Unfortunately something happened!
This story is dedicated to W3sKer96 who definitely provided the non-ignorable inspiration for what I thought would be a short story of about 6000 words. Serves me right for being a long-winded old fart.
I must also thank Tiedup101 for yet another guest appearance. But that comes later.
“You realise that this is a work of charity.†he said to the American kid once his associates had presented him to their employer. “My associates were getting out of practice so I thought that they could try to oblige you. I hope you haven’t been disappointed.†In spite of the fact that he’d got what he asked for, he still seemed to be terrified of what might happen to him next.
Jeremy was paying his regular visit to Walmart but today he had a better reason than usual to do so. It was the only place in the backwater in which he lived to buy the stuff that he needed for his forthcoming trip to Dallas. Not being stupid, he wasn’t expecting it to be just the way it was portrayed on the television but it had to be more exciting than Commerce where he was living.
Just as he was nearing the entrance, a large guy with the same colouring as his but a very different accent approached him and said, “Hello, I’m Phil, sometimes I’m called Big Phil.â€
Why this stocky, Asiatic looking Brit, whom he’d never seen before, should speak to him he didn’t know but the address did throw him off his guard.
“This is my friend, Will. Our boss would like to meet you.†As he said this, a tall, square-shouldered, tanned white guy moved in on his other side. “Now, you could shout and draw attention to yourself. If you do so, my colleague will drug you with the hypodermic that, if you just look down, you will see. We will then just depart and before anybody realises that there’s a problem, we’ll be gone like vegetarians at a hog roast. The problem you have is to decide whether to risk the drug or not.â€
Jeremy looked down and saw the syringe in Will’s hand shielded from sight by his own body and, when he looked up again saw the mock friendly smile on Will’s face that he’d affected so that no one would become suspicious.
“Co-operate?†Said Phil. Jeremy was no shrimp at six foot plus but he looked up a good three inches into Will’s face and very little less to look Phil in the eye.
Jeremy nodded.
“I’m glad about that.†said Phil, “You see: I’m half Filipino too, that’s why the Professor sent me on this mission, but I like to think I’ve got a more traditional build.†He also kept a mock-friendly smile on his face while he was talking and, to be fair, Phil did look as if he walked through walls for training.
“Come this way, please. And don’t forget, my silent friend here is just dying to practice his hypodermic skills.â€
The two Brits marched their new acquaintance to a panel van parked as close to the store as possible. The disablity card in the window must have been a forgery. Will opened the rear doors and Phil nodded his head towards the interior. Jeremy took the hint.
Once the doors had been closed with him and his abductors inside, Phil knocked on the front of the compartment and shouted, “Got him. Go. Go. Go!†and the van took off. It took a while for Jeremy to take in the situation even though he realised that he had been abducted. Neither of his captors was restraining him and he looked round. The van had no windows and was running surprisingly quietly. He noticed that the inside seemed to have been adapted in an unusual fashion. There were slats along the sides and two poles reaching from the floor to the ceiling.
“We’ve been told to take you to meet our boss. We know you post on “Stories of Tie Up Games†so I expect you have heard of the Professor. He’d just like a little word with you.†Jeremy was still confused as he was new to the site but he’d realised some time ago that there was no point in resisting his captors. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be beaten or drugged.
“You wanted to know what sort of building would be good for bondage so our boss thought we ought to show you one. Problem is, it’s nowhere near Dallas. Have you ever been to England?â€
Jeremy didn’t even have a passport. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have been carrying it for a visit to Walmart. So the stunned answer was, “No.â€
“You’d be surprised how lax the security is on some of the local airports in the US. It’s quite easy to get what you call an “airplane†off the ground at a private airport without too many questions being asked and, with the Professor’s connections and a forged export certificate, we don’t even expect to meet with any problems at all.â€
Jeremy just about managed to hold it together at that stage but it was a close run thing.
Will produced several lengths of rope from a locker in the van and Phil grabbed Jeremy and pulled him towards one of the poles. It was only then that Jeremy realised that he must be riding in a very special van as there as very little jostling around. The usual movements due to travelling had been significantly damped.
Will took a rope and pulled Jeremy’s arms together behind the pole. In spite of the fact that he was fairly slender, there was no way Will could get his elbows to meet behind the pole but Jeremy was left with hardly any slack once Will had finished. Just to restrict Jeremy’s potential movement even further, his hands were forced palm to palm and his wrists bound in parallel before being cinched firmly. The finishing touch was the short piece of paracord binding his thumbs together.
Until the discomfort of being tied to the post started to set in, Jeremy had thought it better to remain quiet but Will was not being too gentle with him. Then he started to gob off.
“I’d advise you to stop that.†suggested Big Phil. But Jeremy took no notice. “Sorry, mush. I did warn you.†With that and with Jeremy’s mouth at full yell, a tennis ball that had been split was quickly shoved into his mouth with the split at the front. Will had a rope that had been prepared for the purpose. It had a very short Bridport dagger tied into it with the bight reduced to a size just about big enough to accept the free end of the rope. He forced the thickened rope into the split in the tennis ball and threaded the free end through the bight. Once it had been pulled tight, the gag was pulled hard back into Jeremy’s mouth. More tightening and fiddling left Jeremy unable to move his tongue or to close his lips. The final layer was added when Phil plastered a huge piece of Elastoplast between the prisoner’s chin and his nose and most of the way to his ears.
“Sorry, mush, I did warn you.†repeated Phil. Jeremy had always wanted to be kidnapped and gagged – or so he thought. Now it was actually happening, he was no longer so sure. His short-sleeved shirt provided no protection form the ropes pulling his elbows back and the rope of his gag was already more than uncomfortable.
In spite of the van’s damping action, Jeremy still stood with his feet apart to try to take the pressure off his bonds. Will and Phil let him stay like that. It was going to be a long journey.
Jeremy tried pleading to be allowed down from the post but his pleas were totally indecipherable. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, brother.†said Phil sounding almost sincere, “I can’t stand it.†With that, his customary sparkling, dark-eyed grin appeared again as he wrapped another large strip of Elastoplast over his victim’s eyes and smoothed the edges carefully onto his face.
Having secured their quarry, Will and Phil pulled some seats and a table down from the side of the van and settled down for a game of cards and a round of disgusting (and grotesquely exaggerated) stories. Once all the stories had been exhausted, they took a kip; it was, as has been said, to be a long journey.
Jeremy had to try to stand throughout the ordeal. After about two hours, he would have promised anything to be allowed to sit; after three hours he would have promised more than that to have been allowed a drink. He hadn’t thought about that when he wrote about being gagged on the TUGs site. After four hours he felt the van stop. He couldn’t hear anything going on outside as the van was efficiently sound-proofed and he was desperate to get off his feet, desperate for a drink and even more desperate for a piss. Perhaps now he’d be taken out of the van?
His hopes were dashed when he felt the van start up again and start to move forwards. They seemed to be climbing a ramp but at least it was a very short journey.
“Listen carefully.†came the voice that he was coming to recognise as Phil’s, “You are going on a very long journey. You can either be kept like this: bound to a post, standing for eight hours, thirsty, hungry and, probably even worse, wet when you lose control of your bladder. Or would you like to co-operate?â€
Jeremy nodded enthusiastically initially forgetting the post behind his head.
“Good. You will follow my instructions carefully. Do you agree? Jeremy nodded in a rather more restrained fashion.
He then felt what he presumed to be a hood pulled over his head and laced tightly into position. His muffled whimpering was ignored by both Will and Phil. Will cut the ropes and cord fastening Jeremy’s arms and thumbs; Jeremy fell forwards breaking his fall with his arms.
“Don’t make a fuss.†instructed Will, “Just get your clothes off. All of them.â€
For just about a millisecond Jeremy considered disobeying. After that he just fumbled around until he was naked. As he obeyed instructions to stand up and was trying to protect his modesty with his hands, Jeremy was told by Phil that he would be taken to the toilet.
I think a faint “Ngggh nnn†could be taken as “Thank god†or equivalent as he felt his arms back-hammered and felt himself propelled forwards and, as he assumed, out of the van and into a small lavatory cubicle.
“Get on with it, you’ll have to feel round for the bog roll and don’t even think of trying to interfere with your hood.†Jeremy heard a door slam shut and he did that of which he was in desperate need and then felt himself being pulled to his feet. “Put these on.†Jeremy found some fabric in his hands. With a little manual dexterity he managed to get the briefs the right way round. By some miracle, he then managed to insert the appropriate parts of himself through the correct apertures and to pull the briefs into place and fasten the draw-string. Jeremy could feel that the garment was at least two sizes too small but he had no way of objecting.
Here’s his situation: he was standing with the tan lines on his naturally light olive coloured skin displayed bizarrely by the over-tight white Speedos he was wearing, he could hear noises like an engine going and could feel considerable vibrations through his feet. He was also completely blindfolded, heavily gagged and finding breathing far from easy due not only to the gag but also because of the all-encompassing hood he was wearing.
Will and Phil were deciding how to restrict their victim’s movements during his forthcoming journey. They decided that tying his wrists behind him for that length of time would soon become painful. At least Jeremy was glad to hear that they were taking some care of his well-being. Eventually he found himself pushed onto a well padded seat into which he was securely strapped around his waist and chest. Phil and Will continued with their task. Will tied Jeremy’s hands in a cross in front of him and pulled them down to the seat of his chair, tethering them to a ring in the floor. With that one of his captors removed the constricting mask; at least now he could breathe a bit more easily.
Will tied the twenty year-old Asian American’s ankles, not too tightly, and fashioned a short rope cuff between them which he then fastened off to the same ring in the floor he had used for his wrist rope. Their job thus done, the two kidnapers strapped themselves in and told the pilot they were ready. It was only then that Jeremy realised that he had been secured in an aeroplane. His panic intensified again and, as the transport plane started to taxi, he started to thrash around as best he could.
His captors ignored him all the while the plane taxied and gained altitude. One they were in level flight Will unstrapped himself and ent over to the still ineffectually flailing Jeremy. He grabbed his hair to keep his head still and pinched his nostrils. After about thirty seconds Jeremy stopped struggling and sat still.
“That’s better.†said Will calmly, “We can’t have you thrashing around like that; you might injure yourself.†At the first sign of Jeremy’s starting to struggle again, Will cut off his breathing once more. Jeremy settled more quickly this time. “You can either listen to me or I can extend the breath deprivation until you pass out. Listen?†Jeremy did his best to nod and Will allowed him to breathe once more.
“You have about eight hours before we land. Either I can drug you or deprive you of breath until you pass out. Neither process is very safe. Or you can co-operate. You might even be allowed to eat and drink. Just imagine having that gag in place for eight hours even if you are unconscious. What do you think it will feel like after eight hours? Or would you rather co-operate?†Will let go of Jeremy’s hair and said, “Grunt twice if you want to co-operate.â€
“Aaanh! Aaanh!â€
“Wise decision. Now sit quietly; my mate, Phil, needs his beauty sleep.â€
“Watch it, Monkey Man.†responded Phil. Will didn’t like that nickname. He’d had it since junior school because of his characteristically shaped jaw and lips. Nevertheless, his good mate Phil could get away with it where anyone else would probably have been on the wrong end of a beating.
After having left Jeremy for about an hour to see if he was going to behave himself, Phil went over to the prisoner and offered him a drink as long as he promised not to make a noise. Let’s face it, in a transport plane at that altitude it wouldn’t matter if he made as much noise as a passing jumbo jet, no one except the crew was going to hear him. It was just a part of a prisoner’s necessary conditioning.
“Don’t forget: one word and the gag goes back in and stays there for at least the next eight hours.†Phil saw his prisoner nod and started the prolonged process of un-gagging him. There was an inevitable muffled squeal as Phil quickly ripped off the Elastoplast and extracted a fair amount of Jeremy’s un-shaven facial hair. Will’s rope creation had been pulled tight enough to be really difficult to untie. It wasn’t even loose enough to pull out and lodge round its wearer’s neck and Phil’s effort to do so caused Jeremy to utter a mercifully muffled opinion about overweight Limey’s. Eventually Phil managed to loosen the bight enough to start withdrawing the free end of the rope. It left an unpleasant rope burn near Jeremy’s right cheek in spite of his attempt to be careful. A few more seconds and the pressure was off the sides of Jeremy’s mouth. Phil hooked the sodden tennis ball out of his mouth and Jeremy waggled his jaw. How long had it been since he could move his jaw?
Will held the mouth-piece of a camel pack up to Jeremy’s mouth where he cold feel it and said, “Drink.†Jeremy accepted and even thanked his captor afterwards. “Eat.†came the next instruction as Jeremy felt something else held to his lips. Will proceeded to offer up the Black Farmer’s mutton stew to Jeremy’s mouth. It was hot but most welcome and, even blindfolded, Jeremy managed to eat it ravenously. Chocolate covered Kendal Mint cake might not be to everyone’s taste but Jeremy didn’t know when, or even if, he’d be offered anything else so he ate the entire bar as it was given to him. “Drink?†Will was not exactly in conversational mode.
Jeremy said, “Yes, please.†and Will gave him the camel pack again.
“Right, all done?â€
“Thank you.â€
“OK. Open up.â€
“Please!â€
“Be careful what you say, boy.â€
“Please, I know you’re going to gag me but I don’t think I could stand having that tennis ball in my mouth for the next god knows how many hours.â€
“That’s alright. I’ve got something different here. Just remember: if you manage to expel it, or still mange to make too much noise, I’ve got a more extreme version I want to try out.â€
Not that Jeremy could see what was happening to him but Will had tied a far longer version of the Bridport dagger in a thin rope which he jammed between Jeremy’s teeth. The knot must have been little short of fifteen centimetres long and stuck out each side of the victim’s mouth by quite a bit. Will reduced the bight until it was little bigger than the cross-section of the rope it was made of and threaded the free end through and pulled tight. Once it had been tied off Jeremy was completely unable to close either his teeth or his lips but his tongue was far less encumbered than it had been by the tennis ball.
“Comfy?†asked Will. Jeremy did not dignify that with an answer.
If he tried to speak, Jeremy could probably have just about made himself understood but he didn’t think it was worth a try all the while Will had his threatened more extreme version in reserve.