01 - Freshman Torture
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By Tony
Monday, December 2nd 2002 - 01:15:28 AM
Okay this happened last year when I was a freshmen....This is how I was tied and tortured just for the entertainment of others!
It was a weekend and all of the freshmen guys were hanging out on freshmen floor (it is named this for obvious reasons) in what we called a quad (this is how it is setup: there is a main common room which is the entrance and middle room out of all the three rooms in a quad. Then there are two other rooms are on each other side to the left and right with two beds each). The boys were all really bored. I don’t know how it was brought up but someone was talking about how others have been tied up in previous times of the year. Then someone mentioned how funny it would be to duct tape someone to the wall above a bed with 3 (yes that’s right 3!) rolls of duct tape! All of a sudden people started looking at me funny…
Well at first I was very confused but I soon realized what was going on. Now let me give you a little advice. You DO NOT want to be the smallest person in your grade and the least popular at the same time. BAD COMBINATION! Well just when I went to dart up and head for the door it was too late. All of the male freshmen population was on my back and I could not move let alone yell. Somebody said “I’ll go get the duct tape!†I struggled but to no gain. People were holding my legs, arms, and mouth.
Finally someone came with three rolls of duct tape. They let go of me as they started to tape my ankles so I wouldn’t run away and I started to say “YOU LITTLE SONS OF…MMMMPH! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!†was all I could get out when they stuffed a sock in my mouth and put duct tape around it to secure it in tight. “Shut up and stay still!†somebody said as he punched me clean in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and weakening me temporarily. During this time they dragged me into one of the bedrooms and held me up to the wall after taping my wrists to it. They had me in a cross position like Jesus on the cross.
Now the thing about duct taping someone is that you must have the tape go around something (like circle around the wrists) not just on top of it, to properly constrict the body movement (no matter how much tape you use). I knew this but they obviously didn’t. The reason I did not just jump down was simple. I wanted them to waste the tape so they had nothing else to tie me up with when this would fail. I would surprise them too. The other problem was that I didn’t want to hit my baby makers on the wooden chair below when falling either.
Well soon they were piling the duct tape on me. They were halfway through the second roll when somebody was just about to poke me in the side. Now I am EXTREMELY ticklish on my sides, so when I didn’t see this coming it scared me and I jumped right off the wall just ruining my plans! The secret was now out that it wouldn’t work at all. To make matters worse I DID hit myself square on the weak spot while going down (damn wooden chair *sigh*) so I was really weak when I hit the ground.
There were only about 2 or 3 kids left in the room so I assumed the rest left and went to eat or something only to return later. This I thought gave me the advantage to escape along with surprise. Well with all the strength I could manage (after getting hit in the manhood) and ripped off my gag and ran out the bedroom door and into the common room where I thought I was a hop skip and a jump away to the door of freedom. But I was wrong. It seems all the boys were still there…only they were looking for cameras. (Now I was glad to at least be aware of this. There is nothing more humiliating than not only being tied up by your whole grade, but to have MANY pictures taken to show and prove to others! Like the girls…>_<) I heard someone yell “HEY! He’s escaping! Get him!†everyone looked up and just tackled me to the ground. I was almost there too! (The ankle tape did not help *sigh*)
Once I was tackled again I could not breathe again. Well once they got off of me someone held me at the legs and at the arms and the mouth again while they wondered what to do with me. The one good thing about being little is that you can squirm a lot. I wriggled and twisted and guess what! I got free! People were saying “Hold onto him!†others saying “I can’t! I can’t! He keeps on squirming too much. But once again numbers were the problem. Suddenly someone grabbed me by the hair and yelled “LET’S TIE THIS LITTLE B*TCH UP LIKE WE HAVE BEFORE!â€
Well since they still had another roll and a half of duct tape so they started taping my wrists on the arm rests of one of those office chairs. They taped my legs to the pole below it connecting the legs to the chair. Someone came right in my face and said evilly “How’s that?†I spat in his face and said “No! How was THAT?!†He slapped me so fast I didn’t know what hit me. He said “That’s it!†I started to say “F*** YO….MMMPH! Mm mmmph!†Of course they couldn’t stand my smart mouth so they stuck another sock then quickly applied duct tape. “You talk too much anyways†he replied. I could only give them all a cold stare. Once they were done someone said “Hey I know! Let’s have a little fun with him….â€
My eyes grew huge when this was said. I knew exactly what he meant. I tried to beg “Mm mmm! Mm mmm!†(NO! NO!) But he was already advancing and there was nothing I could do. He started to tickle me mercilessly under my arms and on my stomach. Everyone else joined in and tickled me without relent. It was a nightmare. It was pure torture with 25 people all on you at once. I was laughing so hard that I fell backwards in the chair and they still held me tight on the ground so I wouldn’t bounce. There were people at my neck, my arms, my stomach, and feet. I tried for all it was worth to scream for help but between all the laughing I was doing and the gag nothing came out. They did this for a whole hour before taking a break only to do it for another whole hour again. By the time they were done I thought I would faint from exhaustion! (I almost did too!)
And after that they gave me some serious wedgies! Oh man, were these kids good with wedgies! They stood me upright and then after the icing they put the cherry on top. They took TONS of pictures! They were all laughing so much! Oh GOD as if this wasn’t humiliating enough. All I could do was give them the cold hard stare as if saying “Go ahead. I DARE you to untie me!†Well when they finally untied me I considered rushing one of them but I decided to make the better judgment considering how many people would be against me; unless, of course, I wanted another 2 hours in “the chairâ€. I left with my head down and others laughing it up. A similar incident (but not as severe for me luckily) happened the next weekend that has a rather humorous outcome in my favor. But that’s another story.
This was my first true story that I have ever posted here. Please tell me what you think (feedback if you liked this one) and if you would like to hear my other story please tell me. I also have a few more still. So tell me if you want to hear them!
Tony
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