01 - Batman
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By CURT
Thu Jun 18 16:25:18 Eastern Daylight Time 1998
Hello All,
I've finally gotten a few moments to spare, so, lo and behold, I've decided to post a story. I hope you all like it, but keep your red pens ready.
I can remember growing up in the sixties being an ardent fan of Batman, The Avengers, The Green Hornet and so on, and can only imagine that these television shows were the catalyst for my divergence from what would be considered main stream America. The few kids I grew up with in my neighborhood were as thoroughly hooked as I, and I remember many a summer day when we would don our beach towels and 25 cent masks and run around like maniacs beating up invisible villains. It was one such day when I was tied for the first, though definitely not the last time.
I was maybe ten, in the fourth grade I think, and I was Batman because I was the biggest. It seems now that I was always Batman, or the main protagonist depending on the game, because I was always the tallest kid in my class. I was also what was called in those days "husky", though now I know, I was fat (For those of you who are interested, I am now 6'7" at about 200 pounds, so I grew out of the 'husky' part.). My neighbor from across the street always played Cat Woman (the Ertha Kitt version), because she liked her purr so much. Her name was Terry, and she was, I think, two years my senior. There was also Todd, my neighbor from down the street and my age within a month, who insisted on being the Riddler because Frank Gorshin was the coolest person on the Batman T.V. show.
The game itself was sort of a cross between hide-and-seek and tag. The villains would plan some grandiose scheme, then skulk about, armed with squirt or dart guns as the hero (me) tried to find and stop them. As Batman, I had my utility belt, which included my own Bat-Gun, Bat-Cuffs (a cheap pair of toy handcuffs) and Bat-Rope with Bat-a-rang (about ten feet of clothesline with a real plastic bat attached).
On that particular day I was doing my job, creeping about, trying to find the villain's secret lair, when I felt a gun pressed into my back. "I've got you now, Batman!" came the sniggering voice from behind, and I knew, in fair play, that Terry had captured me. I could have easily overpowered her, but that was hardly in the spirit of the game, so I raised my hands and surrendered her helpless prisoner. She ordered me to take off my utility belt, and then proceeded to march me across the backyard (we were playing at my house that day), to her 'Cat Lair' which was the big tree in the back corner of the yard.
When we reached the tree she yelled for Todd to join her but he was no where to be seen (he was in the bathroom we found out later), so Terry took the initiative and changed my life forever.
She had me back against the tree, then, still pointing her dart gun at me handcuffed my hands behind my back, around the tree, with my own Bat-Cuffs. Foolish me, I thought that was the end of it, but then I felt a coil of rope tighten about my wrists as well and quickly realized that she was tying me with the Bat-Rope. She deftly looped the ten feet of rope about my wrists, my waist, and the tree, and before I knew it I was securely bound. She did a great job on the knots, tying them just out of reach, and as I struggled, I realized that I was not going to be able to free myself. Still in the spirit of the game I melodramatically cried out something like "You'll never get away with this, Cat Woman!" to which Terry chuckled and said "I already have, caped crusader." She leaned in close then, and purred in my ear (Terry could really roll her 'R's), "But we can't have you calling the 'Boy Wonder' for help. So..."
Where she got the handkerchiefs from, I don't know, but before I knew it I was gagged and blindfolded just enough for effect. I could still basically talk, and I could see well enough by tilting my head, but in the sport of the game I was helpless. Terry, in the best villainess tradition, circled the tree, giggling and purring, occasionally poking and scratching me as Cat Woman might. She was gloating over her success when Todd, the Riddler, finally came back.
"What the #$^% did you do Terry?", he said. Todd liked to curse, I recall.
"I've captured Batman." Terry replied with a snicker. "Now we can steal the 'Cat Diamond' from the kitchen without the Dynamic Duo's timely intervention."
Todd laughed, his best Riddler laugh, then they both ran off to commit whatever crime they had planned, leaving me helplessly tied to the tree. I struggled of course, and had it just been the hand-cuffs I would have easily gotten free, but as I said, Terry knew her knots, apparently, and I spent the next hour writhing in my bonds.
The villains decided at that point to fix lunch, and went into my house where my sister Carol made them peanut butter sandwiches. She was the closest thing to an adult at home at the time (she was fifteen), and if she knew of my predicament (I found out later that she did), she did nothing about it. I assume that my sister Carol kept an eye on me while my friends ate, then told them to untie me, because an hour or so later that's just what they did. There was no discussion or ill feelings after the incident. As kids are wont to do, we went on and played another game without skipping a beat, though there was no more bondage that day. There would be plenty more later, though, almost always with me as the victim if I had anything to say about it.
So there it is, as promised. My first post. I hope you all enjoyed it. I hope it made the posting cut. It seemed a bit excessive and more background than actual 'tie-up', but bear with me. Next time I won't have to describe background to you regular readers, and can focus more on the meat and potatoes of the story. Let me know what you think.
Thanks,
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CURT's stories
- 01 - Batman (m/f)
- 02 - Sea Devils (ff/m)
- 03 - Soap Opera Nuisance (f/m)
- 04 - Beth (M/F)
Stories retrieved from Stories of Tie-Up Games