CHAPTER TWO – Lured Into a Trap“Sparky!” Tim called out fruitlessly with an increasing sense of anxiety. “Here, Sparky! Oh come on, you silly little dog! Where ARE you?”
Feeling worried for his lost dog, Tim sat on the curb of the walkway he was on. Behind him, unnoticed, was a lamp-post with a poster on it. It read: Missing Child – Chris Hyde.
Also unnoticed was the approach of a brown-haired, well-toned and deeply tanned boy until he was directly behind the distraught Tim. He was somewhat larger than Tim but appeared to be little older than Tim’s fourteen years.
“Hey, what’s wrong kid?” the boy asked Tim in a quiet, friendly manner.
“My puppy is missing,” replied Tim as he looked at the other boy, but his eyes were so glazed with tears that he could not see him distinctly. “I can’t find him anywhere!” And he gave a sniff of sorrow.
“A puppy? A little Irish setter? With a name tag that says ‘Sparky’ on it?” asked the boy.
Tim jumped up with joyful relief. “Yes! That’s my dog! You’ve seen him?!”
“I sure have! About an hour ago!” replied the older boy with a grin. “I took him home and fed him. I came here looking for his owner. If you come back with me back to my house, I’ll give him to you!”
“Really? Great! Let’s go!” exclaimed Tim – his sorrow all but forgotten.
“My name is Donald, by the way,” replied the older boy. “What’s your name?”
“Tim Hunter!”
“Pleased to meet you, Tim!” replied Donald sincerely. Yes, he thought to himself… I am VERY pleased!
Donald led Tim out of the park and up a quiet, deserted road Tim had never been on before. Before long, Tim could see no houses on either side of him. And the walk seemed to go on almost endlessly.
“Gosh, you sure live a long way from town, don’t you?” he finally commented to his hitherto quiet companion.
“We like living where it’s nice and quiet,” replied Donald with a quiet smile. He was looking at another lamp-post with a tattered poster on it: Missing Child; Jimmy Seek.
“I don’t understand why Sparky was way out here though!”
“Who knows? Maybe he was chasing a rabbit!” He was eyeing another poster they were passing unnoticed by Tim: Missing Child; Tommy Quest.
“Maybe. Sparky IS frisky that way sometimes.”
“How old are you, Timmy?” asked Donald suddenly.
“I turned 14 just last month,” Tim replied without hesitation. “How about you?”
“I turned 14… umm, a while ago. So, since we’re not TOO far apart in age, maybe we ought to be friends!”
“That’d be cool with me. I’m new in town and haven’t met many kids my age yet.”
A house finally came into sight on their left; almost entirely hidden from the deserted road by a stand of trees. They walked up a long, winding driveway to reach it. “Your house looks pretty nice,” commented Tim. “Sure is isolated though, isn’t it?”
“Well, like I said, it’s pretty quiet out here. And we like our privacy too.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely out here with no one your age living nearby?”
“Oh, my brother and I get plenty of company. We even have guests stay over from time to time. Anyway, let’s go inside and I’ll show you around while we get your dog.”
The inside of the house was spotlessly clean and well furnished. However, there seemed to be no one else at home. Donald offered Tim a seat on the couch while he went out back to bring his puppy. “My brother is probably playing with it right now,” he told Tim with a smile as he stepped out through a door.
Tim felt completely relaxed as he waited for his new friend to return. ‘That Donald is sure nice, finding and taking care of Sparky for me,’ Tim thought to himself. ‘I hope I see a lot more of him. I think it’d be fun spending time here…’
Donald found his brother David in the basement. “I found the dog’s owner. He’s a really nice kid.”
“Great,” replied his brother. “Now we can get started.”
“Yep!” replied Donald. “I’ll do our ‘magic act’ for him after I bring his dog back to him and make him feel at home, and you get the ‘guest room’ ready.”
Donald took Sparky out of the little cage David had locked it in and brought the puppy back upstairs to Timmy. The blond boy happily snatched Sparky right out of Donald’s arms and began cuddling it tearfully. “Oh, Sparky! I was so worried! I’ll never let you out of my sight again! Thank you so much for finding him, Donald!”
“You're very welcome, Tim. Your smile makes it all worthwhile!” He nearly choked with disgust in that last line, but Tim was oblivious to his momentary discomfort.
“Well, I guess I’ll head home now,” suggested Tim.
“Aw, do you have to leave so soon?” asked Donald with unfeigned dismay. “It’d be nice to have some company for a little while. If you stay, I’ll treat you to a nice snack. Pizza, cookies, or whatever you’d like.”
“Well, I don’t know…” said Tim in a slightly doubtful tone which suggested that he was amenable to persuasion.
“And I’ll show you some magic tricks I’ve learned,” pressed Donald. “I have a really good escape act that you just won’t believe!”
“Gee, that sounds like fun!” said Tim. “Okay, I’ll stay for a while longer. I love tricks!”
‘This is one trick you’ll NEVER forget, Timmy,’ Donald thought to himself.
Tim sat in a comfortable chair as Donald apparently conjured various magician’s props out of thin air: A wizard’s floppy hat (complete with moon and star symbols on it), a magic wand, and a top hat from which he then pulled out a pink rabbit, scarves of various flashy colors and designs, and several candy bars.
Tim applauded as Donald bowed. “Now for my next trick…” said the older boy as he waved his hands dramatically in the air. At once several coils of ropes appeared out of thin air all around Donald and plopped to the floor all around him.
“Are you any good at tying knots, Tim? Donald asked him casually.
“Sure. I’m in the Boy Scouts. Why?”
“Because I want to show you my escape trick, and for that I need you to tie me up good and tight!”
“Tie you up?” Tim asked with a giggle as he nonetheless picked up a coil of rope and hefted it experimentally. “Are you serious?”
“Sure!” replied David. “I want you to tie me up just as well as you can. Or if you like I’ll conjure up some handcuffs, chains, legcuffs… whatever you need.”
“But why do you want me to tie you up?”
“I want to show you the best escape act you’ve ever seen!” replied Donald boastfully.
“Tie me up just as good as you can. I want to prove to you that I can escape from anything, so take all the time you need. Just tie me up in my bed over there.”
“Okay, Houdini,” replied Tim agreeably. “You asked for it! But I should warn you that I’m pretty good at this. Once I finish, there’s no way you’re getting yourself loose. Just today I tied some kid up; I’ll bet he’s STILL tied up!”
“If he knew my trick he wouldn’t be!” Donald replied placidly. “Anyway, that’s what I want: a real challenge! So do the best job you can tying me up!”
Tim was understating the matter when he said he could tie knots. Taking over ten minutes, he tied Donald in a tight spread-eagle he was convinced no one could escape from without aid. “How am I doing?” he asked in concern at one point. “Am I tying you too tightly?”
“Don’t worry,” Donald assured him. “Make it as tight as you can. Leave me no slack whatsoever. Otherwise how is my trick going to impress you?”
When Tim had finished, he felt he had outdone himself. The knots were solid and out of reach of Donald’s fingers, and the bed was solidly built with no weaknesses Donald could exploit to pull himself free. “Okay, I’m done.” He announced as he checked over this work. “Let’s see you escape from that!”
“Not just yet!” replied Donald. “There are still two things I want you to do first before I can do my trick. First, I want you to take a blanket and cover me entirely with it so that you can’t see any part of me.”
“And what’s the second thing?” Tim asked, suspicious of a cheat.
“Once you’ve covered me, I want you to sit on top of me!”
“Uhhh, okay… but why?” asked Tim, feeling a sense of Déjà vu.
“So you can tell whether or not I’m escaping, even though you can’t see me.”
That made perfect enough sense to Tim, but he was in a mischievous mood after tying up his new friend and decided to modify the request. Removing his shirt and tossing it aside, the younger boy climbed up onto the bed and straddled Donald’s chest… without covering him in the blanket first.
“Timmy!” Donald exclaimed in exasperation Tim was instinctively sure was entirely feigned. “A magician isn’t supposed to escape in full view of his audience! It’s just not done!”
“Then I guess I found a way to keep you from escaping,” Tim replied with a wide grin. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Well, I guess you have a point there,” Donald replied with a rueful, good-natured laugh. “Oh, well. Actually, I don’t really mind having you sit on me for a while. Are you enjoying it?”
“Actually, yeah,” Tim replied with a chuckle. “I never had anyone ASK me to tie them up and sit on them before. It’s kind of cool. Makes me feel… I dunno, in control somehow. I could stay here all day, but that’s not what you had in mind, is it?”
“Well, no, not really,” replied Donald, who seemed to be as happy as ever. “But I honestly don’t mind. You can sit on me all you want to. But I can’t do my escape act until you completely cover me up with the blanket like I asked. It’d spoil the trick otherwise. But if you’ll cover my head up too and let me do the trick, I promise that you’ll be shown exactly how it was done afterward. Is it a deal?”
“Okay, it’s a deal!” said Tim. He got up off Donald, found the blanket Donald had indicated, and began to cover the older boy with it.
“When you finish, go back to sitting on me,” Donald requested. “My escape will be so quick and subtle that you won’t know it when I’ve escaped even though you’ll have been sitting on top of me at the time. You won’t even feel me move!”
“That would be quite a trick even if you weren’t tied up,” replied Tim in disbelief as he rolled the blanket up Donald’s body as he straddled him.
“Well, once I’ve performed my trick and show you how it was done, I promise you’ll be truly amazed!” promised Donald.
“I’ve been amazed ever since you asked me to do all this to you,” replied Timmy with a smile as he covered Donald up with the blanket up to his shoulders. Then he stopped rolling up the blanket and straddled Donald’s chest again – still leaving his head fully exposed to view, “Okay, I’m ready whenever you are!” he concluded with another mischievous smile.
“Timmy!” exclaimed Donald, perhaps feeling a bit of true exasperation now. “You still haven’t covered my head! I can’t do my magical escape until you cover me up completely. It spoils everything if you can see what I’m doing!”
“I don’t know!” replied Tim as he shifted to a knees-up position; putting all his weight on Donald’s chest. “I’m having fun just as things are!”
“Yes, I can see that,” said Donald with a patient sigh and then a rekindled smile. “Oh well… I’M not in any hurry if YOU aren’t. When you’re ready to let me do my escape trick, I’ll still be here. Take your time…”
Timmy was starting to feel guilty by now. “I’m sorry,” he said as he settled back to a less crushing knees-down position. “I’m being a real punk, aren’t I? I’m spoiling the trick you wanted to show me.”
“No you’re not,” Donald hastened to assure him. “Really, I AM having fun too. If you’re enjoying this so much, the trick can wait. But you really will be surprised when I do it.”
“Okay, I’ll quit horsing around and cover your face up, but the blanket isn’t long enough. What should I use?”
“A pillow will do just fine.” Replied Donald. Timmy grabbed a pillow beside Donald’s head and prepared to place it on the bound boy’s face. “Wait! One more thing! Once you place the pillow over my face, I want you to sit on it!”
“What?!” Tim yelped in astonishment. “But won’t you suffocate?”
“Not as long as you don’t try to peek to see how I escape! I’ll get away long before I run out of air! Just do it. You’ll see!”
Tim hesitated as he held the pillow over Donald’s face. “Are you sure about this? I might hurt you or even smother you.”
“Don’t worry,” replied Donald with calm confidence. “I’ll be free and standing beside you before you even know it… while you’re sitting on the pillow thinking you’re still sitting on ME!”
“This all seems pretty weird if you ask me, but if you really want me to do this...”
Tim dropped the pillow down on Donald’s face, so that not even a lock of the golden boy’s brown hair was visible. However, he made no move to comply with Donald’s other request. “Uhhh… okay, I’ve got the pillow covering your face. I can’t see any part of you. But… uhhh… if you want, I’ll just skip the part about sitting on your pillow and just stay here… uhhh, unless you really WANT me to sit on your face anyway!”
“Will you just quit being shy and DO IT?” replied Donald, whose voice was now a bit muffled by the pillow and was beginning to sound distinctly querulous.
“All right, you asked for it!” replied Tim, who turned around and gently knelt down until he was seated firmly on top of the pillow.
‘Man, I can’t believe I’m actually sitting on someone’s face!’ he thought to himself. He could still feel the rhythm of Donald’s breathing beneath his seat, and see it beneath the blankets where Donald’s body still lay stretched in front of him.
A minute passed, and Tim noticed no change at all. “Uhhh, okay Donald… you can start escaping now!” Tim called to his companion with a touch of concern in his voice.
Another minute passed. ‘Shoot! I hope he’s all right down there!’ thought Tim as he began to ease his weight off his soft seat. ‘It’s been over two minutes now. He’s not even TRYING to get loose. He’s just lying down there!’
A third minute passed. ‘I wonder… is he actually ENJOYING this?!’ Tim asked himself.
After two more minutes passed, Tim was definitely getting annoyed. The only reason he didn’t get too concerned for the other boy’s well-being was because he could still feel and see the even rhythm of Donald’s breathing even underneath the blanket. The other boy certainly seemed to be in no distress. However, this was getting kind of boring!
“Come on, Donald. It’s been five minutes now!” Tim said out loud. “You’ve hardly moved! Are you going to escape or not?”
“I already did!” came Donald’s distinct voice directly behind him. “I’m just waiting for you to finally notice!”
Astonished, Tim turned around; still sitting on the pillow. There was Donald, large as life and clothed exactly as he was when he was tied up – and he was completely free!
Tim stared at the older boy in amazement as Donald casually walked over to stand beside him. Tim was too stunned to get up off the pillow he was sitting on; he merely knelt there flabbergasted. It took him a few seconds before he could even speak coherently.
“Wha…? Donald? But – but how?! You never moved! I could swear that I can still feel you moving and breathing underneath me! But if you’re standing there, then what am I sitting on?”
“My bed and my pillow!” the older boy replied with a laugh. “Neat trick, huh? Do you want me to show you how it’s done?”
“You bet!” Tim replied with undisguised enthusiasm as he climbed up off the bed and stood in front of his host.
“Okay, hold your wrists out,” asked the older boy. Without thinking, Tim did so, and before he could react, his companion locked a set of handcuffs on his wrists.
“Uhhh… on second thought,” said Tim, feeling a bit nervous but not actually afraid; “isn’t there some other way of showing me your escape trick besides handcuffing me?”
“You want to learn how to make such escapes yourself, don’t you?” asked Donald calmly. “What if someone tries to kidnap you some day? Wouldn’t you want to be able to escape easily?”
“Well, yeah… I suppose so,” replied Tim dubiously; doubting anyone would ever want to kidnap him. So he sat on the edge of the bed as the other boy placed legcuffs on him and then connected the two sets of cuffs with another set of legcuffs. Another chain was circled around Tim’s waist and connected to hs handcuffs so that he was unable to move his wrists and hands more than a couple of inches away from his body. Tim was now forced to either hunch over while standing or remain seated on Donald’s bed.
“Man, I can hardly move now!” complained Tim.
“That’s partly the idea,” replied Donald blandly. “You comfortable?”
“No. Not really!”
“Well, are you ready to learn how the escape trick was done?”
“Uhhh… you’re not going to sit on ME now, are you?” Tim asked nervously; suddenly realizing how much bigger and heavier than Tim the other boy was. Whereas Tim was of medium height and athletic for his age (5’ 4” and about 120 pounds), the other boy was certainly larger and stronger (5’ 9” and about 150 pounds). For the first time, Tim was feeling a touch of unease bordering on fear concerning his companion.
“Of course not,” replied Donald. Then, with a wry smile, he added, “Not unless you want me to, anyway.”
“Uh, no thanks,” answered Tim with a distinct sense of relief.
“Okay, let me show you how the trick was done,” said the older boy as he removed his shirt and tossed it alongside Tim’s shirt. “First, sit on top of the lump in the bed again that you thought was me.”
It took Tim a moment, but his bonds didn’t restrict his movements enough to make it too difficult; at least, to sit upright with his full weight on top of the lump he was sitting on and his bound legs spread out in front of him and dangling over the edge of the bed underneath the headboard. Funny though, the lump still seemed to be breathing!
“Yeah, what IS this, anyway? I was sure I was still sitting on YOU.” Tim asked.
“Nope,” replied the other boy as he straddled the lump directly behind Tim. “Actually, you’ve never sat on ME at all, Tim!”
“What are you talking about?” asked Tim in complete bafflement. “I was sitting on you less than ten minutes ago.”
“Nope!” replied the other boy simply. Then he leaned forward, his chest brushing against Tim’s shoulders, as he reached for the pillow Tim had been sitting on before. “You were sitting on…” then came a dramatic pause, ‘…HIM!” The boy yanked away the pillow, to reveal Donald’s face smiling up at the both of them.
“Surprise, Tim!” exclaimed the real Donald happily.
Tim looked at the boy whose chest he was again sitting on and then back at the boy behind him, and it finally dawned on him what had happened. “You – you guys are twins! When I tied up one of you and then covered you up, the other walked in and made me think he was the same guy I’d tied up! But which of you is which?”
“I’m Donald!” asserted the boy who still lay tied firmly in the bed. “I’m the one you met at the park and walked with here. My brother here is David. You didn’t meet him until he walked in just a few minutes ago… making you think he was me, escaped.”
“But what was the point of all this?” asked Tim in growing confusion. “I mean, you can’t really show me how to get loose from these manacles you put on me, can you?”
“Not unless you have a twin brother of your own to substitute for you,” replied David, who still sat behind Tim and therefore on top of his own brother. In fact, he casually shifted his legs to put his knees up; feet planted upright on top of the bed on either side of David; putting his full weight down upon his brother’s stomach. David didn’t seem to mind this in the least; in fact, he simply smiled even more happily. If the weight of two boys on top of him was causing him any discomfort, he didn’t show it.
“I’m afraid we played a prank on you, Tim,” said Donald mildly; his voice showing none of the strain one would expect considering he was still tied up with both of the other boys sitting on top of him and presumably crushing the air out of his lungs and diaphragm. “I hope you’ll forgive us. Admit it, though… you were amazed by the escape act, weren’t you?”
“Uh, yeah,” replied Tim with a slightly nervous laugh. “Yeah, you guys fooled me good! Now, could you take these manacles off me now? Please?”
“Sure Tim,” replied David as he got up off the bed. “Just let me untie David first, okay? After all, he’s been tied up quite a while now!”
“But you’re more than welcome to keep sitting on me in the meantime,” Donald hastily added as David quickly and efficiently began to untie his brother from the bed. “May as well be comfortable while you wait.”
Seeing no reason to do otherwise and finding it difficult to move in any case, Tim remained seated on Donald’s chest. “For some reason, I get the feeling that this joke was just a reason to get me to sit on you!” Tim said to him. “You really get off on being tied up and sat on, don’t you?”
“Well, yes, I must admit it,” Donald replied casually as if they were discussing the various flavors of ice cream. “David and I often take turns tying the other up and sitting on him… sometimes for hours at a time.” Donald paused for a moment to see if Tim would respond, but the younger boy just sat there and looked at him silently. “Uh, would you be willing to visit every so often, tie me up, and sit on again? I’d even pay you for your time if you wanted.”
“Gee, I don’t think so,” replied Tim, who by then just wanted to be free, grab his shirt and his puppy, and get away from there as fast as he could. “It’s kind of fun, but… I’m afraid it’s just a bit too weird for me.”
“Oh!” replied Donald with unfeigned disappointment. “I see. I understand!”
Tim briefly considered mentioning Horace to them; that little geek enjoyed tying up other kids so maybe he'd get along great with these two. But Tim decided to keep quiet about that. For one thing Horace probably wouldn't trust any referrals Tim made to him after what Tom had done to him earlier today. For another, the twins were now giving Tim an increasingly creepy feeling, and he felt that the sooner he got out of their house the better. He'd probably be doing Horace no favors getting him together with these two, and might even be endangered by them. Even Horace didn't deserve that.
“There you go, Donald,” David announced suddenly. “You’re all untied.”
“Thanks, David,” replied Donald, which Tim took as his cue to ease off him and let him stand up again. Donald quickly did so… considerably more easily than Tim could while still in his bonds. The two-foot chain connecting his leg-cuffs and handcuffs made it impossible to stand fully erect; instead, he was forced to hunch over in a deep bow.
“Okay, can you guys finally get around to freeing ME now?” asked Timmy, somewhat impatiently.
“Gladly, Timmy,” replied Donald. “David, unlock him, won’t you?”
“Me?” replied David in apparent surprise. “I don’t have the keys! I thought you had them!”
“Why would I have them?” replied Donald. “You’re the one who put those things on him! Are you sure you don’t have the keys?”
“Sure I’m sure!”
“Well, where could they be?”
“How the Hell would I know?”
Tim listened to this conversation with rapidly growing alarm; hoping desperately that these two were just playing another prank on him. “Come on, you guys!” he wailed, almost in tears. “This isn’t funny! I want to get these things off me and go home!”
“Don’t worry, Timmy,” David said in a soothing voice. “I know that there’s a spare key down in the cellar.
“But, uh… it’s locked on a chain and can’t be removed,” asserted Donald. “We’ll all have to go down into the cellar to use it. But at least we know exactly where it is, since IT can’t be lost!”
Tim saw no option but to agree, and let the two twins help him move along toward the door they indicated led to the cellar. It was very hard to move in those chains. The hobbles on his ankles allowed him to make steps only a foot long at a time. Without one or the other of the twins to steady him, it would have been difficult to keep from falling over. Matters got even worse when they reached the stairs. The hobbles were just barely long enough to allow him to use the steps – and even then he needed both boys (one on each side of him) to grip his arms to brace him and keep him from falling.
“What’s down here, anyway?” asked Tim querulously as they descended into one of the darkest, dankest cellars he had ever seen.
“It’s our Recreation Room.” replied Donald with a smile.
“It looks more like a cave!” groused Tim impatiently.
“Well, this part isn’t built up, but the further end is a lot nicer,” replied David. “You’ll see in a moment. It’s a sight you’ll NEVER forget.”
At the bottom of the steps, Tim saw a thick steel door at the other end of a small room. It looked more suited for a bank vault than for a cellar recreation room. He began to feel a touch of panic. What was going on here?
David gripped his arm to steady him while Donald walked up to the steel door and manipulated a complex locking mechanism to open it. The huge door swung ponderously open. David began to hasten Tim forward even before the door had finished opening.
The first thing that Tim noticed was that the room was already occupied. Tim counted five boys in various stages of clothing – and bondage.
“Oh no!” exclaimed one of the boys inside the room – a platinum-blond boy younger and smaller than Tim. His wrists were manacled above his head to a wooden post behind him, and he was forced to stand on tip-toes. “They’ve suckered ANOTHER kid down here!”
Panicked, Tim looked at the occupants of the room. Furthest to his left was a tall, lean boy about his own age with strawberry blond hair. He was almost completely naked except for a clean but ragged Speedo, and his wrists were bound with manacles that dangled from a rafter built into the ceiling. His feet were also manacled, and his feet touched the floor only barely. It was obvious that much of his body weight was supported by his arms and shoulders rather than his feet; leaving him half suspended just off the floor. A ball-gag was buckled over his mouth.
The auburn-haired boy next to him was also naked except for a worn but clean set of white cotton briefs. He was held by thick ropes dangling from the ceiling rather than chains; and in his case it was his ankles that were so trapped. His wrists were securely tied behind him, and he was suspended upside down with his head about two feet off the bare stone floor. His mouth was merely duct-taped shut but was evidently stuffed with something that kept him effectively quiet.
The third boy was the small blond boy who had spoken. His wrists were tied behind him and his arms, torso, and legs were tied to a wooden post behind him set in the stone floor. He also had the most clothing of any of the five captives, wearing a tattered, faded blue T-shirt, ragged and faded shorts, and a set of dirty blue socks with holes in the toes. He was the only one of the five who didn’t wear a gag at the moment.
The fourth boy was the tallest and apparently the oldest of this group. He was also bound to a second wooden post set in the floor, but in his case his wrists were cuffed and secured to a metal peg several inches over his head. His ankles were manacled also. All he wore was a tattered set of faded boxer shorts, his bonds, and a bit gag.
The last boy resembled the blond in the middle but was older and taller than Tim. He was chained to the stone wall behind the other four captives, with his arms held suspended above his head. He wore only a faded, tattered set of white cotton briefs and a light, unbuttoned shirt-sleeved short which had some kind of faded checkered pattern. His lower face was covered with a thick cloth gag, but his bulging cheeks indicated that his mouth was stuffed as well.
All five boys all looked pale; as if they had not seen the light of the sun for a very long time. Some looked paler than others; perhaps reflecting a longer period of captivity. None looked ill, neglected or emaciated however; although obviously not kept in a state of comfort they were not starved or otherwise greatly deprived either. All were well washed (although their clothing – such as it was -was also clean, their condition otherwise was a different matter), apparently well-fed, and seemed healthy if not very happy.
Tim was still trying to understand what he was seeing when he was suddenly pulled forward deeper in to the room and the steel door closed behind him. “These are our guest quarters,” Donald told Tim cheerfully. “As you can see, we have some prior company. I sure hope you don’t mind having some roommates!”
Tim felt his growing sense of horror blooming into full-blown panic as David continued. “I just know we’ll have lots of fun together – just like we’ve had with the others!”
Tim began shivering in terror. He suddenly knew who all these other boys were. “It – it’s all the kids who’ve disappeared from the area lately!” he exclaimed in horror as his shivering increased. “You’ve got them all chained up down here! You – you’re holding them all prisoners!”
“Yep!” replied Donald happily as he yanked Tim forward by his chains. “And YOU’RE the latest addition to the group!”
“NO! OH NOOO! DON’T!” yelled Tim as the two older, larger boys grabbed him and began to wrestle him down to the floor.
“Don’t struggle!” ordered David, not entirely unsympathetically. “You’ll only hurt yourself in those chains if you fight us!”
Tim struggled anyway, but it was hopeless. Even had he been completely free, he would have been no match for either boy in a struggle. Not only did each of them outweigh him by about thirty pounds, but they also appeared to be far stronger than they looked and handled him as easily as if he were a baby. Against both of them together while his hands and feet were fettered like this, his struggles were completely in vain. He was soon laying on his back on the stone floor while his two captors held him down.
David took the key to the manacles (which Tim now realized he had carried with him the entire time) and released the chain that held Tim’s handcuffs and legcuffs together. David then gripped Tim’s legs while Donald grabbed the struggling boy’s arms, and together they stretched him out full length on the floor. Tim suddenly realized that there were metal clamps set into the cellar floor near him, and he knew what was about to happen. With a couple of metallic clicks that sealed his doom, he found himself immovably fastened to the floor even when the twins released his limbs and stood up. One metal peg was closed around the chain of his handcuffs and another around his legcuffs. He was like a bug pinned to a board in someone’s insect collection!
Tim looked fearfully up at his captors, who stood to one side of him and gazed down upon him impassively. Then, to Tim’s horror, both boys began to strip almost completely naked except for a set of clean and apparently brand-new Speedoes; one set blue and the other set green.
“Hey, Tim,” Donald called to him as his shorts were unbuttoned and dropped to his ankles. “Remember when David said he wasn’t going to sit on you? Well, he lied. He IS going to sit on you! And so am I!”
And the two older, heavier boys promptly did so.
To Be Continued - - -
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