Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Dec 10, 2011 7:45 pm
I got archived. Well awhile ago. But I do want to complete this story of mine. So this will be where I continue this tale. Old comments got taken out.
It was Sophomore year for myself Jacob. 9 months after my terrifying ordeal between me, my so called "Brother" AJ and my first adoptive Father. I was finally settling into my new home. A 3 person home in a small South Oregon town called Oak Rapids.
Of course during my Sophomore year my soccer plan was all-state, state titles, glory all that. However as I walked onto the practice field for the first time my heart sank. The soccer field was brown, the only brown grass I'd ever seen in Oregon. Torn nets, no paint. Of course overshadowed by the multimillion dollar football stadium prided by the Oak Rapids alumnus. Like 99% of American cities football came first, soccer last. The soccer team went a solid 1-17 last year so my work was cut out for me.
My coaches were in awe claiming me to be easily the teams best player much to the Seniors dismay. My adoptive parents were quite happy they had adopted a future star... Or so they hoped. In our first game I led the team onto the field. I clearly counted 12 fans. Soccer in America at it's best. Our teams Blue and white uniforms sharply contrasting the fields dirtlike appearance. I scored 3 goals in our teams 7-3 loss to Salem High School who I heard had missed the playoffs last year.Our defense looked terrible, our goalie looked blind, and I was the only offense.
In the small locker room I waited until after everybody had left to change. My medium length brown hair sticking up in the hot humid locker room. My coach patted me on the back saying good game, to the frustrated jealous glares of others.
When everybody was gone I pulled off my blue jersey with "Jacob Marlin" and "Captain" written in white on it. I just took off my shorts when suddenly something went over my head...
"Helppmpphh! I shouted as I was tackled to the ground with some sort of bag yanked over my head, only in my grey boxers and Blue Adidas soccer socks.
"Listen up!" A unknown voice scolded me as my hands were held down by a set of hands, another tied the bag around my head. I struggled against my captors.
"A lot of the players aren't happy with how you think you own us! We are older than you and your making us look bad, so watch yourself and share the ball ehh?!? I was warned, then released as feet ran off. Doors shutting behind them.
I pulled the bag off my head which ended up being a soccer ball bag. Shaken I worried. The Seniors were just... Jealous I thought shaking it off. I put on my street clothes and began to walk home.. Confused
The next game was more of the same. A 9-4 blowout loss to defending champion Portland Heights. I had scored the 4 goals for our team, of course not by accident. Grant it I was more talented but after the Locker Room incident, I got a little payback with the 4 goals. To the scowls of my teamates.
I began to walk to the locker room when I felt a palm grip my shoulder... "Ah!" I jumped and turned.. "Oh hey Sean," I said to the black haired kid who located me.
"Woah didn't mean to scare ya," Sean said, "4 goals, your like Beckham can I have your autograph?"
"Uhhh.. Sure" I said, the kid was in my grade, in my Biology class, but mentally he was back in Middle school, in a t-shirt, jeans, somewhat chubby, and a bit annoying.
I handed him the signed piece of paper. "Thanks.. Ugh hey my brothers a Senior on the team.. Just watch out he doesn't really like you. There's some plan they got for you in the locker room. Stay golden pony boy," he said walking off, leaving me blank.
I decided to wait this out, sitting under the bleachers, still in my cleats, blue jersey, black shorts, and blue socks. Just sitting, waiting, watching under the rickety wooden bleachers. About a half hour later I heard cars leaving being the sign people were leaving.
In my boredom I pulled my right sock up and down until I decided to take the back way home, yanking my socks to my knees, slipping into the woods behind the stadium and trying to get home.
I trumped through the Oregon woods. Halfway through. I heard a noise behind me. I picked up my pace as the rustling came and went nowhere in sight.
In front of me I saw a creature, a big hairy, apelike man. I pieced it together... Oregon, woods, ape, Bigfoot! I panicked trying to find the dirt road my house laying on. Another rustle behind me as I began to run hurdling logs, stumbling, when suddenly a creature jumped from the trees tackling me.
"AUGHHHH!!!" I screamed as a Sasquatch hit me with full force taking me down. I began to fade as the creature held me down, I couldn't believe this was happening. 3 more creatures came, I
two looking down, one video taping me struggle, crying out of fear, thrashing and... Wait a minute...
"Guys this ain't funny!" I yelled as masks went off my senior teammates bursting into laughter as the masks came off. I was let up still terrified. 15 yards from my road I walked to the dirt road humiliated hearing laughs and things like "That's going on YouTube. "Great another web hit of mine" remembering my viral video of me stealing AJ's car.
A van rolled up out of nowhere with two men in ski masks in front. One pointed a gun at me get in the van.
"Very funny guys," I said turning to the group of seniors in Bigfoot costumes. The 4 were seen sprinting away.
"GET IN!" I heard as the van door opened.
"Cute guys," I said, "What is this a water gun nice almost pra... POW! A bullet went near my foot and ricocheted somewhere. My ears rang, "Ok ok guys I'll play along getting into the van.
Two more guys in ski masks brought me in. I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth, I heard one man say "Keep your mouth shut and you'll stay alive. I felt my cleats get taken off revealing my dark blue soccer socks. One man began to tie my ankles together, while a second man crossed my wrists and tied them together with white nylon rope. I felt the cold steel of a magnum at my temple held by the vans passenger. My chest laying on the vans floor.
As one man finished tying my hands, the man tying my ankles moved up tying my k
above my knees around where my socks were pulled up to. My hands were reinforced with duct tape and my knees were tied off. I was impressed with my teammates effort as the van rolled along. This seemed so real.
"Open up!" I was told by one of my captors. With a gun to my head I had no choice so I opened as a bandana was stuffed in and tape was wrapped around my head 3 times.
Now the gun was taken away from my head. The masks were taken off.
"Good job boys," the driver unknown to me said. I didn't recognize the passenger either.
My heart sank.
"Hey "bro" that was too easy." I heard a familiar voice say. I turned my head. AJ. My old adoptive father. My heart was already sunk but now it was in my stomach.
How did this happen?!? AJ's supposed to be in a Detention center, and "Dad" in a prison.
I kicked and struggled in my bonds to no avail, 2 pair of happy eyes gazing at me in the back. After a while I dozed off. Awaking to a shaking, "Hey Jacob check this out." I looked at the small television in front. The van had stopped.
I heard NBC News's music on the TV as the music faded. My mouth tightly gagged, heads and feet once tied with rope, now replaced with hand cuffs and iron chains in a hogtie.
Brian Williams began with his report, "On tonights episode, down again goes the Dow Jones after reports that the bipartisan effort in Washington to raise the debt limit has failed, also how Michelle Bachmann and Sarah Palin may only hurt the Republican 2012 effort, and Aftermath: Joplin a stunning look at the turnaround"
"From NBC News World Headquarters in New this is NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams."
"First off tonight 2 pieces of breaking news from a small Oregon community. Two FBI fugitives are on the loose tonight after a daring escape from Salem Jail, and detention center. AJ and Robert Petrin a father and son co-planned the first ever separate planned escape today and are on the run from the law, kidnapping a young soccer player named Jacob Petrin. If you think this is familiar it is because AJ and Robert tried to sell Jacob earlier as a bondage slave. If you see either call the FBI, and also in the same town a farmer shoots 4 teenagers in Sasquatch costumes because they had trespassed and he believed they were real..."
The tv was then changed to CNN, the Situation Room with Wolf Blitzer and shockingly my picture was breaking news, with AJ and Robert right next to me. Headline was "Convicts kidnap "family" Again".
"See Jacob?" Were famous AJ said... "Were camping for a while and your gonna pay just like we did in prison. Oh yeh this is Zar and Ray," he pointed to the bald men in the front, who nodded.
"We escaped with them. I'm a good guy, I get charged with murder and Casey Anthony gets acquitted. What a bullshit system!" He said in a Russian accent. We all nodded in agreement.
"That Casey Anthony... Now she's the real devil." Robert said.
I was pulled from the van by the 4 men who had gotten out.
"Nice uniform bro," AJ said punching me out of anger.
"Hey!" Robert said, "You'll get your chance once Zar gets our helicopter to Russia. Big mansion, all sortza stuff to torture him with."
I groaned as heavy duty chain was wrapped around one of the large trees near the van. I looked at our surroundings. Woods. Woods. More woods. No way we could be found.
"K I'll give you some water if you stay quiet," AJ said.
I nodded happily as the tape was removed. I spat out the rag jumping at the chance... I opened my mouth and before I could yell help AJ stuff a sock in my mouth and held it in.
"Dad!" AJ yelled, get the heavy duty tape quick.
"Hold on AJ they are still searching for us in Salem can you believe it?"
"Dad!" The now 17 year old yelled still with that brown beiber hair in black clothes from earlier, soccer clothes of course. Except his soccer dreams were all but gone now.
The 42 year old Robert got out of the van, his greying hair made him look like an attorney but his prison tatoos showed his toughness. He took out a roll of black tape...
"Super tape," he said, " strong as super glue. We may have to cut this out if your hair." He said putting it to my head wrapping it around as my hands were chained behind the tree and together, he wrapped the tape around my head and the tree to keep my head still. And taped my eyes shut.
Now with my feet, arms, and waist chained heavily to the tree. Mouth and eyes taped. I could only wait for the opportune moment to escape this walking tabloid story that was getting kidnapped. Again.
Soon night came... the chatter between the 4 felons quieted, the crickets and frogs had come out. Any attempts to yell or draw attention was useless. Even I knew this.
Chained, blindfolded, gagged like I was, all I could do was rest my back against the harsh bark of the tree. Trying to nod off as bugs crawled near, twigs snapped in the distance, pine needles jammed into my socked feet. Sometime I did end up nodding off.
I woke to a cloth blocking my nose, I twisted and turned gasping for air, but my bonds kept me still.
I heard AJ "Yes breathe in that chloroform...". Yet again I dozed off.
Soon I had awoken. I had been stripped to my underwear, my bare legs now chained together, hands cuffed behind me. The tape previously wrapped around my head was gone, but some sort of medical gauze tightly cleavegagged me. I lay inside what appeared to be a sleeping bag. Zipped up tightly, belts, and ropes tied around it insuring i would remain still as I lay inside the van.
The van was now moving slowly through the wilderness. To where I wasn't sure.
I heard the maming voice of AJ near me. "Morning! A little uncomfortable in that bag huh?"
I mmpphhed my disappreciation.
"Let me fix that," he said as I heard tape come off the roll. I sprung into action, using my bound feet to forcefully kick at the direction of where AJ was. I struck an object hard.
AJ being hit fell from his crouched position back into the front, where distracted, the driver lost control of the van.
From there... it was all a blur.
I remember the rip in the sleeping bag. Pulling myself out of the bag, into a wrecked upside down, broken glass covered mess. It was... dark out. But I knew little else.
"This is your fault!" AJ yelled as I heard him near. He grabbed one of my soccer socks tying it around my head to further seclude me from reality. I could feel myself getting dragged to a tree as chainec was wrapped around me, a nearby tree, my neck, and a lock put on it.
"Stay there." AJ warned. Not that I had a choice.
I struggled against my bonds. Tree bark jamming into my bare back. I heard AJ rustling around during the van, unsure of the fate of my other three captors. I had been lucky just to avoid injury, the sleeping bag I was bound in combined with being in the back of the van helped.
Using my head i managed to scrape the blue soccer sock tied around my eyes just up so i could see what was going on. We were right next to a very rural road in the middle of a forest. Had to too avoid cops I suppose...
I turned my attention to the mangled van. The vehicle had smashed into a tree on the side of the road, clipped another smashing on its side. Looking at AJ in the limited light provided by the dusk appeared to have a badly hurt arm. With the amount of Tv's in the back we were both lucky not to be hit. Robert crawled out of the wreckage and I saw him talking to AJ. Robert looking gravely injured.
"AJ, my legs hurt. Ill go down into Maravo, the town down there. I'll be alright. Nobody will recognize me. You take the prisoner on foot. Were only 25 miles from the transaction sight." Robert said.
I safely assumed the other two died in the crash.
"Yes Dad."
"Take the GPS, some money, stuff to keep... him from speaking, talking, seeing, hearing, moving. All of it. Stay off the road. We can get $60,000 for him." I heard Robert tell AJ, as they said goodbye and Robert limped toward the city of Maravo, Alaska.
It was mid-September so not too chilly. AJ, having changed from his detention uniform to jeans, a black shirt, and nike tennis shoes... Approached me noticing my blindfold having been moved. He left the chain connecting my neck to the tree connected, also leaving the medical gauze cleavegagging me in. However he unchained my bare ankles, and removed my blindfold. Then uncuffing my hands forcefully cuffing them back in front of me.
He thrust some clothing into my hands.
"Put em on," he said. I knew I had no choicd here so I looked at the clothing I was presented. Diaper, sweatpants, my blue soccer socks (one having just blindfolded me), and a white shirt and sweatshirt with a hood on it. I obliged, putting on the diaper, pulling my socks and sweatpants on, and needing AJ to help me with the shirts.
Quickly my hands were cuffed behind a tree. AJ pulled out a bag full of ropes, tape, and chains. It was almost completely dark. He shackled my socked feet, looking around cautiously as if somebody was watching. I was uncuffed and immediately cuffed again, hands behind back, not around the tree this time.
AJ tightly wrapped my cuffed hands in heavy duty duct tape until my hands looked like a ball of tape. No finger untaped. He lifted me up. Wrapping tape round my shoulders, and upper body.
AJ smiled as he pulled out another roll of tape from his bag... "Alright time to seal your eyes, mouth, and ears." He began to put the tape to my eyes, but abruptly stopped. A pair of headlights rolled over the rural road the van crashed on.
"Frick!" AJ said and scooped up the bags pushing me deeper into the woods tackling me down. 50 yards from the road behind an fallen tree. He sat and lay on top of my holding his hand over my cleavegagged mouth. Using his other hand to press a knife to my neck. Not that it mattered, the gauze dried up my mouth severely, I couldn't speak if I wanted too. I looked through a gap and saw the headlights stopped. Flashing red and blue lights were on top of this car. Cops!
I turned and saw AJ slipped on his ski mask. He put one on me as well but the eyeholes had previously been taped over, effectively blindfolding me.
"Trooper 24 to headquarters over." I heard one of the cops say.
"Go ahead trooper." Responded his police scanner.
"We got a single vehicle crash on Marbury road 1 mile north of Marvalo at least 2 fatalities, it is the van of the breakaway prisoners from Oregon over requesting immediate backup. Engine still warm, 2 kidnappers and hostage still at large near Marvolo."
"10-4, all squad cars on their way." Responded the scanner.
AJ whispered to me, "keep your feet quiet or your dead." I felt a rope being tied around my neck like a dog leash. We quietly slipped deeper into the woods, I prayed an officer would hear the rustling but to no avail. Soon after being dragged with a rope around my neck like that. My ski mask was pulled off.
AJ looked at me. Theres a large cabin home near us, but itd be the first place cops would look. AJ debated and put my mask back on, tying off the neck leash to his ankle. I could hear a window being craftily cut off, being plastic it fell to the basement floor silently. It was small but AJ pulled me in.
He pulled off my mask. And expertily put the plastic window to where it seemed normal.
Feet still shackled AJ dragged me around the unfamiliar house, empty but fully furnished. A summer cabin?
AJ pulled out some more tape from his bag. The last thing I saw was AJ's smiling face as he wrapped duct tape around my eyes, and head. Tape wrapping over my already gauze filled cleavegagged mouth. Earplugs shoved in my ears. Soon my head was encased in tape except my nasal holes. I felt my feet taped, first my sockec ankles, then my knees. Soon my entire lower body taped. Then AJ using another roll of tape... Completed my mummification. Arms pinned behind me. Torso wrapped in tape.
AJ stood back to look at me. Mummified completely from head to toe. his former brother completely encased in tape, gagged, muffled, blindfolded. Not a single piece of clothing shown. Dogs could be heard by AJ in the distance. Dragging me to the attic, he sprayed my with some sort of proffessional scent-lock. Himself too. He put my mummified body into an empty toy chest, drilled some small holes in the back. And locked it shut.
He slipped into an armoire in the attic after locking the attic entrance. Then locking himself in the armoire. And waited. One hoping to be found, one hoping the cops wouldn't find him. The waiting game begun as one lay silently in an armoire, one not knowing cops were near silent in a chest.
Postby xtc » Sun Dec 11, 2011 3:58 am
Good to see this story back. Have you already written the rest during the hiaitus?
Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:31 am
@Xtc Well.... Not quite. But I know where I want to go with the story
I was in complete sensory deprivation. Behind the medical gauze and tape, I couldn't even mmppphhh into my gag anymore. My jaw ached. My eyes were taped shut and that wouldn't be changing. My ears had earplugs in them taped in of course, and the rest of my body mummified in duct tape. From my toes to the top of my head, and I was stuffed in a chest. My body scrunched up like a pretzel.
Knowing I wouldn't be an issue, AJ had to ensure the cops didn't find him. AJ had tied the two inner knobs of the armoire shut, and had intentionally taped his own black ankle sock in his mouth to avoid an everyday cough.
Soon enough even though I didn't realize it the police were there. Kicking down the front door they searched the place for us, eventually one officer and a scent dog made their way up to the attic. AJ's heart pounding as his heard the dog sniff around. Footsteps on the creaking wood literally feet away from him. Soon the officer left the attic, happy with what he found, and the house cleared.
AJ waited a few more minutes before exiting the armoire. "whew," he exclaimed after removing his makeshift gag. Putting his sock back on. He pulled me from the chest and I was carried downstairs. I felt the duct tape being removed from my head until my eyes and ears were allowed to function, but unfortunately my gag remained. We were in the master bedroom obviously. I was placed on the bed still mummified in tape. I wasn't going anywhere, but AJ still took out a chain, wrapped it around my neck, and used a combination lock to ensure I wouldn't move more than a few feet from this bed.
The light was never turned on to avoid detection. And soon AJ had fallen asleep next to me without saying a word.
In the morning AJ had gotten up and went to the kitchen Id presume while he left me in the bed. CNN was on the giant plasma screen tv. Of course one of the headlines was about me as the police had established a perimeter around the site of the car crash. AJ and Robert still at large.
AJ came in offering me food and drink if I didn't yell.
"If you yell, both those soccer socks of yours won't be taken out of your mouth until we get to the transaction point. Once your there that gag will be taken out, I'll be rich, and you'll be in bondage the rest of your life."
Well I didnt like the sound of that so I obliged as the tape and gauze were removed and I was fed and got drink. My body was hot and drenched in sweat from the mummification. AJ unlocked the 2 foot chain and forced me to hop to the bathroom if I wanted to get out of the tape for a while. He chained me to a towel rod in the bathroom and cut one arm free forcing me to do the rest.
Once free I still had the ability to go to the bathroom, wash some of the tape residues off me as well. My only bonds were the chains around my neck connected to the towel rack. If only I could get this chain off I could escape. Alas AJ forced me into a sweatshirt, sweatpants, pair of tight boxer briefs, followed by a diaper and that was it. I couldn't fight AJ as he cuffed me and soon I was on the ground. Socks taped over my hands, which were crossed, and tied behind me. My bare feet tied at the ankles, knees, thighs, and even my toes together, then lifted up tied to my hands where my hands could touch my toes. Next each limb was tied individual with shoestrings to each other limb. I was gagged with AJ's socks and my mouth crudely taped shut, gorilla tape wrapped around my
head 3 times keeping me quiet.
"You aren't tricking me this time Jacob. That diaper," he said duct taping it in place. "Stay on. Your mouth, stays gorilla taped shut." He added chains and combination locks to my inescapable hogtie now. "Your limbs. Stayed tied and chained. And you wont dare make a sound. Because your punishment he said taking out a knife. Will be painful."
I was taken downstairs into the garage where I was loaded into the back seat of an escalade. I was propped up so I could see out the heavily tinted window. Then strapped down in that position. AJ hotwired the car and we drove it out of the garage, passing policeman and dogs without notice. I prayed we'd get stopped but to no avail. Soon AJ drove past the perimeter. And was free.
AJ's phone wrang. "Dad I got him, he's not going anywhere."
The conversation was put on speaker phone. They discussed how they would sell me and escape to Russia, where AJ under a new identity could play for the University of Moscow Monarchs. His Russian friend, and bondage slave dealer had an in.
Soon AJ picked Robert up in the small town below. His leg was injured and he walked on crutches, but was still just as evil as before.
"Looks like he's not going anywhere AJ... Except for Russia." He said laughing. "Good work AJ, how much duct tape is left?"
"About a roll." said AJ. Robert hopped in the back. "What's in his mouth?"
"Two of my socks." AJ replied. "That'll work," Robert said as he further taped my mouth shut. 10 wraps around my head from the bottom of my jaw to my nose. I was silenced. I whimpered as I looked out the window, cars rolling by on the highway, nobody realizing my life which was at one point so perfect was gone. I was about to be succumbed to the life of a slave. Bound and gagged in Russia for the rest of my life.
Then we were there. A shipyard on the Alaskan coast. The extraction point. No cops. No help. No chance for rescue. Things seemed pretty gloomy.
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Scottstud94 on Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:33 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Postby xtc » Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:25 am
Yep, I'd say things seemed pretty gloomy. I look forward to the next part with considerable pleasure.
Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Dec 18, 2011 9:19 pm
Readers choice! Do you want option A: Jacob is sold to Russia, where he begins life as a bondage slave. Or option B: A police sting thwarts AJ and Roberts plan forcing alternative action.
PM me with your vote!
Postby xtc » Mon Dec 19, 2011 2:38 am
AS usual, I'd rather leave it to the author to follow a thread to which (s)he can be committed.
Postby tiedup101 » Mon Dec 19, 2011 8:30 am
I do agree with xtc, but feel you could elaborate and extend more with Russia. My opinion of course, as long as you are writing I am happy. Wouldnt mind some more crew socks however!
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Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Dec 19, 2011 10:50 pm
The car rolled up a ramp on a 2 story ship, the size of a yacht, but clearly used for shipping. The escalade was parked inside the ships cargo hold. A man shut the ramp, and door to the cargo hold behind us locking it in place. At that point the boat had left port.
Robert lifted me up into his arms, and he carried me up a flight of steps and into a cabin. Lined with pictures of boys in bondage, I looked into the eyes of a large man in black. Cold gaze as Robert and AJ shook hands with him.
"Ah Dmitri, so glad to see you. So where should I put this bugger?" Robert said nodding down to me.
"In here." Dmitri said, holding up a small animal cage. I was squeezed in and the cage door locked itself around my still hogtied, gagged body. The cage was so small. I could hardly move.
"So our deal is you guys keep the boy, do all you want with him. We can refuge in the mansion?" Robert asked.
"Yes, Dominik is okay with you two staying for a bit. As long as the boy is ok'd by Dominik" he said in a thick Russian accent. "However until we get to Yakutsk, you will be restrained per Dominiks orders. No funny business from you." He pointed at AJ.
"Dad what do I do?" AJ asked panicking. As three men came at him with rope.
"Let them tie you. Dmitri is just ensuring we hold our end of the bargain"
Soon AJ was stripped to his boxers, and black nike elite socks. His hands were tied with rope behind his back, and duct tape over his mouth. He was left in a corner near me.
"Excellent Dmitri said as him and Robert sat down to talk.
After what seemed like days the boat stopped. We were back in the escalade. AJ remained tied up, in the backseat near me. Hours later. A sign. Welcome to Moscow. Soon the vehicle stopped in a large garage.
We were walked into a large mansion, grand, beautiful, brand new. The essence of Luxor.
I was carried in the cage by Robert, as AJ was escorted by Dmitri. AJ was led to a chair were two other men strapped him to the chair with ropes. His feet were also bound to separate legs of the chair. He struggled a bit. Robert was nervous. This was the last possible hurdle him and AJ faced.
I was taken out of my cage, untied, unchained. My mouth remained taped shut, as I was stripped down to my boxers. I didnt have socks on. I was tied to another chair similar to AJ. Then a man wearing a suit and tie entered.
"So which one is my new boy?" Dominik asked. The ringleader of this Russian bondage slave ring. "That one sir." Dmitri said pointing at me.
Dominik studied me, "Can he work?"
"Yes sir," Robert said.
"And what of this one?" He looked at AJ. Dmitri explained he was AJ, and was only tied for insurance.
"Very well then." Dominik said. "Robert and AJ may stay in the mansion. AJ may attend Moscow in exchange for the boy." Robert and AJ began their celebration. "However! AJ looks good in bondage. He will be in bondage most of his time here." His men held out machine guns. "Problem?"
"No sir!" Robert said. "Right AJ" AJ nodded his head. Happy but also disappointed.
Dominik showed Robert and AJ their new living quarters whilst his men dragged me down to the basement. I saw many boys my age, chained to walls in various clothing items. In cells, tied to tables, gagged. A far cry from the epitome of luxury above. I was untied except for my tape gag which remained. I was forced into a Russian shirt, blue shorts, and long blue soccer socks with some Russian logo on it. A man said something to me in Russian before locking me in a small 7 foot by 4 by 4 foot cell. Standing room only, chains on my wrist and ankles.
Oh boy. I needed an escape.
Postby tiedup101 » Tue Dec 20, 2011 10:41 am
Such a great story and idea you have! Love the depictions of socks and all the boys tied up. Can't wait for more from you!
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Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Jan 30, 2012 3:22 pm
I was led out of my cell in chains taken to a small room. It was similar to a doctors office. Just more evil and barbaric. As we entered a boy was in tears as he was led away in chains, a single piece of duct tape over his mouth.
"Ah the Final Gag. Poor kid," the guard said.
I was unchained then chained spreadeagle onto a table. My gag was removed, straps were being tightened to secure me.
I braved up to ask, "What's the final gag?"
The guard looked down at me, he tightened and locked a strap in place keeping my head down,
"A surgery the suergeon does here. The seurgeon is in charges of discipline. If you are to be punished sometimes he removes your arm, leg, foot. No anesthetics."
I gulped. "but," he said, "The Final Gag is for failed escape attempts. You are knocked out, the seurgeon removes your vocal cords, sews your tongue to the roof of your mouth, stuffs socks in your mouth and throat, cements your teeth together, stitches your lips together, and finally cements a piece of tape over all of that."
"Then any food you get is through a nose tube, that boy will never speak again. Ah suergeon's here," he said strapping down my naked body.
I looked up at the evil mans face, he laughed as he inspected me, mocking me in every way. Toward the end I was forced to bite on a sock, and yell into it, as I was branded with the #245.
Soon back in my cell, I looked out at that boy. Saddened by what I saw, but not saddened by the scene next to him. AJ was being led through the prison in his "uniform" consisting of jeans, sweatshirt, and black socks. Assumably his school attire. He was led into the suergeon's area likely to get the same check in and branding as me.
It was confirmed as he walked out in visible pain, where he was shackled and taken upstairs.
I dozed off in my cell a while before I was awoken by one of the overseers. He forced me onto the bed where I heard the unraveling of tape as he sealed my mouth shut, cuffing my hands in front. I was taken to a small room where I was chained to a chair along with many other slaves. Forced to complete Rubik's cubes until my turn. The horror.
Postby tiedup101 » Mon Jan 30, 2012 5:03 pm
Unique! I love it!
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Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:30 pm
The work was nightmarish, and in between bondage pictures were taken of me. However I knew I would have to escape eventually.
Over the next few months I worked and sucked up. Trying to become one of the top workers. Then the day came. Forced to dress in a soccer uniform, pictures were taken of me then. The boss came up to me. He placed a tracking device over my ankle, pulling my white soccer sock up and over.
"Let's see if I really can trust you. Go outside, and get my mail." I was led up to the front door. No shoes on, but no bonds for the first time in a long time,
All I had to do was get the mail and come back, I walked out to the mailbox, looked around. The country estate was secluded, but I saw a city a few miles away. Where AJ was at school. Maybe I could get to the city.
I turned and ran knowing the final gag was a possibility. I heard guards scramble to come after me. Once in cover I bent over to look at my tracking device. Suddenly a red light went on, inside a needle was smashed from the device into my ankle bone shattering it. I collapsed in pain as the guards surrounded me, tazing me, as the world went black.
I awoke to my worst fear. I was chained down to the suergeons table. No slack as the chained held me down spread eagle. I was only wearing red boxer briefs. Surprisingly ungagged I shouted out, but I couldn't speak, barely a small squeak came out. My tongue was stuck on top of my mouth. I panicked.
The seurgeon came in. Masked, wearing gloves. Carrying a box.
"What a shame." He said. "Never thought I'd have to do this to you."
He used a medical device to separate my mouth so it was agape. The doctor stuffed socks into my mouth, cranking the device attached to my head, which forced my teeth together. I tried to move, but with my head and neck strapped down it was hopeless.
I did everything I could, but soon the cement was applied to my teeth. Everyone covered, cemented shut. With the device removed, another device similar to a clamp forced my lips together. I writhed in agony as the needle went through my lips. Which were sewn together with wiring. The final touch of tape cemented down was applied.
Soon I was led to a car, handcuffed, shackled, not allowed to speak again. The driver only told me "Rechti marctov". Your going to die.
I now accepted my fate. I'd rather die than live this life, in a secluded forest. My hands were cuffed behind a tree my head taped in place. The lone driver and 2 associates watched as the executed held out a pistol.
3...2...1... I closed my eyes, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. 4 shots. I glanced. The 4 men were dead and AJ stood with a gun. AJ saved me,
Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:37 pm
I have been following this story for a long time and it just seems full of cliff hangers. I never would have imagined that AJ would help save your life after all the misery he put you through in the first place. Here is hoping your character recovers from "The Final Gag" procedure soon.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

Postby PowerRanger » Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:04 pm
Ohh Scott you've just made it even more.interesting. I'm expecting more of AJ and me instead of the Russians somehow.
Postby ragnarock » Sat Mar 30, 2013 4:27 pm
This is the end of the story?
Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Apr 03, 2013 8:26 am
AJ recovered the handcuff keys and uncuffed me. I was quickly untied as AJ led me to the transport car that was now ours.
He finally spoke. "We won't have a chance to live a normal life with these Russians after us."
I looked at AJ, he was in his soccer uniform, and looked in a complete state of confusion. I say quietly as I knew I would never be able to speak again. I resigned as I looked down at my soccer socks and my shattered ankle bone beneath it. I knew my soccer career was over, and AJ knew his was likely the same with the Russian mafia wanting to kill us. We were no longer bondage slaves. We were being hunted.
It had been 2 years since I was in Canada, living the life.
Now we were fugitives.
AJ looked at me, "I'm sorry I got us into this, it was mostly Robert's influence. I'm going to drop you off at the hospital, maybe they can get your gag off. You can tell your story and get back to Canada. I have something I need to do."
I nodded and soon AJ had dropped me off at Moscow Medical. I ran inside bloodied, beaten, mouth cemented and sewed shut to the shock of the doctors and crowd. A few miles away I saw on the news from my hospital bed, a car bomb exploded on Trikysk Drive. The home of the bondage prison. AJ had given his life to try to stop them.
Days later my adoptive parents found me, and the greatest feeling in the world was to say the words after surgery. "I'm going home. I get to play soccer again."