It was the end of summer and the beginning of college fall semester but the Georgia air was still humid and warm.
Off campus, young sophomore Ethan was asleep in his apartment. He was a fit, shorthaired, clean cut young man. An aspiring business major who enjoyed kickboxing.
Two young men, disguised with neoprene ski masks, quietly entered his apartment as he slept. They were local kids looking for any valuables that would allow them to buy drugs. One of them had blonde hair draping out of their mask, the other had brown hair.
Ethan woke up, however, and noticed the intruders in his place. He grabbed a nearby golf club and prepared to defend his home. Upon making his way into the hall, though, the robbers noticed of him and quickly pounced on Ethan before he could take defensive action.
The two thieves pinned him to the floor and held him down. Ethan, only wearing his underwear, experienced awful carpet burn in the struggle. That, and the pressure of their weight holding him down firmly was defeating.
Ethan tried to yell for help, though, hoping to alert the neighbors in his apartment complex, but the blonde thief cupped his hand over his mouth while the brown-haired robber flipped him over on his stomach. They bound his hands behind his back using a nearby extension cord they yanked from the wall.
Ethan buckled, fighting as much as he could underneath them. They flipped him back around and punched him in his gut, just above his belly button. He groaned and finally submitted, whimpering.
The burglars dragged him in to his living room and found a nearby sock, from his pair he wore recently at the gym, and shoved it in to his mouth. The blonde burglar held his hand over Ethan's mouth once more, keeping the sock in place, while the other searched for something to secure the gag.
On the coffee table, he found his gym bag and removed a roll of white athletic tape. The brown haired thief was about to start wrapping Ethan's face when the blonde stopped him.
"Wait! Wait!" he said. "Let's get his phone passcode first." He said.
They grabbed Ethan's iPhone from the coffee table and demanded his passcode. The blonde one briefly removed his hand and allowed the sock to spill out of his mouth.
"Scream and we'll kill you. The code!" the blonde one demanded again.
"23445" Ethan easily gave up.
"Good boy!" they said, and verified that unlocked his phone.
They noticed a recent dialogue of text between Ethan and a guy named, Nate. They were sparing partners it seemed, doing an early morning workout in a few hours. "Guess you'll be skipping your morning workout, tough guy!" the brown-haired robber laughed as he placed the mobile phone in his pocket.
Going back to business, the blonde punk shoved his dirty sock back in Ethan's mouth. The brown-haired thug then used the athletic tape to wrap Ethan's mouth shut. Layer after layer was wrapped around Ethan's face, as his moans were increasingly] silenced.
Ethan experienced genuine terror as he realized he was gagged, unable to speak or make any noise.
The two thugs hoisted him up, threw him in to the chair next to his computer desk. Using hand wraps for boxing they found in his gym bag, they tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Then, also thanks to his gym bag's contents, they used jump rope to tie his chest to the back of the chair.
"Mmmphhh!" Ethan grunted, feeling the pressure of the cloth jump rope pressing his bare chest flesh against the chair. It was so tight!
They punched him again in his stomach, tell him to stop making so much fuss. He slightly slumped over in defeat, as much as the restraints would let him of course. Ethan knew he couldn't do anything about his situation.
The blonde thief found more extension cords from the entertainment center, yanking it out violently from the wall. He and his fellow burglar used the cords to secure Ethan's thighs to the backing of the chair which now forced his legs to spread apart.
Ethan, clad only in his white tighty-whitey underwear, had his crotch exposed and was vulnerable in that wooden chair.
They grabbed a shirt from the gym bag. It was his sweaty t-shirt that he had worked out in. They used it as a blindfold on Ethan.
The robbers mocked him for his stinky kickboxing gear. "You ever wash your shit?" the blonde one asked. Then, he spat in his face. The spit landed on the t-shirt blindfold and dribbled down Ethan's nose, to his taped-up mouth, rubbing it all over his face.
Satisfied with the bondage job on their victim, the young thugs returned to their main task. They continued to rob young, helpless Ethan of his belongings. They took whatever they could fit in their bag. His wallet, his GoPro, even his Blu-ray DVD player in one of the backpacks.
Ethan, assuming they were now ignoring him, struggled in his bonds, trying to get loose. He tugged at the cord binding his wrists. He buckled in his wooden chair. He wiggled his feet, trying to loosen up his hand wraps. It wasn't pleasant for him as each struggle in bondage pressed the restraints against his bare skin. "Mmmphh" he moaned quietly.
