The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Sep 01, 2012 6:45 am

Why me?  8/19/12
I admired myself in the mirror, ready for the championship game. In my green school jersey, black shorts, and green Nike soccer socks pulled taut over my shinguards and up to my knees.
"Just take Ty to the high school and pick him up at 5 if you don't want to go Jay." My mother said in a frustrated voice.
She left for her business trip, closing the door behind her. I watched as the car pulled away out of sight.
My game was in an hour, but I was already for my brother to bring me to the school. He didn't look happy about it.
As soon as mom left, it was me and my brother Jay. He was 19 and I was 16. Jay dressed casually today in sweats and a t-shirt looked at me with a smile and began to talk.
"Remember when you got caught cheating in school and I saved your ass Ty?"
"And remember last week when you ratted me out to Mom for drinking?"
"Yeh," I said, "what about it?"
"Well I think, you owe me 1 favor. Come to my room." He said fairly cooly.
I walked in and the door slammed and locked behind me. "Come on Jay, what are you doing?" I asked confused. I noticed the rolls of silver duct tape on his bed. Locks, chains, rope, socks. "No no no... You aren't tying me up" I said as I tried to open the door.
"Yes I am, I am having the guys over, and we'll be pranking you and this will keep you out of our way when we decide to have some fun when the girls come over."
"I have a soccer game tho...!" My shout was silenced as he jammed a sock into my mouth and slap one end of the roll over my mouth and effectively began winding it around my head, until my screams we're silenced.
I reached to my face and tried to find the loose end, but a swift punch and Jay wrenched my arms behind me.
"Give in or it'll get worse and you won't get to play in your game."
Him and the tazer he had in his hand made a point.
So I resigned and went over to his bed.
I felt a one of my soccer socks get pulled over my left arm, pulled up to my shoulder and the end of my jersey. Duct tape was wrapped around the end, my elbow, and wrist, securing the sock over my arm. The same was done to my right arm. My hand was forced into a fist where it was encased in tape. This led me to realize I couldn't use my fingers whatsoever. He wasn't messing around.
I felt the click of handcuffs behind my back and soon I was cuffed. Arms, hands, and fingers immobile.
I was brought down into our basement where Jay produced chains and two combination locks which secured my arms to a pipe in our water closet.
Next my ankles were roped together, and tied off securely as I was forced to sit down and my waist was tied off to the pipe.
"Try to scream Ty."
I attempted but little sound came out, nontheless Jay taped my head to the pipe behind me I was chained to.
"None of the guys should hear you in here. Now I'm chaining the door shut. So just stay nice and quiet. True to his word the door shut, and I was in pitch black with the door chained shut.
My feet just out of reach of kicking the door I merely slumped defeated.
"Okay snitch, if you get out in the next 45 minutes, I'll take you to your game, if not, you're staying there. Key to the cuffs and combination lock are in the sock I taped in your mouth. Don't swallow it."
I couldnt believe what he just said. He was trying to keep me from playing in my game. Moreso I was worried about swallowing the keys taped in my mouth.
I realized the key to escaping was my fingers, and even though the socks were securely taped on, i could somehow get to the tape on my mouth. Using some force and my head I ripped the tape holding my head to the pipe.
Eventually I could kick my ankles free which I did. Thankfully I hadn't taped up my socks on my feet yet, I managed to slip one of my soccer socks off as I tried...
Times up!
I heard. It was useless anyway I had no chance with my fists taped up like that.
You really thought I was going to let you miss that state title game? He said as the door was unchained.
"I tell you what. If I untie you and let you play, you have to be my prisoner the whole weekend after, deal?" It sounded awful but I needed to play.
"Oh.." he said uncuffing me those keys in your mouth. House keys."
Soon all the tape was unwound except for the socks over my hands and I remained handcuffed as we approached the high school.
We got to the team locker room, and my brother told me to get in the back seat so he could uncuff me. Instead my mouth was taped shut and wrapped around my head twice. I was uncuffed but quickly overpowered my hands were taped together and with the socks on I wasn't getting out. Jay slipped on my cleats.
"I think itd be funny. So go in and have one of your teammates untape you."
I mmpphhed in protest but he was serious so I went out of the car and headed to the locker room for an embarassing predicament.
I walked in some of my teammates snickered, i was the only sophomore on the team, I hmmphed in the hopes one of them would at least remove the tape on my mouth.
Instead the senior captain went up to me.
"You think this game is a joke?" He sideswiped my leg and I went onto the ground. He took a roll of athletic tape and started winding it around my ankles.
"David tape his knees, Jacob make sure his hands and mouth are taped up. I'll shove him somewhere before coach gets here. Soon I was thrown into a janitors closet. With the worst luck in the world.
I heard coach outside talking to the players. I squirmed my way to the door and started kicking. Bang! Bang!
Coaches speech stopped. Soon the door opened. An unhappy coach loomed over.
"Are you guys kidding me? This is the State Championship game and you're busy hazing?!
"Coach he came in like that."
"Lies."
"No he did like he didn't care, his hands and feet were taped." One of the players retorted.
Coach unwounded the taped from my head and glared.
"Why did you walk in tied up...?"
This was a tough situation. So I lied, one of the other teams students taped me like that as a prank, it wasn't my fault."
See guys, he wasn't joking. If you would've let him talk! He screamed at the team. Whoevers responsible untape him and we will figure out punishment later. The 3 who taped me untied me, and an eerie loom remained in the locker room.
Jacob, David, and Bryan all sat out the first half. I got to play. We were down 2-0 and that's what the final score was.
Needless to say I thought it was my fault. Jays fault. My teams fault.
I didn't know which was worse, realizing I was a prisoner the next weekend to my brother, my team wanted to beat me to a pulp, or the fact that we lost.
I didn't even change just walked to my brothers car and we drove off. Once we got home, I was handcuffed and led to the basement where I was assured to be for a while.
I was uncuffed and my brother pulled out a pair of green soccer socks, undoubtably mine. There they were taped up and my hands taped into a fist. My hands were tied securely with rope. Then my knees and ankles. And rounded off with a hogtie. I tried to move but his rope work was good. No budge.
Jay then took a chain, looped it around an overhanging pipe. He set my hogtied body on a chair, locked up the chains and removed the chair. I was suspended in the air, no hope to escape. My brother opted to tape my mouth shut the same way he had before. The duct tape clung to my mouth leaving no chance to scream or remove the sock.

I had nodded off, but I was awoken by a rustling. I looked up and saw a figure in a dark ski mask. I figured it was my brother, until the being came over, and my heart sunk.

"Hey! Dan!" get down here.
Is anybody here? He asked me. I nodded in agreement.
Dan, get the duffelbag, let's kidnap him and get out of here this is so perfect. I was unchained with a key they had found, but my hogtied body was shoved into a garbage bag and I was led out. I screamed and tried to kick to no avail as I was thrown into the back of what seemed to be a large van.

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby xtc » Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:25 am

Thanks for this. I look forwards to reading the next part.
Question: with the loom in the locker room, who was doing the weaving? :)
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:44 am

xtc wrote:Thanks for this. I look forwards to reading the next part.
Question: with the loom in the locker room, who was doing the weaving? :)


Haha! I believe that was supposed to be "gloom"

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby xtc » Sat Sep 01, 2012 1:03 pm

Sorry, couldn't resist it.
At least I beat Jason Toddman to the draw for once!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby KamJM » Sun Sep 02, 2012 4:00 am

You're good! A combo of everything ever possible....from tied up by brother to anger of friends to kidnap.
Love it! Looking foward to the continuation!

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby mikeybound » Wed Sep 05, 2012 1:25 pm

Can't wait for more! Getting hot. ;-)

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby PowerRanger » Sun Sep 09, 2012 4:23 am

Always a big fan, keep up the great work!

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Sep 10, 2012 6:39 pm

I wriggled around in agony in the back of the van as I was dumped from the garbage bag onto the cold van floor. I could hear the van speed off into the night. Meanwhile one of the masked men who dumped me in the back looked straight into my eyes through his ski mask.

He gazed for a while then checked my bonds. Hands taped into fists, socks taped over, hogtied, and securely gagged with a sock and duct tape wrapped around my mouth and head.

"Somebody tied you up real good buddy," he said, "made kidnapping you easy." He said patting the tape over my mouth. He pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped the tape over my eyes, around my head numerous times until seemingly all that was left uncovered was my nose. I felt the tape padded down and wrapped over my wrist bonds until the kidnapper seemed content, grabbing my phone, hopping to the front of his van with his partner in crime.

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After a few stops in a very short amount of time. I felt the van pull over. I heard the kidnappers rustle about from under the tape covering my head. Soon I felt the plastic covering of a garbage bag surround me, where I was lifted and moved into a new location.

I heard a door shut behind me as well as the dropping of bags. I was them set down onto the ground where the plastic bag was removed from my body.

The tape removed from my eyes, I gazed around it was a cheap motel room, 2 beds, 1 bathroom, 2 men in masks holding me at gunpoint. Sounded about rights. My hogtie was under as I was dragged by my ankles toward the bathroom. I screamed and cried into my gag too no avail.

One of the men told me to shut up or "I'd pay". I was re-hogtied with some chain after being placed into the bathtub.

"Tape on your mouth is staying on for tonight, we might take it off tomorrow if your good. The second mysterious masked kidnapper nodded.

The lights were shut off as chains locked the door shut. I realized I had no hope of escaping and despite the pain of the hogtie, and dryness of my gagged mouth, I nodded off.

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby DuctTapeGagged22 » Mon Sep 10, 2012 11:36 pm

More please, this is a great story. Hope to see more soon. Maybe later today. :bound:

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Sep 11, 2012 12:18 am

Looking forward to the next part ! Keep it up !
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Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby burner59 » Tue Sep 11, 2012 7:08 pm

Looking forwards to the continuation-your luck blows by the way.

Stay on a computer,
Burner

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby tiednw » Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:22 am

Wow! I'm stunned
This is one of the best stories I've read on tugs!

Keep up the goid work man! I'm waiting for the next chapter! :bound:

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Sep 18, 2012 7:26 pm

I awoke to the familiar sound of my hogtied body being placed into a garbage bag, where I was lifted from my bound position carried out to the van. Underneath my soccer clothes were drenched with sweat from my time in captivity. I hoped wherever I was being taken I could at least get some rest, or possibly at least get the sock pulled from my mouth.

In fact quite the opposite. My mouth was checked to be sure the tape was still on. Despite hours of tireless work I had made no progress.

"We're taking you to your new home" a kidnapper said, "just hang tight."

Soon one the second kidnapper hopped back by me, removing me from the garbage bag. This allowed me to see my real captor. I couldn't believe it. One of the senior soccer players. He had not tied me in the locker room, but alas, Alex kidnapping me. Shocked me.

I whimpered behind the gag for mercy, but it didn't matter, Alex only came back in search for tape to seal my eyes shut. Which he did.

"You're going to pay for us losing the soccer game Ty." The unmistakable voice of the driver Donovan, our senior goalie said. It all made sense now, but that didn't help my case.

Alex looked at me, in one hand, holding a fresh new roll of gorilla tape, and in his other hand, my cell phone.

"Now I can use this tape and mummify your head in it and make it real painful, or you can tell me 2 simple things," he pointed the phone at me. "This kid.. Eric. He's your best friend?"

I nodded looking at the picture.

"And this is his house?"

I nodded again.

"Perfect," Alex said as he dropped the tape by my gagged face, grabbing my body and shoving me into a dogcage in the back. He administered a combination lock to seal whatever chance i had to escape and leapt to the front of the van.

I groaned into my gag with pain and worry.
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Meanwhile in the view of Eric.

"Look Eric," Mom said, Ty is fine I'm sure, his phone may just be dead and he went away."

I hadn't seen Ty in 2 days which is insane for me, he hadn't returned my texts either since after his soccer game. Another rarity. So I worried.

I began to doze off in bed in my pajama pants, blue socks, and dark blue shirt. Only being 13 and fairly short with blonde hair, I could easier stretch out in my Ned, falling asleep quickly.

I awoke looking up into the eyes of a masked man holding a large roll of extra wide electrical tape. I tried to scream but the overpowering figure silently as he could, wrapped tape around my head and mouth, I tried to scream but little came out as I realized my hands and feet were now being bound tightly by the other man.

Once they were done with my bondage I was bound, gagged with some tough tape, knowing my futileness and weakness I gave in, as I was shoved into some sort of laundry which was then tied shut at the top. Inside completely dark, I flailed against this newfound prison, only to get dropped causing great pain to me.

Soon I heard a door open. A van door.
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Back to Ty's view. I couldn't believe it when I saw it, they had kidnapped my best friend and had shoved him in a second dog cage similar to mine, dumping him from his sack and locking him in there.

Still tied in my soccer uniform, it was obvious Eric knew it was me, and we began to try to communicate under our gags but with no effectiveness. This continued for a long while. Until I heard one of the kidnappers say "wow 100 miles already."

Uh oh I thought.

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Sep 22, 2012 1:01 pm

Alex and Donovan opened the back doors to the van. They had several stops on the way, but me and Eric stayed tied up the entire time.

"Alright, we are going to mummify you two, then sell you both as slaves for a couple thousand dollars." Alex said as he dumped out a plastic bag containing at least a dozen rolls of wide white electrical tape the same that was binding Eric and Saran wrap.

"We're going to untie then mummify you, do anything dumb and we'll make you a real mummy. I watched as they hoisted Eric from his cage, and watched in horror as they forced Eric to stand in the middle of what appeared to be a deserted private road, wrapping his body in a layer of tape from shoulders to toes, nothing but white tape showing. Saran wrap next. Then a 4th and 5th roll of tape sealing him in his cacoon. From his neck down was all white tape. His mouth and eyes were also taped shut.

Then I was yanked out of the car. It had been 3 days and I was still in my sweaty soccer uniform from the game. My wrist bonds were undone, feet were not. I gazed around with my mouth still crudely duct taped shut.
I saw an empty field around us, and I realized there'd be no escape.

My hands who had been covered by my socks for 3 days were pulled to my sides, where the two quickly mummified me in the same way they had Eric. From my neck down I saw nothing but white tape then a layer of plastic wrap, then more tape. Alex looked right at me and Donovan nodded. Unlike Eric my eyes, mouth, etc, was each taped shut mummy style. Outside of my nose. All my body was covered tape.

Soon we were chained to a tree while Alex and Donovan slept nearby in a tent about to be much richer all because of us.

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby mikeybound » Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:25 pm

Can't wait! Can I have them?

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby tiednw » Tue Sep 25, 2012 1:00 am

Awesome!!!

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby DuctTapeGagged22 » Tue Sep 25, 2012 11:59 pm

This is by far one of the best stories on here. Please keep going, love it.

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Oct 03, 2012 2:05 pm

Next chapter posted tonight.

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby xtc » Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:19 pm

That's cheating. It's already tomorrow where I am.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:43 pm

The night was difficult, after I was mummified a pair of tubes were inserted into my nose, and sealed with tape, completing my mummification. The boys mockingly played breathing games with the tube as I struggled in my mummified state.

Underneath the Saran wrap and tape it was exceptionally hot. I tried to wriggle but underneath the tape I was cacooned completely, unable to move even my fingers. I could make minor sounds with my mouth under the tape, but very little, as the sock sealed beneath at least a dozen layers of duct tape, Saran wrap, and topped off with electrical tape, kept me from screaming or even mumbling.

As I breathed through the tubes, I worried, not just about me, but eric
, I was detrimentally sorry I brought him into this. I was so upset, I even went as far as crying a bit, but these tears merely reflected off the tape sealing my eyes shut, going back into my eyes. Hot, sweaty, unable to see, talk, or wiggle. I slept.

I awoke to myself being picked up and placed in the back of the van. I could feel the rumbling of the road as my captors checked my bonds, and Erics. Though we weren't going anywhere. Soon enough the van stopped and I could hear beneath the layers of tape a conversation.

"You got two for me?" A strange man said.

"Yes sir." Donovan said, as I heard the van open.

"Mummified, as I asked. No physical issues, both sound?"

"Of course." Donovan said.

"Put them in the basement," the man said, I'll pay you your $100,000, my wife will help you when you get in the basement. Knock them out with chloroform first.

I felt a strange gas come in through my nose tubes, no choice but to inhale. I passed out.

I awoke groggily, staring up at my new habitat. Thankfully, ah yes thankfully, I was released from my mummified state. And I looked over at Eric, who was thankfully alive.

That was the good news. The bad news was the fact each of us was strapped to a medical gurney, in some sort of surgeons office. I saw the chains around my body. I knew this wasn't good.

A man came in with surgical gloves and a mask on. Tape still gagging us and me and Eric's bodies chained down. This was almost my worst nightmare.

"Hello kids, you can call me Dr. Fronkenstein. I suppose your wondering why I brought you here."

Me and Eric both nodded as Fronkenstein went to the straps near my head securing the straps tightly over my forehead and mouth area, keeping me looking straight at the ceiling, unable to move my body at all, only my fingers. He did the same to Eric.

"My wife is ill. I have created a drug that could cure her. But why use eats as a test subject?"

At this point I stopped listening realizing this guy was insane.

"So I'm forcing you guys to do hard labor each day. With the two other test subjects.
I think one of the test subjects grew a third arm," whispered Fronkenstein.

If you do this work, the drug works, I will set you free on the spot.
If you disobey. I will perform surgical tests on you, and you won't see the light of day again. Is that clear?"
Good. Just do as I say, and you will be freed.

From there we were knocked out. Only to awake hours later. Deep underground. In a jail cell. Chains on my wrists handcuffed in front of me. In the cell across from me was Eric. He was yet again mummified in his prison costume which consisted of an orange shirt, black shorts, and orange baseball socks pulled to his knees. He was mummified in rope this time though.

On the side of me were two more cells. Housing two more roommates. Begin mining a horrific adventure. One I would cut short. Already planning my escape.

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:50 pm

How do you like the change-up?

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby xtc » Thu Oct 04, 2012 2:07 am

Sorry, prefer that other approach but that's only my opinion.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby tiednw » Thu Oct 04, 2012 11:18 am

I also preferred the previous chapter. However I like this one as well. ;)

I love everything about guys getting mummified!

Re: The Worst Luck in the World

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Oct 04, 2012 12:45 pm

Alright, I'll change it up. International style.

I looked around the place, Eric was mummified and wasn't going anywhere. My chains though seemed awfully heavy, and very bulky. Yet I managed to push the chains down hard enough to slip them off one of my wrists.
My ankle shackles were about 1 foot apart but I couldn't get them off.
The next issue was escaping the cell, I kicked at the cell door only to realize it was unlocked.

"What are you doing?!" One of the other prisoners said, in the same uniforms me and Eric were in.

"Escaping" I mentally said, freeing Eric from his tape bonds.

Like me Eric's orange socked feet were chained. And those shackles weren't going anywhere.
The boy reminded me of the punishment for escaping, but I ignored him as Eric did as well.

We walked out. As did the boy who just talked to us seeming to change his mind, leaving him other friend chained to a bed. We walked out into the main lab. The doctor sleeping at his study table. I noticed laser motion sensors scanning the room looking for movement. Each time the camera hit us we had to freeze. Only 2 feet from the steps a sneeze blasted, jolting the doctor awake and setting off the alarms.

We bolted up the stairs, unfortunately the boy behind us tripped falling into the hands of the doctor below, who was quick to handcuff the boy to the stair railing, perhaps to attend to later. Eric and I though took off as fast as we good, our shackles shuffling underneath us.

I swinging my chains at the man behind us hitting him swiftly in the head, he fell over in a heap as we reached the door. The outside world. We fled to a backyard nearby ducking in a shed.

"Eric!" I exclaimed embracing my friend.

"That was close" he said.

Tired as we were we managed to nod off in this strange shed, it seemed as if a lot of chemicals were stewing above...

We awoke to a group of men pointing at us with guns. "Get up!" He said in a Spanish accent. Javi, Bene, tape them up. I watched with horror as me and Eric arms were tied to a chair with rope. Our feet tied to each leg, and a bandana tied over our mouths.

"Why are you here in El Chapuro? This is Mexican Al Queres Drug Cartel Territory. Why you two gringos in our lab?"

I mumbled under my bandana, "we were lost," but the leader seemed to ignore me. Signaling for something. Soon our faces were plastered with tape, the lab door shut, and again, I was tied up this time in another country