f.o.k.s. jboyclub7

Postby Ducttapestar » Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:14 pm

It had been a few months, and I'd started doing some mercenary work. It was kind of fun to chase people across cities for a fee. But I longed for my old routine. Somehow, "Snatching" people for their own thrills was thrilling to me. But after a month had gone by, and I'd not heard from my employer, I'd begun to seek alternate forms of income.

That changed this morning.

The door of my ram-shakle office was opened and I heard a familier voice say, "Did ya miss me?"
I shot out of my seat. It was him; "The Kidnapper." No one really knew his true identity, which he always kept concealed beneath a wide-rimmed hat. Supossedly abbandoned in the 1960's, He chose to sport it, as well as a flowwing trenchcoat, in order to conceal his identity. The coat was not wide enough to conceal his smart, blue buisness suit. He lit a cigar as he spoke.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Rumor has it that you'd died in Chicago," I spoke calmly. He laughed.
"Apparently not," he said as he took a seat, "Where we've been for the past several months is beside the point. We've had requests, and we haven't acted."
"There's annother agency comming up. But they've only made one hit so far. Something about a Hot Topic in a mall somewhere." I said.
"Is that right?" he said cooly as he breathed out the smoke. "This does not suprise me. but we have an order from someone known as jboyclub7. He hasn't given an age, but his request says a lot." Indeed, it did. He was 5' 2" and 95 pounds. Perhaps a 12-14 year old male.
"When do I leave?" I asked. Kidnapper chuckled.
"Right Now."

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Midnight on the suburban street. I sat in my dark grey camero and waited. Jboyclub7 would be home any time now. The coffee was getting colder, so I drank the last of it down.
"Where is this punk?" I said to no one in particular. Fourtunately, I wasn't kept waiting for much longer. There he was. Jboyclub7. My hunch had been right, he looked to be about 12-14, wearing a white longsleve shirt under a black "skully" tee. He had grey jeans skateboard shoes, and sported a red Phillies cap covering his close-cropped brown hair. I followed to the door. Just as he entered his house, I saw him kick off his shoes, reavealing his bare feet.
"Excuse me, son? Could ya help me out?" I asked.
"What's up?" he asked. I aproached the door.
"My cell's dead and My car broke down. Could I use your phone to call a truck," Wary, the boy considered this for a while. then he said,
"Come on in." As I entered, I began asking him a few questions.

"Now where's your parents? I don't want them to freak out that you let a 'stranger' in the house."
"Don't worry. They're out of town for a while. they won't be back untill tomorow.
"Excelent," I thought to myself.
"So they trust you on your own, do they?"
"I'm almost 14. I don't need a babysitter," he said defiantly.
I chose this as the moment.

"I think any young boy should need someone to watch over him for the night. Maybe I'll take care of that." He cocked his head at me.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Kid, lemme put it this way; My car's not dead." With that, I jumped him. he fought, but i over powered him quickly. I had his hands tied behind him tightly and a wad of cloth stuffed in his mouth. As he tried to spit it out, i quickly wrapped duct tape around his head, holding his gag in place. I followed by taping his ankles and knees together. I finished the masterpeice by strapping him to a dining room chair and blindfolding him with tape. After watching him struggle for a few minuets, I told him,
"Calm down, Jboyclub, you're only getting what you asked for." He stopped and mmphed questioningly. "do you remember asking a particular service to take you prisoner?" he nodded slowly. "I am from said service. I'm going to keep you like this for the night. Don't struggle too much, or I'll make it worse. Other than that, enjoy yourself." I tried to tickle his feet, but I learned he wasn't ticklish. Rats.

For the remainder of the night, I watched TV and fed him once in a while. He was asleep by 3 am. I decided to take a quick nap myself. At 8 am, I awoke, untied my captive's arms, legs, and took off his gag.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
Allright. Just glad you didn't really kidnap me." We sahared a laugh. I finished untying him, and he went to the restroom.
"Clean up this mess!" I yelled up the stairs. I got back in my car, and drove back to the office, feeling extremely good about myself. "The Kidnapper" will be pleased.

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Re: f.o.k.s. jboyclub7

Postby Chris12 » Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:37 pm

Good story hope you post more

Re: f.o.k.s. jboyclub7

Postby Ducttapestar » Sat Aug 08, 2009 1:27 pm

Go to the "kidnaping service" topic and place your order. we'll get to you. :D

Re: f.o.k.s. jboyclub7

Postby Chris12 » Sat Aug 08, 2009 1:37 pm

i already did.