
May 2010, I had recently turned 13 and entered adolescence. My parents saw me as being more responsible and their first request was that I looked after my 11 year old brother for a day while they went out. We both can be trusted in the house on our own but on this day my brother (let’s call him Shea) was grounded and I was told to not let him out of the house; a simple enough task.
My brother is about 140cm tall with short ginger hair and blue eyes. He has an athletic build, not muscular but certainly physically fit. He was wearing a polo shirt and jeans.
My parents left at about 8am after breakfast with the promise of being home at about 5pm. Me and my brother were sat in the living room when at about 9am he said “I’m thinking about going to my mate’s later, is that ok?†To which I replied with a stern “No†and explained what my parents said and how this can earn me their trust. On hearing this, he nodded and stormed upstairs.
It got to 10am and I thought we had struck an accord when I heard Shea on the phone to a friend, I waited for him to finish and stormed in “I thought we were clear that you weren’t supposed to leave the houseâ€
“No, you were clear on this. I’m going to my mate’s house and there’s nothing you can do about it! So go on, try your best, lock the door and hide the keys. I’m still leaving!" Answered Shea
I then backed off and replied “We’ll see about that!†I entered the garage and found the pile of junk our dad collects from work. From which I pulled 2 rolls of duct tape from then dozen or so there. When I went into the hall Shea was reaching for his shoes, I grabbed him and shoved him onto his stomach. I’d caught him off guard so he soon had his face in the carpet as I wrapped duct tape around his wrists several times. I then sat him on a wooden chair in the living room and knelt in front of him, “I told you weren’t leaving this house, understand� Shea’s only response was to kick me in the mouth, provoking me to grab the duct tape and strap his legs the legs of the chair. I started with the right leg, his stronger leg, and wrapped duct tape around his ankle and the chair leg several times, then doing the same for the left leg, amidst Shea’s constant protests and curses. To secure his legs, I wrapped a generous amount of duct tape around his denim clad knees.
Battered and bruised, I took a step back and reached for a pair of scissors nearby. I cut his wrists from behind him and forced them onto the arms of the chair. Starting with the right wrist, I wrapped duct tape around his wrist and the arm of the chair and wrapped some duct tape around his elbow and the rear end of the chair’s arm, pinning his arm to the chair at both ends. I repeated this for his left arm.
Not content yet, I wrapped even more duct tape around his lap to tie him the seat of the chair and around his waist and chest to tie him to the back of the chair. All of this wasn’t as easy as it sounded because of Shea’s struggling, squirming and shouting but now he was securely taped to the chair and going nowhere in a hurry.
“F{naughty word}G let me go, now!†Shea shouted, furious.
“That’ll be a no. You said to try my best and that’s what I’ve done, you’re not going anywhere soon. If you don’t shut up, I’ll shut you up.†After this, Shea erupted into a verbal bombardment, forcing me to go upstairs and grab a roll of medical tape. Either me or my brother were injured at any given time meaning there was no shortage of medical equipment and the medical tape was designed for human skin making it a perfect gagging tape.
When I entered the room Shea was still secured to the chair despite his frantic struggling. I went up to him and plastered his face with tape until the lower part of his face was covered with tape both under his chin and over his mouth. Now all I could hear from him was an angry mmmmmppphhh. I muttered smugly “I think we’re both clear on where we stand now†as I looked around at my handiwork and checked he could still breathe. I ran upstairs and grabbed a bandage from his room and wrapped it around his eyes, clipping it off behind his head. This provoked more struggling from my brother but he could not escape from his tiny duct tape prison.
I glanced at the clock, 10.45. Wow that was a struggle! We had tied each other up before but never for a reason like this. I got a sense of achievement from seeing my brother tied up and at my mercy. With my captive nearby, I turned on the Playstation and burned away the hours while checking everything was okay down my brother’s end in that his limbs still had complete circulation and hadn’t turned blue. Come 12.30, I untied my brother so he could have some lunch and go to the toilet. I forced him to hand his house keys over so he couldn't sneak out behind my back on the condition I didn’t tie him up.
Everything was going swimmingly; I had babysat my brother and successfully enforced his punishment. That was until my parents were pulling into the drive and Shea stormed in and bellowed “I’m telling Mum you tied me up against my will!â€
Stunned, I started pleading “What!? Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you! I’ll do whatever you want!â€
“Anything?†Shea asked just before my parents burst in.
“Hi kids! Was everything okay?†My mum asked us.
I turned to Shea, my heart pounding. He paused “…….Everything was fine!â€
I let out a sigh of relief and as my parents made their way into the kitchen Shea whispered to me “Remember, anything I want “and swaggered off up the stairs.
I will continue this story later, hope you enjoyed my first part; I’m hoping to get part 2 written by Sunday (in the UK). Until then, Chao!!!