The bully, the tree and me (mm/mf) Part 3 added 1/24/24
Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2023 6:30 pm
I stood there against my tree. My wrists were tied together behind my back, then a separate rope secured my arms to the tree around my elbows. My ankles were also tied together and secured to the tree, as well as my legs just above and below the knees.
It was a warm spring day and I had decided that morning that a short sleeve, yellow t-shirt would be good to wear to school along with long, khaki pants, white socks and gym shoes. My school did not have uniforms so I was free to wear what I wanted, within certain limits of course.
Unfortunately, my shoes and socks had been removed and one of the socks had been stuffed in my mouth before a bandana was used to gag me, with the bandana secured around the back of my neck. The rope was tight against the bare skin of my wrists, elbows and ankles. The tightness of the rope above and below my knees was tempered some by my pants.
I had not planned on being tied to my tree on this afternoon, or any afternoon, but I was not particularly surprised. I had no idea how I would get out of this.
So, why do I call it “my tree”?
I was 12 years old at the time. School was not a fun place, mainly because of a bully named Marko who made my life miserable. I didn’t have too many friends but there were a few other boys who I would sometimes hang around with. Much of the time I preferred to be alone.
I really don’t know for sure why Marko had it out for me. I know I was terrible at sports and was always the last boy picked when we were choosing teams for kick ball at recess. I hated that. Maybe that was why.
There was a secluded wooded area not far from the school. I would go there during breaks and after school to get away from the crowds and, in particular, Marko. I loved the woods. I loved being outside and by this time in the spring I had achieved a decent tan. Few people ever wandered into this area so I could be alone with my thoughts and away from Marko. The trees were beautiful and peaceful.
There was one tree in particular, in the middle of the woodland, that I particularly gravitated to. It was a large oak tree with rounded leaf margins. I keyed it out in a book I found in the school library and discovered it was a white oak. The tree soared into the forest canopy with a mighty trunk several feet in diameter.
This became my favorite spot in the woodland. I would come to this spot, under this tree, my tree, to read, meditate, be alone with my thoughts, and most importantly be away from my tormentor, Marko.
Whenever I would visit my tree, I would also appreciate it and its lovely ecosystem. I loved the masses of fallen leaves, twigs, and a few branches, as well as mosses and lichens. There was a pleasant organic smell around my tree. Acorns abounded. Everything about that place was just very nice and calming. Wildlife liked my tree too. Especially the squirrels. Sometimes it seemed they were trying to drop acorns on me. It was pretty funny, unless one hit me!
The dappled sun was just enough to provide a degree of warmth in the coolness of the woodland shade. I would sit in the shade of my tree and read, but sometimes I would simply pick apart acorns, sticks, twigs, or insect galls which abounded around my tree.
I did not live far from my school or my tree. On weekends, if I did not have anything else to do, I would sometimes go and hang out with my tree. It was a safe place. A place I could feel at one with nature and with my thoughts. Nobody ever came around.
On that warm Saturday, I had walked into the woodland after lunch. The leaves of my tree had only recently unfurled from their winter nap and the insects were happily buzzing about my tree. I was in heaven as I curled up at its base with my book.
“Hey, asshole.”
I was startled from my serenity by the evil croaking of my nemesis, Marko. I looked up and he was standing there with one of his friends, whose name I didn’t know. Most of the time I simply avoided Marko or made a wide circumnavigation around him. Why had he shown up here? I had never seen him here.
“Hi”, I said timidy.
“What ya doin’, twit face,” Marko said. ‘Is the nerd reading his book.”
I blushed a little bit and looked at the ground.
“I thought you might be here,” Marko said. “I’ve been watching you and I know this is where you come.”
He had been watching me? Why me? I shuddered.
“What do you want,” I asked, shakily.
“We want to play a little game,” Marko said.
‘A game?” I asked.
“Yeah, a game.”
“What kind of game?” I asked.
“I call it kidnap the little twit and hold him hostage,” Marko said.
“Kidnap?” I said, getting scared.
“I need a victim. Do you know where I can find a victim?” Marko asked facetiously.
I just looked at him.
“Hey, I know. How about you, runt,” he said, pointing at me.
“I don’t want to play your game,” I said.
“That’s too bad,” Marko said. “I usually don’t give kidnap victims a choice. Grab him, Timmy.” Well, at least I now knew Timmy’s name as he came over, pulled me to my feet, and held on to me tightly.”
“Don’t scream or it might get worse for you,” Marko said.
I saw Marko present a whole role of cotton clothesline as Timmy turned me around and pulled my arms around to my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Well, Ronnie, if we’re kidnapping you we need to tie you up,” Marko said
.
“Tie me up?” I replied. I had never been tied up before, especially not for real. I had seen it in movies and it sent chills through me.
“You don’t need to tie me up,” I said plaintively.
“Oh, we definitely need to tie you up,” Marko said as his goon Timmy crossed my wrists behind my back.
I watched as Marko unwrapped and unwound the cotton clothes line. He pulled out a menacing looking pocket knife which he used to cut the clothes line into substantial lengths.
Marko walked behind me with several lengths of the rope. I then felt the rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists several times, then knotted quite securely. Then I felt him wrapping more rope around my wrists in another direction and he knotted that securely. I had no idea what he was doing, but I felt more rope being wrapped, it felt like between my wrists, then all my wrist bindings were suddenly cinched tight.
“Ouch, that hurts,” I said as the ropes bit into the skin of my wrists.
“Good,” said Marko. “Stand him against the tree.”
Timmy led me over to my tree and had me stand with my back against it, my tied wrists between my back and the tree.
“What are you doing?” I cried.
“We thought it would be fun to tie you to this tree,” Marko said. “That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I cried, “I don’t want to be tied to my tree.”
“Your tree? Well, that’s a shame,” Marko said, “because that’s what we’re gonna do.”
Marko doubled up the long rope and wrapped one end around my right arm near my elbow. He then took the double length of rope and wrapped it around the tree trunk to my left arm, tying it off tightly to my left arm near my elbow and securing my arms to my tree.
“Does it have to be so tight,” I asked.
“Why yes,” Marko said, grinning, “we wouldn’t want you freeing yourself, would we?”
Marko then pulled off my shoes and socks and took another length of rope and began wrapping it around my now bare ankles. He wrapped them several times, knotting it tightly, then wound it around my ankle bindings and between my ankles and cinched it tight against the skin of my bare ankles. He repeated this on my legs, just above my knees, over my pants. More rope was used to attach my ankle and leg bindings around my tree.
“There, Ronnie, you’re all tied up.”
I glared at him. It sounds cliché but all I could think of to say was, “what are you going to do with me.”
“We’ve already done it,” Marko said with a smirk. “Come on, Timmy. Let’s go.”
“Wait, where are you going?” I cried after them. “You can’t just leave me like this.”
Marko and Timmy stopped.
“We can’t?” Marko smirked. “Shut up, asshole. I’m pretty sure we can leave you like this and there isn’t a whole lot you can do to stop us.””
With that one of my socks was rolled up and stuffed in my mouth. Then a bandana was used to gag me, with the bandana secured around the back of my neck.
“DWWNT LWWWVE MUUUUU,” was all I could muster through my sock gag.
Apparently, they could just leave me like that because they departed as swiftly as they arrived and I was left alone, securely tied to my tree.
I was in shock. What had been a nice, pleasant day in my favorite, peaceful place had turned into a horrible nightmare in my favorite, peaceful place.
Like I said earlier, I had never been tied up before, at least not for real. It was a strange sensation to be tied up and immobilized like that. The ropes were tight. I couldn’t see how my wrists were tied behind my back but I could feel rope wrapped around them multiple times, and it was cinched tight.
Never having been tied up before, I thought I might be able to squeeze my hands out of the ropes and escape. That’s how it’s done in the movies, right? I tried this for some time but it seemed as though my wrists were practically glued together. I saw no way that I was going to squeeze my hands out of this.
My elbows were pulled back so I couldn’t get a good look at how they were tied. I tried to move my legs and they were pretty immobilized to my tree too. I really didn’t know what to do. I struggled against the ropes which bound me but it did no good. I panicked a bit, pulling and thrashing around like a trapped animal. That did no good either. I guess I basically was a trapped animal. All I could do for a while was sob into my gag.
After getting that out of my system, I just stood there not knowing what to do. I was stuck. I knew people seldom came into this area so the chances of someone happening by were very small. With my mouth gagged, I was not able to make more than a few muffled cries.
Time dragged on...
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It was a warm spring day and I had decided that morning that a short sleeve, yellow t-shirt would be good to wear to school along with long, khaki pants, white socks and gym shoes. My school did not have uniforms so I was free to wear what I wanted, within certain limits of course.
Unfortunately, my shoes and socks had been removed and one of the socks had been stuffed in my mouth before a bandana was used to gag me, with the bandana secured around the back of my neck. The rope was tight against the bare skin of my wrists, elbows and ankles. The tightness of the rope above and below my knees was tempered some by my pants.
I had not planned on being tied to my tree on this afternoon, or any afternoon, but I was not particularly surprised. I had no idea how I would get out of this.
So, why do I call it “my tree”?
I was 12 years old at the time. School was not a fun place, mainly because of a bully named Marko who made my life miserable. I didn’t have too many friends but there were a few other boys who I would sometimes hang around with. Much of the time I preferred to be alone.
I really don’t know for sure why Marko had it out for me. I know I was terrible at sports and was always the last boy picked when we were choosing teams for kick ball at recess. I hated that. Maybe that was why.
There was a secluded wooded area not far from the school. I would go there during breaks and after school to get away from the crowds and, in particular, Marko. I loved the woods. I loved being outside and by this time in the spring I had achieved a decent tan. Few people ever wandered into this area so I could be alone with my thoughts and away from Marko. The trees were beautiful and peaceful.
There was one tree in particular, in the middle of the woodland, that I particularly gravitated to. It was a large oak tree with rounded leaf margins. I keyed it out in a book I found in the school library and discovered it was a white oak. The tree soared into the forest canopy with a mighty trunk several feet in diameter.
This became my favorite spot in the woodland. I would come to this spot, under this tree, my tree, to read, meditate, be alone with my thoughts, and most importantly be away from my tormentor, Marko.
Whenever I would visit my tree, I would also appreciate it and its lovely ecosystem. I loved the masses of fallen leaves, twigs, and a few branches, as well as mosses and lichens. There was a pleasant organic smell around my tree. Acorns abounded. Everything about that place was just very nice and calming. Wildlife liked my tree too. Especially the squirrels. Sometimes it seemed they were trying to drop acorns on me. It was pretty funny, unless one hit me!
The dappled sun was just enough to provide a degree of warmth in the coolness of the woodland shade. I would sit in the shade of my tree and read, but sometimes I would simply pick apart acorns, sticks, twigs, or insect galls which abounded around my tree.
I did not live far from my school or my tree. On weekends, if I did not have anything else to do, I would sometimes go and hang out with my tree. It was a safe place. A place I could feel at one with nature and with my thoughts. Nobody ever came around.
On that warm Saturday, I had walked into the woodland after lunch. The leaves of my tree had only recently unfurled from their winter nap and the insects were happily buzzing about my tree. I was in heaven as I curled up at its base with my book.
“Hey, asshole.”
I was startled from my serenity by the evil croaking of my nemesis, Marko. I looked up and he was standing there with one of his friends, whose name I didn’t know. Most of the time I simply avoided Marko or made a wide circumnavigation around him. Why had he shown up here? I had never seen him here.
“Hi”, I said timidy.
“What ya doin’, twit face,” Marko said. ‘Is the nerd reading his book.”
I blushed a little bit and looked at the ground.
“I thought you might be here,” Marko said. “I’ve been watching you and I know this is where you come.”
He had been watching me? Why me? I shuddered.
“What do you want,” I asked, shakily.
“We want to play a little game,” Marko said.
‘A game?” I asked.
“Yeah, a game.”
“What kind of game?” I asked.
“I call it kidnap the little twit and hold him hostage,” Marko said.
“Kidnap?” I said, getting scared.
“I need a victim. Do you know where I can find a victim?” Marko asked facetiously.
I just looked at him.
“Hey, I know. How about you, runt,” he said, pointing at me.
“I don’t want to play your game,” I said.
“That’s too bad,” Marko said. “I usually don’t give kidnap victims a choice. Grab him, Timmy.” Well, at least I now knew Timmy’s name as he came over, pulled me to my feet, and held on to me tightly.”
“Don’t scream or it might get worse for you,” Marko said.
I saw Marko present a whole role of cotton clothesline as Timmy turned me around and pulled my arms around to my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Well, Ronnie, if we’re kidnapping you we need to tie you up,” Marko said
.
“Tie me up?” I replied. I had never been tied up before, especially not for real. I had seen it in movies and it sent chills through me.
“You don’t need to tie me up,” I said plaintively.
“Oh, we definitely need to tie you up,” Marko said as his goon Timmy crossed my wrists behind my back.
I watched as Marko unwrapped and unwound the cotton clothes line. He pulled out a menacing looking pocket knife which he used to cut the clothes line into substantial lengths.
Marko walked behind me with several lengths of the rope. I then felt the rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists several times, then knotted quite securely. Then I felt him wrapping more rope around my wrists in another direction and he knotted that securely. I had no idea what he was doing, but I felt more rope being wrapped, it felt like between my wrists, then all my wrist bindings were suddenly cinched tight.
“Ouch, that hurts,” I said as the ropes bit into the skin of my wrists.
“Good,” said Marko. “Stand him against the tree.”
Timmy led me over to my tree and had me stand with my back against it, my tied wrists between my back and the tree.
“What are you doing?” I cried.
“We thought it would be fun to tie you to this tree,” Marko said. “That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I cried, “I don’t want to be tied to my tree.”
“Your tree? Well, that’s a shame,” Marko said, “because that’s what we’re gonna do.”
Marko doubled up the long rope and wrapped one end around my right arm near my elbow. He then took the double length of rope and wrapped it around the tree trunk to my left arm, tying it off tightly to my left arm near my elbow and securing my arms to my tree.
“Does it have to be so tight,” I asked.
“Why yes,” Marko said, grinning, “we wouldn’t want you freeing yourself, would we?”
Marko then pulled off my shoes and socks and took another length of rope and began wrapping it around my now bare ankles. He wrapped them several times, knotting it tightly, then wound it around my ankle bindings and between my ankles and cinched it tight against the skin of my bare ankles. He repeated this on my legs, just above my knees, over my pants. More rope was used to attach my ankle and leg bindings around my tree.
“There, Ronnie, you’re all tied up.”
I glared at him. It sounds cliché but all I could think of to say was, “what are you going to do with me.”
“We’ve already done it,” Marko said with a smirk. “Come on, Timmy. Let’s go.”
“Wait, where are you going?” I cried after them. “You can’t just leave me like this.”
Marko and Timmy stopped.
“We can’t?” Marko smirked. “Shut up, asshole. I’m pretty sure we can leave you like this and there isn’t a whole lot you can do to stop us.””
With that one of my socks was rolled up and stuffed in my mouth. Then a bandana was used to gag me, with the bandana secured around the back of my neck.
“DWWNT LWWWVE MUUUUU,” was all I could muster through my sock gag.
Apparently, they could just leave me like that because they departed as swiftly as they arrived and I was left alone, securely tied to my tree.
I was in shock. What had been a nice, pleasant day in my favorite, peaceful place had turned into a horrible nightmare in my favorite, peaceful place.
Like I said earlier, I had never been tied up before, at least not for real. It was a strange sensation to be tied up and immobilized like that. The ropes were tight. I couldn’t see how my wrists were tied behind my back but I could feel rope wrapped around them multiple times, and it was cinched tight.
Never having been tied up before, I thought I might be able to squeeze my hands out of the ropes and escape. That’s how it’s done in the movies, right? I tried this for some time but it seemed as though my wrists were practically glued together. I saw no way that I was going to squeeze my hands out of this.
My elbows were pulled back so I couldn’t get a good look at how they were tied. I tried to move my legs and they were pretty immobilized to my tree too. I really didn’t know what to do. I struggled against the ropes which bound me but it did no good. I panicked a bit, pulling and thrashing around like a trapped animal. That did no good either. I guess I basically was a trapped animal. All I could do for a while was sob into my gag.
After getting that out of my system, I just stood there not knowing what to do. I was stuck. I knew people seldom came into this area so the chances of someone happening by were very small. With my mouth gagged, I was not able to make more than a few muffled cries.
Time dragged on...
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