This happened to me a couple of years ago when I had just turned 18.
It was winter and saturday morning I went to work at my part-time job in a factory. I am 6.2 and was regurlarly built for my age. I always wore tight skinny jeans during that period of time, and I always wore my white converse chuck taylors hi. That day I remember I wore some skinny Levis 512 and I had rubber bands attached on my ankles to boast the converse as many kids did during those days. I also had a white woll sweater on because of the cold weather. I drove my mums car down and was ready for work. I remember walking in and it was pretty cold because it had snowed the night before. Converse shoes are not made for snowy weather, but it as the only shoes I owned.
That day one of the elder regular factory workers was working with me. His name was Walt and I had seen him around before. He was probably around 50-60 years old. He was a really big dude. I was probably taller than him, he was maybe 6.0, but he was really thick and muscular. He wore his blue working-pants and black neck-high sweater.
During work he started to ask me about my hobbies. I told him I liked to play football and that was pretty much my only hobby during that period of time. I was one of the better. He told me he was an old wrestler and started bragging about his old trophies and such. The first part of the day was actually really nice and I felt like he was a cool old-dude. When it came time for lunch he proposed we drove to a nearby McDonald's. As every teenager I was down for that.
We went straight out without putting on our jackets. He asked me to lock down while he started the car. Then while I was getting my key I felt snow hitting me in the neck. Walt was laughing. I immediately grabbed some snow and threw back. Not a smart move. I hit him smack in the face.
He grabbed his face and was obviously not in a good move. Then he leaped towards me and threw me to the ground. I felt my jeans get wet instantly in the fresh snow. He screamed: "Is it funny to blind people with snow?" He overreacted and was noe really angry. He shuffled snow in my face and shoved my face down in a pile of fresh snow. As he took my head out and gave me time to breath I was screamed: " I'm sorry, i'm sorry. I didn't mean any harm. Please stop." He smacked my face the snow pile again. I couldn't breath. I pleaded for him to stop. All of a sudden he grabbed me under my shoulders and started to slide me towards the factory entrance. I felt the snow filling my jeans and converse as I got dragged. I kept pleading him to stop, and asked him what he as going to do? He threw me down just inside the doorstep and commanded: "Don't move a muscle you stupid brat." I was freezing and the concrete floor actually felt nice and warm compared to the snow outside. I didn't dare to move.
20 seconds later he came back. He rolled me on my stomach and grabbed my right arm. I tried to struggle but he forced it up towards my neck. It was painful. I felt rope being tied around my arm. Then he grabbed my left arm. He was too strong, it was useless to struggle. When my hands were tied he immediatley went to my legs. I had submitted a long time ago and I just lied there while he tied me like a pig. I tried one last. "Please. I give. I didn't mean to disrespect you by any means." He took of his wet shoes and socks. Shoved one of the socks in my mouth and tied his scarf around my head.
"Now that's what I call fun. Maybe you should show me some respect the next time you come here to work." He said angrily. "Let's se how long it takes you to get out of this mess." He added sarcasticly.
He went inside the factory again. And soon returned with fresh socks and shoes. "Good luck, punk." He left for McDonald's.
I was struggling massively. I didn't know what kind of creep this guy was. I rolled around, but for no good. He had tied my good. Maybe I should have struggled more?
Then I heard his car turn into the parking lot. I tried to get out one last time, but again I had to give to the ropes. He entered and outbursted: "You didn't outsmart your way of of this then? He went in and put the food down. Then he loosend my gag. Again I said how sorry I was for everything. He laughed and started to untie me. "No worries." He laughed. "I just love tying people up, and you gave me a chance to do that. Let's get some warmth in you."
Then we ate and he started telling stories of how he had tied up several teenagers for no good reason. I told him that I had actually enjoyed the excitement of struggeling against the ropes, but I was no match against him in a wrestling match. I declared I wanted a rematch while I laughed.
We had to work late that day.