Christopher
was glad to get upstairs away from the grown-ups and into the bathroom
to have a wash before lunch. Relating the tale of how he ended up
locking himself out of his house just as his mum had gone away had been
embarrassing enough; to have to explain that in so doing Christopher had
also managed to leave every stitch clothing he possessed in the house
was totally, totally
shaming. But there was a bright side. Mrs Clarke had found some old
clothes that her son David no longer needed. The only fly in the
ointment was that David was twelve years old as opposed to Christopher’s
fourteen. Still, it was bound to be better than nothing!
It
had been a heart-warming sight for Janet Harper and Emily Clarke to see
Christopher’s eager face as he rushed off along the landing.
Terry, Janet’s ten year old son, ran along behind and chased
Christopher, yelling out that he’d beat him to the bathroom to wash his
hands before lunch.
Janet
Harper turned to her friend Emily Clarke and smiled: “It’s like having a
brother for Terry… they both seem to love playing games together and
I’m sure Christopher can’t wait for the next game of Cowboys and
Indians. You know, Emily, it did surprise me at first when Christopher
said that he liked playing at being a Red Indian, but there we are, some
older boys find it difficult to grow up… in more ways than one!” And
she smiled knowingly at her reference to Christopher’s lack of any pubic
hair.
“I
know what you mean, Janet, about boys and their games,” Emily replied,
“but with David it appears to be quite the reverse. As I said to you
only yesterday, even though David is two years younger than Christopher,
he just doesn’t seem to want to join in and play with other boys. I
mean, I know David is a little older than Terry, but he simply must be
encouraged to join in some of Terry’s games. It will do David the world
of good… and after all he’s only going to be young once…”
Janet
Harper nodded: “Terry’s always happy to have other boys join in his
games and it’s not as though David hasn’t played Cowboys and Indians
with Terry before… But, yes, I know what you mean, Emily. I’ll have a
word with Terry and we’ll see what a bit of his pester-power can
achieve… I’m sure Terry will have David joining in in no time!”
Had
Christopher heard the two women discussing the ‘benefits’ of joining in
one of Terry’s games of Cowboys and Indians, you can be sure he would
have been reminded of his first encounter with the Red Indian
play-costume that Terry so magnanimously lent him and the unintended
confession Christopher made to Mrs Harper later that same day…
“Ben’s
here…!” Terry had shouted through to the kitchen where Christopher was
sat at the table trying to keep out of sight. “Ben’s here!” Terry
repeated excitedly, “He’s got his outfit on… we can play Cowboys and
Indians!”
With
the benefit of hindsight it might seem surprising just how keen
Christopher was to join in the younger boys’ game. But the truth was
that Christopher had been suck inside Mrs Harper’s house without much to
occupy himself with. Had it not been for his complete lack of clothes,
he would have loved to have been playing outside… even if it had been
with ten year old Terry. So when news of Ben’s arrival came, Christopher
saw it as a golden opportunity to put something on (even if it was a
silly Red Indian costume) and get outside into the sunshine.
“Come on, Christopher! You promised you’d play,” Terry said eagerly, “You promised you’d be a Red Indian…”
However
keen Christopher was to dress up as a Redskin, he wasn’t about to give
in easily to the youngster’s demands; he was fourteen after all and four
years older than Terry!
“Okay…
okay… I’m coming,” Christopher said as he rose from the table, just as
Ben walked into the room. Ben was the same age as Terry and dressed in
full cowboy gear complete with six-shooter cap-guns and some authentic
looking lasso rope hanging from his belt. Terry and Ben were the best of
friends.
“Wow!!” Ben’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he saw Christopher. “Wow!! He is bare-nude! Totally bare-nude!”
“I told you he was,” Terry replied to his friend, “I told you he was doing a Bare-Dare when he locked himself out of his house…”
“... but nude… totally bare-nude… wow!!”
Ben said as he stared at Christopher who was now feeling very
uncomfortable about being seen by one of Terry’s friends. Ben glanced at
Terry, not wanting to take his eyes from the sight in front of him for
any longer than necessary: “Locked himself out… in the nude? Wow! That was some Bare-Dare! Pretty stupid, though...”
Christopher felt he should put the record straight: “I didn’t lock myself out on purpose… in fact I didn’t lock myself out, Terry did when he came outside to watch me doing the Bare-Dare…”
“No I didn’t!” Terry said indignantly.
“Yes you did!” Christopher retorted, “If you hadn’t come outside and let the door slam…”
“It
wasn’t my fault… anyway, doesn’t matter now,” Terry said and left
Christopher dumbstruck before he continued as he turned to Ben,
“Christopher’s going to be a Red Indian…”
“Cool! Where do you fancy taking him to play?” Ben asked.
“Oh, down by the creek, near the woods… There’s loads of places to hide… Alright with you, Christopher?” Terry asked.
“Yeah…
whatever…” Christopher replied, in a sulk after being told by Terry
that being locked out of his house with no clothes, totally bare-nude
didn’t matter. Not only that, but Christopher was sure Ben didn’t
believe him when he said he didn’t do it on purpose. Now Ben thinks I’m
some sort of dork, Christopher said to himself.
“Are
you sure, Christopher?” It was Mrs Harper who asked this question. She
was doing some washing and was passing through the kitchen on her way to
the utility-room when she heard the boys discussing their game.
“Why don’t you play in the garden?” she asked.
“But mum! Christopher just said he’d come and play down at the creek,” Terry said indignantly, “He said he would…”
“Are
you sure you want to go and play Cowboys and Indians with Terry and
Ben?” Mrs Harper asked Christopher again, “... I’m sure you boys could
have just as much fun playing your game in the garden.”
“But there’s loads more places to hide and play near the creek, Mrs Harper,” Ben said.
“It’s okay… I don’t mind playing down near the creek,” Christopher replied in answer to Janet Harper’s questions.
“Well,
if you’re absolutely sure…” Mrs Harper said and in a manner that
suggested she’d done her best, she shrugged her shoulders.
“Honest…
I don’t mind playing with Terry and Ben, Mrs Harper… It’ll be good fun.
Don’t worry, I’ll look after Terry and Ben,” Christopher said finally,
as if trying to prove to Janet Harper that he was old enough to play
outside, away from the house. Besides, it was an opportunity not to be
missed to put some clothes on, even if it was a silly Red Indian outfit!
“Okay
then, Christopher… if you’re sure that’s what you want,” Janet Harper
concluded and made her way through to the utility-room. As she did so
Mrs Harper thought to herself that it was obvious Christopher hasn’t
played Cowboys and Indians with Terry before!
“Come on, Christopher! Let’s get into our outfits!” Terry was keen to get playing.
“I’ll go and get Luke,” Ben said.
“Who’s Luke?” Christopher asked.
“He’s going to be the other member of your Indian Tribe,” Terry informed him.
To
Christopher this came as a not unwelcome surprise; at least he wouldn’t
be the only Red Indian in the game. Maybe between them they could get
the upper hand and beat the two young Cowboys at whatever the game
involved. Either way it had to be better than sitting around bare-nude in Mrs Harper’s house all day.
Luke
was a neighbour of Ben’s and at eleven, slightly older than the two
cowboys. Ben was always promising Luke a turn at playing a cowboy, but
Luke’s turn never seemed to come round. Luke always fell for Ben’s
promise that he could be a cowboy ‘next time’. This day it was no
different and it was only after a lot of persuasion and the news Luke
would be accompanied by an older boy, Christopher, that he disappeared
up to his bedroom to put on his Red Indian outfit.
Meanwhile,
Terry led the way up to his bedroom and made a dive for the cupboard
where he kept his Cowboys and Indians paraphernalia. Christopher was
distracted, looking out of the upstairs window, when Terry found what he
was looking for; the Red Indian outfit Christopher would be wearing.
“Here it is!” Terry announced as he held up the costume.
Christopher turned round. His jaw nearly hit the floor: “Is… is that it…?” he asked.
“Yup…
It’s a genuine, one hundred percent actual Red Indian costume,” Terry
said proudly, as he held out the thin flaps of beaded leather in front
of him.
“But… there must be more to it than that… what do I wear underneath…?”
“What do you mean?”
“Underneath… there must be something else… something to wear with it…”
Terry
dived back into the cupboard and rummaged around. Christopher peered
over Terry’s shoulder try and see what else there was to his costume.
Terry sprung back round to face Christopher again: “Here… here’s the moccasins…”
“I didn’t mean that… I meant something to wear here!” Christopher said and pointed to his bare pubis.
“That’s
what these are for,” Terry replied as he held up the little flaps of
leather that constituted the main part of Christopher's outfit, “It’s
called a loin-cloth,” Terry explained, “That’s what all the Red Indians
wore in the Wild West… See, one bit goes at the front and the other
hangs down at the back.”
“But, those flaps... they’ll hardly cover anything!” Christopher protested.
“Shouldn’t have such a big nob then…” Terry laughed mischievously.
To
be fair, Christopher did have a point as the Red Indian outfit was
designed to be worn by a boy of Terry’s age… certainly it was never
intended to be worn by a boy of fourteen, a boy as old as Christopher.
“Come on… put it on,” Terry said, “It’ll look really cool on you.”
It’ll
feel cool too, Christopher thought, as he took the meagre leather flaps
from Terry. He looked at them as they lay across the palm of his left
hand. They felt as light as a feather. Jeez! There’s hardly anything to
them… Where did Terry say we’re going to play? Christopher's mind was in
a whirl as he tried to figure out how he was going play in the Red
Indian costume and preserve some degree of dignity. Down by the creek,
didn’t Terry say? Hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone around.
“Do you want a hand?” It was Cindy. Christopher turned and saw her standing in the doorway.
“I
heard Terry calling out, saying Ben was here. I guess you’ll be wanting
some war-paint… but you’ll have to put your costume on first,” Cindy
said.
Bewildered,
Christopher held the pitifully small flaps and leather laces up to show
Cindy: “How does… Is this really all there is, Cindy? I mean… there’s
hardly anything to it at all… can’t I put on some trunks or something… I
can’t wear just this down the the creek…”
“You promised you’d come and play at the creek,” Terry said.
“Yeah, but that was before…”
“You promised…”
“Did you promise Terry you’d play with him at the creek?” Cindy asked.
“Er… Yes, Cindy,” Christopher replied meekly, “... but I didn’t realise… the outfit…”
“That’s
hardly fair, Christopher, is it?” Cindy said ignoring Christopher’s
complaints about the flimsy costume, “If you promised Terry you’d go and
play with him and Ben at the creek… then you should do what you
promised… that’s only fair isn’t it, Christopher?”
Christopher chewed his bottom lip and said: “Yes, Cindy…”
“So what are you going to do Christopher?” Cindy asked.
“...
um, go and play down by the creek with Terry and Ben,” Christopher
replied, then when he saw Cindy giving him a meaningful glance, added,
“... er, go and play Cowboys and Indians with them, Cindy.”
“And what are you going to do before you go and play with Terry and Ben, Christopher?”
“...
Um… put on the costume… um, the Red Indian costume, Cindy,” Christopher
said, hardly able to look at the older girl, who appeared to have
inherited her mother’s firm attitude.
“There… that wasn’t difficult, was it Christopher?”
“But Cindy! The outfit… it’s too small…”
“You should have thought about that before you agreed to play.”
“But Cindy… I didn’t know how tiny the costume was…” Christopher pleaded, “It’s not fair!”
“Well, it’s too late for that know… You’d better come with me and I’ll help you put on your outfit.”
Christopher,
pouting like a six year old, followed Cindy out of Terry’s bedroom and
left the younger boy to put on his cowboy clothes by himself. Cindy was
clearly very experienced in dressing Red Indians and she soon had
Christopher ready to play with the cowboys.
It
was obvious from the start the tiny leather flaps would hardly cover
anything, but Cindy did her best. In the end the front flap was hung so
low that the base of Christopher’s hairless penis was quite distinctly
visible. It had to be this way since the leather piece was only just
long enough to cover the full length of Christopher’s penis; if the flap
was any higher Christopher’s long foreskin could be clearly seen
peeking out from beneath the costume.
As
Cindy adjusted Christopher’s loincloth she had a sudden inspiration for
the new Redskin’s Indian name: “You should be known as ‘Bald Eagle’, because… well that’s pretty obvious!” she laughed good-naturedly looking at the base of Christopher’s bald penis.
Christopher was mortified: “Cindy… please… please don’t… they’ll all tease me…”
“Don’t be silly… it’s just a bit of fun, Christopher.”
Christopher’s
costume was almost complete. It hardly needs to be said that the rear
flap of the loincloth was neither use nor ornament, since the thin slip
of leather didn’t even reach halfway down Christopher’s bottom. Then
Cindy produced a beaded ornamental choker and tied it around
Christopher’s neck. There was a piece attached to the front of the
collar and which hung down to the top of Christopher’s chest. It was
made of beads and was probably larger in area than the two loincloth
flaps combined.
Next
Christopher’s headdress was fitted. As befitted an older Red Indian,
Cindy produced a crown of feathers, some of which trailed down
Christopher’s bare back. Finally, with moccasins on, Cindy applied a few
touches of war-paint. Enough to show that Christopher was playing the
fearsome Red Indian, but Cindy was also careful not to distract from the
fact that this particular Redskin had very little in the way of
costume.
Terry
came into the room dressed in his cowboy outfit. Like Ben he had a loop
of rope in his belt together with his cap-guns. He was carrying a bow
and some arrows tipped with rubber suction cups which he handed to
Christopher.
“Wow! You look really cool…” said Terry awarding Christopher his highest praise.
“Come over here and have a look at yourself,” Cindy said signalling the full-length mirror across the room.
Christopher
went over to stand and look at himself. He had to admit that aside from
the ridiculously small flaps of leather front and rear, he did look, as
Terry had said, ‘cool’.
“What do you think?” Cindy asked.
“Yeah… it’s kind of neat…” Christopher said as he turned his headdress this way and that, “Yeah… neat…”
Cindy
had splashed some war paint on Christopher’s face and he tried to look
ferocious, but had a hard time from smiling. The trouble was that
Christopher, to his surprise, found he was actually enjoying playing dress-up. If it wasn’t for the stupid little loincloth…
“Come on… Bald Eagle!” Terry called from the doorway before scampering off down the corridor.
Christopher swung round from the mirror and looked at Cindy open-mouthed: “How…?”
“Wasn’t
me, I promise… He was probably listening outside,” Cindy explained,
“You have to be careful round here… Terry knows most things and what he
doesn’t know, he soon finds out!”
By
the time Christopher got back downstairs to the kitchen Ben had arrived
with Luke, the boy who would form the other member of the Indian Tribe.
Christopher was shocked when Luke was introduced, because he saw that
Luke’s outfit was cut far more generously than his own. Indeed, to
Christopher it looked as though Luke’s loincloth had been made out of
two tea-towels sewn together. The long edges of the boy’s loincloth
reached almost to his knees! Admittedly Luke’s outfit had a pattern that
looked authentic and there were some beads sewn into the cloth, but
Christopher couldn’t help but feel cheated as he stood in front of the
eleven year old in his own ludicrously small costume.
“Come
on! Let’s get going!” Terry said and before he knew what was happening,
Christopher, feeling very self-conscious, was outside in the lane,
walking off in the direction of the creek.
“Have you played Cowboys and Indians with Terry and Ben before?” Christopher asked Luke.
“Yeah…
lots of times. I’m fed up with being an Indian. I want to be a cowboy,”
Luke said, “Ben promised I could be a cowboy… It’s not fair being an
Indian all the time. It’s much more fun if you’re a cowboy…”
Christopher asked Luke why that was, to which Luke merely replied: “You’ll see…”
Then the penny dropped and Luke turned to Christopher: “What! You mean you’ve never played Cowboys and Indians?”
Christopher shook his head: “Er… no, er yes... well, not for ages… not with these two, anyway…”
There was silence for a moment or two and then Christopher asked: “What do we do? I mean what’s the game about?”
“Oh, that’s easy… it’s a bit like hide-and-seek,” Luke explained, “The Indians… that’s us,” he added helpfully, “they have to…”
At this point Terry gathered everyone together and Christopher was told what would happen:
“Me
and Ben have been working the Cowboy Trail, but there’s a couple of
pesky Indians… you, Bald Eagle and you, Luke… who we’re out to capture.
You Redskins can go off for fifteen minutes while Ben and I set up our
cowboy camp. Understood?”
Christopher,
much to his surprise had been listening intently to Terry instructions
and nodded eagerly to find out more details of the game.
“Okay,
when the time’s up Ben and me will fire our six-shooters in the air as a
signal. That’s when you try to find our camp… If you find it and manage
to hit us with your arrows, you win…”
“... but if we capture you… we win,” Ben chipped in.
“Sounds straightforward enough,” Christopher said and turned to Luke, “Come on then… let’s get going…”
“Okay… Bald Eagle,” Luke replied giggling.
The
Red Indians set off and it wasn’t long before they found somewhere to
hide. Luke explained how it was best to wait and try to lure the cowboys
from their camp:
“They’re
bound to find somewhere that it’s impossible to attack without getting
caught,” he argued, “If we get them out in the open, we might stand a
chance.”
These
were wise words from the eleven year old, but Christopher wasn’t so
sure. Now that he’d been out in his skimpy Red Indian costume for the
best part of an hour, he was more than ever conscious of how exposed he
was. There was simply no way he could stop his penis from flopping out
from each side of the thin leather flap when he walked. Having to carry
the bow and arrows meant his hands were full, so he couldn’t cover up
even if he wanted to.
Christopher
simply wanted to get the game over and done with. So what if the
cowboys won? He just wanted to get back into the safety of Mrs Harper’s
house.
They
heard the cap-guns being fired. The shots sounded loud as they echoed
around the wooded creek, but neither Indian could tell where the noise
came from. In spite of Luke’s misgivings, Christopher, being the older
boy decided they would go in search of the cowboys. So they crept
stealthily from their hiding-place. A twig snapped close by and
Christopher found himself so engrossed in the game once more that he
signalled to Luke to keep quiet. He was on tenterhooks as he waved Luke
forwards and together they carefully picked their way forward.
Every time they heard a sound the two Indians dropped to the ground.
“You
sure this is a good idea, Bald Eagle?” Luke asked in a whisper, “I’ve
played with Terry and Ben before… I know what they’re like…”
“Shush, Luke… I can see something over there… a shirt or something,” Christopher said and he edged further forward.
“Careful, Bald Eagle…”
Sure
enough, Christopher could make out a check cowboy shirt like the one
Terry was wearing. It was just ahead of them. The cowboy appeared to be
sat on the ground facing away from the approaching Red Indians.
On
Christopher’s order, Luke moved into position behind a bush to the
right a few feet away and told him to wait for the signal to attack. The
cowboy sat motionless a few yards away in front of the crouching
Indians.
Christopher
readied his bow and arrow. He jumped up, gave the signal and shot two
arrows in quick succession as Luke gave the Indian war-cry.
Christopher’s arrows landed wide of the mark. The next arrow was closer.
Luke was jumping up and down and stamping his moccasined feet, but
there was no movement from the cowboy. Finally one of Christopher’s
arrows hit its target. Christopher was about to cheer when the ‘cowboy’
slumped forward under the impact of the arrow and it became clear to
Bald Eagle and Luke that it was a dummy.
Luke turned in alarm to face Christopher: “It’s a trap! I told you these cowboys are clever… we should have…”
Luke’s words were left unfinished as an unmistakable voice was heard behind them.
“Hands up, Redskins! Don’t make a move… we’ve got you covered!”
Christopher
dropped his bow and did as he was ordered. He turned slowly and came
face to face with Terry who was grinning from ear to ear. Ben walked out
from behind a bush.
“Keep
‘em covered while I tie them up!” he said to Terry. From a hiding place
he produced a pole which was about four feet long. Christopher looked
at it nervously and wondered what Ben was going to use it for… he didn’t
have long to wait.
“Kneel down!” Ben ordered.
“Wha… what are you going to do?” Christopher asked.
“Better do what he says, Bald Eagle…” Luke advised, “These are cowboys are mean…”
This
time Christopher listened to his fellow Redskin and knelt down in front
of Ben who smiled wickedly at his captured Indian. With practiced ease,
Ben made Christopher bow his head down and placed the pole across his
prisoner’s shoulders at the back of his neck. Next he took lengths of
rope from his belt and, one after the other, tied Christopher’s wrists
to the ends of the pole. Christopher lifted his head back up. His arms
had been stretched out and now and he felt more vulnerable than ever; it
was also extremely uncomfortable.
“Stay there and don’t move!” Ben ordered.
Christopher
stayed put. Realistically he didn’t have much choice but to continue
kneeling as he realised that now, more than ever, how his skimpy costume
was. With his arms stretched out and his hands tied to the fiendish
pole, Christopher knew that it would only take the slightest sudden
movement before anyone could see why his Indian name was Bald Eagle!
In
contrast to Christopher, Luke merely had his hands tied behind his
back. The two cowboys stepped to one side and left their captives to
wonder what was next as they they discussed their plans in secret.
Christopher strained his head upwards: “What do you think they’re they going to do?” he asked Luke.
Luke looked down at the kneeling fourteen year old: “Take us back for questioning… they usually do…”
“Questioning?” a confused Christopher asked, “Questioning about what? Take us back where?”
The
thought of being taken anywhere as he was, with his arms stretched out
and his hands tied to the ends of the pole, was terrifying. Christopher
had been goaded to leave the comparative safety of Mrs Harper’s wearing
the skimpiest Red Indian outfit imaginable. Now he had fallen for the
oldest trick in the book and got himself captured and tied up in a most
fiendish way by two boys who knew more ways of humiliating him than
seemed possible.
“Oh… you’ll see,” Luke said nonchalantly, “they’ve got a favourite place they like to tie up captured Indians…”
“Tie up! What do you mean tie up…
I’m already tied up!” Christopher swung his tethered arms from side to
side as if to emphasise the point. The cowboys turned back to watch
their captives. Terry walked behind Christopher.
“We’re
taking you Redskins to a secret hideout,” he explained and as he did so
he took a scarf from his pocket and proceeded to blindfold and
increasingly worried Christopher. “We can’t risk you Indians finding out
where it is… so…”
Almost
as soon as Terry had Christopher blindfolded, voices could be heard
nearby. Christopher was panic-struck. Who were they? Could he be seen? Jeez... was his costume even covering his penis?! It was an absolute torment
for the fourteen year old was he was ordered to his feet. It was no easy
task either. With his arms stretched and hands tied, the blindfolded
Christopher had great difficulty keeping his balance. He fell back to
his knees more than once, but eventually he stood upright, but with no
idea of the position of his Red Indian costume.
“Luke… Oh there you are, don’t forget I want you back in plenty of time before tea…”
Christopher’s
heart was thumping. Who was it? It sounded like Luke’s mum, but whose
were those other voices… sounded very much like a couple of giggling
girls… did Luke have a sister? Christopher tried to turn away from the
noise just in case his costume was in disarray, but to his horror the
woman came closer and the giggling grew louder…
“Oh, you silly boy… showing us your bits and pieces! As if we want to see that flopping about all over the place… dear me! Keep still… oh dear me, what do
you think you’re doing dressing up in this little thing… why, it’s
just a scrap… well there we are… that’s the best I can do… wear
something… well, something a bit more appropriate next time you want to
dress up as a Red Indian... now run along.”
Christopher
was stunned, but remembered his manners and thanked the unseen lady for
adjusting his outfit. He couldn’t believe how he had stood there while
some strange lady… okay, probably Luke’s mum… had adjusted his loincloth
and chided him about showing his boy-bits off in front of everyone. How
many people were watching?! How many people had seen his… his… bald…
thing?!
The
Redskins were escorted back up the lane. Their destination was Janet
Harper’s garden; specifically a spot just by the rear terrace where
there was a useful place to tie up Red Indians for questioning. Although
Luke knew from past experience where they were all headed, to
Christopher, still in shock after his encounter with Luke’s mum, it was a
complete mystery where he was being taken, not helped by Ben’s
insistence that every so often the boys stop and spin Christopher
around. By the time they reached Mrs Harper’s garden, Christopher might
well have imagined he was anywhere within a five mile radius of his
actual location. It was all very disorientating for him and the more
disorientated he felt, the more worried he became about being seen in
his Red Indian outfit.
Finally
Christopher found himself being ordered to stand still. He felt the
small hands of the cowboys on his lower legs and with a sudden rush of
panic, realised Terry and Ben were attaching something to one of his
ankles.
“Wha… what are you guys doing?” Christopher asked.
“Quiet Bald Eagle…” Terry said.
Then
Christopher felt his other ankle being pulled so that his feet were
stretched wide apart. Something was attached to this other ankle and
Christopher found himself hobbled. He heard Luke’s voice:
“Wow!! You’re using the ankle-stretcher! You cowboys are really mean…”
Christopher suddenly realised Luke wasn’t blindfolded!
Christopher was the only one who couldn’t see what was going on! Was
Luke even tied up like he was?! While all this was sinking in
Christopher was tied to a post in Janet Harper’s garden. Christopher was
now in position for questioning.
“How many cattle have you rustled?” Ben asked.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Christopher answered truthfully.
“Yes you do… you Redskins are a menace… How many cattle?” Terry said.
“But… but I haven’t done anything…” Christopher insisted.
“Time to use a bit of persuasion…” Terry said to Ben, “Luke… give me the feather out of you headband…”
“What!!” Christopher yelled, “That’s not fair!! Why isn’t Luke tied up?! Why is it I’m the only one tied up?”
Christopher
struggled. It wasn’t fair that he should be tied up. It simply wasn’t
fair... if they were both caught, they should both be tied up. Then felt
something tickling his bare legs… it was Luke’s Indian feather!
“You’re Bald Eagle…” Terry taunted, “Luke’s only a Tenderfoot… you’re the one we have to question.”
As
he said this Terry slid the feather up and down Christopher’s legs.
Each time he brought the feather up a little higher, until it was only
an inch or two away from Christopher’s tiny loincloth. The tickling
feather was unbearable and Christopher begged Terry to stop.
But
Terry didn’t stop and as Christopher lurched and squirmed as much as
his bonds would allow, from behind his little loincloth his penis began
to stir…
Terry’s
tickling feather went even further up Christopher’s legs as the feeble
loincloth was pushed to one side by the rapidly engorging penis. Within
the space of a few brief moments, Christopher’s hairless penis was
pointing straight out, level with the ground.
“Please,
Terry… please stop… please I’ll tell you… twenty cattle… thirty… I
can’t remember…” Christopher was frantic and then he felt Terry’s
feather on the side of his penis! “Terry!! Stop it… please stop it!!” Christopher still had no idea where he was. He was scared witless someone would see them… and him… with good reason, now that he knew what Terry was up to!
Terry
carried on tickling and Christopher’s penis carried on growing until it
was fully erect. The little Red Indian costume loincloth hung
pathetically to one side of the stiff penis and Christopher’s plump
testicles were fully displayed.
There
were gasps and giggles of excitement from the other boys as Terry
continued to tease and taunt the helpless Christopher who was driven
wild by the playful cowboy.
“My
turn!” Ben said and another round of tickling began. Ben decided it
would be fun to tickle Christopher’s tight brown nipples and soon had
them stiff and hard. Next Ben tickled Christopher’s hairless armpits,
which started a fresh, if useless bout of struggling from the captured
Redskin. Christopher was driven almost insane by the tickle-torture and
became almost incoherent in his pleading with his tormentors. But then,
all of a sudden the tickling stopped when Christopher heard Luke gasp:
“Wow!! Look at that…!”
“Holy…!!” Terry cried in astonishment.
“That’s so… cool…” was all that Ben could manage to say as he stood open-mouthed.
A
bubble of clear fluid had formed at the tip of Christopher’s foreskin
which still completely covered the head of his fully erect penis. As the
awe-struck youngsters watched, the bubble grew until it spilled over
and started to run down the underside of Christopher’s stiff penis. It
left a glistening trail as more fluid bubbled out and slithered
downwards.
“Is he cumming?” Ben asked.
“Omygod Christopher!!” It was the unmistakable voice of Cindy.
Another girl’s voice close by squealed: “Oh… oh...my… omygod!! Look at that… Cindy! Look at… ohmygod!”
“Terry, have you been teasing Christopher with that feather?” Cindy asked her brother.
“We have to question the Red Indians… it’s part of the game,” Terry explained.
“I think you’d better give it a rest now… can’t you see Christopher’s getting a bit… you know… excited?”
“Is he cumming?” Ben asked again.
“Omygod… Cindy… look! There’s more of it… Oh that’s gross! How old is he? He looks older than the others… but...”
“Cindy… please Cindy,” Christopher pleaded, “Cindy can’t you tell them to untie me… please?”
“Jess wants to know how old you are, Christopher,” Cindy said, ignoring his pleading, “Tell… omygod Christopher!” Cindy squealed as another glob of boy-goo slithered down Christopher’s penis.
Terry
had taken the feather back from Ben. He ignored his sister and
continued to tickle Christopher. Terry found by experimentation that the
best results were gained when he applied the feather to the base and
shaft of Christopher’s penis. Terry discovered that tickling
Christopher’s testicles also produced remarkable results, such as the
one which got the reaction from Cindy.
“Tell Jess how old you are,” Cindy said to Christopher.
“Yes… how old are you? Cindy tells me you’re called Bald Eagle… I guess that’s easy to see why!” Jess teased.
Christopher
didn’t know who Jess was, but correctly assumed she was a friend of
Cindy’s. It was pretty mean to expect Christopher, who of course was
still blindfolded, to answer questions and take a teasing from someone
he not only didn’t know, but couldn’t even see!
“It’s because he’s bald!” Terry said and ran the feather over Christopher’s smooth pubis.
Unfortunately
this caused yet another eruption of boy-stuff from Christopher and this
time a string of goo formed which swung from the tip of his engorged
penis.
“Oh! That is just so gross!” Jess said as she gawped the string of boy-goo.
There
was nothing for it but for Christopher to answer Jess in the hope she
and Cindy would help get him untied. However humiliated he felt, he knew
he had little choice but to do what the girls asked.
“Fourteen…” Christopher said in answer to the the question, “I’m fourteen…”
“Really?!” Jess said, “Really? Fourteen… and you haven’t got any… you know… like hairs? That’s really like… wow…”
Finally Cindy answered Ben’s question: “No… Christopher isn’t cumming… He’s just very, very excited to be playing Cowboys and Indians… aren’t you Christopher… opps! I mean Bald Eagle.”
“Err…
yes Cindy,” Christopher blurted out. In frustration he twisted and
flexed himself in an ultimately futile attempt to loosen the knots that
held him tied to the poles. All this did was make the string of
boy-stuff swing about from his penis, much to everyone’s amusement.
“Cindy, please will you do something…”
Suddenly
Luke announced it was time for him to go home. Terry gave him his
feather back as Ben said he ought to be going too. With the two other
boys gone, Terry lost interest and disappeared into the house.
At last Christopher thought to ask Cindy where on earth he was. “Why your in our back garden… where did you think you were?”
“I…
I don’t know. They… they wouldn’t tell me. I thought maybe they’d taken
me to the park or somewhere… I don’t know...” Christopher stuttered,
then said firmly, “I don’t ever want to play Cowboys and Indians with
Terry again!”
“I don’t see why not,” Jess chipped in, “Looks to me like you enjoyed it…”
Cindy figured it was time to take off Christopher’s blindfold and this she did, before she and Jess turned to go.
“Hey! Aren’t you going to untie me?!” he called.
“No… only Terry knows how to do that! See you later.”
“Cindy!! Please Cindy! Don’t leave me like this!”
It
was a nerve-wracking time. Christopher hadn’t a clue how long he was
left tied up on his own. It seemed like ages although it probably wasn’t
that long, but nevertheless he was anxious; worried that someone else
would see him.
It
wasn’t so much that he was, as near as made no difference, bare-nude
that concerned Christopher, it was what was to be seen hanging from his
penis. It was plain enough what it was and it was also plain enough, at
least to Christopher, what it implied. In the mixed logic of boyhood,
Christopher had some idea that the ability to shoot cum was somehow
evidence a boy masturbated. And if there was one thing a boy of
Christopher’s age was terrified of, it was that grown-ups and his mum in
particular, would find out that he masturbated. For goodness sake, he
was fourteen and he didn’t even admit that he masturbated to other boys!
Somehow it was considered to be childish for a boy approaching his
mid-teens to own up that he played with his penis. This was the main
reason he didn’t want to share a bedroom with Terry. Christopher was
afraid Terry would find out that he liked to masturbate and tell
everyone.
A
little more time went by and Christopher got even more anxious… and
frustrated! Terry and Ben had done a great job in getting him so worked
up that he was freely oozing boy-goo and he desperately wanted to finish
off what the young boys had started. In spite of his palpable anxiety
and obvious embarrassment, Christopher’s penis was still displaying all
the obvious signs of arousal. All Christopher wanted to do was to be
untied, get out of his stupid Red Indian costume and race to the nearest
place where he could be alone and wank himself silly.
He
prayed Terry would come back soon and untie him before anyone else saw
him. Then, from behind the post he was tied to, he heard the sound of a
door opening and then banging shut. He twisted his head round to try and
see who it was.
“Terry…
is that you!” Christopher called out, “Terry… is that… Oh, hello Mrs
Harper… I thought it might be Terry come to untie me…”
“I
see the Indians lost again,” Janet Harper said with a smile as she
looked at the forlorn boy. Then she saw Christopher furrow his brow,
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve never known the Indians to win,” she explained,
“at least not the way Terry plays Cowboys and Indians… Never mind about
that though. Have you been having lots of fun today, Christopher? I
expect you’ve enjoyed yourself.”
“Yes,
thank you, Mrs Harper…” Christopher replied politely as he wondered how
long it would be before Terry’s mum saw the long thread of boy-stuff
hanging from his penis.
“Did you go somewhere nice to play?” she asked.
“Um... down by the creek, Mrs Harper.”
“Oh yes... that's right, you didn't want to play in the garden. Well I'm sure you had a nice time down by the creek.”
“Yes thank you, Mrs Harper.”
“Did you meet anyone while you were playing?” Janet Harper asked.
“Um... well, er... yes Mrs Harper, but I was blindfolded... I think it was Luke's mum... I'm not sure...”“Oh yes... that's right, you didn't want to play in the garden. Well I'm sure you had a nice time down by the creek.”
“Yes thank you, Mrs Harper.”
“Did you meet anyone while you were playing?” Janet Harper asked.
Christopher
noticed that, like Cindy, Mrs Harper made no attempt to untie him. It
seemed as if Terry was the only person who could see to the untying of a
captive. When Christopher did ask if she would untie him, Janet Harper
explained that if she tried, she’d only get the knots all tangled up and
make things worse.
“No,
it’s far better to wait for Terry,” she concluded. Then she glanced
down and for the first time it seemed, she noticed Christopher’s
semi-aroused penis.
“Oh
dear me… it looks as though you’ve had a bit of an accident,
Christopher,” Janet Harper said as she looked straight at Christopher’s
penis. There could be no mistaking what she was talking about. She
looked Christopher in the eye and asked: “Did you get excited and have a
little leak when you were being questioned by those naughty cowboys?”
Christopher
was so red-faced you would have thought his head was about to explode.
He had been in some embarrassing situations recently, but this was about
the most embarrassing of all. His throat was dry as dust, but
Christopher managed to croak out the words: “Yes… yes, I think so, Mrs
Harper…”
Christopher
looked down at himself and at his penis pointing straight towards Janet
Harper. The glistening string of boy-goo was still attached to his
penis.
Mrs
Harper could see how embarrassed Christopher was and sought to reassure
him that it was perfectly normal for a boy his age to occasionally get
‘over-excited’, as she put it.
“You’ve
not to worry, Christopher,” she said, “I’ve got two brothers and when
they were your age they were always making a mess like the one you’ve
made... I’ve no doubt Terry will be doing just the same in one or two
years time.”
Christopher
couldn’t believe what he heard. He was terrified at the thought that
anyone would even suspect him of playing with himself. Then Mrs Harper
calmly announced that she would go and get a cloth to clean him up.
Left
alone once more Christopher’s thoughts went into overdrive: Was his
secret about to be exposed? Did Mrs Harper think he masturbated? Would
he have to confess to Mrs Harper that he masturbated? Would Mrs Harper
tell his mum? These questions went round and around in his head until he
felt dizzy with worry. But the biggest question on his mind was where was he going to find some privacy?
Mrs
Harper returned with a flannel. She smiled, bent down and reached out
her arm to hold Christopher’s thigh just above his knee.
“Now
keep still Christopher while I clean you up,” she said, completely
ignoring the fact that Christopher, securely tied up as he was, had no
choice but to keep still as she set about cleaning him with the damp
cloth.
“My
what a lot of mess you’ve made, Christopher! Let’s see… now I’m just
going to take hold of your penis, Christopher… understand?”
Christopher bit his lower lip and nodded.
“There
we are, we’ll soon have all this cleaned up… what a lot of mess you’ve
made,” Janet Harper repeated as she wiped Christopher’s penis. Then,
taking Christopher completely by surprise she said: “I expect you like
to mastubate, Christopher?” just as if she was discussing the weather.
Christopher
groaned to himself. How could this possibly get worse? He gazed off
into the distance, unable to answer Mrs Harper’s question, he tried to
think of something else. But it was no use. Mrs Harper wanted an answer.
“I expect you like to masturbate, don’t you Christopher?” she insisted.
Christopher
was completely flummoxed. If he said ‘yes’ he would be confessing to
doing something he wouldn’t even admit to his classmates at school let
alone to a grown-up. If he said ‘no’ Mrs Harper would be sure to think
Christopher was even more immature than he looked. He didn’t know what
to say and so said nothing.
“You’ve
no need to be shy with me, Christopher. I won’t be shocked,” Janet
Harper said as she tried to encourage Christopher to talk, “I know boys
like to play with themselves when they get to a certain age. Maybe
you’re too young to masturbate. Is that it?”
Now
Christopher was totally confused. He certainly didn’t want Mrs Hopper
to think he was too young to masturbate, but at the same time was
terrified to admit that, yes, he did masturbate. However Christopher got
himself so flustered the words wouldn’t come out the right way and in
the end, in spite of the humiliation it caused and with a thumping
heart, Christopher denied that he ever masturbated.
“Do you mean you’re too young Christopher… is that it?” Mrs Harper asked, “Or do you mean you don’t masturbate?”
It
would have taken a heart of stone not to have felt sorry for
Christopher when he finally blurted out: “I… I don’t do it, Mrs Harper.”
“You mean you choose not to masturbate, Christopher?”
With
the feeling he was sinking lower than he’d ever been in his life,
Christopher confirmed to Mrs Harper that he did not masturbate. He felt
ashamed for telling Mrs Harper a fib, but told himself that was better
than telling her that yes he did masturbate and risk her saying anything
to his mum and having her find out about his guilty secret.
“Well
then we’d better make sure that you’re not tempted to start
masturbating while you’re staying with us,” Mrs Harper concluded.
Now Christopher really had
dug a hole for himself! The truth was he liked to masturbate four or
five times a day, more if he had the opportunity. If he was now
to be prevented from masturbating what could he do to alleviate the
urge? Maybe I can find somewhere to hide and do it, he thought, after
all I’m going to be on my own for some part of the day surely? But little did Christopher know it wouldn’t be quite that easy and his stay at Mrs Harper's would turn out to be very frustrating indeed!
“It’s
nice talking to you Christopher, but I must get on with things. I won’t
forget what we talked about…” With these words Janet Harper disappeared
out of Christopher’s sight.
A little while later Terry came back to untie Christopher. However Christopher was thwarted in his plan to find somewhere to masturbate, as he found himself quickly ushered back into the house to get out of his Red Indian costume and cleaned up in time for tea.
A little while later Terry came back to untie Christopher. However Christopher was thwarted in his plan to find somewhere to masturbate, as he found himself quickly ushered back into the house to get out of his Red Indian costume and cleaned up in time for tea.
“I wonder”
ReplyDeleteWill Christopher be a naughty boy?
Will she catch him?
Will Mrs Harper warm his bottom for him?
Will the girls be watching?
“I wonder”
Stephen
I'm really enjoying your version of my original Cowboys and Indians story. I like the various twists you've added and how the adults for the most part act like realistic progressive parents. I do hope you add more soon.
ReplyDeleteHooked6
Hey, Happy New Year! I've been a fan of boy humiliation and embarrassment stories for years and discovered this site a couple of months back. Christopher's story is the first story in some time that I've been compelled to write about. It rocks! I love the whole premise and I hope the author continues to add to this marvelous story soon! I've not read the original story mentioned by the author but I'll have to do that sometime. Please don't keep us waiting too long for more.
ReplyDeleteSusan
Thanks for leaving your comment Susan. I'm really pleased to hear you've enjoyed reading the story!
Deletemogg
Just read this story and it really has sparked my urge to comment. I absolutely love this story, I love the playful nature of it and that it makes the naughty turn that much naughtier, just fantastic. I can't wait for you to write more of this.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment. It is my intention to add to Christopher's Story, but when that will be I don't know. There are a number of other stories that need my attention as well, so I really must knuckle down and do something about it!
Deletemogg
This latest turn of events makes the story even more exciting. I wonder what exactly Mrs Harper has in mind? I'm sure she's no fool, and knows exactly what will happen when a boy who surely lied is made to live with his pretense of never masturbating. Should have quite a dramatic effect.
ReplyDeleteMogg I sure hope you keep this excellent story at the top of those needing attention.
SensoryOverlord
Oh darn. Why is it every time I come across a story I really like, the author seems to get abducted by aliens or something?
ReplyDeleteThe crisp writing style is very enjoyable, and this latest development with his host Mrs Harper has SO MUCH potential! The one extra thing I could hope for, would be news arriving from his mother that she's unexpectedly going to have to extend her overseas stay for.. oh, say a couple of months.
Looking forward to more.
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