What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby reddwarf123 » Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:14 pm

Hello! This story is a massive exaggeration of an event that actually happened; therefore I decided to post it in the fictional section because it is more of a “what if” than anything. :)

May 2010, I had recently turned 13 and entered adolescence. My parents saw me as being more responsible and their first request was that I looked after my 11 year old brother for a day while they went out. We both can be trusted in the house on our own but on this day my brother (let’s call him Shea) was grounded and I was told to not let him out of the house; a simple enough task.

My brother is about 140cm tall with short ginger hair and blue eyes. He has an athletic build, not muscular but certainly physically fit. He was wearing a polo shirt and jeans.
My parents left at about 8am after breakfast with the promise of being home at about 5pm. Me and my brother were sat in the living room when at about 9am he said “I’m thinking about going to my mate’s later, is that ok?” To which I replied with a stern “No” and explained what my parents said and how this can earn me their trust. On hearing this, he nodded and stormed upstairs.

It got to 10am and I thought we had struck an accord when I heard Shea on the phone to a friend, I waited for him to finish and stormed in “I thought we were clear that you weren’t supposed to leave the house”

“No, you were clear on this. I’m going to my mate’s house and there’s nothing you can do about it! So go on, try your best, lock the door and hide the keys. I’m still leaving!" Answered Shea

I then backed off and replied “We’ll see about that!” I entered the garage and found the pile of junk our dad collects from work. From which I pulled 2 rolls of duct tape from then dozen or so there. When I went into the hall Shea was reaching for his shoes, I grabbed him and shoved him onto his stomach. I’d caught him off guard so he soon had his face in the carpet as I wrapped duct tape around his wrists several times. I then sat him on a wooden chair in the living room and knelt in front of him, “I told you weren’t leaving this house, understand”? Shea’s only response was to kick me in the mouth, provoking me to grab the duct tape and strap his legs the legs of the chair. I started with the right leg, his stronger leg, and wrapped duct tape around his ankle and the chair leg several times, then doing the same for the left leg, amidst Shea’s constant protests and curses. To secure his legs, I wrapped a generous amount of duct tape around his denim clad knees.

Battered and bruised, I took a step back and reached for a pair of scissors nearby. I cut his wrists from behind him and forced them onto the arms of the chair. Starting with the right wrist, I wrapped duct tape around his wrist and the arm of the chair and wrapped some duct tape around his elbow and the rear end of the chair’s arm, pinning his arm to the chair at both ends. I repeated this for his left arm.

Not content yet, I wrapped even more duct tape around his lap to tie him the seat of the chair and around his waist and chest to tie him to the back of the chair. All of this wasn’t as easy as it sounded because of Shea’s struggling, squirming and shouting but now he was securely taped to the chair and going nowhere in a hurry.
“F{naughty word}G let me go, now!” Shea shouted, furious.

“That’ll be a no. You said to try my best and that’s what I’ve done, you’re not going anywhere soon. If you don’t shut up, I’ll shut you up.” After this, Shea erupted into a verbal bombardment, forcing me to go upstairs and grab a roll of medical tape. Either me or my brother were injured at any given time meaning there was no shortage of medical equipment and the medical tape was designed for human skin making it a perfect gagging tape.

When I entered the room Shea was still secured to the chair despite his frantic struggling. I went up to him and plastered his face with tape until the lower part of his face was covered with tape both under his chin and over his mouth. Now all I could hear from him was an angry mmmmmppphhh. I muttered smugly “I think we’re both clear on where we stand now” as I looked around at my handiwork and checked he could still breathe. I ran upstairs and grabbed a bandage from his room and wrapped it around his eyes, clipping it off behind his head. This provoked more struggling from my brother but he could not escape from his tiny duct tape prison.

I glanced at the clock, 10.45. Wow that was a struggle! We had tied each other up before but never for a reason like this. I got a sense of achievement from seeing my brother tied up and at my mercy. With my captive nearby, I turned on the Playstation and burned away the hours while checking everything was okay down my brother’s end in that his limbs still had complete circulation and hadn’t turned blue. Come 12.30, I untied my brother so he could have some lunch and go to the toilet. I forced him to hand his house keys over so he couldn't sneak out behind my back on the condition I didn’t tie him up.

Everything was going swimmingly; I had babysat my brother and successfully enforced his punishment. That was until my parents were pulling into the drive and Shea stormed in and bellowed “I’m telling Mum you tied me up against my will!”

Stunned, I started pleading “What!? Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Anything?” Shea asked just before my parents burst in.

“Hi kids! Was everything okay?” My mum asked us.

I turned to Shea, my heart pounding. He paused “…….Everything was fine!”

I let out a sigh of relief and as my parents made their way into the kitchen Shea whispered to me “Remember, anything I want “and swaggered off up the stairs.




I will continue this story later, hope you enjoyed my first part; I’m hoping to get part 2 written by Sunday (in the UK). Until then, Chao!!!
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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby Gadgetman » Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:28 pm

What kind of people are your parents? I think that they would find it funny, and it worked! It might even be a good way to make TUGs ok in your family? I think it is a little unrealistic for him to just cave like that, but then again I would just say fine, see how far that gets you...
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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby xtc » Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:34 pm

Good start!
I beg you not to post until you're really happy with the result. It would be a shame to wate such a good start.
Wassail!
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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby reddwarf123 » Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:40 pm

THANK YOU GUYS!!! :3
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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby Chris12 » Wed Feb 22, 2012 2:24 pm

I like sibling stories! very great start :big:

Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby reddwarf123 » Fri Feb 24, 2012 12:46 pm

My comeuppance occurred about a week later. It was half term so both Shea and I were off school and I was in charge after my “admirable” job of looking after Shea last week. My parents were at work until about 5.30 so we had the house to ourselves.

I was about 9am and Shea came into my room, I raised my head from my pillow and told Shea to get out of my room, he then replied “Nope, it’s time to get up and get dressed. It’s time for me to collect my debt”.

I got dressed and came downstairs; Shea was sat on the sofa with a friend, Curtis. Curtis was a Manchester lad through and through; his accent was so thick I struggled to understand him sometimes. He was about 150cm tall (sorry for the metric measurements guys), had flowing blond hair that he grew in a bowl cut. An avid fan of rugby, Curtis wasn’t as fit as Shea but was considerably stronger and knew how to throw his weight around. I greeted him with a nod.

“You took your time” Exclaimed Shea, “Now stand near that blanket”. He motioned to a thin blanket in the middle of the room. Confused, I wandered over and Shea pulled out a drawstring bag which he handed to Curtis; Curtis pulled out 2 rolls of duct tape and handed one back to Shea. “You know what we are going to do, if you struggle I’ll tell mum of our little occurrence last week”. I submitted to this as Curtis pulled my wrists in front of me and wrapped duct tape round them several times, repeating the process for my elbows. Shea then wrapped duct tape around my stomach, chest and arms, pinning my arms to my torso. I was told to lie down and Curtis began to wrap duct tape around my ankles while Shea wrapped tape round my feet, making me unable to separate them. Curtis then moved onto wrapping tape above and below my knees before finally wrapping a generous of tape to my thighs.

I wiggled a little to test my bonds and only achieved in entertaining my captors. They ushered me to one end of the blanket and forced me to lie on one end of it. They then rolled me up in it, stopping every half revolution to pull the blanket tight and pick up any slack until I could hardly move in my soft cocoon. They wrapped duct tape around me at various place to stop me from unrolling myself and to keep it tight, this was all to a chorus of protests from myself but they fell onto deaf ears.

“We did a good job here” Exclaimed Curtis.
“Just a few more things left” replied Curtis as he rummaged in the bag, emerging with a roll of medical tape and a roll of toilet paper. He took the medical tape and made a thick muzzle over my mouth and under my chin, reducing my protests to mere whispers. He then wrapped toilet paper around my eyes before applying a few layers of duct tape around my head. “See I thought even thought of you beautiful eyelashes, wouldn’t want the tape ripping them out now would we?” I then felt someone hold my nose. I writhed and squirmed to break free but they held firm. I began to panic before I hear Curtis say “That’s enough, you don’t want to suffocate him”. They lifted me onto the sofa and I heard their retreating footsteps only for them to return moments later accompanied by the bouncing of a ball. I tensed myself ready to be hit, but instead Shea laughed and uttered “We’re off out for a kickabout in the park. We’ll lock the door and be back in a couple of hours, Byeeee.” The door slammed behind them.

I was completely cut off from the outside world; I couldn’t speak a word or move a muscle, I had no idea what time it was and what time I would be released. What was worse was the fact I had been trussed up and then left by my younger brother. I struggled in my bonds but the duct tape gripped my limbs and the tight blanket restricted my movement so to all intents and purposes I might as well have been encased in concrete if not for the tiny useless movements I could perform. Since I was getting nowhere slowly I decided to take the opportunity to catch up on the sleep I lost from Shea’s awakening.

When I woke up I had forgotten I was tied up but it all came flooding back to me. My limbs were sore from being in the same position for God knows how long so I tried to roll onto my front. After a lot of effort I managed to get onto my side, when I went to roll onto my front I ran out of sofa and hit the ground with a THUD. Angry, I began to squirm about against my bonds but they were just as tight as ever. By now I was sweating, the sun had shifted so I was now in its relentless glare through the bay window, not that the blanket helped much. I heard my watch beep for 12 noon, about 2
hours in my vegetative state with no sign of escape in sight. That was until my brother burst in…




Thanks everyone for the great comments, I wrote this part now because it is the only time I have at the moment for a little. I might rewrite this if it turns out a little rushed it’s just I won’t have the time until the foreseeable future.

Until then I will wait with eager anticipation. :3
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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby xtc » Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:34 pm

On a technical point: if Curtis was a REAL Manchester lad, why wasn't he a City fan? :?: :)
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby reddwarf123 » Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:18 pm

I didn't know u were into football xtc, shame u support city though.
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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby xtc » Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:58 pm

I'm not, I don't but (many years ago) I had a lot of mates in Gorton, City fans to a man.
They reckoned, probably correcly, that United fans were all "Londoners" (That is to say, anyone from outside Manchester).
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: What Goes Around Comes Around

Postby reddwarf123 » Fri Feb 24, 2012 4:03 pm

Wow gorton, that's like a 5 minute walk away from me :O. Tis a small world
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