## The League of Extraordinary Boys (multiple m/m)

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 29, 2013 3:30 pm

THE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY BOYS
STORY ONE: The Origin Story
PART ONE: The Dungeon
PROLOGUE – How The League Makes a Difference
It was a four-alarm fire. The house was burning out of control. The parents had gotten out with two of their children, but two others – twin six-year-old boys – were still trapped somewhere inside that inferno. It was agreed among the firemen who were fighting the blaze that it would take a miracle to get the children safely out without serious casualties. But when the two children were seen beyond a flaming window-frame on the third floor, yelling in terrified desperation for help, the firemen knew that they must try.
But the fire was too intense. Five fire trucks loaded with water were unable to make a dent against the flames. They could not even approach the house to get the children out through the window, and the children were unable to reach the window - and would have risked almost certain grievous injury making a jump to safety if they could have.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a steak of yellow light appeared from the sky and rushed past the firemen. “Don’t worry! I’LL save them!” announced a clear, youthful voice from inside the indistinct ball of light as it flew with amazing speed into the burning house.
The firemen all thought they had lost their minds.
But it was no hallucination. The ball of light entered the burning room where the frightened children huddled together in terror, certain that an angel had come to take them away to Heaven. But the rescuer was no angel, as they soon discovered. It was a tall, adolescent boy with hair as red as the flames and wearing a red-and-yellow costume hand-made from ordinary street clothes. And so for a moment the children thought it was a demon come to take them to the Wrong Place instead.
But he was neither demon nor angel; although his intentions were just as benign as if he were the latter.
“Don’t worry, kids,” said the boy with a kindly smile. “I’ll have you out of here in no time! No fire or heat can get through my force shield.”
And it was true! Even before he approached them to take them to safety, the horrible heat that had so greatly weakened them was gone, and the choking smoke was replaced with cool, fresh air. The tall boy immediately took a now calmed child in each of his arms and flew right through the window with them – not with a crash and a shattering of broken glass but with a whisper as if no material objects had barred his path to begin with. And by the time he set them safely down to the ground in front of a dozen amazed firemen and a pair of hysterically happy parents, the boys were fully recovered from their burns and smoke inhalation as if they had never been through their ordeal at all.
“Who are you, lad?” the fire chief asked the boy in relief and amazement. “Where did you come from? How did you get such powers?”
“You may call me Pyros,” replied the boy as he turned to face the still burning house. “I am a member of the League of Extraordinary Boys. There are many of us, and we live to serve people! Whenever people are in need of help… especially innocent children… we will be there to aid them! Farewell!”
And after finishing this dramatic speech which only a teen-aged boy would have had the nerve to make in public, the boy flew rapidly away – flying directly over the burning house. As he did so, there was a sudden flash, and a torrent of rain fell directly upon the house and snuffed out the flames within minutes.
“Sweet!” Paul thought to himself as he flew away from the rescue scene. “I saved two lives on my very first night flying solo! Man, it’s great to be a superhero! Wait until I tell the others how I put out that fire!”
Paul suddenly noticed that he was slowing down and beginning to fly a bit erratically. “Uh oh! Definitely time to recharge my powers! I hope Horace isn’t too busy! It’s my turn to heal the patients at the Free Clinic tomorrow!”
Paul, alias Pyros, flew at the highest speed he could still muster toward the secret headquarters of the League of Super Heroes. It was an unassuming though handsome cabin nestled deep in the woods – almost inaccessible by road but easy to reach when you could fly. Inside however, it was vastly different from what one would expect from looking at the outside. For one thing, despite the cabin’s modest size, the interior was roomier than St. Paul’s Cathedral and as luxuriant as a mansion. The last Paul knew there were over 300 rooms in the place, and one more was added for each new member that joined their league. He himself was one of the newest members; having been inducted as a full member only the previous week. The power charge that was now wearing off had been his first since he became a full member!
Paul walked over to the recharging room, certain that Horace would be waiting for him there. Horace was ALWAYS there these days, as one or another of the young superheroes was always in need of recharging his powers. A weekly recharging took from two to three hours, and with 300 members in the club, Horace was in constant demand. He was one of only two mutants in the league capable of giving (or rather loaning) super powers to the other boys, and he was the only one who was available at any time day or night. This cabin belonged to Horace, and he lived here.
Paul entered the recharging room, and found Horace engaged in his usual activity. He was lying in a sturdy, twin sized four-poster bed. Horace was a short, very slender boy with a face like the boy on Mad magazine and the slender (almost emaciated looking) body of a 97-pound weakling. Despite this, manacles that could hold an enraged elephant were clamped around each of his ankles and wrists and held him to the bed by short chains with links over an inch thick.
A completely naked boy rather older and larger than Horace was straddling his lower chest, and another was sitting on his belly. Neither was in the least surprised to see Paul walk in, nor was Horace the least bit dismayed when Paul removed his superhero costume and sat naked down on top of the smaller boy’s upper chest. A large plasma-screen TV was on CNN, but the volume was on mute and no one present was paying much attention at the moment.
“Feels like you’re completely tapped out, Paul,” Horace told the larger boy with a smile as Paul clasped his thighs against the other boy’s face as he knelt and gently began to squeeze. Horace’s mildly homely, freckled face broke out into a huge smile; he loved it when boys squeezed his face like that! And then he saw the bulge in front of him grow larger and begin to stand erect! “Well, maybe not COMPLETELY! But it’ll take a full three hours to get you back up to full power! Got the time? It’s already late!”
“For the powers you freely loan us, I could sit on you forever!” replied Paul happily. He settled his weight more comfortably down on Horace’s chest and began to gently flick Horace’s nose with his forefingers. Both boys grinned widely.
“Look! We’re on the news!” exclaimed one of the boys who sat behind Paul. “Turn on the volume!”
The boy behind him levitated the TV remote to his hand and unset the mute button.
Paul turned his attention to the TV set while beginning to hand gag Horace with one hand and pinching his nose shut with the other.
“In other news, a boy calling himself Flower Child took a walk through the Elm City forest that was devastated by last week’s forest fire.” said the announcer. “By the time he had finished his walk, the forest growth was restored as if the fire had never taken place!
“A boy calling himself Adam the Atom entered the nuclear waste facility at Fenton today. By the time he left, the waste was no longer radioactive. He has offered to safely dispose of all nuclear waste world-wide in the same manner!
“A lightning storm in Ray knocked out power all over the city. But a boy named Lightning Blast channeled the power of the storm into electrical generators, restoring power throughout the city and averting lightning damage to people and structures at the same time.
“The boy Doctor Love entered tense peace negotiations between Israel and Saudi Arabia just as the two countries were about to declare war on each other. Somehow, he got the two countries to sign a treaty of permanent friendship instead. Details as they come in.
“The hero Blue Boy broke up a bank robbery in Sunnyvale today. He used his powers to cause to the robbers to give themselves up without a fight to the police. In a later interview, Blue Boy said he simply made the robbers… feel blue!”
Suddenly Paul saw his face – or, rather, the shape-changed face he assumed when in superhero guise – on the TV screen. “Look! There I am!” he couldn’t help announcing to the others as he released Horace’s nose and mouth to let the boy breathe again. He was new to the group after all, and wanted the others to know he had performed up to expectations.
The announcer was finishing his new story. “As the mystery boy flew away, he claimed to be another one of the many boys with superpowers who have banded together to help people everywhere. This makes over 300 such super-powered boys that have been spotted since the first appeared roughly six months ago.”
“Man, it’s great to be featured on the news as a superhero,” Paul said to Horace as he lovingly began to slap the bound boy’s face. “Even if no one outside the league knows who I REALLY am… not even my own family… it’s still so cool!”
“Grandstanding a little though, weren’t you?” asked Horace with mild reproof. “What was with that speech of yours about being around to help people whenever there’s a need? There’s no way to keep such a promise – at least not yet! There’s only two of us mutants to power up you normal kids, and Tim can’t do it as often or as well as I can yet. Even the powers I can give you ARE limited, you know! I still haven’t figured out how to give any of you more than half a dozen powers at a time yet! Neither has Tim!”
“Aw, you must be joking, Horace!” exclaimed the boy behind Paul, whose name was Justin, AKA Aqua Boy. “Even with the limited powers you two loan us, we’re the greatest force for good that ever existed.” He gave Horace some tit twists for emphasis.
“Yeah,” said the boy sitting (and now also bouncing) on Horace’s stomach. His name was Perry, code-named Refrigerator. “We’re unstoppable now, as long as you and Tim keep giving us some of the superpowers you have!”
“But I still don’t understand how our keeping you chained up and sitting on you gives you all these super powers,” Paul said to Horace as he licked his forefinger and lovingly twisted the tip of it into Horace's ear to give him a Wet Willie. “Or how you’re able to split them with each of us…”
“Who cares, as long as it works!” exclaimed Justin.
“Besides, sitting on Horace is fun!” added Perry, who was bouncing even harder now.

There was no need to ask if it was fun for Horace too; Horace had made it clear right from the start that it was! With Tim it was different; it was evident that he tolerated being tied up and sat on rather than enjoyed it only for the good of the League. Without him to help loan powers to the others, the League’s membership would be more restricted. Also, he felt that he was duty-bound to do so to help protect the others from their enemies.
But the fact of the matter was that he enjoyed being essentially the slave and prisoner of all these other boys as they dominated him. The wet willie Paul had just given him was in fact starting to give him a wet willie of an entirely different sort!
The newscaster was finishing his report: “It is not yet known why all of the superheroes who have appeared are teen-aged boys. None are adults; nor are there any girls among them.”
Paul laughed. “Do you want any girls or adults sitting on you like this, Horace?”
Horace shivered in disgust at the thought. “No way! And it wouldn’t work anyway. Only BOYS sitting on me or Tim can give us our powers! And we can split them only with other boys, too!”
“But why do you have us tie you up and torment you too?” asked Paul. “You could break free of all this in seconds!” he added, pointing to the massive manacles that held Horace in place.
“It helps me to focus my power absorption when you sit on me, and helps me pass those powers back onto you faster,” replied Horace simply. “Besides, I enjoy it!” A lot, he added to himself.
“We’re going to be here a while,” said Paul. “Would you please tell us the story about how you and Tim became mutants and how you freed the initial members of the League from those bad mutants who’d kept them imprisoned for a whole year? Tim doesn’t like talking about it because he suffered so much, but YOU were the HERO! You rescued Tim and the others from captivity! Surely YOU’LL tell us!”
Horace was as susceptible to flattery as any normal boy his age; especially from boys who were for all intents and purposes his captors as well as his friends. And so he began to tell the others the story of how the League of Extraordinary Boys came to be – and the growing threat posed by the evil mutants to the entire world…
To Be Continued ---
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: The League of Extraordinary Boys (multiple m/m)

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Oct 03, 2013 9:35 pm

CHAPTER ONE – Horace the Persecuted
--- Eighteen Months Before ---
The two boys walked quietly together along the trail in the woods at the far end of the park and came to a halt at a small grass-covered clearing. “So do we have a deal, Hal?” asked the older, taller boy. He was 13, short (5' 1"), skinny (97 pounds), wore blue jeans and sneakers but no shirt, dark-haired, and had a freckle-covered face that was vaguely reminiscent of Alfred E. Neumann. “One hour for twenty dollars?”
“Okay, Horace,” agreed the smaller boy. He was 10, nearly a foot shorter than Horace but of a stronger, more athletic build than his companion, wore gym shorts, a blue tank top shirt, sneakers, and long tube socks. He had red hair, green eyes, and a face that could only be described as ‘cute’. Despite being only 10 however, he was so smart that he was already in Horace’s eighth grade class and would probably graduate from high school before he was 13. “But I want the money in advance this time.”
“Boy, for an 10-year-old you’re a cynical one,” replied Horace with a wide grin. He himself would be the smartest boy in his class were it not for Hal, but compared to Hal he felt stupid. Despite this, his fondness for his younger companion knew no bounds.
“Too many people like to take advantage of little kids like me, you know?” replied Hal simply. But he smiled impishly as he said it.
“Aw, come on, Hal!” protested Horace good-naturedly. “You know I wouldn’t rip you off! We’re friends, right?”
“That, and because it’d be too hard for you to find anyone else who’d let you do this anymore!” Hal retorted, equally good-naturedly. “Now do you have the money or not?”
Horace handed the money with no further protest. Despite being the best of friends, Hal carefully counted the money out right in front of Horace as if he were a total stranger. This type of teasing was a common thing between them, and didn’t bother Horace at all. He simply smiled patiently until his friend was done.
Hal finally put the money away in his pocket. “Okay, it’s all here. You want to do it right here?”
“As good a spot as any,” replied Horace. “No one’s around to see us. Pick a good, dry spot to lie down on and we’ll get started.”
Hal did so, lying on his stomach and making a big show of placing his hands behind his back. Taking a short piece of rope, Horace tied Hal’s wrists together and then did the same thing with his ankles. These were just token ties which even a young boy like Hal could escape from in mere seconds; but that wasn’t the point. Nominally, Hal was now Horace’s prisoner as the older boy knelt, rolled the younger boy on his back, and slowly and gently sat on top of him; knees-down on the ground to avoid putting much of his scant weight upon his even lighter companion.

“Are you okay, Hal?” Horace asked his friend, as he always did. “Am I too heavy?”
“You’re too skinny to be too heavy, even if you ARE three years older than me,” replied Hal mildly. “I’m okay!”
“You’re a good kid, Hal,” replied Horace. “You never even ask me WHY I like sitting on you once or twice a week…”
‘Good thing too,’ Horace thought privately to himself. ‘Because I don’t have the faintest idea why I crave this so much either! It’s like some kind of instinct, but I don’t know why it exists or what its purpose is.’
“As long as you keep paying me twenty bucks an hour, you can sit on me all you want to,” Hal told him. “I’m saving up for a brand-new bicycle.”
The two boys were unaware that a third boy was now furtively watching them from behind some bushes about a hundred feet away. Donald was larger and older than the two boys he was observing with extreme interest. He looked much like any healthy, athletic 14 year old boy - except that his skin was an odd golden hue. He wondered if the boys would let him join them. It would be fun he could get them both to do to him what Horace was doing to Hal. And, unlike Horace, he knew precisely why he wanted it.
Donald’s thoughts and the activity of the other boys was interrupted by the entry of three other boys into the secluded glade. They immediately saw Horace and Hal and shouted in triumph.
“There he is! I told you I saw him with some little kid!” announced Ben, a tall, slender, 14-year-old black boy.
“We caught you in the act this time, you f***ing q***r!” yelled a second brunette boy about Ben’s size and age, who immediately charged toward Horace along with the third boy, another husky brunette a bit taller than he was.
Horace immediately got up off Hal and made a run for it away from his pursuers. Hal got up as well, effortlessly tossed away the ropes he was ‘bound’ with, and ran away in panic in the opposite direction. No one saw him go nor cared except for the hidden Donald, who was bitterly disappointed; that was one really cute kid and now he’d never get to meet him!
Horace ran as fast as he could but was tackled and knocked to the ground before he got fifty feet away from where he started from. His pursuers immediately laid him on his back and began sitting on him as he had done to Hal, only they were considerably less gentle about it. The biggest boy, Cal, straddled Horace’s bare chest, pinning the boy’s shoulders beneath his knees and holding the smaller boy’s wrists pinned with his hands. His two companions, Ben and Chris, immediately piled onto Horace behind him.
‘This might get interesting after all,’ David thought to himself where he crouched in concealment. Especially as the boys were now closer to his vantage point than before.
“How do you like it when someone bigger than you sits on YOUR chest, dirt-bag?” Cal snarled down at his weaker, struggling captive.
“You have no right to do this to me!” Horace protested feebly. “Get off of me, damn you!” He struggled to get up but he might as well have tried to lift a dump truck. Horace was quite literally the stereotypical 97-pound weakling.
“And when all those other little boys you sat on wanted you to get off them, did you?” asked Cal angrily. “Or did you just keep sitting on them?”
“They never asked to get off them,” Horace wanted to point out, but a sudden slap to the face prevented him from getting beyond the first word of his defense.
“We’ve got just as much right to sit on you as you do to sit on them!” said Chris pompously, not even allowing Horace to answer Cal’s question.
“More, since there are three of US and only one of YOU!” put in Ben (perhaps with typical adolescent logic), as if that settled the matter.
“But I paid them money to let me sit on them…” replied Horace in self defense.
“Now you’re paying US to sit on YOU!” announced Cal, who grabbed Horace’s wallet from where it had fallen when the boy had been tackled. He opened the wallet and pulled out its contents. “Wow! You’re so generous too! There’s over 200 bucks in here!” He gleefully divided the money from Horace’s wallet evenly with his two companions.
“But that money’s mine! Give it back!” Horace protested weakly; knowing it would do him no good.
“Sorry, pal! We don’t give refunds!” joked Cal, which brought laughs from his friends.
“You’re going to get your money’s worth too. Only we’re the ones who are gonna be on top, and we’ve got the whole day to earn your money!”
This was getting more interesting to Donald all the time. He was just considering showing himself to see if he could join in when he suddenly spotted yet another boy approaching. This is getting to be crowded part of the park all of a sudden, David groused to himself as he settled back into the hiding spot he had been about to arise from. Horace sure picked a lousy place to get some privacy with that other kid!
Horace saw the new boy first, as he was approaching from behind the three boys who were taunting him. Horace recognized the boy at once. It was Tim Hunter, a blond boy in his own eighth-grade class. He was walking his puppy and hadn’t seen Horace or his tormentors yet. Horace figured Tim had been friendly to Horace before and would probably help him out of this jam if it had involved only one other boy. But Tim was no bigger than any of the other boys and was badly outnumbered as well
Tim abruptly noticed the scene ahead of him but keep walking straight toward them. Cal, Chris, and Ben were still oblivious to his approach as they continued to sit on Horace. Cal had even begun slapping Horace in the face and taunting him before noticing the new arrival. Horace’s three tormentors stopped taunting and watched Tim impassively as he walked up to them - making no attempt to get off of their victim.
“Hi guys,” Tim greeted Cal, Ben, and Chris As if they were doing out of the ordinary. “What’s up?”
“We’re just having a little get-together, Tim,” replied Cal in a sullen voice. “Nothing that need concern you!”
“Hi, Horace!” Tim said to the victim suddenly.
“Uh, Hi Tim!” replied Horace hesitantly, wondering if Tim were going to try to help him after all. “Uh, how’s it going?”
“Oh, pretty fair, all in all!” replied Tim casually, showing no sign on his face of what he thought of all this. “Being picked on again, are you?”
“Yep!” Horace answered with a weary sigh. “Just like every other day!”
Tim knelt just a few feet away, apparently oblivious to the other boys who were beginning to glare angrily at him. “Would you like me to help, Horace?”
Horace knew that Tim was strong and athletic for a kid his age, but figured that even he couldn’t take on these three guys by himself. However, he was desperate for help by this time! “Would you, Tim?” he replied. “That’d be awfully nice of you!”
Tim stood up and faced the other three boys. “Okay, you guys. Move!” he said to them.
‘What a pal!’ Horace thought to himself.
Cal and the others were unimpressed and made no move to comply. “There are three of us and only one of you!” Cal snapped. “Horace here doesn’t count!” he added, snapping the prone boy’s nose with his fingers for emphasis. “What the f**k makes you think you can make us get off of him?”
“I don’t want you to get off of him!” Tim replied with a sudden wide grin. “I want you to make more room so that I can sit on Horace too!”
“HUH?!?” gasped Horace in sudden shock. His reaction and Tim’s statement combined surprised Cal and the others so much that they moved back without further objection. Taking off his shirt and tossing it aside, Tim quickly took advantage of the opening given to him, stepped over Horace’s head, and knelt down to straddle his chest!
Seeing Horace’s look of shock and betrayal, Cal and the other two boys laughed long and hard. “Wow! You’re COOL, Tim!” Cal said to the blond boy, clapping him in a friendly fashion on the shoulder. “Did you see the look on his face when you sat on him too?”
“Want to see more?” asked Tim. “Somebody grab that rope I see lying over there.”
It was the same rope Hal had been ‘tied’ with. Ben immediately ran over to fetch it and handed it to Tim.
Tim tried tying Horace's hands behind his back and then put him into a hogtie; but the others decided that this wasn't too satisfactory. They all wanted to continue sitting on their victim, and a hogtie would make this harder. Not because it made Horace more uncomfortable (that was actually a plus as far as they were concerned!) but because there was literally less leg room for them to sit upon.

“Okay, then let’s get him to those saplings over there,” suggested Tim. And so the four boys picked Horace up and carried him almost effortlessly (despite his struggles) to the trees thirty feet away. Then Cal, Ben, and Chris held Horace down while Tim expertly tied Horace’s wrists tightly around one tree and then his ankles together around another – trapping Horace so that he could not move at all.
“I thought you said you were going to help!” Horace wailed to Tim in frustration.
“I did!” replied Tim as he sat on Horace’s chest again. “I just didn’t say WHO I was going to help!”
Tim began slapping Horace’s face; not hard enough to hurt but just to humiliate him. Helpless, Horace was hurt far worse by Tim’s betrayal than anything else Tim could do to him physically.
“I like you, Tim!” Cal told him from where he sat on Horace’s stomach. “Let’s be friends!”
“Let’s all be friends,” said Ben… ‘all’ meaning everyone present except Horace.
“Okay!” replied Tim eagerly, for this was what he had been hoping for. He was new in town and had made few friends as yet. Horace had been one of them, but trading one unpopular friend for three popular ones seemed like a reasonable trade to him.
“Come on, you guys,” wailed Horace as he lay on the grass beneath the four of them. “This isn’t funny! Untie me and let me go! PLEASE!”
“Aw, hush up or I’ll gag you and then sit on your head!” threatened Cal. Unable to find any reason to doubt the threat, Horace immediately desisted in his pleas for mercy.
“Hey, let’s go get Pete, Oscar, and the others!” Ben suddenly suggested. “They’ll have a blast when they see Horace like this. They won’t want to miss out!”
“That’s a cool idea,” replied Cal after a moment to think. “But someone should stay here to make sure that Super Geek here doesn’t get away!”
“I’ll do it,” volunteered Tim quietly. Cal suddenly looked at the blond boy doubtfully. After all, Tim *had* been Horace’s friend… “I promise I won’t let him get away!” Tim replied with a casual smile. “If I do, you can make me take his place!”
Cal thought about it for another moment, and decided to take Tim’s word for it. “Okay! We’ll be back in a half hour! Keep our places warm for us! But if you aren’t both still here when we get back, we’ll be hunting *you* down, Hunter, and then…” he left the rest unspoken.

Tim nodded in agreement, and Cal and his friends ran off to find their other friends.
Tim remained seated on Horace’s chest – arms resting on his upraised knees and letting his full weight settle on the thinner boy’s chest – as he watched the other three leave. Horace was silently hoping this was just a trick of Tim’s to make his enemies go away without a fight. Even once Cal and the others were out of sight however, Tim made no move to get off of Horace’s chest or to free him
“Please, Tim,” Horace said in a pleading voice. “Untie me and let me go while the others are gone!”
“Nope! I can’t!” Tim said to Horace, looking down at Horace with a wicked smile Horace had never seen on his blond friend’s face before. “I promised. I really am just waiting for the others to come back!”
“I don’t understand, Tim!” Horace exclaimed in desperation. “I thought we were friends!”
“I was willing to be friends with you when we met last month, Horace,” Tim replied in a toneless voice. “But since then, I’ve heard some very strange things about you. Is it true that you often like to tie up little boys? And even to sit on them?”
“But I PAY them to let me…”
“So?” Tim cut in. “You’re a rich kid, Horace. Heck, you’re a freaking millionaire. But I hear you spend hundreds of dollars every month paying 8- to 10-year-old boys to let you sit on them. Doesn’t that bother you, or do you like using people all the time? Anyway, the older boys resent your bribing little kids and so they give you a taste of your own medicine by sitting on YOU! So how can you complain if they do to you what you do to little boys weaker than you?”
“I don’t FORCE anyone to let me sit on them… unlike you and those other hypocrites!” snapped Horace, who paid for his cheek with a dozen hard slaps on HIS cheek.
“You think that it’s fun to sit on boys half your size,” said Tim as he slapped Horace again… and again. “Well, WE think that it’s fun to sit on YOU! Fair is fair!”
“You call this fair? And I thought you were better than the others!”
After that, there was nothing more to say while Tim gleefully tormented him.
Donald continued to watch Tim torment Horace with extreme interest. “I could probably join in the fun,” he thought to himself, “and no one but Horace would probably notice or care. But this puppy gives me an idea about how I can have lots more fun in the long run! Once the cute blond kid notices that his puppy has wandered off, I’ll be ready for him.”
Donald idly petted the puppy Tim had temporarily forgotten about in his desire to make new friends while tormenting an old one. Then, still unnoticed by anyone, he picked the friendly and placid puppy up in his arms and casually walked away with it. Despite being so close to his hiding spot, Tim and Horace never heard or saw him leave.
Twenty minutes later, Cal, Ben, and Chris came back – bringing along at least half a dozen other boys their own age. Horace saw them coming and quailed in fear. Were they ALL going to sit on him and torment him?
Tim saw the look on Horace’s face and could not resist a cruel dig at his former friend’s expense. “It serves you right, Horace,” he said sanctimoniously. “Just because some little kid is so desperate for money that he lets you sit on him doesn’t mean that they LIKE being sat on!”
“But…”
“No buts, Horace. You’re only getting what’s coming to you!”
Horace made one last appeal to the blond boy’s conscience. “Please, Timmy. At least don’t let them be too cruel to me. Please? Don’t let them beat me up or anything!”
“All right, Horace. I won’t let them hurt you if I can stop them!”
“But how can I make them stop picking on me so much?”
“It’s simple, Horace,” replied Cal as he walked over and sat down on Horace’s belly. “You stop sitting on little boys and we’ll stop sitting on you! Get it?”
“Unless of course you like it when we all sit on you,” added another boy named Eric, who began to sit directly behind Cal.
“Maybe he does, and that’s why he keeps doing it!” added another boy who sat behind Eric.
“And you guys call ME strange!” muttered Horace beneath his breath; not daring to speak his mind out loud while he was at the mercy of so many boys at once.
“Thanks for keeping him safe, Timmy,” said Cal as he and Timmy switched places while a crowd of curious boys gathered all around them. “Hi, Horace. Did you miss me? Well, I’m back, and I’ll be keeping you company all day!”
“Oh, swell!” Horace groaned in spite of his wish not to further antagonize his enemies.
“I’m glad you think so,” replied Cal, who then slapped Horace in the face; not hard but just to taunt him. “Because I’m going to be here with you all frigging day!”
Tim was about to say something to taunt Horace further, but then paused and began to look around in puzzlement. Where was his dog, Sparky? The puppy was nowhere in sight! Starting to feel frantic, Tim got off Horace and grabbed his discarded shirt.
“What’s wrong, Tim?” asked Cal. “Why’d you get off Horace?”
“My dog has wandered off,” explained Timmy as he put his shirt back on. “Has anyone seen which way he went?”
But no one – including Horace – had seen which way the little dog had gone.
“Don’t worry! He’ll turn up!” said an unconcerned Cal as he removed his own shirt and proceeded to gag Horace’s mouth with it.
“No, I’ve got to go look for him! See you guys later!”
“Okay, Tim! I’ll keep your place warm for you until you get back!”
By the time Tim was out of sight, there were six boys atop Horace from his upper chest to his ankles. A small nine-year-old boy wearing only shorts walked up to the group and gazed curiously down at Horace. “Can I sit on his FACE?” he asked casually.
“Sure, kid! Go ahead” replied Cal with a laugh.
Horace looked up in fear at the little boy’s approach and frantically prepared to hold his breath…
To Be Continued - - -
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: The League of Extraordinary Boys (multiple m/m)

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Oct 10, 2013 12:57 pm

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 - - -
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...