SCREAM CHALLENGE M/M
Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2020 2:20 am
Friends since highschool Rocky Martinez and Blake Grabowski found themselves roommates after they found work in their desired careers. Funny enough, they even found themselves working in the same field, education. Rocky a gym teacher, and Blake a guidance counselor at the same local highschool. Rocky once a football star found himself in a new career after an injury during college sidelined him for good. Rocky however was still a wall of muscle, tall, dark haired, with handsome features. He sat on the sofa of the bachelor home in his red college team t-shirt and blue jeans. Using his feet to slip off his tightly laced running sneakers he propped his white socked feet on the coffee table which made Blake raise an eyebrow.
Blake was nothing to sneeze at himself: a broad shouldered stud with sandy blonde spiked hair, with a touch of stubble popping through on his defined jawline. He sat next to Rocky in his white dress shirt, belted navy dress slacks, and a pair of well worn brown dress shoes. His tie undone as he was home and relaxing.
Rocky and Blake were marathoning old Wes Craven horror movies on the Sci Fi Channel. They had just wrapped up A Nightmare on Elm Street and the Scream franchise was starting up.
Blake got up from the sofa and went to fetch more popcorn that sat in the pot on the kitchenette island only steps away from the sofa.
“You’re gonna miss the best part!” Rocky said as he stretched his body out on the sofa, spreading out his legs and letting his socked feet lay over the armrest of Blake’s sofa.
Blake returned as Drew Berrymore was being harassed with prank calls.
“Did I miss anything?” He said setting the popcorn on the coffee table.
“Nah she’s still making small talk with our killer.” Rocky said cracking his toes.
“What did I tell you about putting your funky ass feet on my sofa man. And would you sit normal so I can sit?!” Blake rattled annoyed by Rocky's smelly socks on his sofa.
“Move your feet, lose your seat! Thems the rules. And they don’t smell that bad!” Rocky said lifting one foot to his face and smelling it. Regretting it as even he was taken aback by his own food odor. They did smell pretty bad, summer laps around the school had taken their toll on top of that he was spending all day on his feet. The fact he hadn’t changed his gray toed ankle socks probably didn’t help either.
“You’re disgusting, and those things are skunks. They look clean and harmless, but cast a deadly odor if ya get too close. Now move!” Blake finished grabbing grip on Rocky's legs. Rocky playfully pushed him away digging his sock foot into his abdomen.
“Just sit over there, I’m comfy now! I ran laps with the little bastards today and I need this more than you do!” Rocky locked himself on the sofa.
“Fine! Now that I missed half of the movie, hand me the remote so I can rewind... Why is this guy tied up on her patio?” Blake asked, trying to refresh it.
“The guy is her boyfriend, he’s a football player at the same highschool as her even though they both are in their thirties. And he's probably in some of the lowest stakes bondage you could imagine.” Rocky joked.
“It looks pretty effective to me.” Blake said pausing on Steven’s peril in the film.
“It’s duct tape, watch one episode of MythBusters and see how easy tape is to bust out of. Just wait, one of the biggest tropes about these movies is the low stakes peril people could easily escape from.” Rocky said.
This gave Blake an idea but he couldn’t act on it just yet. He’d wait for the next opportunity to bring it up. Knowing his friend as well as he did he knew he wouldn’t let a joke go until he’d beaten it into the ground.
The movie was almost finished and Blake wasn’t sure he’d get another opportunity to bring up his special plan, and then it happened. The killers dragged out an older guy bound with duct tape and threw him on the floor. The camera panned in on him and Rocky shouted out “You love it!” He chuckled.
“What did I tell ya low stakes S&M! Anyone could get out of that.” Rocky barked!
“You sure about that?” Blake chimes in.
“What do ya mean?” Rocky asked puzzled as Blake paused the TV which landed on the bound man struggling on the floor.
“If I taped you up like that do you think you could get out of it easily?” Blake said in a jovial tone.
“Is that a challenge Blakey boy?” Rocky said sitting up on the sofa.
“You bet I just got these dining room chairs over there and they look just like the one from the beginning. Let’s see how good you really are at escaping Rocks for brains.” Blake shot back.
“Oh whatever man you are gonna eat your words watch. Here I’ll even get into character!” Rocky said putting his shoes back on and lacing them up.
“What are you doing?” Blake asked, genuinely confused.
“I’m gonna be your football star being held prisoner.” Rocky said as he got up and fetched his old letterman jacket he had hanging up in the closet. “Still fits!” Rocky said confidently.
“And it still smells like you haven’t washed it since 2009.” Blake shot back.
“I’ll have you know I won every game I ever wore this jacket too. It’s magic, and in it I’ll win this too.” He said as he pulled up the dining room chair and sat in it. Even going so far as to put his hands on the armrests and his feet together like he was giving Blake a visual aid on how to bind him.
“Okay. I’ll fetch the duct tape then.” Blake walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed a couple rolls of duct tape from the junk drawer.
“Now if memory serves they bound his hands to the arm rests.” Blake said as he wrapped tape from Rocky's wrist to his elbow. And did the same to the other side.
“And wrap my torso too! Don't wanna make it too easy.” Rocky chimed in.
“You got it!” Blake said tightly wrapping duct tape around his torso binding it back to the chair. Rocky was so pumped up about winning he didn’t even notice how tightly Blake was restricting him.
“They tied him off at his legs, knees and ankles so let’s finish you up!” Blake said as he wrapped more tape around his knees.
Blake finished taping up Rocky's ankles and stood up to look over his work. “It looks pretty accurate to me.” Blake said inspecting his work.
“Yeah you just need to wrap my mouth with tape and it’ll be complete!” Rocky said squirming in the chair.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Blake said, tearing off a long strip of tape.
Blake walked around the chair impressed by his work. “I would say you are pretty secure. Think you can get out of it?”
“No sweat..” Rocky tugged a bit and noticed there was little to no give to the tape.
“I may have gotten carried away with the assignment, but I’m sure you’ll have no problem.” Blake said sarcastically.
“Gag time! Now you gotta wrap my mouth like his. You could see his cheeks pucker from how tight it was.” Rocky said, pursing his lips tightly shut.
“Now, now we’ve gotten this far let’s get creative.” He said grabbing a bandanna from one of the drawers in his living room. “The way you talk you’ll have that tape covered in slobber in no time. Let’s give you more of a challenge. We couldn’t see but I’m sure they probably stuffed his mouth before taping it shut, he could barely talk.” Blake explained.
“It was also a movie..” Rocky tried to jab in.
“So now you suspend your disbelief. Open up Brett Farve cause this is goin in!” Blake ordered.
Rocky sighed and opened his mouth, Blake wasted no time stuffing the black bandanna into Rocky's mouth. Rocky closed his mouth around the dry wad of fabric and Blake took to taping his face up. He wound the tape so tightly his cheeks were puckering up just like Steve’s in the film.
Blake took a step back and admired his handy work. “Okay I think I’ll start Scream 2. You got thirty minutes to get yourself loose pal!” Blake said with a big grin.
He looked over at Rocky and couldn’t help but laugh at his plight. Seated in that dining room chair all taped up like he had just been in a home invasion. And best of all gagged! Now he could actually enjoy a movie and not have to hear Rocky’s bad Mystery Science Theater commentary.
“Mmmmmmph!” Rocky moaned from under his tightly wound gag.
“Thirty minutes works? Great! See ya then.” Blake laid out on the sofa propping his dress shoes up over the side of the sofa. He could hear the chair squeaking against the hardwood floors and the occasional grunt of frustration behind him. Blake didn’t care; he just grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.
Rocky grunted and moaned into his gag. The bandanna made it impossible to work his gag. And Blake wrapped his torso so tight he couldn’t reach the restraints on his wrists. He was effective stuck and silenced.
The most he could do was an inaudible “Mmmmmm!” into his tight silver gag. He rocked back and forth in the dining room chair and was unsuccessful in making any tears to the tape. Even the fast sudden jerks MythBusters taught him made no real impact on his bonds.
“Gggrmmmmph!” Rocky grunted hard as he jerked his body stiff and fell back into his bonds that hadn't budged a bit.
His eyes fixed themselves onto the roll of duct tape on the floor next to his bound sneakers. The inside of the roll read “Industrial Grade”! No wonder he hadn’t made any progress, he was bound to a chair with industry grade sticky fabric! He wasn’t tearing it, he had to be cut out of it.
The minutes flew by and before he knew it he was pumped over in his seat. He was trapped. Blake looked at his phone and noticed it was forty minutes past. Looking back at his poor friend sweaty and slumped over in defeat in the dining room chair.
“Ready to be let out pal?” Blake asked, feeling pretty cocky over his victory.
He walked over to the knife drawer and pulled out a long butcher’s knife. “Time to gut you like a fish!” Blake said doing a horrible job disguising his voice.
Rocky perked up a little alarmed as his friend approached him with the knife.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Blake was nothing to sneeze at himself: a broad shouldered stud with sandy blonde spiked hair, with a touch of stubble popping through on his defined jawline. He sat next to Rocky in his white dress shirt, belted navy dress slacks, and a pair of well worn brown dress shoes. His tie undone as he was home and relaxing.
Rocky and Blake were marathoning old Wes Craven horror movies on the Sci Fi Channel. They had just wrapped up A Nightmare on Elm Street and the Scream franchise was starting up.
Blake got up from the sofa and went to fetch more popcorn that sat in the pot on the kitchenette island only steps away from the sofa.
“You’re gonna miss the best part!” Rocky said as he stretched his body out on the sofa, spreading out his legs and letting his socked feet lay over the armrest of Blake’s sofa.
Blake returned as Drew Berrymore was being harassed with prank calls.
“Did I miss anything?” He said setting the popcorn on the coffee table.
“Nah she’s still making small talk with our killer.” Rocky said cracking his toes.
“What did I tell you about putting your funky ass feet on my sofa man. And would you sit normal so I can sit?!” Blake rattled annoyed by Rocky's smelly socks on his sofa.
“Move your feet, lose your seat! Thems the rules. And they don’t smell that bad!” Rocky said lifting one foot to his face and smelling it. Regretting it as even he was taken aback by his own food odor. They did smell pretty bad, summer laps around the school had taken their toll on top of that he was spending all day on his feet. The fact he hadn’t changed his gray toed ankle socks probably didn’t help either.
“You’re disgusting, and those things are skunks. They look clean and harmless, but cast a deadly odor if ya get too close. Now move!” Blake finished grabbing grip on Rocky's legs. Rocky playfully pushed him away digging his sock foot into his abdomen.
“Just sit over there, I’m comfy now! I ran laps with the little bastards today and I need this more than you do!” Rocky locked himself on the sofa.
“Fine! Now that I missed half of the movie, hand me the remote so I can rewind... Why is this guy tied up on her patio?” Blake asked, trying to refresh it.
“The guy is her boyfriend, he’s a football player at the same highschool as her even though they both are in their thirties. And he's probably in some of the lowest stakes bondage you could imagine.” Rocky joked.
“It looks pretty effective to me.” Blake said pausing on Steven’s peril in the film.
“It’s duct tape, watch one episode of MythBusters and see how easy tape is to bust out of. Just wait, one of the biggest tropes about these movies is the low stakes peril people could easily escape from.” Rocky said.
This gave Blake an idea but he couldn’t act on it just yet. He’d wait for the next opportunity to bring it up. Knowing his friend as well as he did he knew he wouldn’t let a joke go until he’d beaten it into the ground.
The movie was almost finished and Blake wasn’t sure he’d get another opportunity to bring up his special plan, and then it happened. The killers dragged out an older guy bound with duct tape and threw him on the floor. The camera panned in on him and Rocky shouted out “You love it!” He chuckled.
“What did I tell ya low stakes S&M! Anyone could get out of that.” Rocky barked!
“You sure about that?” Blake chimes in.
“What do ya mean?” Rocky asked puzzled as Blake paused the TV which landed on the bound man struggling on the floor.
“If I taped you up like that do you think you could get out of it easily?” Blake said in a jovial tone.
“Is that a challenge Blakey boy?” Rocky said sitting up on the sofa.
“You bet I just got these dining room chairs over there and they look just like the one from the beginning. Let’s see how good you really are at escaping Rocks for brains.” Blake shot back.
“Oh whatever man you are gonna eat your words watch. Here I’ll even get into character!” Rocky said putting his shoes back on and lacing them up.
“What are you doing?” Blake asked, genuinely confused.
“I’m gonna be your football star being held prisoner.” Rocky said as he got up and fetched his old letterman jacket he had hanging up in the closet. “Still fits!” Rocky said confidently.
“And it still smells like you haven’t washed it since 2009.” Blake shot back.
“I’ll have you know I won every game I ever wore this jacket too. It’s magic, and in it I’ll win this too.” He said as he pulled up the dining room chair and sat in it. Even going so far as to put his hands on the armrests and his feet together like he was giving Blake a visual aid on how to bind him.
“Okay. I’ll fetch the duct tape then.” Blake walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed a couple rolls of duct tape from the junk drawer.
“Now if memory serves they bound his hands to the arm rests.” Blake said as he wrapped tape from Rocky's wrist to his elbow. And did the same to the other side.
“And wrap my torso too! Don't wanna make it too easy.” Rocky chimed in.
“You got it!” Blake said tightly wrapping duct tape around his torso binding it back to the chair. Rocky was so pumped up about winning he didn’t even notice how tightly Blake was restricting him.
“They tied him off at his legs, knees and ankles so let’s finish you up!” Blake said as he wrapped more tape around his knees.
Blake finished taping up Rocky's ankles and stood up to look over his work. “It looks pretty accurate to me.” Blake said inspecting his work.
“Yeah you just need to wrap my mouth with tape and it’ll be complete!” Rocky said squirming in the chair.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Blake said, tearing off a long strip of tape.
Blake walked around the chair impressed by his work. “I would say you are pretty secure. Think you can get out of it?”
“No sweat..” Rocky tugged a bit and noticed there was little to no give to the tape.
“I may have gotten carried away with the assignment, but I’m sure you’ll have no problem.” Blake said sarcastically.
“Gag time! Now you gotta wrap my mouth like his. You could see his cheeks pucker from how tight it was.” Rocky said, pursing his lips tightly shut.
“Now, now we’ve gotten this far let’s get creative.” He said grabbing a bandanna from one of the drawers in his living room. “The way you talk you’ll have that tape covered in slobber in no time. Let’s give you more of a challenge. We couldn’t see but I’m sure they probably stuffed his mouth before taping it shut, he could barely talk.” Blake explained.
“It was also a movie..” Rocky tried to jab in.
“So now you suspend your disbelief. Open up Brett Farve cause this is goin in!” Blake ordered.
Rocky sighed and opened his mouth, Blake wasted no time stuffing the black bandanna into Rocky's mouth. Rocky closed his mouth around the dry wad of fabric and Blake took to taping his face up. He wound the tape so tightly his cheeks were puckering up just like Steve’s in the film.
Blake took a step back and admired his handy work. “Okay I think I’ll start Scream 2. You got thirty minutes to get yourself loose pal!” Blake said with a big grin.
He looked over at Rocky and couldn’t help but laugh at his plight. Seated in that dining room chair all taped up like he had just been in a home invasion. And best of all gagged! Now he could actually enjoy a movie and not have to hear Rocky’s bad Mystery Science Theater commentary.
“Mmmmmmph!” Rocky moaned from under his tightly wound gag.
“Thirty minutes works? Great! See ya then.” Blake laid out on the sofa propping his dress shoes up over the side of the sofa. He could hear the chair squeaking against the hardwood floors and the occasional grunt of frustration behind him. Blake didn’t care; he just grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.
Rocky grunted and moaned into his gag. The bandanna made it impossible to work his gag. And Blake wrapped his torso so tight he couldn’t reach the restraints on his wrists. He was effective stuck and silenced.
The most he could do was an inaudible “Mmmmmm!” into his tight silver gag. He rocked back and forth in the dining room chair and was unsuccessful in making any tears to the tape. Even the fast sudden jerks MythBusters taught him made no real impact on his bonds.
“Gggrmmmmph!” Rocky grunted hard as he jerked his body stiff and fell back into his bonds that hadn't budged a bit.
His eyes fixed themselves onto the roll of duct tape on the floor next to his bound sneakers. The inside of the roll read “Industrial Grade”! No wonder he hadn’t made any progress, he was bound to a chair with industry grade sticky fabric! He wasn’t tearing it, he had to be cut out of it.
The minutes flew by and before he knew it he was pumped over in his seat. He was trapped. Blake looked at his phone and noticed it was forty minutes past. Looking back at his poor friend sweaty and slumped over in defeat in the dining room chair.
“Ready to be let out pal?” Blake asked, feeling pretty cocky over his victory.
He walked over to the knife drawer and pulled out a long butcher’s knife. “Time to gut you like a fish!” Blake said doing a horrible job disguising his voice.
Rocky perked up a little alarmed as his friend approached him with the knife.
TO BE CONTINUED....