Chris was your average high school senior. About 5'9", head shaved but not bald, a tid bit on the hefty side, and tended to wear clothes that were at least one size too large for him. Chris was also the type of person who always liked being tied up, and had always kinda wondered what it was like to be kidnapped. He was also pretty popular, and one of the favorites amongst his friends. Being that, he wouldn't dare tell them any of this. Being 18, just about to graduate high school, lots of parties and beach outings coming up; one wouldn't want to ostricize oneself over the chance they might get their hands tied behind their back. As so, he never uttered a word about it.
One Saturday night Chris was at a party with his buddy Matt, whose parents were gone for a week or so. They had been out drinking, and Chris didn't want to go back to his house for fear that his parents would catch him. He had the whole "I'm 18 and I do what I want" mindset, and therefore didn't care if his parents knew he was staying out all night or not. This being the case, he stayed at Matt's house for the night and slept on his bedroom floor.
The next morning Matt kept looking at him weird; he didn't know why, and when he asked Matt just shrugged it off and said everything was ok. Chris didn't want to pry, so he just let it be.
Monday rolled around, and it was a school day. Chris woke up and threw on a red polo with red and black stripes that had sleeves which landed just past his elbows, and a pair of baggy black shorts that hit about mid calf. His parents, as well as the rest of the neighbors, left for work around 6:30, and he didn't have to leave until around 7:15, so the street was mostly empty. He walked out the front door and started his trek towards the bus stop a couple streets over.
He had only walked a few houses down, when suddenly somebody came up from behind him and slapped duct tape across his eyes, and stuffed a bandana in his mouth and wrapped his head with duct tape. He immediately began struggling. He felt the person grab his arm, and heard a series of clicks. 'Was this really happening? Handcuffs? This can't be real' he thought to himself. He felt his arms being pulled back and the other side of the cuffs snapped onto his other wrist. Then he was pushed down, and he felt duct tape wrapping around his ankles, multiple times, as well as his upper legs and upper body. He felt himself being thrown into a trunk, heard the trunk slam, and knew he was truly in trouble.
The car drove around for what seemed like hours, making lots of sharp turns, tossing him around inside the trunk. Whoever was doing this to him was being very quiet, was not playing any music in the car, and was being very sure that he would not find out whoever they were. Finally, the car was pulled into a garage, the trunk was popped, and he felt himself being carried out of the trunk and into the house. He was carried to the basement, or so he assumed, as he heard and felt that he was being carried down steps. The tape about his ankles, upper legs, and upper body was cut away, and he felt himself being placed on a chair. Whoever this was then taped his ankles to the legs of the chair, his upper body to the chair, and took a zip tie and ran it through the chain of the cuffs and the rungs of the chair, securing his wrists to the back of the chair. Then his captor proceeded to walk back upstairs, leaving him to his devices. He knew he was screwed.
He mmmpfed as much as he could, and struggled his brains out. He had a pair of handcuffs at home, but they were the cheap CVS style with the safety release. These were much different; he found he couldn't rotate his wrists at all, and his hands we facing away from each other. Whoever did this must have planned it out rather well, as it was executed flawlessly. About 3 hours later, he was still here, tied and handcuffed to this chair in a random basement. He was really starting to get worried.
He began struggling again, thinking mabye he could break the wooden rungs of the chair and attempt to free himself. In a move of desparation, he mmfed his heart out. His captor returned downstairs, and removed his gag. "Who are you, and why am I tied to a chair mmpf". He felt a bottle of water hit his mouth, and he was forced to drink the whole bottle. "What the fummmmmph". The gag was reapplied.
He sat there for a couple hours more, now desperately needing to use this random house's bathroom facilities. He screamed into his gag again, and his captor again came downstairs. But this time, he removed the blindfold. His eyes adjusted to the light they had been deprived from since 7:15 this morning, and he saw Matt, pointing at him and laughing. He felt relieved that he was in friendly territory, but then became worried. Why did Matt kidnap him? Why is he tied to a chair in his basement? All a little too much to take in at once.
Matt again removed the gag, and this gave Chris his chance to question Matt's unpredicted behavior. "Ok Matt. I'm not mad, just confused. So I gotta ask you. Why am I duct taped, handcuffed, and zip tied to a chair in your basement?". "Well", Matt said, "Remember when you crashed at my house after that party on Saturday night?". "Yeah, what about it" said Chris. "Well, I'll bet you didn't know you talk in your sleep. And you were having a conversation with somebody about how you like to be tied up, and cuff yourself to random stuff around your house, how you want to be kidnapped, and that you tape your mouth and cuff yourself to your bed before you go to sleep sometimes. And you also said that you were scared to tell anyone, including whoever you were talking toin your dream, for fear they'd think you were weird". Chris had a flashback of the dream, and remembered it vividly. "Yeah, I guess I did say that stuff. And so you decided to kidnap me as a result?" said Chris. "Yeah, I did. The truth is, I like being tied up too, and I was always scared to tell anyone about it. When I heard you say that stuff in your dream, I got excited, and started planning this. If it freaks you out I'll let you go" said Matt. "No it's cool, now that I know it's you and not some random psycho I'm ok with it. I'm actually pretty comfortable, I've never been tied like this before" said Chris. "Well good. Because you're staying like this until 3:30 this afternoon. It's only 12:30. Have a good day!" said Matt, just as he re-inserted the bandanna and proceeded to once again wrap duct tape around Chris' head. He could hear mmpfs as he headed back up the stairs, and chose to ignore them.
Matt returned as promised at 3:30 and let Chris go, but kept the handcuffs on. "Come on man take'em off I gotta pee, you can put'em back on when I'm done" Chris said. "Figure it out. I'm not uncuffing you, it's funnier this way" said Matt. He finally released Chris from the cuffs around 7:15PM, so that Chris could achieve a full 12 hours in handcuffs.
The two talked about the previous day's events the next morning on the ride to school, as Matt picked Chris up in his parent's car, the one he had forcefully given him a ride in the day before. The two agreed that they would tie each other up on occasion, and that they didn't have to kidnap one another to initiate the games. Although, it sure was more fun that way.