he knotted them tightly several times in Howard’s mouth thus holding the used boxers securely in place.
Alex took the free ends of the rope that had been trailing from Howard’s wrists and tied them together about a foot from the end with a combined figure-eight knot. Once he’d done that, he tied the ends none too tightly round Jack’s neck using a reef knot. That would ensure that the ropes didn’t tighten round his neck even though he wouldn’t be able to slip his head through the resultant loop. It would also ensure that, if Howard moved more than about two feet away from Jack, he would wrench his own arms uncomfortably behind him as well as forcing Jack to stoop.
Jack was tall and slim with unruly curly hair. He’d chosen to wear his black compression shorts which not only showed off his athletic physique but also kept his somewhat prominent private parts rounded up and comfortably out of the way. He’d received the almost identical treatment to Howard’s except that, when he was told to retrieve his underpants, he didn’t question the instruction and so was allowed to retrieve a clean garment. He was also canny enough to have made previous preparations to ensure that the first garment he found was just a pair of briefs that wouldn’t be quite as bulky as his more usual boxers when James forced them into his mouth. Tommy tied his wrist rope to Ollie’s neck leaving the three boys coffled securely together.
Ollie was a pale-skinned, very dark-haired, round faced, smiley boy who had been shaving daily for quite some time. He was sturdy but not athletic and in height, somewhere between Jack and Howard. He didn’t have anybody behind him so Lewis threaded the trailing rope ends up under Ollie’s armpits, crossed them behind his neck, pulled on them until his forearms were horizontal, and tied them off in front of his neck while Ritchie blindfolded and gagged him with his football scarf and his red Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. Lewis “reassured” him that, as long as he didn’t struggle, he shouldn’t strangle himself.
James slipped a short rope over Howard’s neck and, taking his usual role as chairman, explained that it wouldn’t be too long until the applicants reached their destination where, as they already knew, they would have to take part in some “games” of the sort that the teams usually played. “Right, now, anybody want to drop out?”
Three boys carefully and uncertainly shook their heads. “Right then, away we go.” announced James, pulling the line of boys forwards having given them no time to prepare to be led forwards. “And, if anybody manages to dislodge his gag, he’s out - and one out, everyone out. Understand?” There followed the nodding of three heads while their owners tried to maintain both their balance and their momentum.
Meet the Contestants
As far as the three prisoners were concerned for what must have been the next hour, James’s assertion that “it wouldn’t bee too long” until they reached their destination, simply meant that he lied like a cheap Japanese watch. In that time, tethered together and blindfolded, they covered only about two miles until they came to an open forest lawn area with a lake and a scattering of Scots Pines where the other three contestants were waiting.
James instructed the potential Yellowbellies TUGs team to kneel and cross their ankles whereupon Tim, Tommy and Ritchie cross-lashed them before Alex, James and Lewis untied the ropes from their necks and used them to apply kneeling hogties. It was time to meet the other contestants so the football scarves were untied but not before reminders about not expelling the underwear. Once the applicants’ eyes were uncovered, the scarves were re-positioned and tied tightly into their mouths. They then saw who they would be up against.
They would have to play various games against three of the boys who were waiting. They could tell which three because, as was traditional, the contestants had been stripped and bound by the fourth boy. John was a bit pissed off that he wasn’t one of the contestants but someone had to bind them and they didn’t really want to spend too long tied up before the others arrived. In a “normal” games meet, they wouldn’t mind so much but against that day’s opponents, they wanted to maximise their advantages.
The applicants looked around. It was worse than they’d feared. Not only would their opponents already know which games they would play but they were among the fittest, if not actually the biggest of the TUGs club members.
Nick had chosen to wear royal blue Speedo swim briefs. He was a shortish, well muscled black kid who was just about the fastest thing over a cross country course in the school other than the school dog. He was also very nearly as intelligent as Lewis, who was a true genius. He would be great at anything involving swimming, strategy or distance running. George, the tall, crew-cut blonde in the little pale blue swimming shorts, offered probably the best chance in spite of his height but he was also a clever boy who was a skilled skier and sailor. Surely they couldn’t find a game to fit his specialities. The third contestant wasn’t the tallest person but Ben was a rugby player with shoulders, thighs and pecs like a body builder. Another intelligent kid, he could swim like a fish and give anyone else two stone in weight in a wrestling match. He was very blonde and had chosen to wear a tight, white pair of swimming shorts.
All three of them were kneeling and bound, as was customary for contestants, just like the applicants but they weren’t yet gagged. With the possible substitution of Ritchie for George, this was probably the strongest team that the TUGs club members from these three teams could have fielded. The applicants wondered whether their journey had been worthwhile. At least the Blue Meanies and the Whiteknights hadn’t fielded contestants; the thought of having to face the enormously tall Tim or immensely powerful Monty would have knocked all heart out of the applicants before they even started. Of course, they didn’t know that the other teams had deliberately taken that into consideration.
Lewis had been put in charge of explaining the pairing process while John stripped for action. Although he wasn’t to be an actual contestant, he was still going to get the role he really enjoyed: each applicant would take turns to tie John using only about ten feet of rope. He could be relied upon to cooperate completely while he was being tied up as long as it took no more than five minutes, after which he should start struggling whether the applicant had finished or not. If it hadn’t taken too long, the applicant would nod, the watch would start and John’s escape would be timed. The person who kept John bound for longest got first choice of opponent and so on down the order.
Obviously the first to tie John would be at a considerable disadvantage; not only would John be fresh but the applicant wouldn’t have time to plan. The established members had also decided that it wouldn’t be fair if later applicants got to study John’s technique against their predecessors and spot any inadequacies in their tying techniques. Accordingly, sleep masks were produced and slipped over the applicants’ eyes. Obviously, heads went back as they vainly attempted to see under the blindfolds until Lewis offered to replace them with large amounts of gaffer tape.
Instructions were given that, on Lewis’s count, each applicant should extend either one or two fingers of his right hand, odd man out goes first. “One, two, three, show!”
Howard and Jack extended two fingers to Ollie’s one. Ollie would go first. Next time around between just Jack and Howard, if the total number of fingers was odd, Jack would go last; if not, Howard would. “One, two, three, show.” This time Howard only extended one finger but Jack kept to two thus securing himself last go and a certain advantage.
By now John had stripped down to a pair of tight, yellow 27centimetre Speedo aquashorts and was raring to go. His suppleness and the fact that he was a total bondage pig made him indispensible in situations like this. He was short and slim but with good shoulders and very well developed pecs. With his dirty blonde thatch he could have made an underwear model if only he was more handsome.
TBC