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Michel's Halloween Adventure - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2022-01-22 06:44:16 +0000 UTCMichel’s Halloween Adventure
Chapter 1. On the Way to Adventure
“It’s been a peaceful ride, hasn’t it, boys?” Valérie asks.
“Mmrgrmmph,” Michel and Thomas reply.
The train is ten minutes away from the station, and she needs them ready to walk to the car waiting for them. She leans towards the bound boys to loosen the ropes keeping them against the seat.
She’s had two hours to engage with the Scouts. They can really only answer yes or no, but she asks all sorts of questions and interprets their muffled responses anyway. In the last four months, the boys’ patrol has spent most of its time held captive by the Guides.
For convenience, the girls monitor the boys’ schedule and make up reasons to spend time with them, which their parents approve.
Since they went back to school, Valérie has offered to tutor Michel: she’s one grade up and helps him study. She’s at the top of her class, and Michel has high ambitions for an engineering career, which require him to excel in math and physics. Michel’s parents sing the girl’s praise, and she spends very quiet evenings at their place up in Michel’s bedroom.
Michel is bound and gagged all the time he’s at his desk. She lectures him, but she’s also designed restraints that allow him to write while keeping his hands on the desktop. When they’re safe from nosy parents, like when they’re out on scouting activities, she often has him nude, too. And when she has him all for herself, she experiments with his body.
The summer’s walk has led to more commitments: through the San Gennaro organization, many of the patrol’s fans offer to fund similar events. They don’t sponsor walks only; they request tie-up shows and photo shoots.
In October, an enthusiast welcomed them in a barn in the countryside. He had the boys don old-fashioned Scout uniforms from fifty years ago: they had very short and clinging shorts and beige shirts with colourful scarves.
Of course, they had to pose while bound to posts or chairs. The mild weather even allowed spending time outdoors, and Michel and his friends were trussed up to trees by an army of vindictive Cubs and Brownies. But it lasted for a short afternoon, the kids eager to move on to another tie-up.
Their time in bonds paid for a construction project in an orphanage. Now, only Thomas and Michel were requested. A sick boy will get a vital heart surgery, the charity paying for the travel costs for his family.
They have to perform chores over a three-day stay in a place that’s two hours away by train—and a short drive to the manor in the countryside that the sponsor will handle.
Earlier this Wednesday, at noon, Valérie looked at her preys stepping in her aunt’s shop through the back door and into the storeroom. Michel and Thomas had been freshly liberated for the appointment. It was the middle of their school-holiday week, a busy one for the Boy Scouts patrol. Many requests came in, offering to have them perform their escaping skills—or using them as props for games and shows—against huge cheques to finance a wide range of good deeds.
Valérie orders them to gag each other; she always starts by bringing them down a notch. Of course, they have to use each other’s socks to stuff their mouths and use super-sticky flesh-coloured tape to seal them inside.
They have to undress fully before she binds their forearms parallel to each other behind their backs. She puzzles them by putting nylon stocking and tennis shoes on them. She adds strange garments, tubes of denim that go from their knees to their ankles, held by garters to an elastic band tightly encircling their thighs.
Once she has the navy-blue raincoats on their shoulders, they see in the mirror how she created the illusion they have trousers on when in fact they are nude, bound and gagged under the thick vinyl. She sets rucksacks on their shoulders and fake arms in the coats’ sleeves; she draws fake lips on the tape and pulls the hoods up, buttoning the flaps that cover their lower faces.
They walk to the station in front of their abductor; it’s an unusually hot autumn day. The journey meets no obstacle, the boys relieved to reach their destination fast.
Valérie handles the tickets and the boarding, having them sit in the exclusive compartment booked for them. She takes the rucksacks and sets them on the free seats; she takes out rope to bind their legs and scarves to top their gags.
“No one can see us, so no use hiding your gags. And it’s a requirement from this week’s host.”
She picks her Polaroid camera and gets a shot of each boy.
“The scarves turn you into cute, lovely boys. The socks too: I haven’t heard a harsh word or a complaint from you for months. I intend to keep you polite like this.”
Valérie entertains her guests through the whole ride, recalling various episodes from the recent past, whether on their journey or back home. She then hints at their Scout friends. Her cryptic tales don’t say what they’re up to for the weekend, but she implies they’re going to be experiencing a similar fate.
She then leans forward and pulls their raincoats open, fishing line in hand. She puts cocks and balls in bondage; the lengths hang out, and she binds them to a large keyring.
“I’ll guide you,” she says, tugging on the line to demonstrate the constraint she may yield on her charges.
They stand, and she loads the rucksacks on their shoulders. They hear the announcement: they’ve reached destination. Valérie steps outside the compartment with her pets in tow, hobbled at the thighs and threatened of painful consequences if they don’t keep up with their guard.
Getting off the train isn’t an issue, and Valérie turns to the left at the end of the platform, leading the boys to a side exit. A minibus is parked in front. The door slides open as they appear; two cute heads sporting shaggy hair pop out: Cub Scouts, dressed in their yellow shirts and sporting the common though unofficial satiny shorts that are the rage these days.
“Welcome, Thomas and Michel! We’ve been waiting for you. I’m Jérémie!” He turns to his friend. “This is Anthony.”
The boys push the bound Scouts inside, having them take the middle seats. Three safety belts pin them down, and cuffs chained to the car frame encircle their ankles.
A man looks at them in the rearview mirror. He’s in his thirties and has unruly brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
“I’m Henri. I’m the one sponsoring your good deed. Hi, Valérie,” he says as she climbs on the front passenger seat, leaving the Cubs sit on Michel’s left and Thomas’ right.
The minibus starts; Henri chitchats with Valérie, asking her how the journey went. She praises her guest passengers for their impeccable behaviour.
The minibus passes the city limits and meanders through hedges, meadows, and fields. In the back, the Cubs tickle the Scouts’ thighs, challenging them to stay still and quiet. The vehicle soon stops in front of a large forged-iron gate.
One of the Cubs jumps off the van and runs, key in hand. He unlocks the large double portal and pushes it open. The minibus enters, the boy locks the gate behind him, and he climbs back inside.
“Welcome to the manor,” Henri tells his bound passengers. “Jérémie and Anthony will be your hosts this evening. Later you’ll meet their friends.”
The Cubs smile hearing their name. Jérémie is eager to let the boys know they have plans for them.
“I’ve got an idea for a photo novel. It’s like comics, but with real pictures. You add speech bubbles and text frames to make it into a story.”
“They don’t need speech bubbles,” Valérie says, laughing.
“My story is about a pair of brave Scouts who camp in a manor’s park but hear and see strange things. They go see what’s going on, finding out that the landlord is a drug kingpin. But the evil man catches them and has to keep them out of the way and unable to warn anyone for some time before he can flee with all his ill-gotten gains.”
“It’s a great plot. You like it, don’t you boys?”
Michel and Thomas grunt approvingly as their Cub companions smile.
“They’re enthusiastic,” Jérémie says.
“We’re going to have tons of fun if they like playing prisoner,” Anthony adds.
The car stops at the bottom of a wide stone staircase. It leads to a manor, a sober but majestic limestone-and-brick building typical of northern France. The younger boys unfasten Michel’s and Thomas’ seatbelts and help them out.
Valérie oversees the boys’ hobbling, prodding the Cubs to lengthen it so the captives may climb the steps. The man follows the two shapes in raincoats pushed by the diminutive guards, Valérie at his side.
Jérémie unlocks the large door and waves his charges in. The wide hall is clear and bright, with corridors going to the left and right and a staircase to the room’s left. The Cubs head right and walk down two doors before they enter a parlour.
TBC
