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Quite a boarding school! 10. Explanations He grabbed the cuffed boy, and once he had checked the corridor was clear — and why would it not be? —he led him towards the other end of the building. They entered his office, and Travis opened a smaller door to his small apartment. For security reasons he slept in the office to be available to the kids in the dorm in case of emergency. But he had the use of the apartment, a three bedroom unit located at the other end of a hall to which a small door gave access. This hall was desert, because it only served, a laundry room, a dark room and a few other places used as storage rooms. They did not lack space in Saint Thomas More. He walked Lewis all the way down the hall, and then unlocked a new door to let him cross the threshold of his lair. It was a very plain apartment. In the living room there was mainly a big rectangular wooden table. This apartment was used mainly on week-ends by prefects who came here to have little dinner parties; most of them enjoyed spending a little time inside the school walls on their free time, because it was like owning it to some extent. Leaving the captive teen standing, Travis went to the adjacent room; through the open door, Lewis noticed it was a bedroom. But he did not see where Travis got the ropes he came back with. "Climb on the table and lay on your back." Lewis did not move. He was a little shocked. He was scolded. "Come on, quick." He eventually reacted and came to the narrow end of the piece of furniture, where there was no chair. He turned around to present his Glidor clad butt to the edge of the table. He tiptoed his way up in sitting position. From there, he raised his legs, bending them at the knees and brought his heels into contact with the edge of the table. He pushed his way gradually towards the middle of the wooden rectangle until his rear was in the center of the diagonals. He lay on his back despite the unease caused by his cuffed wrists in the small of his back. This did not last too long, for Travis spread-eagled him to the legs of the table with ropes. He then came to the side, looked downward and locked his eyes into those of the gagged boy. With their faces back to front, the captive’s look seemed even more surprised. "I need to ask you a few yes or no questions, so the tape is going to stay on your lips for a little while. First, did Ben and Fred ever tie you?" Lewis denied. "So, you tie them up? That’s what I needed to know. And did they give you oral favours?" Lewis Fatbind opened his doe-like eyes yet wider, while vigorously shaking no with his head. "There's no hurry for you guys to get into this type of things. But I just wanted to know…You already can think of clever set-ups. That's why I want to have a nice little chat with you." Lewis nodded yes so Travis, having laid along his prisoner, removed the strips of tape… "It’s not like you are allowed to interrupt, but I think that as I tell you my little tale, you may have precisions to ask. Nod if you need explanations. I will try to be brief…" © Copyright Bondwriter 2006
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