Hello anyone reading. Stewart here. I’ve finally found the time and the will to post a story. For anyone who has read my previous stories, this one is nothing like any of them. When I’ve posted stories before they’ve always been about when I was 15/16 and with my friends. This only happened at the end of November last year. I suppose I should give a description of myself, since my appearance has changed quite a bit in the last 4/5 years. Lets see...I’m (currently) twenty-one, five foot eleven, I regularly do swimming and diving so I’m well built (not that it really matters), and I have pure white hair. Yes, I know...I’m not saying how it happened. I’ve learned to live with it, even grow slightly fond of it. As for my facial appearance, I don’t like to be immodest, so I’ll just say that a lot of girls like me. Despite the hair, which, by the way, sticks up everywhere like I’ve been electrocuted. Anyway, sorry about the rant, I’ll get into the story now.
It was November 27th, and I was in the library at about nine in the evening (I live on college campus. I won’t say where). Two guys I’d seen but never talked to approached me and asked me if I’d want to see something interesting. I was dubious, but I went with them through force of boredom. I followed them to another dorm room where I went I and saw the weirdest thing. One of their friends was lying on the bed, very loosely tied up and apparently drooling on the pillow, not aware of anything happening around him. I was very confused and I asked them just what the heck was going on. They told me they had spiked his drink earlier on that night, then taken him back here. They seemed to think it was extremely funny. At this point (for whatever reason) I got extremely angry. I didn’t know the guy, but I was hopping mad. I began to yell at them, telling them that this was irresponsible, and they could’ve killed him, not just knocked him out. A mistake, as it turned out. Eventually they had just had enough, and one of them pushed me on the ground. One of them grabbed the duct tape, and they began to tie me up. I put up a fight, but one of them was the idiotic musclehead type and both of them had participated in my ‘initiation’ earlier on (come to think of it I probably should’ve posted that first). They tied my legs together then forced my elbows behind my back and used up basically the whole roll on them. Then they through me on the bed, gagged me with the last bit, and left. I wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, but VERY annoyed. I rolled around a bit, fell on the floor, struggled, all the usual stuff. After I realised I couldn’t escape, I decided to just wait. They didn’t come back until after midnight, when they untied me and told me to mind my own business. Apparently now I’m one of their favourite ‘victims’. Gee, I’m honoured. Apparently these guys and their friends are somewhat of anarchists round the place, which basically means they play a lot of pranks on people. Joy.
