(a request by Jay with a surprise guest star from the board)

PART 1
Jay Feely was relaxing in his room after a difficult day at school followed by an even more difficult evening struggling with a tough homework assignment. Feeling a bit sleepy, he took a quick shower, opened his window a crack to let in some fresh air and relaxed on top of his bed wearing just his boxer shorts. He had only intended to rest his eyes a few moments before going back to his homework assignment, but he fell soundly asleep in almost less time than it takes to tell.
He never got to finish his homework assignment, because he was literally tied up with other matters by the time he woke up again.
Jay was having a dream about meeting some of the other members of the TUGs stories website he liked to visit when he suddenly felt strangely heavy. He woke up slowly, just in time to see a pair of unfamiliar faces looming over him. Jay began to yell and jump up out of bed, but his unexpected visitors were quicker, larger, and stronger than he was. He had only drawn in his breath to let out a yell when one large boy (apparently in his mid to late teens) hand-gagged him and pushed him back down, while the other boy (about the same size and definitely in his late teens) straddled him and placed a thick cloth over his eyes to blindfold him. A moment later, the first boy shoved a rolled-up sock into Jay’s mouth and then wrapped another cloth around his mouth to make a tight gag. Then he sealed the gag in place with a generous amount of duct tape while the other boy kept Jay pinned down on his bed.
Jay began to struggle harder, but it was no use. Being blindfolded rendered him unable to fight effectively, and the two intruders already had him pinned down. Before he knew what was happening, Jay felt himself rolled over, and then his wrists grasped tightly and forced behind his back. The familiar sound of handcuffs and the feel of cold, hard steel pressed tightly against his wrists signaled to him that further struggle was useless. Jay ceased to struggle and conserved his energy to await developments. Hopefully some college friend of his had arranged this as a gag and he wouldn’t be hurt, though he knew neither boy - and one of them still looked as if he were still in high school.
Jay’s two assailants began to converse quietly together, and Jay began to feel a resurgence of panic. Whatever language they were speaking to each other; it sure wasn’t English! It sounded German; or perhaps Dutch. Being unfamiliar with other languages however, Jay could only guess what language it was, or why his captors spoke in it. In any case, it was beginning to sound like this was more than just a wild college prank.
Jay felt hands grasp his ankles and force them together, and a moment later he felt and heard cold steel cuffs imprison them as well. Then his hands and feet were force as close together as possible, and he heard a third set of cuffs locking together his first two sets of bonds. He was now effectively hog-tied.
Jay felt some relief as his two captors got off of him. One of them apparently remained close to him to keep an eye on him, while the other walked over to the window and – judging by the sound and the inrush of a blast of cool wintry air – opened it wide. Jay heard a voice by the window call out a few words he could not understand, and was answered in the same language by several other voices – all young-sounding voices. They were giggling and coming closer, and soon Jay heard the sounds of several other people climbing through the window into the room. He couldn’t tell how many people there were, but he made out at least four distinct voices – one female, the rest juvenile males who sounded like they were barely into puberty.
All spoke together quietly in their own language for a moment; completely ignoring Jay as he lay on his bed hogtied in his bonds and boxers. Jay had never felt so vulnerable in his life; not even when he’d broken his legs and so many people thought it’d be an amusing past-time to tickle the soles of his helpless feet while his legs were in casts. All he could do was lay there and listen to them talk; undoubtedly discussing him but in a way that prevented him from understanding a single word of the conversation. There was some occasional laughter from some of the younger voices, which only made Jay feel even more helpless than ever. Jay certainly saw nothing particularly funny about the situation, and wondered what they planned to do with him.
Jay heard of the younger voices ask a question in whatever language they were speaking.
He suddenly felt the touch of fingers lightly teasing the soles of his bare feet. With a muffled squeal, Jay attempted to move his feet out of the way; even though he’d experienced situations like this often enough before to know that this was probably futile. It was, too. One set of hands grabbed one ankle and a different set of hands grabbed his other ankle and held them (and him) firmly immobile despite his feeble attempts to keep struggling. Jay whined through his gag as what must have been at least four sets of other hands – two for each foot – began to lightly brush the soles of his trapped feet. He began making muffled squeals and tried harder to get away, but all his efforts did was arouse some gentle laughter from his unseen tormentors.
One of the other voices made a comment in his language, which aroused more teasing-sounding laughter from the others. The tickling continued for another couple of minutes and then mercifully stopped just as Jay’s bladder was about to give up under the strain. Jay was breaking hard by this time, which also seemed to amuse his captors.
As he was calming down, he was grasped by several set of hands and turned over gently on his side. One hand patted him rather hard on the belly; not enough to hurt but loud enough to make a noise.
“You need to shed a little weight there, Jay,†one of the unseen boys said to him suddenly in somewhat halting, heavily accented, but perfectly understandable English . “You’re a bit too pudgy! You’d be the laughing stock at *our* school!â€
“Hmmh?†Jay asked with a startled tone of voice; he had begun to believe that none of his captors understood English at all. “Who are you?†he wanted to ask; choosing to ignore the crack about his weight. Of curse, beoing gagged, it sounded more like 'Woooo urrrrr oooooo."
Despite this, the person who spoke seemed to understand perfectly well what Jay was asking; perhaps having learned to become fluent in 'gagspeak'. “We’ve never met, but you’ve heard of me,†replied the voice. “I’m Chris12, and my friends and I have come to take you away for a little while.â€
Jay began to shiver, which only aroused more gently teasing laughter at his expense from the others surrounding him.
TBC