Bound To Be A Mess

Chapter 2 - Sloppy Bliss

As I knelt down in the locker room showers, my anxious excitement quickly turned to fear and regret. What was I doing? I had lied to my parents, to go somewhere that no one knew I was, to meet someone who I potentially didn't even know. This was by far the stupidest thing I had ever done in my life. 

I was about to get up and leave when I heard the door squeak open. I froze. I could hear footsteps in the locker area behind me. Had they noticed me in the shower area yet? Do I call out, like some stereotypical victim in a horror movie? What if it wasn't my person? What if it was the guy from the front desk, back to check on me? How would I explain what the hell I was doing kneeling down in a shower that wasn't on, wearing only this ridiculous wrestling singlet? 

The footsteps got closer. I was startled by the sound of a computer altered voice. They must have been using one of those machines that you see in movies to disguise the voices of kidnappers making ransom calls. And not a very good quality one at that. 

"Stand up," Cracked the staticy voice. 

I slowly stood up, keeping my hands on my head. A hand gently grabbed my right arm and extended it outward. I felt rope being wound around it and tied snugly but not too tight. Next, the rope tightened as it was secured to a shower head. The process was repeated to the other arm. 

As this was happening, I heard what sounded like two heavy buckets being set down nearby. Was there more than one person here with me?

"Spread your feet," instructed the eerie voice. More rope was used to lash each ankle to a wooden broom handle. 

What felt like a sponge or piece of foam was shoved into my mouth. My tongue was pinned down, and my cheeks bulged out. Vet wrap was then wound repeatedly around my lower face, securing the stuffing inside my mouth. I tried making a sound, but almost no noise came out. 

I was now stuck standing spread eagle and unable to call for help. I was defenseless to my unknown assailants. It was terrifying yet strangely exhilarating at the same time. 

The voice spoke again. "Brayden Matthews! You have been such a brave little freshman so far, but are you brave enough to survive my mucky torture?"

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I hesitantly nodded my head slowly. 

"We will see about that!" Cried the voice. 

I felt a shaving cream pie smash against my face. The feeling was pure bliss. 

Fingers started attacking my defenseless and very ticklish armpits. I wiggled and thrashed as much as my restraints would allow. My screams and begging were thwarted by my overstuffed gag. This went on for what felt like an eternity.

Next, I felt the back of my singlet being pulled away from my neck. A cold and lumpy goo began flowing inside. 

As this was happening, a shaving cream pie squished against my butt. 

This was followed by two balloons being shoved down the front of the singlet, making it look like I had big boobs. This caused my captor to giggle.  They popped both balloons, and surprisingly, it felt gooey. Apparently, the balloons had been filled with shaving cream. 

By this time, I was on cloud nine. All the different sensations were driving my senses crazy. 

"Ready for the grand finale?" Asked a voice. They did not use the voice altering machine this time, but I was too over stimulated to notice. 

Sloppy goo began flowing over my head and down my body. The feeling was amazing. 

I felt a pie being smashed against my groin and rubbed around.

The swim goggles were pulled from my face. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. Standing in front of me was a teenage boy, maybe a year or two older than me. He was wearing a dark blue bathing suit. He was definitely not from the swim team. He did look familiar, but I wasn't sure. He was maybe slightly taller than me, but a little thinner. He had dark hair and a bit of a baby face. He was smiling, but his body language said he was nervous or anxious.

I just stared at him awkwardly until I noticed my reflection in the mirror behind him, across the locker room. I was an absolute mess. I was covered in green, slimy goop. 

I finally realized that there must be a second person, as someone had just removed my goggles. I strained my neck to look around me. I could see someone at the edge of my peripheral vision, but not good enough to make them out. 

I familiar voice cheerfully said, "Heeey Buuddyyy". 

Nick Monaghan stepped into my field of  vision. He was only wearing a red speedo. The muscular athlete was grinning from ear to ear. He looked very proud of his handy work.

The popular junior approached me and wiped the gunge off my face with a towel. 

"Ok, we will see you in the morning," said Nick. As he pretended to turn and walk away. 

I began protesting incoherently from my sponge gag filled orifice. My swim team teammate laughed as he came back and unwound the vet wrap from around my head. He used his thumb and index finger to pry the speech proof stuffing from my mouth. 

"How was that?" Asked Nick with a smile. 

I tried to act as chill and composed as I could as I replied, "it was ok." 

The other boy laughed at this. Nick looked at me in disbelief as he roared, " Ok?! Only ok?! Bullshit! You looked like you were in heaven!"

Reluctantly, I admitted," ok, it was pretty amazing!"

Nick looked much more serious as he addressed me this time. "Alright, Brayden, we need to have a little talk. What happened here can never leave this room. Ever! You have to promise to protect our secret forever. I am serious!"

"I promise," I replied. 

"Good, because Mark here has a video of you enjoying every minute of that. If you break our trust, your dirty little secret becomes the next viral video, "warned Nick.

Mark? That's who the misery kid was! "You're Skidmark! You're Owen's brother! You work at the grocery store!" I blurted out. 

Mark's face and body language instantly changed to annoyed. "I prefer Mark," grumbled the nerdy teen. 

"Sorry," I awkwardly apologised. 

"Let’s get you cleaned up so we can move on to the next part," said Nick. 

"What's the next part?" I curiously asked.

Mark enthusiastically replied in "Our turn!" 

TBC