James got to the field a bit early, because staying at home thinking of what was coming was even more worse. And there were the goal posts, welcoming him, unleashing all sort of fears. He knew Braxton well enough to trust nothing really bad would happen, but public humilliation wasn't one of his new year purposes. He was wearing his oldest rags, thinking that they wouldn't survive the event, and yet girls were staring at him with that look on their faces. Well, when you got it, you got it.
Anxiety was starting to take its toll on him when Braxton finally showed up, along with many of his teammates. They were carrying all the supplies and started giggling and making noise when they saw him. That was not a good sign.
"I'm sorry for getting late, man. Are you ready?", said Braxton with a smirk.
"As much as I'm gonna be. Lets get it started."
Braxton led him to one of the posts, where James assumed his position. Even though James' clothings deserved to be ruined, Braxton asked him to take them off, keeping just his boxer briefs. James complied, with an evident blush. It's not like they hadn't seen him in his underwear before, but the context and the anticipation of what he had coming made it different.
"Do I put my arms behind it?", asked James with a shy smile.
"No, cross them in front of you."
He took a large piece of the rope they had bought and trussed James' wrists. Then, he told one of the guys to tie the remaining part of the rope to the top of the post, where it met the crossbar. This pulled James' arms up as high as he could. In the meantime, Braxton was wrapping some duct tape around his ankles, attaching them to the post. After that, he wrapped some more around his waist and to the post, leaving James unable to move.
James was feeling so vulnerable and embarrassed, which increased when he saw the camera that was recording everything for the facebook video.
"Do you want me to gag you right now or after the waxing?", asked Braxton with a mischievous grin.
Not wanting to scream out of pain and thus, add to his already humilliating experience another detail, he chose to be gagged right away.
"I'll do it fine. No one will know if it hurts.", said Braxton in an understanding tone. Weird as it sounded, it made James feel a little better.
Braxton took one of James' socks and put it in the boy's mouth without resistance. Then, he wrapped the duct tape around his head like ten times, sealing the lips and sorrounding area. James had never been gagged before, and the strict one he was wearing now made him a little claustrophofic. He was also concerned about the hair that would be pulled when it was removed, but at least he couldn't make a sound. This was some sort of relief, because in that very moment, he saw the guys with the wax strips in their hands, rubbing them to make them ready.
"Are you guys ready?!" asked Braxton out loud.
All of them cheerfully yelled Yes. Braxton had the honour of putting the first strip, and he picked the left armpit. He did it purposely in slow motion, enjoying James' eyes opening wider and wider as he watched the strip approach. When the boy felt that sticky thing on his skin, he knew there was no way back and took a deep breath. Braxton rubbed it against the skin, to make sure it got the most hair possible. Then, Braxton turned his head to pose for the camera that was filmimg it and the phones taking pictures of the moment, while James was glad that most of his face was covered by the tape. After that, hell broke loose. James felt strips being applied all over him. Since he was almost naked, his teammates had alot of skin to choose from. They even propped him a little forward trying to reach his back. This was a little painful, because it stretched his arms even more.
When they were done, they stepped back to see the jock covered in wax strips and to have some photos with the victim. Braxton had, once again, the honours and proceded to rip the strip off James' underarm. He was looking at the boy right in the eyes when he grabbed the tip of the strip. James' breathing was going faster.
"1..., 2...., 3!!". Braxton's loud voice mixed with James' muffled yelling, so no one could hear it.
Now, it was everyone's turn. They ran to grab a strip, whether they had put it on themselves or not. For James, it was an overwhelming feeling at first, but he went numb, what made it easier on him. When they had finished, James was really sticky, with bald patches from neck to toe. It was time for the second part. They started washing him with hot water and soap, scrubbing softly to remove the remaining wax. So many hands rubbing his almost naked body, together with the warm sensation on his now sensitive skin was making his little buddy react. This scared him to death. His boxer briefs were soaking wet, there was no way he could hide it and this rush was only making it worse. He had never felt more exposed and helpless in his whole life. But this was all part of Braxton's evil plan. Luckily for James, he wasn't such a douchebag. He was just messing with his head (I mean his mind). He was in charge of James' mid-low section, and managed to cover it up to everyone else's eyes.
Braxton got close to James' ear and whispered to him: "You better think of something ugly, dude". He went back to his position and addressed a smirk to James.
The jock focused on the humilliation he would have to face the next day and how angry he was now that he had figured out Braxton's plan. It worked. Then, they finished the bath, produced some shaving cream and applied it all over him, even on his head, although it wasn't going to be shaved.
Due to razors being more dangerous than wax strips, it was decided that only Braxton would shave the bound jock. He took his time, making jokes every now and then. James was trying not to move at all as he felt the razor's touch on his skin. Braxton was particularly delicate when he was shaving James' most ticklish spots, making the boy grunt as a complain. He took forever shaving his friend's armpits and belly, just around the navel and down the happy trail.
When he was finally done, James was almost as hairless as a newborn, except for the area covered by his underwear. The wet tape was removed from his waist and feet, but was quickly replaced. Then, the remaining rope was applied to his torso in an X shape, restraining his movements even more. The video was finished and the last photos were taken, leaving James and Braxton alone in the field.
Braxton played with the ball for a while, teasing James with the threat of being hit. When he got tired of it, he approached James slowly.
"I bet all that waxing and shaving made your skin really sensitive", he said while barely brushing his friend's sides with his fingers.
James opened wide his eyes and started shaking his head as he tried to say No under his gag.
"I'm sorry. Did you say something? I probably should remove the tape".
James nodded, since his mouth was dry and his jaw was starting to ache.
"I don't know if I'll ever have this chance again, so I AM going to tickle you. But I'm sure there's nobody near that could hear you and come to see what's up, maybe even join the fun." teased Braxton. When his hand was about to grab the tape, James shook his head again.
"You want to stay gagged?", said the boy, faking surprise.
James rolled his eyes and nodded.
"OK, if that's what you want"
Then Braxton began his vicious attack, with James completely defenseless. Braxton was right. James' skin was more sensitive and suffered from the tickling like never before. He tried thrashing around, but the rope on his torso and the tape on his wait prevented it. His arms were tied up so high, that he couldn't bend his elbows a bit when his friend/rival made his "pit stop". The sensation was electric and there was nothing he could do about it. Braxton even licked an armpit playfully, which made the tickling feeling go skyrocket. Braxton's fingers explored all the exposed flesh, causing the bound guy to squirm as much as he could. When he seemed ready to pass out, Braxton stopped. He peeled the tape that was gagging James, who quickly spat the sock.
"Are you alright?", asked Braxton with genuine concern.
"Yeah, I'm OK", said James, breathing heavily. "Are you done with me?" asked with some fear for the answer.
"Sure. Let's get you down of there."
Before Braxton started working on the ropes, James asked him for some water. He drank from the bottle that Braxton put close to his mouth.
"Thanks", said James with a sigh.
James got released and put his clothes back on, but they felt weird, maybe because of the sore skin and the lack of hair. James and Braxton walked together for a while, talking, as Braxton was trying to make sure his friend wasn't really angry for all that happened. James wasn't happy but, unlike with his brother's prank when he was younger, he knew he had agreed to do this, damn, he even insisted on it. He gave a tired smile to his now-buddy, letting him know everything was OK. Braxton put an arm around his shoulder and smiled broadly. They kept on walking and inadvertently, Braxton started leading the blond guy to his car. Since James had got there walking, he thought of it as a nice gesture. When they past the way to his place, James said it, but Braxton kept driving like he didn't hear him.
"Man, I'm really tired. Whatever it is you're planning, can we do it tomorrow?". The exhaustion was clear in James' voice.
They stopped in front of a place that James recognized immediately. It was the bar where his brother worked. His colors faded, fearing that Braxton would exhibit the video to make fun of him in front of his brother. This would be hell for the years to come. He knew Matt didn't have a facebook account and their social circles were very different. It would probably take long before he found out about this, and by then it would be old news, easier for James to handle. But now...
"Dude, don't do this. I'll be your assistant", James pleaded to an indifferent Braxton. As the dark boy started walking to the entrance, James said: "I'll, I'll... let you tie me up again, I swear".
A huge, mischievous smile appeared on the young man's face. "The offer is quite tempting, but I'm not here to embarrass you. I'm not even uploading the video. There will be enough photos, anyway. Just come with me, would you?", said Braxton.
James took his word and walked in with him, but instead of going straight to the bar, they entered a little side room. His surprise was inmense when he saw his older brother hogtied and gagged on top of a table. Darryl and another one of his teammates were next to him and smiling at James.
"This guy...", said Braxton pointing at Darryl, "he's great at tying people up. We thought it would cheer you up after a rough day"
The shame on Matt's face when he saw his brother staring at him in his current state could only be compared with James' joy for the same reason.
"We'll be at the bar having some beers. Don't take too long. He's been tied up since the afternoon"
In a heartbeat, all the events of the day disappeared in James' mind. Life was good, he thought as he walked to his brother, who showed his fear with an increasing moaning.