Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 20:45:51 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Knots and Hitches

                        KNOTS AND HITCHES
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I was sitting in the kitchen that Saturday morning and had my Boy
Scout uniform on. I was wearing it because I had a Cub Scout in HIS uniform
with me in the kitchen, and we were practicing (I was teaching him, that is
) in the art of tying hitches in ropes. Not knots...hitches.
     The right way to tie a rope can make a world of difference and there's
a lot of ways to tie ropes, depending on what you want that rope to do. Do
you want to tie it so it stays tied, do you need the knot to hold pressure,
or do you want the rope to to be able to pull free to use at an instant's
notice?
     In that second case, you don't want to tie a knot, you want to tie a
hitch. A hitch is sort of a way of having a rope stay where you put it
until you're ready for it to go somewhere else. But the ways a hitch works
depends a lot on how you twist the rope in loops and wrap them around each
other, and it's not very...obvious that what you're doing is going to work,
if you see what I mean. A wrap and a loop and the rope's not going to move?
Really? Well, it will if you tug on the end, that's what a hitch is for,
it's that as long as the end ISN'T tugged, the rope stays put. That's when
and how and why you use a hitch. You get me? Some hitches only hold long as
there's weight on the other end of the rope but WILL hold it there if you
tie it right.
     Yes, it's an art and that's why it's something a Scout needs to
know. And I was coaching little Billy Wilmers in how to tie a few of the
most common hitches. Billy lived next door, and I think he'd become a Cub
Scout because he'd seen me in my Boy Scout uniform. When you're my age, to
have someone imitate you like that, hero worship even, it's really
flattering, so I was helping him with his lessons in Scouting. A Scout
should be helpful, after all, and it was fun for me and fun for Billy
because we were hanging out and I was teaching him and treating him like he
was almost my age.
     My only problem is that my older brother Steven is at an age where he
thinks everything is stupid, unless it's something he likes. I had the bad
luck to have him "in charge" of me all this week while Mom and Dad were off
staying with my grandmother, who was sick. And school had just let out for
the summer, too, so I was stuck with him all day long! Fortunately, he was
letting me do the cooking for both of us and mostly staying in his room,
just coming down for a cola or snack now and then. He came up just as Billy
had made a proper half-hitch for the first time and was feeling pretty good
about himself and I'd told him how good he was doing when my brother walked
up.
     "That's a really nice hitch, Billy." I was saying.
     "Naw, it ain't, it's stupid!" came Steven's voice behind me. "That
ain't going to hold nothing!"
     "But I did it right!" Billy protested.
     "You didn't finish the knot." Steven said.
     "It's not a knot...." I started, but then Steven grabbed the end of
the hitch and gave it a pull. Of course the thing came undone (that's what
a hitch does) and the pole the half-hitch had been holding up fell down
onto the kitchen table with a loud clank.
     "You see. You messed it all up!"
     "I did not!" Billy was upset, if he thought I was terrific, he thought
my big brother was even more so, and that had caused problems like this in
the past.
     "You did it right!" I told Billy fiercely. "Don't listen to him,
Billy. You know how to tie knots better than any Cub Scout I know."
     "He couldn't tie up a butterfly tight enough to hold it down!" scoffed
Steven. "Not with you teaching him!"
     "Jeffrey taught me how to tie all kinds of knots!" Billy protested. "I
know knots real well, don't I, Jeff?"
     "You sure do."
     "The hell you do!" Steven declared. "I bet he can't tie a knot I
couldn't pull apart in no time!"
     "I could, too!"
     "Want to bet on it, Jeff?" Steven challenged me.
     Steven was always trying to get me to bet with him. He was lousy with
money, and I'd long since stopped loaning him any money, he never repaid
me. So now he tried making bets with me. But with Billy's self-esteem on
the line (and a bit of secret knowledge), I was ready. "Okay, how much?"
     "Five bucks!"
     "You're on." I agreed.
     "He does all the tying." Steven amended. "You don't get to help him."
     "I'll just tell him which knots to tie where." I agreed. "He'll do all
the tying himself. And you have to strip down to your underwear before he
ties you up."
     "Why?" Steven asked, suspicious.
     I knew that cloth could cause rope to slip, and would catch the rope
and let the person work it loose easier. Naked skin, though, you'll burn
yourself bad if you try that. But Steven wouldn't. "That way, we can laugh
while you struggle about, trying to get loose, but you never, never will,
until we untie you."
     Steven hesitated, but he probably really needed the money. And he
figured he could fight free of anything Billy could tie, especially with
him looking at Billy's work on the hitches, four sections of (to him) badly
tied rope. "Okay, fine, you got the deal. Be in my bedroom in five minutes
with the rope you're going to use. No later, or I win automatically."
     I sent Billy out to the garage to get the rope I kept out there, we
had a twenty-foot length of it out there. When he came back, I gave him a
quick pep talk and we went up to Steven's room to meet his challenge.
     Steven was lying on his bed wearing only a pair of rather battered
briefs and I saw that he was really using the weight set he'd gotten for
his birthday nearly a year ago. I hadn't seen him without his shirt since
then, and he'd really buffed up. Maybe he really could work free of the
rope, any rope can be untied with enough pressure in the right way. Oh,
well, we'd find out.
     I said, "Okay, your choice. Either you turn over onto your back and we
tie you like that, or you let us tie you to your bed. Either way is fine."
     "I ain't flipping over for you." Steven announced. "I want to keep an
eye on you, or you'll sneak up and do the knots yourself."
     "On your back it is." I agreed. "Okay, Billy, tie him to the bed. Tie
him up nice and tight. No granny knots or slip knots here, use a
stevedore's knot on his wrists, you can use a square on his legs. All four
of them and pull the bight tight."
     "Bight tight." Steven chuckled. "You'll be biting tight by the time
we're done. Five minute time limit, you have to be done by then." Just like
Steven to throw in tough last-minute changes.
     "You heard him, Billy." I said. "Tie him fast and tie him tight."
     My "secret knowledge" which I mentioned before was that Billy had
learned last month how to tie knots and had a real talent for it. He could
pitch a tent faster than anyone else, and pitching a tent requires you to
tie rope at several places in the process.
     So Billy had Steven trussed up and good in no time flat. Four and a
half minutes later, Steven had all four limbs tied to the bed with knots
that made me proud of Billy. Billy stood back and I patted him on the back
and said, "Good job, Billy." And then to Steven. "Okay, Steve, we'll come
back in a half hour and see how you're doing."
     "I'll be out of this in no time." He said confidently.
     A half hour later, Billy and I went back up to Steven's room. He was
on the bed and squirming hard as he could. Billy's knots were as tight as
ever. "Do you give up?" I asked Steven.
     "No fucking way!" He declared. "I'm getting them."
     I looked over the knots. "No, you're not." I said. "Time to pay up."
     "No, not yet." he kept on squirming, thrusting his hips up and down
and wrenching his arms back and forth. Trying to work the knots loose.
     I looked at him and said, "Well, Billy, I guess we have to convince
him to give up before he hurts himself."
     "How we going to do that?" Billy wanted to know.
     I grinned. "Steven's my brother and there's something about him I know
that nobody else does."
     "What's that?"
     "My big, strong brother," I said, "is ticklish."
     "Yeah?"
     "No fucking way!" Steven declared.
     "Let's get him!" I told my Cub and we rushed the bed. I tickled Steven
on his shoulders and chest and Billy tickled his stomach and legs. He
leaned over and put his lips on Steven's stomach and blew, the old
"pt-pt-pt-pt-pt!" that shakes the stomach hard and tickles more than
anything and Steven burst out in helpless laughter. He moaned and laughed,
and Billy blew again, "pt-pt-pt-pt-pt!" and Steven laughed even harder,
squirming about as we tickled, tickled, tickled!
     "Do you give up?" I asked Steven.
     "No, no, no!" Steven cried out between his laughs. "Bwah,
hah-hah-hah-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
     "Tickle him more, Billy!"
     As I tickled Steven's armpits again, Billy said, "Hey, Jeff?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Steven's getting a boner!"
     "Huh?"
     "Look, see!" Billy pointed at Steven's crotch.
     Big brother DID have a boner! His briefs were all distended and
sticking up. "I guess Steven likes being tickled." I grinned at him.
     "Fuck you." Steven breathed hard, laughing takes a lot of breath out
of you.
     "So now what can we do with him?" I asked Billy. "Tickling isn't
working."
     "I know what we can do."
     "Okay." I told my little Cub Scout. "Go ahead and do it."
     And darned if Billy didn't reach into Steven's briefs, pull out his
cock and begin pumping on it. Outside of the briefs, I could see that my
big brother was big in more ways than height and weight! His cock was so
long and big around that Billy's hand moved up and down a lot in order to
jerk on it.
     "Oh, oh, oh, God!" Steven wormed about while Billy pumped on him.
     "Do you give up now?" Billy asked him.
     "Uh, uh, uh! No, no, I, uh, uh, GUH!"
     "Then I'm going to have to keep on doing this, won't I?" Billy
concluded cunningly.
     "You going to let him do this to me, Jeff?" Steven asked me. "You
going to let this little piss-ant play with my dick like this?"
     If he hadn't called Billy a "piss-ant," I might have called Billy
off. As it was, I said instead, "All you have to do is say you give up and
pay me that five bucks. I want to use it to buy Billy some candy."
     "Yeah!" Billy agreed.
     "Uh, uh, huh-UH!" Steven moaned. "God damn it, this is turning me
fucking on! You couple of perverts, I'm telling your Scoutmaster on you!"
     "All you have to do is say you give up."
     "I won't give up!" Steven said, but softly. And "Never, ever." Even
softer.
     "Then I'm going to have to do this!" Billy declared and he put his
mouth on Steven's cock! I goggled, watching this and Steven just
moaned. "Oh, God, stop it, you little fucker, God, I can't believe you're
sucking my dick! Cut it out, cut it out, damn it! Let me go, let me go!"
     I saw my Cub Scout protege sucking my big brother's cock and I just
sort of snapped. I mean, I climbed on the bed, hardly knowing what I was
doing, unfastening the fly on my shorts and taking out my cock, I shoved it
at Steven's face. "Open up, Big Brother."
     "Get that wienie out of my face!" he gasped. "Oh, God! I'm getting so
fucking turned on!"
     "Open up!"
     "No, get that out...uh, UH! Oh, God!"
     "Open up!"
     And Steven opened his mouth and I stuck my cock in him and my big
brother began to suck on my pud! I got hold of his head and started
stuffing him with every stroke.
     "Wow!" Billy said. He had stopped playing with Steven's cock and came
up to watch me force my big brother to suck me. "Are you giving up now?" He
asked Steven.
     "Nuh-uh!" Steven mumbled around my prick.
     "I give up." Billy told me as I gasped from my brother's lips on my
cock. "I don't think he's going to admit he can't get himself untied."
     "Then we'll just keep him tied up until he does." I groaned. "Oh, God,
I'm going to shoot! Going to shoot! AH-HAH-AH-HAH-AH!" I was squirting my
jizz right into Steven's mouth and my brother choked, coughed, sprayed it
back onto my crotch. I finished up and pulled out and Steven spat come out
at me and groaned in disgust.
     "Ah, jeez, you little pervert, you squirted it in my mouth!" he
moaned. And to Billy, "Why'd you stop? I'm so fucking horny, suck me
again!"
     I realized then that Steven had only sucked me because he was being
sucked. Turn Big Brother on, and he'd do anything I wanted him to. "Maybe
you'd better suck him again." I told Billy.
     "Someone suck me! Oh, Jesus!" Steven moaned.
     I looked at my brother's cock all wet and waggling helplessly in the
air. "I know what we can do. You get up and let him suck on you. I'll take
care of things down here."
     "I'm not sucking a little boy's dick!" Steven protested.
     "He will when I get done with him." I said. I got off the bed just
long enough to skin my shorts and briefs down off of me. They were sticky
with my spunk from Steven's spraying it back on me anyhow. I got straddle
of Steven's stomach and said, "Okay, Steven, last chance. Admit you're
stuck and we'll untie you. If you don't, we're going to keep this up until
you do give up."
     "Fuck you."
     "That's the idea." I told him and I raised up, got hold of his cock
behind me and aimed it for my butthole. Steven gasped as his cock touched
my sphincter and I opened it and he started sliding inside.
     "How the... What the fuck are you... What is going on here?" he
demanded.
     "We do more things in the Scouts than camping and hiking." I told my
big brother. "At least, that's what me and my friends do when the
Scoutmaster leaves us in our tents."
     "We Cubs play around, too!" Billy agreed. "When we're out on a trip,
or sleeping over at each other's houses."
     "Shit!" Steven said wonderingly. "No wonder you're so big on being a
Scout."
     "And now suck Billy's cock while I fuck myself on your fat cock." I
grimaced as I shoved it in deeper. I knew how to take a cock...when they
were my size or so. Steven's was the biggest dick I'd taken, ever. It was
the same general idea, but a lot more work to make it fit! I had to worm it
in a little at a time.
     But Steven loved it, he moaned and grunted and when Billy got himself
up and his dick in Steven's face, Steven opened up and gave my little Cub a
ride he loved. Me, I was getting into this huge pud, I was beginning to
make movements back and forth, and when I did, that huge girth made my
prostate fall in love with it! I moaned and pitched another woodie right
then and there and moaned while Billy began thrusting at Steven's face hard
and fast and the little Cub had his climax then and there. Nothing to
squirt out of his little prick, but Steven still made a face as he held on
this time and Billy finished up and panted hard and fast, sitting on
Steven's chest.
     He got off and looked at me bobbing on Steven's pud and saw my dick
sticking out. Looked up at me in angelic sweetness and my favorite little
Cub Scout proceeded to lean down and catch hold of my dick and start
sucking on me.
     I was a long way from coming, but it felt terrific and I began
bouncing on Steven harder and faster as my ass began to get used to his
prick, and Steven moaned appreciatively.
     "Oh, oh, man, little brother, I'm about to load your ass with my
jizz. You ready for it, little brother?"
     "Sure, sure, load me with it!" I panted. Shit, I was ready to go
again. My brother's cock had gotten so-o-o-o hot, so hard and now it was
pulsing! "Come on, big brother, shoot me full!"
     "Oh, God, oh, oh, OH-AH-AH, GAHHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHHH!" Steven's load was
everything he'd promised, my brother's cock shot hard and it shot a lot of
hot jizz into my butt. I'd had guys squirt in my ass before, but this was
like ten times as much. I did get full of his spunk, so much that it began
to dribble out around his shaft and back onto him and that slicked up his
cock more and I sank even deeper onto him and his cock got harder still,
like a piece of hot metal in my ass.
     The feel of that jizz bubbling into me and the hardness of his cock,
it pushed me over the edge and I came again, right into Billy's mouth and
he got my jizz in his mouth, I looked down and watched him as he blissfully
drank me as fast as I shot it.
     "Oh, man, oh, man!" Steven was groaning.
     "Yeah, Billy, yeah, ohhh, ohhh, yeah!" I grunted as I finished my
climax and felt Billy's lips sucking me totally dry.
     "Mmmmm!" Billy chimed in as he swallowed one final time. "You taste
good!"
     "Oh, shit, this is so fucking hot!" Steven moaned. "I can't believe
you two just climbed on me like this."
     We were all feeling good and I got off and pulled my briefs and shorts
back on. Billy amused himself by wiping Steven's cock clean of the jizz and
other moisture on it.
     "That was great." Steven said as Billy worked on him. "Now, you two
untie me."
     "So you give up?" Billy asked.
     "Huh?"
     "Do you give up?"
     "Yeah." I recalled the original reason for all this. "You owe me five
dollars. Tell me where it is, I'll take the five dollars, and then Billy
will untie you."
     "I...I don't have it." Steven confessed.
     "You don't have it?"
     "I'll have to owe it to you."
     I knew that line, when Steven owes you, he owes you forever. "That
wasn't the deal." I pointed out.
     "So what do you want me to do about it?" Steven argued. "I don't have
it, so I can't give it to you." He had a point.
     "So what will we do?" Billy asked me.
     "He can't pay." I mused. "But Mom and Dad won't be back until Sunday
of next week. Eight more days."
     Billy got the idea first. "So we leave him tied up?"
     "Hey!" Steven blurted out.
     "And ride him whenever we want." I agreed. "Any way we want."
     Well, we didn't do that, as fun as it might have been to make Steven
stay tied up for that long. But we did get Steven to agree that for the
next eight days, we got to do what we wanted with him, me and Billy. I got
to ride him every day, and I figure that was worth five dollars. And Billy
loved to suck my dick. I am his hero, after all.
     In fact, we did everything but get Steven to let me fuck him. But
that's okay. Sooner or later, he's going to lose another bet with me. And I
already know what the stakes will be when he does!

                             THE END
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