Perhaps we could modify the story line a bit and sit on their chests for a day or two. The mere thought of it
makes me want to WD40 my irons and other toys. (BTW WD40 is made from fish oil and is non toxic - might be good for rehabbing gags as well. If anyone tries it let us know if your victim died on the table or not....)
Well, this won't be happening to Eric's captors at any point; at least, not by Eric himself. It likely will happen to Eric again eventually though, and perhaps to other characters to be introduced later as well. We'll see how it goes.Chapter Eleven – Walkies
Eric was led through the entire house and made to run the vacuum cleaner to thoroughly clean each room. Kevin held his leash, Chris supervised and pointed out spots Eric had missed (which seemed excessively numerous and probably in most cases completely imaginary), and Clark documented the entire procedure meticulously with his digital camera.
The housework wasn’t too hard despite the shackles and hobbles that hindered his movement; but the high-heeled slippers he was forced to wear on his feet were even worse than the hobbles. It seemed to take him forever to learn how to take more than two steps at a time in the things without losing his balance and falling into an undignified heap onto the floor.
Eric silently prayed that no one he knew would ever see the footage being recorded of him… or at least that no one would ever recognize him in this bizarre get-up.
After a couple of hours of cleaning house, the boys decided that Eric deserved a reward. “We’re going to talk you for a walk in the woods around the house,” Kevin suddenly announced. “Bet you’d like a little fresh air after being cooped up in here all morning.”
“Yes, I would,” Eric agreed humbly and quite truthfully. “But I won’t be able to walk around very well in these high-heel slippers you made me wear. They’re bad enough just moving around the house doing the housework.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got an entirely different set of gear for you to wear outside,” Chris replied.
Chris was definitely right about the outfit. The accursed thing looked like something Catwoman might have dreamed up. It was a body suit of thick black leather that covered Eric from head to toe. It included a black cat-like leather mask that entirely covered his face and head except for his eyes. His metal collar has been replaced with a thick black-leather collar to which the same heavy lad had been attached. A black set of briefs covered his waist area, and a set of black sandals had been placed on his feet. Although the mask covered his nose from view, he could breathe freely through his nostrils. Not so through his mouth however, as he now wore a thick and well-secured gag; pitch-black of course. The same set of manacles (trapping his wrists behind his back) and hobbles completed the outfit.
“I’m ready to walk the cat,” Kevin told his two brothers as he grasped the leash. “You two sure you don’t want to come along?”
“Naw, we’d better use the time to do our homework,” Chris told him. “Besides, it might be best if we took turns taking him for walks. That way we don’t have to walk as often as he does.”
“Okay, but it’s a beautiful day out there,” Kevin replied as he gently tugged on Eric’s leash. “Here, kitty kitty. Time for walkies.”
Eric was too relieved to go outside to be irritated. Besides, this was certainly more pleasant a prospect than doing the housework. Man, he hated raising dust, and he doubly hated the sound of a running vacuum cleaner.
Kevin led Eric out through the kitchen door. The dogs in the kennel began barking in excitement
As they smelled one of their owners outside plus the scent of the new houseguest. They settled down however when Kevin shouted a command to them to be quiet. He then led his new pet out past the barn where Eric had been kept locked for much of the previous afternoon and on out into the thick woods beyond.
Eric found the walk to be quite pleasant despite being manacled and hobbled. However, the afternoon was already a very warm one. Kevin wore little more than a set of shorts, socks, and sneakers; and so he seemed comfortable enough. But the get-up Eric wore was heating him up quite rapidly- making him sweat profusely and tire more rapidly than he had expected. He wished he could at least be rid of the leather mask over his face so that he could enjoy the slight breeze he could hear whistling through the leaves of the trees. But while he was gagged, he could not make his wishes known to his captor; and it was unlikely Kevin would have removed the mask for him in any case had Eric been able to ask him to do so.
Fortunately, with the hobbles on his feet, Eric was not set to a particularly strenuous pace by his captor, and so the heat did not get too intolerable.
After a half-hour, Eric realized that the two of them must have walked nearly a mile from the house. There were no signs that anyone else ever walked in these woods, and indeed Kevin showed no signs of concern that anyone else might spot the two of them and ask embarrassing questions. But even as ridiculously dressed as he was, Eric would have welcomed the sight of anyone who might get him out of the clutches of these evil boys who kept him captive.
Suddenly Eric felt a tug on his collar as his lash went taut. “Hold on a minute, I need to take a leak!” Eric told him as he wrapped the other end of the leash around a nearby tree trunk, faced away from Eric, and stepped behind the tree. Eric suddenly heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being undone and then the even more distinctive sounds of someone taking a tinkle.
Eric suddenly realized that he needed some sort of relief like that himself. His captors had given him plenty of water to drink while he had been doing the housework, and it was now rapidly filling his bladder even though he’d been offered a bathroom break before they left the house. And then a moment later Eric realized that another need could be fulfilled as well provided Kevin allowed him to do something about the first one!
The moment Kevin had finished and came back into sight, Eric began to try making his own needs known by hopping alternately on each foot and bending his abdomen as if in the grip of an acute attack of appendicitis.
“Gotta go too, huh?” Kevin asked a trifle snidely. “Can it wait until we get back home?”
Eric moved about even more wildly than ever to make clear the act that he couldn’t wait another minute; which was close enough to being true to be utterly convincing.
“Oh, all right,” Kevin said with a sigh of ill-concealed impatience as he pulled a key out of his pocket. “We don’t want you getting your new outfit all wet, now do we? Now hold still and I’ll release one of your wrists. Once I re-manacle your wrists in front of you, you should be able to pull down your briefs and leggings down enough to do what you need to do.”
Kevin stepped behind Eric and unlocked the manacle on his captive’s left wrist. “Okay, put your wrist in front of you,” he told Eric in a bored voice.
Eric moved his wrists in front of him all right, but he didn’t wait for the boy to re-lock the manacles upon his left wrist again. Instead, with as much speed as he could manage while his legs were still hobbled, he wheeled around and launched a body tackle against his smaller captor. Eric didn’t want to hurt Kevin, but he knew that he would be at a severe disadvantage if Kevin was able to retaliate quickly. So Eric tackled the boy with all the strength he could muster, with a hard elbow right to the solar plexus knocking the boy sprawling onto his back.
Eric launched himself on top of the stunned boy as he lay prone on the ground and grabbed the manacle key where it had fallen close beside him. Then Eric began searching Kevin’s pants pockets for the keys to his leg hobbles; if he could get free of those, he’d be able to escape easily and find help. A single 13-year-old boy would be unable to either out-run or out-fight him once he got his legs as well as his arms free; after all, Eric outweighed him by over fifty pounds!
There was just one problem with this notion: There were no other keys in Kevin’s pockets. Eric searched the boy thoroughly twice before the horrible realization bore into him and filled him with dread. Kevin had not brought the hobble key with him. He must have left it back home – probably on purpose to prevent exactly what Eric was now trying to do!
All Kevin seemed to have on him was a small cell phone clipped to the belt line of his shorts, but the thick gloves covering Eric’s hands and fingers made him unable to un-clip it. He could not use it now while he was gagged, but if he could get the manacles off his wrists and remove the gag afterward, he could use it to call for help.
Eric was beginning to recover his senses and looked at Eric with an expression that filled the would-be-escapee with fright. Eric might be considerably larger than Kevin was, but with his legs still hobbled it would be difficult to overcome the boy if he got back onto his feet.
The sensible thing to do might have been to pin the smaller boy underneath him and try to force him into helping him escape; perhaps by removing his gag and allowing him to use the cell phone to call for help. But the look of utter fury on Kevin’s face filled Eric with total panic. Instead of taking advantage of his momentary superior tactical position, he grabbed the manacle key, surged to his feet, and – forgetting his attempt to take Kevin’s cell-phone - attempted to flee as quickly as the hobbles would allow him to. He could not run, but he found he could make greater progress than the shuffle he expected if he hopped along like a kangaroo.
However, Eric tried frantically to unlock the manacle around his remaining wrist as he hopped along down the trail, and the resulting distraction proved to be his undoing.
Realizing he was unable to unlock the remaining manacle and flee at the same time, and finding hopping along to be too exhausting, Eric stopped and began to concentrate on undoing the lock.
Before he quite succeeded, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps alerted him to immediate danger. Eric turned around to defend himself. He caught one brief glimpse of an utterly furious thirteen-year-old boy charging at him; a large stick shaped like a crude shillelagh clutched tightly in one fist and raised upright to strike. Then, before Eric could dodge or adequately brace himself, A clout to the side of his head sent him sprawling backward to the ground; a muffled squeal escaping from his still tightly-gagged mouth.
Before Eric could even begin to recover his reeling senses, the stick struck him again upon his shoulders. Then again on his chest. And then again on his arms. And then again on his legs. Eric writhed and thrashed and squirmed underneath the assault and attempted to curl his body into a tight fetal position. Unimpressed, the furious boy stood directly over Eric and rained blow after blow upon his body in rapid succession… pelting every part he could reach indiscriminately and with all the strength his adrenalin-charged young body could muster. Kevin might have weighed only 125 pounds, but he was athletic and young, and his stamina made up for any lack of strength he might have had because of his size. Eric felt himself rapidly weakening under the assault, but Eric showed no signs whatsoever of letting up on his assault.
Eric squealed piteously through his gag, attempting to beg for mercy. Kevin made almost equally incomprehensible but definitely angry noises every time he struck his victim with his crude cudgel as he continued to beat Eric into complete submission.
Eric rolled over onto his back and flung his arms protectively out in front of him; making the loudest and most piteous noises he could manage through his gag while looking up at his assailant with pleading eyes.
Kevin paused a moment, looked as if he was prepared to continue beating his victim, and then – with evident effort – lowered his weapon. “Stay right there,” he commanded Eric as he slowly lowered his arm – still tightly clutching the stick – and fumbled for the cell phone clipped to his belt loop with the other. “Don’t move a damned muscle until I say so,” Kevin continued; still standing directly over the mostly recumbent Eric. “You make one move, and I’ll beat you to within an inch of your sorry life!”
Eric did his very best to act like a stone statue while Kevin flipped open his phone, hit speed-dial and then the call button. Kevin had thought that he had been afraid of his captors already before this, but now he began to understand what fear truly was. Older and heavier than his captor he might be, but Eric was now utterly terrified of what this smaller boy could (and would) do to him if he even so much as twitched a finger.
“Hi. Yeah, he tried to escape all right. Come on over.” Kevin said tersely into his phone.
He flipped the phone shut again and clipped it one-handed back onto his belt. He had barely finished when Chris and Clark suddenly came into sight from the way Eric and Kevin had come.
“We know you’d try something stupid given half a chance,” Kevin told Eric as the other two boys came running up. “They’ve been following fairly close behind us ever since we left the house.”
As the others reached them, Kevin calmly stepped away from Eric’s body. “Stand up,” he told his captive with a snarl, “and back up against that tree behind you.”
Eric hesitantly did as he was told; wondering how the three boys were going to punish him.
As if following a carefully-planned script, Clark suddenly climbed up the tree Eric was backing up to as quickly and lithely as a monkey would have; crouching several feet up where a large branch protruded from the main trunk.
“Raise your hands high above your head,” Kevin sternly bade Eric as he held the blunt end of his crude shillelagh up against his captive’s throat threateningly.
Eric immediately complied. Crouching at the base of the branch just above him, Clark reached down and grasped the set of manacles that still dangled loosely from Eric’s right wrist. With a quick motion he looped the chain over the branch and then locked the free shackle around Eric’s left wrist; leaving Eric’s arms trapped directly over his head. He was unable to lower his arms again more than an inch or two.
Clark cheerfully jumped down from the tree and watched Kevin confront Eric.
“I ought to beat you to a pulp after what you did,” Kevin snapped. “Not just for the escape, but for assaulting me as well. For that, I’m going to beat you up! But not with this!” he continued as he held up the stick he’d used as a weapon. He then casually tossed it away behind him and then adopted the fighting stance of a boxer.
“I’m going to beat you up until my arms get tired,” Kevin explained. “If you manage to take it like a man; that will be the end of your punishment. We’ll take you back home, and you’ll even get dinner and a bed complete with mattress to sleep on tonight. But if you cry out for mercy before I’m done, well… I’ll stop all right. But you’ll get no dinner… no mattress… and you’ll spend the night down in our recreation room inside a cage – once we’ve tried out a few of our toys on you. You’d be better off taking your beating and getting it over with.”
Eric nodded bleakly; making no attempt to speak through his gag. He could only hope that this small boy wouldn’t be able to hit him with his bare fists hard enough to really hurt him.
But Eric had badly underestimated Kevin’s physical strength and stamina. The angry boy was a virtual dynamo as he launched punch after punch on Eric’s defenseless body. A few jabs went to the face, and a few went just above his groin. The majority however slammed directly into his belly, and it was not long before Eric began to hurt there more than he ever had done before in his entire life. To his credit, Kevin did not kick him as well, nor did he aim any punches directly at Eric’s groin. But his punches to Eric’s breadbasket were harder, faster, and more numerous than Eric would have previously believed possible. Before the younger boy had even begun to work up a sweat, Eric was pleading for mercy as loudly as he could through his gag.
“Couldn’t take it, huh?” Kevin said with a contemptuous snort as he desisted punching his victim’s belly. “Well, before the night is out you’re going to wish that you had!”
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