## Tied to the Post

Post by Kyle » Mon Feb 09, 2009 8:13 pm

Here's another story from my childhood. This one involves myself (obviously), as well as Lisa, Joe, and Carl from my last story. This one took place at roughly the same time as my last one. I'm not exactly sure, but I think it was before it. I would've probably been 7 at the time of this story too. As with my last story, I remember the major details pretty well, but some of the smaller details have been made up by me, particularly the dialogue, which there is more of in this story than either of my last 2. I'd guess at least 80-90% of what I'm writing is definitely what happened, with a few small details and the dialogue being a guess by me as to what happened.
Anyway, Carl, Lisa, Joe, and I were in my yard playing around. I'm not sure exactly what we started out doing, and I won't even take a guess at that, since it's not relevant. But for some reason Carl and Joe decided they were going to take Lisa and I hostage. Joe had a toy gun and Carl had some little plastic toy rake of mine that was sitting in the yard. They ordered Lisa and I to my dad's old Toyota pickup truck and told us to climb in the bed of the truck. We did so. Carl held the rake over us like some warrior holding a spear over a defeated foe while we laid down on our backs in the back of the truck.
Carl and Joe spent a minute or so "threatening" us and discussing what to do with us. While they were discussing it, Joe's mom from across the street called over to ask or tell him something. Both of them turned their attention from us for a moment when she did that. Lisa decided to take this chance to escape. Around the time Joe's mom was finished, Lisa jumped up and before either of the boys could stop her, was out of the truck and running away.
It hadn't occured to me to try this, so I was behind Lisa. I hadn't even fully gotten to my feet by the time she got out. Unfortunately I wasn't fast enough to escape (or fortunately depending on how you look at it, since I might not have a story now if I'd gotten away) and both of them grabbed me.
"Where do you think you're going?" Joe asked. "Get back down there." I did what he said, and Carl held the rake over me while Joe pointed the gun at me. I don't think they really would've hurt me if I'd tried to escape, but they were older and could've easily held me down if they'd wanted to.
I have no idea where Lisa ran off to, but I thought it was kind of mean of her to escape and leave me behind. Typical girl huh? Carl and Joe now discussed what they were going to do next since one of their captives had escaped. After a minute or two Carl said "I've got an idea." He turned to me and said "Get up."
They made me climb out of the truck. Both of them held on to my arms so I couldn't get away like Lisa did. They led me over to Carl's house next door and up to the porch of the house. It was a covered porch, nothing fancy (none of the houses around were). Carl told me to stand up against one of the posts holding the roof up above. "Watch him a minute" he told Joe. Carl left us there. Joe held me at "gunpoint" standing very close by. I was always very small for my age until I hit my growth spurt around the age of 13, so he could've held me there easily if he'd wanted to. Plus, I was slow and wouldn't ever have made it, so I stayed put.
Carl came back a minute or two later. He carried some blue strap with him. "Stand up against the post" he said. I did so, putting my back against it. I wasn't expecting it, but Carl looped the strap around my waist and the post and quickly buckled it or something to secure me to the post.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked. "We're making sure you stay put" Carl said. He and Joe stepped back to watch me. I started struggling against the strap. It was pretty tight. I couldn't get out. Carl and Joe laughed as I struggled unsuccessfully to free myself. They watched me for maybe 30 seconds or so.
Now because my arms were free at the moment, I started using my hands to fiddle with the strap. It didn't occur to me at the time to try to slide the strap around to reach the buckle behind me. Apparently, Carl thought I might think of it. He walked over to me.
"Let me go" I said. "Okay" Carl replied. He reached around behind me and undid the buckle or whatever was holding the strap (I couldn't see it and don't remember how it was fastened now anyway). I thought he was really letting me go. Instead he pushed my arms down to my sides and quickly buckled the strap around my waist, the post, AND my arms.
"Hey! Come on! I thought you were letting me go" I said. I started struggling again. The strap was pulled pretty tight. Now with my arms pinned to my sides I couldn't mess with it. I tried to slip my arms out, but they were pinned in too tight.
Joe and Carl stepped back to watch me struggle again. "I think that'll hold him now" Carl said. He was right. I tried and tried to get my arms free, but I couldn't do it.
Carl and Joe got bored after a couple of minutes and started talking about school and other stuff. They started ignoring my pleas to be let go. I don't know if they didn't think about it or didn't have supplies or what, but they never did gag me with anything. They just ignored me. I didn't get real loud. I thought about shouting for help, but honestly I was kind of embarassed about being found tied up by anyone. I'd been trying to free myself for maybe about 5 minutes when Lisa finally came back from wherever it was she'd run off to. I guess she saw me tied up and curiosity got the better of her. She came up on the porch, giggling at me.
"What's going on?" she asked. "Why is he tied up?" She started checking out the strap that held me in place. I was a little embarassed being seen by her.
"We had to make sure he didnt escape like you did" Joe said. At this point I thought for sure Lisa would get captured again and would end up there with me. I guess Joe and Carl were starting to get bored though. Carl said to Lisa "We're going inside. You watch over him."
"Okay!" she agreed. Carl and Joe went inside, leaving me Lisa's prisoner now. She turned and looked at me. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt more helpless being looked at this closely by a girl than I had before. I remember this feeling pretty well. I started squriming around as much as the strap allowed. I couldn't move a lot since it was pretty tight, and I definitely still couldn't escape. Lisa watched me struggle for several seconds and started giggling again. "They really didn't want you to escape did they?"
"Come on Lisa, let me out of this" I asked. She had started messing with my hair at this point. I always hated having my hair messed with (still do actually). I tried to jerk away from her, but couldn't go far. Lisa started laughing. I guess she found my helplessness very funny.
"Lisa, come on! Let me go" I asked. Lisa was now poking me in the sides, another thing I hate (and again, still do). She seemed to enjoy the power she had over me. "Lisa stop it!" I said. I had found it kind of fun up to that point (even if it was embarassing), but didn't care for the side poking, especially since I couldn't do anything about it. She never did do what so many people do in this situation based on what I've read in other stories, tickled me.
Lisa messed with my hair, poked me in the sides, and rubbed her hands in my face for a couple of minutes. She then backed off and watched me struggle some more. Once I realized she was just going to watch me, I said "Come on. Lisa, untie me." I was starting to really plead with her now. I do remember those words pretty clearly (well, with Lisa's real name, but otherwise I'm pretty sure those are the exact words there). I had never felt so helpless in all my life, including the time I was handcuffed to the bed in my first story. I don't know what it was, but something about being bound in front of a girl my age made me feel even more helpless.
"Do you really want out?" Lisa asked me. "Yes" I replied. If we'd been inside where no one could see us I wouldn't have minded quite so much, but I didn't like being outside. "No, I think I'm going home." She stood up, pinched my cheek, and walked off. "Lisa!" I really started squirming now. I really didn't want to be left alone. Still the strap wouldn't give. "Lisa!" I was starting to panic.
She was all the way down at the end of Carl's driveway when she stopped and came back. I was relieved. She laughed at me. "You should see the look on your face." She reached around and started fiddling with the strap. I stood still while she worked on it. It took her a minute or so to finally figure it out. But she finally did get it loose. She let the strap fall to the ground and I was finally free. I'd been strapped to the pole for about 10 minutes altogether I guess.
After that we went on doing something else. Carl and Joe came out a short time later. Neither of them said anything about me being free. I guess they figured out Lisa released me and didn't care about it. I don't remember anyone ever bringing it up again, other than Lisa teasing me about it once or twice very shortly afterwards. Before long though, even she seemed to forget about it. I'm probably the only one who remembers it.
And that was it. It was my first time being bound by someone else (the handcuff incident was something I did to myself) and as of this writing the last time that I can remember. Looking back now, it's kind of ironic that the girl who'd be my damsel in distress in so many of our other games started out being my heroine and rescuing me (and by the way again, before I get asked, none of those stories involved tie-ups that I remember). It was kind of a strange feeling to me because I'd thought it was always the guy rescuing the girl up to that point.
As much as Lisa seemed to enjoy having me at her mercy, and despite the several adventure hero-rescuing-the-damsel-in-distress games we played over the next year or 2, it's almost hard for me to believe neither of us ever truly ended up tied up again. But if it happened, I don't remember it now. Knowing me, if it happened I think I'd remember it.
For now, that is the end of any tie-ups that directly involved me. Well, there were a few minor incidents with tape lying around where my friends or I would end up taping our mouths shut (is that something that occurs to all kids when they see a roll of tape lying around?) and a very short incident where one of my elementary school teachers silenced me with a hand over my mouth, but nothing involving real restraint. There are a few times I've seen someone else get tied up though. I'll get to those stories another time. For now, this is it for me.