Curse of the Mummy - Complete (5 parts) (m/m)
Posted: Wed May 20, 2020 1:00 pm
THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY
Part 1
Billy McAllister was one of the most popular boys in eighth grade. He was tall for a 13-year-old (5’ 10” or about 175 cm), athletic and muscular (165 pounds or 75 kg), and skilled in wrestling, swimming, football, basketball, and soccer. He was also drop-dead gorgeous in a movie-star way that had most of the girls (and not a few of the other boys) gazing at him with admiration. His parents were wealthy and gave him a generous allowance. Best of all, he was not vain about his good qualities; he had a ready smile and was friendly with everyone who was friendly to him.
If he had any faults, it was that he was totally oblivious to how jealous of him some of the boys were of him; especially his own best friend Steven.
Steven was himself a tall, well-built, handsome boy, and were Billy not around it would probably be he who would have been considered the most admirable boy at Reed Middle School. But Billy *was* around, and unwittingly he left Steven in the shade when it came to getting the coy looks and wistful sighs from the girls. At that, Steve could have lived with this, for he was normally not the envious type and was fully aware (perhaps too aware) of his own good qualities.
But there was a girl in class named Linda whom Steven adored, and wanted to get close to. But Linda scarcely knew Steven even existed, because her attention was centered entirely on Billy. Even when Steve and Billy were together, she would walk up and talk with Billy quite suddenly (sometimes interrupting Steven if he were talking) and monopolize his attention as if Steven were not even there. It’s not like she disliked Steven; she just simply didn’t see or hear him at all if Billy were around. And sometimes Billy would talk back with her as if he’d forgotten all about Steven being there; not even noticing if Steven walked on in a huff. If Steven tried to talk to Linda when Billy was not around, she’d say “Hi!” casually (and even friendly) enough but would then just move on before he could began an actual conversation with her.
Being only human, Steven began to get insanely jealous of Billy. One day, after Billy spent the entire lunch period talking with Linda and not saying one word to Steven (and barely even glancing at him ), he decided that he’d have to do something about it.
One day Steven’s parents told him that they were going to spend Halloween weekend with a relative who lived a couple of hundred miles away, and offered him the option of coming with them or having the house to himself for the weekend. Naturally, like any normal teenager, Steven decided he would like to stay home. His parents agreed to this, as Steven was (normally) a well-behaved and responsible boy for his age.
Even then, Steven’s scheme did not occur to him until his parents also offered to let Steven invite a friend over for the weekend to keep him company.
At that moment, Steven’s plan to teach Billy a lesson was born!
Steven invited Billy to spend the weekend at his house. As the two were good friends, Billy readily agreed. The parents of both were informed of these plans and approved, and Steven’s secret plan was further developed until it was fool proof!
That Friday after school Billy walked with Steven to his friend’s house. The two immediately changed into their gym clothes to play a game of Hoops out in Steven’s backyard. It was a very vigorous game (which Billy easily won, much to Steven’s secret disgust), and afterward the two boys needed a shower. As guest, Billy got to take his first.
He had just finished his shower, wrapped a bath towel around himself, and was walking into the guest bedroom set aside for him when he was tackled from behind by two unseen assailants. Unexpected as this development was, Billy might have been able to ward off his attackers were he not engaged in toweling his hair dry at the time with a second bath towel.
Billy struggled and managed to get a good look at his adversaries. These turned to be Ned Travers and Michael Bates; classmates and mutual acquaintances of his and Steven’s. Both were heavily built for eight graders, and were among the strongest boys in Middle School. They had an inordinate love for football, and had tackled him as if he were carrying a football straight to their goal line.
“Hey! What’s up?!” Billy demanded with understandable outrage but little fear. Although these two boys weren’t the brightest stars in the sky, they were friends if his (though they were closer friends with Steven) and quite unlikely to mean him any serious harm. Therefore he didn’t put up much of a struggle once they got him down on his belly and pinned down his arms and legs. Besides which, he was wearing only a bath towel; not exactly the best apparel for putting up a determined struggle in.
“They’re just here to help me make you comfortable for your stay,” Steven replied as he walked into the room behind them and closed the door. He had three large rolls of Duct tape in one hands, a clean set of Speedos in the other, and an evil grin on his face that Billy had never seen directed at him before.
Billy was rather quick on the uptake and began to renew his struggles.
Steven bent casually down and, before Billy knew what was happening, unknotted the bath towel around the captive boy’s waist and yanked it away!
Chagrined, Billy stopped struggling for fear of exposing himself.
“That’s better,” Steven said with an even wider grin as he held out the set of Speedos he had brought. “Now, I don’t really want to humiliate you *too* much, so I’ll just give this to you, and you can slide it on right where you are, okay?”
Billy settled for nodding his head in affirmation; not trusting himself to say anything out loud that might tempt Steven to make his situation even worse than he’d already planned it.
Steven hunkered down by Billy’s bare feet and calmly threaded them through the Speedos while the other two boys continued to keep Billy pinned down. Billy cooperated to the extent of lifting up his legs as far as modesty allowed while Steven swiftly pulled the Speedos up him to where they needed to be. Steven wasn’t unnecessarily cruel about it; he simply did it without comment as fast as he could in order to get to the main event he had planned. However, he gently slapped Billy’s butt a couple of times and laughed when he was finished.
“Okay, let’s wrap this up!” Steven told Ned and Mike as he handed them each a roll of duct tape, grabbed Billy’s legs, and held his lower legs vertically in the crook of one arm while proceeding to wrap coil after coil of duct tape around Billy’s ankles with the other.
“Hey! What are you doing?!” Billy yelped frantically.
“Hush up!” Ned replied with mock menace as he grabbed a rolled-up (and, mercifully, clean) pair of ankle socks Billy had planned to wear after his shower and jammed them into Billy’s mouth. Before Billy could try spitting the wadded up mass of fabric out of his mouth, Ned followed up by wrapping the entire lower half of Billy’s face in duct tape – carefully leaving his nostrils free to free but covering up virtually everything else from his Adam’s-apple to his eyes. He made no effort to spare Billy’s rather short hair from this tape imprisonment either. Then, as if deciding that a simple gag was insufficient, he began taping up the rest of Billy’s head as well – leaving only his eyes and nostrils clear of the tape.
Billy suddenly decided that he was in a dire situation and began struggling harder than ever, but it was far too late for any such attempt to have a hope in Hell of succeeding now. To reduce Billy’s desire or ability to resist, Michael simply put Billy’s arms into a grip that made Billy feel as if his arms were going to be torn out of their sockets. Fearing he would get two dislocated shoulders if he continued to struggle, Billy went completely limp and let his three captors do what they wished to him. After all, Steven and the others were his friends, not enemies. Surely they’d just have a little fun with him, haze him for a while, and then let him go!
So, with Billy no longer actively resisting them, Steven and the others quickly and efficiently mummified their victim in duct tape literally from head to toe. Steven began at the ankles and worked his way up to Billy’s knees. Ned, after covering the rest of Billy’s head with duct tape except for his nose and eyes, moved on (with Mike’s help) to tape Billy’s forearms together behind his back, leaving each hand palm downward beneath the opposite arm’s elbow. He also taped over Billy’s hands and fingers like they were tight mittens. He then proceeded to wind the tape around Billy’s upper arms as well – securing them immovably against his sides.
Once both these procedures had made enough progress to keep Billy relatively immobile without need of being held down, Mike took his own roll of tape and began wrapping it around Billy’s waist and proceeded downward. He spiraled coil after coil down Billy’s thighs and met Steven going the other way just above Billy’s knees. At this point he cut off the end of his own tape and returned to Billy’s waist with the new end. He then began winding tape upward toward Billy’s arms, which Ned was covering with a second and even a third layer of tape. In the meantime, Steven reached the point where Mike had left off and wrapped more coils of tape over Billy’s already-tape-covered thighs in a second layer of his own.
All three boys continued winding tape around Billy’s mummified body until they ran completely out of tape. By this time there was little of Billy that was visible at all besides his eyes, nostrils, and the soles of his feet; and little else that was not trapped within at least two or three layers of tape. Billy was so thickly cocooned with stiff, almost totally unyielding duct tape that he could hardly move or bend at all.
Once they were finished, the three boys rolled Billy onto his back and stood up to look down at their handiwork. Billy, unable to do more than wriggle about like a semi-paralytic caterpillar, looked back up at them with as much calm as he could manage under the circumstances. He felt little fear… at first. But though Ned and Mike looked at him with little more than sardonic amusement, the crafty leer on Steven’s face was starting to make Billy break out in a cold sweat!
He even began to tremble and feel some nervousness then; but his being so well-taped kept these hidden from his three amused captors.
“Looks sort of like The Mummy, doesn’t he?” Ned commented dryly.
“Except nowhere near as scary-looking,” replied Michael. “More like funny-looking!”
Bill tried to glare at them but it didn’t come off too well while he was duct-taped into immobility and his expression was completely hidden.
“Thanks for the help, guys!” Steven said to Ned and Michael as he handed each a $10 bill and walked them out of the room to the front door.
“What are you planning to do with him?” Ned asked a possibly too loud voice; trying not to sound like he’d been coached beforehand to ask this question at this time.
“I’m going to torture the s**t out of him all weekend,” Steven replied with a sinister-sounding laugh as the three boys walked to the front door.
A muffled but distinctly panic-filled squeal could be heard from behind them; followed by the unmistakable sounds of a duct-taped boy thrashing about on the floor while frantically trying – but miserably failing – to free himself.
“Make sure you remember to send us plenty of pictures through your web-cam,” Michael reminded Steven in a much lower voice to prevent Billy from overhearing him. “I want to see everything you do to him!”
“No worries,” Steven replied casually; “It’s recorded everything we did since you jumped him, and it’s recording his struggles even as we speak!”
The three boys exchanged high fives by the front door as Ned and Michael made their goodbyes.
Once they had left, Steven causally locked the front door and slowly walked back to the guest room. “To the victor go the spoils!” he thought to himself happily.
Returning to the guest room where Billy still flopped about on the floor like a freshly-landed fish, Steven smiled as he stood directly over his captive friend. “I’m going to take my own shower now,” he told a hapless Billy. “Make yourself comfortable! Back in a few!”
Billy’s reply didn’t sound very grateful as Steven closed and locked the door behind him.
Steven could still occasionally hear Billy’s movements as he took a leisurely shower – which he badly needed after the exertions of playing basketball with Billy and then helping to mummify him. He took longer than necessary; not only did the shower feel good, but he wanted to let Billy stew in his own juices a while as he contemplated his fate. Finally though, his own eagerness to proceed with the torture games he had planned overcame him. He hastily finished his shower, toweled himself off, put on a clean set of undershorts and rather brief gym shorts, and – wearing nothing else – returned to Billy’s room.
As expected, Billy had succeeded only in further tiring himself out trying to free himself while Steven took his shower. Now the real fun would begin!
*****
Steven stood directly over his taped-wrapped prisoner and smiled down at him.
“Hope you’re comfy down there,” Steven said with an evil grin.
Billy decided not to dignify this with an answer; especially as he still had a pair of socks jammed into his taped over mouth and couldn’t have said anything coherent anyway. He simply looked upward and glared at Steven as fiercely as he could manage under the circumstances.
“You know, you’d make a great doormat,” Steve told Billy as he suddenly began to wipe the bottom of his still wet feet against Billy’s taped-up chest.
Billy squealed angrily and began to writhe and thrash about. All he accomplished was to tire himself out even more and make Steven laugh.
“You like that?” Steven asked with a grin. “Here, have some more!” And with that, he planted the sole of a bare foot right up upon Billy’s face; completely covered his nose.
Billy squealed even more loudly than ever, and tried to turn his head away. There was so much duct tape wrapped around his head and shoulders however that turning his head was almost impossible without turning his entire body as well. However, he did his best to turn himself away from his tormentor’s foot.
Giggling, Steven simply planted his other foot on top of Billy’s face, causing him to turn to face the other way – whereupon he got the original foot in his face again. Billy growled angrily but ineffectively as he vainly sought to roll himself out of Steven’s reach.
Steven desisted for a moment, picked up a small wooden chair, and planted it directly over Steven’s tape wrapped body so that two wooden legs were on each side of him and the front facing his head. Steven then sat in the chair, placed one foot on Billy’s chest, and – carefully – planted his other foot so that Billy’s nose would be trapped in between his big toe and the second toe. Steven gently ground his foot down to make Billy smell his foot between his toes.
Billy growled in sheer frustration but was unable to turn his head away enough to get Steven’s foot off his face. Finally he just gave up and let Steven have his fun in hopes that his captor would soon tire of his fun and let him go.
Steven apparently did tire of it because he stopped after only a few minutes and stood up. But rather than let Billy go, he bent down, picked up one of his old, very smelly sneakers, and approached Billy with an evil grin on his face. Billy looked back at his friend with wide, staring eyes and tried to shake his head back and forth. But Steven was relentless as he grabbed a new roll of tape, squatted beside his captive, and taped the mouth of the sneaker directly over Billy’s face. Once he was finished, Billy was still able to breathe okay, but every breath he took was redolent with the smell of Steven’s sweaty foot odor and other smells that had been built up into it from the first day Steven had worn it up until then.
While Billy was still trying to adapt to this new misery, Steven squatted down by Billy’s helpless feet and began to tickle the undersides of them. Billy was unable to laugh out loud while gagged so thoroughly, but his sudden high-pitched squealing and frantic thrashing about showed how ticklish he was. Smiling, Billy continued to tickle the undersides of Billy’s feet without mercy for a full ten minutes.
When it seemed like Billy was on the verge of hysteria, Steven relented for a moment. He stood up, took a pair of Billy’s socks, sprinkled what seemed to be foot powder into them, and then placed the socks onto Billy’s feet!
Within seconds, Billy’s feet developed an intense itching sensation all over them… and it got worse by the second!
Billy squealed incoherently for mercy, but Steven simply watched him with amusement. “You’re lucky you’re all taped up, or I’d sprinkle that itching powder all over the rest of you, too,” Steven told him with a grin as Billy continued writhing helplessly. “Well, you have some fun with that, while I get us something to eat!”
Steven stepped away from his writhing captive, put on a fresh (and un-dosed of course) set of socks of his own, slipped a T-shirt over his slender torso, and causally walked out of the room – closing and locking the door behind him as he did so.
Billy continued to squeal as he frantically but futilely tried to relieve the itching in his feet. Unfortunately, attempts to rub his feet along the floor merely ground the itching powder deeper into his skin and the crevices between his toes and under his nails – steadily making the itching ever more maddeningly intense and widespread.
Little did Billy know that Steven’s plans for him had just barely begun.
*****
Inordinately pleased with himself, Steven walked away from the guest room to leave his prisoner to suffer all by himself for a while as he went into his own room. He grabbed his cell phone and ordered a pizza and two sodas to be delivered.
Steven went to the bathroom to comb his rather long, auburn-brown hair (worn in a pageboy cut made popular in the 60’s and 70’s but relatively rare these days). He was rather proud of his hair; though people said Billy’s short, blond flat-top hair style was even nicer. Steven was jealous of that, as well as Billy’s brightly blue eyes. Well, there was nothing Steven could do about his own hazel eyes, but before he was done Billy’s hair was going to undergo some serious re-styling!!!
Once he finished primping himself, Steven put on a sleeveless blue T-shirt and then calmly watched TV in the living room while he waited for the pizza to be delivered.
Time passed quickly for Steven as he waited for the pizza. Not so for Billy as he continued to writhe upon the floor in vain attempts to loosen his bonds and relieve his damnable itching. The cold hardwood floor was now getting quite uncomfortable to lie upon as well, but there was nothing Billy could do about *that* either. Finally, tired and miserable, he merely lay there in silent misery as he waited for Steven to return and – hopefully – get tired of his prank.
Billy had never imagined himself in such a situation as this before, and he had no idea how to react. Oh, he and Steven had played practical jokes on each other before lots of times. Just the other day he’d shoved the shorter (5’ 6” or 165 cm) and lighter (150 pounds or 68 kg) Steven into his own gym locker after gym class, locked him inside, and let him stay in there all through lunch period – letting him out however before he’d missed any classes. Afterward, he’d told Steven how he had a lovely, quiet lunch with Linda without any distractions – something that had (unknown to Billy) made Steven seethe with even more anger than the prank itself had done.
Billy had known to eventually expect some sort of revenge prank on Steven’s part; perhaps flushing the toilet while he took a shower, or something along those lines. But he certainly had never expected Steven to do something like *this* to him! How long did Steven plan to leave him cocooned up like this, anyway?
As he lay there on the floor, seemingly out of sight and earshot of anyone else in the world, Billy began to ponder his situation. He’d never felt (or imagined to feel) as utterly helpless as he did now. Being helpless, and at the complete mercy of someone else – even if, usually, his best friend – was a totally new sensation to him. It had been completely frightening at first once he realized how thoroughly trapped he was; and frankly it was still more frightening now that the initial shock had worn off. But at the same time Billy found himself experiencing a faint glimmer of a new sensation he’d never expected to feel under such circumstances: excitement.
In fact, a new tightness in his tightly bound groin area was making it felt for the first time; almost making Billy forget about the intense itching of his feet. Almost!
“No! NO! This is totally nuts!” Billy thought to himself as he renewed his feeble, tape-hindered writhing on the floor. “No one in his right mind enjoys something like this!”
And yet the fear wasn’t quite as great as it once was as he waited for Steven to come back in and take notice of him again. “It’s just because it was Steven who did it, and I know he won’t *really* hurt me!” Billy thought hopefully to himself. In any case, he was still righteously annoyed with Steven; especially for sprinkling what now felt like must have been a ton of itching powder into his socks!!!
Billy vaguely heard the door-bell ring (the tape wound over his hears interfered with his hearing somewhat but not completely), and vaguely hoped it meant rescue – or at least relief - was at hand. He was slightly disappointed when he heard the caller announce the delivery of a pizza, the exchange of money for money, and the immediate sounds of the delivery man’s departure. But perhaps now that food was at hand Steven would call an end to this prank and let him go free.
A minute later, Steven unlocked the door, turned the light on in the now darkened room (it now being evening) and walked in carrying a small, metal, folding table in his arms. He unfolded it and placed it on the floor so that the legs were directly beside Billy’s head and the table itself directly over his head, so that he looked straight up at its underside. Billy then watched with soundless dismay as Steven stepped out, came back in with a pizza and two sodas, set them onto the tray, placed the chair back over Billy’s belly, and sat down in it.
Billy was just about to protest when the soles of both of Steven’s bare feet suddenly dominated his vision and planted themselves gently but firmly upon Billy’s upturned face. He could now see nothing else. Even worse, he could now *smell* nothing else either but the smell of Steven’s (thankfully freshly washed) feet!
Billy started to writhe and squeal in protest, but Steven cut him off before he got well started. “If you want to have any of this pizza tonight, you’d better just shut up and lay there quietly!” Steven told him with a tone of voice that made it clear that he was not kidding. “Make any more noise or wiggle around, and not only do you get nothing tonight, but you can just lay there on the floor all night tonight instead of spending tonight in a bed as well!”
Billy immediately went as quiet as if he’d been turned to stone.
With a satisfied grin Billy could not see, Steven grabbed the TV remote, turned on the small TV on the dresser that he was conveniently facing, and watched an episode of his favorite TV program while he opened the box, pulled out a slice of pizza, and take a huge bite out of it. It was the best tasting pizza he’d ever had, because it was spiced with revenge!
Billy lay there quietly, in hopes Steven would free him before the pizza was all gone and they could finally have a fun evening together.
Little did Billy know that Steven’s revenge had barely even begun!
Part 1
Billy McAllister was one of the most popular boys in eighth grade. He was tall for a 13-year-old (5’ 10” or about 175 cm), athletic and muscular (165 pounds or 75 kg), and skilled in wrestling, swimming, football, basketball, and soccer. He was also drop-dead gorgeous in a movie-star way that had most of the girls (and not a few of the other boys) gazing at him with admiration. His parents were wealthy and gave him a generous allowance. Best of all, he was not vain about his good qualities; he had a ready smile and was friendly with everyone who was friendly to him.
If he had any faults, it was that he was totally oblivious to how jealous of him some of the boys were of him; especially his own best friend Steven.
Steven was himself a tall, well-built, handsome boy, and were Billy not around it would probably be he who would have been considered the most admirable boy at Reed Middle School. But Billy *was* around, and unwittingly he left Steven in the shade when it came to getting the coy looks and wistful sighs from the girls. At that, Steve could have lived with this, for he was normally not the envious type and was fully aware (perhaps too aware) of his own good qualities.
But there was a girl in class named Linda whom Steven adored, and wanted to get close to. But Linda scarcely knew Steven even existed, because her attention was centered entirely on Billy. Even when Steve and Billy were together, she would walk up and talk with Billy quite suddenly (sometimes interrupting Steven if he were talking) and monopolize his attention as if Steven were not even there. It’s not like she disliked Steven; she just simply didn’t see or hear him at all if Billy were around. And sometimes Billy would talk back with her as if he’d forgotten all about Steven being there; not even noticing if Steven walked on in a huff. If Steven tried to talk to Linda when Billy was not around, she’d say “Hi!” casually (and even friendly) enough but would then just move on before he could began an actual conversation with her.
Being only human, Steven began to get insanely jealous of Billy. One day, after Billy spent the entire lunch period talking with Linda and not saying one word to Steven (and barely even glancing at him ), he decided that he’d have to do something about it.
One day Steven’s parents told him that they were going to spend Halloween weekend with a relative who lived a couple of hundred miles away, and offered him the option of coming with them or having the house to himself for the weekend. Naturally, like any normal teenager, Steven decided he would like to stay home. His parents agreed to this, as Steven was (normally) a well-behaved and responsible boy for his age.
Even then, Steven’s scheme did not occur to him until his parents also offered to let Steven invite a friend over for the weekend to keep him company.
At that moment, Steven’s plan to teach Billy a lesson was born!
Steven invited Billy to spend the weekend at his house. As the two were good friends, Billy readily agreed. The parents of both were informed of these plans and approved, and Steven’s secret plan was further developed until it was fool proof!
That Friday after school Billy walked with Steven to his friend’s house. The two immediately changed into their gym clothes to play a game of Hoops out in Steven’s backyard. It was a very vigorous game (which Billy easily won, much to Steven’s secret disgust), and afterward the two boys needed a shower. As guest, Billy got to take his first.
He had just finished his shower, wrapped a bath towel around himself, and was walking into the guest bedroom set aside for him when he was tackled from behind by two unseen assailants. Unexpected as this development was, Billy might have been able to ward off his attackers were he not engaged in toweling his hair dry at the time with a second bath towel.
Billy struggled and managed to get a good look at his adversaries. These turned to be Ned Travers and Michael Bates; classmates and mutual acquaintances of his and Steven’s. Both were heavily built for eight graders, and were among the strongest boys in Middle School. They had an inordinate love for football, and had tackled him as if he were carrying a football straight to their goal line.
“Hey! What’s up?!” Billy demanded with understandable outrage but little fear. Although these two boys weren’t the brightest stars in the sky, they were friends if his (though they were closer friends with Steven) and quite unlikely to mean him any serious harm. Therefore he didn’t put up much of a struggle once they got him down on his belly and pinned down his arms and legs. Besides which, he was wearing only a bath towel; not exactly the best apparel for putting up a determined struggle in.
“They’re just here to help me make you comfortable for your stay,” Steven replied as he walked into the room behind them and closed the door. He had three large rolls of Duct tape in one hands, a clean set of Speedos in the other, and an evil grin on his face that Billy had never seen directed at him before.
Billy was rather quick on the uptake and began to renew his struggles.
Steven bent casually down and, before Billy knew what was happening, unknotted the bath towel around the captive boy’s waist and yanked it away!
Chagrined, Billy stopped struggling for fear of exposing himself.
“That’s better,” Steven said with an even wider grin as he held out the set of Speedos he had brought. “Now, I don’t really want to humiliate you *too* much, so I’ll just give this to you, and you can slide it on right where you are, okay?”
Billy settled for nodding his head in affirmation; not trusting himself to say anything out loud that might tempt Steven to make his situation even worse than he’d already planned it.
Steven hunkered down by Billy’s bare feet and calmly threaded them through the Speedos while the other two boys continued to keep Billy pinned down. Billy cooperated to the extent of lifting up his legs as far as modesty allowed while Steven swiftly pulled the Speedos up him to where they needed to be. Steven wasn’t unnecessarily cruel about it; he simply did it without comment as fast as he could in order to get to the main event he had planned. However, he gently slapped Billy’s butt a couple of times and laughed when he was finished.
“Okay, let’s wrap this up!” Steven told Ned and Mike as he handed them each a roll of duct tape, grabbed Billy’s legs, and held his lower legs vertically in the crook of one arm while proceeding to wrap coil after coil of duct tape around Billy’s ankles with the other.
“Hey! What are you doing?!” Billy yelped frantically.
“Hush up!” Ned replied with mock menace as he grabbed a rolled-up (and, mercifully, clean) pair of ankle socks Billy had planned to wear after his shower and jammed them into Billy’s mouth. Before Billy could try spitting the wadded up mass of fabric out of his mouth, Ned followed up by wrapping the entire lower half of Billy’s face in duct tape – carefully leaving his nostrils free to free but covering up virtually everything else from his Adam’s-apple to his eyes. He made no effort to spare Billy’s rather short hair from this tape imprisonment either. Then, as if deciding that a simple gag was insufficient, he began taping up the rest of Billy’s head as well – leaving only his eyes and nostrils clear of the tape.
Billy suddenly decided that he was in a dire situation and began struggling harder than ever, but it was far too late for any such attempt to have a hope in Hell of succeeding now. To reduce Billy’s desire or ability to resist, Michael simply put Billy’s arms into a grip that made Billy feel as if his arms were going to be torn out of their sockets. Fearing he would get two dislocated shoulders if he continued to struggle, Billy went completely limp and let his three captors do what they wished to him. After all, Steven and the others were his friends, not enemies. Surely they’d just have a little fun with him, haze him for a while, and then let him go!
So, with Billy no longer actively resisting them, Steven and the others quickly and efficiently mummified their victim in duct tape literally from head to toe. Steven began at the ankles and worked his way up to Billy’s knees. Ned, after covering the rest of Billy’s head with duct tape except for his nose and eyes, moved on (with Mike’s help) to tape Billy’s forearms together behind his back, leaving each hand palm downward beneath the opposite arm’s elbow. He also taped over Billy’s hands and fingers like they were tight mittens. He then proceeded to wind the tape around Billy’s upper arms as well – securing them immovably against his sides.
Once both these procedures had made enough progress to keep Billy relatively immobile without need of being held down, Mike took his own roll of tape and began wrapping it around Billy’s waist and proceeded downward. He spiraled coil after coil down Billy’s thighs and met Steven going the other way just above Billy’s knees. At this point he cut off the end of his own tape and returned to Billy’s waist with the new end. He then began winding tape upward toward Billy’s arms, which Ned was covering with a second and even a third layer of tape. In the meantime, Steven reached the point where Mike had left off and wrapped more coils of tape over Billy’s already-tape-covered thighs in a second layer of his own.
All three boys continued winding tape around Billy’s mummified body until they ran completely out of tape. By this time there was little of Billy that was visible at all besides his eyes, nostrils, and the soles of his feet; and little else that was not trapped within at least two or three layers of tape. Billy was so thickly cocooned with stiff, almost totally unyielding duct tape that he could hardly move or bend at all.
Once they were finished, the three boys rolled Billy onto his back and stood up to look down at their handiwork. Billy, unable to do more than wriggle about like a semi-paralytic caterpillar, looked back up at them with as much calm as he could manage under the circumstances. He felt little fear… at first. But though Ned and Mike looked at him with little more than sardonic amusement, the crafty leer on Steven’s face was starting to make Billy break out in a cold sweat!
He even began to tremble and feel some nervousness then; but his being so well-taped kept these hidden from his three amused captors.
“Looks sort of like The Mummy, doesn’t he?” Ned commented dryly.
“Except nowhere near as scary-looking,” replied Michael. “More like funny-looking!”
Bill tried to glare at them but it didn’t come off too well while he was duct-taped into immobility and his expression was completely hidden.
“Thanks for the help, guys!” Steven said to Ned and Michael as he handed each a $10 bill and walked them out of the room to the front door.
“What are you planning to do with him?” Ned asked a possibly too loud voice; trying not to sound like he’d been coached beforehand to ask this question at this time.
“I’m going to torture the s**t out of him all weekend,” Steven replied with a sinister-sounding laugh as the three boys walked to the front door.
A muffled but distinctly panic-filled squeal could be heard from behind them; followed by the unmistakable sounds of a duct-taped boy thrashing about on the floor while frantically trying – but miserably failing – to free himself.
“Make sure you remember to send us plenty of pictures through your web-cam,” Michael reminded Steven in a much lower voice to prevent Billy from overhearing him. “I want to see everything you do to him!”
“No worries,” Steven replied casually; “It’s recorded everything we did since you jumped him, and it’s recording his struggles even as we speak!”
The three boys exchanged high fives by the front door as Ned and Michael made their goodbyes.
Once they had left, Steven causally locked the front door and slowly walked back to the guest room. “To the victor go the spoils!” he thought to himself happily.
Returning to the guest room where Billy still flopped about on the floor like a freshly-landed fish, Steven smiled as he stood directly over his captive friend. “I’m going to take my own shower now,” he told a hapless Billy. “Make yourself comfortable! Back in a few!”
Billy’s reply didn’t sound very grateful as Steven closed and locked the door behind him.
Steven could still occasionally hear Billy’s movements as he took a leisurely shower – which he badly needed after the exertions of playing basketball with Billy and then helping to mummify him. He took longer than necessary; not only did the shower feel good, but he wanted to let Billy stew in his own juices a while as he contemplated his fate. Finally though, his own eagerness to proceed with the torture games he had planned overcame him. He hastily finished his shower, toweled himself off, put on a clean set of undershorts and rather brief gym shorts, and – wearing nothing else – returned to Billy’s room.
As expected, Billy had succeeded only in further tiring himself out trying to free himself while Steven took his shower. Now the real fun would begin!
*****
Steven stood directly over his taped-wrapped prisoner and smiled down at him.
“Hope you’re comfy down there,” Steven said with an evil grin.
Billy decided not to dignify this with an answer; especially as he still had a pair of socks jammed into his taped over mouth and couldn’t have said anything coherent anyway. He simply looked upward and glared at Steven as fiercely as he could manage under the circumstances.
“You know, you’d make a great doormat,” Steve told Billy as he suddenly began to wipe the bottom of his still wet feet against Billy’s taped-up chest.
Billy squealed angrily and began to writhe and thrash about. All he accomplished was to tire himself out even more and make Steven laugh.
“You like that?” Steven asked with a grin. “Here, have some more!” And with that, he planted the sole of a bare foot right up upon Billy’s face; completely covered his nose.
Billy squealed even more loudly than ever, and tried to turn his head away. There was so much duct tape wrapped around his head and shoulders however that turning his head was almost impossible without turning his entire body as well. However, he did his best to turn himself away from his tormentor’s foot.
Giggling, Steven simply planted his other foot on top of Billy’s face, causing him to turn to face the other way – whereupon he got the original foot in his face again. Billy growled angrily but ineffectively as he vainly sought to roll himself out of Steven’s reach.
Steven desisted for a moment, picked up a small wooden chair, and planted it directly over Steven’s tape wrapped body so that two wooden legs were on each side of him and the front facing his head. Steven then sat in the chair, placed one foot on Billy’s chest, and – carefully – planted his other foot so that Billy’s nose would be trapped in between his big toe and the second toe. Steven gently ground his foot down to make Billy smell his foot between his toes.
Billy growled in sheer frustration but was unable to turn his head away enough to get Steven’s foot off his face. Finally he just gave up and let Steven have his fun in hopes that his captor would soon tire of his fun and let him go.
Steven apparently did tire of it because he stopped after only a few minutes and stood up. But rather than let Billy go, he bent down, picked up one of his old, very smelly sneakers, and approached Billy with an evil grin on his face. Billy looked back at his friend with wide, staring eyes and tried to shake his head back and forth. But Steven was relentless as he grabbed a new roll of tape, squatted beside his captive, and taped the mouth of the sneaker directly over Billy’s face. Once he was finished, Billy was still able to breathe okay, but every breath he took was redolent with the smell of Steven’s sweaty foot odor and other smells that had been built up into it from the first day Steven had worn it up until then.
While Billy was still trying to adapt to this new misery, Steven squatted down by Billy’s helpless feet and began to tickle the undersides of them. Billy was unable to laugh out loud while gagged so thoroughly, but his sudden high-pitched squealing and frantic thrashing about showed how ticklish he was. Smiling, Billy continued to tickle the undersides of Billy’s feet without mercy for a full ten minutes.
When it seemed like Billy was on the verge of hysteria, Steven relented for a moment. He stood up, took a pair of Billy’s socks, sprinkled what seemed to be foot powder into them, and then placed the socks onto Billy’s feet!
Within seconds, Billy’s feet developed an intense itching sensation all over them… and it got worse by the second!
Billy squealed incoherently for mercy, but Steven simply watched him with amusement. “You’re lucky you’re all taped up, or I’d sprinkle that itching powder all over the rest of you, too,” Steven told him with a grin as Billy continued writhing helplessly. “Well, you have some fun with that, while I get us something to eat!”
Steven stepped away from his writhing captive, put on a fresh (and un-dosed of course) set of socks of his own, slipped a T-shirt over his slender torso, and causally walked out of the room – closing and locking the door behind him as he did so.
Billy continued to squeal as he frantically but futilely tried to relieve the itching in his feet. Unfortunately, attempts to rub his feet along the floor merely ground the itching powder deeper into his skin and the crevices between his toes and under his nails – steadily making the itching ever more maddeningly intense and widespread.
Little did Billy know that Steven’s plans for him had just barely begun.
*****
Inordinately pleased with himself, Steven walked away from the guest room to leave his prisoner to suffer all by himself for a while as he went into his own room. He grabbed his cell phone and ordered a pizza and two sodas to be delivered.
Steven went to the bathroom to comb his rather long, auburn-brown hair (worn in a pageboy cut made popular in the 60’s and 70’s but relatively rare these days). He was rather proud of his hair; though people said Billy’s short, blond flat-top hair style was even nicer. Steven was jealous of that, as well as Billy’s brightly blue eyes. Well, there was nothing Steven could do about his own hazel eyes, but before he was done Billy’s hair was going to undergo some serious re-styling!!!
Once he finished primping himself, Steven put on a sleeveless blue T-shirt and then calmly watched TV in the living room while he waited for the pizza to be delivered.
Time passed quickly for Steven as he waited for the pizza. Not so for Billy as he continued to writhe upon the floor in vain attempts to loosen his bonds and relieve his damnable itching. The cold hardwood floor was now getting quite uncomfortable to lie upon as well, but there was nothing Billy could do about *that* either. Finally, tired and miserable, he merely lay there in silent misery as he waited for Steven to return and – hopefully – get tired of his prank.
Billy had never imagined himself in such a situation as this before, and he had no idea how to react. Oh, he and Steven had played practical jokes on each other before lots of times. Just the other day he’d shoved the shorter (5’ 6” or 165 cm) and lighter (150 pounds or 68 kg) Steven into his own gym locker after gym class, locked him inside, and let him stay in there all through lunch period – letting him out however before he’d missed any classes. Afterward, he’d told Steven how he had a lovely, quiet lunch with Linda without any distractions – something that had (unknown to Billy) made Steven seethe with even more anger than the prank itself had done.
Billy had known to eventually expect some sort of revenge prank on Steven’s part; perhaps flushing the toilet while he took a shower, or something along those lines. But he certainly had never expected Steven to do something like *this* to him! How long did Steven plan to leave him cocooned up like this, anyway?
As he lay there on the floor, seemingly out of sight and earshot of anyone else in the world, Billy began to ponder his situation. He’d never felt (or imagined to feel) as utterly helpless as he did now. Being helpless, and at the complete mercy of someone else – even if, usually, his best friend – was a totally new sensation to him. It had been completely frightening at first once he realized how thoroughly trapped he was; and frankly it was still more frightening now that the initial shock had worn off. But at the same time Billy found himself experiencing a faint glimmer of a new sensation he’d never expected to feel under such circumstances: excitement.
In fact, a new tightness in his tightly bound groin area was making it felt for the first time; almost making Billy forget about the intense itching of his feet. Almost!
“No! NO! This is totally nuts!” Billy thought to himself as he renewed his feeble, tape-hindered writhing on the floor. “No one in his right mind enjoys something like this!”
And yet the fear wasn’t quite as great as it once was as he waited for Steven to come back in and take notice of him again. “It’s just because it was Steven who did it, and I know he won’t *really* hurt me!” Billy thought hopefully to himself. In any case, he was still righteously annoyed with Steven; especially for sprinkling what now felt like must have been a ton of itching powder into his socks!!!
Billy vaguely heard the door-bell ring (the tape wound over his hears interfered with his hearing somewhat but not completely), and vaguely hoped it meant rescue – or at least relief - was at hand. He was slightly disappointed when he heard the caller announce the delivery of a pizza, the exchange of money for money, and the immediate sounds of the delivery man’s departure. But perhaps now that food was at hand Steven would call an end to this prank and let him go free.
A minute later, Steven unlocked the door, turned the light on in the now darkened room (it now being evening) and walked in carrying a small, metal, folding table in his arms. He unfolded it and placed it on the floor so that the legs were directly beside Billy’s head and the table itself directly over his head, so that he looked straight up at its underside. Billy then watched with soundless dismay as Steven stepped out, came back in with a pizza and two sodas, set them onto the tray, placed the chair back over Billy’s belly, and sat down in it.
Billy was just about to protest when the soles of both of Steven’s bare feet suddenly dominated his vision and planted themselves gently but firmly upon Billy’s upturned face. He could now see nothing else. Even worse, he could now *smell* nothing else either but the smell of Steven’s (thankfully freshly washed) feet!
Billy started to writhe and squeal in protest, but Steven cut him off before he got well started. “If you want to have any of this pizza tonight, you’d better just shut up and lay there quietly!” Steven told him with a tone of voice that made it clear that he was not kidding. “Make any more noise or wiggle around, and not only do you get nothing tonight, but you can just lay there on the floor all night tonight instead of spending tonight in a bed as well!”
Billy immediately went as quiet as if he’d been turned to stone.
With a satisfied grin Billy could not see, Steven grabbed the TV remote, turned on the small TV on the dresser that he was conveniently facing, and watched an episode of his favorite TV program while he opened the box, pulled out a slice of pizza, and take a huge bite out of it. It was the best tasting pizza he’d ever had, because it was spiced with revenge!
Billy lay there quietly, in hopes Steven would free him before the pizza was all gone and they could finally have a fun evening together.
Little did Billy know that Steven’s revenge had barely even begun!