THE SAILOR BOYS AND THE LAND FARMERS

[Jason Toddman]

Nice to see the torture adventures continue. You describe them with very vivid detail; I wish I could remember ther details of my own TUGs that well but as I was usually the one being tied it was kind of hard to see everything and it didn't occur to me to take detailed notes of the techniques I did learn at the time either, darn it! Never occurred me when I wrote my diaries that it might be useful to have such descriptions decades later! Some of the ties you describe were used on me as a teenager but there are some you describe that I am sure I never got to experience firsthand too; wish I had the opportunity to do so now!!! *sigh!*
Do please keep posting these installments - and maybe a bit more frequently while you're at it! I really do enjoy these tales; they bring back such great memories of my own teenaged TUGs!

[xtc]

The Dead Time

Not a lot happened for a while.

Alex got some hot water from the boiler and washed out Steve’s shorts and Scott’s briefs in the butler sink. He rinsed them under the outside tap. They could dry by the fire. Have you ever noticed that Scouts of any sort will keep a fire going whether or not it is really needed? T-Boy had no intention of preparing lunch; they could send out for pizzas. So he took his sleeping bag off to Alex’s vacant Icelandic to get some shut-eye.

Sam, Alex, Evan, Den, and GP had some time to spare. They decided to play Monopoly. GP got up occasionally and drew the back of his thumbnail from the hostages’ chins down to just below their navels. That made them tense their muscles in anticipation of further torments to come. Other than that, things got a bit quiet.

Following their retirement in the early hours of the morning, no one was in a hurry to start anything energetic.

Come about 11 o’clock Sam decided it was time to get things done: there were 20 trangias to be cleaned, the cubs never left them clean enough for T-Boy’s liking and they couldn’t leave their hostages tied to chairs clad only in linen bags all day.

Sam explained that two slaves were needed: one to clean the stoves and one to prepare the “guest quarters”. Paper Scissors & Stone came into play again. The winner got to prepare the guest quarters, the loser went on KP. Neither hostage wanted to be on KP!

Sam took the role of umpire. “Use your right hands. Ready: one, two, three.” On “three” Scott made a fist and Steve extended two fingers. “Stone blunts scissors.” Little Steve slumped dejectedly. The thought of being chained to the sink again and washing all those greasy stoves was not appealing. This could be three hours work on top of having to clean the breakfast things.

By now Scott’s briefs were dry and Alex decided that Steve’s shorts, being swimming trunks, were designed to get wet in any case so it wouldn’t matter if they were still somewhat damp.

Even in the best tie-up situations there will be a hiatus so I’ll skim over the next bit and get on with the more interesting aspects of the story.

Asked whether they would give their word of honour not to try to escape over the next half hour or whether they wanted it the “hard way”, both boys gave their word of honour.

Alex untied their wrists and elbows and told the hostages to finish the job themselves while he went out to check on his prisoner.

Little Steve went straight for the gag that he had requested rather than having to have sticky tape ripped from his face. He was beginning to change his mind: his jaws ached for England. Scott went for the, now somewhat loose, gaffer tape that had kept him blindfolded for well over twelve hours, a personal best! Scott was glad to be inside the somewhat dim Log Cabin when he could finally see again and Steve started to attack the tape that held the tent bags over his head.

It was remarkably difficult for the hostages to untie their ankles from the cross bars without falling off the chairs (but it was mighty entertaining) but eventually both boys were free but wearing only sleeping bag liners. Both revelled in being able to move freely, especially Scott who had been tied up in one way or the other since about seven o’clock last evening. If he only knew what the time was, he might have claimed that as a personal best as well.

On their word of honour, each boy in turn was given his garment, allowed to go out to the toilet, do what he needed to, dress and return. Scott must have a remarkably capacious bladder to have lasted so long!

The hostages were allowed the full half hour “mercy time” to move freely (within the Log cabin), massage themselves and be free from any ties whatsoever. As has been said “Scout’s Honour” was to be honoured and respected.

Knowing Scott of old Den couldn’t resist asking him what had made him struggle in such a demented way when he was trying to escape from Alex’s hog-tie, it wasn’t like Scott to try so hard. Scott admitted that Action Man’s whispered, “If you’re still tied in two hours, be prepared for the bulldog clips.” might have had something to do with it. Then he shuddered as he remembered Action Man’s whispered, “Later”.

Sam decided that it was time to re-secure their hostages who were honour bound to comply. Of course, once bonds were on, anything went.


Earning their Keep

GP took Steve into the Galley where he was hobbled and chained to the metal framework as before. Resignedly he set about the breakfast things including a really greasy frying pan but he was grateful to have been spared the chain that shackled his wrists the previous evening and the gag.

Scott was made to hobble his own ankles with a fairly heavy chain before GP took him outside to explain his tasks. The first was to collect the disgusting, greasy Trangia stoves that the cubs had abandoned and deliver them to the galley. Steve gave a very rueful sigh at the sight of them. “Sorry, Mate” whispered Scott who then had to take the bucket out to the tap several times to top-up the boiler. The first trip easily convinced Scott to make a necklace of his chain like the one wrapped round Little Steve previously, even though he had not seen it, to stop it dragging on the ground.

Having been a “guest” of the Sailor Boys on more than one previous occasion Scott could guess what Sam meant by “guest quarters”. Sure enough! GP made Scott unravel the chain from around his neck and padlocked the end to a strong iron eye set in a heavy concrete block that seemed to have been left over from the war. Scott was free to move no more than about four metres from the block. From where he was standing he could see his equipment: six metal marquee stakes with rings near the tops, a large sledge hammer, three very substantial wooden spars and a large selection of pioneering ropes.

Having been staked out previously, Scott knew what to do with four of the marquee stakes. He would have to drive them into the ground, two metres apart at an angle of about 60 degrees with their tops pointing away from one another. These stakes were about 90 cm long and took some driving into the compacted ground at the back of the Log cabin. Only about 20 cm was to be left projecting. Even dressed as he was in just his square-leg briefs, Scott soon worked up a sweat as he wielded the sledge hammer.

T-Boy had long ago given up trying to get any more sleep and had got up, got on his bike and gone shopping for dinner.

GP sat in the shade with a Coke, watching Scot working up a thirst. When he had built the “bed frame” he asked for permission to speak and was allowed to visit the tap for a drink.

“Can you make a shear-leg?” asked GP. Of course Scott, being an experienced Scout, was adept at pioneering. He had made a shear leg for an aerial runway just the previous weekend. Using shear lashings he soon ended up with a very secure triangular frame which, when it was stood up, was well over two metres in height. Moving the result was not a one-slave job. It was heavy. Scott could guess what that would be used for.

GP called for assistance in moving the framework. Den, Evan & GP manoeuvred the shear-leg until it stood more-or-less upright when jammed up against a convenient branch of a tree. Scott was ordered over with the sledge hammer. He had to force the bases of the legs slightly towards the tree jamming it tightly in position. Taking the other two marquee stakes Evan told Scott to hammer them in vertically against the cross bar thus ensuring that the shear leg could not slide forwards again.

Scott had not seen this device used for restraining prisoners before but he could make a good guess as to where either he or Little Steve would be standing very shortly.

GP told Scott that he would be released from the concrete block before delivering several buckets of water to Steve in the Galley, most of which needed to go straight into the boiler with an extra cold bucket for when the water needed cooling off before Steve could put his hands in it. After that, he could take the rest of the afternoon off. Only GP could get the right tone of voice to convey the intended menace in that statement effectively.

At this point Action Man would have normally taken over but he was a little occupied at the time even though Alex had removed the paint-ball helmet and, after removing the belt from his mouth, had offered his prisoner a much needed drink from the camel-pack. By now at least he was standing up straight and was capable of a little movement but, with his hands chained on one side of the tree and the rope connecting his elbows on the other side, he had not been able to escape Alex’s tie.

Sam took a turn. Scott was forced to cross his wrists, back to back in front of him while Sam wrapped four loops of a long, thin rope from front to back, adjusted the tension and knotted it off. He didn’t bother to tighten the bindings by tying a loop between Scott’s wrists as he knew the next step would tighten them up effectively without that.

Scott, still with his chain hobble and newly restored “necklace” in place, was led over to his own shear-leg. He was right about where one of the hostages would be standing shortly and he had even figured out which one! He was ordered to turn round and face away from the framework and Sam climbed on the cross-bar and threaded the end of the rope through the small gap between the tree branch and where the spars crossed. He pulled the rope tight forcing Scott’s arms high above his head and tightening the ropes binding his wrists quite painfully. As he protested, GP quickly inserted the traditional tennis ball and held it in place while Evan applied sufficient gaffer tape to ensure both that it could not be expelled and that Scott’s protests were almost completely neutralised.

GP and Evan then lifted Scott so that he could stand on the cross-bar thus alleviating the pain in his wrists. Sam pulled tight again but not as tight as previously. Scott was now standing on the spar with his hands drawn up to where the two side spars were crossed. Because Scott had made the shear-leg, he knew that the fingers of his right hand, the one with the palm facing the lashings, were well out of reach of his knots.

Sam pushed the end of the rope through the gap between the branch and the lashings again, pulled tight and tied off the end of the rope to the cross bar outside the side spar nearest Scott’s left leg.

Sam then lifted the chain from Scott’s shoulders, took the trailing end leading from Scott’s right ankle, threaded it under the cross bar outside the side support, returned it along the cross bar, coiling it round a couple of times and finally threaded it forwards round the other side spar before padlocking it to Scott’s left ankle chain. Scott was left with his feet well apart and not planted as securely on the cross bar as previously. Too many false moves and there was enough slack in the un-coiled ends of the chain to leave Scott hanging from his own creation.

Scott settled down, wearily, to enjoy his predicament.

[Jason Toddman]

Nice. Had to google shear-leg to find out what that is but nice all the same!
Either you have one wicked (in a good way that is) imagination or an adolescence I'd have loved to have been a part of - or both!

[xtc]

Nice. Had to google shear-leg to find out what that is but nice all the same!
Either you have one wicked (in a good way that is) imagination or an adolescence I'd have loved to have been a part of - or both!

Sorry Jason, I warned you in a pm that my language is Southern England English!

Bu' oi do troi not to roit," 'ew new brewn cew." New troi tha' on yr spell-checkerr!

Do you know the best bit about adolescence?
If you work hard enough, you need never grow out of it.

Wassail!
xtc

[Jason Toddman]

Nice. Had to google shear-leg to find out what that is but nice all the same!
Either you have one wicked (in a good way that is) imagination or an adolescence I'd have loved to have been a part of - or both!

Sorry Jason, I warned you in a pm that my language is Southern England English!

Bu' oi do troi not to roit," 'ew new brewn cew." New troi tha' on yr spell-checkerr!

Do you know the best bit about adolescence?
If you work hard enough, you need never grow out of it.

Wassail!
xtc

I never did grow out of adolescence, really. At least not in my mind. Ask anyone.
As for the shear leg thing, well - all I had to do was google it so no worries. Learned a few interesting things about the things doing that anyway!

[xtc]

These chapters are a more or less self contained story with the main plot just impinging round the edges.
A weekend is a long time (Ask Little Steve) and a lot can happen.


The New Initiates

The new kids were supposed to arrive at one o’clock. Each had been told to bring their Troop necker and a football scarf and to be prepared to spend some time wearing only their swimming briefs. The successful candidates would be allowed to stay overnight.

Three younger members of the Troop, who wanted in on the TUG’s action, arrived for their initiation into the Log Cabin TUG’s Club. They arrived in a maelstrom of noise and excitement, rode their bicycles up to the door of the Log Cabin, dropped them and their rucksacks wherever they stopped and ran into the Cabin wearing their neckerchiefs, clutching their scarves and keen to get started.

Evan was to be in charge of the initiation and suddenly wondered what had hit him. One false move and he was surrounded by shouting, over-excited little kids. “Right, Shut up. Next one to speak goes straight home!” That had the desired effect.

Evan had to decide: did he show them the hostages first or did he get on with the gagging as soon as possible? No contest, you might think. Strangely, he decided to do the tour first to see if any of them was capable of being quiet when necessary, anyone who couldn’t was no use to the club.

Being Sea Scouts, the boys already knew the Log Cabin but none of them had ever been present when a TUG was on. Evan indicated Steve as an enemy and explained that he was a hostage against the handing over of enemy agents who had perpetrated an outrage against the Troop. Luke thought that was “Cool”.

Luke was used to being tied up by his older brother, he quite enjoyed it, it made him feel calm. There was seldom a week went past without at least one evening where Luke had his elbows tied behind him and his knees tied together. His brother would then make him struggle to fetch and carry for him. Like his brother, he needed to be kept occupied all the time if he was to keep out of trouble. His parents were quite aware of their sons’ activities but, as long as neither got hurt, they didn’t mind. Luke didn’t want to belong to the same Troop as his brother because, when he got to be on the winning team, he wanted his brother at his mercy.

Luke would be a lady-killer later on: not particularly athletic but cute-looking with a dimpled smile. He had mousy hair in a neat razor cut. Oh, and his brother was Scott.

Luke’s hyper-activity disorder left him with chaotic organisational skills and, predictably, even though he had turned up at the right place at the right time, he had come without the required football scarf or Speedos. At least he was wearing his neckerchief.

Evan continued his tour. The next captive they saw was Action Man, still tied to the tree, blindfolded and covered with paint. Alex was checking on his prisoner at the time so he explained the concept of betting and the usual consequences for the loser. He then realised that Action Man had not eaten since last night and started feeding him Coco Pops and milk followed by a banana. After the usual slug from the camel-pack, Action Man was tape gagged. He seemed to have accepted his lot. Peter thought that the chance of treating such a “cakey” prisoner like this was “awesome”.

Peter was very sporty with a dense thatch of straight, dark hair cut neatly just short of shoulder length with a long fringe. Even though still only eleven years old he was developing a sturdy, muscular frame due to the amount of sport he played. Not very academic but fiercely loyal to his friends.

Peter turned up with a Pompey scarf. Now that took some guts as everyone else was a Saints supporter. Even his square-leg hipster Speedos were bright blue.

Evan continued his tour by showing Scott to the younger kids. Luke was chuffed with this. He’d always wanted to see his brother at such a disadvantage. If he hadn’t had to be on his best behaviour, he would have slipped Scott’s feet off the cross-bar. The worst part of it for Scott was that, not having been blindfolded, he had to look at his smirking little brother standing in front of him and gloating. Lloyd thought that the opportunity to treat a prisoner like this was “mega”.

Lloyd was quite a bulky, dark haired kid. He was to develop into a real muscle man later. He enjoyed a fight but he knew he’d have to accept whatever he was put through during his initiation. He had brought a tight, and not very extensive, pair of black briefs in a shiny material. He assured everybody that, yes, they were swimming trunks but they looked a lot like a body-builder’s posing briefs.

The tour over, the three postulants were taken back inside where Evan told them to strip ready for their ordeals. Suddenly a look of panic flashed in Luke’s face. He explained that he had forgotten his Swimming trunks and his football scarf. He was so desperate not to be thrown out that he even offered to strip naked. (There’s something odd about that family.) Evan said that that would not be necessary but that he would have to undergo more stringent ordeals than his companions. Luke accepted and stripped down to his loose, white boxers with the stars all over them.

The three younger boys were now ready for their forthcoming ordeals.

The Ritual Starts

Luke was first. Alex was now available to “do the honours” while GP looked for something to use as a gag. Alex took a length of white rope whilst Den forced the younger boy’s elbows together behind him. Luke was still slight and supple enough for his elbows to touch. As Alex carefully fastened his elbows closely together Luke thought, “That’s what Scott usually does but it doesn’t bite in so much this time.” Alex knew how to tie efficiently without causing unnecessary pain, whereas Scott liked pain. Alex then took a new rope for his trade mark clove hitch round his subject’s wrists followed by couple more turns around, tied off and then cinched off twice between the wrists. This was a new experience to Luke; Scott would sometimes tie his wrists and sometimes his elbows but never both at the same time.

Luke now had his arms uncomfortably tied, his elbows protruding bizarrely behind his back like the dorsal fin of a fish. Happy with his work, Alex turned to his next “client”.

GP returned. Luke was used both to being cleave-gagged and muzzled with tape by his brother but what was about to happen was going to be a very new experience. GP had visited the “toy box” and found a hard rubber ball, probably a squash ball, and an old tubi-grip which had somehow been left behind. He slipped the ball into the support stocking and instructed Luke to, “Open wide!”

Even while the gag was being tied off tightly behind his neck, Luke was busy appraising the way the ball fitted his mouth and thinking that he might enjoy the experience. It was fortunate for Luke that he was being co-operative so that he wasn’t forced (?accidentally?) to bite his lips as sometimes happened when gags were applied in a hurry.

Evan collected Luke’s neckerchief from the floor, folded it carefully on the large table and fastened it tightly round his eyes causing the smaller boy to wince noticeably and squeal slightly in spite of himself. The neckerchief was carefully adjusted to ensure that Luke was completely unable to see. He was then taken by the arm over to the table where Evan put one hand under each armpit, lifted him, turned him round and sat him on the edge of the table.

“Right, cross your ankles on the table.” Luke was told and he obeyed. His crossed ankles were wrapped around, fore and aft, with about five loops of rope which were tied off, the tension equalised and then cinched off by having the free ends of the ropes wrapped around the loops and tied off firmly.

The free ends were then passed under Luke’s backside, passed together between his wrists and returned under his backside again. Evan pulled the free ends tight drawing Luke’s ankles towards him and his arms even more uncomfortably downwards. A final knotted off pass round the ankles left Evan satisfied with his work. Luke was not pulled so tight that he was forced over onto his shoulders but, with his arms bound as they were, he was left in a fairly restrictive sitting hog-tie. Even GP wondered whether they had gone too far with this much younger kid.

Evan was of a different opinion, “If you move, you’re finished.” he warned stopping only to run the back of his thumbnails along the soles of his victim’s exposed feet quite heavily. Every muscle in the prisoner’s body tensed involuntarily.

Peter saw Luke’s arms being bound and started to wonder whether he had made the right decision in asking to be initiated. It was his turn next.

Peter had stripped down to his bright blue square-leg hipster Speedos and had brought his blue and white Pompey scarf. Having arrived properly turned out (In spite of the Pompey scarf), Evan would not need to treat him as harshly as he had Luke. During initiations to the TUG Club the Sea Scouts sometimes didn’t tie the applicants too tightly to allow frightened candidates to wriggle free and escape if they needed to do so. However, Peter looked sturdy enough to tie firmly.

Alex moved into his usual routine. Peter was told to position his wrists in the small of is back where they were tied with vertical turns of rope (following the usual clove hitch, of course) and cinched off between his wrists. The ends of the rope were then passed up, one over each shoulder, round the front of his neck and returned to his wrists. One turn around both wrists and then tied off completed that stage of tying but left lots of spare rope.

You might have spotted the snag here: Peter had a final unsecured knot within range of his fingers. Sorry, but just because Alex had finished and prepared to move on to his final “client”, it doesn’t mean that Evan had finished.

Evan took Peter’s football scarf and tied a good sized and rather solid knot in the middle. On the instruction,”Open wide!” Peter did so and found the knot pushed firmly into his mouth and his scarf tied tightly round the back of his head. He was then blindfolded in the same way as Luke had been.

Evan didn’t find lifting the rather muscular little guy up onto the table quite as easy this time but he managed it with little trouble and told Peter to cross his ankles on the table. He did so and Evan pushed his ankles closer to his body. The free ends of the rope were passed under Peter’s backside and wound round his ankles several times before being tied off. That left Peter with very little room for movement if he was to be able to remain sitting.

“Two down, one to go”, said Evan taking over from Alex who had already fastened Lloyd’s wrists into the small of his back. The gagging and blindfolding procedure followed as usual and Evan called to Alex to give him a hand. They quickly hoisted the rather solid little kid up onto the table where Evan finished tying him up as usual.

Trial by Ordeal

Sam, as Senior Member, then came into his own. “If the enemy captures you during an operation, they will interrogate you. We need to know who can withstand prolonged interrogation. You will each be taken away and tortured. If you wish to submit, all you have to do is tell us your name. Do you understand?”

Three tightly bound boys nodded enthusiastically. Surprisingly, no-one had yet fallen into the trap of, “Next one to speak goes straight home.” These kids were determined.

Sam told the boys that on his count of three each boy was to extend either one or two fingers. Odd man out would go first. “One, two, three”, went Sam’s count and all three boys extended one finger.
“A tie.” announced Evan who was standing behind them, “Go again”.

“One, two, three.” This time only Peter extended one finger. He was to go first.

Evan pulled Peter to the front of the table, untied his ankles and ordered him to slide down to the floor. The loose rope hanging from his wrists was passed between his legs, causing quite a shudder as he felt it drawn up in front of him, to be used as a lead. Seeing the shudder, Evan asked, “What’s your name.” Peter shook his mane of hair emphatically.

Peter was led, somewhat unsteadily, out of the cabin, round the back near to where Little Steve had recently been staked out, not that he could see him. Evan laid him on his back and lifted his legs while Den moved a saw-horse into position against his backside. GP took Peter’s right ankle and fastened it to one end of the horse above the top bar, whilst Alex did the same for his left ankle. This left Peter lying on his back with his backside just about in contact with the ground and his legs stretched out and the unprotected soles of his feet facing upwards.

Once again Evan asked, “What’s your name?” More shaking of the dark mane ensued. “Well, if that’s the way you want it . . . “. Den and GP really gave him the treatment: starting with the soles of his feet and moving systematically up (or down!) his legs to his thighs they explored every vulnerable point. At first it sounded as if he was laughing into his gag as he bucked and twisted his body in reaction to the tickling. Then, as one of his tormentors found an especially sensitive spot, unmistakeable squeals were heard but after about ten minutes the noises changed to more like groans and snorts.

“What’s your name, Boy?” More emphatic head shaking as GP pulled a bench up close to the saw horse and Den lifted Peter up by his shoulders and lowered his backside onto it. His feet still being higher than the rest of him Peter could not sit up and so was left with the back of his head and his shoulders on the ground and his belly stretched tight. Alex and Evan took over tickling duty starting only just above the draw-string of his hipsters, all around his mercilessly exposed belly, up his sides giving special attention to the ribs and finally under his arm-pits. Obviously, with his arms tied behind him, Peter’s arm-pits were not particularly exposed but, where there’s a will, there’s a way. And they found a way. By now Peter was sweating and exhausted and having difficulty drawing breath.

Just one more area to go. The bench was moved far enough away from the horse to trap Peter’s arms underneath leaving his upper back supported. Once one of his tormentors sat on his chest, very little movement would be possible.

“My honour?” asked Alex.

“Your honour.” Evan sat on Peter while Alex gave his neck and chin full attention. The ineffectual wriggling of his legs and frantic shaking of his head had absolutely no chance of helping the initiate either dislodge one torturer or avoid the other one’s fingers.

Peter had now been tortured for about half an hour and still had not confessed. He was released from the saw horse and returned to the Log Cabin where he was once more forced to sit hog-tied on the table with his ankles crossed.

It was time for the next victim. Would it be Luke or Lloyd? Scissors, Paper and Stone came into play once more. “One, two, three.” Luke straightened his fingers and Lloyd stuck out two fingers. “Scissors cut paper. OK Lloyd, it’s you”

Lloyd suffered very much the same procedure as Peter except that Den and GP reckoned that they could break Lloyd during the first session so they kept going for a bit longer than they had with Peter. His writhing and groaning were spectacular. After 15 minutes with no “confession”, they gave up and handed over to Alex and Evan. Evan had his doubts about Lloyd’s ability to be of use to the club from the outset and he had not been tied very tightly compared to the other two. Lloyd remained determined right through Alex’s and Evan’s session (Evan’s honour this time) and had to work quite hard towards the end not to let his writhing force his wrists from the ropes.

After another 15 minutes or so Evan said, “Well done, Kid, that’s your lot.” and Lloyd was released from the saw horse. The rather loose roping was corrected and a very sweaty Lloyd took his place alongside the other two postulants on the table.

Luke had been left bound on the table for more than an hour now. The real trial for him was having nothing to do. He dealt with it by imagining what he could do when he had his brother at his mercy if only he could get through his initiation. He had to succeed!

When Evan came for him, he could hardly wait to get started. He had been restrained far more strictly than the other two candidates and had spent a lot of the time hoping that his boxers were behaving themselves as his knees were apart and he couldn’t see whether or not they were “gaping”. He needn’t have worried.

Evan started untying Luke’s ankles and then took the rope underneath Luke to where it was looped around his wrist ties. After the rope had been passed back under his backside, Luke felt his ankles being freed. He quickly clamped his knees together.

Evan didn’t bother attaching a lead to Luke; he simply pulled him off the table, grabbed his still tightly bound wrists, lifted them forcing him to bow from the waist and propelled him quickly out of the Log Cabin and towards the saw horse. Luke was only hoping that his boxers wouldn’t let his enthusiasm show. Things had subsided a bit by the time he was laid face up and tied to the horse and he had no need to be embarrassed.

Den and GP gave it their best. Luke was a stubborn little kid who was determined they wouldn’t even get a reaction form him. In his dreams! After an initial two minutes of commendable restraint and only the odd squeak escaping form his drool-soaked gag he had no choice but to turn into a squealing, wriggling wreck just like the other two. In fact his upper body was convulsing so much that Evan got a cushion from one of the battered old armchairs in the Cabin and placed it under Luke’s head.

Change of shift and Luke tried to compose himself. Waste of time. Evan and Alex moved the bench to the normal position and very quickly found that Luke’s waist and rib cage were even better value than his feet and upper thighs. By now the noise being produced was just a prolonged squeal interrupted only by desperate attempts to inhale. Luke should have now been a bit more concerned about the security provided by his boxers but he had other things on his mind. And in any case, it’s not the sort of thing that was going to be held against him. He was now writhing and trying to catch his breath so desperately that he probably didn’t even notice when Den gently eased his underpants to conceal his private parts again.

Just out of habit Alex asked him, “Tell me your name, Boy”. Assuming his name wasn’t “Mm –mmmm –mm –mmm”, Evan decided that Luke had not confessed.

Luke was released from the saw horse and frog marched back into the Log Cabin. Den lifted him up and dumped him kneeling on the table. By now Action Man had been released and had emerged from the “rustic shower”. Want me to take a hand?” he offered. He was still wearing only his towel round his waist.

“Help yourself.”

“You still want him treated more strictly?” Action Man asked Evan.

“He was warned.”

“OK.” Action man took a longer rope than the one that had come off Luke’s ankles and shoved him forwards onto his belly. Evan made sure that he fell reasonably gently without landing on his nose. Acton man went to it. The rope was threaded uncomfortably between Luke’s still tightly bound wrists and the free ends were knotted together just above his knees. Den lifted Luke’s legs so that the free ends could be counter-wrapped above Luke’s knees, tied off, tensions equalised and tightened by being cinched between his legs. Action Man made sure to pass the free ends through the knot just above Luke’s knees before repeating the procedure below his knees. Finally Luke’s ankles were tied carefully in parallel.

“Kneel him up, please.” Action Man asked Den, who did so. Action Man’s last move was to thread one free end between Luke’s wrists and tie it to the other near his ankles. This pulled Luke down to sit on his ankles. It also tightened the rope between his wrists and his knees in a most disagreeable fashion. Action Man didn’t bother to get the ends of the ropes out of finger range as he knew that this tie didn’t have to last long and that Luke wouldn’t want to escape in any case!

Evan pulled the other two boys to their knees and Sam addressed the new recruits.

Sponsorship and Baptism.

“Well done. All three of you have survived the interrogation session.” announced Sam. “You will all stay overnight, as long as you’ve brought the usual parental permission, (“Oh, Shit.” thought Luke) but will remain dressed as you are at present. Now you need someone who will sponsor you before you are baptised into the club. You will need to submit to a complete day’s enslavement to your sponsor within the next four weeks before your membership to The Log Cabin TUGs Club is confirmed.”

To sponsor a new member was a serious matter. Any existing member who sponsored an initiate who did not prove to be reliable over the next year would have to submit to being enslaved by the Troop for a whole weekend.

Den was the first to speak up. “Us big kids’ve got to stick together. I’ll sponsor Lloyd. He was determined not to work his way loose towards the end of his torture session. His Club Name’s gotta be “Budgie”; though, because of those budgie rustlers he’s wearing.” Lloyd squirmed a bit at that but, if he hadn’t been gagged, he would have smiled as he sighed and dropped his head slightly. Den grabbed Budgie’s arms and lifted him off the table before kneeling him on the floor in front of an armchair in which he then took his ease.

“I’ll take Tarzan”, said Action Man putting his hand on Peter’s thigh so that he would know that he was to be known as Tarzan. “His little muscles and that mop of hair make him look just like the jungle man.” After the initial tensing of his muscles caused by the unexpected bodily contact, Peter (or Tarzan) sighed with pleasure and relief. Action man lifted Tarzan down and knelt him facing another chair in which he seated himself.

Luke was now getting worried: the other two had found sponsors. He thought he had done brilliantly. Was there anyone who would sponsor him?

“You were brilliant: being tied like that and staying with it. I reckon you’ll make a good soldier for the cause.” That was Alex’s voice as he held Luke’s arm to let him know who he was talking about.

“Are you sponsoring him or not?”

“I’ll sponsor Luke but I can’t think of a Club Name. Any ideas?”

“We can leave that till later.” said Sam.

It’s difficult to smile when you’re gagged and no one can see your eyes when you’re blindfolded but, believe me, Luke was grinning inside. Alex grabbed each side of his torso and positioned him ready to accept his sponsorship.

“Postulants, on my command, I want you to bend forwards. Your sponsors will remove your blindfolds and gags. Then you will then abase yourselves and thank your sponsors very humbly. Nod your head if you understand.” Following Evan’s explanation, three boys nodded solemnly. They knew very well what was expected. “Bend over.”

Three boys bowed forwards and soon felt the relief of being able to close their mouths again and being able to see once more. There was a hiatus while jaws were worked, lips licked, heads shaken, eyes blinked and backs straightened again. Evan allowed a minute for this before ordering Budgie to submit to his sponsor and thank him.

Budgie looked Den in the face, said, “Thank you for sponsoring me, Master. I won’t let you down. When do you want me to report for my slavery day?” and bent forwards to kiss the tops of Den’s trainers and rest his forehead upon them.

Doug told him to kneel upright and that they could discuss that later.

“OK, Tarzan, your turn”

Tarzan looked Action Man in the face, said, “Thank you for sponsoring me, Master. I won’t let you down. When do you want to enslave me?” Bending forwards he kissed the tops of Action Man’s bare feet and nestled his face down upon them.

“I’ll let you know. Get up.” Tarzan straightened up again looking gratefully at his unconventionally attired sponsor.

“Right, Luke, off you go.” Very much the same routine ensued: the formal thanks and promise, the offer of enslavement, the kissing of the tops of Alex’s flip-flopped feet and the waiting to be allowed to rise again. Because of the way he’d been tied, Luke found this more difficult than the others and had to be helped back onto his knees.

Alex said they’d discuss it sometime this week and told Luke he could kneel upright again. Luke looked up adoringly at Alex.

Evan announced the final stage of the ceremony. “Now for the baptisms and the swearing in.”

Budgie and Luke were dragged across to where Tarzan was kneeling. Evan got a hard, brown rope and tied it loosely round the necks of the three boys leaving a bit more than a metre’s rope between them. The sponsors then released their initiates’ ankles and Alex freed Luke’s legs completely and untied his elbows. Once more, Luke looked adoringly at Alex.

Even though no stock had been kept at the Log Cabin for many years, an old and rather large cattle trough still existed. It was filled from the run-off from the roofs of the Log Cabin and the shed and the word “skanky” could have been coined especially for its contents.

Having seen “baptisms” before, when someone had really pissed of a more senior member, the three new recruits knew more or less what to expect next. Sam was thinking: “This is a good crop. By now someone would usually have been given his marching orders either because he spoke once his gag was removed or confessed under interrogation or failed to show acceptable self-abasement to his sponsor. This lot should be good in the field.” Sometimes Sam thought more like a general than a schoolboy!

Their sponsors hauled the boys to their feet and Evan led the resultant coffle to the cattle trough. “All you have to do to avoid baptism is to speak now.” Evan reassured them. No one spoke. Evan nodded.

On the signal the sponsors pushed their knees into the backs of their candidates’ knees, forcing them to the ground and then laid them face down. Lifting their feet, each sponsor then bound his candidate’s ankles simply together. Excessive bondage wasn’t required at this stage because, if anybody tried to escape, he would simply have been allowed to do so thus failing his initiation.

It might sound as if this was a well-rehearsed routine. It was. After all those years it should have been!

The coffle was forced to stand – none too steadily because they all had their ankles bound. In a skilfully coordinated manner each sponsor then lifted his candidate, almost like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold, and stood him in the battered but water-tight trough.

“Kneel.” ordered Evan. Three boys shot desperate looks at him. Even supported by water, the act of going from standing to kneeling with one’s ankles bound is not an attractive proposition. With help from their sponsors, the three boys knelt on the far from clean bottom of the trough. The occasional “tss’s” “fff’s” and “agh’s” were ignored.

With the displacement of water caused by the insertion of three bodies into the trough and with each boy losing nearly 60cm in height because of the forced kneeling the boys were left with just their heads and shoulders clear of the water. Their eyes were very near to the green algae (being in the gap between the two buildings, sunlight often played on the surface) and their noses were near enough to the water surface to appreciate the accumulation of organic matter in the trough. Anyone whose heart did not quake at this stage would not have been human.

“Do you swear to keep the secrets of the TUG’s club including the initiation ceremony?” intoned Evan.

“I do.” answered each voice. The sponsors then ducked the boys, face down, under the surface for about five seconds.

Evan allowed a reasonable time for spluttering before the next question. “Will you conduct yourself honourably in TUG situations? Do you swear to do all you can to help every member of the TUG’s Club whenever they are in distress?”

Following the “I do’s” each boy was ducked again.

Evan then asked his last questions: “Do you promise to honour your sponsor? Will you submit yourself to his service without question within the next 28 days?

With three more, “I do’s” three boys were ducked under the scummy surface once more.

“OK, Gentlemen, free your initiates, they have passed the tests so far.” announced Evan. “They can all stay the night, under the usual conditions; and we have their first task as members of the Log Cabin TUG’s Club for them.

The sponsors helped the newly baptised boys to their feet and removed the rope connecting them together and the ropes tying their arms behind them. It was up to them to untie their own ankles. At first site this was not an appetising task, they would have to duck under the water to reach. Until Luke had the first sensible idea of his life: he levered himself up on the sides of the trough and swung his legs over the side landing on the ground. Perhaps Luke wasn’t so daft after all.

In no time at all three far from clean boys stood unfettered, coated in noticeable but harmless green algae and modelling the latest in humus on their legs.

“OK, well done. You men, go and get cleaned up then I’ll take the parental letters.” ordered Sam. “Good one, Evan Well done, My Son!”


The previous four chapters don’t seem to have advanced the main plot much but the presence of the new TUG’s Club members was vital as you will soon understand.

[Jason Toddman]

These guys had a mercifully short initiation copmpared to the one I went through in the TUGs club I was a m,ember of, but it was still a fun read.
If this was at all based on real life events, I wish I could have been there.
Very well written indeed! This time I am writing my own scorecard as I go! Hehehehehe!

[xtc]

What Else Was Going On?

You’ve heard hardly anything about the hostages recently and not much more about the fate of Action Man so this chapter ought to bring things up to date.

T-Boy returned just as Little Steve had finished all his washing up and had put away what he could. By now, having had hardly any sleep the previous night, he was knackered and his chains were rubbing more than they had previously. He dreaded being told to get on his knees and clean the floor again. However, T-Boy, like some of the others, had developed a sneaking regard for the little kid with the bizarre tan-lines.

T-Boy realised the state of his galley slave and enlisted Sam’s support for his next suggestion. They unlocked Steve from the sink and took him, still hobbled round to the back of the Log Cabin where Scott still stood, sagging somewhat, on his own shear-leg.

The four marquee stakes were now in the shade of the Cabin and Little Steve was laid out between them. T-Boy decided that he should be allowed to have his feet and arms in contact with the floor rather than have them raised by the rings through the stakes. Sam tied a soft rope, firmly but not cruelly, round Steve’s right wrist, looped it twice round one of the stakes, passed it across to another, looped it round twice and tied the other end round his left wrist. With the tying, and because Steve’s feet had not yet been tied, that left a bit of slack but there was enough friction to prevent Steve taking any advantage of it.

Once Sam considered that Steve was secured safely enough, he undid the chain that had secured him to the sink for so many hours. There was inevitable bruising and some abrasion and Sam reminded himself that the real torture should be reserved for the Twins. So he got some gaffer tape and wrapped several layers round each of Little Steve’s ankles to help relieve the pressure when he tied his ankles in very much the same way as T-Boy had tied his wrists. Steve was not pulled very tight and, as he settled in to his new “bed”, the ropes gradually eased leaving him as comfortable as could be expected in the circumstances.

“It’s tape or stick time.” warned Sam and Steve winced and groaned pathetically.

“It’s OK, I’ve got an idea.” Offered T-Boy and disappeared into the Log cabin. He reappeared shortly with a clean tea-towel. “Which do you want: t-towel, tape or your special stick? Tea towel?” Steve nodded shallowly but rapidly. “This won’t silence you but no one will understand you and it’ll act as a reminder to keep quiet. Steve opened his mouth and did his best to lift his head so that T-Boy could tie off diagonal corners of the cloth behind his neck. With a couple of little slaps on the cheeks, Little Steve was left on his own.

He was so tired, he soon dropped off.

Even at this season of the year, Steve had heavy tan lines due to the shorts and t-shirts he habitually wore when helping his dad re-build the garden in their new house. He was left with very dark skin on his lower legs, his arms and from the neck up. His developing torso was, however, still horribly pale. Blondes always look funny tanned like that.

Scott had spent about two hours in the shade of a tree trying to maintain his footing on the cross-bar of his own shear leg but was as deeply exhausted as Steve although his pride would never let him admit it even if he hadn’t been gagged.

Both Sam and T-Boy recognised that Scott needed rest but Little Steve was “lying on the bed”, Evan’s postulants were occupying the refectory table and Action Man was still “drying” and tied to the oak.

T-Boy ripped the tape off Scott’s face and, rather gingerly, held onto the sodden tennis ball that he removed. Sam offered the usual slug from the camel pack and did Scott need it! Sam reminded Scott that the Sea Scouts didn’t really want to torture him and Little Steve - although Scott thought that they were doing quite a good job of it as far as he was concerned - and wanted to reserve the real pain for other members of their Troop. He offered to allow Scott to be simply bound hand and foot, blindfolded and gagged and left in the loft for a few hours.

Scott was so exhausted that he accepted.

“OK, I’ll deal with this one.” offered Sam. He got the keys and unfastened the locks round Scott’s ankles. Already standing was much easier. It was too awkward to undo the rope that hauled Scott’s hand above his head so Sam decided to commit sacrilege: he cut the rope! That took a while but Scott still had his hands tied in front of him when he slipped from the cross bar onto the ground.

Even after crashing to the ground, the change of posture was a blessed relief. Although Scott’s wrists were still firmly bound, obviously the rope had loosened somewhat while he was hanging from the shear leg So Sam used the free end hanging from Scott’s wrists to cinch it tight.

Scott was allowed some time to get his muscles in action again before Sam hauled him to his feet and led him towards the Log cabin. As he passed Little Steve sleeping peacefully, Scott considered special pleading on his behalf. Would the Sea Scouts accept an offer from him to remain in captivity for longer in return for releasing his little friend? He read the situation accurately. Steve and he were not the ones that were wanted. If this is how they were being treated, Big Steve and Joe could look forward to a really special time!

Sam led Scott to the base of the ladder up to the loft and told him to climb. Having been tied to the shear-leg for so long and still having his wrists bound back to back Scott climbed slowly and clumsily but Sam followed closely to make sure he was safe.

There were several low wooden bed frames towards the back of the loft and Sam told Scott to lie down on one of them. Even the thin mattress, which barely disguised the slats beneath, felt like a cocoon to Scott who gratefully laid back and allowed Sam to tie his ankles to the bottom posts spreading his legs but not too widely. By now it was difficult to tell whether Scott was sighing with relief or snoring. Sam undid the rope around Scott’s wrists and fastened each wrist to a post of the bed head. Scott was now spread-eagled but had not been drawn too tight. Sam put a sufficiency of gaffer tape over Scott’s eyes to blindfold him but didn’t bother to gag him as he was pretty much already asleep.

Just after Lloyd was “finished off” on the saw horse, Alex decided that Action Man had served his time. He wasn’t quite sure how he would react when he was released after having been tortured in the way he had and approached the task of releasing him somewhat warily.

First Alex removed the rope keeping Action Man’s elbows close to the tree and then unlocked his wrists. At this point he thought it would be wise to retreat and leave his former target to finish releasing himself. Handing him the key to the padlock fastening the chain round his neck, Alex left Action Man to it. It didn’t take long for him to undo the chain and work the rope round his neck into a position where he could untie it.

He went looking for Alex.

When Action Man appeared in the door of the log Cabin, Alex started looking in vain for escape routes. He didn’t think he could even dodge past as the paint-spattered boy approached him. Action Man extended his hand towards Alex who stood and nervously extended his hand in turn. They ended in the strange thumb-gripping handshake that the club habitually used. “You won, well done, Man. No hard feelings, honest”

Alex’s sigh, as he returned the grip and both boys hugged each other with their left arms, signalled the start of an enduring friendship. “Hey, Man, did everyone see my boner?”

“Yea, but you’ve seen it happen to other people. At least we all know how to help you enjoy yourself now.”

In the grounds was a large open water tank which had been converted into a “rustic shower”. A screen had been fixed between the supports. It started about 30 cm from the ground and extended upwards for another metre. Duck boards enabled bathers to keep their feet off the ground and the water drained into a sort of concrete funnel underneath and into the drain under the tap.

Action Man went to his rucksack, got his toilet kit and took a, not very quick, cold shower. Having finished and towelled himself down roughly, he wrapped his towel round himself and went into the Cabin in time to join in the initiation of the younger boys.

Following the initiation the three new recruits headed for the shower to remove their generous coating of green gunge and well rotted vegetable matter. True to form, Luke removed his boxers, rinsed them out thoroughly and hung them over the screen but the others showered in their Speedos. After towelling themselves down, and after Luke had replaced his still wet boxers, the new kids hung their towels over the screen and rushed back to the Log Cabin.

T-Boy noticed that nobody had bothered to send out for lunch but he was OK as he caught something while he was out shopping. With what was to happen this evening, he thought he’d better start preparing dinner.

Preparing for the Evening

Evan announced that all the initiates could stay the night and that they would undertake their first TUG’s Club operation. The “Old Man” was due this evening to take the older boys on a night-X and he would want to see the parental permission notes for what Sam had told him was a “Training Residential”. He would make an excuse to cover the fact that the three initiates were elsewhere at the time because really it would be their job to “take care of” Little Steve and Scott so that the Old Man didn’t find them.

Problem: Luke again. He’d forgotten his note.

“Sorry, Luke, no note, no overnighters.”

“No, please, I can ride home and get one. Please.”

“OK, but your sponsor will have to be tortured while you’re away.”

“Sorry, Alex, I won’t be long, promise.”

Alex undid the buckles at the sides of his cut-down camouflage trousers and removed them and his t-shirt and offered his wrists to Evan to be bound.

Luke headed for his bike.

“Luke! Put your clothes on! Go commando so no-one will notice the wet boxers.” Luke stripped and dressed as quickly as possible while he saw Alex being prepared for torture. Alex knew it was bluff and that, other than being tied up, he would not be tortured any further but it was done to encourage Luke to get it right in future.

“Don’t forget, you’ve got 40 minutes. After that the ginger gets it.” With that Alex shot Evan a rueful look.

Luke went off as fast as he could and Alex seated himself to await his return. Just for the sake of form, Evan tied Alex’s ankles so that the younger kids would believe that Alex was about to suffer if Luke was late.

There was some dead time before dinner. Most people got their sleeping bags and roll mats ready for the night and did what passed for tidying up and the two remaining initiates helped to pitch a third Icelandic. That was more for practice than occupation because they would have a task to fulfil for the TUG’s Club overnight.

Believe it or not, some of the lads even undertook some Scouting related activities. Action Man used the carefully designed wooden weight training circuit that Ben and Paul (q.v.) instituted originally about 20 years ago. It was an ingenious use of natural materials which had been maintained and kept up to standard ever since. There may be more details about that later but it’s not important at the minute, just believe me: it was there.

By the time Luke returned GP had helped Alex to a dining chair and strapped him to it around his waist so that Luke would think he was about to be tortured. Luke dropped his bike just outside the door and rushed in brandishing his note (in which he’d got his Mum to cover him for Monday and Tuesday as well just in case Alex wanted to call in his debt) and shouting, “Stop torturing Alex.”

GP could see no point in wasting a perfectly good opportunity and gave him a ten-minute tickle session in any case. From one ginger to another, the war was on! But they both knew that their feud would have to be delayed until after the Twins had been dealt with. “Anyhow,” said GP, “my parents were married.”

Alex was released and with the words, “Watch it, Boy, once we get rid of the Twins, your arse is so dust!” he smiled and shook his head.

“Yeah, whatever.”

T-Boy announced that dinner was served. Three-Bean & Sausage Casserole with thick lumps of bread for mopping plates. That was a typical one-pot meal and one that Den hadn’t yet realised was heath food. With their not having bothered to send out for lunch, the only thing the Sea Scouts left in the enormous cast iron pot was the non-stick lining.

The meal having contained beans there were the usual not so subtle fart-based conversations while the traditional ginger cake and custard was stowed away with equal vigour. T-Boy enjoyed his job and he didn’t get many complaints. Because he had been very careful with his shopping, the budget stretched to posh biscuits to go with the hot chocolate. The three postulants were beginning to see advantages to being members of the Log Cabin TUG’s Club and reckoned that their parents were getting good value for money.

By now Luke had dutifully stripped down like the other initiates showing that this time he had remembered his black Speedos. Sam told the three new boys that they had chores to do. Luke was to clear the dishes and Tarzan and Budgie were to free the hostages ready for feeding.

Action Man was dressed by now - if you accept that wearing just his most disreputable baggy navy blue shorts with the holes in them and which displayed the white waist band and a fair bit of the rest of his tight black boxers above and through them counts as being dressed. Rather than have to put something on his feet he told Tarzan to come with him up to the loft. Scott was still sound asleep and showing signs of having an enjoyable dream. Tarzan was instructed to padlock the thin chain that Action Man had brought with him, the one from which he himself had been released, not too tightly around his left foot and then to release the rope holding it to the bed.

Although still dozy, Scot was now definitely awake as, under Action Man’s instruction, his right foot was hobbled about 45 cm from his left one and untied from the bed post. As he gradually came to, and recognised Action Man’s voice, Scott suddenly remembered his previous “Later” threat and assumed that now was the time. Not being gagged he started begging, “Please, not the bulldog clips, anything, please, but not the clips.”

“Hand gag called for.” instructed Action Man and Tarzan straddled the prisoner placing his knees on his upper arms and putting a lot of his weight upon the hands that he clamped over Scott’s mouth. “Shut up or I’ll go and get them. Don’t worry; I don’t really want you to suffer that much. I just wanted to win my bet so I had to make sure you struggled your hardest because I know that you’d normally be happy to stay hog-tied like that for hours. Shame about my bet, though.”

Scott calmed down. Action Man was considered a hard man. He was also known to be honest.

“Now, realistically you’re not going to escape hobbled and trailing a lot of chain. So I suggest that you allow my little mate here to finish chaining you so that you can climb down for yourself. After that he’ll need to shorten your chains again. If you really don’t want to have your nipples clamped, you’ll cooperate fully with him. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” answered Scott remembering his position. He was as good as his word.

Tarzan freed his wrists and fastened them about 30cm apart in front of him leaving enough free chain between his ankles and wrists to allow him to climb safely. Action Man then ripped the tape from Scott’s eyes leaving his face reddened and his eyebrows somewhat depleted.

After having climbed down the ladder from the loft Scott was told to kneel. Tarzan fastened his wrists closer together thus saving a padlock which he used to shorten the chain between his ankles and his wrists.

Meanwhile Den and Lloyd gave similar treatment to Little Steve until both hostages were chained side by side in the middle of the Log Cabin’s floor. T-Boy told Steve that he could remove his gag, which he gratefully did. The “Chef” had kept two generous bowls of food for the hostages. He had even cut up the sausages to make it easier for them.

The still half-awake hostages were each presented with their bowls but no cutlery; they were obviously expected to cope as well as they could. Following T-Boy’s assurance that, if they didn’t clean their bowls, they’d get nothing else for 24-hours they set to with a will, pouring the contents gradually at first and finally licking out the bowls like little kiddies with mum’s cake mix. They were given mugs of water to drink that, when they begged in an acceptable manner, were refilled.

“Need the bog?” asked GP. Both boys nodded, remembering what would happen if they spoke without permission. “OK, you two,“ indicating Tarzan and Budgie, Luke was still dealing with the washing up, “take them. Alex’ll tell you what to do.”

The padlock shortening the chain between Steve’s ankles and wrists was removed and Steve was dragged to his feet, taken out of the Log cabin and round to the back where his hands were separated and re-chained about 40 cm apart. Having been ushered into the toilet, he was left alone to do his business for five minutes. Before being escorted back to the Cabin, his wrists were fastened together once more. He was made to sit on the floor where his right ankle was freed and then padlocked closely to his left one using the padlock already in place. One of the free padlocks was then used to draw his wrists to within about 40 cms of his ankles and the other one just clipped onto it for future use.

Scott received the same treatment except that he was sat facing Steve and the last padlock was used to link the two loops of chain formed by the shortening routine together. It cut down the hostages’ options almost completely.

Plans for the Evening

During dinner Sam had started to outline the evening’s events but it was now time to go into detail as far as the hostages were concerned.

At about 8:30 their GSL, BM to his face, or The Old Man as he was usually known, was due with the Troop’s minibus to transport all the older boys to the start of a night exercise. He would not want to find any hostages!

One of the “Old Boys”, Mark (q.v.), was due at about the same time, in theory to supervise the younger boys on their “Training Residential”. That should allay any concerns that BM might have at not seeing them when he arrived. Mark would know damned well what was going on but BM would be told that the three younger boys were on a treasure hunt that wasn’t due to finish before half-past nine. Sam knew that BM would want to be away well before then.

So,.to business. Sam reckoned they had about an hour to clear the place of all signs of the hostages and to look as if they were busy planning the night-X. Just for safety, Den was sent with a walkie- talkie to keep an eye on the only track that would support the bus and let the others know when it was in sight. He would then pretend to be late arriving and bum a lift. The Land Farmers had Long Tom as a skilful Field General but the Sea Scouts had a long history of native cunning and treachery!

The area around the Log Cabins was well away from footpaths so transporting prisoners towards evening time was usually no problem. If walkers or cyclists were around, they were usually easy to hear approaching as long as the prisoners and escorts were quiet, hence Evan’s test of the new kids. A quick diversion from any tracks followed by a dive into the undergrowth usually concealed the party effectively. The nearest path, other than the one that led only to the Cabin itself was at the front of the Cabin. The back could be considered remote from intrusion.

The plan was relatively simple. It would be put to the hostages that they could be chained and escorted a safe distance form the cabin. That would be relatively comfortable but completely inescapable. The alternative was that they could be tied-up before being taken away, which would be more uncomfortable.

There was a difference of opinion. I think you can guess who went for the uncomfortable option! Sam reckoned that he’d prefer the safer option and that, if Scott was determined to suffer, he was sure that GP could think of something later.

By now Luke had fished his KP duties and was ready to join in the operation. Alex instructed his novice as he took the trailing end of Little Steve’s chain and padlocked it firmly round his neck using the padlock that was joining him to Scott. Luke undid the padlock that joined Steve’s wrists together and the one pulling him into a sitting position. That produced quite a lot of loose chain but all the while his ankles were shackled, Steve couldn’t really take advantage of it.

A short time was allowed for Steve to massage his wrists and to straighten his back a little before the loose chain was passed over his knees, under his feet and his bum to end up behind his back. The sensation of the chain collar moving round his neck was not reassuring. Steve knew what was required and lifted his arms behind his back. Both spare padlocks were used to chain his wrists behind him.

The next move might have been to unchain his ankles to enable him to walk out of the Cabin but Alex told Luke that the wiser move was to blindfold his prisoner first. Poor Steve, one of the things that he most dreaded happened: Luke applied four layers of gaffer tape round his eyes. Steve’s protests certainly broke protocol, although Luke seemed to understand most of the words, so T-Boy quickly stuffed Steve’s personal padded stick into his mouth. This time it was secured with cord drawn as tightly as Vic had tied it originally. Steve’s shoulders sagged. He hoped that the night-X would not be very long.

Scott sympathised with his dejected companion but even he was not cavalier enough to protest in the current situation. It was obvious that the Sea Scouts were in a hurry.

Now it was Scott’s turn. Would GP be able to come up with any “creative” ideas?

This time it was Tarzan’s turn: the same routine got Scott’s chain round his neck and his hands fastened behind him, although a little higher than Steve’s. Predictably T-Boy had already rinsed the tennis ball that he had removed from Scott’s mouth earlier and placed it in the almost ritual place on the mantle piece. Tarzan squeezed the tennis ball and offered it to Scott’s uncomplaining mouth. This was the first time he had gagged anybody and he was very “exited” about it. But, as Alex explained to action Man earlier, it happens to everybody. Tarzan taped the ball very firmly in place. From someone his own age Scott would have appreciated the treatment but from this little upstart friend of his brothers, he thought, “As soon as I’m free, this kid’s arse is dust.” However, he couldn’t deny that he was still enjoying himself.

With a further generous application of gaffer tape, Scott was consigned to darkness.

Even GP realised that the basic requirements were: get them out of there, make sure they’re secure, and make sure they’re not discovered. If all that came together, he could be creative later.

With both hostages chained, blindfolded and gagged, Budgie was allowed to free their right ankles. It seemed a bit unfair that he had to miss out just because his sponsor was on look-out duty; but he could hardly have gone while he was wearing just his little, shiny black budgie-rustlers.

All the while the hostages were sitting it was possible for them to stand by crossing their ankles and levering themselves upright. They had the choice: do it when Sam told them or be “helped”. Both boys accepted the former option.

Yet another of Sam’s “humorous” videos was being recorded.

When both Steve and Scott were on their feet, Budgie got to tie a rope between their necks. Evan was surprised to notice how skilfully he tied the non-slip knots prior to passing the loops over the necks of the “clients” and adjusting them once they were in place. Perhaps he had misjudged this novice previously.

“OK. You’ve got time” said Sam to the novices. Get your feet covered and get them out of here. Take them where nobody goes after dark. Take them out of noise range, although I don’t think that will be any problem and don’t bring them back until you’re told to. Tarzan, take a walkie-talkie for when you’re called in but, if you call in first, all three of you are dead men.

At the last minute Action Man remembered the footwear in which the hostages arrived, found it and helped them into it. They would make quicker progress through the forest once they were shod.

Stopping only for Luke to grab a rucksack from T-Boy, the party was off.

Operation “What the Eye Doesn’t See”

The rope connecting Steve and Scott had leads on each end that could be used to guide and control the prisoners. Tarzan took one end and led Scott out of the Log Cabin followed by Steve. Luke and Budgie took a boy each by the arm down the path and out of the front gate. From there on progress was rather slow. It’s not easy guiding blindfolded and chained prisoners through parts of the Forest where there are no paths.

Although it was getting late, the temperature was not due to drop unpleasantly overnight and the boys didn’t feel the lack of clothing especially while they were on the move.

Having used the Log Cabin since they were cubs the three younger boys knew that part of the Forest, where they used to play their wide games, well. After leaving the premises the hostages were led round behind the property and guided to a wartime bomb crater about 500 metres away. The guards thought that would be a good place to lodge their prisoners but changed their minds when Budgie pointed out that it would be relatively easy to drop the prisoners in but asked how they were to be taken out afterwards.

They decided to go on a bit more to where they knew there was a ditch which had often provided cover in their games. Tarzan warned the hostages what was about to happen, then he pulled Scott and Steve half sliding and half walking down into the ditch where they stood, somewhat unsteadily in the bottom. Luke went into his rucksack and produced some padlocks which he used to chain the Scouts’ ankles closely together.

Scott and Steve were made to sit down back to back and Luke found some short ropes in his rucksack. Following a short discussion, it was decided to use them to tie Scott’s right elbow to Steve’s left and vice-versa. One further delve into the rucksack for gaffer tape turned up a surprise. Not only did Luke find gaffer tape but also a six-pack of Coke, an entire ginger cake and a large bag of Haribo. All items were produced, the gaffer tape was used to tape the hostages’ necks together and the refreshments consumed in record time.

Not that the hostages had much opportunity to escape, but Budgie decided that removing their footwear would make it even more difficult. This was the chance Luke was looking for; he’d been a good boy so far but now it was payback time on his big brother. He picked up the discarded footwear and sniffed each of the four items giving them a thorough critical appraisal. Steve’s left shoe was awarded top prize; it would have to be placed somewhere special!

Luke remembered having this done to him, he was about to enjoy himself. He removed the laces and pulled the tongue of the shoe out as far as possible. He then fitted it, toe upwards over Scott’s face. Scott started wriggling his head around but to little effect due to his being tied so closely to Steve. While Luke held the foul smelling garment in place, Budgie threaded the long lace through the top pair of eyelets and tied it off tightly behind Scott’s head. There was enough lace left to tie the bottom eyelets as well. Just to complete the teamwork Tarzan had already picked up the gaffer tape which he wound generously round Scott’s head holding Steve’s prize-winning shoe immovably in place.

The guards congratulated themselves on a job well done and wished the older Sea Scout TUGgers had been there to witness their skill and teamwork. Luke regretted not having a camera.

“We going to do the other one too?” asked Tarzan.

“No, just my brother. He’s evil.” said Luke giving Scott two vicious nipple cripples. “Any more Haribo?”

With the shoe over his face Scott’s screamed descriptions of his brother became even more unintelligible than when he was only gagged.

It must have taken about 20 minutes to manoeuvre the hostages through the Forest and into the ditch and another 20 minutes or so to get them settled, torture Scott and drink Coke at belch-inducing speeds.

The guards were feeling good about passing their initiation and having been entrusted with their first mission. I’m not sure that Luke had thought out future events at home very carefully, but that’s Luke. They were surprised when, after not much more than another half hour, the walkie-talkie spluttered into life.

“Marky Mark to Tarzan. C Q, C Q, Tarzan, come back.” Mark was one of the CB generation and it showed!

Tarzan went over to the gorse bush where he had hung the radio. “Tarzan to Marky Mark, receiving. Over.”

“OK, it’s safe. Bring them in. Over.”

“What already? Over.”

“I’ll explain when you get here. Repeat: bring them in. Marky Mark out.”

You might think, in these days of mobile phones, that walkie-talkies are old technology. If so, you don’t know the Forest! Mobile reception is almost non-existent over vast tracts of it.

Luke was very reluctant to remove Steve’s shoe from his brother’s face after such a short time but he knew it had to be done. The gaffer tape was unravelled with intermittent but muffled yelps from Scott and an attempt made to pull the offensive shoe over the top of his head. This produced a more prolonged yelp; it wasn’t shifting. “Good tying, Budgie.” offered Luke. Scott thought he’d remember that name too.

The lace was untied and Scott tried to grab as much clean air as he could through his nose. His deep, rhythmic breathing was discomforting Steve but, with his special gag in place, he couldn’t make Scott understand.

Steve’s shoes were jammed onto his feet and tied and Scott was put into his boots. Luke found a knife in the rucksack (T-Boy usually thought of everything when he packed for an exercise.) and used it to separate the hostages’ necks while Budgie and Tarzan untied their elbows. Good Sea Scouts to a man, all the ropes and remains of tape went into the rucksack along with the Coke cans, cake wrappings and Haribo bags.

Each hostage had one foot released from his chain and both boys were hauled to their feet. It would have been too difficult to get anyone who was blindfolded and chained to climb back up the side of the ditch so the party had to travel along its length for several hundred metres until it petered out.

It must have taken about 30 minutes to get the hostages back to the Log cabin where they were met by Mark. “It’s OK, the Old Man’s not coming back here tonight. The exercise finishes when they wade through the Hashley Ford and return to the Cabin. I’m timing them in. Apparently he’s got someone else to deal with.”

The little kids, who had not met Mark before, were gob-smacked at the sight of him. Pretty near two metres tall and ramrod straight. Now in his early thirties he’d made a living as a top underwear model for years. They were a bit too young to remember Marky Mark, the sub-standard rapper from whom he took is CB name but this was an impressive looking guy.

“OK, check to see if they need a wee, you know how to deal with that. Then get them on their knees in front of the fire.” Let’s face it: if you were in the hostages’ situation and you were offered the chance of visiting the toilet would you accept whether or not you needed it?

Following the usual unchainings and re-chainings the hostages were eventually settled on their knees in front of the fire and ready to drop.

“Just leave them. They’re absolutely cream crackered.” advised Mark, “Help them to lie down and leave them.”

Even with their wrists chained behind them the two hostages soon dropped off while the novices went out to the Icelandic and prepared for the night. There was something they hadn’t been told.

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OK that's the latest instalment. It might be some time before the next one as I need someone's permission to post an episode called "The Mystery Boy". If I don't get it, there is another way out but I'd rather give it a little while.

Enjoy! (Yuk!)

Wassail!
xtc

[Jason Toddman]

Nice installment. This story is obviously going to be novel length! Lots of suspense (figurative as well as literal) and TuGs. Even a little of MY favorite thing. Way to go!!!