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Chapter Six

The Kidnapping

Charlie stood in his bathroom looking in the mirror. He was wearing only a towel at his waist. He closely inspected his chin looking for any signs of growth but still found nothing. He then quickly played with his hair trying to style it and he put on deodorant as he sang to himself.

I came from the people

They need to adore me

So Christian Dior me

From my head to my toes

I need to be dazzling

I want to be rainbow high!

They must have excitement

And so must I

Charlie pulled the towel free from his waist and he let it fall as he looked down and examined his penis for signs of growth since the last time he checked. He also checked the few strands of pubic hair that were starting to grow.

He pulled on a fresh clean pair of tighty whities then picked up the towel and put it in a laundry bin. He stepped out of his bathroom and Kyle was grudgingly leaning against a wall

“Gawd, you take forever,” Kyle grumbled then saw that Charlie was only in his briefs. “And… you’re still not ready.”

“Hey, perfection takes time.” Charlie replied then laughed to himself.

“Are we going to the club or spending the night waiting for you to get dressed?” Kyle asked. impatiently. He had been looking forward to going to the gay club that Charlie had talked about. He never knew one existed because it seemed unlikely with how homophobic everyone around him was. He hoped to meet some peers he could relate to.

The only thing that worried him was how Charlie and him were going to get inside. Neither of them were 18 years old and that was the minimum to get in. Charlie had said he had a way to get them inside but Kyle was skeptical.

Charlie had ordered him to dress in his best clothes for the club so Kyle wore a suit he had used recently for a funeral. He was lucky it still fit though it was slightly small on him but it was just barely noticeable.

Charlie finally walked out of his room dressed in an expensive looking silk shirt that was multicolored in dark colors. He also wore black pants and patent leather shoes.

The Coach tossed his clipboard, full of notes from tonight’s game, onto his desk. He reached for a large ball made up of pieces of gum he had chewed and he stuck them together. He had the check that Mr. Blanchard had tried to bribe him with, stuck to the gum collection. He added the piece he was chewing to it and reached for his cigarettes when he saw Mr Blanchard casually walking to his office past the lockers.

The players had been celebrating tonight’s victory and they were shouting as they tossed their uniforms about as they undressed to use the showers. The Coach’s expression darkened and he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Congratulations on your victory.” Mr. Blanchard said cordially. The Coach grunted in reply as he waited for the rich snob to stop wasting his time and keeping him from his cigarette. Mr. Blanchard waited for an appropriate response, other than the grunt, but continued when he realized there would not be one.

“I see you still have not accepted my offer, is there another way I can convince you?” Mr. Blanchard asked as his demeanor changed.

“The school has an equal time policy. This means that all players on the team must have equal time on the court. The more exceptional players are granted a little more leeway because of scouts and potential scholarships. That being said, your son Jacob is not an exceptional player. I won’t justify granting him extra time.” The Coach explained as Mr. Blanchard’s expression darkened.

“Here,” The Coach said as he tossed the ball of gum with Mr. Blanchard’s check that was attached to it, at him. The ball lightly hit his lapel and fell to the floor as Mr. Blanchard remained motionless. Mr. Blanchard fought to suppress showing any signs of the rage he felt at the filthy ball of gum tossed at him.

It was a little known fact that he has a fear of germs. His fear was so great that he could not be affectionate with anyone, not even his own son. His son was born by finding a desperate prostitute that needed money and was willing to be artificially inseminated. He paid her to carry his aire and allowed her to live in luxury at his mansion. After Jacob was born and no longer needed her, he made her sign away all her rights to him and paid her then kicked her out of his home.

He also made sure she was not sick or on drugs in any way that would cause Jacob to be inferior. This way he would have an aire to his estate should anything happen to him. He hoped Jacob would follow in his footsteps though Jacob had shown no interest.

Mr. Blanchard had strong ties to the mafia and he earned his wealth by granting them special favors. He later made strong ties with the government by passing them information as he played both sides against each other. He carefully hid his true motives so both sides trusted that he was their ally.

“A favor for me is a favor for thee,” Mr. Blanchard quoted after he took a moment to settle himself back to his neutral demeanor. “I can get you your old job back as a drill sergeant if you assist me with Jacob.”

“If you want to use your money so badly then why don’t you get him some lessons because he’s not cutting it by talent alone.” The Coach replied indignantly. My Blanchard and The Coach glared at each other for several seconds. Mr. Blanchard was the first to look away and he took a deep breath as he regained his composure.

“Very Well as you wish,” He replied and turned and walked away. “Hope you don’t regret your decision.” He whispered to himself. The Coach had disappeared as Mr. Blanchard walked by the lockers on his way back to the gym.

He gagged at the smell of the sweaty basketball uniforms that were haphazardly tossed about. The sight sickened him as he considered the clothing to be filthy and he refused to lose his composure again by swiftly leaving no matter how much he wanted to.

Suddenly a chubby naked player ran out of the showers and almost bumped into Mr. Blanchard. He slipped on some water and fell on his butt as he looked up startled at Mr. Blanchard in his fancy suit. The boy blushed as Mr. Blanchard glared as he looked at him. He remained there looking like a crab as his hands and feet were spread out as he sat there looking up at the stranger.

“Who are you?” Mr. Blanchard asked sternly.

“Brad,” Brad replied weakly. He wondered if the man in the suit was a scout and he worried that he may have blown his chances.

“You’re a member of the team?”

“I’m the team captain,” Brad said and Mr. Blanchard sniffed loudly.

“It’s amazing this team ever wins a game.”Mr. Blanchard remarked then turned to leave.

Charlie used his father’s credit card to pay for the taxi they used to get to the club. Kyle looked around at the lights and the music that could be heard coming from inside the club. Even though it was a club for homosexuals there was not much to really make it look any different than any other club. The only noticeable difference was that mostly men were outside waiting in line as they laughed, held hands, and a couple of them were kissing. Kyle understood why Charlie had made him dress up because he saw how well dressed the patrons were.

A couple of bouncers dragged a guy in a jeans and t-shirt and left him at the curb. The guy appeared so drunk he looked ready to barf. The people waiting were making fun of him by mocking everything from what he was wearing to the fact that he drank too much.

Kyle felt nervous as he stood there wondering what he should do. Charlie was busy looking around then he finally nodded to a guy standing next to an alley.

“There he is,” Charlie said and as he started to walk towards the guy Kyle grabbed him. “He’s the one that’s gonna get us inside after I pay him of course.”

“How much?! You didn’t tell me we had to pay.” Kyle asked nervously because he left all his money at home. He thought he would not need it because Charlie mentioned nothing about having to pay to get inside and he feared someone might pick his pocket. He heard stories of people being targeted because they looked easy to steal from and he guessed that two kids, like him and Charlie, would look like easy marks.

“Who said that we’re paying with cash?” Charlie said as he left Kyle standing there as he approached the guy. The guy nodded to Charlie and Kyle watched them both enter the alley. Kyle caught a glimpse of Charlie kneeling in front of the man as the guy unzipped his pants. Kyle quickly looked away not wanting to see what was about to happen.

After finishing Charlie and the guy, who Kyle later learned his name was Mike, joined him and they got in line.

“We’re in,” Charlie whispered to Kyle. “Follow my lead and everything will be fine.” They waited in line for about 20 minutes then when they got to the front Mike told the bouncer that Charlie and Kyle were his children and he'd take responsibility for them. The bouncer agreed but made a comment about them trying to buy alcohol.

The music inside was even louder than outside and the beats thumping could be felt in his bones as he looked around. A large dance floor was set up in the middle and mostly men danced with each other with some very suggestively as they pressed their bodies together. There were tables set up around the dance floor and stairs leading to more private tables for the wealthier patrons that had paid for such a luxury.

Next to a table was a man that was scantily clad in bondage leather and wearing a dog mask. As Kyle looked around the man began to bark at Kyle menacingly. Charlie grabbed Kyle’s hand and pulled him away as another man that held a leash attached to the collar the man wore, scratched the head of the dog man.

Charlie led him to another table where two large drag queens sat. Their outfits were cheaply done up and it was obvious that they were men dressed up as women. The first was a black man that wore a red dress that looked barely able to fit his large overweight stomach. He looked like he wore a curly blonde wig and his makeup was so unprofessionally done that it looked like a highschool girl had done it.

Kyle was surprised because he had seen drag queens online that were so professionally dressed that you could hardly tell that they were not real women. However these two did not seem to care how they looked as long as they could dress up in a way that made them happy.

The second one was an overweight white man that had long hair dyed purple and he wore a tight fitting yellow dress. His large fake eyelashes looked like caterpillars sitting on his eyes. Their voices sounded strained as if they were forcing their voices to try and sound feminine.

“Charlie, honey, come over and give momma some sugar.” The one in the red dress said as she turned her head and saw them approach. Charlie leaned in slightly although he was a couple of feet away and he made kissing gestures as the one in red did the same thing.

“Strawberry,” Charlie said, introducing her to Kyle. “And Sunshine.” Charlie said and Sunshine rested her head on her hand and wildly battered her fake eyelashes at him.

“I’d like you to meet Kyle… it’s his first time here.” Charlie said, lowering his voice after the pause. Strawberry and Sunshine began to cheer at Kyle welcoming him.

“Kyle, honey, come here and give momma some sugar.” Strawberry said. Kyle stepped forward to kiss her cheek but Charlie stopped him and shook his head.

“Not to close, Shuga, you’ll smudge up my makeup.” Strawberry said and Kyle imitated what Charlie had done.

“So it’s your first time? Are you nervous?” Sunshine asked.

“I remember my first time, I was as giddy as a school girl on prom night.” Strawberry interupted before Kyle could answer.

“Bitch please, I went to highschool with you and you tried to sleep with every man on prom night.” Sunshine replied.

“That’s why I was so giddy.” Strawberry told them they both began to laugh with each other. They laughed like school girls and Charlie laughed too but Kyle smiled feeling out of place.

“Oh, did you hear about Magenta?” Strawberry asked Sunshine.

“No,” Sunshine replied, her voice sounding concerned by the way Strawberry asked the question.

“She broke a nail!” Strawberry exclaimed.

“Oh no” Sunshine replied as they began to laugh again. This time Kyle joined in as he tried to be part of the group.

Kyle walked swiftly home with his hands buried in his pockets. Even with his suit coat under his coat he was still chilly from the cold night air. He cursed himself for not bringing any money because if he did he could have had the taxi drop him off at his house. He could have had the taxi wait while he went into his house to get money. He was afraid if he did them his parents would start asking questions on why he needed to pay for a taxi.

He had told his parents that he was going to visit a friend, which was true, but he left out the part about going to the gay club. If they knew about that they would not let him go and probably freak out.

He was a few blocks from his house when his head jerked as he heard some movement. Someone grabbed him and a rank smelling cloth was put over his mouth and nose. The smell was a strong acidic smell to it as he took a whiff. He held his breath as he struggled to break free from the captor's grip.

He held out for as long as he could until he was finally forced to take another breath. This time the smell was not as bad as the first time. His mind was getting hazy and he knew he could not break free from whomever grabbed him...

Kyle woke with a start as a feeling of disorientation filled his mind. He had not realized that he passed out until he was suddenly awake. He tried to move but felt something binding his wrists and legs.

He then tried to sit up and he saw that he was able to lift his head and chest slightly. His wrists and ankles were bound in a spread eagle position as he lay on a table. He then noticed that all his clothing except his underpants had been removed.

He looked at the cuffs binding his wrists and saw they were made of black leather. Small chains were attached to the metal rings woven into the leather. The chains reminded him of the metal leashes that dog owners use on their pets when taking them for walks. Although here they were binding him to the table.

“Don’t bother screaming,” An unfamiliar voice said. Kyle strained to look in the direction it was coming from. He saw the back of someone that sat at a cluttered desk. It was difficult to see what was on the table due to the dim lighting.

A light was directly above Kyle and it seemed to focus the light around the table with very little beyond it being visible. The voice sounded male and the shadow of the person seemed to look like the back of a male was facing him.

“Help, help, help, help!!!” The man screamed mockingly as he turned and ran towards Kyle as he got real close that Kyle was able to see Brian’s face. “Place is soundproof, scream all you want but get on my nerves and I’ll have to punish you.” Brian threatened as he stood up away from Kyle.

“Why am I here?” Kyle asked as he tried not letting his voice squeak from fear. He tried to appear brave though his insides were otherwise.

“Please, oh please, let me go! I won’t tell anyone, I swear.” Brian said in the same mocking tone. “Listen kid, I've heard it all before. If you know what’s good for you; you’ll keep your mouth shut. Do as you’re told and you’ll get outta here alive.” Brian ordered him. Kyle pulled frantically hoping the cuffs would break loose but no matter how hard he tried they would not give. Brad watched him and laughed.

“Do you really think I’d make it that easy to escape?! Understand this boy, first I’ll play with you, then I’ll fuck you, and if you satisfy me then I’ll let you go. If not then they will never find your body.” Brian said. He had memorized that speech and said it to all his victims but he had never let a single one go alive. The only reason he lied was that because they tended to believe him and were more obedient if they thought they might get a chance to escape.

A phone on the desk Brian had been sitting at began to ring. All the color drained from Brian’s face as he heard it and he ran to answer. Kyle turned his head and wondered what was going on.

“Hello?” Brian said his voice cracked from panic.

“Don’t talk just listen,” The voice ordered him. Brian heard the voice scrambler and knew it was the person that had called and threatened him before.

“Outside your little dungeon is a package that has been left for you. It is a dog crate bring it inside and put it together because you’ll have some company soon. I want him kept safe and secure inside of it so that he can’t escape.” The voice said.

“He?” Brian asked.

“Inside the box are photos of your target and an address to pick him up at. You will keep him locked in the dog crate. Remember no harm is to come to the boy and you are not to touch the boy tied to your table. I don’t want the target to be traumatized in any way. Once you see the target I think you’ll get a better idea of what you are dealing with. Understand?” The voice said as it ignored the question.

“Yes.” Brian replied. He glared at Kyle because he was not allowed to play with his new toy.

“Remember that I have evidence of everything you have done and the names and whereabouts of all the victims you’ve played with and murdered. I’m also watching you so even if you move the bodies I’ll know where you moved them to. If you don’t obey me I’ll give the evidence to the police and your life will be over.” The call suddenly ended and Brian gulped in fear.

The Coach put a large banana split down in front of his grandson Tommy. The boy was now resting at a patio table in the backyard. Although it was chilly out both had warmed themselves by playing their favorite game The Coach called Drill Sergeant.

Tommy would march around the backyard while The Coach would bark orders at him. They were not the orders a real drill sergeant would give but playful ones. An example would be that The Coach would order him to hop around on one foot. At other times, Tommy would have to pretend he was an airplane flying around the backyard with his arms extended out like they were airplane wings.

Tommy began to greedily east his banana split as The Coach stepped inside to get one for himself. His wife smiled as he entered and she pushed the banana split she had made for him towards him.

“You boys having fun?” She asked.

“Affirmative.” He replied as he tried sounding like a drill sergeant then he smiled fondly at her. He stepped outside and saw that Tommy was missing. The ice cream dish was turned over on the table and he saw the spoon had been dropped on the ground.

The Coach dropped his banana split as he frantically looked around to find his grandson.

“Tommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The Coach screamed and his wife ran out to find out what the commotion was.

Kyle jumped as he heard a door slam shut. He tried to look around as he tried lifting his head and upper body. He saw Brian enter the room he was in and he was carrying something on his shoulder. When Brian got next to the dog cage he had built when he carried a flat box into the room.

Originally Kyle thought the cage was going to be used on him but now he saw Brian put a small boy inside it and lock it with padlocks. He was still only wearing his underwear as he remained tied to the table and his limbs were starting to ache. His bladder ached because he had been holding himself since he was unable to go to the bathroom.

“Hey,” Kyle shouted and Brian turned to glare at him.” I have ta pee.”

“Hold it.” Brian remarked dismissively.

“I have been, but unless you want me to piss my pants, you better let me go.” Kyle squirmed as Brian watched him silently for a moment as if thinking things over.

“Fine,” Brian groaned and he went to the desk to get a pair of handcuffs. Normally he would have just let Kyle piss himself but after the phone call he did not want to take any chances. He knew the guy on the phone was watching and he did not want to make him mad.

To Be Continued…