It's Shayne, With a Y-N-E. [Shaymien]

Chapter 4- Fuming Chicken

No, it is not a play on Angry Birds.
It's a prank.

Today is the day! Well for me, not you 'cause the video isn't out. I doubt it'll ever be, but what you need to know is that we filmed a prank on Shayne. The cast, who I previously mentioned were evil people, were more than eager to set my silly suggestion into motion. So, we planned a very simple attack prank and set up the studio by simply turning off the lights. We killed 'em all except for a little torch, to stimulate a cool spotlight effect.

I'll save you the trouble of describing the process of buying, setting up and writing, and I'll skip to my favorite part of it all- the action.
We were notified of Shayne's arrival at the vicinity and disappeared immediately, leaving him to the sound guy who brought him in.

"Read this out loud." Shayne read our note, but because he's a smart fucker, he realized that it meant he was reading it for someone else in the room. He folded the paper between his fingers and kept it steady as his head searched for one of us.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I was actually able to narrate because my eyes were attentively trained on Shayne from behind the small red couch. Thank God for the darkness otherwise he'd have found all four of us immediately- Josh, David and Matt, better known as Sohinki, Joven and Lazercorn (ladies) were in different hiding places. They were relatively easy to find, but not in the dark, except Shayne was very close since he took an entire two minutes to scan the set. Thankfully, he went back into the spot of light and reopened the note.

"Whoever I'm reading this to better not do something funny." He warned us with his unconfident voice and then continued to read. "Alright so read this out loud and take off your shirt. Alright, a game of fan service." He stated, a little too uncomfortably (fair since a layer of vulnerability has been added). "Please cut that out, that I said that." He laughed to the camera man and they shared a giggle before his shirt came off in the twitch of a muscle. He threw it on the couch, too close to me, and went back to reading. "We know we told you that you were coming to do a game bang, and you are! But with some small changes. Oh no! I don't like this.." Shayne's raising pitch changed from when he was reading the note and we almost gave our spots away by exhaling a heavy laugh. He folded the note to look over his shoulder again, tensing up because this could literally be anything! "We also told you not to wear anything you bought recently.. you, nope, this is the end! Bye, you guys!" He nervously put the paper down and turned to leave. We took that as our cue to exit our hiding places with the stuff we were provided and began the transformation.

It was Lazer and Joven who first jumped out, pinning Shayne down under the ceiling-mounted camera. He screamed and tried to fight them off, but they knew better than to challenge his muscles, and instead resorted to tickling him senseless. He grew defenseless and stopped fighting a minute later, only to be surprised by Sohinki and his giant bucket of sticky molasses.

I wish I could tell you I'd seen wider eyes in my life, but Shayne's took the cake while he attempted to kick the smaller man away. "Sohinki, no! Matt! Matt, please." His pleading became a super loud scream when a thick glob of molasses spread across the center of his chest, streaming along his sides and tickling him strangely. He started describing everyone's deaths very vividly before the waterfall of sticky sugar made it's way up his neck and onto his mouth, shutting him up while erasing his face with a dark eraser. It was phenomenal.

He opened his mouth to breathe, not giving less of a shit about all the sugar dripping into it. "Make it stop!" He whined, and I exited to obey, carrying a pillowcase loaded heavy with feathers as I flipped the switch to witness this in better lighting. "Shayne." and before I could follow his name up with anything, he echoed mine back to me, accusing it immediately. "Damien, I know this was your idea, and I swear I will destroy every video game score you're proud of." You guys, it already hurt to hear him say it was my idea, even though it was, but that threat meant one thing- that I had to earn said punishment. And earn it I will.

I stood right over his legs, towering over him with the feathers. Instead of doing the calm, even sprinkle over every inch of tar as I was planning, I did an aggressive pour-over and just tipped the whole wad onto his body. It caused a giant wave of cold air, which I imagine was even colder for him, but he stayed still as the feathers stuck to everything that molasses was on. The chicken was alive..but not moving. "Ah, Shan-ye." I threw the bag aside, now victorious and ready to receive more threats, but after I've given him a taste of how happy I felt. "Every point I lose to you will be worth turning you into this- this beautiful man-chicken." I was uneasy while trying to finish the speech I had, because my eyes couldn't leave the grin he had as his body shook with laugher. "Alright you got me, man." He giggled and I really did feel content when I followed that up with "Oh, I know. Anything you wanna say?" I made the mistake of adding, and it was in that moment I had noticed, that his twitching legs were free.

"Oh yeah." He calmly said before shooting one of his legs up and meeting my groin in a way I could only describe as heart-stopping. My eyes saw black for the brief moment it took me to double over in pain. Now that was brutal, and I can only think the three other men felt the same way since they let their guard down. For the second they did, Shayne broke free and sat up to face me who was now sitting on his feet, gripping my recently electrified balls.

I opened my eyes to see Frankenstein's monster rise with his feather-covered arms open, and I could only scream as I felt the stickiness transition onto me. I was crushed in a tense hug, my ear ringing from his maniacal laugh and my heart racing from the pain and whole gross-out of the situation, really. Attempting to wiggle away and slip through the disgusting mix, I started to notice his unmistakable blue eyes in the mix, a small glimmer of the flashlight catching them in an enchanting little twinkle. I would've absolutely melted over it if they hadn't been bloodshot and crazy with revenge.

Our faces were too close for my comfort, and for his as well, but I knew it didn't matter the moment he started rubbing his face on mine. The sound of it alone made me gag and the fact that his lips rubbed back and forth against mine meant nothing! I was in a horrible place and so was he, judging by the red layer of skin under the thinning one of molasses. The feathers became a mucky brown as they got rolled into the tar and they cracked between us.

I needed to leave immediately. I wanted to shower, I wanted to take everything off, but I strangely wanted Shayne to continue doing what he was doing. After a lot of zipped, loud whining and aggressive closed-mouthed screams, I began to laugh once I noticed he was heaving with the last bit of anger and energy he had. He stopped rubbing against me and let me go so we could both just feel the air despite the strings of tar and feathers still hanging in it.

"That was intense." Sohinki's hearty laugh got us both laughing after a much-needed second to breathe and assess what we just put ourselves through. The three men who were nearly spotless made this seem not much of a loss since I essentially suffered the same consequences I wished on my partner. I knew, though, that a bath after this would feel a hundred times more cleansing, and that a rub against Shayne wouldn't feel as bad if there wasn't other elements involved.