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5. Snatched Away
There was enough equipment to ensure a safe transfer. This William knew what he did, and with all the straps, reins and harnesses he had, he could do what Simon deemed a competent job at keeping complete control at all times.
Simon had his pride, and he resisted, flailing an arm left unattended, but his opponent had the upper hand and seized it. A smack over his bottom was also a response to his attempts at rebellion.
The brothers had customized the car seat, wrapping leather buckles with rings, adding many anchoring points to strap down the passenger and keep him against the seat.
It felt it was taking long to Simon, but his antagonist was very careful and thorough. He wrapped a harness that kept his arms tightly bound behind his back, his hands cupping his elbows. There was some set of straps for his legs that encircled them at seven places, three of which were also fixed to the car.
William took care of his passenger’s head last. There were thin straps to pin it to the headrest.
“A final touch to make sure you can travel incognito and you won’t be bothered by admirers.”
William grabbed a flesh-colored leather mask, which he used to conceal the many layers gagging the abducted boy. He applied it over Simon’s face and used thin ribbons to keep it pinned there. He then put a black wig on top.
William went out the car to have a look. He smiled at Simon, whom he faced directly. He came to the door.
“The illusion is perfect, there’s no way to tell you’re not just a regular passenger, a rather peaceful and calm one, of course. I’ll get our pole in the car and we can be on our way.”
Once he’d dismantled the platform and put everything in the trunk, William climbed in the driver’s seat.
“I’ve taken good note you resisted me and even rebelled. We’ll have to start training you to our ways. Let’s go, we’ve got a busy schedule ahead.”
The car drove slowly throughout the estate. There was very little staff left this late in the evening, but an accident had to be avoided, and of course, William didn’t want to attract his dad’s attention to his whereabouts. He parked in the shade of the large building where they’d performed the photo shoot.
“It’ll take me a minute, Simon, so stay put while I go get the last of the suitcases we left there. I’ll even leave the windows slightly open so you may breathe, you’ve sweated enough in your booth.”
Simon was puzzled by this sudden concerned for his thermal well-being. He sat, feeling for his restraints now he was on his own. He saw the door through which William walked open. Horace and Moe got out.
They didn’t hear him. They were engaged in a passionate discussion.
“No way, Moe! Being paid doesn’t justify everything. This little ginger fruitcake seemed to get a big kick from being seen in bonds, but I don’t think we want to be associated with this order.”
“Come on Horace, it was an easy job and…”
Despite Simon’s wailing and shouting through the gag, the two men had walked by him without being the least aware of his presence. They soon were gone, and it took another two minutes to see William get out, a large case in each hand.
He opened the car’s back door and laid his packages over the seats.
“It’s all cleaned up and tidy, as my father likes it, Simon.”
He climbed to the driver’s seat.
“You’ve waited for me quite patiently. Did you see Horace and Moe? I was a bit worried they’d stay close to the car, but fortune favors the bold. Another lost opportunity for you, my friend. Theo must be waiting for us, let’s go and pick him up.”
The car rolled off slowly. They exited through the large gate and parked behind another large black car.
William remained quiet. Simon was of course busy feeling his bonds, and his twitching didn’t trigger a remark from his captor.
It was five minutes later, from the clock on the dashboard, that Simon saw Theodore cross the road just in front of their car. He wasn’t alone; he was with a red-haired boy, with the same unmistakable style as Simon, and who wore the same clothes the young escape artist had on in the morning.
Simon could hear Theodore’s loud voice.
“Thank you very much for your time and patience, Simon!”
“You’re welcome, it was fun. Call me anytime!”
Inside the car, Simon’s filled lungs emptied in a long wail meant to be heard by the newcomer from the outside.
It was no use, and the boy cheerfully climbed in the large car. It started. Theodore climbed in the back seat.
“Mission accomplished. Everybody saw Simon leave, so as far as people here are concerned, you’re headed back to your circus. So William, did he give you a hard time?”
“He’d started freeing himself, you know. He’s an expert at his trade, and we’ll have to watch out for any trick he could pull. But I managed. This actor did a good job playing Simon. Now, our young escape artist is ours. It’ll take three more days before they notice your disappearance back at the circus, and by then you’ll be safely stored away for our kidnapping pleasure.”
“Talking of which,” his brother said, “why don’t you start and get us going? There’s a nice place we’ve got to show Simon.”
“Yes,” Will said, starting the ignition, “Get him his sunglasses, will you, Theo?”
The sunglasses were actually blinding glasses, and as the car picked up speed, Simon could no longer see the road.
“Just a little precaution, we want to keep our little haven secret.”
Though they kept him from seeing how to get there, the two siblings discussed at length of the estate they were going to.
“This is an estate that has been our family property for almost a century. We go there all the time, and I’m sure you’ll like this location, Simon.”
“There are woods, pastures, a pond. It’s great for hunting or fishing. There are lots of outdoor spots where no one ever comes, so we may take him for walks, can’t we, Will?”
“We sure can. Do you like fishing, Simon?”
They expected an answer. Simon gave the single grunt to approve.
“Do you like taking walks?”
He answered positively again.
“Do you like exploring nature?”
It was another yes.
“I’m sure you must be keen on being kept bound and gagged for days on end, aren’t you?”
Simon denied with two grunts, but it didn’t move his antagonist.
“You’ll love our estate, then. No doubt we can have some outdoors fun too. But we have plenty of buildings to show you: the hunting lodge, the summer house, the boat house… Lots of useful places to keep a kidnapped boy incommunicado.”
“We won’t be disturbed, and it’s unlikely we’ll get anyone coming in.”
“You’re right, Theo, we’re remote enough not to have nosy people coming to bother us. But don’t worry, Simon, this doesn’t mean you’re not going to be gagged, I know how much you like it.”
“And there are lots of places to choose from. I’m all for trying them out all before we pick the best for Simon’s long term stay.”
Simon’s whispers barely rose above the sound of the engine, but they delighted William nonetheless.
This playful banter didn’t reassure Simon. His abductors had not seemed particularly mean, yet they were prepared and they seemed serious in abducting him. If they’d really planned well, there was little chance he could be found.
The car slowed down, and it eventually stopped.
“We’re there, Simon, our little ranch where you’re going to become our highest-value piece of cattle.”
“A calf or a piglet?” Theo wondered, stepping out to open a gate. Simon heard the creaking metal, and he heard it once the car had passed the gate. Theo climbed back, the gate secure behind them.
“We’ll have you enjoy the outdoors first. There are beautiful trees you might get acquainted with.”
The glasses were first to go; the evening sun wasn’t so bright anymore. They were in woods, it seemed, the narrow dirt road was in the shade. His limited field of vision still allowed to see hundreds of feet ahead, but they were indeed in a secluded location.
“We’ll take a little time to provide you with some comfort. You might be thirsty, and we’re going to get you into clean clothes.”
This made Theodore laugh. He took stuff from outside the trunk. He joined his brother to get Simon out of the car. His arms had stayed in the binder keeping his forearms united.
They were in some sort of clearing, and the straight and smooth trunks of the trees had to be the feature this place offered, if he’d understood their innuendoes.
“His bonds hold, this is good stuff you used, Will. Now, should we make the first tie-up a rope-only one?”
“Sure, it’s better with a challenge.”
Resisting against two determined and coordinated foes was hopeless, yet Simon tried his best to move his limbs when they were freed, but the grasp his captors had of these moments made them futile.
As they released his restraints, they also removed his suit.
“Clean clothes first.”
Simon was glad they didn’t just rip his burglar suit off, but he soon was in the nude. The leather harness reinforcing his gag prevented him from begging and they didn’t leave him in the buff for long.
“This is what Simon fans actually expect,” William said as he slid the blue silk briefs up his legs, finally adjusting it so it would wrap his mid-section and keep him totally decent. “I’ve done my homework, my friend; I read the novel telling of your adventures. I managed to get proper clothing and equipment so you’d be on familiar ground.”
“You sure put a lot of time in preparing gear for our friend’s visit. You visited a few stores too. Now, let’s get going with the fun stuff,” Theo said, brandishing rope, nifty coiled and ready to ensnare and imprison.
They pushed their prisoner back against a plane tree; they would soon weave a rope cage around their captive. Considering his foe’s source for inspiration, Simon tried to picture what was coming next.
Simon had a hard time believing how skillful the siblings were. They had managed to peel off his suit while keeping most cuffs and locks chained, working in respectful order to make this possible while keeping a large amount of control over their rather unhappy camper. His wrists were free, yet they pulled his elbows tightly together.
The same teamwork went on to truss Simon up to the tree trunk. They used all four hands to hold his limbs while they freed them from the chains to add turns of the soft white cotton rope around his limbs, and linking them to the tree. Once his arms and ankles were tightly roped, they went on with his torso and his legs.
The hands over Simon’s body weren’t shy and didn’t keep away from his private parts. William started over the bonds to restrain his thighs at their very top four times, and his fingers brushed over Simon’s manhood every time.
The thin and small piece of underwear enhanced Simon’s growing penis; the contact of foreign fingers got it to shake and quiver, tenting the gleaming fabric. William pointed the phenomenon to his brother.
The brothers went over every turn and every knot, getting some slack off with four or five passes. William tended to rub Simon’s cock or pat his bum, but his primary purpose was to fine-tune his rope work. The challenge was his first concern; getting a good look and a good feel at the lithe bound body was the cherry on top.
“I think we’ve done a good job. Simon must remember where and when he got trussed up this way.”
Simon’s memories of such moments were many, but the young man had hinted at his capture by Wilhelm. Thankfully he’d improved over the two years since this very memorable adventure.
“It would be a bit too easy to escape, and with the resistance he showed when I got him in the car, I don’t feel particularly generous. I think extra ropes would be a must.”
“Sure, let me just take a few pictures.”
Theodore got his instant camera out. It was a high-range brand, of course. Theodore knew how to use it, turning around and getting the best positions.
“You’re a very nice model, Simon, you keep still and I can go for longer exposures. Let me get the tripod.”
Theodore recorded the moment. Simon writhed into his ropes.
“Make it quick, Theo, our prisoner is gaining an edge over our knots with every move he makes.”
It was true; nonetheless, the sheer number of ropes and anchoring points required an equally organized method to get out of, and Simon knew it would be minutes before he’d get an arm free.
William took out hemp ropes. With his brother done photographing, they could start adding the coarse coils of rope, with turns wrapping his arms and the tree, over his chest and at the waist, making the whole set-up even stronger.
They did the same with his legs. Simon could feel how the rough rope added to his helplessness, even threatening to have him fail his escape.
“This time we’re done. Theo will take photos, and I keep the timer,” William said, sitting in the lawn straight in front of his bound and gagged prisoner.
His brother took a few more shots and sat down with his younger sibling to savor the softness of a warm late afternoon, when you’re in the woods’ shade, with an entertainment such as the one Simon offered them. It was rare and it sure got the brothers worked up.
“He’s not fighting very hard, Will. Do you think we should motivate him with a punishment if he doesn’t try enough?
“If it comes down to that, we might. Yet I’d like to give our guest a chance. He does have talent and I’d love to learn from seeing him escape. We’ve got him at hand, it would be a waste not spending this time getting better at tying knots.”
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