Part 1 (part 2 coming very shortly)
This had been one of my more unusual experiences.
It happened back in my first year of university, early on in my second semester. I was alone in my room with the door open doing some readings. That’s when John showed up at my door and said “Hey man. Did you know it was Amy’s birthday today?†He told me to come down to Amy’s room. Apparently he somehow got in while she was out, and he needed me to help set up a surprise for her.
I didn’t really know John that well – I’ve seen him only a few times and rarely talked to him. He was a bit bigger and taller than I was. He told me to come over to Amy's room in a couple minutes. After I finished my page, I put my book away, locked my room door, and walked down the hallway. I went into the room to meet John. I was expecting to find a bunch of people around here to plan for the upcoming surprise party, but the living-room of Amy’s suite dorm-room was completely empty. “Come over here Sam!†said John from one of the bedrooms. I walked in. John was sorting through his backpack in Amy’s room.
“It’s just us two?†I asked. I didn’t really know Amy either, but I knew she was friends with John - he was the only guy I ever really saw her hang out with. I was surprised that I had been asked to come. John told me he asked me to come early to help him set some things up really quickly.
I’ve seen Amy around before. Not a lot of people seemed to pay attention to her – she was usually very quiet. She was a bit plump and had short curly red hair. She didn't get a lot of male attention since she usually came off as quite reserved.
“We have to hurry up,†said John. “I think she’ll be back soon. Can you go pick up that bag over there?†He pointed at a plastic bag over in the corner on a chair. I went to pick it up. As I did, I heard John walk behind me and he suddenly seized my wrists from behind. “Hey WHAT-†I started to yell, but one of his hands let go of my wrist and came over my mouth. “Shut up,†he said. I tried to pull his hand off, but he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he turned me around and pushed my back to the wall by the palm of his hand against my mouth. His other hand had produced a pair of handcuffs. “Either you put these on or I’ll put them on you instead.†I refused and kept struggling. Using his one hand, he grabbed my wrist and slapped one of the cuffs on it. Before I knew it he tightly closed it over. Then he let go of my mouth and tried to turn me around. I attempted to run away, but he grabbed my other hand and handcuffed my loose wrist to the other behind my back. Before I could say a word he was holding me with both arms and hand-gagging me again. His palm was pressing so hard I couldn’t get a sound out.
It was at this point that he told me his plan to make me the birthday surprise. "Let’s go sit down, shall we?â€
Palm still squeezing over my mouth, he brought me to the chair and made me sit down. He made me move my hand behind the back of the chair. Still persistently hand-gagging me, he reached down to his backpack and pulled out a roll of duct-tape and a small cloth. He pulled off a strip and finally let go of my mouth. He crammed the cloth into my mouth, pushing it in deep with this fingers, and then slapped the tape over it right away and replaced his hand over it to make sure I couldn’t make a sound. He then pulled out a white cloth, removed his hand, and tied the cloth over my mouth as an OTM gag. It was a very tight gag and didn’t feel like it could slide off at all. For good measures, he took out another, much larger white cloth and tied it over my mouth yet again, this time over my nose as well. Then he used one more to blindfold me. It wasn’t over – using some ropes, he secured by upper body, legs, and ankles to the chair. “Now for one last touch,†he said.
I felt him beginning to rapidly unbutton my shirt. At that moment I tried to struggle and yell, but I was completely helpless. The ropes were too tight, and the gag was too thick. I could do nothing except let him undress me. His fingers worked from button to button, lower and lower until he reached the last. After unbuttoning that one as well, he unbuttoned my jeans. Then he pulled down my fly. I was trying to yell, but all that came were desperate muffled moans and pleas. He pulled my pants down. He left my underwear on.
Now I was stripped, tied up, gagged, and blindfolded all by another man. I already felt violated, but suddenly he reached through the opening in my boxers and started handling me. All that I could do was moan angrily under the gag. He laughed as he let me go. Then I felt him writing something on my chest with a marker. As he said it, he read it out loud “Happy birthday Amy – From John.â€
“Have fun, Sam,†he said as he left, cackling like a madman.