The Sabotage

Postby Canuck33 » Fri Dec 26, 2014 12:14 am

It was a hot, sticky evening in Palm Bay, Florida, just like any other afternoon throughout the year. Roman had to wait until 7:30 so the temperatures would be comfortable enough for him to go on running. He was in his last year of high school and just got accepted into the soccer team as a winger. Roman went on long runs 3-4 times a week, in addition to his team practices. He chose a course close to home that included going into an abandoned park, and usually kept track of his time. Roman's current goal was to sustain a rate of seven minutes per mile, a formidable goal considering the entire course was over five miles long and he ran without breaks and only a bottle of gatorade to replenish himself.

Despite his parents’ protests, this grueling regimen helped: Not only was Roman becoming more aggressive on the field, but between all the players on his team, he had the highest endurance levels, by far. This proved to be a valuable weapon: In the second half, when the rest of his team (and their opponents) were beginning to slack off and make mistakes, Roman still had enough energy to crush his team’s opponents. Although the season was just starting out and no games have been played, Roman was getting noticed outside of the school. The Anderson Collegiate Jaguars - his school's historical rivals - were beginning to notice him, and their reaction was not positive. Frankly, with the amount of Facebook and twitter feeds Roman was sending to his friends, it was impossible for him to remain anonymous. But Roman never assumed he'd be paying a price for not keeping a low profile...

Roman Fleishman was almost eighteen years old and was halfway through his final year at King George Secondary Institute. His body was ideal for the role of goalie – he was 6 foot tall, thin, with lots of lean muscle and an effortless high jumping ability, yet he preferred to take a more active role in his team as a right winger. Roman was also a swimmer, having swum competitively since he was 10 years old, and continued to swim, although less vigorously this year, to maintain his incredible stamina. Although Roman only weighed 150 pounds, he possessed broad, well-rounded shoulders as a result of mastering the breaststroke. His lean legs were deceptively strong, although this strength never generated in the form of kicks until now. It didn’t matter, though. At his age, most boys on the soccer team were not much bigger than him, and his tall, fast-moving frame sent lesser players into helpless mode whenever he approached. In short, Roman had no doubts that thanks to him, the King George Cubs will decimate all opposing teams, at least on a regional level. The Jaguars, as far as he was concerned, were history...

“Thursday, April 17, 2010; 7:35 P.M.” Roman checked his iPhone, turned on his stopwatch and started running. His body was already warmed up from the excruciating practice that Coach Nelson made them have that afternoon. Everybody else was at home, either doing homework or watching TV. It didn’t matter. Roman didn’t earn the nickname “Crazy Horse” for no reason. Today he was going for a five mile run, his longest one yet. Roman laced his black Shox running shoes and headed out. He was wearing his team’s colours – navy blue nylon shorts and a white t-shirt with the school’s crest on it. He took one last look in the mirror, and couldn’t help but admire himself, his stylishly wavy black hair and stubble, surprisingly thick for a boy his age. He shrugged and headed towards the park.

It was getting dusky already, and most young families already left to put their young ones in bed. There were two senior couples sitting on benches, watching him whiz by. Roman did not pay attention to them. He scrolled down his music list, put on “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga and started listening on his headphones. His roommates were not here to ridicule his choice of music, thank God!
Roman's sexuality has been called into question on several occasions. He was the only member of the team who never had a girlfriend, nor did he ever boast about his past sexual escapades, real or otherwise. But that didn't mean he was gay!
...

The song ended, but Roman kept running. He was now listening to the rest of the album “Fame”. It was getting dark, and almost reached his destination, an old sign carved into a tree in the middle of the woods.
“I made it!” He growled to himself. After touching the sign, he decided to make a quick break. It was still pretty hot, and he was getting dehydrated, after all. A few seconds off wouldn’t kill him.

He took a few swigs of Gatorade, capped his bottle and looked around. Just before he was about to resume, a young guy walked towards him. He had shaggy brown hair, a thick stubble and was wearing a short-sleeved tweed shirt, jeans and sneakers. He must've been around Roman's age. Roman didn’t recognize him, but since he thought the guy looked normal enough. He yelled towards him “yo, what’s up?”

“Hey, you there,” the guy began, “do you know how to switch tires?”
“No, why?” asked Roman. He didn’t even know how to drive, honestly.
“I was driving my truck when suddenly I hit something, and now me and my friends are stuck here. I need someone strong to help us take out the punctured tire and put the spare one in. Think you can help?”
Roman never missed out an opportunity to show that he was stronger than he looked. “Sure! No problem.”
He followed the young man, who made his way towards the side street. Just as he said, there was a large silver van parked on the roadside. All four tires seem to be in working order.
“Are you sure it’s punctured? It looks alright to me,” he said.
“No man, you’ll have to look closer,” the guy’s friend said as he exited from the back door. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and long shaggy hair like his friend, but his was a rather dirty blond.

Reluctantly, Roman bent down on his knees and inspected the wheel. He noticed no visible holes or serious damage, but kept on looking anyways when suddenly, he felt a hand across his mouth.
"What the..." he began before he felt something hard and rubbery fit inside his mouth. It was a ball gag.
"Shut up, Roman. It's about time you found out felt the wrath of a Jaguar," the guy said. To Roman's surprise, a number of guys jumped out of the van, holding rolls of duct tape, rope...what the hell was happening?

"Leave me aaaaa!!" The ball gag was shoved deeper into Roman's mouth before he could finish that sentence, and then reinforced with duct tape which was pulled tightly around his head several times. Shit, he thought. Taking this tape off is gonna hurt!!
His kidnappers, four of them in total, forced Roman into a prone position, giving a few painful smacks every time he tried to resist. Eventually, Roman decided to let those jerks have their due. They tied rope around his wrists, tying his hands behind his back, then securing his elbows tightly together.
"MMMMMMMM!!!" Roman yelled through the tight gag. His outburst was met with a firm slap to the face. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"Zip it, faggot. Look at that, he's gonna start crying!" The leader of the group, the guy that lied about the tire, pointed out.
"Cryin's for fruits and pussies, I thought you should know that by now," another guy pointed out. Roman made an effort to take his fortune like a man, but it was too late now.

"I don't wanna have to look at this loser's face," said the leader and nodded to one of his helpers. The guy had a black leather hood in his hands, with only two small nose holes for breathing. He looked menacingly at Roman. The last thing Roman remembered was seeing his captor place the hood on his head and then lace it a little too tightly. He was still fighting them off when they carried him off, but being only 150 lbs against four guys who were considerably heavier and stronger, Roman didn't stand much of a chance.
"Wait until his team mates hear about this," snarled one of the voices.
Once Roman found out he could still breathe with the leather hood on, though with some difficulty, he began to contemplate what those bastards had in mind for him....

TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby tony2 » Fri Dec 26, 2014 2:42 am

Great start, good character foundation build. Thanks for posting.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: The Sabotage

Postby NemesisPrime » Fri Dec 26, 2014 2:53 am

Oh my, a late Christmas present from one of my favorite writers? This truly is a magical time of year!

Loving it already but I wonder what that the Jaguars have in store for poor (lucky) Roman? Maybe forced to wear the other team's jersey as humiliation, sniffing their used gear, etc. The possibilities are endless!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: The Sabotage

Postby xtc » Fri Dec 26, 2014 5:04 am

Good start. Looking forward to the continuation.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Sabotage

Postby Monroe60 » Sat Dec 27, 2014 9:23 pm

I'm overjoyed at your return. Write more.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby fratboydanny » Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:04 am

Great beginning. Can't wait to see more.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:32 am

Hi everybody, sorry about the delay, I've been experiencing a bad case of writer's block and just general mental lethargy. Maybe it's the weather, who knows. :(
Please forgive the long wait, I wanted to make sure I come up with something worthwhile, something people will be willing to read over and over. So, here it is, PLEASE offer me some feedback, let me know if there's anything you'd like to see happen. Third part is already in progress.



TO BE CONTINUED

PART 2

The leather hood completely disoriented Roman, but he was still conscious enough to realize that the van was moving. One of the guys was sitting on top of his legs and holding down his already tied-up hands, disabling any movement.
“It looks like the Energizer bunny just ran out of battery!” One of the kidnappers shouted, eliciting a loud collective laughter from everyone.
‘How is that funny?!’ Thought Roman. He tried jerking his hands away from the kidnapper’s grip, which resulted in a firm smack to the side of his hooded head.

‘They’re probably just laughing at how ridiculous I look,’ Roman thought. A snide comment about Roman’s butt confirmed his suspicions.
“Turn him over,” one of the guys said. “I wanna see if he’s enjoying this.”
“What???” another guy called out. “Isn’t that a little gay?”
“Just do it, asshole!”

Reluctantly, the guy who made the homoerotic remark grabbed Roman (rather roughly) and turned him on his back. To Roman’s dismay, he had a full erection sticking up the waistband of his tight boxer briefs. Although he couldn’t see anything, Roman knew its outline was clearly visible through his blue soccer shorts.
“Yup, Energizer Bunny has quite a basketful!” The same guy who told his friends to turn him over remarked. Despite (or perhaps, because of) the obvious humiliation, Roman was getting aroused.
Though he clearly had a bondage fetish, which would develop into a full-blown appreciation of BDSM later on, Roman blamed it on raging hormones. ‘Goddamn testosterone overload!’ he said in his head, ‘being manlier than everybody else in school can be a problem sometimes…’

“Alright guys, enough of this gay shit! I got an idea!” A new voice was introduced into the cacophony. The guy, whom Roman presumed was the jerk who lied about the tires, grabbed Roman’s legs and pulled them into his chest. Roman started fighting off his assailant (as much as he could, considering his feet were tightly bound together) but his resistance only made things worse, as everybody else decided to gang up against him. Soon, his knees were painfully pushed against his chest and coils of rope were pulled around his body to keep his legs in place.

Roman prayed that they won’t leave him in his position for too long as his legs were already beginning to cramp. Luckily the ride only lasted a few more minutes. He felt himself being removed from the van by several powerful guys. His slender, 150 pound frame proved no match for those larger boys. ‘Damn it,’ he thought, ‘I gotta start bulking up!’

“You better behave yourself, Messi, if you don’t want us to really hurt you,” one of the voices growled in his ear. It was the same voice that asked the others to flip him over. “Do you understand?”
“Mmm-hmm!” Roman grunted through his ball gag. He really couldn’t say much more.
“Good bunny.” The same kidnapper slapped his knees a little painfully as he helped the others carry him out. Roman felt himself walking up three or four stairs and entering an enclosed space, most likely a house. No, it couldn’t have been a house; it smelled far too rancid to be somebody’s residence! Was he being taken into an abandoned factory?!

He felt the leather hood being loosened up and then taken off completely. Not having his face encased in tight leather was an enormous release, though Roman felt himself strangely aroused by the evil-looking contraption. ‘Stop it,’ he told himself, ‘these guys are trying to kill me!’

A quick glance at his surroundings confirmed his suspicions. This was indeed an abandoned factory, or something. The walls around him were concrete gray, and other than some construction material and debris, the room was empty. There was a chair in middle, and Roman had a pretty good idea who was the lucky guest of honour…

To his relief, the tight rope pulling his knees to his chest was removed, freeing Roman from the balled-up position he was forced into. With excessive aggression, Roman was now forced to walk. His hands and feet remained tightly bound, so he could do was slowly hobble along as his aggressors pulled him towards the chair.

Roman managed to get a good look at his kidnappers. There were five of them. Unlike him, none of them were wearing the Jaguars soccer uniform. Four of them were pale Caucasians with dirty blonde hair of varying shades. The biggest one, whom Roman recognized as the guy who lied about the tire, had a thin brown stubble of hair around his cheeks. Clearly, he was trying to grow a beard, thought it isn’t nearly as thick and impressive as mine, thought Roman.

‘What a bunch of pansies,’ Roman said to himself. With every ounce of his strength, he pulled out of the guys’ grips and made a run for it. He managed to hobble a few inches before tripping painfully on the floor. His failure was met by a roar of laughter.
“MMMPPPPP!”

“Alright Adam Lambert, enough of this shit,” the guy who had Roman flipped over, and later issued a warning in his ear, called out. Roman had a good look at him. The boy was probably a senior, like everyone else in this group, but his smooth, youthful face made it impossible to tell. He must have been about 6’1’’ and was well-built, though far from being a hulking brute like Mr. Whiskers over there. He had clear blue eyes, a deep tan (Roman suspected this guy loved his bronzer a little too much) a round baby face, shapely eyebrows that have definitely seen their share of cosmetic treatment, and he was sporting a fashionable faux hawk that was favoured among many young soccer players, except his contained a fair amount of platinum-blonde highlights that clashed with his dark brown eyebrows. He was casually dressed in torn acid jeans, a white t-shirt and sandals. It seemed that this boy was the leader of the pack.

Roman noticed he was also sporting a tiny silver earring on his right ear. If he wasn’t such a douche bag, he’d be kinda cute, Roman felt himself thinking subconsciously before cursing himself for thinking such gay thoughts.

“TIE HIM TO THE CHAIR!” The boy commanded his cronies. Although his voice was deep and powerful enough to echo in the otherwise empty chamber, there was a touch of flamboyance in his tone that made him less threatening, at least to Roman. ‘This guy is definitely a fruitcake!’ Roman thought to himself and smiled underneath the gag.

“Is there something funny, Twiggy?” The boy growled at him again. His face was inches away from Roman, close enough for Roman to smell his overwhelmingly fruity lip balm. He also had a touch of perfume that while not unpleasant, Roman felt was unabashedly feminine.
How this guy ever got to be the leader of this gang was beyond him!

“Hey, ASSHOLE!” Mr. Juicy Fruit shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. “Are you too stupid to realize what’s happening?! We’re holding you hostage until your team decided to co-operate and forfeit you as a player in the next game. It saves as the trouble of breaking your legs and making it look like an accident!”
The words sunk into Roman’s head. Whatever (unwanted) romantic thoughts he had about the leader had vanished. This guy wasn’t just a douche bag; he was pure evil.

The other four guys held Roman down, preventing him from fighting (although he was quite tired by this point) as they untied his hands and then retied them behind the chair. They tied some more rope around his torso, and then taped each ankle to the corresponding chair leg. The ball-gag and duct tape remained intact. Roman tested his new position, and found it was very secure. His movements earned him another smack to the side of the head, this time from another Jaguar.

“We’re going to leave you here for a few minutes to think about your situation. Meanwhile, we have some business to conduct with your fellow Cubs. It’s time to find out how much they care about you!” Mr. Mango Lips snarled as he got everyone to follow him outside. He grunted loudly at them, but they acted as if he does not exist. When the last member was gone, Roman suddenly felt extremely scared. How long were they planning to leave him like this? Most importantly, he was getting really thirsty. He was no longer salivating; his throat was beginning to feel parched. Also, even though this old chamber (factory or whatever) had good circulation it was a fairly warm evening. Roman had to calm himself down in order to avoid breathing complications.

After what seemed like two hours (later on, Roman found out it was 25 minutes) he heard footsteps. Yes, it was the flamboyant leader, still wearing the same clothes, sipping a rather fruity-looking drink. Roman suppressed the impulse to kick this guy’s most prized possessions. A quick look-over reminded him that it unfortunately be a physical impossibility.

“I came here to talk,” said the leader. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Micah, co-captain of the Jaguars. I promise to take off the tape and ball gag, as it must be getting uncomfortable, but only if you behave. What do you say?”

TO BE CONTINUED...
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby jdpeter » Sat Jan 17, 2015 5:39 pm

Awesome story, well written. Good descriptions. And good bondage.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Jan 18, 2015 7:46 pm

Thank you jdpeter! Here's the next part:


Roman nods his head affirmatively. Micah smiles as he puts down his fruity drink and proceeds to unwind the tape from his mouth, very gently. Thankfully, Roman cropped his hair short earlier that summer so Micah only ripped a handful of hairs when the final layer came off. The tape on face, however, hurt a lot.

“That last layer of tape, it’ll have to come off fast,” warned Micah. “It will sting like crazy, but then you’ll forget all about it, promise.”
“O-ey,” Roman mumbled.
With one quick motion, Micah ripped the final layer of tape from Roman’s mouth, causing him to grunt loudly (at this age, Roman was too macho to scream like a valley girl, but that would change in later years).
“Ouuuuu!!!” His eyes shot daggers at Micah.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now let me take off that ball gag. Goddamn, son, you drool more than my St. Bernard!” Despite his wishes to further torment the handsome, rival team soccer player in front of him, Micah kept his promise and unbuckled the gag. Roman stretched his mouth, happy to be rid of the ball gag. He heard a slight pop in his jaw. Hopefully, that was nothing serious…

Micah threw the ball gag at Roman’s lap and backed away so he can stare at him. Roman looked up so his eyes met his captive’s. Micah assessed the boy sitting in front of him. He saw very little fear in his gaze. Instead, he saw determination, indignation, and slight contempt. Micah snarled. Everything people said about Roman was true. He definitely was the vain, arrogant fruitcake that the other Jaguars claimed he was. Yes, despite his overbearingly masculine demeanor, Micah could tell that Roman was a first-rate homo. He knew the type; he wasn’t even compensating that well. Seriously, how many straight men listen to Lady Gaga when they go jogging?!

Roman still wasn’t saying anything. Micah sighed when he realized he would have to start.
“Ok Roman, if you’re not as stupid as look, you probably realized what happened. My teammates decided to kidnap you because they feel you’re a threat, and they want to prevent you from playing in the next game so we actually stand a chance of making it to the championships.”
“Of course I realized that. You guys are a bunch of untalented losers! You’re so pathetic that you have to resort to cheap tricks because your team is made up of a bunch of old ladies!” Roman spat.
“I guess you’re not as smart as I thought. You do realize that you’re all tied up, and I’m not. You know what that means? I can really hurt you, you little sucker.” Micah snarled.
Silence.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Anyways, I’m going to make an important distinction: THEY wanted to snatch you so we can actually win. I didn’t. But the captain of the team may the ultimate decision, and I had to follow his orders. You follow?”
“Nope.”
Micah sighed again. “Well, anyways, I didn’t want to kidnap you for that reason. I think if we trained really hard, we stand a decent chance of beating the Cubs, even with you on their team. Yup. Don’t look at me like that, honey, you know it’s true! Anyways, there’s something else.”
Roman stared at his captor anxiously.
“I kidnapped you because I think I have a crush on you.”
Roman’s already wide eyes just opened even wider.

Micah continued. “You may not believe me, Roman, but I’m gay. I know, it’s really hard to tell…” Roman wasn’t sure if Micah was being sarcastic or not. “But that’s not the point. I had a thing for you from when I first met you. I also think I have a pretty good gaydar…”
Roman laughed.
“Why are you laughing, Roman?”

“Okay, you got me, Mickey or whatever your name is. I’m gay too.” Roman admitted. “It’s not like I’ve been dropping hints the size of Africa, like someone!”
Micah chuckled. “Oh, Roman, you don’t need to act like a fruitcake just because you’re gay. I mean…yes, I know I do, but I’m kinda special like that…” Micah chuckled again (though the second time, it was more of a giggle). “Seriously Roman, it’s okay. There’s no need to be ashamed of who you are. And no, I’m not going to out you to anybody, so don’t worry. You should do it when you’re ready.”
Roman almost felt himself getting sentimental. Suddenly, Micah didn’t seem like such a jerk, even though he still technically committed a crime. With that in mind, Roman had too think very seriously about his next move. Micah was certainly being sincere. Should he play along, try to manipulate him, or make a run for it?

“That’s…very sweet of you, Micah, I really appreciate it,” Roman said in the most convincing voice he could master. Micah smiled back at him, his teeth stained a deep purple from the sugary drink he was just sipping.
Meanwhile, Roman was conspicuously freeing himself. The tape around his ankles was beginning to come, so he could basically jump off and free himself, with a considerable degree of effort. While Micah was busy telling Roman about the plan, Roman found an opening in the rope harness that bound his torso to the chair. While his hands were still cuffed, once the rope was off he could simply slide his arms in an upward motion and run away from this horrible place.

“Roman, I’m sorry I acted like a jerk!” Micah proclaimed.
“It’s ok, Micah. It happens,” answered Roman nonchalantly, as if getting tricked, violently kidnapped by a group of five scary guys, taken hostage and nearly disabled from playing in the next game was an easily forgivable matter.
Micah smiled again and bent over to kiss Roman on the cheek. Roman didn’t react.
Seeing how Roman didn’t shy away, Micah proceeded to kiss him on the mouth. To his surprise, Roman accepted. He kissed him back, a sweet, very gentle kiss. Micah’s first kiss in months, Roman’s first kiss ever. Their tongues met. It was truly a beautiful moment…

And that’s when Roman kneed Micah straight in his crotch, sending him falling on the side with a look of utter shock and excruciating pain.
Micah’s pained bellow echoed through the chamber for a couple of seconds. Roman will remember that shout for a long time. He almost felt bad for him. Almost, but not quite.

Roman kicked with his other foot, peeled off the duct tape hanging uselessly off his ankles, and managed to free himself while Micah was still on the floor, holding his prized possessions and whimpering like a wounded animals.
“You just kicked me in the balls, you bastard,” he said to Roman, tears welling in his eyes.
“You know you deserved it,” Roman answered flatly and before Micah could get up and retaliate, he stormed out. If Micah were to fight him, he’d have a definite advantage since Roman was still handcuffed. Besides, the main door appeared to be locked, and even if he somehow managed to escape this factory, Roman had no idea where he was. Moreover, one of the Jaguars had his iPhone, and Roman had to find out who had it.

“Hey, asshole, did you take cellphone?” Roman turned back to Micah, who was back on his feet, though clearly limping.
“Um, no…and please give me a reason why I shouldn’t yell right now and get my friends over here to kick your sorry ass.”
“Because that would be an extremely cowardly thing to do, seeing how I’m only one person and there are five of you. So, if you are a coward, go ahead, call your bitches.”
Micah considered this. While he had a definite advantage, having his four cronies nearby, he was still bound by his romantic feelings towards the captive, despite the fact that he just nearly natured him with his knee. But, like Roman said, maybe he deserved it. Kidnapping was considered a serious crime in the state of Florida. If he was a year older, he’d be tried as an adult. Micah grimaced at the thought. He decided to try to make things good, somehow.

“No,” he said finally. “Let’s talk, man to man. What do you want?”
Roman considered this. Was he being serious? “Are you just going to let me go?”
“Yes, if you promise to forfeit the next game. Fake an injury, get yourself drunk, I don’t know.”
“Go hump a sacred cow, Micah! I’m not gonna do that!” Roman retorted.
“Alright fine. BOYS, GET BACK HERE!”

Within seconds, the other four Jaguars showed up, as if they were right next door the entire time.
“Yo, what happened, Micah?” One of them asked.
“Clearly, you didn’t do a very good job tying up your captive!” The guy blushed.
“Anyways, I want you to explain the situation to our little guest here. I agreed to let him go so long as he doesn’t play in the next game. Please tell him what’s going to happen if he refuses to accept our terms, despite my charity, and plays anyways.”
The biggest of the bunch said, nonchalantly, “We’re going to break your legs, Roman.”
Micah looked at Roman winningly. “Alright, Roman what’s it going to be?”

His hands still cuffed behind his back, Roman felt extremely powerless. He was surrounded by those goons from all sides, and even he somehow managed to sneak past them, he was probably outside the city right now. He couldn’t lose this opportunity while he had it.
“Okay,” Roman mumbled quietly.

TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby Ossassin » Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:13 am

The vengeance they will bring on him when/if he does actually play will be hilarious
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: The Sabotage

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:37 am

You think this is funny, Ossassin?! Maybe YOU'RE the one who should be tied up! :twisted:

Anyways, here's the next part. Enjoy. Comments appreciated!

"Okay WHAT?!” thundered Micah.
“Ok fine, I accept your terms. I’ll sit out for the next game.” Roman promised through gnashed teeth. “Just please get me home!”
“And any future games when the Cubs will play the jaguars!” one of Micah’s cronies added. “Otherwise we’re gonna lock you up in a metal box.”
Roman shivered at the thought. “Yes, that’s fine.”
Micah nodded to the biggest guy in the group. His name was apparently Dwight, and he had a face that strongly reminded Roman of an angry pit bull. “Restrain him. We can’t afford another slip!”

Immediately, Roman felt the handcuffs lock in once more. This time, Dwight added several rounds of duct tape around his wrists. He also duct taped his ankles to preventing Roman from running. Micah brought the red ball gag to Roman’s face, eliciting cries of protest.
“Not, please, don’t put that thing on me again!”
“Sorry Roman, but I’m getting sick of your whining,” Sighed Micah as he strapped the ball gag in place once again. He was about to hood him again, but then decided against it. Let him see, who cares anymore!

Despite having his ankles taped, Roman was forced to walk/hobble back towards the van. Every time he seemed to lose his balance, Dwight grabbed him aggressively, growling an angry insult. Roman looked at Dwight and was reminded of a Minotaur, or perhaps a LOTR-style orc with humanoid features and a blonde wig...

Once they walked outside, Roman realized this really was an abandoned food factory in the middle of a field. It was already pitch dark, and he could see no car or house lights anywhere. He was definitely out in the country somewhere. Roman was relieved he was no longer wearing the tight, suffocating leather hood on his face, but still, he would never be able to pinpoint this location. He was terrible with directions.

Roman was dropped off at the entrance to the park. He was relieved that those guys didn’t know where he lived. He was still handcuffed, gagged and tied when Dwight pulled him by the neck and said in ominous tones: “Whatever you do, DON’T tell your friends about what happened.”
Micah turned from the driver’s seat and added: “Yeah, there’s something I didn’t tell you – half of them are already working against you. I’m not gonna tell you who,” he winked.
‘Damn him!’ thought Roman. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

The handcuffs were removed, scraping a large chunk of upper-layer skin with them (Roman winced painfully at that), and the ball gag unstrapped. The duct tape remained on when Roman was thrown out of the van. His face hit grass, so thankfully the fall wasn’t that painful. Before Roman had the chance to get up, the van sped away, tired screeching.

There was nobody outside at this hour; it must have been midnight, maybe even past midnight. It took Roman several minutes to remove all the tape binding his wrists and ankles, and then another 10 minutes to walk home. It was only then when he realized his captors still had his iPhone.

To his annoyance, Roman’s parents were still awake when he arrived.
“Honey, it is 12:30 in the a.m.!” His mother exclaimed affectedly. “Where were you?”
“Oh…sorry mom, I was hanging out with Mitch at the mall, I didn’t realize how late it was…”
“Roman, the mall closed three hours ago,” his father said matter-of-factly.
“I know…which is why we ended up going to his house and watching zombie movies,” Roman lied. Why was this coming to him so naturally?!
“Well, as long as everything is alright,” said his mother more calmly, accepting the lie. Whether or not she believed him, Roman couldn’t tell. “Do you want some dinner?”

That night, Roman could not sleep. What exactly did Micah mean when he said that certain Cubs were working for the Jaguars? Was he paying them? Was he telling the truth?
Roman pondered the possibilities for several hours. Part of him wanted to believe this was all a scare tactic, and Micah didn’t have anybody “working” for him, but he wanted to make sure that nobody finds out why Roman wouldn’t be able to play. On the other hand, the Jaguars were known for playing dirty. Maybe they really had insiders working for them…

When Roman finally fell asleep, it was only for a few hours. He looked at the clock and realized it was only 6:15 am. He never woke up before 7:40 am except during swimming season, and neither did his friends. But he had to talk to someone.
Finally, he decided to call Jorge, co-captain of the Cubs soccer team. Somebody had to know what happened! He went downstairs and picked up the home phone, still cursing the Jaguars for having stolen his iPhone, and dialed Jorge’s cell phone number.

To his joy, Jorge picked up.
“Yeah?” he said in a thick croak.
“Good morning, it’s me Roman,” Roman greeted himself, sounding uncharacteristically energetic for such an early hour. The adrenaline rush from earlier has not completely subsided.
“Roman?” Jorge took a deep, labored breath. “You just woke me up, carajo!”
“I’m sorry, Jorge, I know it’s early, but there’s something I have to tell you. It’s urgent. It’s about the Jaguars.”
“What happened?”
Roman thought about it for a second. “I think it’s better if we talk face-to-face. My iPhone has been stolen, I’m using my home phone. Can I come to your house?”
“Dude, sorry about your iPhone,” croaked Jorge.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Can I come to your house?”
Jorge sighed again. “Si, man. Give me half an hour, okay? Give me a chance to shower and eat something. And for God’s sake, take a chill pill.”
“Thank you so much, man!” Roman said, not sounding any calmer. “I’ll see you soon.” And with that, he grabbed himself an energy bar, downed a glass of milk and changed into a pair of jeans and a regular t-shirt. He was about to tell Jorge everything, and he was about to find out some things that the team already knew about him…

TO BE CONTINUED...
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby Ossassin » Thu Jan 22, 2015 7:48 pm

Maybe I should be tied up
:lol:
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: The Sabotage

Postby Canuck33 » Sat Jan 24, 2015 6:51 am

Maybe you do! Well, Micah does, that's for sure!

Jorge’s house was a located a good 30 minute walk away from Roman’s house, in a neighborhood dominated by Cuban immigrants. Jorge regarded himself as a “mutt”, though nobody else dared use that word; while his biological father was white, his mother was Cuban. Since he grew up hardly ever seeing his father, Jorge was much closer to his mom, hence his Spanish was flawless. He even had a very slight Spanish accent when he spoke English, which Roman found endearing.

At only 5’5’’, Jorge was the shortest member on the senior soccer team. He made up for his relatively short legs with his incredible stamina and aggression. He had short, curly black hair, dark round eyes, mocha complexion and was built like a professional boxer. Despite Roman being nearly half a foot taller, Jorge was clearly stronger. He was also extremely loyal, which is why Roman picked him, out of all his teammates, to reveal what happened to.

“Open up Jorge, it’s Roman!” Roman shouted after knocking on the door twice. Jorge’s speed didn’t carry over when it came to answering doors.
“I’m coming, gringo! Isn’t it enough that you woke me from my beautiful sleep?!” Jorge snorted as he opened the door. He was casually dressed in flip flops, cutoff jean shorts and a white muscle shirt. He had more muscle shirts that anybody Roman knew. Clearly aware of his awe-inspiring biceps, Jorge never missed an opportunity to show them.

The worst part was, Roman found Jorge surprisingly cute. But he knew that Jorge was straight as an arrow, and with his religious Catholic upbringing, he shuddered to think what Jorge thought of guys like him…

“Have a seat,” Jorge led him to his living room and sat beside him. “So what happened? It sounded pretty serious!”
“Yeah Jorge, it was,” Roman cleared his throat. “Something happened last night. I was kidnapped.”
“What?” Jorge looked engaged for the first time since Roman called him. “For reals?”
“Well…I was taken hostage by the Jaguars senior soccer team. They sort of ambushed me while I was doing my run,” Roman began to unravel the story, careful not to pause for too long in order to avoid interjections from Jorge until he was finished.

“They tied me up in this van and brought me to the middle of nowhere, where they told me not to participate in the next playoff, or else…” Roman didn’t want to tell Jorge that Micah threatened to out him. He was not comfortable coming out to the team, especially to Jorge. “Actually, they didn’t say what they would do. But it was clear that they meant business. They physically hit me a couple of times. I’m pretty sure we can press charges against them.”

“Rome, you’re sure you’re not pulling my leg right now?” Jorge still looked incredulous. Roman couldn’t blame him, the story seemed pretty unbelievable.

“I’m telling the truth, friend. Micah was the one who did the talking. He’s their co-captain?”
“Oh yes, I know Micah!” Jorge slammed his hand over the coffee table in disgust. “Mariconsito de mierda!”
“What?”
“Nothing. The guy is gayer than a virgin daiquiri. Did he…” Jorge faded out to imply the worst.
“No! Well, I see what you mean about the guy, but it was strictly business, like they wanted to destroy our team from the inside…”
“What do you mean?”

Roman swallowed, “he also said that he has ‘informants’ within our Cubs, and he’s paying them to tell him what goes on. I’ve heard the guy’s parents are filthy rich, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Dude, he’s totally fucking with you.” Jorge said flatly.
“What?!”
“Micah has been trying to sell that lie for ages just to make us distrust each other. Do you think any of us would sell any information to the Jaguars? There are no secrets between us, brah!”
Roman felt relieved. “And you’re sure?”
“Trust me, I know. Micah is a fag, in more ways than one. Money don’t give him any power!” He said, outraged.
“There’s another thing, Jorge. They took my iPhone.”
“That,” Jorge shook a finger, “is unforgivable. We need to have a team meeting.”

Within minutes, Jorge assembled the rest of the senior soccer team in their school’s backyard. The rest of the students were wise enough not to eavesdrop. If they did, they would have to deal with Jorge’s wrath…and nobody wanted that.

Out of the other ten players on the team, Jorge managed to summon six of them: Brad, Jack, Rodrigo, Carlos, Justin and Matt. Jorge let Roman tell them everything that happened, from the kidnapping to the threats, the disappearance of his iPhone, how he nearly managed to escape by kneeing Micah in his family jewels, and their terms for his release.

“This is not acceptable,” Brad said. “We need to have our revenge!”
“Dude! Don’t be an idiot, we should call the police,” said Justin.
“Guys, I don’t want the police involved!” said Roman. “I actually like Brad’s idea, revenge would be a neat idea. Besides, I want my iPhone back!”
Everybody murmured in agreement. Right now, the iPhone was certainly a priority.

“There’s something else I need to tell you guys,” Roman regained their interest.
“What?” Jorge shot at him.
Roman swallowed. “At one point, Micah kissed me on the lips. He threatened that if I play in the next game, he’ll tell everybody I was gay. I think he took a pic, but I’m not sure…”
Everybody looked at him, expressionless, for a few moments that felt like eternity.
“Dude, we know,” Jorge finally said.

“Know about Micah?” He asked.
“No…we know that you’re…” he didn’t want to say the word.
“Gay.” Roman helped him out. “How long have you known?”
Carlos interjected. “Roman, it’s not like it’s super obvious, but we could tell. We didn’t wanna say anything, but we knew. And you know we still love you, right?”
Really sighed deeply, “woah guys, you don’t know how much this means. I was so scared you’d find out.”
“We all had an idea, Rome,” Brad said, smiling. “your friend Jorge might be a bit uncomfy with the idea, but for us open-minded individuals, it’s really not a big deal.”

To his surprise, Jorge walked forward and gave Roman a hug.
“Dude, you’re okay as you are,” he said. “If that’s how you feel, we accept you.” He let go off his friends and wiped his eyes with his hand.
“But did you actually kiss Micah? That fucking fruit?!”

Roman chuckled, “it was just a ruse to kick him the balls, boys.”
They all laughed heartily. “That’s good,” said Brad. “Maybe he wanted to ambush you just so he can have some fun with you?” Everybody laughed some more.
Roman didn’t answer, which confirmed their suspicions.
“Dude, this is baaaaaad,” said Justin. “Being gay, like you are, is totally okay, but what he did…that’s just not cool, at all. Tonight, after school. You, me, Jorge and Brad, we’re gonna ambush that faggot and teach him a little lesson. And we’re gonna get your goddamn iPhone back.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Roman answered happily. “Who’s driving?”
“I got my mom’s minivan,” said Brad. “We’ll stuff Micah in the back. Then we can take him to my basement. Tell my mom we’re just playing games.” Everybody grinned at the idea. Brad’s mother was extremely laid-back and didn’t mind her son’s “games”, as long as they didn’t involve deliberately destroying the house. He had a large basement with unfinished walls and dim lighting, which would serve as an excellent space to hold Micah captive.
“Sounds like a deal,” said Roman.

For the rest of the school day, Roman could not sit still. Calculus seemed to drag on forever. Instead of starting out on his homework, he spent the second half of class drawing pictures of tied-up stickmen. Brad kept passing him notes with suggestions and drawings. Eventually, they settled on an idea: Brad had a large wooden chest where he kept most of his childhood toys. He would drive home during lunch, grab the chest and some rope and tape. Roman had no idea how claustrophobic Micah was, but it sounded like an excellent plan. Now all they had to consider was how to separate Micah from the pack.

It seemed that someone would have to bait him. They settled on Jack, who was the biggest and strongest of them. He would call out Micah and ask him if he had any “stuff”. Micah was an avid pot smoker, so getting him engaged in such talk shouldn’t be difficult. Once he separates from his friends, Jack would get everybody else to ambush him. Despite his flamboyant behaviour, Micah was a big, strong guy. Kidnapping him alone would be very difficult, but he would be no match for six of them. Revenge never felt so sweet…

TO BE CONTINUED...FINAL CHAPTER COMING UP!
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby tony2 » Sat Jan 24, 2015 11:01 pm

Great so far --- thanks for taking the time and effort to post this.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: The Sabotage

Postby PolygonCactus » Sun Jan 25, 2015 12:31 pm

Awesome story mate, love the plot line.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Jan 25, 2015 4:30 pm

Thank you guys! Glad you enjoyed my work. cheers
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: The Sabotage

Postby fratboydanny » Sat Jan 31, 2015 4:47 am

Looking forward togetherness chapter. Thanks Canuck!