The Mummy's Curse (M/M) episode 1
Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 12:01 am
CRASH! Went the oversized crate as a couple of sweaty men in yellow vests lifted an oversized box into the museum loading dock.
“Watch it! They call it priceless for a reason!” Screams a well dressed man overseeing the operation.
“What’s even in this thing anyway an ancient refrigerator.” Called back one of them men as they struggled to shove the large crate up the dock.
“If you must know it is a crypt for our new exhibit. It’s very fragile so if you could please not drop a centuries old piece and break it before the public gets a chance to see it I’d greatly appreciate it.” Squawked the man as he led the way through the corridors.
The men used crowbars and opened up the old crate. After much fuss it was lifted up onto a beautifully lit platform.
“It’s glorious!” Exclaimed the well dressed man whose name tag read Alfred.
“OH SHIT!” cried one of the men.
Alfred looked over and seen one of the mon had cut his hand on something.
“What happened?!” Alfred shrieked looking over the empty box to see shards of broken glass where the sarcophagus had been.
“Oh no the the glass casing has shattered on the trip over here!” Alfred exclaimed in a panic.
“Screw your stupid case my hand is cut here!” The man shouted.
“I am screwed, the case is supposed to protect the exhibit, now I had to make sure to sticky fingered brat presses his filthy little hand on this priceless artifact!” Alfred storms off in a huff.
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“Noah, you can handle this okay. They are just teenagers. Now I will be in a meeting with Alfred Williamson Morris in regards of a partnership program for this history department. So I need to to have a reign on things while I’m absent.” Mr. Van Camp said in an effort to boost Noah’s spirits.
Noah was on his fourth week as a teacher’s aid at Dixen Prep, and he was now feeling as though he was being thrown to the wolves. Though Noah hardly had much to be fearful of. Standing at 6 feet tall and being built made him quite the intimidating figure. He had a pretty boy face and shaggy dark hair that made him look anything but his age 27. For the occasion he was dressed in the prep schools colors. A white dress shirt, blacktop, gray dress pants, brown shoes with a fun pair of goofy orange and green striped socks to add a bit of fun to the stuffy profession.
“Wipe that fear off your face these boys are just teens. You are the adult and address them as one and you will have no trouble at all keeping them in line.”
Noah nodded and followed his boss onto the crowded bus, The teens jeered and made inappropriate calls at passers by as they made their way over to the museum.
“Brian sit down!” Noah called out in a deep put on voice and watched the boy fall in line. He guessed Mr. Van Camp was right after all.
He didn’t see the nasty look Brian was sending him while his back was turned nor did he hear what him and his friends were whispering.
The boys queued up outside the building and walked through it’s gigantic wooden doors
“Boys, listen up. I will be in some meetings for the remainder of the trip so I will leave you in the care of Mr. Carstairs here. He will be your chaperone for the duration of our trip and I will meet up with you in the Egyptian exhibit as the trip is wrapping up. Don’t embarrass me now, or this will be the last trip we ever take.”
Noah gulped and tried to hide it as he directed the group through the museum. Much to his surprise the boys were all on their best behavior as they made their way through the large building. As time passed they reached the final exhibit.
Noah was mad his was around the room and stopped at each individual diorama. He read aloud the plaques and to be honest a lot of them were pretty boring. It wasn’t until he spotted the elegantly lit stage that help a gorgeous gold tomb. It was hand painted and looked so distinguished. Somebody of high rank must of been encased inside. The stage was roped off but if one really tried they could touch it if their arms were long enough.
Noah looked at its plaque and read it aloud for his class.
“Here is high advisor Neptu. He was a high ranking official who upon further investigation was entombed after being found guilty of stealing from his lord. His sarcophagus reads that he was buried alive. Unlike most who are preserved for an afterlife this is a rare display of corporal punishment dulled out to an offiicalof high rank who betrayed their lords. This punishment was made to assure that this person never experience an afterlife but be kept in his bonds for all eternity, never to be set free or those who dare shall be punished.” Noah read and the boys looked on fascinated.
Brian’s brow raised and he signaled to his friends Cliff and John to get into formation.
“Hey Mr. Carstairs I got a question.” Brian asked walking towards Noah.
“What’s that Brian?” Noah asked not seeing Cliff sneak behind him. And start to tie the laces off his brown dress shoes together.
The other boys snickered under their breath as they watched this happen. John was slowly sneaking away to the other end of the darkly lit room.
“Why would they dull out this kind of punishment for just stealing?” Brian asked.
“That’s a great question, many customs of ancient times are considered extreme today, and that's putting it lightly. Some cultures would chop the hand off out those who stole. Some poured hot gold down the throats of thieves as a form of punishment.”
Suddenly the fire alarms started to go off and the boys went into a frenzy pushing and shoving their way out of the exhibit. Brian acted as if he was shoved and knocked himself into Noah who stumbled back and tripped over his tied up shoelaces and over the roped off stage.
He crashed backward into the tomb of Neptu and his body shifted the lid of the sarcophagus opening it only slightly. A cloud of dust sprayed out from the inside of the airtight tomb and a security guard rushed over and tackled Noah to the floor.
Noah struggled as the buff man took Noah’s flailing arms and pinned them behind him.
The boys watched on in shock. Brian looked and noticed something strange. The guards eyes had a sort of great glowing hue to them, almost like he was in a trance. He watched the guard take out a pair of handcuffs and tightly locke them onto Noah’s wrists.
“Wooh isn’t that a little much?” Brian asked trying to walk toward them and the guard shoved him away.
“Boys, get Mr. Van Camp...Mmmmmph!” Noah tried to call out as the security guard placed his hand over Noah’s mouth and dragged him away.
Noah was shoved into a steel chair of the security office.
“Look this is all a big misunderstanding. Can’t we just call my boss and sort this out?” Noah asked nervous.
He watched the guard search the office in a fit for something but what? His panic started to set in as the man pulled from a supply cabinet an assortment of twill and rolls of tape.
“Look is this really needed? I promise I wasn’t a security risk, it was just some young boys doing some horse play..MMmmmmph” Noah’s words were cut off as he felt a thick wad of fabric fill his mouth. The man was stuffing his mouth jam packed with rags. Until Noah’s face bulged.
His eyes went wide as the man then tore long wraps of duct tape around Noahs face, Holding in the huge wadding. Then the mand proceeded to wrap Noah’s torso in the tape. Wind after wind until Noah could hardly budge from the chair. All he could do was look on as the security guard then took more tape and wrapped layers and layers around his knees, and then his ankles. He even wrapped around Noah’s shoes.
Soon Noah couldn’t budge an inch from his seat. He looked on as the man stood up almost as if he was in a trance and left the room. Noah sat there in his bondage and couldn’t understand what was going on.
Noah looked around the small office which was no more than some cabinets a desk, and now him held prisoner in the chair set across from the desk.
He heard a chair squeak and Noah’s eyes darted in front of him. He saw a chair slowly turn around and the sight nearly made him pass out. It was a man, no a mummy.
The man gripped his face and slowly removed the wrappings. It felt like ages until finally in the last couple winds the beautiful skin of a man could be seen underneath. The man opened his mouth and pulled out a huge bundle of rags he had been gagged with from under the wrappings.
“It appears your setting me free has passed my curse onto you Mr. Carstairs.” He spoke and never broke eye contact with Noah.
“Mmmour mmmmurse?” Noah struggled to respond.
“Yes, an eternity of bondage was what my lords wished upon me. But with your opening of my tomb I was et free. I may now pass over, but I’m afraid this all come at a price.” He said standing up.
“Mmmmm?” Noah moaned under his gag.
“You will have to suffer in bondage for all eternity Mr Carstairs. My bonds have been broken, so you must bare them in my place. I’m sorry it must to be this way.” Said the spirit as he vanished into thin air.
Noah was spooked he didn’t know what was going on, but he knew the last thing he wanted to be was tied up for the rest of eternity. He had to get out of here. He struggled in his seat in a panic.
He was startled by a loud knock at the door.
TBC
HEY ALL, THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY THE WEB COMIC THE PERILS OF NED, WHICH SADLY HAS VANISHED COMPLETELY. I LOVED THE IDEA OF A GUY WHO IS CURED TO BE PUT INTO BONDAGE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE SO I WANTED TO UPDATE IT IN MODERN TIMES. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.
“Watch it! They call it priceless for a reason!” Screams a well dressed man overseeing the operation.
“What’s even in this thing anyway an ancient refrigerator.” Called back one of them men as they struggled to shove the large crate up the dock.
“If you must know it is a crypt for our new exhibit. It’s very fragile so if you could please not drop a centuries old piece and break it before the public gets a chance to see it I’d greatly appreciate it.” Squawked the man as he led the way through the corridors.
The men used crowbars and opened up the old crate. After much fuss it was lifted up onto a beautifully lit platform.
“It’s glorious!” Exclaimed the well dressed man whose name tag read Alfred.
“OH SHIT!” cried one of the men.
Alfred looked over and seen one of the mon had cut his hand on something.
“What happened?!” Alfred shrieked looking over the empty box to see shards of broken glass where the sarcophagus had been.
“Oh no the the glass casing has shattered on the trip over here!” Alfred exclaimed in a panic.
“Screw your stupid case my hand is cut here!” The man shouted.
“I am screwed, the case is supposed to protect the exhibit, now I had to make sure to sticky fingered brat presses his filthy little hand on this priceless artifact!” Alfred storms off in a huff.
**********************************
“Noah, you can handle this okay. They are just teenagers. Now I will be in a meeting with Alfred Williamson Morris in regards of a partnership program for this history department. So I need to to have a reign on things while I’m absent.” Mr. Van Camp said in an effort to boost Noah’s spirits.
Noah was on his fourth week as a teacher’s aid at Dixen Prep, and he was now feeling as though he was being thrown to the wolves. Though Noah hardly had much to be fearful of. Standing at 6 feet tall and being built made him quite the intimidating figure. He had a pretty boy face and shaggy dark hair that made him look anything but his age 27. For the occasion he was dressed in the prep schools colors. A white dress shirt, blacktop, gray dress pants, brown shoes with a fun pair of goofy orange and green striped socks to add a bit of fun to the stuffy profession.
“Wipe that fear off your face these boys are just teens. You are the adult and address them as one and you will have no trouble at all keeping them in line.”
Noah nodded and followed his boss onto the crowded bus, The teens jeered and made inappropriate calls at passers by as they made their way over to the museum.
“Brian sit down!” Noah called out in a deep put on voice and watched the boy fall in line. He guessed Mr. Van Camp was right after all.
He didn’t see the nasty look Brian was sending him while his back was turned nor did he hear what him and his friends were whispering.
The boys queued up outside the building and walked through it’s gigantic wooden doors
“Boys, listen up. I will be in some meetings for the remainder of the trip so I will leave you in the care of Mr. Carstairs here. He will be your chaperone for the duration of our trip and I will meet up with you in the Egyptian exhibit as the trip is wrapping up. Don’t embarrass me now, or this will be the last trip we ever take.”
Noah gulped and tried to hide it as he directed the group through the museum. Much to his surprise the boys were all on their best behavior as they made their way through the large building. As time passed they reached the final exhibit.
Noah was mad his was around the room and stopped at each individual diorama. He read aloud the plaques and to be honest a lot of them were pretty boring. It wasn’t until he spotted the elegantly lit stage that help a gorgeous gold tomb. It was hand painted and looked so distinguished. Somebody of high rank must of been encased inside. The stage was roped off but if one really tried they could touch it if their arms were long enough.
Noah looked at its plaque and read it aloud for his class.
“Here is high advisor Neptu. He was a high ranking official who upon further investigation was entombed after being found guilty of stealing from his lord. His sarcophagus reads that he was buried alive. Unlike most who are preserved for an afterlife this is a rare display of corporal punishment dulled out to an offiicalof high rank who betrayed their lords. This punishment was made to assure that this person never experience an afterlife but be kept in his bonds for all eternity, never to be set free or those who dare shall be punished.” Noah read and the boys looked on fascinated.
Brian’s brow raised and he signaled to his friends Cliff and John to get into formation.
“Hey Mr. Carstairs I got a question.” Brian asked walking towards Noah.
“What’s that Brian?” Noah asked not seeing Cliff sneak behind him. And start to tie the laces off his brown dress shoes together.
The other boys snickered under their breath as they watched this happen. John was slowly sneaking away to the other end of the darkly lit room.
“Why would they dull out this kind of punishment for just stealing?” Brian asked.
“That’s a great question, many customs of ancient times are considered extreme today, and that's putting it lightly. Some cultures would chop the hand off out those who stole. Some poured hot gold down the throats of thieves as a form of punishment.”
Suddenly the fire alarms started to go off and the boys went into a frenzy pushing and shoving their way out of the exhibit. Brian acted as if he was shoved and knocked himself into Noah who stumbled back and tripped over his tied up shoelaces and over the roped off stage.
He crashed backward into the tomb of Neptu and his body shifted the lid of the sarcophagus opening it only slightly. A cloud of dust sprayed out from the inside of the airtight tomb and a security guard rushed over and tackled Noah to the floor.
Noah struggled as the buff man took Noah’s flailing arms and pinned them behind him.
The boys watched on in shock. Brian looked and noticed something strange. The guards eyes had a sort of great glowing hue to them, almost like he was in a trance. He watched the guard take out a pair of handcuffs and tightly locke them onto Noah’s wrists.
“Wooh isn’t that a little much?” Brian asked trying to walk toward them and the guard shoved him away.
“Boys, get Mr. Van Camp...Mmmmmph!” Noah tried to call out as the security guard placed his hand over Noah’s mouth and dragged him away.
Noah was shoved into a steel chair of the security office.
“Look this is all a big misunderstanding. Can’t we just call my boss and sort this out?” Noah asked nervous.
He watched the guard search the office in a fit for something but what? His panic started to set in as the man pulled from a supply cabinet an assortment of twill and rolls of tape.
“Look is this really needed? I promise I wasn’t a security risk, it was just some young boys doing some horse play..MMmmmmph” Noah’s words were cut off as he felt a thick wad of fabric fill his mouth. The man was stuffing his mouth jam packed with rags. Until Noah’s face bulged.
His eyes went wide as the man then tore long wraps of duct tape around Noahs face, Holding in the huge wadding. Then the mand proceeded to wrap Noah’s torso in the tape. Wind after wind until Noah could hardly budge from the chair. All he could do was look on as the security guard then took more tape and wrapped layers and layers around his knees, and then his ankles. He even wrapped around Noah’s shoes.
Soon Noah couldn’t budge an inch from his seat. He looked on as the man stood up almost as if he was in a trance and left the room. Noah sat there in his bondage and couldn’t understand what was going on.
Noah looked around the small office which was no more than some cabinets a desk, and now him held prisoner in the chair set across from the desk.
He heard a chair squeak and Noah’s eyes darted in front of him. He saw a chair slowly turn around and the sight nearly made him pass out. It was a man, no a mummy.
The man gripped his face and slowly removed the wrappings. It felt like ages until finally in the last couple winds the beautiful skin of a man could be seen underneath. The man opened his mouth and pulled out a huge bundle of rags he had been gagged with from under the wrappings.
“It appears your setting me free has passed my curse onto you Mr. Carstairs.” He spoke and never broke eye contact with Noah.
“Mmmour mmmmurse?” Noah struggled to respond.
“Yes, an eternity of bondage was what my lords wished upon me. But with your opening of my tomb I was et free. I may now pass over, but I’m afraid this all come at a price.” He said standing up.
“Mmmmm?” Noah moaned under his gag.
“You will have to suffer in bondage for all eternity Mr Carstairs. My bonds have been broken, so you must bare them in my place. I’m sorry it must to be this way.” Said the spirit as he vanished into thin air.
Noah was spooked he didn’t know what was going on, but he knew the last thing he wanted to be was tied up for the rest of eternity. He had to get out of here. He struggled in his seat in a panic.
He was startled by a loud knock at the door.
TBC
HEY ALL, THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY THE WEB COMIC THE PERILS OF NED, WHICH SADLY HAS VANISHED COMPLETELY. I LOVED THE IDEA OF A GUY WHO IS CURED TO BE PUT INTO BONDAGE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE SO I WANTED TO UPDATE IT IN MODERN TIMES. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.