Jake was walking to English class. It was third lesson. High school was a maze and had been ever since he had started over a year ago. He was useless at navigating the long, endless corridors. Although the doors had the room numbers above them, the rooms weren't in order and it seemed as if he was expected to magically guess where each room was. His mild dyslexia didn't help.
The corridor was filled with people eager to arrive at their lessons on time (most of them were). Jake spotted a person pointing and laughing at his bright ginger hair, which was short and smoothened down apart from the front, which was spiked up. He didn't care about people taking the piss out of it. He was able to tolerate it quite well.
His eyes were bright blue. This had got him a lot of girlfriends in the past, who had later admitted that his blue eyes had attracted them.
His body was of average weight and He had recently turned 14.
He spotted one of his friends, Turner, who was looking for someone.
When he shifted his gaze toward Jake, he exclaimed, "Ah, there you are!"
He was obviously the one Turner was looking for.
He pushed uncaringly past a few people to get to Jake and stopped in front of him. They hadn't seen each other yet that day.
Turner was slightly taller than him, had black hair and dark brown eyes, which reflected his superficial "hard chav" personality. He was constantly swaying slightly.
"You alright, mate?" Turner asked.
"In boring school? It's depressing. No, I'm fine really, even if I did get told off by an idiot teacher who can't tell the difference between his stressful home life and his job as a teacher."
"Don't worry, mate, I understand totally." he sympathised in his "chav-iest" voice. His "chav" persona was so exaggerated at times that it became difficult not to laugh at it.
"Anyway, why were you looking for me?"
"Oh yeah, Dave was looking for you, but hasn't found you yet, so he told me to tell you that he wanted to talk to you about something important."
"What might that important thing be?"
"He said something about a sleepover or a house party or something. Apparently, there's something different about it. You'll have to talk to him yourself. Hope you have a wicked day and I'll see you soon." he winked as he strode past him and continued prentending to be the "hardest" person in the world by rocking from side to side and always keeping a straight face.
Jake chuckled slightly as he walked off to resume his lesson-finding.
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At lunch time, which was after lesson 4, Jake searched for Dave in amongst the crowds. Dave, unlike Turner, carried a real "chav" persona and wasn't pretending to be one. Turner was a Dave wannabe. He secretly envied him. Inside, he was actually quite soft and sensitive.
Dave's sways and "chav" voice were genuine. This gave him a lot of respect and no-one messed with him. He was extremely popular in school. Some feared him, whilst some admired his confidence. A few were envious.
He had spiky black hair and dark brown eyes.
Jake, Turner and Dave were best friends. Dave was slightly taller than Turner, making him the tallest of the three. Turner was the strongest of them.
What did he want to talk to Jake about?
After a few minutes of searching, he spotted him sat on a bench with all his "mates" and "babes" accumalated around him like flies.
He saw Jake approaching him and his friends parted to let the shorter boy through.
"Ah, there you are! Come an' sit down here." he pushed someone away from his left and placed his hand on the spot he wanted Jake to sit down.
He sat down there and faced Dave.
"So, what d'ya want to talk to me about?" he inquired.
"Want to come round later with Turner? I asked him to keep it a surprise until I told you."
"Yeah, sure. What's happening there?"
"You'll just have to wait and see. Turner knows what's going on."
"Uh, alright, then. i'll see you then. Oh yeah, what time?"
"6:00pm. My parents are out for the night and won't be coming back 'til tommorow. See you later."
Jake looked forward to whatever surprise there would be at Jake's house later that afternoon.
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Jake, changed into light blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, looked at the sky as it began to get dark. He was at Dave's house now.
The door and window frames had white plastic frames around them. The curtains were drawn.
He opened the gate and shut it behind him. Walking down the path, he wondered what the surprise was going to be and when it was going to happen. The door was dark brown and didn't appear to have been painted. Approaching it, he saw the note duct taped to it which said:
Come in Jake and lock the door once inside.
He twisted the metal door handle and ventured inside, making sure to do what the note said. Straight ahead of him was the stairs and to his left was an open door which led to the living room. He suspected they would be in there.
He took a step inside. There were two sofas along two of the walls and there was a chair to his right. Ahead of that chair was a doorway (without a door) which led to the kitchen.
"So, what's the surprise, then?" He asked Dave and Turner, wondering where they were.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over his mouth and before he had time to react, an arm wrapped tightly around him, securing his arms to his body. His head was pressed against the kidnapper's chest, allowing little head movement. His body was pushed downward, forcing him to kneel on the soft carpet as the kidnapper's legs placed themselves on top of his, ensuring that he couldn't fight back with any part of his body.
"This is the surprise." said a gleeful Turner.
Jake attempted to move his arms, but not even small movements were allowed. He tried to speak to protest, but his lips wouldn't even part. It was impossible to move his legs.
He heard Dave's voice: "We've planned this for two days. Hope you're liking the surprise. You should be grateful for it."
Grateful? Thought Jake. Definitely not.
Dave walked toward him, but stopped beside him. What was happening now?
There was a ripping sound and Jake wondered what it was. He then saw the roll of duct tape in front of his face and he was filled with dread. The gagging hand was released and his head was moved away from the Turner's chest, only for the sticky material to be pressed onto his lips. Dave wasn't satisfied with a simple strip over the mouth, so he started to wrap the tape round his head slowly, making sure it was tight all the way round. He repeated this three times before quickly snipping the tape with scissors and sticking the remaining part to his head.
Jake could still not part his lips or make any sound and he started to struggle desperately, but his efforts were useless. The two other boys laughed at the hopeless attempts to escape. Turner held him captive like that for ten more minutes as they both sniggered hysterically.
"What a great prank!" he exclaimed.
Dave desperately held in his laughter, as did Turner with less success. Jake stopped struggling and anxiously waited for what was going to happen next. Ages seemed to go by. He was in suspense as nothing happened for a second. The room was almost silent.
All of a sudden, fingers dug into his ribs. They continued chuckling as he attempted to reach Dave's tickling hand, but couldn't, however big a struggle he put up. The constant tickling would have caused him to laugh hysterically if it was possible. How long would this go on for...? Then, he realised something.
He was actually starting to enjoy this. He liked (and was starting to relish) being held helpless in this position and not able to make a sound. He had never felt like this before, but it was a very special, unique feeling. He doubted that it would feel the same doing it to someone else. He would have to wait and see though...
The tickling stopped and relief flooded him, yet he seeked more...
"Get him up on the chair!"
He was lifted, no longer wanting to struggle. His wrists were now grabbed and he sat down on the wooden chair he had previously seen near the kitchen doorway. His wrists were crossed over behind the chair and tape was noisily wrapped around them. It pressed hard against his skin and he knew this would just as inescapable as the hold Turner had put him in just before.
It was then wrapped firmly around him, securing his arms to his body. It was wrapped from his shoulders to just above his legs, which were then taped to the legs of the chair.
Literally no part of him excluding his head could move.
"Hey, Turner, go stand with your back to the chair."
"Why"
"Because I just want you to."
Turner did as he was told and Dave stepped in front of him. They stood facing each other with blank stares.
The taller boy then stepped on the other one's feet, making sure to avoid the toes.
"Hey, what are you doing, man?" asked Turner.
"You know what?" Dave grabbed his arms and pushed one through the gap in Jake's wrists. "I've decided to include you in the prank."
"Whaaat?"
"You heard what I said." He remarked sarcastically as he pushed the other arm beside Jake's arm.
"This isn't part of the agreement!"
"It is now."
The bound captive managed a faint, "Ha Ha!" underneath his gag.
"If you try to struggle whilst I'm tying and gagging you, I'll stamp on your foot until you stop."
"OK."
"Right. Now, let's get to work."
He instructed Turner to clamp his hands together and taped both his hands and wrists together. He couldn't unclamp his hands or move his wrists apart, not even a millimetre.
Then, his legs were taped together from his ankles to the top of his legs. Surprisingly, Dave walked off without tape-gagging him. He wondered why he chose not to.
After he walked into the kitchen, the two bound captives heard a draw opening, some things being taken out and the draw closing. His footsteps became increasingly louder as he approached the doorway.
When he stood in there, Turner gasped at the sight of what Dave had in store for him.
To be continued...