Re: School's Out (m/mm) - Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & Epilogue
Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2018 3:14 am
In honor of [mention]fratboydanny[/mention] returning from his self-imposed exile, I thought I'd do something that was a bit of a sequel, sort of, to "His Biggest Fan." I hit a bit of a dead-end in that story, hence the abrupt twist ending that came out of nowhere.
Danny from HBF is the same character here and the character of "Todd" is taken from the protagonist of HBF, although there are some differences. The role of "Josh" doesn't carry with it any physical description or the like since he's really only a vehicle character to bring the two characters from HBF back together, although now suffering the same fate.
Of course, any story featuring a character based off of Danny means it'll have nets, chloroform, rope, tape, gags, and plenty of socks. I say the character is based off him because in truth, Danny would never be so stupid as to use the same username for everything. If he did, he would've found himself in this predicament years ago!
School's Out
It’s always foolish to utilize the same username for your various exploits online; a simple Google search allows someone to track down your memberships at any number of websites and forums. Danny had become so used to his old username from college that he seldom used anything else. Fratboydanny was his e-mail address, his multiple social media accounts, and of course, his name on Tugstories. It didn’t matter that he was ten years out of college, he was then and now a proud fraternity brother; he never thought twice about entering his email in the spreadsheet for the teachers to stay in contact over the summer.
This was his first year in the school district and hadn’t really come to know many of his colleagues who taught in other departments; a casual chat here and there on staff development days was the entire culmination of his interactions with them. His colleagues seemed nice enough, although most of them were what he’d consider to be old-timers and lifers - teachers who had been in the school for more than ten years and who were expected to be there another ten or even twenty years before they retired. The high retention rate meant precious few new teachers came through the rotation. In fact, Danny was one of only three new hires in the entire high school.
The other two were Katie, an art teacher, and Josh, who taught biology. Katie was fresh out of college, a quick hire to cover when the usual teacher went into premature labor three days before classes began. Josh was Danny’s age and had been on the shortlist for a position for three years, using the intervening years teaching in a neighboring district. When the call came, he gladly accepted the position - it paid better and was an easier commute. Because they entered the district together, Katie and Josh were the only two non-history teachers Danny spoke to on a regular basis in the break room.
They seemed to share a lot with one another but Josh couldn’t have contemplated what he would inadvertently discover just days before school ended. Receiving the spreadsheet that was sent around by the union representative, he was first amused at Danny’s email address; it seemed way too goofy to be real. So he decided to do some checking. He plugged it into Google. Only a handful of results popped up, including a link to a post on a forum titled “Adventures in Babysitting.” The forum was called “Stories Tie Up Games.” He read through the post, figuring this was someone else. The only major detail he could ascertain was this Danny who wrote this was a baseball player in high school. While that confirmed with his Danny, that certainly wasn’t enough to provide concrete evidence that it was the same person.
There were more than 90 forum posts attributed to fratboydanny and Josh started sifting through each one. Seemingly with each one, another detail matched with the Danny he came come to know for the past year, including the same age and a telling comment about having similar facial features of Zac Efron. The last bit had been part of a lengthy discussion the three teachers had one afternoon, with Danny insistent he looked like the actor. Katie saw it a little bit, but Josh didn’t see the resemblance at all. Nevertheless, Danny was adamant. It wasn’t until Josh sifted through the archives of the chatroom where Danny said there would be no photos of him on the forum, citing his employment as a teacher. That was it. Part of Josh couldn’t believe what he had stumbled upon. Post after post about bondage, socks, kidnaps; it was an entirely different side to Danny than he ever thought imaginable. Josh on the other hand was relatively tame, boring some might say, when it came to sex and all the elements associated with it. He certainly didn’t partake in bondage. And socks? What’s that about? As he sat there bewildered, he kicked off his shoes and gave a hard stare down at his socked feet. After a minute or so, he wiggled his toes a bit before returning to the computer screen with a Cheshire cat grin across his face. He began plotting.
It’s a common misconception that the final day of school is the last day of classes. Not for teachers. They’re usually stuck having to come in at least one or two days after the finality of classes to clean out their classrooms in the event that they’re assigned new ones in the Fall. On what was the final day for teachers to close up, Josh stopped by his friend’s house to pick up his 1997 white Chevrolet van. He explained that he’d be using it to fill up with boxes of old equipment from the science lab to dispose at the local dump and was handed the keys with no questions asked. He put his black gym bag on the passenger seat and made his way to the high school. There were two parking lots across the campus, one was used almost exclusively for the science and math teachers as it was closest to the entrance of their building, while the rest used the longer parking lot on the opposite side of the campus that had easier access to the remaining buildings. Josh drove down the long parking lot, pulling into a spot far beyond the last parked car he passed. Now all he needed was the victim.
He had taken great effort into planning this for his friend. He could’ve overpowered him at any point, it really wouldn’t have been too much trouble, but he wanted to provide more…he wanted to provide an experience.
He put the van in park and turned the ignition off. His gave himself one quick glance in the rearview mirror, his babyface smile not giving off a hint of deviousness. Neither did his attire. A navy blue t-shirt with a logo on it and dark blue jeans. Under the jeans, a pair of black Under Armor OTC socks with a thick gray stripe across the center of the foot; they would come in handy during this excursion. As an added bonus, he had on his pair of gray Adidas XPLR sneakers. He bought them months ago, but had worn them only a few times; they still looked brand new.
Rather than walk through the front entrance, he walked into the closest building that was used for the arts and business departments. He casually strolled through the halls, occasionally passing one of his colleagues as they threw out various things in the big garbage cans that littered the center of the hallway. As he walked, he was taking a mental inventory of who was left in the area and whether he needed to delay his plan for a bit to ensure the least amount of potential witnesses. He turned the corner and headed down the longer hallway the connected all the remaining buildings. A left at the intersection and he was in the history building. Thankfully all of the first floor classrooms were closed and dark; the teachers must’ve cleaned out the day before, he deduced. He walked up the first flight of stairs where a bevy of activity was in progress. Teachers were shouting through the walls to each other about what mounted maps each of them needed for their Fall classes and there were some intense negotiations about the fate of the post World War I map of Europe. Josh just shook his head before taking the next flight up to the top floor. There were only three classrooms on the third floor, but only one had their door open and lights on. Josh craned his neck through the doorframe just as Danny threw a whole pile of white paper in his trash bin. Looking up at his visitor, he put his index finger to his lips.
“Shh…Those were some old essays from the first semester I forgot to give back to the kids. Whoops.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” Josh said as he walked in, the Cheshire cat grin emerging yet again. “Your colleagues below you are bartering their first born for a bunch of maps, in case you wanted to get in on the action.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “They don’t make those wall mounted ones anymore. They haven’t for more than 20 years. They’re as ancient as the teachers who use ‘em,” he said. “In this day and age of computers, I take a hi-res map of the battle of Gettysburg and with animations and the like, I make my students feel like they’re on the battlefield next to General Pickett in 1863.”
“Ah, if only I could do something like that for the kids who don’t want to cut up a frog.”
“You probably could,” Danny said before Josh waved him off. “I know, I know. But they don’t learn the real biology that way. Gotta get up close and personal with it.”
“So what brings you to my side of the world?” Danny asked, unsure how a science teacher wandered their way into the remote part of the campus.
“Just seeing if you were still around to wish you happy trails on the summer and congratulate you on completing your first year at Memorial,” Josh responded.
“And you too, my friend. We survived year 1. Just…” he began counting his fingers. “A heck of a lot more years to go.”
“I hear ya. Could be worse. Kids could be morons.”
“You mustn’t have had any of my students then.”
They continued to chat for a few minutes, mostly comparing war stories about the year and giving ample warning regarding the trouble kids. Josh consciously swayed the conversation to the summer plans, with Danny revealing no major plans until after July 4. Even better was the revelation that he cleared the rest of the week to do absolutely nothing but recharge his energy. No plans and no one intent on bothering him. A perfect situation if one was going to be held for awhile.
The conversation wound down as Danny finished his cleaning and loaded his backpack with miscellaneous papers. “You headed out now?” Josh asked. Danny nodded. “Here, I’ll walk out with you. I ended up coming in from the other entrance anyway, so my truck’s parked in your guys’ lot.”
They walked down the two flights of stairs and retraced the same path Josh had taken earlier in the day. Danny reached his car first before Josh grabbed his arm. “Drop off your bag and then follow me. I want to show you something. Bunch of old junk we cleaned out of the science lab today, you might like to take some stuff before we trash it later.”
Ever the curious one, Danny dropped his backpack in the back seat of his car before following Josh as he headed toward the secluded white van. Josh opened the passenger seat, reached into his gym bag before closing the door and heading towards the back. He turned the key, looked over his right shoulder where Danny was standing, and then looked beyond Danny’s shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. He quickly swung the door open towards him. Danny walked around Josh and peered into the back of the van.
“Where’s the stuff? MMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
Immediately Danny’s question was cut off by Josh’s right hand cupped across his lips. A split-second later, he felt himself being pushed into the back of the van onto his stomach. The hand around his mouth was removed as his arms were pulled behind his back and quickly secured with a zip tie. The hard SLAM of the back door soon followed.
“What the fuck?!” Danny yelled, trying to roll to his side to to confront Josh.
“Oh calm down, buddy. Like I said earlier, your secret’s safe with me…fratboydanny,” he said, the devious grin making yet another return. “The white van, the zip tie…I’m just making all your dreams come true!”
Danny quickly started to process this, closing his eyes shut for a moment and silently damning himself for making it to so easy to track down his hidden side.
“Damn it, you win, Josh,” he said, yanking at his wrists but only forcing them to rub against his skin and irritate them. “Cut me loose and don’t tell a soul, I’m serious. I could get in some serious trouble with the faculty.”
“Oh psh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about them. No one will know. School’s out, Danny. And you’ve got nothing to do for awhile. You’re kidnapped, buddy. You’re all mine,” Josh said, leaning over Danny and running his hand through his captive’s hair. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together. I’ve brought everything I need: rope, duct tape, socks - a lot of socks just for you - bandannas. It took me awhile to amass the entire collection of materials, as you’re into so many different things. Oh, and don’t worry, I have a mesh net I just didn’t bring it with me.”
Jesus, he’s thought of everything! Danny thought. He wasn’t sure if he should be happy or frightened. Just then he saw Josh reach down and pull Danny’s Sperrys off his feet. “Ah, I see you went with black no shows today,” Josh said, giving Danny’s socked feet a quick rub. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. And I trust you’ll take good care of mine,” he said, pulling up his pants leg and revealing his longer sock preference.
Danny stammered about for a couple of seconds, still downloading this entire situation. He was caught. If he tried escaping, he knew he wouldn’t get far, probably not even out of the van. The best he could hope for was to make the most of out of it. He swallowed hard before accepting the predicament. “Well, if you want to make my dreams come true, as you say, you know my real desire isn’t just to be tied up…” he said before Josh nodded his head. “I know, I know. You like having another one alongside. Sorry, I’m new to this whole kidnapping business. I’m not just going to grab someone off the street.”
“What if I could provide you with the other person?”
Josh raised an eyebrow. He was clearly curious. “How?”
“Well I can’t leave my car here all day and night. It’ll be suspicious. Let me call one of my friends. He’s a member of the forum too. Lives close by. He actually kidnapped me some time ago, you might’ve read it. He kidnapped me because I hadn’t finished a story from years ago.”
“Sorry, no, I just read your posts I’m afraid.”
“I’m flattered. Take the phone out of my pocket and call him up. His name’s Todd. I’ll do the talking.”
Josh contemplated the offer for a moment. His mind immediately turned to it being some kind of setup or trap, but he had sprung this on Danny so fast, it would be impossible for him to mobilize at all. If the conversation didn’t contain any secret words or phrases, the whole thing might not be so bad after all. Taking the risk, he reached into Danny’s light blue jeans pocket before producing his phone. He scrolled through the contacts, found Todd in the directory, and placed the call. When he heard it start ringing, he put it up to Danny’s ear.
“Hey man, yea, it’s me. Listen, I need you to do me a huge favor. I’m finished up at the school and a bunch of us are carpooling to happy hour. I didn’t realize but the parking lot is going to be locked in an hour….yea, exactly. Could you help me out?…Yea the spare key is in the glove compartment and the keyless entry code is 2-3-9-0. Uh huh. 2-3-9-0. I can come pick it up from your place, that’s fine. I owe you one. Yea, sounds like a deal.”
Josh didn’t pick up anything too suspicious and quickly ended the call and crouched up to the passenger seat and dumped the phone into the gym bag. Returning to his captive, he reached into Danny’s pocket again and produced his car keys.
“Very nice. Let’s just make sure this code works. In the meantime…” he said, shoving a bandanna in between Danny’s teeth and quickly tying it around his head. There was no mouth stuffing so the gag wasn’t nearly as effective as it could have been, but Josh simply needed a quick solution while he made sure the key was there for Todd. He returned shortly thereafter and was content in seeing Danny just rolling around a bit, certainly not aggressively struggling as much as he could. They’ll be plenty of that later Josh thought.
He removed the gag from Danny’s mouth. “Now what?”
“Now, you drive over to Todd’s place. I’ll tell you the way. When he gets to his place, we’ll meet him there.”
It sounded like a decent plan, especially given that it was done on the fly. Without a word of protest, Josh hopped up to the driver’s seat and drove out of the parking lot and out into the residential area. He drove slow as to not toss Danny around too much, and true to his word, Danny gave him directions that led him to a home about a half-mile away from the school.
“He rents the entire home, so he’ll put the car in the driveway. Just stay parked out front,” Danny said.
“This isn’t some cop’s house is it?”
“No, no, I’m telling you, it’s legit. We probably passed him on the way here. A guy our age, 5’11, short blond straight hair, maybe 180 pounds.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying that close attention. I didn’t need you slamming into the side of the van.”
They waited in silence for a couple of minutes before Danny piped up again.
“I’m not going to be in a zip tie this whole time am I?”
“No, you’ll get out of those when we get to where we’re going. It’s just temporary.”
“Is that how you’re going to get Todd secure?”
“What is this, Twenty Questions: The Kidnap Edition? Yes, I have plenty of zip ties for him, too. Now knock it off before I put the gag back in.”
About ten minutes elapsed before Danny’s car came around the corner and parked in the driveway, just as Danny said. Out came a person fitting the description Danny had given in a plain white t-shirt, black basketball shorts, a beige flip flops. As he came around the back of the car, Josh emerged from the van. “Todd?”
The young man stopped, and turned to the inquisitor. “Yes?”
“Oh good, it is you. Just making sure. I’m Josh, a friend of Danny’s. He told me to meet you here.”
Todd looked at Josh quizzically for a moment. “Were you the one driving him to the bar? Where is he?”
“Well no, not exactly. He wanted me to show you this,” Josh said as he walked to the back of the van. Todd cautiously followed and his eyes widened when the door was open revealing his friend in the back.
“Hey there, Todd!” Danny said in an exciting tone, hoping to dismiss any sense of apprehension on the part of his friend.
“What the…” Todd said, as he jumped into the back of the van.
“Isn’t it cool? A white van and everything. Josh’s a friend from work and stumbled upon my, ahem, interest. Wants to make it a reality.”
Todd saw the basic premise of just a zip tie and Danny’s shoes strewn about the back. There wasn’t anything else to indicate this was some well thought-out plan. “So what’s going to happen?”
“Well I’m not entirely sure. I know I’m going to be tied up, gagged, and they’ll be plenty of socks.”
“Whelp, that sounds like your kind of party.”
At that moment, Josh emerged at the back door.
“Well it’s a decent road trip to my vacation place. It’s secluded but not too secluded. The perfect place for a kidnap adventure. I hope you don’t mind, Danny,” he said, revealing an amber glass bottle and shaking it in his hand back and forth. “I want to make it as authentic as possible, you know.”
Danny’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “Are you kidding? Of course I don’t mind!”
“I didn’t think so,” he said, as he climbed into the back. He took out another OTC sock and folded it a few times, resulting in a thick wad of a sock. Todd scooted back as Josh uncapped the bottle and dipped it a few times into the sock. “Any last requests?” he asked, winking at Danny.
“Yea, do Todd first,” he said. Before Todd could react, Josh swung around and clamped the folded up sock over his nose and mouth with his right hand and with his left, reached behind his head to keep it in place. Todd’s eyes widened in surprise and fear, unaware he was about to be an unwilling participant in this exercise. He grunted hard as Josh leaned into him, pushing him towards the bed of the van. “MMMMMMM!!!!!” He grabbed at Josh’s hand, but the weight and momentum was not on his side. Danny arched his neck in delight at seeing his friend being subdued.
“I keep telling you…if you wear flip flops, you’ll be punished, hehehe,” Danny said during the struggle.
“Settle down, settle down, just breathe,” Josh said, giving a warm, gentle smile as he looked into the blue eyes of his soon-to-be captive. Todd’s eyes glared at his attacker, unsure of the motive of involving him in this stunt. After all, he was always the captor. The use of the anesthetic gave him the distinct impression that this was a plan devised by Danny. He hadn’t a clue of the confluence of events that occurred to bring him to this point. Each breath weakened him, as he expected. Josh felt his victim’s grip loosen and he removed his left hand from behind Todd’s head, using it to slide under his victim’s shirt and caress his abdomen. “Sweet dreams, cutie,” he taunted before witnessing the pretty blue eyes start of flutter; the grunting and muffled protests transforming into weak sighs. Todd’s bent leg slid down, thumping on the floor of the van as his struggle concluded.
Josh looked back at Danny who couldn’t contain the excitement in his face…or in his crotch.
“That was….amazing.”
“Yea I thought you’d like that. Seems like you really liked it.”
Danny broke eye contact and looked down. “Sorry. It just had it all. Chloroform. A valiant struggle. A sock…I couldn’t help it.”
“Whelp he’ll be out for awhile,” Josh said as he grabbed his gym bag. He took out a roll of silver duct tape, set it on the ground, and then held up two pairs of OTC socks. One pair was blue, the other red.
“Captive’s choice. Which pair goes on your friend?”
“Blue.”
“Very well.” Josh unraveled the blue socks and made his way to the unconscious body at the front of the van. He pulled the flip flops off and placed each of the blue socks on Todd’s feet. He then lifted the limp body up from under the arms and half-carried him over to Danny. With a SCREECH of the duct tape, he wrapped it around Todd’s ankles and did the same to the arms which were crossed on his stomach.
Turning to Danny, he pulled the zip tie off before flipping him over on his back. Danny didn’t protest and let his new captor manipulate his body any way he chose. He was secured in the same way as his friend, but with his head pointed towards the front. With them in inverse positions, Josh turned Danny to the side, placing him just inches from Todd’s socked feet. Danny’s head was pushed right into them, before he felt the tape being wrapped around his head, and then Todd’s feet. He inhaled deeply. The socks had a smell to them that indicated they were brand new, but with each subsequent inhalation, he caught a whiff of Todd. Not smelly, but enough of a hint to make up for the sterile smell of the socks.
“Now try not to get too excited. We have a little trip ahead of us and then a lot of fun. Don’t want you spoiling it for yourself all at once.”
Danny ignored his captor and kept inhaling. He wasn’t sure what to expect but he knew he would enjoy it.
Danny from HBF is the same character here and the character of "Todd" is taken from the protagonist of HBF, although there are some differences. The role of "Josh" doesn't carry with it any physical description or the like since he's really only a vehicle character to bring the two characters from HBF back together, although now suffering the same fate.
Of course, any story featuring a character based off of Danny means it'll have nets, chloroform, rope, tape, gags, and plenty of socks. I say the character is based off him because in truth, Danny would never be so stupid as to use the same username for everything. If he did, he would've found himself in this predicament years ago!
School's Out
It’s always foolish to utilize the same username for your various exploits online; a simple Google search allows someone to track down your memberships at any number of websites and forums. Danny had become so used to his old username from college that he seldom used anything else. Fratboydanny was his e-mail address, his multiple social media accounts, and of course, his name on Tugstories. It didn’t matter that he was ten years out of college, he was then and now a proud fraternity brother; he never thought twice about entering his email in the spreadsheet for the teachers to stay in contact over the summer.
This was his first year in the school district and hadn’t really come to know many of his colleagues who taught in other departments; a casual chat here and there on staff development days was the entire culmination of his interactions with them. His colleagues seemed nice enough, although most of them were what he’d consider to be old-timers and lifers - teachers who had been in the school for more than ten years and who were expected to be there another ten or even twenty years before they retired. The high retention rate meant precious few new teachers came through the rotation. In fact, Danny was one of only three new hires in the entire high school.
The other two were Katie, an art teacher, and Josh, who taught biology. Katie was fresh out of college, a quick hire to cover when the usual teacher went into premature labor three days before classes began. Josh was Danny’s age and had been on the shortlist for a position for three years, using the intervening years teaching in a neighboring district. When the call came, he gladly accepted the position - it paid better and was an easier commute. Because they entered the district together, Katie and Josh were the only two non-history teachers Danny spoke to on a regular basis in the break room.
They seemed to share a lot with one another but Josh couldn’t have contemplated what he would inadvertently discover just days before school ended. Receiving the spreadsheet that was sent around by the union representative, he was first amused at Danny’s email address; it seemed way too goofy to be real. So he decided to do some checking. He plugged it into Google. Only a handful of results popped up, including a link to a post on a forum titled “Adventures in Babysitting.” The forum was called “Stories Tie Up Games.” He read through the post, figuring this was someone else. The only major detail he could ascertain was this Danny who wrote this was a baseball player in high school. While that confirmed with his Danny, that certainly wasn’t enough to provide concrete evidence that it was the same person.
There were more than 90 forum posts attributed to fratboydanny and Josh started sifting through each one. Seemingly with each one, another detail matched with the Danny he came come to know for the past year, including the same age and a telling comment about having similar facial features of Zac Efron. The last bit had been part of a lengthy discussion the three teachers had one afternoon, with Danny insistent he looked like the actor. Katie saw it a little bit, but Josh didn’t see the resemblance at all. Nevertheless, Danny was adamant. It wasn’t until Josh sifted through the archives of the chatroom where Danny said there would be no photos of him on the forum, citing his employment as a teacher. That was it. Part of Josh couldn’t believe what he had stumbled upon. Post after post about bondage, socks, kidnaps; it was an entirely different side to Danny than he ever thought imaginable. Josh on the other hand was relatively tame, boring some might say, when it came to sex and all the elements associated with it. He certainly didn’t partake in bondage. And socks? What’s that about? As he sat there bewildered, he kicked off his shoes and gave a hard stare down at his socked feet. After a minute or so, he wiggled his toes a bit before returning to the computer screen with a Cheshire cat grin across his face. He began plotting.
It’s a common misconception that the final day of school is the last day of classes. Not for teachers. They’re usually stuck having to come in at least one or two days after the finality of classes to clean out their classrooms in the event that they’re assigned new ones in the Fall. On what was the final day for teachers to close up, Josh stopped by his friend’s house to pick up his 1997 white Chevrolet van. He explained that he’d be using it to fill up with boxes of old equipment from the science lab to dispose at the local dump and was handed the keys with no questions asked. He put his black gym bag on the passenger seat and made his way to the high school. There were two parking lots across the campus, one was used almost exclusively for the science and math teachers as it was closest to the entrance of their building, while the rest used the longer parking lot on the opposite side of the campus that had easier access to the remaining buildings. Josh drove down the long parking lot, pulling into a spot far beyond the last parked car he passed. Now all he needed was the victim.
He had taken great effort into planning this for his friend. He could’ve overpowered him at any point, it really wouldn’t have been too much trouble, but he wanted to provide more…he wanted to provide an experience.
He put the van in park and turned the ignition off. His gave himself one quick glance in the rearview mirror, his babyface smile not giving off a hint of deviousness. Neither did his attire. A navy blue t-shirt with a logo on it and dark blue jeans. Under the jeans, a pair of black Under Armor OTC socks with a thick gray stripe across the center of the foot; they would come in handy during this excursion. As an added bonus, he had on his pair of gray Adidas XPLR sneakers. He bought them months ago, but had worn them only a few times; they still looked brand new.
Rather than walk through the front entrance, he walked into the closest building that was used for the arts and business departments. He casually strolled through the halls, occasionally passing one of his colleagues as they threw out various things in the big garbage cans that littered the center of the hallway. As he walked, he was taking a mental inventory of who was left in the area and whether he needed to delay his plan for a bit to ensure the least amount of potential witnesses. He turned the corner and headed down the longer hallway the connected all the remaining buildings. A left at the intersection and he was in the history building. Thankfully all of the first floor classrooms were closed and dark; the teachers must’ve cleaned out the day before, he deduced. He walked up the first flight of stairs where a bevy of activity was in progress. Teachers were shouting through the walls to each other about what mounted maps each of them needed for their Fall classes and there were some intense negotiations about the fate of the post World War I map of Europe. Josh just shook his head before taking the next flight up to the top floor. There were only three classrooms on the third floor, but only one had their door open and lights on. Josh craned his neck through the doorframe just as Danny threw a whole pile of white paper in his trash bin. Looking up at his visitor, he put his index finger to his lips.
“Shh…Those were some old essays from the first semester I forgot to give back to the kids. Whoops.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” Josh said as he walked in, the Cheshire cat grin emerging yet again. “Your colleagues below you are bartering their first born for a bunch of maps, in case you wanted to get in on the action.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “They don’t make those wall mounted ones anymore. They haven’t for more than 20 years. They’re as ancient as the teachers who use ‘em,” he said. “In this day and age of computers, I take a hi-res map of the battle of Gettysburg and with animations and the like, I make my students feel like they’re on the battlefield next to General Pickett in 1863.”
“Ah, if only I could do something like that for the kids who don’t want to cut up a frog.”
“You probably could,” Danny said before Josh waved him off. “I know, I know. But they don’t learn the real biology that way. Gotta get up close and personal with it.”
“So what brings you to my side of the world?” Danny asked, unsure how a science teacher wandered their way into the remote part of the campus.
“Just seeing if you were still around to wish you happy trails on the summer and congratulate you on completing your first year at Memorial,” Josh responded.
“And you too, my friend. We survived year 1. Just…” he began counting his fingers. “A heck of a lot more years to go.”
“I hear ya. Could be worse. Kids could be morons.”
“You mustn’t have had any of my students then.”
They continued to chat for a few minutes, mostly comparing war stories about the year and giving ample warning regarding the trouble kids. Josh consciously swayed the conversation to the summer plans, with Danny revealing no major plans until after July 4. Even better was the revelation that he cleared the rest of the week to do absolutely nothing but recharge his energy. No plans and no one intent on bothering him. A perfect situation if one was going to be held for awhile.
The conversation wound down as Danny finished his cleaning and loaded his backpack with miscellaneous papers. “You headed out now?” Josh asked. Danny nodded. “Here, I’ll walk out with you. I ended up coming in from the other entrance anyway, so my truck’s parked in your guys’ lot.”
They walked down the two flights of stairs and retraced the same path Josh had taken earlier in the day. Danny reached his car first before Josh grabbed his arm. “Drop off your bag and then follow me. I want to show you something. Bunch of old junk we cleaned out of the science lab today, you might like to take some stuff before we trash it later.”
Ever the curious one, Danny dropped his backpack in the back seat of his car before following Josh as he headed toward the secluded white van. Josh opened the passenger seat, reached into his gym bag before closing the door and heading towards the back. He turned the key, looked over his right shoulder where Danny was standing, and then looked beyond Danny’s shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. He quickly swung the door open towards him. Danny walked around Josh and peered into the back of the van.
“Where’s the stuff? MMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
Immediately Danny’s question was cut off by Josh’s right hand cupped across his lips. A split-second later, he felt himself being pushed into the back of the van onto his stomach. The hand around his mouth was removed as his arms were pulled behind his back and quickly secured with a zip tie. The hard SLAM of the back door soon followed.
“What the fuck?!” Danny yelled, trying to roll to his side to to confront Josh.
“Oh calm down, buddy. Like I said earlier, your secret’s safe with me…fratboydanny,” he said, the devious grin making yet another return. “The white van, the zip tie…I’m just making all your dreams come true!”
Danny quickly started to process this, closing his eyes shut for a moment and silently damning himself for making it to so easy to track down his hidden side.
“Damn it, you win, Josh,” he said, yanking at his wrists but only forcing them to rub against his skin and irritate them. “Cut me loose and don’t tell a soul, I’m serious. I could get in some serious trouble with the faculty.”
“Oh psh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about them. No one will know. School’s out, Danny. And you’ve got nothing to do for awhile. You’re kidnapped, buddy. You’re all mine,” Josh said, leaning over Danny and running his hand through his captive’s hair. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together. I’ve brought everything I need: rope, duct tape, socks - a lot of socks just for you - bandannas. It took me awhile to amass the entire collection of materials, as you’re into so many different things. Oh, and don’t worry, I have a mesh net I just didn’t bring it with me.”
Jesus, he’s thought of everything! Danny thought. He wasn’t sure if he should be happy or frightened. Just then he saw Josh reach down and pull Danny’s Sperrys off his feet. “Ah, I see you went with black no shows today,” Josh said, giving Danny’s socked feet a quick rub. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. And I trust you’ll take good care of mine,” he said, pulling up his pants leg and revealing his longer sock preference.
Danny stammered about for a couple of seconds, still downloading this entire situation. He was caught. If he tried escaping, he knew he wouldn’t get far, probably not even out of the van. The best he could hope for was to make the most of out of it. He swallowed hard before accepting the predicament. “Well, if you want to make my dreams come true, as you say, you know my real desire isn’t just to be tied up…” he said before Josh nodded his head. “I know, I know. You like having another one alongside. Sorry, I’m new to this whole kidnapping business. I’m not just going to grab someone off the street.”
“What if I could provide you with the other person?”
Josh raised an eyebrow. He was clearly curious. “How?”
“Well I can’t leave my car here all day and night. It’ll be suspicious. Let me call one of my friends. He’s a member of the forum too. Lives close by. He actually kidnapped me some time ago, you might’ve read it. He kidnapped me because I hadn’t finished a story from years ago.”
“Sorry, no, I just read your posts I’m afraid.”
“I’m flattered. Take the phone out of my pocket and call him up. His name’s Todd. I’ll do the talking.”
Josh contemplated the offer for a moment. His mind immediately turned to it being some kind of setup or trap, but he had sprung this on Danny so fast, it would be impossible for him to mobilize at all. If the conversation didn’t contain any secret words or phrases, the whole thing might not be so bad after all. Taking the risk, he reached into Danny’s light blue jeans pocket before producing his phone. He scrolled through the contacts, found Todd in the directory, and placed the call. When he heard it start ringing, he put it up to Danny’s ear.
“Hey man, yea, it’s me. Listen, I need you to do me a huge favor. I’m finished up at the school and a bunch of us are carpooling to happy hour. I didn’t realize but the parking lot is going to be locked in an hour….yea, exactly. Could you help me out?…Yea the spare key is in the glove compartment and the keyless entry code is 2-3-9-0. Uh huh. 2-3-9-0. I can come pick it up from your place, that’s fine. I owe you one. Yea, sounds like a deal.”
Josh didn’t pick up anything too suspicious and quickly ended the call and crouched up to the passenger seat and dumped the phone into the gym bag. Returning to his captive, he reached into Danny’s pocket again and produced his car keys.
“Very nice. Let’s just make sure this code works. In the meantime…” he said, shoving a bandanna in between Danny’s teeth and quickly tying it around his head. There was no mouth stuffing so the gag wasn’t nearly as effective as it could have been, but Josh simply needed a quick solution while he made sure the key was there for Todd. He returned shortly thereafter and was content in seeing Danny just rolling around a bit, certainly not aggressively struggling as much as he could. They’ll be plenty of that later Josh thought.
He removed the gag from Danny’s mouth. “Now what?”
“Now, you drive over to Todd’s place. I’ll tell you the way. When he gets to his place, we’ll meet him there.”
It sounded like a decent plan, especially given that it was done on the fly. Without a word of protest, Josh hopped up to the driver’s seat and drove out of the parking lot and out into the residential area. He drove slow as to not toss Danny around too much, and true to his word, Danny gave him directions that led him to a home about a half-mile away from the school.
“He rents the entire home, so he’ll put the car in the driveway. Just stay parked out front,” Danny said.
“This isn’t some cop’s house is it?”
“No, no, I’m telling you, it’s legit. We probably passed him on the way here. A guy our age, 5’11, short blond straight hair, maybe 180 pounds.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying that close attention. I didn’t need you slamming into the side of the van.”
They waited in silence for a couple of minutes before Danny piped up again.
“I’m not going to be in a zip tie this whole time am I?”
“No, you’ll get out of those when we get to where we’re going. It’s just temporary.”
“Is that how you’re going to get Todd secure?”
“What is this, Twenty Questions: The Kidnap Edition? Yes, I have plenty of zip ties for him, too. Now knock it off before I put the gag back in.”
About ten minutes elapsed before Danny’s car came around the corner and parked in the driveway, just as Danny said. Out came a person fitting the description Danny had given in a plain white t-shirt, black basketball shorts, a beige flip flops. As he came around the back of the car, Josh emerged from the van. “Todd?”
The young man stopped, and turned to the inquisitor. “Yes?”
“Oh good, it is you. Just making sure. I’m Josh, a friend of Danny’s. He told me to meet you here.”
Todd looked at Josh quizzically for a moment. “Were you the one driving him to the bar? Where is he?”
“Well no, not exactly. He wanted me to show you this,” Josh said as he walked to the back of the van. Todd cautiously followed and his eyes widened when the door was open revealing his friend in the back.
“Hey there, Todd!” Danny said in an exciting tone, hoping to dismiss any sense of apprehension on the part of his friend.
“What the…” Todd said, as he jumped into the back of the van.
“Isn’t it cool? A white van and everything. Josh’s a friend from work and stumbled upon my, ahem, interest. Wants to make it a reality.”
Todd saw the basic premise of just a zip tie and Danny’s shoes strewn about the back. There wasn’t anything else to indicate this was some well thought-out plan. “So what’s going to happen?”
“Well I’m not entirely sure. I know I’m going to be tied up, gagged, and they’ll be plenty of socks.”
“Whelp, that sounds like your kind of party.”
At that moment, Josh emerged at the back door.
“Well it’s a decent road trip to my vacation place. It’s secluded but not too secluded. The perfect place for a kidnap adventure. I hope you don’t mind, Danny,” he said, revealing an amber glass bottle and shaking it in his hand back and forth. “I want to make it as authentic as possible, you know.”
Danny’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “Are you kidding? Of course I don’t mind!”
“I didn’t think so,” he said, as he climbed into the back. He took out another OTC sock and folded it a few times, resulting in a thick wad of a sock. Todd scooted back as Josh uncapped the bottle and dipped it a few times into the sock. “Any last requests?” he asked, winking at Danny.
“Yea, do Todd first,” he said. Before Todd could react, Josh swung around and clamped the folded up sock over his nose and mouth with his right hand and with his left, reached behind his head to keep it in place. Todd’s eyes widened in surprise and fear, unaware he was about to be an unwilling participant in this exercise. He grunted hard as Josh leaned into him, pushing him towards the bed of the van. “MMMMMMM!!!!!” He grabbed at Josh’s hand, but the weight and momentum was not on his side. Danny arched his neck in delight at seeing his friend being subdued.
“I keep telling you…if you wear flip flops, you’ll be punished, hehehe,” Danny said during the struggle.
“Settle down, settle down, just breathe,” Josh said, giving a warm, gentle smile as he looked into the blue eyes of his soon-to-be captive. Todd’s eyes glared at his attacker, unsure of the motive of involving him in this stunt. After all, he was always the captor. The use of the anesthetic gave him the distinct impression that this was a plan devised by Danny. He hadn’t a clue of the confluence of events that occurred to bring him to this point. Each breath weakened him, as he expected. Josh felt his victim’s grip loosen and he removed his left hand from behind Todd’s head, using it to slide under his victim’s shirt and caress his abdomen. “Sweet dreams, cutie,” he taunted before witnessing the pretty blue eyes start of flutter; the grunting and muffled protests transforming into weak sighs. Todd’s bent leg slid down, thumping on the floor of the van as his struggle concluded.
Josh looked back at Danny who couldn’t contain the excitement in his face…or in his crotch.
“That was….amazing.”
“Yea I thought you’d like that. Seems like you really liked it.”
Danny broke eye contact and looked down. “Sorry. It just had it all. Chloroform. A valiant struggle. A sock…I couldn’t help it.”
“Whelp he’ll be out for awhile,” Josh said as he grabbed his gym bag. He took out a roll of silver duct tape, set it on the ground, and then held up two pairs of OTC socks. One pair was blue, the other red.
“Captive’s choice. Which pair goes on your friend?”
“Blue.”
“Very well.” Josh unraveled the blue socks and made his way to the unconscious body at the front of the van. He pulled the flip flops off and placed each of the blue socks on Todd’s feet. He then lifted the limp body up from under the arms and half-carried him over to Danny. With a SCREECH of the duct tape, he wrapped it around Todd’s ankles and did the same to the arms which were crossed on his stomach.
Turning to Danny, he pulled the zip tie off before flipping him over on his back. Danny didn’t protest and let his new captor manipulate his body any way he chose. He was secured in the same way as his friend, but with his head pointed towards the front. With them in inverse positions, Josh turned Danny to the side, placing him just inches from Todd’s socked feet. Danny’s head was pushed right into them, before he felt the tape being wrapped around his head, and then Todd’s feet. He inhaled deeply. The socks had a smell to them that indicated they were brand new, but with each subsequent inhalation, he caught a whiff of Todd. Not smelly, but enough of a hint to make up for the sterile smell of the socks.
“Now try not to get too excited. We have a little trip ahead of us and then a lot of fun. Don’t want you spoiling it for yourself all at once.”
Danny ignored his captor and kept inhaling. He wasn’t sure what to expect but he knew he would enjoy it.