CHAPTER 1 – Ron’s Discovery
Ron was a pretty normal kid. At a few months past the age of 13, he was about 5’ 6” (160 cm) and weighed 132 pounds (60 kg). He had blond hair, blue hairs, and good looks – and was active in school sports. His activities were pretty typical for an American boy his age – until one quiet Saturday morning in early October he decided to pay a visit to his friends Robin and Fred Karma without calling ahead first. This decision to pay a surprise visit to his best friends changed his life considerably.
The Karma brothers were the sons of Somali parents, but had been born in America. Fred was a year younger than Ron while his brother Fred was a year older than Ron. Being as close to the age of one as he as to the other, Ron had made friends with them both, and they’d often spent much time playing together from the time they were in grade school.
Ron rode his bike to the Karma farm and knocked on the door. When no one answered even after several attempts, he was about to leave when he heard sounds of soft laughter and at least one familiar voice coming from the woods right behind the barn that stood at some distance from the Karma house. Figuring he’d find at least one of his friends there, Ron walked over to where he heard the sounds to check them out.
He found them all right. Just as soon as Ron round the corner of the barn he saw Robin, wearing nothing more than a set of cut-off shorts, lying down on the grass between a pair of small trees. There was nothing unusual about that… except that his wrists were bound securely with clothesline around one tree and his ankles bound equally securely around the other, and he was gagged with someone’s t-shirt. A shirtless red-headed boy Ron didn’t know (although he was about Ron’s own age) was sitting on Robin’s chest and merrily slapping Robin in the face.
Ron might have reacted in anger and rushed forward to help his friend Robin except for two other things. For one thing, Fred was there as well; sitting on Robin’s stomach… looking as dismayed at the sight of Ron as the red-headed boy (who stopped slapping Robin the moment he became aware of Ron’s presence). Since Ron was sure that Fred wouldn’t help some other kid hurt Robin, he figured it was some sort of game. Besides this, Robin himself looked as dismayed to see Ron as wee his two tormentors. This seemed more the reaction of someone sorry to have their fun interrupted than it was of someone happy to see a potential rescuer arrive.
Ron paused in awkward silence; uncertain who was feeling the most uncomfortable about his sudden intrusion into the scene. None of the other three looked angry or resentful; just highly embarrassed. Deciding that the best thing to do would simply be to leave, Ron backed away and held out his hands in placation. “Whoops! Sorry guys! I guess I’m intruding! I’ll just go away now! Bye!”
Fred suddenly jumped up and hurried toward Ron, which startled the older blond boy a bit until he realized the other boy wasn’t following suit. “Wait Ron! Don’t go!” Fred pleaded to his friend in a voice meant to soothe rather than threaten. Ron continued to back away while Fred continued forward, though Fred made no attempt to close the distance between them. “Please, Ron! Wait! Robin and I can explain everything!”
“You don’t need to explain anything to me, dude!” Ron said as he turned around and walked rapidly toward his bicycle. “It’s none of my business!”
“But we *want* you to understand!” Fred insisted, sounding more scared than anything else. “Please, will you just let me explain?”
Ron paused as he stood beside his bicycle and looked back. He and Fred were still alone; the red-headed boy had remained with Robin. As far as Ron could see, he was making no move to untie Robin but merely continued to sit on him – though the attentions of both boys were clearly focused on him and Fred now. Fred was big for his age but still smaller and lighter than Ron; he certainly posed no threat to Ron even if he were angry, which at the moment he definitely did not seem to be. Deciding that Fred wouldn’t be likely to try to fight him nor succeed even if he tried, Ron relaxed and nodded his acquiescence.
“Wanna a drink?” Fred asked he beckoned Ron toward the house.
It was a hot day for October so Ron nodded in agreement. Fred walked him to the house and got a can of ice-cold soda for him and another for himself. The two sat at the kitchen table for a moment and Fred sought for the right words to ease his friend’s concerns.
“Ron, I don’t know what you think of what you saw, but we’re just having a little harmless fun,” Fred told him earnestly. “It’s just a game. Come on back and join us! It’s nothing that’s private from *you*! Honest! And it’s fun, too!”
“Why have you got Robin all tied up then if it’s so fun?” asked Ron in some puzzlement.
“But that’s the whole point of the game, replied Fred with a smile. “Robin and I like to tie up and torment each other. We take turns when our parents aren’t around to see us!”
“Take turns?” asked Ron in surprise. “You mean you’ve done this before?”
“Sure! Lots of times!” Fred relied with unfeigned nonchalance.
“How long have you been… doing it?” Ron asked, becoming somewhat fascinated now.
“We’ve been ‘doing it’ for years now,” replied Fred. “We didn’t tell anyone else about it because we were afraid that people would think we were queer or something.”
“So who’s the other kid?” asked Ron as the two finished their sodas and stepped outside again. “How’d he find out?”
“That’s Donny Allen,” Fred explained. “He found out just a couple of weeks ago; pretty much the same way you did. He caught us together behind the backstop fence by the baseball field after classes were out for the day. I’d tied Robin’s hands behind his back and tied his feet together, and I was twisting his nose when Danny saw us. Luckily it wasn’t the other way around; Danny might’ve reacted differently had he seen Robin on top of me, since Robin is bigger than he is. But as it was, I was smaller and lots less intimidating; and Danny came closer when I invited him over. Seeing that Robin didn’t seem to mind his presence, Donny quickly grew bolder. I a minute or so, he even asked me if I wanted any help beating Robin up!
“We were both curious to see what Donny would do, so we silently agreed to let him do whatever he wanted. So Donny began sitting on Robin’s chest and slapped his face – over and over again – while I sat on Robin’s stomach and let him. I even encouraged him to hit Robin even harder. So did Robin; he was laughing and even began egging Donny on! Before long, Donny and I were taking turns finding fresh ways to ‘torment’ Robin – who loved every moment of it! Donny was so enthusiastic about this that we invited him home to sit on and torment Robin and – before long – me, on a regular basis.
“Within a couple of days, Donny was letting Robin and me sit on him and tease him as well, though we don’t tie him up yet. I think he’ll soon be ready to let us though. We thought of inviting you too after all, you’re our best friend. But we didn’t want to risk spoiling what’s been a good, long friendship. We were afraid of how you’d react – especially to the idea of tying up and sitting on *us* yourself!”
“Yeah, I’m not sure how I’m reacting to that idea myself yet,” Ron replied; but he was laughing and grinning happily when he said it.
Encouraged, Fred pressed the matter gently. “So, would you like to try it?” he asked Ron.
“Are you sure you’d want *me* to tie you up and sit on you and – and torment you too?” Ron asked hesitantly.
“I sure would,” Fred replied with unfeigned eagerness. “More than anything!” Then he calmed down and proceed more cautiously; “So… uhh… how do you feel about that?”
“What about the other way?” Ron asked neutrally.
“You mean us doing it to you? No, not until you freely tell us we can,” Fred insisted. “Even if you say never, that’s fine with us as long as you’d do it to us!”
Ron hesitated for only another moment. “Got any rope handy?”
“Sure! There’s plenty of rope in the barn!” Fred replied with an eager smile. Apparently too eager to wait, he ran into the barn to find some rope while Ron walked more slowly behind him. By the time Ron entered the barn, Fred had found a coil of rope hanging from a large nail in the wall, took it down, and was dumping it into Ron’s arms. Then he turned his back to Ron and quickly crossed his wrists behind his back to await his tie-up.
Ron tied Fred’s wrists securely behind his back, and then coiled more rope behind the boy’s arms as well. Once he was finished there, he tied Fred’s ankles and then his legs above and below the knees. By the time this was done, Fred was securely trussed up.
“Is that rope too tight?” Ron asked as he helped Fred ease himself down to a lying down position on the hay-covered floor.
“There’s no such thing as too tight!” Fred asserted with a smile as he gestured with a nod of his head for Ron to sit on him.
Ron immediately stepped over the younger boy’s body and knelt down gently on his belly. “Am I too heavy?” Ron asked hesitantly.
“There’s no such thing as too heavy either,” Fred asserted. “Well, not with you anyway! And the hay makes a nice soft cushion – even if it *is* a bit itchy!”
“So… has it occurred to you that now you’re at my mercy?” Ron asked hesitantly – perhaps concerned Robin or Donny might show up to dispute this claim. “What would you do if I decided to do something mean to you – assuming the others didn’t stop me?”
“They won’t interfere,” Fred replied confidently. “What did you have in mind?”
“What if I tickle you?” Ron replied, voicing the first thing he thought of. “I know you’re very ticklish just below your ribs!”
“Go for it!” Fred replied cheerfully. “Come on! Do it!”
So Ron tickled the younger boy; sending him into near hysterics within moments. Ron continued to tickle hi for five minutes; easing up only when Fred appeared to be having trouble catching his breath.
“Got any other ideas?” Fred asked happily even while he was still breathing hard.
“Like what?” Ron asked uncertainly; he couldn’t think of anything else he dared do; not to a friend like Fred anyway.
“Like anything!” Fred replied. “Pretend I’m not your friend. Pretend you hate me. Then do whatever you want to me. That’s all part of the game too!”
“Are you serious?” Ron asked doubtfully. “You’d let me do whatever I wanted and you wouldn’t get mad at me?”
“I’d *never* get mad at you, Ron,” Fred asserted quietly. “So please do whatever you can imagine. Don’t even tell me what it is first! As long as you don’t cut or bruise me or break anything, it’s okay! Really!”
“Well then, let’s see if you really mean that,” Ron replied as he removed his shirt; he’d already gotten warmed up by his exertions and didn’t want to make his shirt sweaty when he exerted himself even more for what he planned next.
TBC