At the Table by Fidellis
26 photos; 0:25 video
I ground my teeth in anger, but tried to keep my temper. For the hundredth time I regretted giving way to the entreaties of my friend Mike. Mike had been my best friend in college, and we still kept in touch with each other. Over the years I had heard the stories about his youngest brother, Jake. I vaguely remembered Jake as being an obnoxious little kid – he was about fifteen years younger than Mike. Even then I thought he was insufferable, but I didn’t think much about it. Little kids that age are hard to handle at the best of times. But it seemed as if Jake had kept up his reputation. Mike always referred to him as the spawn of Satan. Jake was always in trouble of some sort, at school or at home. He had flunked out of his first year at college, and then drifted around for a couple of years. Mike’s family had finally persuaded him to try school again, and as luck would have it, he was accepted at the university in my town. Mike begged me to keep an eye on him. Student housing was tight this year, and since the renovation of my house had cost more than I had expected, I agreed to rent a couple of rooms to Jake. What a mistake.
Jake was total pain in the ass. Immature, rude, obnoxious, rowdy…..the list went on and on. After just two weeks, I was ready to murder the kid. His idea of going to school was to party, party, party. I thought that he would have learned his lesson the first time around, but now that he was old enough to drink legally, classes seemed to be the last thing that he had on his mind. Partying and girls. He was a scrawny little runt, nothing like his brother, but he didn’t seem to have any trouble getting dates. I didn’t appreciate having strange young women wandering around my house at all hours of the day. Besides the partying and the girls, Jake was a slovenly pig. He had turned my kitchen into a pigsty within a couple of days, and I shuddered when I walked into his bathroom.
I hadn’t spent a fortune on having the old house fixed up, just to have it trashed by some immature punk. I tried talking to Jake, but he ignored me completely – he thought that he was doing me a big favor by renting those rooms. I didn’t need the money THAT much. The final straw came when I discovered that he had been raiding my liquor cabinet. My collection of single malt Scotch seemed to have evaporated, and to add insult to injury he had spilled booze all over the top of the mahogany cabinet, destroying the finish. My blood started to boil. Jake was going to have to be taught who was the boss in this house; he was going to learn to respect the rules I had laid down, and keep them. A fiendishly clever idea began brewing in my mind. I knew how to get his attention, and to keep it.
I sat in the living room, waiting for Jake to get home. The classes that he was supposed to be attending had been over for hours, but knowing him, he was probably sucking back beer at one of the campus pubs. Finally, I heard the door bang open, slamming into the newly plastered wall. I winced, but then thought "That will be the last time that happens."
"Jake, come in here. I want to talk to you about a serious matter." "Later, dude, I’ve phone calls to make, I’ll chat with you tomorrow." That was it. I jumped out of my chair and strode into the hall. I grabbed his shoulder as he started going up the stairs, and spun him around. "Hey man, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands off." "I’ll you tell you what I’m doing, Jake. I’m going to teach you how to respect other peoples property and to obey rules." I saw the startled look in his eyes as he noticed the piece of rope in my hand. He squawked as I hooked a foot around his ankles and propelled him forward. He fell to the floor with a satisfying crash. I jumped the kid, straddling him as I pulled his hands behind his back. He tried to get up, but my not inconsiderable weight kept him pinned to the floor. It only took me a minute to tie his hands behind his back. The rest of the rope could wait until we had reached our final destination. I dragged him to his feet, and tucking his head under my arm, I marched him into the dining room. He was complaining all the way, so once we had reached the dining room, I shoved him onto the table, on his back, and picked up a pair of his filthy briefs, which I had found hanging on the newel post of the banisters. I shoved them into his complaining mouth, all the way down his throat, and picked up my roll of electrical tape. A couple of pieces of that plastered across his mouth kept him quiet.
Once I had Jake shut up, I took his legs and heaved. The kid went slithering across the highly polished surface of the table. I had to grab his feet before he went over the edge. I took more rope, and wound it around his elbows and his torso, and then pulled him into a sitting position.
"GGMMMFUCKMMTHINKMUDONG? MMLEMMEMGOMNOW!"
“Temper, temper, Jake. This isn’t the way to behave when you’re tied up and gagged. It’s too bad that you wouldn’t listen civilly, when you had the chance. " I shoved him in the chest, and sent him sprawling backwards on the table. The little shit started drumming his heels on my newly refinished table. That really pissed me off. I flipped him onto his stomach and made short work of turning him into a tight little package. That hogtie should keep him from doing any more damage to my possessions.
"GGLEMMEGOMMARSHOLE! GGMUMCANTMMDOTHISMMEEE!!!"
" I can do whatever I feel like doing to you, Jake. Mom and Dad and big brother Mike won’t be pleased when they hear how you have been behaving. And if they get ticked off, what happens to your cash flow? I can’t see you holding down a job to pay for your tuition and rent, let alone all the partying that seems to be keeping you so busy. One word from me, and you’re out on your ear, kiddo."
I could see that I had his attention now, but my words seemed to make him even angrier. He started twisting and turning, howling through his gag. I was enjoying watching him suffer, but was getting concerned about my dining room table. I turned him over on his back, holding him in place, and made a threatening gesture with my fist, aimed straight at his exposed crotch. The thought that I might punch him in his balls had an immediate calming effect upon him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He had no way of knowing that I wouldn’t batter him into a pulp, but it gave me the chance to give the little creep a good dressing down.
I kept my fist clenched as I started talking to Jake. "Are you prepared to listen to me in a calm and rational manner? Speak up Jake, I can’t hear you." I leaned over and grabbed his hair with my other hand, giving his head a little shake. " Since you seem to have been struck speechless, I suppose that I’ll have to be satisfied with a simple nod for yes, and a shake for no. Do you understand me." He gave a little groan, and nodded his head. "Excellent, I’m so glad that we finally understand each other. Now, I’m going to explain to you how things are going to be from now on. And remember, one word from me and….no cash for you."
I gave him my spiel, explaining how there would be no late nights during the week, no strange girls in my house, no XXXX during the week (especially of my booze) and regular household chores that I expected to be done on a timely basis. He whimpered and nodded his head to each of my demands.
"Good boy. I knew that I could talk some sense into you. I’m going to leave you here for the night, so that you have time to think about all the ways that you have screwed up, and how you are going to do better in the future. If you are a very good boy, I’ll untie you in the morning; early enough for you to clean up the kitchen and make me breakfast. Night, night Jake."
I walked away, listening to him wail into his gag. I would make sure to pay him visits during the night to ensure that he was still nicely trussed up and gagged. I knew that he would thank me for the experience, eventually.
THE END
Jake played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/02/2003