Human art, but I figured you guys might like a nice tape gag. Story below

Jake took his camera everywhere. He considered himself a regular reporter. He liked to hang out in town, waiting for trouble to start so he could take pictures, conduct interviews and take notes. The police didn’t seem to like him much. He was considered a bit of a nuisance. They arrested him once. They even got the leather muzzle out for those especially loud prisoners, for his own good of course; when he started asking questions about all the other prisoners in the cells, and what they were in for. They even kept him muzzled when they drove him home. Gabby lads like Jake always talk their ways into trouble. That’s what they told him, not that he learned from it.

It was during a conversation with his mum in the kitchen, the same old “when are you gonna get a proper job? You’re 21 now, I need you to pay rent.” She always fired at him, that he noticed something. “Hold on, mum, I left my laptop upstairs.” He shouted hastily, before storming up to his room, his strawberry blonde hair flopping about as he did so. He nabbed his camera and pointed it discretely out the window. It was his next door neighbour, wearing thick, yellow rubber gloves, a blue apron, and a dust mask, heavily geared up, dragging something out from the shed. He dropped it down for a second as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Jake snapped a couple pics, trying to get a better view of the thing he was carrying. It appeared to be wrapped in this padded foam stuff, the kind you find in mattresses, and that was held on with tightly wrapped duct tape. The most disturbing thing was.. the THING appeared to be human sized. He opened his eyes widely for a second. It appeared to be moving. He couldn’t tell if it was just a side product of being dragged by his neighbour, or if something, or someone, really was wriggling around in there. His shock soon turned to excitement though. He was soon to play the reporter-turn-hero and bust this case wide open.

“Gabby lads like you always talk your way into trouble.” The advice from the policemen rang through Jake’s head as he prepared to knock on the neighbour’s door. Then he remembered being cuffed in the back of that police car, with the brown leather muzzle tightly strapped onto his face. The officers laughing at him and his muffled moans. It reminded him of college, and the hazing that felt more like some kind of weird bondage play. Not that there was anything wrong with that, he’d just rather be on the other side of the ropes. He gave himself one final look over in the front door window’s reflection, he wanted to make sure he looked as cute as possible. He was pretty sure this neighbour was into men too, and he wanted to get him on his side. Suddenly, the door opened.

“Uhh.. hi?” The neighbour looked somewhat disgruntled, he was in his dressing gown, his short brown hair was a mess, and his eyes were narrow, with his crows feet almost enveloping them. His big moustache emphasised his glum expression. He was quite a large man, muscular and stocky, but with a bit of a dad bod. Jake forgot his name for a second. “Hi Mr…”
“Thompson.” The neighbour finished for him. Jake nervously ran his hand through his hair. He had his best stud earring in, a cute, pink oversized jumper that matched his pastel yellow low top canvas shoes, and a pair of baby blue skinny jeans. He was single strapping his blue backpack. He was certain he looked adorable. “I’ve started pet sitting! And I’ve seen how cute your dog is, I was wondering if you needed any help this week.”
“I don’t really pay for animal care, sorry.”
Shit, he was losing him.
“I was thinking of doing a practice shift. Without charge.” Jake shot his best puppy dog eyes.
“Hmm. Alright then.” Mr Thompson gestured for him to come in.
Jake stepped past him and instantly went to cuddle the dog, a ginger lab. He slyly looked around for possible signs of the thing. Mr Thompson got a glimpse of Jake’s tight, clean, white underwear. One of his freshest pairs. The older ones had gone quite loose after all the wedgies he suffered in college. “She just needs fresh water, feeding with one tin of —“ Jake drowned him out. He knew how to care for a dog. He just needed to get a start date. He stood up. “So when can I start?”
“If you give me a chance to shower I can get you round today. I have some errands I need to run.”
“Perfect.” Jake smiled. “I can wait here if you like, get to know her.”
“Thanks, Jake.”

Jake seized his opportunity. The second his neighbour went upstairs, he started quietly rooting through cupboards, trying to find some kind of evidence of what he saw in the garden. Then he saw a set of stairs down to the basement. It wasn’t common for houses in this neighbourhood to have basements. That’s when he heard it. A quiet “mmmmph…” followed by a second one. And another. Jake slowly traipsed down the stairs, pulling his camera out of his bag. That’s when he spotted them. In the centre of the room was the wriggling cocoon of duct tape and foam, but that’s not what the noises were coming from. Against the wall, sat three young men, bound tightly in tape, in their underwear, gagged with a few tape strips and blindfolded with a few more tape strips. He snapped a few photos with his camera before doing anything else. The moaning got louder when the victims heard something Jake didn’t. He was flashing back hard to college, when him and those two other lads were mummified and then stuffed in adjacent lockers. He didn’t notice anyone was behind him until he felt the damp rag hit his face, and the smell of chloroform filled his lungs, and his eyes slowly began to close…

Jake lazily sat up. His head had been slumped over for a good couple hours. He felt cold. When he looked down, he was sitting in just his tightly whities and his trainer socks. A shiver ran down his spine. His arms were bound tightly round his back with tape, and his ankles were taped together also. He was tied to the only chair in the room, and his mouth had three, thick, shiny strips of tape clamping it shut, stuffed with a thick wad of cotton, which Jake could tell by the taste, was underwear. He was ashamed to note how close it tasted to the jockstraps he was fed and gagged with in college. He heard footsteps. “Mmmmph! Mmmmrrrrphhhh! MMN! MMMMN!!” He moaned as loudly as he could. Occasionally it worked in the past. If the right person heard. “Noone’s going to hear you. There aren’t even any adjacent basements, Jake.”
But not today. Mr Thompson began pulling his rubber gloves on. He was wearing his apron and his mask was around his neck. Jake saw the roll of tape on the table, and wondered how long it would be before his eyes would be taped shut too.

“Quite a curious lad, aren’t you? If you knew what you were doing, you’d have checked the shed.” Mr Thompson pulled his dust mask up. Jake looked at him curiously. “Mmph?” He had an eyebrow raised. Mr Thompson took out a scalpel.
“Mmph! Mmmmmmph!”
“Calm down, it’s not for you.” He gently cut into the wriggling foam cocoon, opening it up. “Cocoons are for metamorphosis. And you’re gonna get a glimpse of your next form, Jakey boy.” Mr Thompson analogised gruffly, as he pulled the foam apart, releasing what was inside.

All Jake could see was shiny and jet black, in the shape of a man. It sat up. It moved its hooded head like it was looking around, but Jake knew for a fact it couldn’t see. It was latex. It squeaked as it tried to move. The hood was extremely smooth, and vaguely outlined the man underneath’s face, until it cupped out at around the mouth, that fed into a long tube leading to a shiny, black rebreather bag that puffed in and out with every loud breath. The man underneath mmphed quietly. “The three other boys are undergoing their rubberisation as we—well, as I speak.” Jake’s eyes widened with fear as the penny finally dropped. He had been in bondage many times in the past couple years, but this is the first time it might be permanent. He moaned loudly as he wriggled in his seat. “I think you’ve seen enough.” The masked man said as he reached for the roll of tape on the table. His intimidating figure loomed over the lad as he stretched out a nice big strip, before tearing it with his rubber gloved hands, and everything went black…