## Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by xtc » Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:36 pm

This has been in the pipeline for some time.
I'd like to thank Chris12 for technical assistance and Jason Toddman for proof-reading services and understanding beyond the call of duty.
JEALOUSY
Going Dutch
â€œDo you know the major advantage of living in this small country, Chris?â€ asked the English guy that had just approached him. â€œYouâ€™re never very far from Schipol Airport.â€
Living in the Netherlands Chris wasnâ€™t surprised to be addressed in English although he was surprised at how far he had to look up to meet the muscular guyâ€™s eyes. Then the second thought hit him: how the hell did this stranger know his name? As he looked up with puzzlement, he found his arms grabbed from behind in a full nelson and the tall man lifted his feet off the ground.
Chris was taken so much by surprise that he didnâ€™t even have time to cry out as they threw him into the barge by which they were standing. Two smaller guys caught him, one of them hand-gagged him and they quickly took him below. It was in a quiet area that Chris had to walk through on his return from his football match and the whole thing was accomplished so quickly and efficiently that I doubt whether anyone noticed that the slight little blonde boy had been abducted.
â€œOur employer wants you kept out of circulation for a few days. He also wants to meet you. The last thing we want to do is hurt you but Itâ€™s up to you whether we need to or not. Your journey will be a long one and Iâ€™m afraid we canâ€™t take the chance of your attracting attention.â€ said the broad shouldered, shortest one of the kidnappers while his colleague kept his hand firmly clamped over Chrisâ€™s mouth. So saying he took one of Chrisâ€™s football socks, folded it in three and bundled it up. Chris knew what was coming and he also knew that resistance against the four men was useless. A wadded football sock made a very large obstruction in the small guyâ€™s mouth and by the time it had been held in place by four rounds of gorilla tape, hardly a sound could penetrate it.
Chris was turned over onto his face and the one who had been talking to him, who appeared to be called Paul, took a thin, soft rope and tied a loop around Chrisâ€™s left wrist before passing the free end over his right shoulder, round the front of his neck and back over his left shoulder before being tied onto his right wrist. This left Chrisâ€™s hands in line with his shoulder blades where the rope was passed several times round both wrists securing them in place. Chris was used to tie-up situations but this guy was a professional!
As the barge got under way, Paul continued to apply Chrisâ€™s bondage. His ankles were bound together and a running loop tied in the rope securing his arms. His left foot was hooked into the rope and the loop was pulled tighter lifting his feet into the air but not drawing the hog-tie too tightly. While the roping was being finished the kidnapper called Ben took Chrisâ€™s football shirt by the sleeves and twirled it around until there was no free fabric and, when Paul had finished, Ben used the shirt to blindfold Chris.
The way the four kidnappers were talking, Chris was glad that his English was excellent (if a little accented when he spoke but that hardly counted in his situation) because, predictably, the Englishmen didnâ€™t appear to be able to speak Dutch. Basically, they seemed to ignore their captive except for checking his bindings every fifteen minutes or so. The barge continued on its way and, after about two hours, the tall man called Mark said that it was time to get Chris ready. His heart rate rose alarmingly and, where he had been cooperative previously, he started wriggling frantically as Paul and Ben, the other shorter man, approached him. There was a faint squealing noise escaping from his mouth.
Chris found his foot being removed from the loop pulling it upwards and then he was sat up. He felt his ankles being untied and his footwear removed. The next thing was when he felt his trousers pulled off. Chris wasnâ€™t looking forward to being naked and expected his briefs to follow his trousers. He was surprised to find that, instead of losing his underpants, some sort of trousers were being pulled up his legs, forced under his bum and tied round his waist. He felt his knees being tied together. Ben then forced Chris to bend forwards at the waist. Paulâ€™s clever knot work was easy to remove as, after untying the final knot, most of it just unravelled as the free end was pulled. Even once his arms were free Chris didnâ€™t dare to try removing his blindfold while he was stripped to the waist. Once more he was surprised to find himself being helped into some sort of jacket which was then buttoned up before he was forced to bend double again while one of his kidnappers drew his elbows close together and tied them.
Sitting him up Mark, who appeared to be in charge, explained that this was to give his wrists and ankles a break and to allow him to take at least a little exercise. What Chris really needed was to have the increasingly unpleasant gag removed but nobody was going to do that.
When the football shirt was removed from his eyes, Chris didnâ€™t recognise the terrain he saw through the tiny windows. Ben insisted that he took a walk around the cabin even though he could take only â€œfairy stepsâ€. They wanted their guest in good condition when their employer met him. With the removal of the blindfold Chris saw that he was now wearing light blue pyjamas. He couldnâ€™t figure out why.
â€œOK, destination in sight.â€ called the dark-haired man who had been steering the barge. That was Keith; tall, slender and well muscled. He was the groupâ€™s thug. He was also a skilled waterman and carpenter. He pulled the barge alongside a mooring in a remote piece of countryside and Ben secured the mooring lines.
Mark suggested to Chris that either he could decide to make things easy for himself or Keith could knock him out and make it easier for the rest of them. Chris made a wise decision. The last thing he saw through the windows before a piece of surgical tape was plastered over his eyes was an ambulance. His knees were freed and what he knew later to be a dressing gown was placed over his shoulders. Ben then fitted a pair of reflective sunglasses over his eyes so that anyone seeing him would not realise that he was blindfolded.
Chris was disembarked and his arms were freed and pushed through the sleeves of the dressing gown. He was immediately sat in a wheelchair that had been taken from the ambulance and a strap was tightened around his arms and torso and another was positioned around his lower legs fastening him securely into the wheelchair. The wheelchair and its passenger were then wheeled into the ambulance where it was secured to the floor.
Ben took the driverâ€™s seat. He was used to driving on the continent and was the least likely person to draw attention to himself by his driving. Not much more than an hour passed before the vehicle stopped once more. Mark told Chris that he was going on an aeroplane flight but that heâ€™d have to be sedated during the flight.
At last Chris felt the gag being removed from his mouth. He thought it would not be a good time to call out but Mark offered him water and asked, â€œHow much do you weigh? Forty-five, fifty kilogrammes?â€ Mark wanted to ensure that Chris was given the correct dosage of tranquiliser, no more and no less. Chris confirmed his weight and Mark raised a vein in Chrisâ€™s lower arm and carefully injected him. He knew little more for another hour.
A Trip Abroad
The Foundation run by the kidnappersâ€™ employer could afford to throw money at the projects deemed worthwhile by a mysterious (and some would say positively deranged) â€œProfessorâ€ and all necessary papers had been forged and access arrangements made to allow a small chartered turbo-prop air ambulance to be loaded with a sick boy who needed to get to Britain for treatment.
When Chris came to he found himself still tied into the wheelchair but more securely now that the kidnappers no longer had to pretend to the Dutch authorities that they were an ambulance crew. He was still dressed in the pyjamas and dressing gown and was still blindfolded. The strap was still firmly in place round his arms but his wrists had been strapped to the arms of the wheelchair and his ankles to the poles of the foot supports. His abductors had not replaced his gag. The plane still had a way to go before landing on a rough landing strip in Hampshire.
As before, the kidnappers hardly acknowledged Chrisâ€™s presence except to check on his bonds and to tell him not to speak. â€œNiet spreken!â€ accompanied by a hand grabbing his jaw and another pressing on his mouth was the only Dutch term the Brits seemed to know! Chris could take a hint.
The plane came to a bumpy halt, the wheelchair was released and Chris found himself taking a somewhat uneven ride towards a ramp and up into another vehicle. He felt a helmet with what he found out later were ear defenders rammed onto his head and fastened into place. By now Chrisâ€™s head had cleared and he was aware that he was being taken somewhere in a helicopter. After a very short journey the aircraft landed and Chris was prepared for he knew not what. Having been bound and blindfolded for so long he was quite disoriented and very fearful of what was about to happen to him.
The helmet was removed and a rather high voice addressed him. â€œHallo, Chris. Van harte Welkom.â€
â€œHallo, meneer.â€ he replied not even really realising that he was being addressed in Dutch even if it was heavily accented.
â€œHeeft u behoefte aan het toilet?â€ Not exactly a normal form of initial salutation but very welcome to the little Dutchmanâ€™s ears â€“ and to his over stretched and very nervous bladder.
â€œJa, dank u well, meneer.â€ He thought it wise to err on the side of good manners.
â€œFor the sake of everyone else we shall speak in English from now on. Your writings demonstrate that you have a very fine understanding of the language. I am known as the Professor. We shall speak later.â€ The Professor turned to his â€œAssociatesâ€ and said, â€œGet him sorted out and bring him down to my study.â€ If it was possible, Chris became even more scared than he was already and his bladder even more nervous.
Paul and Ben started freeing Chris from the wheelchair. The straps were released and his wrists were quickly cuffed behind him but the tape was not removed from his eyes. The kidnapped boy was taken, or rather dragged, from the helicopter and into some sort of building and left in a room with instructions to use the toilet and shower and replace just his dressing gown. He didnâ€™t have long to wonder how he was supposed to do that dressed, blindfolded and shackled as he was when Ben unlocked the handcuffs. Paul told him that he could take half an hour but after that Ben and he would return.
It had been a long time since Chris had been able to move at all and his current freedom of movement was fantastic but the blast of light as he pulled the tape from his eyes was alarming. He quickly found out why a guard had not been mounted outside the window â€“ or rather porthole. As he looked out, all that Chris could see was the grey sea. He really needed the toilet and, if truth be told, the shower as well. He thought he might as well get on with things. Everything was provided for his toilet, even good shampoo and thick, fluffy towels. He almost started enjoying the experience.
Some time later, showered and â€œrelievedâ€, Chris replaced the dressing gown and awaited his fate. He didnâ€™t have to wait long.
Ben and Paul returned with restraints and a small pair of white cotton shorts. Ben told Chris to put them on and remove the dressing gown. With his being so small the shorts werenâ€™t exactly too tight and were certainly none too brief but Chris still felt very vulnerable wearing nothing else. Paul locked leather cuffs onto Chrisâ€™s wrists and ankles. He was used to being tied up but being locked into cuffs like that by people he did not recognise and in a strange country was frightening - if not altogether uncomfortable. Benâ€™s addition of a padlock between the wrist cuffs fastened Chrisâ€™s arms behind him once more. He was then subjected to a careful inspection to decide whether he would be able to slip his bum between his arms to bring them in front of him. Being slight of build he could obviously do so. Paul buckled a strap between Chrisâ€™s elbows, not drawing them too tightly together, just tightly enough.
â€œWeâ€™re going to take you on an inspection tour and then you will go and meet our employer again.â€ said Paul. â€œYou must have many questions.â€ However, before Chris could answer, he found a hefty plastic gag forced into his mouth and held in place by a leather panel which was buckled behind his neck. The addition of a further cuff locked round his neck completed Chrisâ€™s bonds with the addition of a lead.
When Mark came to collect him and took him out of the building again, Chris found that he was on a building surrounded by sea. The Foundation owned a fort in the Solent off the coast of England. Normally, being interested in history, Chris would have been intrigued to hear that it was built to fend off Napoleon Bonaparte (and the Dutch!) but all he could think about at the minute was that it seemed to be inescapable. There was a sizeable deck where the helicopter landed and some comfortable living quarters and technical facilities built on it. The next deck down consisted of a luxurious hotel development that had failed but which gave the Foundationâ€™s workers considerable recreational facilities (As long as the Professor didnâ€™t need it). The lowest level was the research facility and, or so some people seemed to think, the dungeons. Chris was not shown the lowest deck. As with all the Solent forts, this one was built on an artesian well so there was no need to de-salinate sea-water.
The tour took nearly an hour and there was so much Chris wanted to ask, especially about what he was doing there and what was going to happen to him, but he had no opportunity to do so. At the end of the tour, Mark wrapped a bandage around Chrisâ€™s eyes and fastened it with a toothed metal clip.
Mark then handed the, by now terrified, boy over to Keith who told him that he was to take him to his employer. They took a lift down to the bottom deck. Keith led Chris, none too gently, around some curving corridors and into the Professorâ€™s study where he had to sit on the floor with his ankle cuffs fastened to a hefty staple. The bandage was unwound and Chris examined his surroundings. Seated in a large, old fashioned arm-chair was a figure Chris recognised. Jason Toddman had described the professor in one of his stories but Chris didnâ€™t believe that he really existed. He was wrong! Jason got the description just about right except for the fact that this guy was a bit of a short-arse and somewhat overweight. All the plaits were in place and the accent was almost free of initial â€œhâ€™sâ€, possessed of a fair few medial glottal stops and most of the final â€œlâ€™sâ€ were pronounced as â€œwâ€™sâ€. This made the Professor hard for Chris to understand except when he moderated his natural accent into the RP that he had been taught in school.
As if the study and the appearance of the Professor himself werenâ€™t bad enough, then the impression of a second rate Bond villain was compounded by the statement, â€œI expect youâ€™re wondering why youâ€™re here, Master 12â€.
Happy Belated, Chris
Thanks for the go ahead.
Wassail!
xtc
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by Jack Roper » Sat Oct 23, 2010 3:59 pm

Great story...please continue!

### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by Chase Ricks » Sat Oct 23, 2010 5:33 pm

I say good story young chap. Good story so far indeed. I may be exaggerating a little bit on my English tones, but this tale will definately go far I foresee.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:58 pm

Nice story so far xtc. Eagerly awaiting the rest of it.
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by xtc » Sun Oct 24, 2010 12:38 pm

This chapter comes to you courtesy of Snobound and Tiedup101.
It has been expanded since the initial posting.
I'll try to complete it by Samhain but no promises.
JEALOUSY
Whys and Wherefores
Chrisâ€™s green eyes were darting all over the place trying to find some hope of escape. There was none! He did, however, notice a well-built blonde guy in his twenties in one corner of the room. Or at least his body hair was blonde but a heavy, padlocked, leather hood covered his entire head except for a breathing gap near his nostrils. He was certainly looking the worse for wear, kneeling on the floor, naked and completely unable to move. His legs were bound together at frequent intervals and his ankles tied to his thighs and tied to a staple in the floor. The young guyâ€™s arms were bound all the way from his wrists to his elbows, which were drawn closer together than Chris would have believed possible, with a few more ties round his upper arms as well. Chris couldnâ€™t see them clearly but ropes round the curled-up prisonerâ€™s torso linked into the ones round his arms and his legs drawing his shoulders downwards and keeping the victim folded into three. A short rope pulled his neck down towards another staple in the floor and even his thumbs and big toes had been bound with para cord. The final insurance that he could not even lie down was provided by a long rope drawing his elbows up towards an eye in the ceiling.
â€œAh yes, you have noticed my guest from New England. I have very similar issues with both of you. He is not looking happy because we have no snow for him. Youâ€™d think that a teacher would have learnt his lesson by now wouldnâ€™t you?â€
â€œChristus!â€ thought Chris, â€œI hope heâ€™s not going to treat me like that!â€
â€œI thought you should know why you are here but, as I am not in the least interested in answering any of your questions, the gag will stay in place. You will answer my questions by nodding or shaking your head. Do you understand? Good. If you cooperate, you will be un-gagged when you return to your accommodation. If you donâ€™t . . . . well, you can still see my other guest. Will you cooperate? Good.â€
Chris was VERY determined to cooperate!
â€œThe two of you write on certain Tie-up sites on the internet. You are very popular. You are more popular than I am. I thought I would keep you out of circulation for a while. You post about three times a day; that makes you more prolific than I am and I canâ€™t have that. While you are here, I shall subject you to scientific study to see what makes you tick.â€
Chris was starting to get nervous bladder syndrome again.
â€œPlease stop wriggling. Young Hunter wriggled when he should not have done and look at him now.
Chris desperately tried to sit still.
There followed a very tedious session of yes/no type questions during which the Professorâ€™s â€œsecretaryâ€, recorded the answers. The secretary didnâ€™t yet seem to be 20 years old and, as he was muzzled, Chris couldnâ€™t guess where he came from. His name appeared to be John but he was usually referred to as 101. He was athletically built, a fact easy to discern as he was wearing only a black jockstrap, and his feet were fastened into stocks which held his legs out straight in front of him as he sat in his chair with his desk in front of him. A hefty strap, padlocked behind him, pulled him back into the chair.
â€œVery well, that will be all for now.â€ announced the Professor, â€œKeith, if you would kindly escort our young guest to his accommodation.â€
Keith re-fastened the bandage around Chrisâ€™s head and unlocked his ankles from the floor. As he was led from the room, he heard the professor congratulating his secretary on a job well done but wondered why, in that case, he was to be â€œrewardedâ€ by having his arms strapped to the chair and his muzzle replaced by a ball-gag. Chris had a lot to learn.
A short journey round the curving corridor was followed by the sound of a door being closed behind Chris and another being unlocked in front of him through which he was shoved before it was locked again. Chris was told to back up until he found something behind him. He did so finding what felt like bars against his arms. Keith unwound the blindfold and Chris realised that he was on one side of the bars with Keith working from the other. No attempt was made to remove any more of the bindings that held Chris so effectively and Keith told him that, although his employer had promised that, as long as he cooperated, his gag would be removed, it would not happen for a couple of hours. That way he could come to an appreciation of how it would feel if he gave his gaolers any reason to keep him gagged for any length of time. With that Keith unlocked the door behind him, left through it and locked it again.
Chris felt very alone.
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Oct 24, 2010 1:25 pm

Nice continuation. Almost as eager as Chris must be to discover what happens next.
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by snobound » Sun Oct 24, 2010 4:51 pm

Yes, yes... eager!! Awesome bondage- nice and comfy. Feel free to abuse me some more- I can take it
Chris is in for it!
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by Chase Ricks » Mon Oct 25, 2010 12:09 am

I am ok about not being asked to help out xtc ... this time. Who knows, in the future I might be in one of your stories? Please continue.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by xtc » Mon Oct 25, 2010 4:31 am

Thanks for the support. I needed it having been expected to censor (opps, sorry, edit) the story elsewhere!
Wassail!
xtc
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by fratboydanny » Mon Oct 25, 2010 5:11 am

this is terrific, XTC. having been the subject of the Professor in the past, i can only hope we get several chapters of Hunter and Chris tied up at the hands of this evil Ph.D.

### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by xtc » Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:42 am

Thanks to everyone who has been following this story so far.
I have added a bit to the previous chapter since posting it initially so it might be a good idea to give the end of it a scan before reading this part.
JEALOUSY
A New Home
He looked around his windowless cell. It was divided in two parts by a line of vertical bars in the right hand side of which was the door through which he had just come. Looking beyond the bars Chris could see a sort of outer cell with a heavy metal door. The arrangement made a sort of â€œair-lockâ€ so that, if the inner (cage) door was locked the outer one could be opened and vice versa without the prisoner escaping. He was confined to an area nearly three metres square but slightly wider at the back than the front; the whole room was an old powder store which was built to fit into the circular form of the fort. Beyond the bars of his cage was an area a bit more than two metres square. There was a ventilation shaft in the ceiling which, at about sixty centimetres in diameter would have been climbable except for the hefty grille locked across it.
Inside his cage Chris noticed a metal WC in one back corner, although how he was supposed to be able to use it without soiling himself was a mystery to him, and a wash-basin against the back wall. He also noticed a raised platform along the other side wall with a thin mattress encased in plastic towards the back of the cell and, in effect, a low table leading up to the bars. There was a hydration pack fastened to the bars at a convenient height but there was no way Chris could use it gagged as he was.
Despair set in as Chris was left on his own with no way of judging the passing of time.
Eventually Keith arrived to find Chris lying on the bed trying to get some rest. He struggled to his feet as Keith locked the outer door.
â€œCome to the bars and turn around.â€ Chris did as he was bid and found a strap fed round his neck drawing him close to the bars. â€œUnless you are told otherwise, that is what youâ€™ll do whenever one of the Professorâ€™s associates enters. Grunt three times if you understand.â€ Chris did.
Staying in the ante-chamber Keith then undid the strap round Chrisâ€™s arms and removed the gag. By now Chris thought he appreciated the need to avoid being gagged full time. Keith unbuckled the strap attaching Chris to the bars and pushed a dish of food through a horizontal slot in the bars just above the table top. â€œMake sure you eat it all; we wouldnâ€™t want you to become unwell. And besides, if you donâ€™t eat everything, youâ€™ll get nothing else for twenty-four hours.â€ So saying, Keith left and locked the metal door behind him.
Chris felt profoundly alone again. But other considerations soon took his mind of that aspect of his predicament. The first was his urgent need to use the toilet and he could now at least lower his shorts before doing so. Heâ€™d figure out how to raise them again later. Re-adjusting his dress was somewhat complicated and involved a lot of alternating his wrists in front and behind him. Finishing with his wrists in front of him Chris attacked the bowl of food. He had been given no cutlery but raised the chicken stew to his mouth and finished it gratefully.
Once his necessary activity had ceased, Chris could only brood on his future once more. With no windows and the bright light constantly on, Chris might as well have been left for four hours or thirty minutes as far as he could tell but, eventually, Ben arrived with a hot drink in a mug. Remembering what he had been told, Chris backed up to the bars. Ben told him that he had done the right thing and that he could turn around. Ben passed the mug through the bars. The Chocolate tasted like the most delicious thing Chris had ever tasted.
Chris decided to take the chance. â€œHow long am I going to be here?â€ he asked.
â€œThatâ€™s not a very good question to ask because I canâ€™t tell you that and youâ€™re only allowed to ask one question a day. Think very carefully about your next one. Now, letâ€™s get you ready for bed. Do you need the toilet?â€
Upon Chrisâ€™s polite, â€œYes please, Sir.â€ Ben left him in private for a few minutes before returning.
â€œTurn around.â€
Chris found the double-ended strap fastened around his elbows again. Ben then shortened the connecting strap more than before. Chris sagged. Ben then released the padlock between Chrisâ€™s wrist cuffs.
â€œGood night, sleep tight, donâ€™t let the bed bugs bite.â€ With that Ben left and locked the door leaving Chris alone once more.
Chris climbed up on the bed and noticed that at least there was a raised section against the back wall that would serve as a pillow. He couldnâ€™t prevent himself from sobbing.
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:21 am

> Shane Bikman wrote:I am ok about not being asked to help out xtc ... this time. Who knows, in the future I might be in one of your stories? Please continue.

I know the feeling Shane. I wanted to be in the story too.
But that heartless professor wouldn't listen!
Good continuation, xtc. This must be what you mean by shorter episodes elsewhere, yes?
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### Re: Jealousy ( all M & m)

Post by snobound » Wed Oct 27, 2010 4:14 pm

I love it!! I enjoyed re-reading the second chapter as well
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