Sorry for any misunderstanding with my last story lets start fresh. Didn't mean to get off on the wrong foot. This is from my deviantart it's the light hearted series I did of frat guys in peril. Picture is by me also. This is my usual MO
The Bro Adventures
No. 101: The Disc Golfing Dilemma
It was a hot and beautiful summer day on the campus park of Franklin W. Dixon University. Brice was throwing the old disc around with his best bro Levi.
“Toss it harder bro! Don’t send me a bitch pitch every time.” Brice chuckled as he beamed the Frisbee at Levi.
“Haha that’s not what your mom was saying last night when I was at bat bro!” Levi said as he tossed the disc harder sending it well above Brice’s head.
“Jump bro! You can do it Shaquille Bro’Neal!” Levi taunted as Brice jumped for the disc that was clearly far beyond his reach.
It crashed down into the wooded area of the park where he and Levi usually took a hot slam piece to mack on if they were way too drunk to take her back to the dorm. Memories like that put a big smile on his face as he pushes away the itchy braches of the shrubbery. He felt like Indiana Jones fighting his way through a totally rad jungle where there was no doubt a beautiful big breasted native girl waiting to be rescued after he just fought off a couple of lions and shit. Or in this case a circular treasure lost deep inside the wooded patch.
Brice soon found himself deep in the eye of the woods, all the trees cascaded above him leaving only a small patches for the sun to fight it’s way in. He never been this deep in the woods, but was glad he had braved it because sticking right in the ground was his Frisbee. Light shined down on it like a varsity trophy inside a case.
“Fuckin’ sweet!” Brice shouted as he walked to the center of the forest and belt down to pluck his Frisbee from the ground.
As he lifted his head half way up he found himself looking up into the barrel of a beretta pistol. He froze for a moment and put his hands in the air, still holding the Frisbee.
“Just hold it right there American Pie, keep your hands just as they are and I won’t have to blow your brains out.” The masked man ordered and Brice complied with no argument.
“Now first things first, empty your pockets. Give me your wallet, keys, anything you have I want!.”
“Oh… Okay bro just don’t do anything rash. Chillax.” Brice answered his tone in a mild state of shock.
He purged his short pockets of his wallet, car keys that had his Captain America flashlight keychain he had since he was six. That stung the most.
”Good, now march over to that tree and have a seat.” The man barked and Brice followed up with.
“That one? Nah bro I think this one is more my taste.” He joked around going to the tree next to it, trying to make light of the dangerous situation. Not knowing he was only further annoying the armed man.
“Oh a show man are you? Well lets see just how good you are. How about a rope escape for the entertainer huh?” He said as he took out a pile of ropes from his bag he carried on his back.
He cut them into different lengths. Slamming Brice’s hands behind him, the masked man wrapped the rough pieces of rope around his wrists securing them with a tight knot. Then pushed his torso back against the tree where he trussed him back to the trunk, wrapping cord around his chest and arms.
“Now to tie up those legs.”
He cut more rope and bound Brice’s knees, and then his ankles taking a moment to admire Brice’s expensive shoes.
“Nice shoes American Pie, Sperrys huh? Those gotta cost at least a couple hundred bucks. I think I will take those as your final bit of payment.” He said snatching the shoes off his feet. He then slid off one of Brice’s socks and balled it up.
“And to make sure you don’t call for help, or worse tell a punch line… I think this should do the trick!” He crammed the ankle sock right into his mouth and held it there with his hand.
“Mmmmmph!” Brice moaned as he looked down at the masked man’ strong grip over his lips.
He took out a white clothe and tied it over Brice’s mouth to hold the sock in, and stood up over him after.
“I think I will be off, thanks for all the great loot American Pie. Who knows maybe we will bump into each other again…” He bent down and spoke to Brice with his wallet open.
“Maybe I will pay your dorm a visit sometime Eric Brice… Dorm number 134…. What kind of idiot needs to have his dorm number written down in his wallet?” He shook his head and walked off into the woods.
Soon after the sounds of snapping branches from the man had faded off into the distance the sounds of his bro Levi could be heard. Levi called at the top of his lungs.
“Bro?! Bro?! Where ya go?!”
Levi shouted into the darkness hoping for him to reply back.
“What did you fall into quicksand in this fuckin’ jungle? Get your bitch ass back here it’s gettin’ dark!”
“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” Brice tried to call out to him.