Mark : 01 - Birthday Kidnap (M+F+/M)
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01 - Bound by Charlene
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By Mark
Monday, July 26th 2004 - 08:47:19 AM
Found this story on a College web site:
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In the days of my stupid youth, I liked to make a big deal out of personal holidays: birthdays, half-birthdays and things like that. It was really freaking annoying, I'm sure.
My 19th birthday came during my freshman year, and I eagerly returned home for Thanksgiving weekend, anticipating an orgy of praise and celebration upon the annual celebration of my birth.
I spent the day before endlessly reminding friends of the next day's importance and saying things like, "We should do something" and, "We'll get something together."
I went to bed that night after making sure the house was all locked up, and fell asleep with a smile.
But before I could drift off to dreamland, I was awaken by a slight pressure on my body. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't -- my whole body was being pinned down. Still mostly asleep, I stayed silent and could hear whispers in the room around me.
Fully conscious now, I began to thrash my whole body, but to no avail. I felt someone put a cloth hat over my eyes, and then the lights were turned on.
I heard someone say "We're gonna need more duct tape -- oh wait, he has some right here."
I felt hands wrapping the tape around the blanket I was in, securing my lower body while my hands were being taped behind my back.
Damn, I thought. Betrayed by my own tape.
By now I had recognized the voices and I knew that my assailants were just friends, but I was not prepared for the sight before me when the hat was removed.
My room was full. Nine people, all good *expletive deleted* friends, were gathered around. The three guys in charge of holding me down and applying duct tape were at the foot of the bed, looking fairly winded.
The group, comprised of girls and guys, stood around cheering at their success. I noticed one of them was holding a camcorder to document the occasion.
As I began to hurl death threats left and right, a strip of duct tape was put over my mouth. The ringleader, a cheeky blonde girl, told me that it would be a lot easier on me if I just played along.
In response, I chewed through the tape over my face and began cussing them, their mothers and the goats their parents might or might not have abused. They then wrapped the tape completely around my head several times -- heedless of any of my shaggy blonde hair caught in the mix.
Three oafs picked me up and carried me out to their waiting car. Remember, this is November and I am nearly naked, wearing only my boxer-briefs. Having already considered this fact, my friends decided the best car for me to ride in was a convertible with the top down.
I was transported to the ringleader's house and deposited on a freezing cold tarp in her backyard.
For the next half hour, the following items/condiments were poured, slathered and stuck to my body: Vaseline, instant tanning lotion, pancake syrup, peanut butter and Tang drink mix, of all things. For the finale, my ex-girlfriend smashed eggs over my head.
Ow. My pride.
After they cut me loose and I finished chasing them all around, I was able to shower with a garden hose and put clothes on. For my consolation prize and to ease their guilt about tearing my hair out with duct tape, they took me out to IHOP.
To top it off, we all watched the video tape together in one big happy group. Luckily, I have a sense of humor so none of them were killed.
This year, I just want to go bowling.
Mark
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Mark's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - Bound by Charlene
Story index at the bottom
By Mark
Monday, July 26th 2004 - 08:47:19 AM
Found this story on a College web site:
-----------------------------------------------------------
In the days of my stupid youth, I liked to make a big deal out of personal holidays: birthdays, half-birthdays and things like that. It was really freaking annoying, I'm sure.
My 19th birthday came during my freshman year, and I eagerly returned home for Thanksgiving weekend, anticipating an orgy of praise and celebration upon the annual celebration of my birth.
I spent the day before endlessly reminding friends of the next day's importance and saying things like, "We should do something" and, "We'll get something together."
I went to bed that night after making sure the house was all locked up, and fell asleep with a smile.
But before I could drift off to dreamland, I was awaken by a slight pressure on my body. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't -- my whole body was being pinned down. Still mostly asleep, I stayed silent and could hear whispers in the room around me.
Fully conscious now, I began to thrash my whole body, but to no avail. I felt someone put a cloth hat over my eyes, and then the lights were turned on.
I heard someone say "We're gonna need more duct tape -- oh wait, he has some right here."
I felt hands wrapping the tape around the blanket I was in, securing my lower body while my hands were being taped behind my back.
Damn, I thought. Betrayed by my own tape.
By now I had recognized the voices and I knew that my assailants were just friends, but I was not prepared for the sight before me when the hat was removed.
My room was full. Nine people, all good *expletive deleted* friends, were gathered around. The three guys in charge of holding me down and applying duct tape were at the foot of the bed, looking fairly winded.
The group, comprised of girls and guys, stood around cheering at their success. I noticed one of them was holding a camcorder to document the occasion.
As I began to hurl death threats left and right, a strip of duct tape was put over my mouth. The ringleader, a cheeky blonde girl, told me that it would be a lot easier on me if I just played along.
In response, I chewed through the tape over my face and began cussing them, their mothers and the goats their parents might or might not have abused. They then wrapped the tape completely around my head several times -- heedless of any of my shaggy blonde hair caught in the mix.
Three oafs picked me up and carried me out to their waiting car. Remember, this is November and I am nearly naked, wearing only my boxer-briefs. Having already considered this fact, my friends decided the best car for me to ride in was a convertible with the top down.
I was transported to the ringleader's house and deposited on a freezing cold tarp in her backyard.
For the next half hour, the following items/condiments were poured, slathered and stuck to my body: Vaseline, instant tanning lotion, pancake syrup, peanut butter and Tang drink mix, of all things. For the finale, my ex-girlfriend smashed eggs over my head.
Ow. My pride.
After they cut me loose and I finished chasing them all around, I was able to shower with a garden hose and put clothes on. For my consolation prize and to ease their guilt about tearing my hair out with duct tape, they took me out to IHOP.
To top it off, we all watched the video tape together in one big happy group. Luckily, I have a sense of humor so none of them were killed.
This year, I just want to go bowling.
Mark
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Mark's stories
- 01 - Birthday Kidnap (M+F+/M)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section