Page 43 of Forever Finn
“What’s going on?” I ask suspiciously.
“Wyatt,” Jesse begins seriously. “I just want you to know that we all care deeply about you and consider you one of us, so with that in mind, I’m sorry…”
“For what?” I frown in confusion.
“Just remember this is done with love.”
“What are yo–”
“GET HIM!” Deak bellows, and the next thing I know, I’m being tackled to the ground by four full grown men.
“What the fuck, man?” I wrestle against them.
“Jesus, Wyatt,” Nat pants as he throws his full weight over my thighs. “You’re like a wall of muscle. What are you, the fucking Hulk?”
“He’s Canadian.” Deak presses down on my chest, trying to pin my arms. “He’s probably been playing hockey since he was in nappies.”
Peanut, thinking this is a great game is climbing all over me, alternating between licking my face and trampling all over my balls enthusiastically.
“Peanut, cut it out,” I growl.
“Wyatt, for God’s sake, stop squirming. This is for your own good,” Jesse tells me innocently as I hear the unmistakeable ripping sound of duct tape.
“What the–”
Next thing I know, my feet are bound together as Beck holds them down and my arms are taped across my chest. They roll me over and mash my face into the carpet as they bind me. When they finally roll me back over, I glance up into the apologetic eyes of Colin as he tears off another small strip of duct tape.
“What the hell are you morons– hmmmnghhughgggmmmn.”
“I’m really sorry.” Colin winces as he presses the tape across my mouth and pats it down gently a couple of times. “They told me to, and I’m really not good with peer pressure.”
“Mghhunsm… ughhnnm….eughmahhnnam….ugrhhhnnmnanm….”
“What did he say?” Deak blinks at Jesse.
“Never mind, we don’t have time to translate.” He glances down at this watch. “Kyan should be there by now. Grab his feet.”
I glance down to see Beck grab my feet, Nat grabs my legs, Deak at my waist and Jesse with his arms looped under my armpits.
“Okay, on three,” Deacon tells the others. “One … two…”
“Wait,” Beck interrupts. “Do we go on three or after three?”
“On,” Nat replies Deak says, “after.”
“Well, which is it, on or after?” Beck frowns.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. My arms are going numb… just pick him up.” Jesse rolls his eyes as he stands abruptly, giving the others no choice but to follow.
The air is filled with grunts and groans.
“Fuck me, Wyatt, what did you eat for breakfast?” Deacon grunts.
“I told you,” Nat wheezes. “Even his muscles have muscles.”
“It’s like lifting The Rock, and I’ve only got his feet,” Beck pants.
“Go, go, go,” Jesse gasps as he drags us all toward the front door. “Colin, make sure the door’s locked behind us.”