Postby bakersdozen » Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:52 pm
So anyway, there was me (16, blond hair, 5’7â€, wearing basketball shorts, a t-shirt, a pair of nike shox, and a low pair of white socks), Ian (14, brown hair, 5’9â€, wearing jeans, a polo, black socks, and a pair of adidas basketball shoes), and Jacob (14, 6’0â€, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and he had shed his flip flops as soon as we got there so he was barefoot). So I was sitting there watching TV, only somewhat involved in Ian and Jacob’s conversation. I was kind of bored being there, but Ian was having fun, and I didn’t mind it too much, so it was ok. They had been whispering for a while and giggling a little and then they ran upstairs, but I didn’t really pay attention. Looking back, I guess that I should have seen it coming, but I had no clue that my brother or any of his friends were into tying.
I didn’t even hear Ian and Jacob sneaking up behind me. All of a sudden, Jacob leaped over the back of the couch and tackled me to the floor. I was extremely surprised, but wasted no time fighting back. I struggled hard against Jacob, but he was a lot bigger than me, even though he was two years younger. He pulled my arms behind my back and held them extremely tightly; he was very strong. Ian brought over a length of rope and tightly bound my arms together. He then pulled my elbows together with more rope. After my upper body was immobilized, they moved to my feet. I tried kicking my feet making as much trouble for them as possible, but it was useless. Jacob sat on my legs while Ian immobilized my legs with more rope. He bound my ankles and knees together, and then they hogtied me very tightly with a small rope between my legs and arms.
They finally sat back to admire their work and I had a moment to think about what happened. I started flipping out and demanded that Ian untie me. I was a little surprised to be tied by two freshmen, one of them being my brother, but at the same time I kind of liked what was happening. I guess I didn’t really want to be tied up by my stupid little brother, so I played up resisting against them as much as I could.
I struggled against my bonds and started to mouth off to my brother. He gave Jacob a look and then eyed my shoes, held up perfectly in front of them in the air, unable to move anywhere. He grabbed both of my nikes and pulled them off, and then removed my socks, exposing my bare feet. He took my socks, which were pretty dirty (I was still one of those kids who didn’t change my socks for a few days at a time), and held them in front of my mouth. I clamped my mouth shut, but Ian told me that if I didn’t open my mouth it’d be even worse for me. I glared at him, but I didn’t open my mouth. Jacob held my nose closed and I tried to hold my breath, but of course that didn’t work out too well.
I had to breathe soon enough and Ian took the chance to shove the socks into my mouth. He sealed it in with several layers of duct tape. I tested it, and there was no way those disgusting socks were coming out of my mouth. Then Ian grabbed one of my shoes that he had just put down and placed it on the front of my face, forcing me to smell my own shoe. They tied my shoelaces behind my head and then reinforced it with duct tape, making it impossible for me to remove it from my face.
I started to get really mad about what was happening. Ian and Jacob, two freshmen, had a junior at their mercy, and they were not about to let this moment go to waste.