The Great Prank

“Yes, Mom, I got the milk. I’m around the corner.” Chris Tye sighed as his mother spoke.
“Don’t you take that tone with me, Christopher. Now get back here and clean your room.” With that, she hung up. Chris was turning the corner when he was grabbed from behind. Three pairs of arms pulled his hands behind his back, one covering his mouth to muffle his shout. The milk fell to the ground, the plastic carton cracking, spilling all over the sidewalk.
“Hllph! Mmph!” Chris thrashed, trying to escape, but it was three on one, and they slowly managed to drag him backward, into a van. Chris shook his head in an effort to loosen the hand over his face, his black and white dyed hair falling into his cobalt blue eyes. As the hands shoved him, facedown, onto the floor, he froze. He knew this van. It was his van. “Mmph!” Someone laughed.
“Knew you’d figure it out eventually. Now hold still, Chris. This is for your own good,” Jonny drawled. Chris kicked out, and felt his foot collide with flesh. Someone cried out, then there was the sound of tape coming off the roll. A hand yanked at his shirt, popping the buttons and stripping it off.
“This’ll do the trick,” Chris’s friend Nelson said. Jonny grabbed his legs while Nelson began wrapping the tape around his ankles, over his jeans. Chris squirms as his best friends tied him up, taping his legs again just above the knees, as well as his wrists, and again around his arms and bare chest. Then they bent his knees and taped his wrists to his ankles. Chris moaned as they walked around to his head. Someone was still holding his mouth shut. Jonny knelt and grinned.
“And now, for the finishing touch.” The hand left his mouth as he pulled out a black rubber ball. Chris paled.
“Oh, no.” Jonny grinned, and Chris struggled as hard as he could to escape. “Jonny, please!” His friend grabbed his chin. “Nononononono-mmph!” As he tried to shove it out, Jonny covered his mouth with tape, wrapping it around his head. Nelson laughed.
“It’s a good look for you.” Jonny started up the van, and Chris whimpered. As much as he loved his buddies, he couldn’t really trust them not to leave him at the post office with stamps plastered to his chest. The third person walked around to face him. It was his brother, Trevor. Trevor didn’t speak; he  just knelt and tied a cloth around Chris’s eyes.
“You’ll thank me later,” he said as Chris tried desperately to get it off. “Besides, I’m having too much fun with this so don’t even bother asking.” Chris sighed and went limp. His muscles were aching, and his jaw hurt. Finally the van stopped, and the guys picked him up. He didn’t want to get dropped, so he held still as they carried him into a house. As he felt the cold wind from the air conditioner, he heard a new voice.
“You can bring him up here, guys.” Chris almost started crying. It was Denise’s brother, Rick. Denise, his crush. Which meant he was in her house. Only Trevor had known about that, but Chris wouldn’t put anything past him. Finally they set him down on something soft and pulled off the blindfold. It took him a moment to register the wave of pink, and another to realize he was in Denise’s room. On her bed. Tied up. Without a shirt.
“Mmph!” He pleased silently with his friends’ sanity, but it was a hopeless case. Trevor pulled out a bottle and a rag.
“Don’t let the love bugs bite.” Then the rag was pressed over his face, and he passed out.