After waiting in the living room with the movie paused for a good 5 minutes, Michael began to wonder what was taking Justin so long.
"Just?" he shouted, but heard no answer from the back of the house, "guess I'll go see what's up" he said to Zach.
With Zach's eyes glued to his iPhone, Michael got up and walked into the Kitchen. He saw that his bedroom door was closed and thought that Justin might be on the phone with someone and wanted quiet or privacy. He gave the door a quick knock and still heard no answer from his friend. After quietly turning the doorknob, stepping into the pitch black room and turning the light on he was shocked by what he saw. Justin was laying on his stomach on the bed completely tied in a tight hogtie. He had duct tape wrapped thickly around his head covering his mouth which looked like had something stuffed in to keep him extra quiet.
The boys quickly locked eyes and Justin shouted "MMMMMPH" through his gag. "What the ffffffmmmff-!" shouted Michael, but it was too late. The boy was already handgagged from behind as Justin had originally been.
Michael struggled heavily, but he was wrapped up by the mans powerful arm, his large palm covering the boys mouth and keeping him silent. After a few more seconds of struggling and squirming the man spoke. "I've already been through this with your buddy here, and look how he ended up" he said as he forced Michael's line of sight in the direction of Justin. Michael could only stare at his friend who had obviously been jumped by this stranger, the same thing that was now happening to him. Justin kept still, already knowing that there was nothing he could do to help. His ties were far too tight.
Giving Michael several seconds to calm down the boys captor spoke again "I have a gun on me, and I don't want to use it but I will if you give me any reason." Justin looked at Michael and nodded. Michael's eyed started to tear up. Who is this guy in my house!? He has a gun?? he thought.
"I am going to release you now. One noise and you WILL regret it." said the kidnapper has he slowly released Michael from his grip. The boys were both sobbing at this point. They were afraid. Getting his first look at his attacker Michael tried hard to see his face through the mask but he couldn't. The guy was dressed in all black and was now standing with his gun in his hand. Michael was cornered with no escape.
The mans next word sent even more chills up Michaels spine. "Strip" he said, almost casually.
"What?" Sobbed Michael. "Why are you making m--" "STRIP! I'm not asking again!" he said more aggressively, cutting Michael off.
Michael dropped his head and sighed for a second before obeying the mans demand. He started with his sweatshirt and t-shirt, then after some hesitation dropped his sweatpants and slid his black ankle socks off. He stood still for a moment before grabbing the waistband of his tight blue boxer-briefs, "that's enough" said his captor, "on the floor".
Michael was hogtied on the floor the same was that Justin had been on the bed, with some additions. His wrists and ankles were tied tightly and together, putting the boy in a hogtie. Michaels arms were shorter than Justins causing him even more discomfort than his friend was feeling. Michaels arms were also tied to his body, the man coiling the white rope tightly around his chest and cinching it off in the back. His thighs were also tied above the knee. Amidst all this Michael was gagged with Justins other sock which still lay on the floor, his head wrapped with duct tape. He was completely immobile save for his ability to roll around uselessly on the floor.
The man stood up and again looked around the room at his work. Justin hadn't moved at all whereas as Michael had rolled and now had his back and feet against the wall opposite the bedroom door, which was now closed again. Michael had looked up and wondered why the man had forced him to strip to his underwear while Justin was still in his jeans and t-shirt, only being stripped of his socks which were now at work keeping both boys quiet. If his goal was to humiliate the boy it was certainly working. He was still sniffling but was no longer upset, just angry that this was happening. "MMPPHH!" he shouted as their kidnapper rested his heavy boot on the boys chest.
"Two down, one to go" Said the man out loud as he turned and began to exit the room, grabbing his black bag. Switching the light off he left the boys in pitch black darkness, slamming the door shut tightly to let them know they weren't going anywhere. After all of this Zach was completely unsuspecting. Heck, he'd hardly looked up from the game he was playing on his phone this entire time.
He wouldn't even know what was about to hit him when he looked up and saw a dark hooded figure standing in the kitchen doorway.
The first two were almost too easy. Justin-who's name he learned when Michael came looking for his friend-walked right into his little trap. After quickly moving down the side alley and up the back stairs to find the back door unlocked (which wouldn't have mattered, he could have picked the lock) he made his way to the kitchen to find that one of the boys was in the bathroom. This caused a complication, as his original plan was to storm into the living room with his gun out and forcing the three boys to the floor, tying them up and taking it from there. He would go to the back of the house and wait for this boy to go back into the living room, at which point he would carry out his original plan. He couldn't risk getting only two of them with the third locked in the bathroom able to call the police on his cell phone.
After hiding in the back bedroom opposite the one he entered he heard the bathroom door open. After a moment of silence he heard the boys quick conversation:
"Yo Mikey, mind if I borrow a pair of socks? I stepped in this puddle in the kitchen."
"That's weird" said the other, "Go for it, and don't forget my bottle of water!"
With the sudden realization that he had run through the heavy rain to get into the house the man thought that he was discovered. But these little idiots didn't even think twice, and before he knew it the light to the opposite bedroom was switched on. Now was his chance! He quickly moved in and subdued the boy - Justin - and gagged him with one of his own wet socks. The man laughed at the circumstance in his head as he poked at one of the boys bare feet, discovering his ticklishness by his flinching. That will come in handy later he thought.
Utilizing his intimidating but un-loaded pistol, forcing Michael to strip to his underwear was purely to humiliate the boy. He hated Michaels parents and their uppity attitude, and finally had their son hogtied on his bedroom floor to pay for it.
The man didn't know the third boys name, and decided to take a not so subtle approach this time. He left the bedroom, switching the light off to not only make the 2 feel even more helpless but also to make it difficult had they attempted some sort of escape. After making it to the kitchen doorway and causing the third boy to look up from his cellphone he realized how easy this was going to be.
"Haha, where'd you get that costume dude?" said he boy. He was taller than the other 2, and was now laying on the couch comfortably in his hoodie and grey sweatpants, white socked feet resting on the coffee table. The man said nothing as he approached the boy.
"That's pretty scary, what's in the bag?" he said as the man sat next to him on the couch, still silent. He wanted to see how long he could get away with this one for.
After a brief moment of silence the boy started babbling about something else "my mom keeps texting saying Zach do this, Zach do that, blah blah blah. I'm really happy I don't have to be home for a couple of weeks if I don't want to be." Behind his mask the man smiled. Not only had the just learned the boys name, but he now knew that no one would come looking for a couple of weeks. This absent minded little fuck doesn't even realize I'm not one of his friends.
"Where's Justin?" said the boy, Zach.
Now was his chance: "He's hogtied on Michael's bed" said the man, voice as deep and horrifying as ever.
The boys eyes widened "Wh-what?"
"You heard me you little prick" said the man as the stood up. He took his gun off of his waist. Zach hadn't even noticed it was there. "Make any move at all and I swear you will wish you hadn't been born."
The boy looked horrified but was silent, eyes trained on the gun. "Do what you want, just please don't hurt me!" Said the boy.
The man liked the sound of this. This one was submitting immediately. Time to store him away. "On your stomach, hands behind you" he said as he opened up his bag. The boy obeyed, laying on the couch and getting his arms pulled back. His wrists were tied tightly just as the others were. "Where are my friends?" he said. "You'll see" said the man as he reached into his bag and found his black rubber ball gag. "I've been waiting to use this" he said, "lucky you that you're the first!" And with that he reached around the boys head and shoved the rubber ball into this mouth with little objection save for a few faint groans. This ones scared, he thought. The straps were wrapped around Zach's head and fastened tightly in the back. He couldn't make an audible sound.
Zach was then lifted to his feet. "Walk" said the captor, "lets pay Mikey and Justin a little visit eh"?. Zach was marched to the back of the house, to the bedroom where Michael and Justin lay tied. Justin had rolled to his right side and was the first thing Zach saw as the light was flicked on. Michael was on his stomach on the floor, directly against the wall. None of the boys could speak, they could just look at each other with obvious fear in their eyes. The man noticed Justins hands and feet had looked red, he must have been struggling he thought, but it obviously didn't get the boy anywhere.
"Well well well" said the boys captor contemplating what he was going to say. "Looks like we're going to be having a little vacation after all." The 3 boys couldn't take it and began trying to shout through their gags, all failing to be heard by anyone other than the 4 in the room. "This ones going to spend the night in the next bedroom. As for me its been a long day and I'd prefer to be in bed on time." Said the man. "You all are my property for the next couple of weeks, or at least until I set you free. If I find that any of you have done something wrong, you, your 2 friends, or both will pay."
With that, he turned with Zach to exit the room. "Mikey...Justin....rest up". The light was again switched off and the door was slammed to the sounds of the boys MMMPPH'ing through Justins socks. "Now for your sleeping arrangements" he said as Zach was brought to the next room, the one the kidnapper initially hid in. Being in the master bedroom already, the man had scoped out the scene and knew how the third boy would be tied. He was thrown face-first onto the bed, his hands were untied. Zach felt the relief on his wrists if only for a brief couple of seconds. He was flipped onto his back, the man on top of him. His wrists were tightly re-tied in front of him and pulled above his head. They were fastened to a pole on the headboard of the bed. His ankles were also tied as he put up virtually no fight, the man noted. His feet were tied tightly to the pole at the foot of the bed, his body stretched uncomfortably on the huge bed. He was lightly drooling from the ball gag.
"That really was too easy" said the man and he checked over his knots. "Looks like you're here to stay as well" he said, patting the boys cheek. "Nighty night" he said as he left the room, slamming this door shut tightly as well.
He was tired. It was purely a desire of dominance. Kids these days had to be waited on hand and foot, and if he couldn't teach them all at least he had these 3 for some time.
He layed on the couch and started flipping through the channels. Wonder what's on.
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