Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Apr 09, 2011 5:32 am
TThanks for the responses.
I slowly emerged from the stall and faced my 3 former friends. Each one of them a little sweaty from the running. I studied them from left to right. First was Justin: An outfielder for the baseball team, he was a genius in his own right. He was also maniacal. This was probably his idea. He was smaller like me, with black hair. A t-shirt revealed his bulging arms, and shorts, with Nike shoes and crew black socks. Since thats what all the "cool" kids are wearing.
Chad was big and tan. The definition of a bully essentially. Large, looming frame, wearing a baseball shirt, shorts, and basketball shoes. His abilities as pitcher allowed his drinking habits to go unnoticed.
Then there was Eric. He was in the gym twenty four-7 but heightwise was fairly normal. He had the same things on as Justin. Eric had gotten into pot so was a little out of wack at times. I tried to avoid him.
"Down on the ground squirt. Nowhere to run." Chad said.
"Justin, lock the door with that janitor key."
"Already done," Justin said with a smile.
Thats how all the doors were locked. My fate was sealed so I went down to my stomach and rested my chin on the tile floor. The 3 boys quickly got on top of me, dumping there bondage contents on the floor.
"I got his feet!" Chad said.
"Hands." Eric said.
"Wait what do I do?" Justin said.
"What do you think? Tape his mouth shut, cant have him yelling.
I felt my shoes being taken off and thrown aside, and tape being applied to my ankles. My wrists had been cuffed already and now Eric was tying them off with rope. Meanwhile Justin was about to tape my mouth.
"Guys do I have to take off my sock? It feels weird when they are off." Justin complained.
"Jeesh," Chad said, "I'll do it." He untied his shoe pulling off his ankle sock and jammed it in my unwilling mouth. Then tape was wrapped around my head to seal it in. I decided not to complain or yell since at least they weren't Justins.
The 3 forced me up. Cutting away the tape that held my ankles together. A baseball sock was wrapped around my eyes and I felt a bag being put over my head as I was being walked to the door.
Justin tied rope around each of my ankles then connected them to make some sort of shackle.
I was led out the bathroom, up the elevator, and outside in the cold. No turning back now.