I'm 17 years old, 6'1, White, Male, 135lbs, blue eyes, with brown/auburn hair that's usually spiked in the front.
I play football for my high school in Connecticut. I'm a quarterback. I go to practice every other day after school.
This happened five weeks weeks ago in January. We were practicing, running plays for our next home game. I've always been a good student and had straight A's in almost every class and had finally become starting quarterback for my high school's team. Everything was looking up for me. The current QB, Eddie, got suspended off the team and from school for smoking, but was good friends with the whole team, so I think some of the other players were pissed at me already that day. So anyway, it was snowing on the field, but we still had to practice. We had just ran our last play feeling pretty comfortable with it, but I was pretty sweaty and dirty, so we went into the locker room to shower and change. I had started to take off my gear and cleats but was still wearing my white compression Nike mock turtle neck and still had my football pants and jock strap on when this all happened.
I decided to tell my wide receiver, Rob, to try to grasp the ball a little better and play with more aggressiveness. I said this in front of everyone and he got pretty pissed, more than he already was. He got in my face and said
"I've had it with you man. You think you'e the best, you talk way too much, you're a snitch, and now you think you can tell us what to do."
My other players started backing him up. The coach told everyone to settle down and that my being promoted to starter was the best decision for the team.
They didn't think so apparently. When coach Nelson went to his office next door to let us change, that's when the guys attacked. They all looked at each other and smiled, and then looked in my direction and slowly walked over to me, grabbed me, picked me up, and carried me over to the janitors closet, my line backer, Doug, keeping his hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream, even though I tried. Coach couldn't hear me. They grabbed two rolls of duct tape from the closet and started wrapping it around my legs. It was a lot of tape, I couldn't even see my socks, it went from my feet up to just above my knees. Then they grabbed my hands and put them behind my back wrapping the tape around them about 10 times and then up my forearms to my elbows. I couldn't even move my fingers. Doug finally stopped pressing his hand against my mouth to finish the taping, so I started to scream for help. Maybe Coach Nelson might finally hear me.
"Help! What the hell are you guys doing!? How dare yo--mmppphhhhhh!!"
Doug had stuffed one of his sweaty dirty socks in my mouth, cutting me off. Two of them then started to wrap the silver tape around my head tightly about 7 times until I could barely breathe. The worst part is that they were laughing while they were doing it. They then wrapped some more tape around my chest over my already tight Nike turtle neck, securing that I wouldn't be able to move. I was so scared and beyond embarrassed.
After they finished taping me up Doug bent down and looked me in my eyes and said "You are so annoying, you talk way too much, and are not the best QB in town. Get that through your thick head. We're doing this for Ed, and to finally shut you up. Smile, we're forwarding these to everyone."
He took out his iPhone and started taking pictures of me. I tried to look down and avoid the flash because I was so embarrassed, my cheeks were getting red from the lack of circulation from the tight tape gag. Rob grabbed my head and yanked it up holding it and forcing me to stare at the lens in my position. "Smile pretty for the camera! Don't you want to impress all the ladies?"
They all laughed.
After they had taken those horrible embarrassing photos of me in my situation, they threw me in the janitors closet, locked the door, and turned off the lights. They left me in there after they had all left, the coach had left as well after he was done in his office, probably assuming we all went home. I was so scared and stuck in this pitch black closet that oddly smelled like vinegar.
I was confused and so hungry and cold and scared. If those pictures ever got to anyone else I would be finished. And that vinegar smell was getting to me too. I didn't think I was being too cocky, I mean I might try to talk a lot in class or give advice on the field, but I didn't know I came off as a jerk or a bully.
I was in there for about 5 and a half hours, attempting to kick the door down for the first two, until the custodian came later that evening to clean up and found me. He called the police and then untied me. Apparently my sister and parents had already notified the cops of my not coming home and the cops said they were "happy to find me". It was by far the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.
I was so humiliated but ended up somehow enjoying the experience all together, except for the being stuck for 5 and a half hours. I would've liked it to be a little shorter, I couldn't use the bathroom!
Anyway, thanks for reading!
