Meeting Resistence by Fidelis
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"GGGMMMPHHLEEMEALLONEMMFUCKINGMASSHOLE!"
"Get a move on, squirt. If you give me any more trouble, I’ll…OWWWW!"
Damn, the bastard had done it again, and this time he had stamped on one of my corns. My feet and my shins were probably black and blue from the beating they had taken – I could barely hobble along as I finally managed to get my captive up the stairs and to relative safety. I was hoping that he couldn’t hear my wheezing and gasping. In my prime I would have whacked him over the head and tossed him over my shoulder, but I was past that now. I sighed with relief as I shoved him onto the bed and sank down into the chair. I really needed a break – this guy had put up more of a fight than I had expected. I was surprised that we had both managed to get here in one piece.
Once I had got my breath back, I stood up and swaggered over to the bed. It was time for a little verbal abuse. It had always helped to break down recalcitrant prisoners in the past, and I didn’t see why this time should be any different.
"You had better hope that your dear old Dad hands over the ransom, stud muffin. If he doesn’t you’re going to be – AGGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!"
I was writhing on the floor, screaming in pain. The fucker had kicked me in the balls. I could hear the bastard snickering into his gag as he jumped to his feet and tried to make a run for it – though I didn’t know where he thought he was going, tied and gagged and blindfolded as he was. Even though I was crippled with pain, I managed to grab one of his legs. He wasn’t going anywhere, not as long as I had any breath left in my body.
It took me a couple of minutes to recover after I rolled out from underneath him. This guy weighed a hell of a lot more than I thought, and all of his weight seemed to have come down on my head. I could only lie there and watch him struggle against the tight ropes with which I had bound him. At least my knotting skills hadn’t deserted me. I staggered to my feet, this time managing to avoid his feet as they lashed out at me. This kid had to have really sharp hearing – there was no way that he could see through that dirty sock that I had tied over his eyes. I was glad that I had used a really filthy smelly pair of socks to gag and blindfold him – he was really starting to get up my nose.
"There" puff puff. "That should keep you from going anywhere, my little stud muffin. As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, you had better pray that your dear old Dad hands over the ransom. If he doesn’t I’m going to sell you on the street. A handsome young stud like you should bring in a big wad of cash. I’ve got lots of clients who would pay a fortune for a crack at that cherry ass of yours."
That should do the trick. The good old threat of selling them to some rich old pervert always seemed to cow these handsome young straight guys. Of course I didn’t have any clients like that, but a little creativity never hurt anyone. I smirked as I stood over him, waiting to hear him start whimpering in fear.
"GGGFUCKUUDICKHEAD!"
"GGOMMMMPHHHH!"
I was sure he had broken a couple of my ribs this time. This guy was amazing. He had managed to bring himself to his feet in one smooth movement, and then he had launched himself at me like a gazelle. His head had slammed into my side like a sledgehammer. My only consolation was that he had hit the concealed item that I had stuffed into my jacket pocket and seemed to have stunned himself, at least momentarily. I tried to keep my eye on him as I crawled across the floor to get more rope. Oh fuck, he was coming to already, growling and struggling against the ropes. I lurched to my feet, gasping as I felt the pain in my side. Oh yeah, definitely a couple of bruised, if not cracked ribs. I managed to grab some rope and made my painful way back across the room towards him. I saw him rolling across the floor towards me, but in my battered state I didn’t have the time or strength to get out of his way. I felt myself going down. There was a blast of red light, and then darkness.
"MMMMOHHHHH."
"MMMMOHHHH."
Slowly, ever so slowly, I gained consciousness. I could barely focus my eyes, and at first I was only aware of the pain in my ribs, pain that was exacerbated by the fact that I was lying on something lumpy. I nearly fainted from the pain as I tried to move, but I knew that I had to get off whatever it was I was lying on. I gathered all of my willpower and managed to roll off the lump, and found myself lying face to face with my captive. NOW he was moaning and whimpering, and didn’t seem to be exhibiting the exhausting, and to me painful, friskiness that he had earlier. Sure, I had gained a little weight recently, but surely not enough to flatten the kid like that. I gave him a nudge and he moaned even louder. Hmm, this was a good sign. I gingerly got to my knees, clutching my head to make sure that it didn’t fall off. I saw the rope that I had had in my hand, lying on the floor close by. At least I thought it was rope – it seemed to be moving in a rather disturbing fashion. I grabbed it – yep, it was the rope, and not a white snake. Maybe I should pay a visit to an emergency room – I had heard that double vision was a sign of concussion. I glared at my captive as I sat back on my haunches. What kind of spawn of Satan did I have on my hands? He was still moaning rather feebly, but I didn’t buy it for a moment. The bastard was probably playing possum, just waiting to wreak more damage upon my poor battered body. I prodded him experimentally with my toe. He didn’t do more than twitch like a landed fish. Hmm, perhaps he was really still feeling under the weather.
With trembling hands I hogtied him, squinting through my swelling right eye. Damn, but I needed an ice pack. I had to put my head down close to make sure I got the knots good and tight. Stud boy ummphed feebly as I pulled as viciously as I could. Exhausted I fell back to the floor.
"How doth that feel, thud muffin?" I croaked through my split lips. Shit, my face must have hit the back of his head as I fell. My tongue explored the inside of my mouth experimentally. Damn, my bridge was coming loose. Dear old Dad had better come through. And quick! I didn’t think I that I could stand much more time with his son. I just hoped and prayed that my partner had already made the ransom demand. I would be counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds until we could drop the kid off. I was almost willing to pay to get rid of him. When would this nightmare end?
THE END
Model played by Steve
Photography by Caitiff