The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:07 am

THE SCHOOL BULLY’S PUNISHMENT


Chapter 1 - The Capture

William “Buzzy” Daniels was without a doubt the worst bully that Danvers High School had ever had. He was not the largest boy in the senior class, nor the strongest, but he was the meanest by far and – with a black belt in Karate – the toughest by far as well. He was just over six feet tall, with a swimmer’s physique and an athletic grace that would have won him a sports scholarship in any college had he cared about sports. But he was a vicious boy who cared about nothing but dominating those who were weaker and smaller than himself, which was about 99% of the student body of Danvers High.

But though virtually every student had either been a victim of his bullying or knew many others who had been, Buzzy was never charged with an offense nor punished with even so much as a detention after school. Somehow he always managed to time his assaults upon hapless students (whether it was for their lunch money or just for ‘fun’) so that there were no teachers and few other students for witnesses. Also, he had a pack of cronies (it was inaccurate to call them friends as he cared little for them) who hung around with him and supported him just to avoid being victims of Buzzy’s bullying themselves. For this reason, attempts by the few students large and strong enough to stand up to Buzzy on their own were unsuccessful either in defending themselves or in protecting others from Buzzy’s self-appointed gang.

Then Buzzy made the mistake of bullying Vincent Garfield. Vincent was the new kid in town. Vincent was a mere freshman; a skinny kid perhaps 5’ 4” and weighing only 125 pounds and no match for Buzzy on his own. He was quick to make friends among his school-mates, but they were no help to him and scattered in fright when Buzzy demanded Vincent’s lunch money. Vincent refused and bravely stood up to Buzzy as if he were the larger and stronger boy – and was immediately swatted like a fly.

But Vincent had a devoted older brother named Frank who was already a high school graduate and was an MP in the Marines. Frank was stationed at the nearby Marine base and visiting home when Vincent came home with a black eye courtesy of Buzzy’s welcoming committee. When Frank found out the circumstances, he decided that Buzzy was due for some payback. But for the sake of his brother’s self esteem and those of his friends (and fellow victims of Buzzy’s bullying), he decided that he could not do this himself; instead, he would enable Vincent and his friends to do it themselves.

For the following two weeks, Vincent and four of his friends in his freshman class (plus a couple of sophomores) met at Vincent’s house, where Frank gave them basic lessons in the martial arts. At the same time, the boys laid plans for teaching Buzzy a lesson that he would never forget.

One Friday afternoon in April, Buzzy was walking home alone after school, looking for anyone he could torment for an hour or two. It was the start of spring break and there would be no school the following week, and be wanted one last bullying session with a helpless freshman before most of his potential victims would be inaccessible to him during that period. The route to his home was well known and avoided by all of the other students by this time however, and so he was generally all alone for most of the way each day. Sometimes one or two of his cronies would walk home with him for a visit, but on this day Buzzy was all by himself; just the way he preferred it. Well, unless a weaker kid showed up that he could corner and play with – in the same way a cat plays with a mouse – for an hour or two. But no kids had been foolish enough to let himself get waylaid in such a fashion before or after school hours for months now.

Then, all of a sudden, Buzzy felt a hard, sharp blow on the back of the head. He staggered (momentarily stunned) for a moment, turned, and realized that someone had thrown a golf-ball sized rock right at the back of his head! And there was the young brazen fool who had done it standing a mere thirty feet in front of him. It was Vincent Garfield, who must have sneaked up behind Buzzy for the last minute or so until he was too close to miss beaning him with that rock.

Buzzy glared at Vincent, who stuck out his tongue and gave him the finger! Buzzy was already seeing red with the impact of that rock, and now he was insanely furious! He immediately charged forward to deal that cheeky brat a well-deserved beating, but Vincent was even faster than Buzzy and ran away from him. Unwilling to let such a misdeed go without immediate retaliation, Buzzy pursued the smaller boy with an angry yell and with no thought of anything except to beat his assailant to a bloody pulp.

Buzzy expected Vincent to run to a place where there would be enough people around to give him temporary safety, but to Buzzy’s amazement and satisfaction, the boy ran into a nearby abandoned lot in apparent panic. Buzzy smiled grimly to himself. The lot was overgrown with weeds and small trees, and fenced in all around; the only way out was the way he had just gone in. Vincent was trapped and – once Buzzy had caught up to him – would be at the older boy’s mercy with no one to see what happened or to hear his cries for help or mercy.

Buzzy reached the open gate and saw his victim a mere fifty feet ahead of him – still running; apparently for dear life. Without pausing for thought, the vengeful Buzzy charged right into the abandoned lot after him. Then, suddenly, Vincent stopped and turned to face his pursuer as if realizing the futility of flight and was making a futile stand just like the first time they met. With grim satisfaction, Buzzy slowed down and walked toward the smaller boy with arrogant confidence. First he would knock the boy down and straddle his chest, beat on him until he begged for mercy, make him give Buzzy his wallet, maybe force him to do something really humiliating like suck on his…

Still planning his fun for the day, Buzzy was immediately tackled from behind by the six boys who had been patiently waiting for him right behind the fence. Before Buzzy realized he was not alone with Vincent, he was laying face first on the ground and a heavy weight immediately settled on his shoulders. He briefly saw a pair of bare knees kneeling on either side of his head - just before a pair of hands latched onto the back of his head and pushed his face roughly down into the grass. All he could see now was a very close view of the grass beneath his face as a second weight settled onto his back and two of three others onto his struggling legs. A pair of hands grabbed his wrists and forced them together, and Buzzy suddenly felt cold metal encircle his wrists at the same time he heard the clicking shit of a pair of handcuffs.

Terrified now, Buzzy tried to struggle; but his face was still held firmly to the ground by the first set of hands while his handcuffed wrists were still being firmly held by the second. And now he felt more hands hold down his legs to keep them from thrashing around, and a sensation of tightness around his ankles and another set of metallic clicks in the same area told him that a set of leg-cuffs had now been locked there as well. Despite his increasingly hopeless position, Buzzy began to swear revenge on whoever was doing this and continued his futile struggles.

The hands pushing down the back of his head suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled his head upward. Buzzy had a quick glimpse of Vincent slowly walking toward him when a new pair of hands appeared right in front of him. They wrapped a cloth of some kind over Buzzy’s eyes and then tightly around the back of his head. He was blindfolded! More scared than ever, Buzzy continued to yell… and felt something soft and cloth-like shoved right into his open mouth! Whatever it was must have been wadded up, because it immediately expanded to fill his mouth entirely. Before he could spit out the thing, another cloth was tied firmly and securely over his mouth – effectively gagging him.

His unseen tormentors were giggling as they continued to hold him down. Suddenly Buzzy felt ropes being tied tightly around his arms, wrists, ankles, knees and thighs all at the same time. Before long, he felt like a fly trapped inside a spider-web cocoon, and he was helpless to move a muscle from the neck down.

Buzzy yelled incoherently into his gag, making a barely audible sound as he first demanded, and then begged for his release. But his muffled cries went unheeded as his captors continued to keep him pinned to the ground as they finished tying him. All this time they never said one word to him nor to one another; giving him no idea who had ambushed him.

The weights pinning him down abruptly left him – apparently at some silent signal unseen and unheard by him – and several sets of hands roughly turned him over. Then the weights settled back down upon him, leaving him totally incapable of movement. But though Buzzy was expecting something awful to happen to him now, his unseen captors did nothing worse to him other than to keep him pinned down.

Suddenly the blindfold was partially lifted off of his eyes; just enough to enable him to see directly in front of him. Buzzy looked up – now in terror rather than anger – and saw Vincent looking back down at him from where he was kneeling on Buzzy’s chest. “I hope you’re comfortable,” Vincent told him. “You’ve harassed us all for long enough. Now you’re going to find out what it’s like when someone harasses you and won’t stop!”

The blindfold was replaced and Buzzy gritted his teeth in expectation of a sudden beating, but still nothing happened. The boys said nothing further to him or one another, but simply held him imprisoned beneath their combined weight. Vincent apparently got off of him but his weight was immediately replaced with someone else’s. Buzzy then heard Vincent talking at some distance away from him, but all Buzzy made out were the words, “He’s ready! Bye!” He had apparently being using his cell phone to call someone - but who? And ready for WHAT?!

After an unknown length of time, Buzzy heard the sound of a vehicle drive up to the gate of the lot and stop. He heard a door open and close and then another door open. He heard some voices talking indistinctly a short distance away. Then the weights pinning him down disappeared. Unseen hands gripped him by my shoulders, arms, and legs and then lifted him up like an inert sack of grain. At this point Buzzy’s blindfold slipped partially off his eyes, just enough to enable him to see the back of a large van sixty feet away from him but not any of the people who were carrying him straight toward the van. He caught a glimpse of Vincent talking with a young man about twenty years old who strongly resembled him, and then Buzzy was slid right onto the floor of the otherwise empty back bay of the van.

Moments later several boys climbed into the back with him, and the back doors closed were behind them. There were too few seats inside the van for all six of them, but that didn’t matter to the other boys; they simply sat on Buzzy as they settled in for the ride. All he could see now was a set of bare, skinny, hairless legs bracing his head and a set of brown shorts and part of a red shirt above them. He could not see any other part of the boy who sat on his chest, nor the faces of any of his other captors. Attempts to talk through his gag were ignored; no one even bothered to slap him to make him be quiet. It was as if he were nothing more than a mere unfeeling cushion that they rested on. Somehow, this was being worse than if they mercilessly pummeled him as he had expected. It was as if he was actually beneath their contempt for the moment and not even worth the bother to torment!

The van started up, and the helpless, thoroughly terrified Buzzy was taken away to an unknown destination and an uncertain but undoubtedly unpleasant fate.


To Be Continued ---
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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:11 am

Good! More please! Thanks!

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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:53 pm

Chapter Two - The Farm

Buzzy tried to talk with his captors through his gag, pleading to be released. But all he could do was make small, incoherent noises - and all those did was cause one of his captors to slap him hard in the face and sternly tell him to keep quiet. Once Buzzy noticed that they did nothing worse to him than to keep sitting on him when he stayed quiet, he desisted in any further attempts at communication as lay as quietly and as unmoving as he could manage. His captors then ignored him completely.

A couple of minutes after the van started, Buzzy heard the musical tones of someone’s cell phone playing. Whoever owned it answered it with a terse, “Yes?” He apparently listened in silence to whoever had called him for a moment, replied with, “Cool! Yeah! We’ll be ready!” and then clicked shut his phone.

“Team two just bagged their target!” the same boy now said to the others holding Buzzy down. “We’ll be picking him up in five! Let’s make room for him.”

The boys who had been sitting on top of Buzzy got up off of him and rolled him from the center of the bay to one side of the van. This done, they made sure he was lying on his back and then sat down on top of him again – sideways though this time rather than straddle him as before. This time all sat with their full weight on top of him rather than relieving some of the pressure on their knees, making it even more difficult for Buzzy to breathe. However, he dared not make a single sound in protest of this. The boy now sitting on Buzzy’s chest was inviting another boy who was still standing to sit down on the one remaining free spot – and gently slapping Buzzy’s face in the process. The boy declined, saying that he would give Buzzy a break as long as Buzzy stayed quiet.

Buzzy now had more than enough incentive to stay as quiet as possible! He neither knew – nor would he have cared - that this was the probable intent of the invitation in the first place; he knew that the implied threat was quite real!

Buzzy felt the van come to a halt and heard a small commotion outside. Then the van bay door was opened up, and Buzzy heard several more boys talking among themselves outside while the others already in the van with him stood up to greet them. Although his blindfold had fallen off by now and had not been replaced, Buzzy could not turn his head well enough to see out the door to find out what was happening.

Abruptly, a feebly struggling human form almost entirely wrapped in duct-tape was slid into the van and left to lay right beside Buzzy. All Buzzy could see through the mass of tape were a pair of eyes (wide open with fright), the hair on the top of the boy’s head, and a nose (breathing rapidly). However, the eyes and hair were enough for Buzzy to realize who his fellow captive was: Anson; one of Buzzy’s cronies and the closest thing to a friend that Buzzy now (or had ever) had.

“Well, that’s two of them!” Buzzy heard Vincent’s voice announce with satisfaction from outside the van as the door was closed again. “That’s two down and four to go!”

This alarmed Buzzy. He had five cronies in all within his loose ‘gang’ who helped enforce his dominance over all the other kids in the high school. His captors obviously intended to capture them all, and perhaps take them to the same fate! And now, with his blindfold off and with daylight coming in through the doorway as well as the one small window in the side, Buzzy could see his captors clearly for the first time. He was not surprised by now though that he recognized them all. Like Vincent, they were freshmen (with one or two he was sure were sophomores) that he had assaulted and taken lunch money (among other personal belongings) from now and then.
He even remembered some of their names. The skinny blond kid with the glasses was Fred. The short, freckle-faced red-head beside him was Ryan. The tall, black kid was named Chris. The Asian boy was named Fong. Buzzy couldn’t remember the name of the handsome, athletic kid with the purple Mohawk nor the shorter black kid, but he knew he had bullied them many times before. Everyone here was a frequent and, in the case of Fred and Phuong, a favorite target of his. He had forced each of them to kneel in front of him and to suck on his…

Buzzy suddenly realized that he might be in even worse trouble than he had thought. If these boys were after revenge and forced HIM to do the same things he had forced some of THEM into doing… well, he’d rather DIE first!!!

None of the boys who had been outside the van had entered the bay (other than the captive the others had just delivered), nor had any of those already in the van with Buzzy left. Now however, Buzzy’s captors split their attention between him and the new captive, leaving at most only three sitting on top of him rather than the four or five who had been doing so before. For Buzzy at least, this was a slight relief. For his new companion in captivity of course it was something else, but Buzzy never gave a thought to that. Knowing that communicating with his fellow captive was worse than pointless, Buzzy now completely ignored him. Frantic attempts on Anson’s part to talk to Buzzy were immediately punished with hard slaps to the face, and soon Anson lapsed into unmoving silence as well.

The other boys talked low among themselves as the van started up again and moved on to its (to Buzzy) still unknown destination. Buzzy was unable to make out most of it, but heard references to how Anson was captured in an ambush similar to his. He also heard one reference to where the van was going to: something about “the old farm.”

After what seemed like an interminable – and, towards the end, an increasingly bumpy – ride, the van came to a halt. Buzzy heard the front van doors open and a voice calling to the other boys in back “We’re here!” The boys holding Buzzy and Anson captive immediately got up happily. One opened the van door and jumped out alongside another boy, while two of the others picked up Buzzy and carried him to the doorway. The two boys outside reached out and took Buzzy off their hands and began to walk away with him somewhere. The other two boys then waited to help the last two boys carry Anson out of the van, and then all followed the boys carrying Buzzy – one even ran up up to come alongside to help the other two already carrying him

Buzzy could not see where he was being taken to at first. All he could see was the van that had brought him here (Vincent and the young man were now standing beside it and closing the back doors), and nothing else but trees and tall grass all around. They were in the rural countryside somewhere; he could tell that much. There was not a house - nor any other people - in sight anywhere; at least at first. Then Buzzy saw a large, well-kept farmhouse come into his limited field of view as he was carried along, but they were passing it by rather than approaching it. No one appeared to be inside it, although the lawn was well tended and the house itself recently painted and well maintained.

Buzzy did see the barn at all until he and his captors were already entering it. It was a very large barn, with a second story loft and a stable with six empty stalls built in the rear of the main floor. Then Buzzy got a closer look at the stables as they approached and realized that they had recently been remodeled considerably. Rather than to keep horses stabled, these stalls had been set up as prison cells to hold people! The doors had been outfitted with bolts, padlocks, and small barred windows to look like jail cells. Inside the first, unoccupied cell they passed, Buzzy caught a quick glimpse of chains and manacles bolted into the wall! Buzzy shivered with growing fright.

They passed a second cell, and Buzzy’s shivers increased. That cell had an occupant! He was blindfolded, gagged, and his wrists and ankles fettered in such a way as to force him to stand upright against the far wall – his arms stretched above his head and bound tightly enough to give him almost no freedom of movement at all. Except for these, the prisoner wore nothing more than a set of black Speedos. However, although Buzzy could not see the prisoner’s face, he could see his hair and body, and he was sure it was Conrad – another of his regular cronies - that he saw in there!

These kids really were out to capture not just him but his entire ‘gang’! Buzzy briefly wondered if all three of his remaining companions would wind up captured here as he, Anson, and Conrad had been. Then he put it out of his mind. All that mattered to him was that HE was now a captive. Even if still free, his remaining cronies were unlikely to find out where he was or make any attempt to help him if they DID find out.

But none of the other cells were occupied, and Buzzy saw all of them before he was taken to the very last one in line, while he caught a glimpse of Anson being placed inside one of the ones he had passed. The boys carrying Buzzy set him gently down on the hay-covered floor and squatted silently around him; apparently waiting for something – or someone. His sole attempt to speak through his gag was immediately silenced with a quick, hard slap to the face. No one said a word to him.

A minute or two later, Vincent walked into the room; and suddenly Buzzy realized that this boy was the ringleader for the others. The younger boy stood at the doorway and looked down at Buzzy contemptuously for a moment before he spoke.

“I’m only going to explain this to you once, so listen carefully,” Vincent said, looking down at Buzzy as coldly as he spoke. “This is going to be your new home for a while. Just how long is entirely up to you. You may think we brought you here just to hurt you, but we have a greater goal in mind than that. We are going to – as my brother puts it – ‘rehabilitate’ you. Think of this as a prisoner-of-war camp, work farm, and military boot camp all put together.

“In case you are wondering where you are; this is my uncle’s farm. It’s way out in the middle of nowhere, so one is going to find you out here. My uncle is in the hospital from a severe injury and will be gone for months. My friends and I have volunteered to keep the farm running for him this summer; even giving us money to hire some help. You’re going to be that help. You - and the rest of your gang, once they’ve been brought here – are going to help us run this farm by doing all the hard chores here and in general do whatever we tell you to. Do what we say without giving us trouble and we’ll treat you well; give you plenty to eat and drink, decent clothes, a better place to sleep, and minimal restraints. Any attempts to resist or escape will be punished. And believe me, we’ll be looking for ANY excuse to punish you and your cronies!

“You are going to work hard each day and earn your keep. You will follow all of our orders. Behave well, and we will let you go free at the end of harvest season. Behave not so well, and we’ll keep you here longer; maybe even right into next planting season. As I said, it’s all up to you!

“Right now, we will simply place you in maximal restraint and give you just enough food, water, and freedom of water so that you don’t suffer – much; though you WILL be bored for a while until you earn some recreational privileges. Earn some of our trust and we’ll lighten up on the lack of freedom and treat you better. Be a hard-ass and we’ll not only punish you but all your friends as well. You are responsible for their actions and they are responsible for yours; we’ll punish all of you for the actions of any of you. Is that clear?”

Vincent paused, apparently waiting for an answer. Buzzy simply glared back in defiance, although he lacked the courage to attempt a swear word in addition to this under the unfavorable circumstances he faced. He wondered if this cheeky kid really had the nerve to do something worse to him than he already had just by kidnapping him.

One of the young boys squatting beside Buzzy reached out and punched Buzzy in the gut; causing the defiant bully to writhe in pain. “When one of us asks you a question, slave, you’ll ANSWER it! Promptly!” the boy virtually yelled at him as Buzzy attempted to recover himself. The boy then grabbed Buzzy by his hair and forced him to look up at a still patient Vincent. “Now answer his question! Is what he told you CLEAR?”

The look of defiance faded but not gone entirely, Buzzy nodded his head once.

“Good,” replied Vincent in a voice still devoid of any rancor. “Your guards are now going to untie you and secure you to the wall. I strongly suggest you don’t give them any trouble, or THEY will have to lend a hand!”

“They” were the three other boys from the van who had just appeared in the doorway. All three were armed with baseball bats, and were rapping them meaningfully against the ground or one of the wooden walls of Buzzy’s cell. Their intended message was quite clear: Please give them trouble so we can beat the living daylights out of you!!! We would enjoy doing that very much!

Buzzy remained as still as he could as the boys proceeded to untie the ropes off of him from the waist up, but leaving his legs bound for the time being. The handcuffs were left for last. One hand only was uncuffed, and then Buzzy was compelled to remove his shirt before lifting his hands above his head. His wrists were securely locked within the heavy manacles bolted into the wall there before the other handcuff was removed. Then the ropes cocooning his legs were removed and carefully stowed away.

Buzzy still had on his pants and shoes and for a moment thought he would be allowed to keep them on. But his captors would not allow him to retain that much dignity. Before Buzzy could react, one boy reached out to this belt, unfastened it, unbuttoned his pants, and quickly pulled them down to his ankles!

“Kick off the pants at once and we’ll give you this to wear,” said Vincent, holding up a set of black Speedos. “Give us any trouble and you can stay naked all night!”

With an angry movement of his legs, Buzzy kicked off the pants and boxer shorts he was wearing. He resisted the temptation to kick Ryan in the face afterward as the boy took the Speedos from Vincent and put them on Buzzy – rubbing the imprisoned bully’s legs and hips a great deal more than necessary while he did do. Being gagged as well as helpless, Buzzy decided that voicing his outrage would be worth than pointless… but he could not resist another angry glare at the younger boy. Ryan simply smiled, reached out, and without a word pinched Buzzy’s cheek like a mother pinching the cheek of a little child.

“We’ll leave you alone to get used to your new surroundings and accept your new status,” Vincent told Buzzy. “We’ll be along to feed you and take care of your other needs a little later, after we get ourselves settled in. Enjoy your stay!”

With that, the boys walked out of the room, turning out the light that was inside as they went. Vincent closed the stall door; plunging the tiny cell into complete darkness. The last thing Buzzy heard for a long while after that was the securing of a dead bolt, the placement of a padlock and its being clicked shut, and the footsteps and casual conversation of several boys as they walked away from his cell.

Buzzy yelled in pure outrage once they were gone, but no one could have heard him now even had they stood right outside his cell. Even his fellow prisoners, by now equally-securely bound and gagged, were unable to hear him – or he them.

To Be Continued ---
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby xtc » Fri Jun 25, 2010 7:21 am

I hope you intend iustrating this story now that you seem to have got the bit between your teeth :quirk:

Wassail,
xtc
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Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:26 am

Good continuation. More please. Thank you!

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I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby stormchaser1 » Fri Jun 25, 2010 3:18 pm

Very great story.

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:45 pm

Then, all of a sudden, Buzzy felt a hard, sharp blow on the back of the head. He staggered (momentarily stunned) for a moment, turned, and realized that someone had thrown a golf-ball sized rock right at the back of his head! And there was the young brazen fool who had done it standing a mere thirty feet in front of him. It was Vincent Garfield, who must have sneaked up behind Buzzy for the last minute or so until he was too close to miss beaning him with that rock.


I loved the David and Goliath allusion, was that intentional? This story is really well written, and very interesting. I'm looking forward to reading more.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:44 pm

Thanks to everyone for all the feedback. I don't think I've had so many responses to anything I wrote in so short a period of time. I wish I knew for sure what I'm doing right for once so that I can keep on doing it. :D
To xtc: I have no immediate plans to illustrate this tale; at least not until I finish with my True Tugstories first. By then though this story will likely be finished and I'll have moved on to others. Someday though I'll try writing and illustrating the same story at the same time. :big:
To Cricks: Glad you like the story. I'll try to meet your expectations with further chapters.
To Stormchaser: Thank you.
To dreadnought: No, the similarity never occurred to me before you pointed it out. It just seemed like the surest way to get someone's attention focused on you from a safe distance and keep it focused. :twisted:

Chapter 3 - The Deputy Commandant

With an enormous sense of satisfaction, Vincent snapped shut the padlock that sealed Buzzy inside his makeshift prison cell. The boys all around him began high-fiving one another and began to loudly tell one another what plans they had for Buzzy and his friends, but Vincent quickly put to a stop to that. He didn’t mind his friends having their celebration or crowing about their victory within Buzzy’s hearing, but he didn’t want any of the prisoners to have forewarning of his plans for them. Let them all find out together at the proper time. Besides, three of Buzzy’s cronies were still free, and Vincent didn’t want to begin Buzzy’s real punishment until all of Buzzy’s gang could share in it together.

Assigning Ryan and Chris to stay in the barn and make sure the prisoners caused no (or got into any) trouble, Vincent left the barn. The other four boys followed Vincent to the farmhouse, where his older brother waited for him.

Frank was not only Vincent’s older brother but also the only family Vincent had ever known. Although he appeared to be only 20, Frank was over 30 and was already an adult when Vincent was born. Frank had begun college while Vincent was still in diapers and started his career in the Marines (in Officer’s Training School) at about the same time as Vincent had begun grade school. Rarely had they lived in the same house together as Vincent was growing up, and because of their difference in ages Vincent was almost like an only child. Frank was more like a rarely seen uncle than his older brother.

In the natural course of events the two might never have become particularly close had their parents not died in a car accident when Vincent was only ten. By this time Frank was a captain (O3) in the Marines, and he was well able to raise his younger brother without abandoning his military career. The two became close friends; almost as much like father and son as like brothers. Though Vincent made friends his own age easily, it was difficult to keep them as Frank’s military duties often required him to move to a new duty station every couple of years.

Vincent’s plan of revenge against Buzzy and his bullying friends was possible because Frank was not only very protective of his younger brother but was now a major (O4) in charge of the MPs assigned to his Marine base. This farm they were on did not belong to Vincent’s uncle, as Vincent HAD no uncle) - unless you counted “Uncle Sam”. This farm was on a military reservation attached to the marine base and was actually government property. The area of the farm was purely for the purpose of training military police; the entire area was surrounded by forest and totally enclosed by a chain-link fence topped with razor wire. However, the farmhouse itself and its environs had been abandoned until Frank was assigned to take charge of the training area. Having been raised on a farm himself, Frank thought it was a criminal waste that this farm should go untended.

Then, when his brother asked for help in dealing with school bullies, Frank came up with the perfect solution. He would help his brother and his friends by turning this farm into an unofficial boot camp for the bullies and rehabilitate them! As it was surrounded by fence and routinely patrolled by military personnel under his own command, Buzzy and his fellow prisoners would find it very difficult to escape. As part of their training, the MPs were told that high school kids would attempt to ‘infiltrate’ the base and then try to escape. Any such kids caught away from the farm were to be immediately placed under arrest and brought directly back to a special holding area on the grounds until Frank brought them back to the farm. Such prisoners would attempt trickery in order to be released; even claim that they were being held on the farm against their will. All such wild talk was to be ignored and all prisoners gagged and restrained if they resisted arrest. As this was only an exercise, only necessary force was authorized.

Unknown to Buzzy and his cronies, they really were in a highly secure prison – their hope of escape blocked not just by a few high school kids but also by highly trained military soldiers. True, those soldiers were as yet unaware of their role as prison guards, but their presence provided a level of security Vincent and his friends could not have provided. But the soldiers were only on the outer grounds and were never to come to the farm itself. So Vincent and his high school friends were the only guards Buzzy and his fellow prisoners were to have any direct contact with unless an emergency took place.

Vincent entered the farmhouse. The other boys relaxed in the TV room downstairs while Vincent sought Frank in the semi-official ‘situation room’ on the second floor. Frank was seated in a chair watching a row of six monitors; each of which showed one of the six stalls-turned-prison-cells. Three monitors were still blank, as the cells they overlooked were unoccupied. The remaining three showed the cells occupied by Buzzy, Anson, and Conrad; all clearly visible thanks to the infra-red cameras they were linked to. All three were passively standing still; chained to the walls of their cells and awaiting the pleasure of their new captors.

“I’m impressed, Frank!” Vincent told his brother with adolescent delight. “Even with two weeks to prepare and with a hundred MPs to command, it couldn’t have been easy for you to requisition the needed materials and labor to set this farm up as a prison without proper military authorization.”

“As it was, it wouldn’t have remained a secret for long if I wasn’t the highest ranking MP on the base,” replied Frank as he turned to face his younger brother.

“You’re also well respected by the men you command too” Vincent pointed out.

“Maybe, Vince” replied Frank modestly. “But all that won’t amount to a hill of beans if anything goes seriously wrong. I’ve set this all up just so that you could be the commandant of your very own prisoner camp! Don’t abuse the trust I put in you!”

Vincent said nothing. Frank of course was the real commandant, but Vincent would be calling all the shots for the most part. He would also be responsible for the care and feeding of his friends and allies as well as his prisoners, although Frank would be bringing in all the supplies. Frank was also arranging for every member of Teams One and Two to be ‘home-schooled’ at the farm for the remainder of the school year; leaving them free to stay at the farm from now through the end of summer vacation (and beyond if need be). From what Vincent had heard, this would be as much to the delight of most of their parents as it would be to themselves.

“You and your friends pretty have a free hand in how you take care of your prisoners,” Frank continued after a brief pause to think. “But remember; I’m the one responsible for everything that happens here. It is up to you and your friends that this does NOT turn into an Abu Ghraib situation! I agreed to set this farm up like a military boot camp because I honestly believe we can rehabilitate Buzzy and his gang before they become dangerous criminals. But their punishment must be structured, consistent, and fair. You may as strict with them as you wish, but you must be equally consistent with rewards and punishments as well. Otherwise, all will come to nothing and we’ll be in serious trouble one day!”

“I understand that, Frank,” Vincent assured his brother. “I remember everything you’ve taught me about military-style discipline, and…”

“I’m willing to bet you plan to use some methods of discipline that the military would not condone within its ranks,” Frank interrupted with a serious look on his face. Then he paused, and smiled. “But that’s okay. Hit them when they deserve it. Humiliate them to your heart’s content – just as long as it is consistent and not just for revenge. Make them into your slaves; that’s perfectly fine. Make them lick your feet on command if you want to. But do not hurt them so badly that they need expert medical attention we cannot possibly provide them without some awkward explanations to the wrong people! And of course I don’t need to tell you that killing them is out of…”

Vincent looked shocked and disgusted for a moment, until he realized that Frank was only joking – sort of. Frank knew perfectly well that Vincent would never willingly allow any of his prisoners to be seriously harmed. But there were a great many ways to put a prisoner through sheer hell without seriously harming them – and Vincent and his friends together probably already knew or could improvise most of them. The only real doubt was whether Vincent’s friends would show the same self-discipline against unnecessary brutality to the prisoners as Vincent and Frank would. Vincent liked them all, but how well did he really know them? Still, without their continuing help, there was no hope of rehabilitating Buzzy or the other school bullies.

Further conversation was cut short when Vincent’s cell phone chimed. He grabbed it eagerly, knowing he would be getting a cal from only one person now. “Hello?” he answered the phone; sounding more like a child on Christmas morning rather than someone given almost unlimited control over several other human beings.

“This is Team Two,” replied a familiar boyish voice from the phone; as Vincent had thought, it was his best friend Mark. “We’ve found Target Number Five and Six together. We are ready to intercept. Request backup and receipt of cargo at Danvers football field.”

“We’ll be there in thirty,” replied Vincent gleefully before hanging up the phone. Frank, already aware of the gist of this conversation, was already out the door with Vincent close behind him. “Don’t start without us unless absolutely necessary.”

“Time to roll,” Vincent called to the others as they watched TV. With a few wordless cheers, all four boys followed closely after Vincent and his brother as they walked to the van. Vincent phoned the two guards in the barn to alert them to the developing situation before all six climbed into the van and headed out to their rendezvous.

When they reached the high school, the capture operation was already underway despite Vincent’s orders to wait; apparently the targets had been about to move on – perhaps to a less isolated spot. Team Two had six members with the arrival of reinforcements imminent while the two targets were alone, so it was decided by the team leader to move in. Team Two had the advantage of surprise and numbers, but Team Two was composed of five high school freshmen and one sophomore; none of them particularly large, strong, or athletic. On the other hand, the two intended victims were seniors and played on the high school football team; either one of them was almost the size of any two of their younger opponents. The victims were also more used to subduing people to get their way and they showed a very strong reluctance to let a bunch of underclassmen tie them up. Had Vincent and the others arrived much later, the outcome of the struggle might have been unfortunate for Team Two despite their apparent advantages.

But with the arrival of reinforcements, the tide of battle abruptly turned the other way. Seeing themselves facing a fresh crew of opponents, the two seniors attempted to flee, but their half-defeated opponents rallied, tackled their enemies’ legs, and impeded their flight long enough for Vincent and the others (with the exception of Frank, who was the designated driver) to join in the melee. Within moments, the sounds of struggle gave way to the sounds of the clicking shut of handcuffs; the unrolling, tearing, and application of liberal amounts of duct tape; the tying of rope around various limbs, and the increasing muffled sounds that might have been cries for help or mercy (either of which went unheeded).

Team Two was moderately battered and slightly bloodied, but all six of its members reveled in their victory as two bound and feebly struggling high school bullies were lifted off the ground and carted away to the waiting van. They could hardly wait until they could locate and capture the last remaining bully on their Most Wanted List so that they could join the others at the farm and begin their punishment!

The six members of Team Two resumed their diligent search for the remaining fugitive while the two freshly captured bullies were taken away to begin their life of abject servitude on the farm.

To Be Continued ---
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby dex » Mon Jun 28, 2010 4:03 am

this is definitely among the best stories i've read on this site
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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:49 am

Good continuation. More please. Thank you!

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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jun 29, 2010 2:13 pm

Thanks guys. When I wasn't hearing anything for a while I was wondering if this story had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Thanks for the encouragement. :)

Chapter 4 - Discipline Training Begins

“Mummy” Harris was puzzled. Buzzy and he were supposed to get together after school and smoke some joints at Anson’s house. But Buzzy never showed up and it was obvious that no one was at home at Anson’s house either. So Mummy – so nicknamed because he loved to mummify kids in duct tape before tormenting them – tried to contact his buddies on his cell phone. He got no answers and left them both messages. Then he left messages for Conrad, Hal (also known as “Horror Hal”) and Bennett (also known as “Big Ben”) as well. Now, a full four hours after school had let out, he still hadn’t heard back from any of them. This was not too unusual when it came to Buzzy, but all five going silent at the same time was a virtually unheard-of event up to now.

Concerned, Mummy began searching for them. None of them were home. No one he had asked (or interrogated) had seen any of them recently either, except for one older kid who thought he saw Hal and Ben walking into the football field an hour previously. Mummy went there to investigate but saw nothing to indicate whether they had been there or not.

Mummy was still standing there when his cell phone finally bleeped to indicate that he had a text message. He checked it; it was Buzzy’s phone number! About time! Hastily Mummy checked the message:

Need to meet!
Urgent!
Where are U?


Buzzy texted back:

Football field.
Where meet U?


He got back his answer quickly:

Go behind bleachers.
Stay there out of sight!
I meet U in 15.
Got big surprise 4 U!


Mummy signaled his acknowledgement and waited behind the bleachers as he had been told. He wondered what the surprise was but, knowing Buzzy, it was certainly bad news for somebody!

It certainly was!

Mummy didn’t know he had been set up until several kids appeared at one end of the bleachers and began to run toward him. They were all smaller and younger than he was and singly would have been no match for him. But their numbers and apparent confident attitude as they approached him spelled trouble. Turning around, he decided to make a run for it – only to see several more kids approaching him from the other end! The space though the bleachers too impossibly narrow for him to escape through the side; he was boxed in and neatly trapped!

Nervous but putting on a bold front, Mummy watched as over a dozen freshmen and sophomores closed in on him – some of them holding baseball bats and others holding handcuffs, leg cuffs, and other implements for the evident purpose of binding and silencing captives... including one he was very familiar with: many rolls of duct tape!

One boy he recognized – Vincent, that was his name – approached Mummy. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he coldly said to Mummy. “The hard way would be more fun for us. However, we’ll give you a chance. If you pick the easy way, lie down on the ground face down and put your hands behind your back. You have five seconds.”

Mummy was tough but he wasn’t stupid. He was down on the ground before Vincent even began counting to five. Before Vincent could have counted to five anyway had he bothered to, Mummy was already handcuffed, leg-cuffed and completely helpless. Then the duct tape was applied. Within ten minutes, Mummy Harris had become a mummy himself – just as he himself had done to so many of the kids with him at this moment. This was an irony that some of them apparently could not resist pointing out to him at least twice every minute; much to Mummy’s annoyance.

Mummy wondered if these kids were going to torment him in some of the ways he had done when he had them helpless, or if they had something else in mind. But all they did after mummifying him into immobility was to gag and blindfold him. Then several of them picked him up and carried him off into a waiting vehicle of some kind. He was slid into the cargo bay of a van, where most of his now-noisy and jubilant captors joined him. It was crowded inside the van by the time they had all climbed inside with him. They laid him on the hard floor on his back and he could tell that several of them were sitting on him, but his feeble struggles and protests did nothing except make them laugh and begin to slap him. Only when he lay there quietly and ceased his futile resistance did his captors desist in tormenting him (although several still sat on him).

Although he could not talk or hear very well, Mummy learned how these snotty kids had trapped him. Apparently they had captured Buzzy earlier in the day, and one of them had come up with the idea of using Buzzy’s cell phone to lure Mummy into a trap. Now he was being taken where Buzzy and his other four missing friends were being held captive!

It was a long and uncomfortable ride. It was a nightmare when it got very bumpy toward the end, because every time the van hit a bump the kids sitting on him wound up unintentionally bouncing on him too! Mercifully, they didn’t elect to begin doing that to Mummy on purpose, even though he clearly heard one boy suggest it! Apparently as long as he didn’t try to resist they wouldn’t make him suffer unnecessarily; which was the only bit of encouragement Mummy got for the entire ride.

Finally though, the van came to a halt and everyone got out of the cargo bay. Buzzy was hauled out and carried to the inside of a large barn out in the seeming middle of nowhere. He was taken to a horse stall modified into a jail cell, released from his mummification, compelled to strip, and given a set of Speedos and nothing else to wear. Then he was shackled hand and foot to a wall and left alone for a while, locked inside his dark, silent, and lonely cell.

He was left alone for an unknown time when two of his youthful captors returned. Instead of the usual clothes they had been wearing when they had captured Mummy, they now all wore military uniforms – either U.S. Army or the Marines, Mummy thought. One boy had a dog’s choke collar and leash in his hand and tied it on him. “We’re taking you outside to get fed and have a restroom break,” one of the boys told him. “Behave and you’ll be okay. We won’t hurt you if you co-operate with us. Try to be a tough guy and resist and you’ll be punished. Nod if you understand this.”

Mummy nodded his head; seeing no point in doing otherwise under the circumstances. At least they hadn’t actually hurt him at any time yet like he would have were their relative positions reversed.

The other boy unlocked the shackles holding his wrists to the wall, but leaving them locked onto his wrists. Mummy’s wrists were held in front of him when a chain was run around his middle, looped through his legcuffs, and then through his wrist shackles. The chain was pulled taut and padlocked shut, preventing him from moving his wrists away from his middle. His ankles were then also released from the wall but still hobbled together so closely he could not move much more than a foot at a time. He was now able to move to where he was compelled to go, but only slowly. He was still entirely helpless.

Mummy was led out of his cell, where he could see several other boys in military uniforms standing around, all apparently alert for trouble from him. Two of them were with Anson, who was being led into the barn as Mummy was led out. The two exchanged quick glances and gave muffled cries through their gags but were given no chance to attempt any communication. Mummy’s captors hustled him out as fast as he was able to move his feet along.

Mummy was taken to an outhouse, where he was allowed to do necessary business with one hand freed (the other still locked to the chain around his middle. The outhouse had no door but he was given the semi-privacy of having his guards stand to either side out of sight while he did what he had to do. As there was no chance he could get away anyway, they allowed him this simple courtesy more out of a desire not to be grossed out than because they cared what he thought. Although standing there and watching him would have been more humiliating for their captive, it was decided that such unpleasant things as making it harder to use the outhouse (physically as well as psychologically) could be reserved for special punishments only.

After stepping out of the outhouse, Mummy was taken to a water pump where he could wash himself with a small wet towel. Then he was given a small cup with which to drink all the water he wanted and a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich to eat; not exactly high cuisine but he was hungry enough (and just smart enough) not to complain. He was offered no seconds and was just proud enough not to ask for more. Once he was finished, his briefly freed hand was shackled again.

Mummy was then taken for a short walk around the barn for exercise. Just about the time it was getting dark outside, he was taken back to the barn. Inside, he saw all five of his fellow captives assembled there. All five were kneeling upright on the hay covered floor facing the front of the barn, with their wrists and ankles locked together and with a guard on either side of each captive to force them to remain in this position. Mummy was taken to a position next to Anson (at the right end of the line), where he was compelled to kneel as well and face the front of the barn as the others did. His bonds were adjusted so that he was soon unable to rise from his kneeling position, and his guards stood to either side of him to keep him upright.

Mummy scarcely had time to wonder what this was all about when Vincent, accompanied by several other uniformed boys, entered the barn from the main entrance and faced them all. Vincent was also dressed in a uniform, but his was decorated with medals of some kind and he wore a bright blue sash on his arm – making him stand out from the others.

“I will get right to the point,” he told his six prisoners. “You are now residents of our rehabilitation farm. You have been brought here to learn how to be productive and socialize with other people. To this end, you will now follow all orders given to you by anyone in uniform. Obey and be productive and you will be given privileges; including better food, warmer clothing, recreational items such as a radio to listen to, real rooms with decent furnishings; you get the idea. Disobedience, disrespect, and rebelliousness will be punished. With minor infractions by any of you, only the guilty one will be punished. Major offenses such as escape attempts by any of you will lead to punishment for all of you; particularly offenses committed by your leader.”

Vincent fell silent. The six prisoners simply knelt and stared at him. As they were all still gagged, there wasn’t much else that they could do in any case.

“I think a little demonstration may be in order at this point,” continued Vincent. He nodded quietly to the two boys who flanked Buzzy. They immediately hoisted their captive up the shoulders, dragged him forward, and set him kneeling down in front of Vincent. At a silent nod from the deputy commandant, Buzzy’s gag was immediately removed as well.

Buzzy did not appear to be very grateful; he began swearing and threatening Vincent.

“Be quiet, and do not speak until ordered,” Vincent told him firmly.

Buzzy simply ignored him and began to swear even more loudly.

At a nod from Vincent, one of Buzzy’s guards abruptly grabbed the captive by the shoulders and forced him down kneeling low to the ground in a forced salaam. This action caused Buzzy’s buttocks to rise a foot or so into the air, leaving it fully exposed and vulnerable when the second guard took what appeared to be a riding crop and began to beat Buzzy’s posterior with it. Buzzy yelled and tried to struggle, whereupon two guards who had no prisoners of their own to be responsible for rushed forward to aid the two already flanking Buzzy. With their aid Buzzy was rendered hopelessly immobile and totally vulnerable to his punishment as the guard continued his vigorous strokes.

Finally Buzzy’s yells of hatred and outrage became whimpers of fear and pain, and the guards ceased his beating at a gesture from Vincent.

“Behave and do as I say and I’ll leave you be,” said the younger boy. “Otherwise I’ll make an example out of you as a lesson to the others.”

Buzzy glared up at Vincent, regained some of his bravado, and unwisely told Vincent an impossible thing to do to himself. This defiance cost him another round of whipping on his already sore and bruised bottom.

“Normally, the rest of you will not be asked to anything more onerous than to perform a full honest day’s work doing ordinary farm chores,” Vincent loudly announced to the other five prisoners assembled there. “Unless you are being punished for a valid reason, we will not tell you to do anything outrageous or degrading; unlike what you have done to us from time to time. But you MUST learn discipline, and so for now Buzzy will be an exception. Watch, and reflect what happens to those of you who are disrespectful and do not immediately follow orders.”

Vincent walked over to stand directly in front of the still kneeling Buzzy. “Kiss the tops of my feet,” Vincent commanded the bully, pointing to his polished black shoes.

Buzzy refused in no uncertain terms – uttering as many more profanities as he could. Then two of his guards began to whip him with riding crops; not just on his behind but his back and legs as well. Buzzy remained defiant for as long as he could, but in the end he realized that any moral victory he could possibly achieve was as fruitless as it was impossible. After a full five minutes of relentless beating, Buzzy finally gave in and did as he was told.

“Now you all share the punishment for Buzzy’s defiance,” announced Vincent to the others. “Each of you prisoners will kiss the feet of each of your two guards. Those that do will be immediately taken back to their cells for the night and left alone to think and sleep on it. Those who do not will remain out here for more discipline training…”

No one else wanted any more of that! Within five more minutes the five remaining prisoners had followed their orders and were put back into their cells for the night. This time however they were not forced to stand as they were before. All were shackled in such a way that they could lie down on the hay lining the floors of their cells and try to get what sleep they could. Most were too afraid to sleep for a long time. Despite the thick wooden walls of their locked cells, they could hear some of what was happening outside them.

Buzzy had remained outside his cell for further disciplinary training.

To Be Continued ---
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:08 am

Good continuation. More please. Thank you!

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I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Thu Jul 01, 2010 10:31 pm

Still interesting as ever my man, keep going!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jay Feely » Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:43 pm

I was a bully before as a kid, so maybe someone should punish me in the same way as this story.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:23 pm

Sorry for the long delays getting back to this story; there have been some unexpected distractions lately.
Jay: See if you think you deserve this kind of punishment afteryou read THIS chapter! :twisted:


Chapter 5 - Buzzy Hangs Tough

When the other prisoners were taken back to their cells but he was left to kneel in front of his tormentors, Buzzy knew that he had a rough night ahead of him. In the back of his mind, he knew that he could make it much easier on himself if he simply did whatever his captors told him to do, but his stubborn pride and his inflated sense of importance simply would not allow to do this – or even to consider it - for a moment. He knew these snot-nosed kids wouldn’t dare to *really* hurt him, and so he decided he’d show them how a *real* man faces adversity in the presence of his enemies.

Even when one of his guards took a set of handcuffs and used it to fasten his legcuffs together to the set of handcuffs he already wore – effectively hog-tying him – Buzzy was feeling defiant. Already nearly forgotten was the beating he had taken just a few minutes before. Those kids hit like girls! They’d hardly left a mark on him. If that was the worst they could do, he’d show them that he could take whatever they could throw at him.

“Still defiant, huh?” asked Vincent, correctly reading the expression plainly written on Buzzy’s face as he squatted down in front of the still kneeling prisoner. “I’ve heard a lot about you from the other kids, Buzz. How you like to rob kids of their lunch money. How you beat them up just for fun. Some have even told me about how you and your friends would waylay a kid, tie him up, drag him off to some lonely spot somewhere, and just torture him for hours in ways too sickening to describe. Oh, you never harmed anyone enough so that they’d need to go to the hospital… because then the police could get involved. By the time you finally let them go they were so scared and desperate they wouldn’t go to the police on their own either for fear of more of the same. You and your cronies have started quite a reign of terror in this town, Buzz. But it’s over now. I...”

It was at this point that Buzzy unwisely acted on his defiance of all this by spitting in Vincent’s face! One of his guards acted quickly enough to spoil his aim however, and pushed him backward just as Buzzy was launching his loogie. This caused Buzzy’s wet missile to land upon his own face rather than hit its intended target. Before Buzzy could try a second time, he was wrestled down onto his back by several of the boys that surrounded him. One boy sat astride his chest pinning Buzzy’s shoulders with his knees while another boy in front of him facing the other way and braced Buzzy’s head with *his* kneesso that Buzzy could not move his head at all. Together they forced a ball gag into Buzzy’s mouth. The boy bracing Buzzy’s head got up, while the one on his chest remained there. In fact, the second boy proceeded to step behind the first and sat down behind him on top of Buzzy’s belly to further immobilize the still-struggling bully.

“Struggle all you want, asshole,” the first boy told Buzzy with a grin as he gave the prisoner’s nose a few flicks. “I’m quite comfortable sitting here!”

“Me too,” agreed the second boy. “You got a nice soft gut here, Buzzy. It’s nice and bouncy, too!” As if to prove his point, he began bouncing on Buzzy, which did nothing to improve the fallen bully’s disposition. He tried to struggle, but - bound as he was and pinned beneath the weight of two boys not much smaller than he was – merely succeeded in wasting his energy.

“Go ahead, and tire yourself out!” said the boy on Buzzy’s chest as he began to slap his prisoner’s face. He didn’t put much strength into it, for he wasn’t trying to hurt Buzzy but merely to humiliate him. His slaps barely even stung at first, but he kept it up without pause or let up, driving Buzzy into further frenzied – and futile – efforts to get his young tormentors off of him. The indignity of being face slapped like this in front of all the other boys was far worse to him than the pain he’d have suffered had his tormentor walloped him as hard as he could. Worst of all, they were all laughing at him!!!

Buzzy went berserk. Red in the face from his exertions rather than the face slaps, Buzzy writhed and thrashed with all of his might. He sought to throw his assailants off of him, somehow get free of his bonds, get to his feet, and either defend himself or flee.

He was not successful in any of these endeavors. All he got from his increasingly feeble efforts was exhaustion, pain from where his bonds bit into his limbs, more pain from the face slaps (which were considerably harder now), and the derisive laughter of most of his tormentors. Vincent was the only other boy present who did not laugh; he merely silently watched the proceedings with a mixture of pity and contempt on his face until Buzzy was too tired to struggle any further.

“That’s enough,” he told the two boys who were sitting on Buzzy. “Get off him!” The two complied at once, leaving Buzzy to roil onto his side and try to catch his breath as well as he could while ball-gagged.

“Since you like to make a spectacle of yourself, I’ll indulge you,” Vincent told Buzzy. “Maybe once you’ve had more of a taste of what it is like to be helpless and tormented by others yourself, you won’t be so eager to bring punishment down on yourself.”

Buzzy was taken to the center of the barn’s interior, where a special set-up had been prepared especially for him. A length of stout chain ending in a thick metal tow-truck hook was lowered from a pulley suspended from the ceiling, and the hook snagged into the handcuffs that hogtied his hands and feet together. A second chain was wrapped around his middle and also snagged onto the hook. A third chain was wrapped under his arms and then also connected to the hook. A fourth was wrapped around his knees and its ends likewise connected to the hook. Then that great chain with its hook was pulled up – and Buzzy found himself suspended by his bonds several feet into the air.

Had Buzzy been suspended by any one of his bonds alone, he would have suffered great pain in almost no time at all. But Vincent was not cruel enough to do that to him without much worse provocation. By being suspended from several portions at once - each bearing only a fraction of the load of his body weight – Buzzy was far from comfortable but was not suffering too greatly from the experience either.

At least, not directly.

However, he was now the subject of every guard boy’s attention. Like a prisoner locked in stocks during the Colonial period of America, Buzzy was now vulnerable to all the abuse his captors chose to heap on him. And they heaped plenty. His face was slapped, he was punched and pinched in random place at random times. Someone even began to connect large clothespins (the kind with the hard, pointy teeth) to his nipples, ears, and other tender portions of his anatomy. Before long, Buzzy felt like he was being eaten alive by half a hundred piranhas!

And they threw things at him! Not hard, painful things like rocks, but soft, squishy things like rotted tomatoes, rotten eggs, spoiled melons, and other garbage. Before long, Buzzy stank almost as badly as if he had lost an argument with a skunk!

Worst of all, they continued to laugh at him and make fun of his situation. He would rather have been beaten with rocks and clubs than endure that tormenting laughter, but they did not beat him with anything harder than their own fists (and even then not hard enough to hurt; only to humiliate). They slapped him and laughed at him for a long while, and then left him alone to hang there to think.

It was difficult for Buzzy to get any rest under these circumstances even were his captors to let him. But they would not let him; any time he closed his eyes for more than a few seconds, they closed in on him and slapped him and shook him until he was wide awake again. They would not seriously hurt him… but they would not let him get any rest either.

Eventually the mosquitoes began to notice him. In fact they took a great interest in him. So did the flies, thanks to all that garbage he had been pelted with. Before long Buzzy’s head was like the nucleus of an atom, surrounded by a hundred electrons all circling around his head. There was even a hornet interested in him at one point, and a bumblebee at another, and eventually a few wasps joined the insect brigade and began to sting him. Buzzy’s captors did nothing to interfere with any of this, but merely watched his ordeal with sardonic smiles on their faces. Buzzy tried to shake off his miniature assailants, but his face and upper body were soon covered by bloody bug bites where his gag and his bonds did not protect his skin.

Buzzy had a long sleepless night ahead of him.

Most of his guards eventually went away to get some sleep inside the farmhouse, but two boys were posted to keep an eye on him and to occasionally check to be sure the other prisoners were safe and secure. The guards made no further attempts to torment him directly but did nothing to ease Buzzy’s sufferings from the insect assault either. Their continued attention was, if anything, even worse than what the bloodthirsty bugs were doing to him.

Buzzy swore silently to himself that he’d escape from this awful situation, and when he did, he’d wreak his revenge! Even under these conditions, it had not yet penetrated his conscious mind that his chances of eventual escape were about as great as his suddenly sprouting wings and being able to fly away with them to Heaven. He was still certain that he only needed a chance to get away and get his revenge somehow.

And so, despite his continuing ordeal, he remained as defiant and as self-assured as he was the moment before Vincent’s companions had ambushed him in the abandoned lot. Buzzy had a long way to go before he would - or could - learn his lesson!

To Be Continued - - -
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Jul 22, 2010 1:25 pm

Good continuation. More please. Thank you!

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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jay Feely » Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:10 am

Poor Buzz, even though he tormented those kids, revenge seeking is not the answer, but fantastic story overall anyways. :big:
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby xtc » Thu Jul 29, 2010 4:48 am

This is one of your best.
When is the next part due?

Wassail!
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby xtc » Thu Jul 29, 2010 4:54 am

jay wrote:Poor Buzz, even though he tormented those kids, revenge seeking is not the answer, but fantastic story overall anyways. :big:



What do you mean: revenge seeking is not the answer? :roll:
Where the hell am I supposed to get the motivation for my characters? :?
Talk sense man! :wink:
Wassail!
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jul 29, 2010 5:21 am

xtc wrote:
jay wrote:Poor Buzz, even though he tormented those kids, revenge seeking is not the answer, but fantastic story overall anyways. :big:



What do you mean: revenge seeking is not the answer? :roll:
Where the hell am I supposed to get the motivation for my characters? :?
Talk sense man! :wink:
Wassail!
xtc

I agrree with you both!!!
Revenge is not the answer. The idea for Vincent was to rehabilitate the bullies; with five of them, this will indeed be the theme.
Seeking revenge is NOT what Vincent wants - but Buzzy makes it unavoidable! And so he's where the punishment comes in. :twisted:
Sorry for neglecting this story but xtc at least probably understands what it's like writing on several things at once. :big:
more coming soon.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:58 am

The kids in the story did a good job tying up buzz and sending him to the faculity. You are the best story writer here, and I appreciate your efforts and creativity. Maybe you could write a new series after this one.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jul 29, 2010 11:55 am

jay wrote:The kids in the story did a good job tying up buzz and sending him to the faculity. You are the best story writer here, and I appreciate your efforts and creativity. Maybe you could write a new series after this one.


I have every intention of doing just that... once I can devote more time to writing here without neglecting stories like I have been this one. :) Once Part II of my Tugstory and the illustrations for I and II are done next week I'll be able to focus on THIS story much better than I have been. Sorry for ther delays in updates; they won't be much longer.
And thank you for the compliment about being the best writer here; however undeserved or debatable some others (or even me) may think that is. :big:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Jul 29, 2010 3:22 pm

I'll be ready for you to post them next week.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Thu Jul 29, 2010 11:34 pm

I agrree with you both!!!
Revenge is not the answer. The idea for Vincent was to rehabilitate the bullies; with five of them, this will indeed be the theme.
Seeking revenge is NOT what Vincent wants - but Buzzy makes it unavoidable! And so he's where the punishment comes in.


Vincent must have a lot of self control, were I him, revenge is certainly what I'd be after! Oh well... Story's still going strong! Don't keep us waiting too long.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Boundgal08 » Fri Jul 30, 2010 1:03 pm

Nice story, well written
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Jul 30, 2010 5:09 pm

I am gratified by all the positive feedback from everhyone who commented. :)
With all that going to my head, I guess I'd better quit neglecting this story and get on with it.

Chapter 6 - Buzzy Gets Benched


Early the next morning, before the other prisoners were to be awakened and fed, Buzzy was taken down from where he was suspended and carried out of the barn – still hogtied - in a wheelbarrow. He was taken to the side of the barn where there was a garden hose connected to an outside faucet. There the worse of the filth was washed off of him with cold water by his gleeful guards. At least, the filth on the outside of his body was washed off; that which came from within him was a different matter. He spewed a lot of that as well in form of the vilest profanity he could think of, but that came from an apparently inexhaustible supply of filth that could not be cleaned away.

As Buzzy remained defiant and uncooperative, he was left hogtied in his wheelbarrow as he was carried back to the barn. At the same time, the other five prisoners were taken out of their cells to face the new morning – all wondering what horrible indignities would be inflicted on them after seeing a wet, bedraggled, very angry, and now thoroughly gagged Buzzy being carted in.

Vincent came into the barn and the prisoners were compelled to stand at attention and face him.

“If you cooperate with us and do not try to resist as your leader here has, we will all be treated decently,” Vincent told them. “There is a shower stall set up in the barn; normally it is used for horses but is good enough for people too. The water isn’t very hot, but it will clean you off and you will be provided with soap and towels and a clean set of clothing afterward, and then breakfast. Your cuffs will be removed but your hobbles stay on. You will shower in two groups. Do as you are told and you will get a decent hot breakfast. If ANY of you give any trouble, it’s a small bowl of cold cereal for all of you.”

Even cold cereal sounded good at that point to all of the hungry prisoners, but under the circumstances all decided that a hot breakfast was even better. None of the other five prisoners gave their guards any trouble whatsoever; letting themselves be handcuffed again when they had finished their cold showers and put on a clean set of work clothes and boots. Buzzy refused to comply with even a simple request to cease swearing, and so was given no clean clothes to wear at all. He remained clad in the same set of sodden underwear he had spent the night in – although at least it was reasonably clean again after his soaking.

The prisoners were taken to a picnic table outside the barn, where their guards fed them a breakfast of bacon, eggs, waffles with syrup, and orange juice. This was far better than they were expecting and in sharp contrast to what the uncooperative Buzzy was given – which was nothing. Beginning to realize for the first time that perhaps their punishment would not be as horrible as they first feared, Buzzy’s former friends ate their breakfast in silence but with a reasonably healthy appetite. None of them spared even so much as a glance at the gagged and fuming Buzzy as he lay inside his wheelbarrow and watched them ate their breakfasts. Despite going hungry, Buzzy’s defiance remained absolute.

After their breakfast, the five other prisoners were assembled in to a loose chain gang and told what their first chore as farm workers would be. The garden needed to be plowed and gotten ready for planting. This would be perhaps the most labor intensive chore they would have to do for their entire stay here. Those who completed their assigned tasks without complaint or malingering would find many restrictions taken off of them and some privileges given back to them. Those who didn’t do what they were told in a timely manner would not be punished; they simply would not be given the same freedoms and privileges as the others. Those who, like Buzzy, proved uncooperative would be disciplined as Vincent saw fit.

If anyone considered rebellion, one look at Buzzy drove such thoughts right out of their heads! None of Buzzy’s cronies wished to follow their former leader anymore!

The other five prisoners had their hands cuffed in front of them with old style manacles that restricted their movements less than standard police handcuffs would, and shown how to begin the difficult process of plowing the soil for the garden. It was hot, wearying, backbreaking work, but they were allowed to take their time at first to become more accustomed to such labor, and their guards did not rush or harass them in any way as long as they were honestly doing their best with unfamiliar tasks.

It was at first considered to make the prisoners plow the old fashioned way – using them as yoked oxen. But it was decided that this was too pointlessly cruel and would be too unproductive. Modern rotor-tillers were brought in instead and those unfamiliar with them were instructed in their use and given time to practice. All were carefully watched – more to make sure they did not accidentally injure themselves than for any other reason. And even the use of modern rotor-tillers was far harder work than any of the prisoners had ever been accustomed to doing before.

There were six rotor-tillers, but only five of them were used. The sixth was for Buzzy, and he adamantly refused to do any work whatsoever. Vincent had originally planned to punish all six prisoners alike when any refused to cooperate (to encourage the cooperative to persuade the uncooperative in their own way). However, the difference between Buzzy and the other five was so great even from the start that Vincent at once abandoned this idea. Instead, the other five would be encouraged to keep working when they saw the difference between their treatment and his.

So when Buzzy refused one last chance to work and avoid punishment, he was placed in the most restrictive hogtie possible without injuring him. Then he was compelled to kneel on the grass-covered ground at the edge of the garden and bend forward until his head touched the ground while still on his knees. One of his guards then sat on his upper back AS IF Buzzy was nothing more than a large and unusually comfortable rock. Grumbles through Buzzy’s gag was taken as an invitation for a second guard to sit beside the first!
After that, he had no more breath or strength for grumbling.

Every guard took his turn using Buzzy as a chair, with brief ‘mercy’ breaks for Buzzy after each turn to ensure no great harm was being done to any part of him other than his pride or dignity. It was a very long and uncomfortable day for Buzzy, even though his guards did not otherwise torment him in anyway (other than the inevitable verbal taunts). Every half hour he was re-offered a choice between continued service as a soft chair or as a regular farm laborer, but he persistently refused to work – and so a chair he remained for the entire morning essentially by his own choice.

At noon, the prisoners were given a decent lunch and allowed a two-hour rest break in the shade; all but Buzzy, who was left hog-tied to kneel in the hot sun. He was given water to drink and was sprayed with water from a hose to cool him off, but he was offered no other refreshment. Even so, his defiance remained rock solid.

In the afternoon Vincent decided the five cooperative prisoners deserved a bit of a break and assigned them easier chores for the afternoon. And so Conrad was assigned to mow the lawn, Bennett to paint the barn, Hal to paint the farmhouse, and Mummy to clean the barn and various utility sheds. None complained, for these were far easier tasks than plowing the garden and gave them continued reason to hope that cooperation would be a far better path than the path Buzzy was choosing for himself.

As for Buzzy, he was tied lying down on his back to a bench. Various guards then took their ease sitting on the bench and its prone occupant – usually three or four at a time. When they got tired of this diversion, the other five prisoners were then told they could take 15 minute rest breaks once each hour - but any prisoner who wanted to rest (or have anything to drink) had to sit on the bench. At first the others refused this privilege for fear of eventual reprisals. But as they got hotter, more tired, and more thirsty, their reluctance dropped away steadily. It collapsed entirely when they were told they could rest all they wanted – as long as it was on the bench! Rest anywhere else and it was back to work!

Finally seeing a chance to take it easy the rest of the afternoon with permission from their captors, the five prisoners soon kept Buzzy well covered from chest to ankles. His feeble gagged protests were completely ignored (if they were heard at all). Conrad, who was on Buzzy’s chest, finally got the gumption to slap Buzzy’s face and tell him to shut up. “We’ve been working hard all day while you’ve been resting. Now we’re getting a rest. It’s your fault we’re all on this anyway, so f***ing shut up!!!”

For the first time, Buzzy’s defiance began to falter; his friends had abandoned him!

Seeing an opportunity to further humiliate Buzzy, five of the guards made a plan together and met with the five prisoners as they were ending work for the day and about to be escorted back to the barn.. “If you want to have dessert tonight after dinner, we’ll make you a deal. Carry Buzzy back to the barn yourselves and tie him to the center post nice and securely. Then each of you slap him in the face just as hard as you can. Do this, and you can have out desserts tonight. Strawberry shortcake.”

By the time Vincent found about this, he was too late to stop it. Buzzy had a very sore face, and five prisoners were polishing off their desserts.

But though Buzzy was not really hurt on the outside, inside he was a broken young man.

Being slapped by his own former friends in full view of his enemies was more than he could stand.

For the first time since he was five years old, Buzzy began to weep.

His spirit was – well, not broken yet perhaps, but it was very badly cracked.

To Be Continued ---
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby xtc » Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:32 am

I'm glad you have decided to prioritise this story,
Thanx,
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby sarumansauron » Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:07 pm

Good continuation! Thanks! More please!

:tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :bound: :bound: :bound: :bound: :bound: :gag: :gag: :gag: :gag: :gag: :big: :big: :big: :big: :big: :bondage1: :bondage1: :bondage1: :bondage1: :bondage1:
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 10, 2010 6:50 am

Sorry this took so much longer than intended. I've had a bit of a rough and busy week.

Chapter 7 – Buzz Cut Down To Size

When the other five prisoners went to their cells that night to sleep, they were allowed to sleep without being cuffed or shackled; their limbs remained free. They were told that this was their reward for putting in a hard day’s work with no complaints or trouble, and that if they continued their good work more comforts would be given to them daily.

Buzzy on the other hand still had to sleep that night standing up with his arms shackled to the wall, as before.

The next day was much like the previous one; plowing in the morning, a long lunch break, and easier tasks in the afternoon. Every prisoner but Buzzy pitched in; therefore Buzzy was treated like a piece of furniture exactly as before. This time the others were allowed longer rest breaks, as long as it was on top of Buzzy that they rested. This became too popular however and had to be strictly limited to 5 minutes per prisoner per hour during work times; although there were no such limits during the two-hour long lunch break. The other prisoners ate well; Buzzy was kept gagged and given nothing but water (fed through a straw poking through a small hole in his gag)

When the other five prisoners went to their cells that night to sleep, they found that their cells were now furnished with new mattresses with fitted sheets.

Buzzy still had to sleep on a bare floor (with a thin covering of hay that hadn’t been changed with fresh hay) that night. He wasn’t forced to stand up that night and be shackled against the wall because he wasn’t as verbally abusive as the previous day, but he was still kept handcuffed and shackled the entire night.

Over the next few days, the five cooperative prisoners finished the plowing and began the hoeing of furrows and the planting of various vegetable seeds. As this job was less rigorous than plowing, this was their task in the afternoon as well. Each day Buzzy had been offered the choice to start working with the others rather than be punished, but he refused each time. So he served the only way he could be forced to serve. Buzzy continued to serve as the angry bench padding for the others when they rested.

More time passed, and the prisoners continued working on their farm chores. All but Buzzy.

The other five prisoners were allowed to move out of the barn and into a large (locked) dormitory style room with real beds. After a while, air conditioning g was installed in their room. After a few more days, they were given a TV set to watch as well. Shortly after that, a satellite dish was installed to bring in more than just local programming. As their comfort level rose, the prisoners’ acceptance of their captivity grew. Only a light guard was placed on their still-locked room now; one outside the door and one outside their window.

Buzzy’s sleeping arrangements remained unchanged.

There were no attempts by any of the other five to escape, for fear of being made to go back to the uncomfortable conditions they had faced upon their arrival here. Some of them were actually living in more comfortable quarters and eating better food now than they had been for a long time prior to their imprisonment here, and saw no reason to be in a hurry to leave. Yes, the work was hard, but they were being treated better than they were treated at home, and for the first time they felt useful. Even their once vengeful guards treated them with more dignity now than their own families often had.

Buzzy, on the other hand, remained an object of utter contempt and was thoroughly detested by all the guards. Whereas only two guards (armed only with hunting knives and baseball bats) were assigned to guard all the other prisoners at night, Buzzy by himself was assigned four - and these were armed with charged Tasers as well as the knives and bats! And often, in the middle of the night, one guard would be posted to look out for anyone else coming toward the barn while the other three paid Buzzy a visit in his cell and tormented him all night in ways that would not leave any incriminating marks. Their- Tasers, even used at low power, seemed to need frequent recharging from considerable use. Buzzy was never seriously hurt, but the lack of sleep and their constant harassment began to leave him exhausted and dispirited.

On a typical night, three guards would come in, place additional restraints on him so that he could not even struggle, gag him, sit on top of him, and shock him repeatedly with their Tasers. If Buzzy struggled too much, one of them would simply sit upon his face until he quieted down (for one reason or the other). Then, once he’d recovered, he would get more ‘shock therapy’. His genitals were their favorite target of course, although his feet got their share of attention too. At the lowest setting, the specially made Tasers were still agonizing – yet more arousing than any vibrator ever made.

Sometimes up to a dozen of the young guards would gather together in the barn at the dead of night without Vincent’s knowledge to have a special session with Buzzy. They would haul him out of his cell, strip him completely naked, place specially made leather restraints (held together by a sturdy chain) on his wrists, and hang him by his wrists until his feet dangled several inches off the floor. Then they would surround him with their Taser guns and stroke his body everywhere with them. Big fat sparks would assail his thighs, underarms, belly, feet, buttocks, and groin all at the same time. Buzzy’s screams would have been audible for miles were he not so thoroughly gagged that his teenaged tormentors themselves could barely hear him at all.

And yet Buzzy never once made any complaint to Vincent. It is uncertain if this was because he was convinced Vincent already knew and had sanctioned these nightly torture sessions, or if he felt that pleading mercy to the boy he considered his worst enemy to be even worse than the torture itself. Buzzy felt that Vincent was the sole cause of all his problems, and perhaps he stubbornly refused to give Vincent the satisfaction of his crawling to him and begging him to make his torturers stop their nightly visits.

And so, with Vincent unaware of any of this, the nightly torture sessions continued. In fact, they got progressively worse for Buzzy night after night. Some of the boys felt that torture by Taser lacked a personal touch somehow, and so they came up with many more creative ideas just for the sake of variety. One particular favorite involved what one boy called ‘breath control’. Simply put, Buzzy was gagged so that breathing through his mouth was impossible, and then one boy after another sat on Buzzy’s face. They braced Buzzy’s head with their feet as they sat or knelt so he could not turn his face away from an upward facing position, and his nose would be completely blocked. Once Buzzy passed out, he would be revived, and another boy took his turn until Buzzy passed out again. This was a particularly favorite activity on nights when the boys had eaten baked beans for supper and were as flatulent as cows. Farting in Buzzy’s face was a source of great amusement to everyone but Buzzy.

After a few weeks of this, it began to occur to Vincent that Buzzy’s refusal to work was more than simple stupidity and a stubborn streak. He actually appeared to be growing increasingly ill. By the end of the first month of Buzzy’s captivity, the decline of his health and strength was so shocking that Vincent launched a thorough investigation. After all, if Buzzy became so ill that he needed expert medical attention, their entire rehabilitation scheme would be exposed and they would *all* be in trouble!

Every one of Buzzy’s regularly assigned guards denied any knowledge of Buzzy being mistreated, but Vincent was not convinced. One day, while everyone was away from the barn weeding the garden, Vincent had several video cameras installed at various parts of the huge barn – including one inside Buzzy’s cell. Vincent noticed that the cell was filthier than it should be; he would have to insist that the guards clean it out better later on - after his investigation. For them to do so now would be a bad idea however; Vincent did NOT want them to know about the video cameras he was secretly installing so that all parts of the barn’s interior could be observed.

And so the next night, when several boys dragged Buzzy – ball-gagged and mummified in duct tape from head to toe – writhing and struggling out of his cell, Vincent witnessed it from his room in the barn. The boys snagged a hook around the manacles that held Buzzy’s feet together, and hoisted him up until he dangled upside down several feet into the air. A large metal basin about three feet in diameter and two feet deep was placed underneath Buzzy’s head and filled with water from a hose. Once the basin was filled, Buzzy was slowly lowered down into it head-first, writhing and thrashing…

An exceptional angry Vincent did not wait to witness more. He ran out of his room and ran straight for the barn – as furious as he had ever been in his life.

He reached the barn just as Buzzy was being pulled out of the water; his head having already been ducked into it once. There was no doubt that this was intended to be only the first time of many; the other boys would keep ducking him over and over just long enough to make him suffer without actually drowning him. Vincent charged into the barn and cut their fun short however. He sternly ordered the boys to get Buzzy freed of that duct tape and place him back inside his cell; then they were to report to Vincent in a half hour after being replaced by other guards.

Vincent gave all the guards a severe reprimand and demanded to know who else had been torturing Buzzy without authorization. None admitted to any knowledge of anyone’s participation than themselves. Vincent did not believe them but was in a quandary. He needed the help of all his friends here to make his rehabilitation plan work. If he went too far in punishing them, they might decide to quit helping him, and the entire rehabilitation plan would collapse without the help of every one of his friends. But at the same time he could not let this intense torturing of Buzzy continue. The plan WAS working – for the other five bullies. For the sake of their rehabilitation, it must continue. And it was more important than ever now to make Buzzy cooperate too, or when this was all over he would be an even crueler human being from his experiences than he already was, and it would never be safe for his captors to ever let him go free.

Chastened, the other boys agreed to cease tormenting Buzzy. After all, they wanted Vincent’s plan to succeed as much as he did – they would never be entirely safe from Buzzy (or legal authorities) ever again otherwise.

Fortunately, Vincent’s older brother Frank had some training as a medic, and (with Vincent’s assistance) was able to deal with treating the aftermath of Buzzy’s recent ordeals without professional help having to be called in (which would have ruined everything of course). Buzzy’s cell was thoroughly cleaned and a bed placed inside, and he was allowed to rest inside his locked cell for a week without harassment from any of the others. He was given better food, clean water, and medical attention.

But for all this, he was not even remotely grateful to Frank or Vincent. To him, they were the main cause of his sufferings. With his physical health returning, his determination to escape and wreak his revenge returned as well. He would escape this place and he would have his revenge on all of them… including his former cronies who had turned on him. They would ALL pay for what had been done to him.

He spent all his recuperation time planning and scheming with a clear mind; waiting for an opportunity to present itself. And he soon realized that there was no chance to escape while he was continually locked up inside the barn or watched like a hawk every minute of every day he was outside of it. His own stubborn streak preserved his pride at the pride not only of needless suffering by costing him the chance to make his tormentors drop their guard or placing him where he had a better opportunity to slip away. Buzzy came up with the only logical conclusion he could think of. He hated it but he saw no alternative if he ever wanted to stop being at the mercy of his young enemies.

He would have to pretend to cooperate with his captors.

To Be Continued ---
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The School Bully's Punishment

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:45 am

Good continuation! More! Thanks!

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I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!