Notes

Us and the Boyles were close family friends. Today, Mrs Boyle was away with business, my dad and Mr Boyle were golfing far far away and my mum was taking my brother to a hospital appointment. That left just me and Ruaridh.

Ruaridh was a very excitable character and always seemed to be up to something, but when he wasn't in the mood for it he gets very angry and/or tired.

As my mum was leaving, Ruaridh appeared at my door. I had to look after him since he was too young to stay home alone. "Bye Ruaridh, nice to see you." my mum said as she left for the hospital. It was roasting outside so I ushered him into the nice cool house.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked him, expecting an answer. He kind of just looked into space for a couple seconds, "ehhh, a movie?" he responded. "Sure", this will be a good time killer.
"Take your shoes off and I'll get the movie set up". He nodded and he dropped his backpack onto the floor.

I was setting up the movie whilst Ruaridh walked in. "So, who are you kidnapping then?" Confused, I turned around to see him spinning a roll of duct tape on his finger. "Where did you find that?" I responded. "Just on your hall table". I looked at him confused as I'm pretty sure there was nothing there. I also accepted the fact that I might just be imagining things due to me running on 3 hours of sleep. Instead of putting the tape back, he just sat it next to him which I thought was weird but didn't say anything.

We started the movie and I was already bored, Ruaridh kept on regularly checking his phone and didn't seem that into it either. "Do you wanna just do something else?" I asked him. "No! We're about to get to the good bit" "Alright". He seemed very defensive over turning the movie off. I was shattered so I just snuggled into the couch as my eyes continued to do heavier and longer blinks...

I woke up feeling fairly refreshed, I glanced at the clock to see that I was only asleep for about 20 minutes. Then I realised that the blinds were now closed and the movie was off. I attempted to move my arms and legs to move towards Ruaridh, but I couldn't and just fell to the floor. After that, all I heard was Ruaridh's ear piercing laugh as I lay on the floor, defeated.

I turned to face the hands behind my back and my feet, realising that they had in fact been duct taped, most likely by Ruaridh. He came over and kneeled down to my level. "So, are you having fun?" he asked me. "Obviously not, untie me n-" I was cut off by Ruaridh's hand over my mouth. "Tut tut tut, wrong answer" I bite his hand in rage as he screams in pain. "You know, I was thinking about going easy on you, definitely not after that" he says as he grins sinisterly.

"Now, you're going to do whatever I want you to do" he had a plan, but I didn't know quite what yet. "And why would I ever do that?" I responded. I had fallen right into his trap clearly, he was very clearly excited. "Because if you don't, I will leak these pictures to the entire year" he showed me his phone with pictures of my dick on it, atleast 10 of them. "What the fuck!?" "Be quiet! This is how this game is going to work, it's like Simon says but obviously with me instead of Simon" I just stare coldly at him. "Let's warm up shall we? Ruaridh says touch your butt" I continue to stare at him as he know my hands can't move anywhere else. "Good, Ruaridh says such your toes" I stretch as far as my legs and arms are able to and barely get contact with my toes. "Impressive, Ruaridh says touch your eyes" He sniggers as he knows I have no chance. "Poor performance, you're lucky this is just the warm up!"

"You get the idea, but I'm not going to say Ruaridh says everytime because I frankly cannot be bothered, but simply put, I say you do" I nodded. "Now, let's get you into something more secure" He walks out of the room to go and grab his items. A minute passes and he returns with his backpack and a pair of scissors. "Let's get you free then, shall we?" He cuts me free but I don't dare move. "Good boy, stay there as I get everything ready" I stay as still as I physically can, but also continue plotting my revenge.

Ruaridh tips his bag upside down to reveal rolls of duct tape, a couple packets of military grade zipties, a pair of black old skool vans, and what seems to be an endless pile of used black socks. He had seemed to plan this out quite well. "Let's begin, this is going to be so much fun!" I began to doubt that very much. "Give me your hands please" I did as he asked, and he began to place an black Adidas ankle sock over each hand, and then another. Then, he placed a black Nike crew sock over each hand, again and again and again, bringing the total to six socks per hand. This effectively crushed my hands into balls, making them useless.

"Cross your hands" Ruaridh ordered, and I followed his request. He then proceeded to place three zipties round my wrists. "But that's not all folks! Hey Siri, pick a number between 0 and 20" "18" Darn you, stupid machine. "18 it is then!" He proceeded to wrap duct tape around my arms 18 times and one "for luck". "Now, I wouldn't want you moving anywhere, would I?" I sighed, as I now knew my fate.

"Now, ankles up" I was confused but I did as I was told. He returned to his pile of socks and placed five black Nike crew socks over each foot, on top of my black Nike no show socks. "Put your ankles together" I again followed his orders. He put four zipties around my ankles this time and again asked siri, this time she answered with 16. "Wow, it's just your unlucky day I guess" as be wrapped duct tape around my ankles 16 times and obviously one "for luck".

"Let's finish you off" Ruaridh said, proceeding to wrap above my knees, below my knees and my thighs about a dozen times each. "Pull your ankles up to your butt" Oh no, I knew exactly what he was planning. He connected my wrists and ankles with a couple zipties followed by rounds and rounds of duct tape. "I think that'll do you" "Finally" I responded, it just slipped out. "Well well well, since you were being so obidient I wasn't going to gag you, but I guess I will if you so insist". If I could've kicked myself, I would've.

"Open wide!" I stretched my jaw open. Ruaridh peered at his selection of socks. "Hmm, I think I'll find the smelliest one and use that" I thought he was joking, but he spent the next couple minutes checking each one until he found the ones he wanted. He ended up deciding on a pair of black Adidas ankle socks and a singular black Nike crew sock. He crammed them into my mouth and wrapped duct tape around and around my head, I stopped counting at 10. "So, how does that taste?" Awful was the only right answer, they were ten times worse than I could have ever imagined.

"Now, I guess the only you could do now, is SMELL!" he fired his foot towards my nose and kept it held over it. The smell matched the taste in my mouth. "I walked all the way here, and it's 20° outside!" That explains why it's quite so awful. I stayed there for about ten minutes trying to avoid his foot but nothing worked. "I think I have something that smells slightly worse" I was shocked, I couldn't imagine anything worse.

Ruaridh went over to his pile of socks from his bag, and under it was the black old skool vans. He chuckled as he untied the laces and wrapped them around my head, my nose placed in the opening. He tied it super tight and the smell was unbearable. He laughed at my discomfort and sat back down on the couch, as I lay there sniffing his shoes, tasting his socks and planning my revenge.