Lesson Learned by JM
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My mission was clear. I was too confiscate the blue flag from the last opposing team. My friends and I had enjoyed playing war games in the woods. It seems a little childish but we took it very seriously. Once a month we would venture out to the local woods and divide into teams. The goal of the teams was to retrieve all the flags of your opponents the team with all the flags and less captured were too have bragging rights and as many beers bought for them as possible.
Now I know I’m a little cocky, but I had good reason to be. My team had won the last three outings with me as team lead. I was looking for four in a row. Two hours into the game my team had captured 3 of the five remaining flags. We were all accounted for and it was my turn to retrieve the fourth. The blue team was our biggest competition. They were highly competitive. They would stop at no measures to win. Part of the rules we had come up with read that every time a teammate ventured out to get a flag he was to take the flags confiscated with him. This made the game interesting, because if we were captured our flags would be taken and we would lose. As team lead I was to grab the last two flags to assure victory.
I made my way through the woods. The sun had set and I was tired. I was looking forward to a cold one to wet my palate and feeling damn proud of myself. I made sure to be as quiet as possible. We had discovered the blue teams hideout and I devised a plan to circle it from the opposite side where they would not expect me. I strategically made my way through the woods. I made sure not to step on broken branches and keep my noise down to a minimum. The night air became cool, but I still sweated. I was unusually nervous. Something felt off balance. But still I took a few minutes to drain my bladder. That was my mistake. I turned to find 3 blue team members following me. It was over.
I had never been captured before. They were going to make sure I would never forget it. After I was securely bound with rope they began to taunt me. Too add insult to my already bruised ego they used my teams red flag to shut me up. The stuffed the flag between my teeth and tied it behind my head. The rope that secured me burned my skin. My fatigues were no guard against the tight ropes. The more I struggled the more it hurt. I tried to yell but only incoherent moans and saliva left my cleave gagged mouth. I tried with all my strength to break loose, twisting and turning struggling against the knots. It was no use and they were not done with me.
After securing my already bruised wrists to trees, they decided to go a step further. To make me an example they pulled down my pants and underwear and tied a rope to my sensitive manhood. I was not going to struggle for the life of me now. By this time the gag in my mouth was wet with my saliva, my limbs ached, and all but the flag that gagged me were gone. I was never going to hear the end of this.
The End
The Captive Soldier played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff