“Good morning, buddy… you sleep ok? You were out for a while…. not that it was your choice.”
“Had you pegged for a briefs guy…did your girlfriend buy you that orange underwear..? Fuck.. bet she did. No worries, pal… I’ve got some Hanes for you - yeah.. some boyhood tighty whities, nice and tight. You’ll like ‘em…
UHNGHHHH!! UHH! UHHH!!
”…won’t bunch up on you, bro.. freedom of movement. Well.. not that you’ll have any freedom. Not for awhile, bro….
UHHEYEE EEHHH! UUUHH UUUU!
“What’s that, bud…? Sounded like, “Untie me”..? And some other complaint.. yeah.. you keep fighting, guy. Hard to understand you with my Fruit of the Looms from last night balled up and taped in your mouth. You like sucking on those briefs…? Lots of precum, guy… watching you strut around that bar… tight F’ing body.. filled your mouth nice and tight…..”
“….yeahhh.. you’re not getting untied any time soon. In fact I’ve got lots more gear planned for your ass (guy unpacks a black leather duffle on the bed. Ropes, leather gear, gags, spreader bar.. couple packs of white briefs)…and this room all weekend… gonna train up my new briefs-slave real good…Well.. soon to be in briefs. Time to get you in your Saturday uni, big guy….I’d guess some Men’s medium briefs for you… sound right…. big guy….?
UHNGHHH!! UHHHHHH!! UHHH!
“Oh.. one more thing…and I hope you don’t mind…but I took the liberty of force feeding you a couple Viagra, before I jammed my underwear in you mouth. Big guy.”
“That was really worth learning all those knots and not be able to untie one’s self!” the Boy Scout said to himself.
He didn’t have time to taste the bitter irony of the situation; he could hear the door opening.
“So! What do we have here?” an unknown voice said. The room was so plunged into darkness that he could not have seen his abductor clearly, even hadn’t a thick multilayered bandana blindfold pressed against his eyes. “Looking for your missing mates, huh?”
The gallant Patrol Leader (Lynx Patrol, “Active!”) Indeed followed a sinister trail. In the past few days, comrades from his Scout troop started to disappear into thin air. He had been made responsible to prospect an isolated house in a few kilometres from the camp.
At the moment he found a campaign hat left behind on the ground in the surroundings of house, he fell a strong hand grabbing his arms from behind while a second one gagged him.
No sooner said than done, he found himself heavily gagged, blindfolded, all tied up on a chair. And wondering what would happen to him next…
“Alright mate, I’ve got a pizza delivery for this address..
..wait, what’s the rope and tape for? “
By the time the young delivery boy knew what was going on, the door was shut behind him as he was ambushed by our 4 piece gang…
We had our eye on him for some time, he was perfect for an order we had to forfill, stocky tattooed 20 something that could take part in the Asian underground fight circuit… We came across him by chance as we saw him going about his day to day buissness… We used to order from his pizza shop a few times and tipped generously so the young chav would keep accepting our orders and bring them straight to the door…
The timing couldn’t be more perfect. We placed our order a week or so from Payday when he would inevertably be skint. As soon as he walked into the appartment a cloroform soaked rag was placed over his mouth… He fought well.. Really well… This kid was strong. He was going to do well in his new life…
Eventually he went limp… The vapours had taken there full effect and he lay there on the floor, a minute ago he had fought the four men causing unprecedented damage to the appartment and now he was still, the silence could be cut with a knife. After a few seconds the men caught there breath and got to work…
We started to tie the lads ankles and hands with rope, aswell as roping his tourso, a checkered blue bandanna was shoved into the lads mouth and held in place with a white ripped sheet tied tightly into his mouth securing the bandanna in place…
We then got to work with the clingfilm. We started at the feet. Covering his airmax 90s, joggers and tshirt in three too four layers of the stuff, as we got to his head he started to come round the look of fear lit up his eyes as he realised he could not move… He tried to stuggle, but couldn’t… In order to quench the guilt I personally took another rag of white cloth and blindfolded him… “its nothing personal kid. Its just buisness…
As he grunted and howled into his gag. We got the wrap of silver duct tape, and went from head to toe… 1. 2, 3, 4 layers later and only the poor boys nose was visible… As he was lifted to load into a padded crate, one of two in the room… The other ready for the next poor victim… you could feel him trying desperately to move. But was unable to due to the amount of tape securing his body. He went in without a hitch and the lid was shut. With an air pipe running in so as the lad did not suffocate on his long journey, staps and nails kept the lid firmly shut …
The other 3 members of the gang went to get the van as I put the crate onto a trolley to wheel down to the van, The crate was taken in an underused service lift down to a underground car park. Once the coast was clear the crate was loaded into a secret compartment of the dirty white transit van under a raised floor and driven around 30 miles to an abandoned airfield. Where a waiting mid sized Cesnor was waiting to fly him off to his new home.
The crate holding the pool lad was strapped into the holding area of the plane… A dull crying sound should be herd… He was still awake and I couldn’t help feeling he knew what was happening to him… The panic in his grunts was that of a desperate lad… As the plane engines roured… And the plane began to taxi down the runway… The distant sound of siens was herd getting ever closer, the cop were onto us… I stayed behind and instructed the other 3 men to go without me… I would hold off the cops… In a veiled attempt to get away the plane was put into full thrust and began tearing down the runway… As the gang members built up speed Blue lights at the opposite end of the runway got ever closer… They had had no choice but to attempt to pull up… I lite a cigarette as I watched them try in vein to get away… plane lifted and swayed from side to side then seemed to stop in midair as the nose pitched up, it wasn’t going fast enouth and ended up dipping… It hurtled down and crashed into a nearby mound of earth…
I walked calmly towards the wreckage. I could see my 3 teammates were starting to stir… As one of them looked at me they mouthed "help me”
I glared at him, glass eyed, and took a final drag of my ciggy… “ill help you, all the way to hell” without blinking I threw the nubend into a puddle of aviation fuel that had leaked from the plane and watched it burn with the evil traffickers still strapped in their seats.
As the police closed in I ran, the police arrived just as the plane exploded. The crate burst open… But there was nothing inside… Just a recorder and a mid sized bowles ball smoldering… I took my leave…
Back in the appartment… The second crate lay there with the boy still inside… Guess I had the idiots load the wrong one in into the van. Inside there was a microphone live streaming the lads crys to the one in the now destroyed plane… I whispered into the box “I’m really sorry mate, that you had to go through this. You were always going to he safe, just hang in there a little longer the police will be here shortly to cut you lose, I’ve transfered £20,000 to your account for your trouble… And evidence of who did this. Go to uni… Remember… I wasn’t here”
Within minutes of leaving the appartment the police were freeing the boy… With all the evidence of the people trafficking cartels involvement… And ultimate demise thanks to this private hit…
I dialed my agency, “its done, all members of the organisation are now out of circulation”
“I’m sorry Jason… but to say that we didn’t do our job properly is to admit failure…and this company doesn’t do failure…. we letting you go” Said Ross Davidson…the CEO of Davidson Haulage…
“But boss… I said those brakes on the Truck were faulty before I left base… you told me to carry on… it isn’t my fault” exclaimed Jason. Mr Davidsons recently dismissed employee"
“I’m sorry Jason… but there is know I in team… only a me… and me, myself and I cannot afford for this to get out… so therefore… your going to have to take this one for the team” replied Ross smugly
“Oh ill take something ross” murmured Jason menacingly under his breath before promptly storming out of Davidson’s office.
3 months later
The time had finally come for Corey Davidson to rejoin his Family at there New England home. He was studying in Ohio and a keen athlete, 22 years old… in shape… all the girls loved him, and all the boys wanted to be him.
On the morning of his long journey he decided on a blue muscle fit t-shirt. Loose jeans and his timberland boots… he wanted to be comfortable but smart… on the morning of his journey from Ohio to New England he received a text from his mom.
Hi Corey, hope your OK and enjoyed the last few days of college, your dad’s sent Micheal to get you in the car, he said he’s sorry he couldn’t send the Jet but he’s had to fly out to England, and the spare jet was tampered with last night at the airfield, someone’s tampered with the fuel filter and apparently its un airworthy… sorry son, me and your dad can’t wait to see you… he will be back from London tonight. Love you xxx
Corey grinned… he loved being driven around in his Dad’s cars because they were the coolest..
It was 12pm… Corey looked out his window to see Micheal… clean and crisp waiting for him in the RRP.
“Good afternoon Mr Davidson… I trust you are well” said Micheal rather stiffly
“Bro, I’ve told you when the old man’s not around you can call me Corey” smiled Corey lightly as he greeted Micheal with a friendly bro Hug. Corey wasn’t like his parents, he didn’t have the brute business prowess of his dad, nor did he have the business brain of his mom. He remembered a simpler time when they were living on a trailer park in Oregon before his Dad’s firm took off.
With a friendly smile they were off… cruising down the interstate… radio blaring… singing and being Lads, at 25 Micheal was only 3 years older than Corey and they were more like friends then stately family and the help.
While approaching the first service area… Micheal noticed a semi truck in his rear view mirror… nothing unusual on the interstate… bit this one seemed different… it always remained behind the car… never to close but never to far away…
The two pulled into the first service area around 2 hours after leaving Ohio… Michael went to freshen up as Corey had fallen asleep whilst on the drive…
While he was in the service station… the truck that had been semi following the two pulled up alongside the RR… a pair of cowboy boots stepped down from the cab and peered into the back seats.
“I knew it was him”… choked the Trucker…
Just as the trucker Glared into the car Corey Awoke..
“Whoa wtf” he shouted as he saw the Trucker learing into the window
“Sorry buddy” said the trucker softly… “didn’t mean to startle, you was just admiring the wheels”
“There my dads” replied Corey in a alert daze"
“Well Daddy is a lucky guy to be able to have it all, the car and the good looking son, see you on the interstate kid” laughed the Trucker before disssapearing into the service area.
“How odd” Corey though to himself as Micheal arrived back at the car.
“Awake then sleepy head” joked Micheal as he got back into the drivers seat"
“Yeah man. Can we get out of here please” replied Corey in a nervous voice.
Meanwhile In the service station the trucker was getting supplies
‘OK sugar… that’s a tin of beans, bumper pack diet cola. Sleeping pills. 3 lengths of rope and a role of tape… anyone would think you were Mr Gray from that Film Hunni, what’s your name" smiled a chirpy Southern checkout girl.
“Jason. You can call me Jason Gray… and not today” smirked Jason the Trucker in his best Christian Gray impression.
The Race was now on… Jason had been planning his revenge since the day he was fired from Davidsons… he knew where Corey and Michael would he heading and knew he had to catch up with them… his dirty white truck pounded the interstate with every last horsepower it had until the roller was back in sight… for the next 100 or so miles he followed the car until it finally came to rest at the next trucker stop…
He watched the two go and grab something to eat… this was it. He had to act fast… he crept alongside the phantom and let down the two nearside tyres… and waited for the boys to return…
Upon there return Micheal was Livid.
“VANDALS” he exclaimed loudly as he realised the car was immobile.
“Look” said a frustrated Corey… I’m going to go for a walk… there’s a trail down there that we can stretch our legs… come with if you want"
I’ll stop with the motor bro… you go if you want to… mind for trucks" joked Micheal.
As he walked down the trail… Jason pulled his truck 100 yards down… out of sight of anyone. His phone vibrated…
He’s on his way
Corey Walked down the trail… it was lined with empty trucks if guys who where bedding down for the night… some were from his Dad’s firm… some were competitor’s… some were plain… as he passed the last one… a voice called out quietly…
“Corey… Corey… Corey.. ”
“Yeah mppphh” before Corey could finish his sentence a gloved hand clamped across his mouth and his tourso… he kicked and struggled but a sharp pain in the back of his head rendered him lifeless… he was carried to a truck and shoved into the cab and onto the bed in the cab sleeping area.
Here Corey’s hands were tied behind his back… his tourso and shoulders roped, booted ankles tightly tied together… Jason grabbed a sweaty bandanna off the dashboard and shoved it deep into Corey’s mouth before securing it with silver gorilla tape… before wrapping 3 layers around his eyes… once he was sure he was out… he jumped into the drivers seat and started the engine…
Got him Mikey… now burn the car and get out of here… I’ll send you your cut when Daddy pays up
Jason messaged Micheal, who had been in on the plan the whole time… he had one last check that Corey was still out
He then left the truck stop… and pulled off the interstate onto rural roads…
He drove for hour and hours… Corey screamed into his gag a few times but it was no good… nobody could hear him scream
The next day… the Davidson family received this letter…
Where’s your son…. nooo he’s not up in bed… he’s in our basement… snuck in and grabbed him last night… got the butler to slip you and the Mrs a few sleeping pills… now… you wanna see him again… I suggest you listen very carefully to our demands
I knew if I kidnapped your whimp of a son I’d be able to use him to bait the real prize into my possession… enjoy each other’s company while you can because in a few hours I’m selling the boy out to a potential buyer and as for you big guy.. well let’s just say that big muscular body of yours belongs to me now…
Rumor has it that this poor young guy’s mom married a younger man who wasn’t the least bit interested in raising someone else’s teenager….so one night when the new wife was out of town visiting relatives, Todd got a little something extra in his soda, and when he finally woke up……
“Gee, I don’t know WHERE Todd got to, dear. Looks like his clothes are gone. Maybe he ran off with a girl or something. You know how boys are.”