Sixteen-year-old Oliver shouldn't have accompanied his older brother to the party he and his college friends were throwing.
Being the youngest of the bunch meant he'd be singled out. But the chatty and highly likeable teenager probably thought he'd have no trouble fitting it and making friends with the older guys.
Unfortunately for him, he was about to be proven wrong.
Oliver and his brother were among the first ones to arrive at Chad's place.
The atmosphere was pretty jovial at first. Just a few guys fooling around, listening to music and drinking from their party cups.
Our young teenager quickly became the life of the party, and even managed to impress some of the older jocks by holding his own in an arm-wrestling contest and getting a lucky shot at the living room dartboard.
When the popular YouTube duct tape challenge was spontaneously brought up, our talkative high school brat was only too happy to accept the challenge and let himself be wrapped up.
It took his older brother and five of his friends a good half hour to get him fully taped up from head to toe.
The older jocks didn't spare any tape either. Quite the opposite in fact.
They used LOTS of it.
Oliver's only request was that they leave his face intact.
They complied, for the most part.
The back and top of his head was completely taped up, but most of his face was left uncovered so that he could see, breathe and speak properly.
By the time they were done with him, young Oliver was hardly able to move at all.
As the party picked up and the number of occupants swelled to a healthy number, Oliver's brother and group of close friends eventually lost interest in their prize and relinquished control of the mummy over to those who were...shall we say, less inclined to heed the boy's demands.
With his brother off drinking in the yard with a bunch of friends, mummy-boi quickly found himself surrounded by the unfamiliar faces of guys he didn't know. All of them, several years older than him.
He tried to free himself of the tape and let the guys sitting on the living room couch know that he wanted out, but the music was so loud and there was so much laughing and drinking going on that no one was paying him much attention.
Things only took a turn for the worse when this random skater dude sat on the floor next to his head and picked up the massive roll of duct tape that had been abandoned by the older brother and friends.
Oliver tried to tell the guy not to tape his face up, but the idiot just wasn't listening.
Skater-dude just laughed and ripped large pieces of tape off before absentmindedly plastering them down around the kid's face and head.
Oliver called out for help, but the guys around him just laughed and kept on drinking, obviously not giving a rat's ass about his plight.
With the music playing so loud, no one was able to hear his protests.
Oliver growled and cursed at the dumb skater-jock, but the guy just laughed and ripped more tape off the roll.
With his face slowly being eaten up by the sticky silver duct tape, our trapped mummy-boi let out a final, desperate scream for help in the hopes that his brother would hear him from all the way outside.
Apparently, that was enough to catch at least one person's attention.
Poor Oliver watched as one of the guys sitting on the living room couch, lifted his foot up and peeled his thick, white sock off.
"There." the guy said, nonchalantly tossing the sweaty thing over to the dumb skater-dude. "Just stick that in his mouth and tape his face up."
Oliver cried out, but the stupid skater-guy sitting on the floor next to him simply grinned before cramming the big, stinky sock into his protesting mouth.
Our naive protagonist's screaming yapper was forcefully stuffed. His mouth was taped shut and the rest of his head was wrapped up real tight, leaving only a hole for his nose.
He spent the rest of the night mouthing off into his mighty sockgag, sealed up and forced to deal with the nauseating smells being produced by the many guys uncaringly slipping off their shoes and airing their socked feet out.
It continued like that until the wee hours of the morning, by which point everyone around him was either passed out or too tired to care about his heavily muffled pleas for freedom.
By the time Oliver's older brother woke up to free him, it was already past noon the next day.
Never again would our brave teenager agree to tag along at one of his brother's parties.
That was a mistake he'd never repeat.
THE END