|
Quite a boarding school! 9. An evening to make sure "O.K., Fred. It’s time to get things going. Tie him up." From the comments Lewis made and the advice he gave, Travis understood Ben was pinned down on a chair where ropes held him firmly. "OK, now the special briefs. Good, this Glidor looks great!" "Now it’s your turn to sit on it. Your butt between his thighs… Yeah! Try to get your navel touching his… All right! Now your legs a little back. Let me use this rope…" "Ouch!" "Oops… Sorry!" Fred sounded lustfully enthusiastic. "Now, I’m gonna silence you nasty little sissies!" "Please!" Ben pleaded half-heartedly. Travis could not really figure out what was going on just by hearing what happened. He was rather puzzled… Soon he heard the muffled cries of the twosome. To Travis’s ears, these moans of two teenagers in action were sweet music. Now was the time to take his chance. He grabbed his pass and burst out of his room. In his other hand Travis held a pair of handcuffs, because he was no total rookie when it came down to these games — but that would be yet another story to be told. The face of the lightly freckled reddish blond was displaying a glimmer of impish lust, irradiating through his blue eyes in spite of the weak lighting provided by the halls' night lights. Even though they would have locked their door and left the key inside the bolt, he could still have used his pass. But they actually had merely locked the door and put the key away somewhere. "Lewis?" Travis whispered, as he closed the door behind him keeping his eyes on the captor who turned his back to him. He got a kick out of the panicked then surprised look he read on young Fatbind’s face. Caught red handed! And the looks of the prefect were flabbergasting. He wore track suit pants and a nylon tee shirt underlining his muscular chest and his thin waist. Travis had decided to make a job of the gym, so he had to be in the best possible shape for the longest time if he did not want to lose his professional credibility. Lewis was staring blankly, gaping, and trying to think of something to say. But the surprise had struck him enough that he obeyed when Travis ordered him to get in position to get his hands cuffed behind his back. A roll of wide athletic tape resting on the desk came in handy to keep Lewis quiet. Travis could not afford to take any risks in handling this situation. He then had a look at Ben and Fred. The latter was riding the former who was sitting, tied on a chair. They rested cheeks to cheeks, gagged with glossy nylon that Travis reckoned nicely sophisticated. "Well, what have we got here?" He patted Fred on his shoulder. It made the pair writhe a little. "Most excellent, my dear Lewis. I think your two friends can stay in here for a little while." He addressed personally the bound pair. "You have no reason to be afraid. You’re just going to wait. Lewis, did you stuff anything in their mouth?" The three gagged teens denied vehemently, which made Travis smile mischievously. He knew they’d be safe if he left them here for a half hour. Plus the fact he was carrying the little receiver with him. "Then I guess you just have to be a little patient. But it seems you know how to entertain yourselves. Lewis and I must talk, and we can’t do that here. But I have a place in mind. Call if needed, I can hear you." He waved the little electronic device. © Copyright Bondwriter 2006
|