Hey guys, the board has been getting quieter and quieter in regards to stories, so I thought it was time I re-contributed. Hope you all enjoy my new story. PG-13 story for the most part.
“No! Mitch pleammmppphhh!” My mouth was silenced as a thick, extra wide roll of grey duct tape was placed over my mouth. Mitch wrapped the tape securely around my head, making sure the tape was extremely tight around my head. He kept wrapping, pulling tightly each time. After 8 wraps, he severed the tape. Not saying a word. Not showing any emotion.
Soon he ripped more tape off the roll, starting under my chin and wrapping over my head multiple times. Mitch grabbed my mummified feet and dragged me into the cage in the corner of his basement. I was roughly thrown into the iron cage, and the door padlocked behind me. Trusting Mitch was a mistake. What am I going to do now?
1 DAY EARLIER: Chapter 1 - The Set-Up
“Hey Josh,” said my twin brother Craig. Craig was my fraternal twin, and he was more of the athlete in our family. Well he was a huge athlete. He was the leading scorer of the soccer team, quarterback of the football team, and a stud wrestler. Needless to say the ladies loved him and all of the guys envied him.
Me on the other hand, well I also played soccer, but I was more intellectually advanced. Not to say Craig wasn’t smart, however I was first chair in band for trumpet and student council leader. Most girl’s interest in me was because of my brother, however it wasn’t that I was unpopular by any means.
“Hey Craig,” I responded. It was spring, and we both had a soccer game that night.
“You ready for tonight?” My brother asked me.
I could hardly pay attention. Jenna Battleborn was passing by us. I had a crush on her since… well forever. Her long flowing blonde hair and light blue eyes seemingly called out to me. I just never had the guts to go over and talk to her.
“Yeah bro, definitely, we’re going to go to states if we win this one,” I replied timidly. The bell rang and I scurried off to class.
School went by quickly that day. The game went by quickly too. I noticed Jenna in the stands. I knew she was just there to watch her boyfriend Mitch play. Mitch and Craig both started, I started on the bench. Mitch and I really didn’t get along. Not because of Jenna, he was just kind of a jerk that bullied people around, including me. In 7th grade he locked me in the locker room because I accidentally took his sock tape. Somehow Jenna still liked him though.
“MCLANDON YOU’RE IN!” Coach yelled at me and I hurried onto the field. We went on to win 3-0 and I was really excited to get an assist.
After the game, I was the last one in the locker room. I was taking off my jersey, so I was only wearing our team blue socks, and my compression shorts.
I was about to put on my sweats when I heard a knock on the locker room door and the door open.
“Mitch?” said a timid voice. It was Jenna.
“Oh ummm no it’s just Josh.” I said, “I think Mitch went out with the guys to eat.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well why didn’t you go?” Jenna asked as she came in and sat down on the bench clearly ignoring the fact I was just in my compression shorts basically.
“I don’t know, just was tired I guess.” I replied. I went to reach for my sweatpants when Jenna placed her tennis shoe down on my sweatpants and whisked them away as they slid across the locker room floor. I looked up confused, but I couldn’t hide my excitement being alone with Jenna. I sat down embarrassed, but no doubt Jenna saw that I couldn’t control my excitement.
“Uh why did you do that?” I asked. Jenna bent down and grabbed my shirt and shoes and tossed them aside and sat right next to me.
“Josh, you don’t have to sit down. I know you’ve liked me for a long time. You’re not very good at hiding things, but good thing you’re pretty cute.” Jenna told me.
She pulled off her shirt and leaned in close to me. “Hey Josh since Mitch isn’t around, want to fool around?” She smiled and put her arm around me getting in my lap. I stammered and looked for a way to say yes and contain my excitement. “Ummm… yeah!” I said.
“Great!” She said. “You know what these are?” She pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Put your hands behind you.”
I did as she was told and she clicked the handcuffs around my hands. We started making out. It was the greatest feeling ever as she slammed my head into the back of the locker kissing me in a forceful way that only made me more excited. My tight compression shorts weren’t helping contain myself and my handcuffed hands meant she was in control. This went on for several minutes with our clothes strewn about when all of a sudden a car pulled up near the locker room. Jenna panicked and quickly fumbled for the key.
“Oh no it’s Mitch!” Jenna said. She uncuffed my hands and put the handcuffs in her backpack, suddenly the locker room door opened. “Jenna you in here?” The voice of Mitch bellowed in the locker room.
In a moment of panic, Jenna grabbed me and pulled me behind a set of lockers. She pulled me down on top of her before I realized what was happening.
“Mitch help me!” Jenna screamed as I noticed how bad this looked. I was only in my compression shorts and blue soccer socks, and Jenna was only in her bra and underwear. Mitch looked down at us. His jaw dropped. First in shock. Then in anger. I froze. Stuck between fear, excitement, and shock.
Mitch was still in our blue soccer jersey, black team shorts, blue soccer socks bunched down at his ankles and cleats. I was thankful I wasn’t still handcuffed. I got up and ran grabbing my backpack and scrambled my clothes quickly as Mitch attended to Jenna’s injuries. I got into my car and quickly drove away.
When I got home I ran inside and locked the door, my parents nor Craig home luckily. I called Mitch in a panic.
It went straight to voicemail. I knew I was in serious trouble. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do anything wrong.
“Hey Mitch this is Josh I swear I didn’t do anything to Jenna, she’s lying to cover herself I swear. I would never do that. Please I swear I didn’t do anything to her, she was the one making the advance!” I yelled hysterically into his voicemail. I was in tears completely shocked by what had gone down.
5 minutes later a text message came to my phone. “Alright Josh, you’re darn lucky I like your brother. Here’s what’s going to happen. Nobody has to know about this little incident except you, me, and Jenna. Here is how. You come to my house. Tomorrow at 10:00 to face me and Jenna. No exceptions. If you’re even a minute late, you’ll be going to jail. I get you for 24 hours. Then after that, we can forget about this whole thing. Walk here. Alone. Tell no one or the deal is off. Got it?”
I responded with “ok.” Only 24 hours. That’s better than going to jail for something I didn’t do right? Oh gosh I can’t believe this I happening to me I thought.
The next day was a Saturday. The state championship soccer game was on Monday, but I couldn’t focus. I woke up at 8:00 knowing in 2 hours I was probably going to be beaten to a pulp. I thought of telling Craig what would happen, but I knew if I did Mitch would find out some way.
I put on my old blue shoes, mid-calf Nike crew socks, sweatpants, and a long sleeve blue shirt. I didn’t bother showering, so my short brown hair was a little matted. I made the 1.5 mile walk through the woods to the address I knew Mitch lived. I was about 5’11, not short by any means, but Mitch towered over me being 6’4, more muscular. I could already see his black spiked hair as he punched me straight in the face. I got to the front door. Only his car was there so his parents must’ve been out of town.
I knocked on the wooden door. The house was surrounded by woods. It was really nice, but inside I knew Mitch was there. The door swung open and there was Jenna, wearing mismatching ankle socks, leggings, and a tight t-shirt. She was looking really good, however I didn’t know what to think of her. I was attracted to her, but she did get me into this predicament.
“Josh I really want to thank you for covering for me yesterday.”
“COVERING FOR YO...MMPH”, Jenna put her hand over my mouth.
“Josh I think it’s best for both of us if you and Mitch just get this 24 hours over with. I’ve got to go now,” she gave me a quick peck of the cheek and ran off. “Mitch is in his room at the end of the hall.” She shouted back.
She was something else, but there was still something magical about her.
I took off my shoes and walked to the end of the hall. I entered Mitch’s room. I was scared out of my mind. I was numb. I was prepared to be destroyed.
Mitch pointed over to a chair. “Sit.” He commanded.
I did as he said as I shuffled over to a chair. He set up a table where he laid down a piece of paper and a pen. I looked up confused.
“Josh I could beat you to a pulp right now, but what fun would that be? Here’s what is going to happen. You either agree to be my prisoner for 24 hours, or I beat you beyond recognition and you won’t even be able to play tomorrow.”
Neither one sounded great, but being a prisoner for 24 hours didn’t sound so bad. Mitch wryly smiled as I signed the contract. Oh how perfectly was this coming together for him. He stood there in his black socks, sweatpants, and red basketball shirt. He was quite the athlete.
“Alright, what do I do now? I asked.
Mitchell forced me up and soon a rope was tied around my left wrist. It was crossed across my right wrist in an X-formation. Quickly my hands were securely tied behind my back with the rope and I was tightly bound. Mitchell whispered in my ear, “Now let’s get you all tied up for the day.” Mitch got behind me and began guiding me downstairs. What have I gotten myself into?