BULLIES GET THEIR COMEUPPANCE m/mm

[izzyb]

Part 1 of 2


My name is Graeme. I was born in 1955 and now, in 1988, I have a franchise on a successful real estate company.

I would like to relate to you a story about how I was mercilessly and relentlessly bullied by two brothers when I was 13 and 14. The brothers were Lionel and Eric and, when their family moved into the district around 1968 they took an instant dislike to me, for whatever reason I don’t know.

As a schoolboy in my early teens I had very pale skin and a mop of wavy dirty blonde hair which gave me a rather effiminate look. My mother once related to me that, when she was wheeling me around in a pram as a baby, people would often come up to her and ask “What a lovely girl. What is her name?”

The bullying was ongoing for almost two years. It occurred as I entered the school grounds, during school hours, after school and even at weekends. The teachers and even the principal knew about the bullying episodes but refused to intervene. In the 60’s it was brushed off as childish pranks or ‘boys will be boys’.

The bullying took the form of mental anguish as well as physical attacks. Lionel and Eric, although the same age as me, were much bigger as I was short in stature and could be considered as something of a weakling. I had only two friends I could socialise with and confide in but they would never intervene when I was being tormented. I guess they feared retribution from the brothers. In other words, they were not true friends.

I would like to relate some of the many incidents in which I was bullied. There were the usual head-dunking in the toilet bowl and being ‘dacked’ on a regular basis. (dacked is an Australian slang term which means having your trousers pulled down to cause embarrassment)

The school had a flagpole on which our national flag was proudly displayed. I came to hate that flagpole. One more than occasion I had my hands tied behind the pole, I was dacked, the flag was brought down and my trousers were hoisted to the top of the pole. I was helpless as my co-students thought it was a huge joke, almost pissing themselves with laughter as they watched my trousers fluttering in the breeze. The boys either poked my body or slapped my face whilst the girls just smiled and gave me a ‘poor Graeme’ look.

Our school uniform, even at that age, was a white shirt, a school blazer, a tie and long trousers. My tie was often used to bind my hands but, once, it was knotted around the flagpole in half a dozen knots so tightly that it took me half an hour to untie them. And that was when I was still wearing the tie. It almost choked me.

In the 60’s it was common practice for the schoolkids to buy their lunches from the school canteen. My mother would give just enough money to buy me some sandwiches and a drink but not enough to splurge on lollies. Sometimes I was supplied with a cut lunch.

My tormentors would often grab me as I walked in the school gates. One would twist my arms behind my back while the other would rifle through my satchel and steal the money. If I had a lunchbox from my mother the sandwiches would be gobbled up by the brothers. There were times where I went a whole week without anything to eat for lunch. My mother could never work out why I was so hungry when I came home!

And, of course, I was tied up by Lionel and Eric so many times I lost count. These usually occurred in the school gym when the other students had left to go to the next class or sometimes at the lunch break. I was tied hand and foot and gagged with a cloth cleave gag and often stuffed into a locker or a closet where a teacher or the janitor would find me after the next class.

One of their favourite tie-ups was when they would tie me to a set of parallel bars. Each hand would be tied separately to one of the bars and then my legs would be grabbed and also tied separately to one of the bars. I had a rag stuffed so far into my mouth I couldn’t spit it out. I was left sagging between the parallel bars. It was agonising.

Even my weekends were not sacrosanct from the bullying by the brothers. I played field hockey, another sport which I was not very good at, and of course Lionel and Eric were on the same team. Despite being teammates there were many times when I was whacked ‘accidentally’ in the shins by one of them and even tripped over a few times.

Even though all this bullying continued non-stop for almost two years I didn’t dare mention any of it to my parents or teachers. My father would have told me to ‘man up’ or fight back and my mother would have dashed to the principal to air her concerns. If she had done that I feared that the bullying would have taken a more serious turn.

Even a weakling like me finally came to a point where I decided I had to do something about the brothers who were making my life a living hell. But what could I do?

For a few weeks I took some boxing lessons at the local gym. I had second thoughts when my sparring partners kept knocking me down but I persisted.

I finally worked up enough courage to stand up to the two bullies one morning on my way to school. I stood with my fists clenched in a boxer’s pose ready to pummel Lionel and/or Eric. Before I could lay a fist on them Lionel unleashed a barrage of punches aimed at my body and face and I ended up on the ground with a bloody face. ‘Gee, that worked well’ I groaned through a couple of broken teeth.

Plan A thus went out the window and I had to figure another way to take down these bullies. But what could a weakling like me do up against two boys much bigger and stronger than me?

I put on my thinking cap and ...... aha, got it!

[Snozzberry]

I sure hope your "Aha I got it" works out better than your boxing turned you into a human punching bag idea did.

🖐🖐

[izzyb]

Part 2 of 2

After about eighteen months of bullying I began having nightmares about the brothers. Not only were they beating me up, tying me up or embarrassing me in my waking hours, they were now tormenting me while I was asleep. I would wake up yelling and screaming but, again, never daring to tell my parents the real reason for the nightmares. It was at that point that my mother bought some sleeping pills from the chemist so that I could get a good night’s sleep.

I was to put Plan B into action, courtesy of the sleeping pills.

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It was to happen on a Friday afternoon when a gym session was our last period of the day. In my locker, for which I had the only key, I stashed my supplies. In there were two rolls of gaffer tape, four coils of rope, two large white sheets attached with bobby pins, my instamatic camera and two babies dummies.

The class went through an exhausting gym session which left every student looking for the final bell so we could all go home. As per normal, Lionel and Eric, plus me, were the last to leave. I knew their plans – they wanted to tie me up and leave me for the janitor to find when he locked up.

I had changed from my gymshorts into my school uniform when the brothers approached me.

“You know the drill, you dweeb. Come here so we can tie you up. What is it today, just hands and feet or maybe a hogtie.” Lionel was the more aggressive of the brothers.

“Come on, guys, show a little mercy for a change. At least let me have a drink before you start.” I pleaded.

I then pulled out a bottle of cordial my mother had supplied and pretended to drink it.

“Here, let’s have that. It looks good. What is it, lime?” Lionel snatched the bottle out of my hand and began to drink it.

“That’s a strange taste. A little bitter.”

“Ha ha, fooled you. I’ve got another bottle.”

Before I had a chance to take a sip Eric snatched that bottle and he began to guzzle it, just like his brother.

What Lionel and Eric didn’t know was that I had taken two bottle of sleeping pills from home, ground them down into a fine paste and added it to the lime cordial in both bottles. The liquid was consumed in a few seconds and the brothers again approached me with ropes in their hands.

I didn’t know if the sleeping pills would work or, if they did, how long it would be before they took effect. To my utter amazement, and unbridled joy, the effect was almost instantaneous. Both Lionel and Eric began to stagger as they came towards me and then collapsed on the floor. They were sleeping like babies.

It had worked!

Now to give these bullies what they deserved.

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I ran to my locker and grabbed the supplies I had stored there and then back to the gym.

I stripped the two brothers of every stitch of clothing that they wore. The two large white sheets that I had brought with me were now wrapped around each boy as nappies, kept in place with bobby pins. Their clothes I would later deposit in a dumpster so they would have to walk home in the nappies. Please don’t wake up just yet!!

Next I taped up their hands into fists with about ten layers of gaffer tape. I also taped their wrists together - Lionel in front of his body and Eric behind his back. I was rushing, hoping like hell they wouldn’t wake up until I had finished.

I then tied the ankles of both boys with coils of rope and also secured their legs just above their knees. More ropes kept their arms pinioned against their bodies. To keep Lionel immobile I tied his taped up hands to the rope around his thighs and I hogtied Eric with a rope attaching his ankles to ropes around his chest.

I knew they would scream the house down when they came to so I fixed that. I took both of Eric’s socks which were drenched in sweat from the gym session and thrust them into Lionel’s mouth and vice versa with Lionel’s socks in Eric’s mouth. To keep the socks in place a liberal dose of ten wraps of gaffer tape around their heads was applied.

There were still three actions I had to perform to complete the humiliation of these bullies.

Firstly, I cut a small hole in the tape gags where their mouths were and forced a baby dummy into each hole and taped it there. Then I placed a cardboard sign, which I had earlier drawn up, under the chest ropes of each boy and taped it there. The sign read ‘I AM A BULLY’.

Lastly, I took out my instamatic camera and took a few photos of both Lionel and Eric. The camera produced immediate reproductions of the two tied up brothers. I sprinted into a nearby classroom which had a photocopier and ran off a couple dozen prints of each boy. I posted some on any noticeboards I could find, but saving two which I would send to the boys’ parents.

With all that completed I returned to the gym and sat patiently waiting for the boys to wake up. I wanted to see their faces and give them a one-finger sign. My days of being tormented by these bullies were at an end.

In about ten minutes time when they hadn’t woken I gave them a prod, or rather a kick, to make sure they weren’t dead. I couldn’t really care if they were dead but I really wanted to see their reactions when they woke.

Eventually Lionel stirred, followed by Eric. Neither moved for a few seconds as they were still in a semi-stupor as a result of swallowing the sleeping pill paste. When each had fully regained their senses the looks on their faces was priceless.

They were at first red with embarrassment, then fuming so much trying to get rid of their gags I thought they were going to blow a gasket. When they finally realised they were also tied up their writhing, squirming and bucking was a sight to behold.

“Well, guys, how does it feel to be on the receiving end for once? Don’t even bother trying to get loose. I may be a weakling but there’s one thing I’m good at and that’s tying and knotting ropes.”

“I’ll leave you now. Got to get home.”

“Oh, one thing more. I’ve taken some photos of both of you in your nappies and all tied up and gagged and I’ve posted them on noticeboards all over the school. I’ll also send copies to your parents. Bye, bye, have fun.”

The boys were found by the janitor later that night when he was locking up the school for the weekend. They were too embarrassed to tell the janitor who had put them in that position.

Needless to say, I was never again bullied by Lionel or Eric.

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As a postscript, a couple of days ago a couple of men walked into my place of business asking if our company had any places to rent. According to the men they had just been evicted from the apartment in which they were living for failing to pay the rent and for damaging the property.

I recognised the two men instantly. They were Lionel and Eric. They obviously didn’t recognise me as I looked vastly different from the weakling they had bullied twenty years earlier.

Prospective clients who had failed to keep up with their rental payments are generally not given a second look by any reputable rental company. However, there was a flea-bitten, rundown shack which we had on our books for years that no-one wanted to live in. I jacked up the rent by almost double and told these two men to ‘take it our leave it’ even with sight unseen. They agreed with the terms so I took their money and sent them on their way to their new address.

Again I would liked to have seen their faces when they were confronted with the ramshackle dwelling.

Revenge is sweet!

[Snozzberry]

Great Story even better ending.

YAY FOR THE UNDERDOG. Graeme defeats the Bullies and wins a NOBLE PEACE PRIZE. Sends the Bullies to BED BUG HEAVEN 20 years later. Double the rent, DoubleMint Gum.

🖐🖐

[WhereAmI]

Great little story. In the end the Bullies got what they deserved.