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"Is that him?"

"Yeah, Bobby, that's him."

"OK, Sis, you go home...I'll take care of this punk!"

I walked up to the leather clad punk. I'd seen him around town, MaryLou said his name was Mark. He cast a surly glance in my direction as I approached his space. There was nobody else in sight in the park.

"You the punk who copped a feel off my sister last night?" I growled

"Fuck you, I ain't never seen that skank before. Fuck off!"

I grabbed him by the collar, and with a few rapid gut punches, the punk was mine. He lay there gasping as I pulled off his leather jacket and unraveled the clothesline I had taken from home. Before he had caught his breath, I had his wrists roped tight behind him, and wound about 10 layers of rope around his chest and upper arms. He gasped and grunted as I pulled the ropes as tight as humanly possible and knotted them off.

"Unngghh..I tell ya I don't know the bitch!" he gasped out, as I rolled up a white bandanna to gag him.

"Shut up, you fucking Eminem wannabe. If MaryLou says you're the one, that's good enough for me. Didn't your mama tell you 'No means no'? Time for you to learn some respect!"

I jammed the gag into his mouth and pulled it tight behind his head. I chuckled to myself when he groaned at the tight cloth biting into his lips. I had to admit he was a good-looking kid, and MaryLou is no pageant winner, if you get my drift, but she's still my little sister, and I had to defend her honor, what was left of it.

"So, stud, not so tough now, eh? Stretch those legs out, pussy!"

I roped his ankles tightly over his Skecher boots, enjoying each gagged grunt as I pulled as tight as I could on the cord.

"Ever go cow-tipping, punk?" I asked, sarcastically, then tipped him over. He sprawled onto his side, grunting and glaring up at me defiantly. One more little kick and he was on his belly. I stood over him and pressed my booted foot down on his butt. He moaned in agony as his balls were crushed against the concrete.

"Now, you gonna be nice to the ladies, boy?"

"Ooo ot a wong guygghhh", he mumbled.

"I don't think so. And even if I do, you looked like you could use a good beating anyway," I rationalized, as I kicked him in the gut.

"Whooeee!" I yelped, "Let's play rodeo! Ever been hogtied, stud?"

The punk went all quiet as I pulled out more rope and hogtied him into a tight ball. Just an occasional gagged moan...it was almost as if he had given up and was resigned to suffering his punishment in stoic silence. Kinda took the fun out of it. I slapped him around a few times, then undid the hogtie and tied him to the post of the picnic gazebo.

"OK, wiseass, hope you learned your lesson! I'm sure some of your homies will be by soon to let you loose."

He looked up at me pitifully, a wounded puppy-dog look in his eyes. Almost gave me some second thoughts, but nah, I went home and cracked open a few cold ones to relax.

It was only 4 weeks later, when I was flipping though the local paper that I realized my mistake. There was a picture of Mark......he had just been ordained a priest in the cathedral downtown! Oh, my God, that dumb  MaryLou had been wrong all along!

The End

Mark played by Gurth

photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 07/03/2003

Tags: story, outdoors, cleave gag