Postby asdf2e » Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:17 pm
Kidnapping Andy – Chapter 2
It was pitch black. Andy’s face surrounded by trapped hot air. His panting for breath the only discernable familiarity. He was somewhere and hooded. Andy heard a commotion of young men coming into the room, wherever he was. They were laughing and making fun of him.
“Welcome!†he heard followed by a quick release of the nylon hood covering his sweaty face.
Gathered over him were a group of young boys, dressed in soccer uniforms. His teammates! They were in the locker room. Andy was half dressed, just in his shiny soccer shorts and long white socks. He had been tied down to the bench with athletic tape.
This was his initiation onto the soccer team. Andy was gagged with a knee brace held in place by ace bandage. But he was laughing, taking the rite of passage in stride. These were his friends. He knew how to keep his cool anyway. All good fun.
Oddly a player from the team he didn’t recognize suddenly came forward and started slapping him. Huh? It was jarring. Even painful. It increased, the slapping.
“Wake up!†a voice said, the vision once again unreadable. Another place now. Not black, just foggy. When his sight regained, still confusing nonetheless by the surroundings.
“Wake up sleeping beauty!†again the voice said.
Andy woke up to the horror that he was only dreaming about the locker room hazing. It was a memory.
He was back to being a captive. Standing over him was a young man who looked Italian-American. He was short with a small frame but a tough faced kid with a pug nose. Thick curly black hair and brown eyes. Dressed plainly but wearing a hip pair of white skater shoes with black laces. He was no older than Andy but clearly “in charge†of the present situation.
“Drink this,†the young man ordered. He extended a soda can to Andy. Hawaiian Punch?
The young victim was no longer duct taped in a helpless ball or gagged. Just handcuffed with his wrists now in front. A mess of layered duct tape, stretched, cut and dampened with sweat was collected on the floor next to him. He had been cut out from it. In fact there were several rips in his clothes, still soaked in his own sweat.
Andy took the refreshment and it was an immediate relief. Plain water would be nice but Hawaiian Punch still hit the spot. The dry mouth from being gagged disappeared. The brave teenage boy still kept a vigilant readiness but felt his first semblance of comfort for hours.
“Why are you doing this?†he asked looking up at the young man standing over him. Andy was on the floor, previously passed out on his side next to the tape remains.
The hoodlum only smiled and grabbed Andy by the handcuffs, forcing him on his feet. He led him through the room, what was a small storage room. Beyond a door he was taken to another room, much larger with windows. It looked like a warehouse but strangely had a small kitchen area in a corner. There were two other young men at a table playing cards. Also Italian American and full of energy as they enjoyed their game.
“Hey Mr. T., where’s that bread and shit?†the guy holding Andy asked. The tallest young man at the table, a slender built rough trade looking guy, mumbled something. He called the detainer “Joe Joe†but the reference was followed by some laughter. It was a funny exchange, as if they were playful nicknames they casually made up. In fact “Joe Joe†said under his breath something about that being a cool name.
Joe Joe led Andy to the kitchen and prepared a peanut butter sandwich. He placed it in Andy’s handcuffed hands and suggested he eat it. As he did, Joe Joe lit a cigarette standing watch closely. He looked Andy over too as he smoked. Andy was starving so eating the food wasn’t a problem.
“Stop playing with the burb, get back here JJ!†the other young man said. He was average height but stocky, a thick neck and huge chest.
“Joe Joe!†said JJ. “That’s my alias!†he finished, laughing along too.
“That’s a queer name. ‘Joe Joe?’ What the fuck?†Mr. T scoffed. “LV, you like the name ‘Joe Joe?’â€
The stocky boy, identified as LV, laughed and shook his head.
JJ relented and walked his handcuffed hostage over to the poker table game. The other boys noticed how sweat soaked Andy was.
“Did we pull him out of a river or something?†T asked.
“Please.. what is this about? I don’t understand,†Andy asked.
Again no response to his question. Just ignored. In fact after the thugs finished their banter with one another, JJ decided to gag Andy again. He tied a bandana around his mouth. Then JJ led Andy back to that storage room as the other two continued the card game.
“No moving!†he warned as he uncuffed Andy briefly and recuffed his wrists behind his back. Andy was whimpering, even showing signs of crying now. Starting to get broken. JJ noticed. He eased up a little.
“I’m puling that gag down for a bit so I can ask you something. Just give me answers. No questions dude! I’ll tape your mouth shut worse than that. Got it?†JJ warned.
Andy nodded. The gag was pulled down.
“You’re gonna be here a while. I have to cuff you to something but this fucking room doesn’t have anything. So I gotta hogtie you or shit. Any requests?â€
Andy didn’t understand. He risked asking the simple question, “What do you mean?â€
JJ laughed and shrugged, “Ah… I’ll just hogtie you. Whatever. Why do I give a fuck?â€
He started pushing Andy to the floor and Andy suddenly understands the question. “A chair or something. That would be better. Sorry.â€
JJ nodded and left briefly to the other room. He returns holding a standard wooden chair. He placed in the middle of the storage room. “Sit there!â€
As Andy sat in the chair, wrists guided behind the backing of the chair, JJ started to produce rope in hand from a corner of the room.
“Wait! Please,†Andy said. “What if I have to take a leak?†he asked.
“Piss in your pants!†JJ snapped.
“Well I have to go now,†Andy said sheepishly.
JJ looked at Andy, pausing. Thinking. Ultimately consenting to helping the poor hostage. He didn’t want to deal with the smell of the urine while tying him up anyway.
He took Andy over to a narrow rusted metal gutter running along the floor next to a wall. He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped the pants. JJ pulled Andy’s boxer briefs down and said “Fire away.â€
Andy started to pee but it was jumping around, aimless. Not hitting the gutter to JJ’s frustration. Just making a mess. So he reluctantly decided to grab Andy down there and hold it for him. This startled Andy a little and he briefly looked at JJ. There was a quick, curious, uncomfortable exchange with one another. Then back to business for both of them.
Andy finished peeing so JJ could let go. Instead of pulling his jeans back up, JJ striped them off Andy. Leaving him in his white boxer briefs and t-shirt. Showing off his dirty white ankle socks too. “So you don’t soak your jeans when you pee again,†JJ explained about the pants removal.
Andy was shoved back into the wooden chair. JJ used the rope to bind Andy to it. His ankles, legs, thighs, stomach, rope around his chest. Lots of rope! Well restrained! JJ made sure the work was tight while asking Andy along the way if he was “okay.†Not totally evil Andy thanked to himself about JJ.
“Don’t gag me,†Andy requested. “Ok??â€
“I gotta. T and.. ah…. LV… ha hah… they’ll be pissed. The bosses are coming later anyway. Sorry!â€
JJ started to raise the bandana gag to Andy’s lips as Andy continued, “Just not as tight then! It was pinching my lips.â€
JJ nodded and loosened the knot a little, returning to finish the gag.
Suddenly a voice yells out. It’s T. He’s angry. “JJ, you’re a pansy! Stop babying this dude. Get back to the card game!â€
JJ left as instructed, clearly showing T was the one in charge. T came over to Andy.
T pulled a gun from his pocket and points it right into Andy’s crotch. Pressing down, caving the material into his ball sack! It hurts too.
“You think this is a fuckin’ spa? Nice try!†he laughs.
“Let’s use those notorious socks of yours. They stink. You need those in your mouth.â€
Andy pleads thru the bandana but T concentrates on removing the dirty socks. He pulls down the bandana, shoves both socks into Andy’s mouth and holds his hand over it.
“Mmmphhh!†Andy gasps. He can taste them already too.
Then T manages to unwrap some duct tape he had close by and duct tapes Andy’s mouth shut. Once again, Andy is subjected to the cruel punishment of a tight tape gag. Now it includes having to “eat†his used socks.
T slaps Andy on the face saying “That’s better!†and grabs the frame of the chair by the backing. Andy can only buckle helplessly in the chair as T pulls it across the concrete floor. Almost completely silenced by the gag that plugs his mouth, pressing down his tongue, Andy just moans.
T drags the chair tied teenager into the other room, puling him up to the table. He’s kept there are the three boys play cards, watching him. Every so often they laugh at the state of Andy’s embarrassing and uncomfortable predicament. Even JJ to an extent, in between sympathetic glances.
Andy can only watch the young criminals playing their game of poker as he vainly tries to avoid tasting his smelly socks in his mouth. Damn duct tape!
Through conversation between the juvenile thugs, he learns another transport is in store for him. They’ll be moving him to a new location. And it requires either knocking him out or making sure he is completely immobile and “muzzled.†Its terrifying to hear the discussion and unbelievable how casual they are about it. When the other men return, they’ll have the van again for executing.
Eventually there’s the sound of the van pulling up to the building.
“It’s time!†T says. They stand up from the table.
“Hey JJ! Your call. How do you want your new friend?†T playfully asks. “Knock him out or mummify the bitch?â€
Andy breaks into a sweat, beads dripping down his face over his duct tape.
He doesn’t want either to happen. But he’s not in control. What is next?
To be continued…
(any interested readers, post your request for what’s next… is he knocked out or mummified?…. If knocked out, it will go right to a new situation in peril for him… if mummified the next chapter will account that predicament…)