Stories of Tie Up Games

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Just as Rob was probably getting ready for a sit-down, Jasper closed the closet door and pushed him into the corner facing into the cubicle. Jasper inspected the upper hinge. “Yess!” Just as he thought: there was plenty of free rope for what he had planned - as long as his prisoner cooperated. It was somewhat embarrassing as Jasper pushed himself up against Ryder and had to sort of hug him as he fumbled for the hanging rope-ends. Once again, he was glad Rob could not see their mutual reactions. But both boys, especially Rob, must have felt something. Perhaps that was something that came under the heading, “We shall never speak of this again.”

Jasper threaded one strand of rope between the door and the door-jamb and then simply knotted the two strands together. He did treat himself to several reinforcing knots before standing back. Before leaving, Jasper honoured his guest with a parting threat that was more like a plea, really. He had to hope that Ryder would be as keen as he was not to be discovered by a member of staff although he couldn’t really think why. If he was wrong about that, he was a dead man. The trepidatious captor forced the door open against his captive, exited and let the door close once more. Now, it was all in the laps of the gods.

Jasper returned to his cubicle and, doing his best to look casual, started up his game once more. Dr. V. was used to seeing him like that either on his own or with a mate. Japer hoped he wasn’t trembling too much.

Dr. V. arrived, made a few seconds’ light conversation and asked, “I suppose there’s no sign of Alexander?” That was Phillip’s surname. Both teacher and student laughed. “I thought so. Good night, Nibblett,” and the Senior Housemaster headed off ruefully down the corridor to check.

Jasper sighed deeply. How long should he wait before going to collect his prisoner? Should he even bother until Farquharson came to collect him? Surely, he was not going to be expected to keep Ryder bound and gagged overnight?

After another half-hour or so, there was no text message and no sign of Farquharson. Jasper changed his mind. If he DID have to keep Ryder secured overnight, he certainly couldn’t use that white rope. He checked the amount of tape left on the roll. There was plenty so he collected his penknife and went to collect what was seemingly increasingly likely to become his overnight guest.

By the time he arrived at the wc cubicle, he thought he should announce that it was he who was there before pushing the door part-way open against the occupant. There was still no sign of an effective escape attempt and Rob had certainly not tried to call attention to himself during Housemaster’s rounds. He had, predictably rearranged the ropes and his delicate parts but there didn’t seem to be any tightening of the knots holding him in the corner.

Being a good Scout, rope was precious to Jasper, who did not believe it should be cut except in extreme circumstances. He opened the marlin spike on his penknife and set to work untying his knots. It was not easy and required rather more intimate interactions with his prisoner than he was happy with. Still, he could not bring himself simply to cut one of the strands of rope leading up to the hinge. If Rob had made any sensible progress towards escaping, the knots would have been much tighter. With the untying of the final knot, Rob slumped slightly.

“Mnnnnss!”

Jasper supported him. “I still don’t know what Farquhason has against you but thanks, Rob.” Rob’s response was impossible to interpret.

Progress towards Cubicle 3 was somewhat slow but, upon arrival, Rob felt himself sitting in that comfortable office chair with his hands in his lap. Even though his prisoner had been remarkably well behaved, Jasper still thought he should take no chances and just watched Ryder for a moment or two while he planned his way forwards. He thought an explanation was in order.

“I say, Rob, it looks like we’re stuck with one another for a while.” Rob sighed and nodded. “Look, I’ve got nothing against you but I do NOT want to cross a Prefect.” Once again, Rob nodded; he seemed to understand Jasper’s dilemma. “So, I’m not going to untie you any more than necessary. Sorry, I just can’t take any chances.” Rob’s affirmative nod and prolonged exhalation might have indicated that he thought that he would at least get some little relief from his current situation.

Jasper had decided that, with that hood and all that tape in place, Ryder would be safe enough and that he could be prevented from going anywhere or interfering with his bondage before he could do anything about it. He slipped the roll of black tape onto his left arm while he undid the knots forcing Rob’s wrists so close to his crotch. His wrists moved, almost involuntarily, upwards. Every time he had fidgeted lately, his arse got a flossing but not quite as much of one as when Jasper pulled that overhand knot to be in front of him. Jasper decided that cackling would be out of order but failed to suppress a nervous giggle.

“OK Prisoner, hands up.” Jasper decided that a return to the decorum forced by formality was necessary. He was not looking forward to meeting Rob and his mates on a dark night in the near future. Rob presented his wrists at a working height and Jasper easily detached the rope lead. His prisoner’s wrists were still firmly bound.

“Give your arms a bit of a workout.” Ryder was ready for that but made no attempt to unseat himself. Jasper gave him a few minutes to iron out the kinks before trying something new. Those biceps, as they flexed, were already quite impressive. “Hands behind your neck.” With the short rope cuff between them, that provided no problem for the prisoner but Jasper was quite gratified to find that he complied immediately. He gave no thought to what Ryder would expect to achieve if he had decided to resist.

There followed a moment of calm. Jasper dislodged the tape from his arm and Ryder heard the “Tziiiipp” as a length tape was freed from the roll. Rob was somewhat surprised as he felt the end of the tape pushed into his belly-button area but his gaoler’s intention became clearer as he felt himself drawn closer to the back of the chair. His narrow waist was soon melded close to the vertical element of the chair between the seat and the ergonomic back support. Did he dare hope that he would not have to suffer a rope tormenting his crotch this time?

“Keep ‘em up. Won’t be long now.” Once more, Jasper was glad his subject was blindfolded and. Indeed, he tried to avoid looking directly at his jockstrap whenever possible. Looking at his current posture gave Jasper an idea, though, and he gave some serious thought to replacing that tether and using it to force Ryder’s wrists down behind his neck and to tie the tether off to the knurled knob at the back of the chair. It seemed as though it would be easy to do. That’s when he told himself to behave and that he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying himself; merely keeping a prisoner secure – possibly for quite some time.

Jasper exhaled. He thought he would settle for what he had originally intended to do and taped Ryder’s torso to the well-padded back of the chair. He decided to use a lot of tape. “OK, Ryder?” Rob sort of snorted and nodded curtly.

“OK Prisoner. Hold your hands out.” It was the moment of truth: Ryder would soon have both his wrists free. What could possibly go wrong? It would take far too much time than he had for Ryder to free himself from any of the tape before Jasper could prevent him. Jasper comforted himself by asking how much grief could a blind man give him.

Ryder held his hands resolutely still as Jasper untied his rope-cuffs. In a matter of seconds, the captive’s wrists were free. Ryder seemed somewhat at a loss as to what to do with his arms as he held them in mid-air.

“Need to give them a bit of a rub?” Ryder nodded and his arms embarked on a mutual massage. He could hardly announce the fact when he had finished but decided to raise his arms in surrender. Things seemed to be going better than Jasper had the right to expect.

“OK, Prisoner, rest your arms on the chair.” Ryder’s arms dropped to rest, surprisingly accurately, on the padded arms of the chair. His hands were facing down over the end of the padded sections. About six rounds of tape soon secured his left wrist in place and a few more had his forearm pulled closely to the padding. Ryder made an exploratory fidget. Jasper warned him that it was not too late to use some of that rope. Rob nodded. With both his prisoner’s arms secured, Jasper was not convinced whether he should be happy or not. However, he did remember that he should probably remove that stifling hood once his prisoner was safe. He could not interpret Rob’s expression.

Jasper indicated the gag. “Want that tape taken off?”

Rob seemed to take time to think before nodding repeatedly and saying. “Mnnnn.”

Jasper set to work. The black tape seemed to come free with some ease without eliciting too many muffled squeals from Rob as it was pulled from his hair. It even left the white micropore tape un-molested. Jasper was glad about that and thought he wouldn’t bother removing that layer. The two boys looked at one another, each showing some puzzlement.

“Sorry I can’t offer you a drink, Ryder but - - -,“

Rob sighed and nodded and seemed to heave his broad shoulders.

Jasper’s conscience didn’t stop him from helping himself to a can of ‘Coke’ from his stash but he thought that, perhaps, he should not have removed that blindfold.

Now, how long should Jasper wait before retiring? Should he blindfold Ryder before doing so? Surely both boys should get a reprieve soon? Jasper waited about another half-hour before picking up the not-too-depleted roll of duct tape and standing in front of Ryder.

Rob’s eyes seemed to widen. “Sorry, Ryder.” Rob nodded resignedly and closed his eyes. Jasper fitted a length of tape snugly into Ryder’s orbits. “Probably better than using that white stuff, though.” Did Rob nod in agreement?

Just as Jasper was about to take to his bed, his phone sounded. Was that the much-awaited phone call from Farquharson? Jasper read the message: “Comin over 2 u get im ready”. Farquharson didn’t believe in using too many key-strokes; his txts were as terse as his normal speech.

Jasper had to think: what did the DHP mean by, “Get him ready”? He had little time to think before there was a peremptory knock on the door followed by the hasty arrival of a casually attired Farquharson whose thumbprint, being that of a Prefect, would open the doors of any of the accommodation pods.

“Nibblett?” Farquharson looked round rather jerkily.

“Farquharson.” Jasper nodded.

“He been a good boy?” I know it served no purpose but Ryder’s head alternated between facing wherever he judged the voices to emanate from. To an outsider, it would have been comical.

How should Nibblett answer? How could Ryder NOT have been good, he had spent most of a day gagged, blindfolded and bound into immobility. “Yes, Farquharson.”

“Good,” the Deputy Head prefect took Ryder’s chin in his hand and looked him in where his eyes were hidden. Jasper had no idea of the expression on his face but he did seem to be nodding in Farquharson’s hand.

“Stout man.” Jasper couldn’t quite know what to make of that. Farquharson sat on Jasper’s bed. “Free his arms and bind his wrists.”

Jasper was spooked and, honesty, he really wanted to do what was expected of him but his instructor wasn’t exactly free with the explanations. Jasper thought speed might be of the essence so he went to get his penknife. “Don’t move, Ryder, I’m going to cut you free.” Rob nodded; his arms were soon detached from the chair. Jasper helped him to strip the duct tape, complete with a certain amount of hair, from his forearms. Rob was still attached to the back of the chair as he presented his wrists in front of him.

“Very well, tie him up. You must know how to do that by now.” Jasper had a bit more idea of how to do that than he had yesterday but was not going to enjoy being judged for it. This time Ryder presented his hands without crossing them. At least Jasper had already had an opportunity to tie a rope-cuff and he did so fairly efficiently all the while Ryder was being a good boy.

“Cut him from that chair.” Jasper cut all the tape taking care not to snag his subject with his knife. It did seem to leave Ryder relatively unconfined, but with two gaolers present, he obviously had no chance of escape.

“Get that bag over his head. Don’t want him getting ideas.” Once more Rob had the bag strapped onto his head. That would prevent his removing his blindfold or interfering with his gag. “Now untie his ankles and tie his wrists to his waist.” Jasper complied and, once he had freed Ryder’s ankles, the prisoner was told to stand up. At least that would make it easier for Jasper to use the newly available rope to attach the prisoner’s wrists to his waist.

“This way!” Farquharson grabbed the belt that kept the hood in place and dragged the unfortunate Rob out of the room.

“Goodnight, Nibblett. Explanations later. Remember: mum’s the word.”

“What the . . .?” Obviously, Jasper did not say that but – honestly – was that the end of it? What should he do now? He sat at his desk thinking. Then he heard Phillip arriving home. Jasper stuck his head out of the door and said, “Hello.” He knew he could say nothing about his bizarre afternoon and evening but he just needed to clear his head.

“Checked in?” Jasper put the kettle on.

“Yeah. I always do.”

“What did he say?”

“The usual but he upped the ante a bit.” Phillip was slight to the point of being skinny. He was spectacled and had a round head with a dark fringe. He also had the nervous habit of licking his fingertips while he talked at about nineteen to the dozen.

“What: both days?” Phillip was possibly the worst athlete of the year, not that he should have been taking into account the number of punishment runs he undertook.

“Yeah, cross country on Saturday and track running on Sunday.” They were the standard impositions for minor infractions in the school. For cross country, all kit had to be immaculate and all black: trainers, short socks, the inevitable jockstrap, those silly little running shorts, and a singlet that had to be tucked into the shorts. Punishment track runs, however were to be undertaken barefoot and bare-chested. It was important for the oiks to be able to see that the defaulters were being punished and what would happen to them if they misbehaved.

Jasper wanted to know what the extra was. Phillip was going to be timed and would have to run penalty laps after dinner for any that didn’t come up to standard.

“They’ll have some little oik timing me – and in the afternoon: no jockstrap.” That sounds a bit extreme but it merely meant that the defaulter should wear his swimming costume instead. He would then have to undergo a supervised cold shower (wearing just his black swim briefs) for as long as the supervising prefect decided. One did NOT want to annoy the supervising prefect, who would already have had to give up some of his weekend to supervise defaulters.

“Why don’t you just sign out?”

“Where’s the sport in that? And besides, I’d never get permission to go there.” Phillip and Mary had been ‘holding hands’ for some time and visiting one’s girlfriend did not count as an adult-supervised Liberty. Dr, van der Hoven was quite aware of where Phillip was and he had actually checked with her parents. It was all a sort of game, really. Honour had to be satisfied on both sides as long as there seemed to no real danger.

Coffee and biscuits were given good homes, it seemed as if that was the only food Jasper was likely to get since lunchtime, and conversation continued. Then there was that abrupt knock on the door.

Dangerously close at the end there, but Jasper got the job done. Right? Right.

Well, depends what the job was, really,
Doesn't it?

Xtc wrote: 6 months ago Well, depends what the job was, really,
Doesn't it?

To not remove his prisoner's gag, surely

. . . and?
I suspect there are reasons behind the "job" that we do not (yet?) understand.

“Alright, Alexander, shove off and juggle sharp objects.” As I said, one did NOT want to antagonise a Prefect who might be supervising one’s punishment the next day. Phillip reacted to Farquharson’s arrival by making himself scarce – quickly. “And I do NOT want to see you again. Got it?”

Phillip just about had time to assure Farquharson that he had, in fact, got it before leaving his earshot. Things were happening too fast for Jasper’s liking. He didn’t even have time to put his coffee cup down before his mate was half way back to his own cubicle.

“Slip your jim-jams on. Olsen wants you.”

“Wha . . .?”

“I’ll just leave this little thing here, shall I?” Jasper remembered where he had seen something that colour only recently. He decided to shut his mouth as Farquharson placed the stress ball on his desk.

Jasper donned his emergency pj trousers in silence. “Turn around.” Jasper did so and felt Farquharson starting to bind his wrists behind his back. That wasn’t how people were normally invited into the Head Prefect’s presence. As if the day wasn’t weird enough already, now it had taken a really sinister turn.

“I’ll come. There’s no need to . . .”

“Just hold on to this. It might keep you out of trouble.” Jasper felt something forced into his open mouth as his wrists slipped free from the ropes. “Or shall I tape it in place?” Farquharson removed his hand.

In spite of his surprise, Jasper could take a hint and made no attempt to expel what he thought to be the ball that he had previously seen peeping out from behind Ryder’s teeth. He couldn’t help wondering if it had been washed.

Farquharson started again to bind Jasper’s wrists. They were held into the small of his back by a knot behind his neck. “Be quiet?”

“Nggghh!” Jasper nodded.

“Give.” Farquharson held out his hand and, not without difficulty, Jasper expelled the ball into it. The ball ended up in Farquharson’s trouser pocket.

“Going to be a good boy?” Jasper had heard that description only recently and decided that nodding his head would be the wise reply. “Good. Won’t be long.” That linen hood was slipped over his head but Farquharson did not fasten the strap round his neck. “Come on.”

Jasper felt the ropes behind his back tighten slightly as the Deputy Head Prefect gripped them, gave them a half-twist, and pushed his fist into his new prisoner’s back. At least, unlike the unfortunate Ryder, Jasper was not hobbled. He was being taken somewhere but at least it didn’t seem to be towards the Prefects’ Study with the inevitable stairs leading up to it. He had a few minutes to contemplate what Ryder might have said to get him into trouble. Surely, he had only done exactly as he was told? Predictably, Farquharson was even more taciturn than usual.

It wasn’t exactly warm out and Jasper felt the cool air on his bare chest and the rather damp ground under his feet. At a guess, Jasper thought he seemed to be heading for the Senior Prefects’ accommodation pod, (Usually known to the boys as Cell Block P3 – or, at certain times of stress, the Interrogation Centre) he had certainly not gone too far before he was led inside a room and made to sit down with his arms over the back of a chair. It wasn’t one of those comfortable chairs but it was cushioned, probably like the one that he had originally tied Rob Ryder to. Jasper could not make out the hushed conversations in the room until he heard what was obviously Olsen’s voice saying, “Alright, let’s take a look at him.”

The last thing Jasper expected to see was the face of Ryder grinning at him and holding the hood in his hand. “Jeez, Nibbles. You must be effing starving.”

Jasper’s jaw dropped and he quickly felt that ball shoved into his mouth again. Farquarson didn’t have time to wipe it first. “Just to keep you out of trouble.”

“Yes, Nibblett, just keep still and all will become clear.” Olsen was in charge again.

Japer looked around him to find himself in the lounge area of Cell Block P3 (The “Interrogation Centre”). At least Ryder was now in his customary, fairly short, grey boxer-briefs rather than that jockstrap. Honestly, they didn’t look much more decent except from the back but it was his customary overnight style. In addition to Ryder, Olsen was sitting in an easy chair and Farquharson in another. Two other Senior prefects were sitting at a table with coffee and biscuits and, somewhat incongruously, what appeared to be a much younger boy in a full set of pyjamas with his arms folded behind him who seemed to be forcing himself as closely into a corner as he could.

“Oh, don’t worry about the oik, he was being a bit noisy so we thought we’d give his dorm-mates a bit of peace. That’s right, isn’t it, Quinn?”

The muffled reply of, “Yes, Olsen,” did not sound all that convincing.

The Prefects’ microwave was in operation and Ryder collected what smelt like a chilli from it. Jasper could still make out the remains of glue in his mid-brown hair that probably started the term cut to a grade 2. Ryder thought that it was a practical decision with him visiting the showers so often after exercise. It also ensured that he would avoid the dreaded visit to Matron and her hairdressing scissors. He spooned a portion of the chilli into a bowl and added about half of one of those microwaveable packets of rice to it.

The supper was placed on a table near Jasper. “Undo our guest, Ryder.”

As Alice said: “Things were getting curiouser and curiouser.” Ryder freed Jasper’s wrists and shoved his chair, complete with its occupant, under the table. Jasper did not know whether it was just to torment him, having not eaten since lunchtime, or whether he should help himself.

“Come now, Ryder, how is our guest supposed to enjoy his supper? Get him a fork.” That didn’t completely solve Jasper’s dilemma. “That’s better.” Ryder was still grinning. Was he about to get his revenge on Jasper? “Alright, Nibblett, hook that ball out of your mouth but do NOT speak. Just listen. Understand?”

Jasper nodded and, not without difficulty (again), removed the slobber-covered ball and held it at finger-tip length, wondering what to do with it. “Just give it to the oik. Young Quinn stiffened slightly. “Quinn, come and take this thing,” Quinn moved quickly to comply without unfolding his arms. Even for a littlie, he was obviously already used to the way defaulters were supposed to behave. “Hands out.” Jasper dropped the vile object into the oik’s open hands. “And don’t forget, any noise and you can guess where it will be going.” Quinn did not look happy as he nodded silently. “Back in your corner, go!” Quinn returned to the naughty corner and folded his arms behind him again. He did not risk working the nasty ball to his fingertips, he gripped it determinedly with his right hand. “Tighter. Get in there.” Poor Quinn, if he had forced himself any tighter into the space, he would have merely been an extra layer of paint on the walls.

“Very well, you may eat but just listen very carefully and only answer when spoken to.” Jasper was ready for that and he didn’t think he would complain that it wasn’t chilli-hot enough for him. He nodded noticeably and set about the still-steaming food.

“I expect you’re wondering what today was all about?” That was an understatement but Jasper managed (just) not to make a sarcastic reply. This was one of those times when being naturally polite served Jasper well. He continued to shovel food into his mouth. “Well, it’s like this . . .” Jasper put his fork down.

Well, @blackbound , I hope that clears things up. (Where's that 'smug' icon, you know: the one that is supposed to be purely annoying?)

Rob helped himself to a chair and brought it up against the table where Jasper was sitting.

Olsen continued, “. . . Ryder has been nominated to be elevated to Prefect but we needed to see if he would be of any use to us; you know, do whatever was needed of him, put himself out to be useful, all that sort of thing. That’s right, isn’t it Ryder?”

Rob nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, Olsen.”

“Then, if he passes the test, all he has to do is be a good boy until he starts his Lower Sixth. Yes?”

Once more Rob nodded. “No problem, Olsen.”

“And then it’s just a question of whether I recommend him to the staff. They always take our recommendations, beats them having to go to the trouble of building a team.”

Both Fourth-Years knew that would involve Rob Ryder behaving himself and being of general use to the school for nearly another year first but, as long as he kept his Sports Captain role, that would be no problem for him at all.

“So, I expect you’re wondering what all that had to do with you?”

Jasper looked from Ryder, to Olsen, to Farquharson and back again before risking a, “Well, Olsen, I am rather puzzled.”

“Well, first of all, how did Ryder do? Did he cooperate? Did he try to escape?”

“He was very cooperative. I was wondering why. That gag must have hurt him but he declined when I offered to remove it.”

“Did you keep him safe?” Jasper supposed that he did. “But, even though you wanted to make things easier for him, you stuck to your task?”

Jasper merely nodded. He really was not sure where this was going. Then Farquharson had an uncharacteristic burst of loquacity. “You see, Nibblett, there was another Prefect nomination as well.” Jasper looked puzzled. “How do you think you did?”

There was a surprising outbreak of silence as the situation slowly dawned on Jasper.

“Alright, while you’re thinking, just get the oik ready to return to his dorm.” Olsen shifted himself and delivered the rope that had recently bound Jasper’s wrists into his hands. “Quinn, come here.” Quinn complied immediately. “You have a choice: either stand in the corner until Farquharson’s temper improves, . . .”

“Oi!” No, Farquharson wasn’t really outraged. The Prefects grinned. Quinn did not.

“. . . or Nibblett here can tie you up and you get to go straight back to your dorm and persuade one of the other oiks to untie you.”

Even having to take the chance on finding a friend who might untie him, there was no choice; Quinn had been standing in the corner for about an hour already and Farquharson was not known for his sunny disposition.

“Please Olsen, I want to go now.”

Olsen didn’t seem satisfied with the answer. “And what else?” The Head Prefect needed to hear something else.

“Please, Olsen, I would like to return to my dorm now.” Quinn turned to face Jasper. “Please tie me up.”

Jasper still didn’t feel quite justified in doing so but, in the light of the bizarre day that he had just experienced, he set to work. Remembering how he had been tied following his invitation to meet the Head Prefect, Jasper made his best shot at replicating some of what had been done to him.

Jasper found the middle of the rope and doubled it. Then he warned Quinn about what he was about to do. He moved the younger boy’s arms until his wrists sat above one another. Quinn held the pose while Jasper threaded the bight between his back and his arms before winding it three time round both wrists. He then pulled the rounds quite tight and tied the bight and the free ends in a sort of reef knot that did not slip while it was completed. Quinn flinched a bit. Farquharson looked on quite approvingly.

Having secured Quinn’s wrists, Jasper fed the free ends up under his armpits and back over the opposite shoulders before tying them in a reef knot behind his neck (I told you he was a Scout, didn’t I?), Quinn did squeak a bit as the ropes were twined behind his neck and pulled tight before the reef knot was completed but his wrists had only been pulled high enough up his back to leave his forearms only slightly above the horizontal. Jasper examined his work and thought that he probably shouldn’t waste the unused rope. He made a rather better job of the next stage than he had when he was securing Rob earlier. He simply fed the two free ends through the bight near Quinn’s wrists, gave the result a little tug without moving Quinn’s wrists noticeably, and tied the remaining rope off just above the bight.

Once again, Farquharson seemed impressed, “OK, Quinn, give us a twirl.” After the initial puzzlement, Quinn made a couple of slow spins.

Then one of the other prefects spoke for the first time. “And if you complain to mum and dad, I’ll tell them what an annoying little tic you really are.” As a Prefect, he had all the dirt on him.

No, it’s alright, Adam, honest.


The immaculately attired prefect who just spoke was Quinn’s oldest brother. Perhaps an explanation is in order:

Adam Quinn (known to the Staff as Quinn Major) was the oldest of the brothers who attended the school.
Kane Quinn (Quinn Minor) was in the same year as Rob and Jasper, but he doesn’t really feature in this story.
Albert (Albie) Quinn (Quinn Minimus) was the rather sturdy First-Year boy wearing the old-fashioned striped pyjamas, was the prefects’ current guest and who had his arms bound behind him.

The long-established school provided a modern education but they did like to observe some rather arcane traditions such as the naming of siblings and the almost free hands the prefects enjoyed.


Having spoken, Quinn Major ‘declared a personal interest’ and recused himself from dealing with his brother but Quinn Minimus knew he had all the dirt on him and could certainly get him into trouble with their parents when they got home. Albie wasn’t a bad kid compared to some; he was merely somewhat hyperactive and got onto minor scrapes easily, as he had that evening. He took his older brother’s threat seriously; he did not want to endure the parental lecture about the sacrifices they were making, how lucky he was to be going to such a splendid school, and the opportunities he was wasting, etc, etc, etc . . . . . . Neither did he want to do without access to his computer, his skateboard or his games consul for the entirety of the Summer Holidays.

“OK, Ryder, nuke Nibblett’s supper, it must be cold by now.” Jasper was glad of that, he did not want to do without any of his supper that night. As Ryder took the remaining chilli and rice over to the microwave, Olsen turned his attention to Quinn once more. “Open up Minimus.” Albie looked suspicious, he thought he had escaped having that blue ball inserted in his mouth and was surprised to be told, “Hold onto this,” as Olsen presented a card to his mouth. He dutifully clamped down on it. It was another of Olsen’s Head Prefect’s cards but this one had, “It is quite in order to release this oik IF he asks nicely.” Inscribed very neatly on the reverse.

“Ready Quinn?” Albie nodded enthusiastically. “I thought you deserved that card, so that your little mates will know that it is safe for them to untie you.”

Quinn tried to say, “Thank you, Olsen,” through clenched teeth. He could obviously not see what had been written on it.

“Oh, and get yourself to Matron tomorrow, get that mess sorted out.” He scruffed Quinn’s mess of dark curls. The obvious clue to the relationship between the three brothers was their noticeably very dark hair but, whereas Albie had a veritable mess of dark curls, Adam had an immaculately groomed, rather old-fashioned haircut. Middle brother, Kane, was of the, “Get a grade-four at the start of each half-term and that should be safe until the next holiday,” persuasion.

“Right, push off and play in the fast lane!”

“Thank you, Olsen.”

Ryder even opened the door for him as Quinn made his getaway. He was going to have some difficulty using his thumbprint to access his dorm but that was all part of the fun, wasn’t it?

Jasper had many questions to ask, some of which were answered and, as soon as he had finished his chilli, a large chocolate cake was shared by all present. Rob was told to answer any questions Jasper might have over the weekend. Eventually Rob and Jasper were dismissed to their dorms and they made arrangements to meet up next morning. Jasper’s head was spinning and he didn’t get much sleep that night.

OK, I suppose that's the end of the story so far but I thought an epilogue would be in order.

It will follow soon.

I'll admit that's not what I was expecting! All's well that ends well. Except, maybe, for Minimus.

It was a story whose plot developed as it was being written. At least it had a resolution ready before it was posted!
I am not much of a planner and that often happens to me. I start with a scene that intrigues me and tend to see where it goes from there.

As for Quinn Minimus, if he survives until the LVI, I think he'll be OK.

Thank you @blackbound for your consistent support.

Loving the excessive use of tape as well as the tape sound effect in Chapter 5.

“OK Prisoner, hands up.” Jasper decided that a return to the decorum forced by formality was necessary. He was not looking forward to meeting Rob and his mates on a dark night in the near future.

I'm not fully caught you yet, so still don't know the direction the rest of their evening ended up taking, but this sounds like an excellent idea for a sequel if ever I've seen one

Nice to see Jasper feeling a familiar "stir" down there from the sight of his hunky captive. I also liked the bit about him being a good scout and rope being too precious to cut. His skills might've been one of the reasons why he was chosen for this particular assignment.


On a side note, apologies if I'm reading this slower than most. The setting is very very unfamiliar and foreign to me, so I very often find myself having to reread chapters twice over and/or look things up as I'm reading. This setting and the general formality of it all feel downright otherworldly to me. It does handicap my reading a bit.

Damn! Chapter 6; Farquharson makes a return, orchestrates the freeing and rebinding of his prisoner and then leaves with his ward without offering Jasper an explanation! Aaaaarrrgh! What nonsense is this? We need answers!

Thanks for engaging. Perhaps the answer lies in the next few chapters.

Yes, I suppose I should be more aware of the alien nature of the Public School (and, indeed, the term itself) to non-natives. I am, however, determined to use the English language rather than the American one. It must make life a little difficult for those to whom it is a third language and I am glad that you are staying with it so far.

Stay with me, @bondagefreak, and all should become clear - eventually

[There will not be a lot of tying up in this epilogue but I just wanted to tie-up (pun intended) a few loose ends]

Olsen went up to Oxford on a scholarship to study medicine and, having gained several more degrees, went on to work as a GP. Farquharson went onto study ‘some wanky subjects in some other place’ according to Olsen, and he went on to a career in politics having gained a double first from Cambridge. Quinn Major, smooth as ever, gained a law degree and is working as a solicitor; he is expected to take silk in a few years’ time.

Rob Ryder, being in on the subterfuge related above, had booked himself out for the weekend and both he and Jasper Nibblett became close friends over the next year and were both appointed Prefects the following year. They were both September babies and, as soon as they were of age, Jasper tied Rob even more often than he had in the Fifth- and Lower Sixth-Years (LVI) but Rob only got his bottom smacked when he had not been a ‘good boy’.

Jasper went up to Southampton to study mathematics and qualified as a teacher, a job he still holds today and Rob studied at Loughborough on a scholarship, qualifying in Physical Education and sports management. Both he and Jasper are now living together and I understand that Rob is sometimes still not a good boy.

Phillip had to serve his imposition the next day and Rob accompanied him as he ran the cross-country course but, of course, he dressed like a scarecrow so that he could not be mistaken for someone who was undertaking a punishment run. He made sure that his mate made the target time but not by so much that anybody would be suspicious. Unfortunately, Rob couldn’t help Phillip with the track running on Sunday. Not only had Farquharson drawn the short straw and had to supervise the defaulters but, with his little brother had acting as time-keeper, no bribe was possible!

Two days of running, 8K each day. As far as Philip was concerned, he was subjected to worse torture than had been known at the hands of the Spanish Inquisition. OK, so long story short: Phillip did not make five of the laps inside the standard time and would have to repeat them in the afternoon. At least Rob would be there to support him. The muscle monster didn’t even have the decency to look knackered when they had finished.

Obviously, Phillip was not the only defaulter and some of the younger boys would have to run shorter distances but there was one poor little squit who had to run wearing only his black swimmers. Phillip thanked the Gods that he had borrowed a clean pair of shorts from a mate. Farquharson always insisted that defaulters’ kit was immaculate unless they wanted to do without.

Eventually, Phillip’s relationship with Mary was no more and, consequently, so was weekend cross-country running and cold showers. His grades improved and he graduated from Winchester and went into teaching which didn’t suit him and, as far as I know, he is working in engineering.

Albie Quinn had to make his way back to his dorm in the older part of the school. Climbing two flights of stairs with his arms bound behind him was not his favourite activity neither was contorting himself to use his thumb on the various locks. However, when he got there, there was sure to be someone to untie him, wasn’t there? You wouldn’t believe an entire roomful of First-Years snoring determinedly, would you? Well, I suppose you would and all his dorm-mates pretended to be asleep.

Eventually, Albie had to kneel down and sort-of head-but his friend, Neil, who pretended to have just been woken up. “Nah, mate, stay on your knees and ask nicely.” By then, most of the twelve boys seemed miraculously to be awake after all. Albie surrendered the card and asked nicely to be untied and, when that didn’t work, he grovelled insincerely. Neil took a look at his bonds and took more time than was necessary analysing the situation.

Once he had been untied, Albie had to agree not to be as annoying as he was being when that Prefect invited him to accompany him. Then he was allowed to go to bed. Albie was ready to retire and everybody knew he didn’t mean the compliments he offered Neil and the others to get himself untied. Albie retired. He knew his time for revenge would come.

Albie Quinn always got into minor scrapes, but not enough to stop him being appointed a Prefect in his turn. Being the School Sports Captain throughout his LVI- and UVI-Years kept him out of trouble until he followed in Ryder’s footsteps.

Dr. Mike van der Hoven took early retirement and is sadly missed by his colleagues and by the boys who knew him. He returned to the mountains he loves and now works as an ODP instructor and a mountain-walking guide.

Well, now all is well that ends well. Good to hear everyone got what they deserved, in both senses.

Thanks for staying with it until the end, @blackbound.

Great story - read it from start to finish!

Thanks for the marathon effort, @Jb99, and thanks for commenting.