Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 21:58:49 -0700
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Teen Brothers Play Tarzan - Chapter 1

Hi, Nifty readers,

Haven't most of us who have a brother played physical games as children and
teens? Maybe we got a little too touchy-feely. But those were just games,
right? Nothing intentional, right. Well, let's observe these brothers and
how they play their Tarzan game.

Let me know YOUR childhood physical games that went too far. Thanks, Bruce
Darkforcee (at tanmanca@gmail.com). As I mentioned, Nifty is great, and we
should support them. Unfortunately for me, many of my stories are too harsh
for here, so I post them on GayTies.com.

Teen Brothers Play Tarzan

Part 1 of 4

"Ouch! That hurts!" yelled Morton.

But Kent ignored his whining and continued to pull his arms higher and
tighter and tie them off so that Morton was standing on tiptoes. He had
already spread his legs wide apart and tied his ankles to an old mop handle
to keep them that way. Now, he was finishing the job by using the
clothesline tied to his wrists and looping over a large tree branch in his
backyard. Such a suitable, sturdy branch because it was parallel to the
ground and about eight feet off the lawn. Being an average-height
middle-height teenager, Morton's bare feet could barely reach the
ground. Morton was beginning to think that going along with his younger
brother Kent's idea on his "great game adventure" wasn't such a smart idea
after all.

The front flap of the soft sheepskin loincloth swung back and forth and
tickled the side of his tensed thighs, but Morton had other things to worry
about now. The loincloth was his idea when he found the large sheepskin
chamois his dad used to wipe the water off his car after he washed it. He's
the one who cut it into a loincloth shape and secured it around his waist
with two tan leather bootlaces tied together. Yep, the long, wide strip of
sheepskin folded under his crotch and then over the bootlace tie in front
and back and ... BINGO! Morton was Tarzan. That was quite inventive as well
as authentic.

Let's go back to the very beginning ... a perfect place to start.

Morton, 18, imagined himself as the Tarzan he had seen on many Tarzan movie
posters and in jungle comic books. His little brother, Kent, 16, was full
in. Their backyard was, indeed, the pretend jungle, and Morton and Kent
were adversaries. And ... let the games begin!

They had just finished watching a Tarzan movie on television. It was a
summer day, so no school, and their folks were at their jobs, so they had
the house to themselves. Kent had seen this movie before. It was one of his
favorites. He liked the part where Tarzan had been captured by the bad guys
searching for gold along the Amazon, and they tied Tarzan up and tortured
him in different ways to make him tell where the treasure was hidden. But
Tarzan withstood the tortures. After the movie ended, Morton suggested to
Kent that they play out a Tarzan-themed game similar to the movie. Morton
was wondering who would get to be Tarzan.

"Morty, we don't have any treasure to hide."

"Kent, we can just make up something, pretend it is valuable ... like
... my baseball."

Kent was more of a realist. He said, "But if we had something really of
value, we would not have to pretend. Let's say I wrote down an embarrassing
secret, and one I did not want you to know. If I were Tarzan, I'd really
put up with a lot to avoid you getting your hands on that secret paper."

"Oh, I get it. OK, but what's on the secret paper?"

"Morty, what would you not want me to know?"

"I don't have any secrets. You already know everything about me."

Kent and Morton were sincerely trying to come up with something to make
this the most interesting and intense game ever. They agreed the game would
be more realistic if -- whoever was Tarzan -- truly wanted his secret kept
from the other. Morton suggested that it should be something embarrassing,
and Kent agreed. The two boys did think alike, after all.

"Well, let me think. You know, Morty, if I was Tarzan and I had written
down the two most embarrassing, scary, or intimidating things you could do
to me, I'd fight like hell to prevent you from discovering them. I'd put up
with a lot of `torture' to Morton thought that was odd, but he agreed it
would make Tarzan avoid a quick surrender. That was the whole purpose of
the game.

"OK... so, we will each write down something that we would never want the
other to do to him if he was Tarzan. If this is true, then whoever is
Tarzan would try his utmost not to reveal the place where he hid his
paper." Morton said with some hesitation.

"OK, we'll call each paper `hidden treasure' because it would be a treasure
of information for the captor," Kent said, and they both laughed and shook
hands.

"Now, who is going to be Tarzan?" Morton asked.

"It really doesn't matter since we will probably just rotate each time we
play this." Kent said, then added, "But before we figure that out, let's
each write down our `secret treasures' that we don't want the other to know
about. The boys went into the kitchen, got paper and pens, and started
writing.

Morton took everything more seriously than Kent did. Each boy was busy
scribbling down what he did not want the other to know. But, at least in
Kent's case, he was only scribbling down things that were OK with him. He
would not write down anything that would truly freak him out if subjected
to it. He wrote down: Spank me with the hand 10 times, and make me walk
around the backyard naked for 10 minutes. Both of these "tortures" were
fine with him and would never make him reveal anything.

When they were finished, each went into the backyard, one at a time, to
hide his secret paper, or, as they called them, their `hidden treasure.'
Finally, they came together. Morton asked, "OK, so how do we pick Tarzan
this time?"

"Well, let me toss a coin. That's fair, isn't it." Kent offered, and Morton
nodded his head. It seemed simple.

"OK, heads I win, tails you lose." He immediately flipped the quarter into
the air and let it land on the kitchen floor. The quarter was spinning on
edge, and when it finally stopped, Kent yelled, "It's tails, you lose,
you're Tarzan this time. Isn't that great!" Not wanting Morton to think
about how he phrased the call, Kent immediately got Morton talking about
what he would wear and how he would behave and talk like Tarzan.

Morton went on to think about his Tarzan character and envisioned what he
would look like as Tarzan.

Morton was surprised that Kent was so happy with him getting the "title
role." Morton did not realize that Kent was thinking ahead to have his
buddy spend the entire game tied up and subjected to whatever brilliant
torments popped into Kent's imaginative brain. They used to play games like
Cowboys and Indians, where they would tie each other up alternately. Or
bank robber and cop. They had been playing various games for three years,
and each year, their games would get a little more detailed. In their
previous games, any bondage applied was always a pretend, playful element,
never seriously done. But these brothers had grown a lot and gradually
became more creative. This afternoon's Tarzan game would break some
important new ground and cross some boundaries for both brothers.

So there was Morton, completely naked, wearing only a homemade loincloth
and a quickly crafted necklace. Nothing else, not even underwear or
shoes. He stood before Kent with his hands tied high above his head.

With his hands on his hips, his usual conqueror's pose, Kent stood and
looked at his older brother. "Well, Tarzan," he said. "At last, I have you
in my power! Tarzan, will you tell me where the treasure is hidden and save
yourself a lot of pain?"

"No!" Morton said. "Tarzan never tell you anything!" Morton did his best to
imitate Tarzan's broken English and pulled down hard on the ropes that held
his arms stretched up to the heavy, horizontal tree branch. This was the
part that Kent was really looking forward to, the part where Morton would
defy him when his prisoner refused to cooperate, just like in the movie
they saw. Kent came up very close to the "struggling" Tarzan and grabbed a
fist full of his hair in his right hand, "I'll use this knife to split you
open," while he traced a line down Morton's tight chest and belly with the
forefinger of his left hand, pretending it was a knife.

"Oh, you'll tell me all right!" he said. "Eventually, it may take a while,
but `we' (referring to his imaginary helpers) have ways to make you
talk. Change your mind now, Tarzan, and save yourself the sweat and the
agony," he demanded. Of course, since they played capture games for years
as cowboys and Indians. Kent knew that Morton wouldn't easily weaken. Kent
looked forward to continuing to the part where he'd make Tarzan talk.

True to his role, Morton was stubborn and unafraid. "No! Never! Tarzan, not
afraid of what you might do to him! Tarzan never tell!"

"Then, let the torture begin!" he announced jubilantly to all his cohorts
assembled in their backyard jungle. Kent exaggerated, looking at his
followers.

No doubt, the same imaginary villains that just a few minutes before had
dragged Morton before him with his hands tied behind his back. These same
imaginary bad guys helped him prepare Morton for the torture by
spread-eagling him beneath the branch.

As usual, the first course of torments was a brisk round of tickling that
covered his neck, armpits, chest, belly, and thighs. Morton was fairly
ticklish and dreaded this part of the games, but he was not ticklish enough
to spill the beans. So, Kent went on to `other game scenes' he had
fantasized about ever since they first came up with this game scenario.

At first, these backyard games were mostly about catching, tying up, and
escaping. With the cowboy and Indian theme, the tying up was always loosely
done so the victim could escape and be recaptured or not. It had to be that
way, or after one of them was tied up, there was nothing more to do in that
game, so the escaping, and how that was accomplished, was a big part of
those games.

Perhaps it was the simple reason that they were older now and needed more
complexity or challenges in the games that made the bondage more real.

Morton, who actually thought up this Tarzan theme game, never really
thought it through, or at least, never considered Kent's take on it. Morton
knew that the games gradually got more complicated. Here, Kent wanted to
act out every intense movie scene related to Tarzan's capture.

In past games, tickling was the major tool of "torture" since both brothers
hated being tickled. Ice cubes were also applied to a bare chest, along
with some playful spanking. But that was then.

Kent took his top roles more seriously than Morton did when he was the
captor. Aside from the rich pleasures of all the ritualistic aspects they
acted out, Kent's secret lust was to see how long Morton could hold out
against whatever exquisite torments Kent ingeniously devised. Although they
never discussed it. It soon became apparent that the increased realism of
the games was deeply satisfying to both of them. So, consciously or
unconsciously, they each encouraged these "interesting" developments.

In the past, whoever was the bondage victim always got free rather
quickly. However, several things are different today. One, Morton's hands
were tied -- for real - behind his back before he was brought to the tree
by the imaginary bad guys. He knew that he could not get them loose. He
initially panicked, but he was also excited by it.

Also, when this tree branch was used before, the victim's feet were never
tied. With one's feet free (and with looser hand bondage), the captive had
some leverage to get his hands untied. Again, this time, things were
different. Kent went the extra step to pound metal stakes about four feet
apart into the ground. Then he tied each of Morton's ankles to a stake,
securing them tightly, as well as spreading his legs wide. Morton thought
this was new, weird, and a little uncomfortable, but nothing hurt. There
was something about being truly helpless that was erotic to Morton. Now,
there was a new element. He had to trust his little brother.

"You'll tell me where the treasure is, or you will be sorry, Tarzan." Kent
postured.

"Me, Tarzan King of Jungle, you'll never get it out of me." Morton defied
him.

Kent approached the nearly naked Tarzan and stared. For the first time, at
least consciously, he saw his loincloth-clad big brother as sexy. It was
weird because both boys were straight. Part of what appealed to Kent was
that Morton was not only almost naked -- for the first time in any of their
games - but Morton was the older, more dominant, of the two, and he was now
tied up and vulnerable. Gradually, Morton's physique went from boyish to
toned over the past few years. When had that happened? Something clicked in
Kent's mind. It was like he was in a daze, seeing Morton as a "man" for the
first time; he was drooling and feasting his eyes as he had never had
before. Weird.

"Time to get started," Kent thought, then jammed a wad of cloth into
Tarzan's mouth as a gag. He grabbed a roll of masking tape, tore off a
piece, and taped it over his mouth to prevent Tarzan from pushing the rag
gag out. Then he put the tape down.

But then, he picked it up again. Applying that one piece of tape over
Tarzan's mouth gave him a great idea. "Yes, more tape. Of course, much more
tape!" he said. "Yes. What a great idea for torture!"

Kent went to town, pulling off another piece from the roll and sticking it
over Morton's right nipple, then another short strip over his
left. "Fabulous torture!" he considered.

Moton thought this was dumb. What kind of silly" torture' is this?

Kent applied more four-inch strips onto the sides of Tarzan's torso and his
slightly hairy underarms. Kent thought that'd yield a nice "ouch" when
ripping those off. Kent was not finished. Why should he stop now? His sexy
big brother in his skimpy loincloth was all his to do with as he
pleased. The loincloth presented a lot of sexy bare skin for Kent
to... to... play with. Plus, Morton was gagged. How could he object now? So
he placed a strip on his lower belly, just above his low-waisted
loincloth. There was a tiny bit of pubic hair showing there. Kent would be
rewarded with a nice "ouch" when he ripped it off.

Kent was humming with a kind of evil grin and placed pieces of tape on
Morton's outer thighs. The loincloth, which hung down over his dick in
front and down the center portion of his ass in back, left his outer thigh
skin bare at the hips. You could see about 10 inches of the rawhide
bootlace waist tie. So, this was a fertile area to tape over. More tape
strips were stuck to the sensitive skin on the back of his thighs and also
behind Morton's knees. And now Kent applied a strip to what he thought
would be the biggest "ouch" producer, the tender skin inside Morton's
thighs. Several strips were stuck on each side, ensuring they did not
overlap. Of course, he found a few other tender areas he thought he'd
cover, just for the hell of it.

All along, Morton, behind his taped-over gag, thought Kent was decorating
his body. He had no idea what was to come in the way of torture. He was not
concerned at all. Rather, he enjoyed being touched and rubbed in the
various areas where Kent applied tape and press-rubbed it to stick
thoroughly. It felt nice to have his body rubbed all over this.

Kent put down the roll of tape and stood close to Morton, peering into his
eyes. "Tarzan, King of the Jungle, are you ready to tell me where you hid
your secret paper ... I mean the `secret treasure'?"

Of course, Morton was gagged, so he shook his head no. Without breaking his
eye-to-eye stare with his captive, Kent slowly and sneakily put his right
hand to the tape on Morton's left outside thigh. When Morton was wondering
what all the staring was about, Kent slowly pulled the tape off, causing
Morton to cry a muffled, "OOOOWWWEEEE!"

Kent smiled, "How about now? You wanna give up the location now?" Again,
Morton shook his head no.

"OK ... let the games really begin!" Kent giggled. So he peeled off each
strip of tape. Some snapped quickly off, some removed painfully slow, just
for variety. The thighs weren't bad, but the nerves of his lower stomach
began to twitch and fidget when he slowly pulled those off. Tarzan yanked
on his bonds. The way his arms were stretched upward so tightly. Tarzan was
balanced one his tiptoes. He could not rest his full body weight on his
feet and have them flat on the ground. That put too much strain on his
wrists, arms, and shoulders. So when a tape was removed, Tarzan would jerk
and bounce upward and downward, alternating a moderate pain between his
feet and shoulders.

The most painful tape removals were the ones over his sensitive nipples and
in his tender armpits. These Kent would remove very slowly. Even though
Morton was only slightly hairy, there was enough hair there to create
louder, muffed "Ouches." Mercifully protected by his loincloth, there was
no way Kent could access his groin area to engage Morton in a more devilish
torture.

To be continued...