Vince stared up at the clock at the front of the classroom, willing it to go faster. He barely heard a word his teacher Madame Villedieu was saying, fidgeting with a piece of paper in his hands. He flipped it open and re-read the paper again, his heart skipping a beat. The big bubble handwriting written in vivid pink gel pen, with hearts where the dots should be on the I’s was achingly familiar and made his heart sing.

It belonged to Vivienne, the blonde bombshell of the year above, and Vince, like every guy in the school, would have gladly worshipped the ground she walked on. With her long golden hair and big pouty heart-shaped lips, the waist that went in just as it should and the chest that came out just so… and the legs that could have been borrowed from a Barbie-doll, she looked just… perfect.

And he had a note from her. Telling him to meet her. Him. Vince Tooney – the weird nerdy boy who drew pictures through all of his lessons, was going to meet Vivienne!

His heart sang an opera as he looked down at the paper again.

My darling Vince,

Meet me in classroom 8b straight after school for a weekend you will never forget. Don’t be late – I’ll be waiting!

Viv xxx

He’d read it so many times he was sure that the words should have been worn off the paper by the pressure of his eyes. He leapt out of his chair as the bell rang and sprinted out of the classroom before Madame Villedieu could call him back.

Classroom 8b was right over the other side of the campus and so it took 20 minutes at a furious pace to get there. By the time he’d made it, he was panting for breath and so forced himself to slow down, gasping for breath. He tried to regain his composure, the last thing he wanted was for Vivienne to see him in such a mess. He took a few deep breaths, then pushed his hair back and straightened his jumper and backpack.

Then he pushed open the classroom door… to find it totally empty. He frowned, checking the number on the door, then stepped right into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him. He stared down at the note.

“This can’t be mfffph!”

A hand, muffled in a thick pad of material clamped over Vince’s jaw. He took a breath in through shock, and smelt a strong sickly-sweet stench fill his lungs. He tried to hold his breath, struggling against the person behind him, but they jabbed him in the ribs. He gave a cry of pain and sucked in more of the intoxicating vapour and felt his head get light and his vision blur. He flailed out blindly, his strikes loosing all power as his knees gave way and he slowly slid to the floor and into unconsciousness.



When Vince came to, he was lying on a rough carpet. He groaned softly, shaking his head to clear it, then opened his eyes… only his vision stayed blacked out. He took a sharp intake of breath and shook his head again wildly, but he stayed blind, he couldn’t see a thing. Panicking, he tried to bring his arms around, tried to reach up to his face, but was brought short.

His arms were bound tightly together at the elbow, so tightly he was almost loosing feeling in his fingers. He squirmed desperately against his bonds, but despite his wriggling fingers and shimmying shoulders, he couldn’t shuck the ropes, and he couldn’t reach to get near the knots either. The rope around his elbows was attached to 2 shoulder-strap like loops that went around his arms and another that wrapped around his chest, just under his nipples, pinning his elbows together and close to his back.

“Amazing how powerless it can make you feel, right?”

The soft, sinister voice made him freeze. It was close, maybe a couple of feet away, and it was like no voice Vince had ever heard before, softly sibilant, but with a strange, mocking, sing-song undertone that sounded demonically playful.

“Just a few feet of rope and both your arms are utterly useless,” the voice went on. “It’s quite something, don’t you think?”

And Vince realised he did know the voice. It was that weird kid. The guy that the warden was always after, that was always kicking up hell.

“Hey!” Vince yelled indignantly. “What the hell do you think that you’re doing? This isn’t funny, you know!”

“Really? I think it’s hilarious,” The Weird Kid laughed, a high mad cackle that set Vince’s hair on end. “Sorry to bring you here under false pretences Vince, but I had to make sure you’d come, and come alone. It’s my way of… paying back the favour.”

“Favour, what favour?” Vince stammered, shaken.

“The favour where you told the warden I’d been vandalising the bike-sheds,” the Weird Kid went on. “He wrote a letter to my father, and now, he’s stopped my pocket money for the next few months. So I thought… how best do I pay back that arrogant little bastard Vince Tooney huh?”

Vince shuffled back desperately on the carpet as he heard the creepy voice getting closer, all the more terrifying as he couldn’t see its source, feet shuffling on the threadbare carpet beneath them.

“So I thought I could use this weekend to earn me back the money I lost… and who better to help me, than you?”

Hands grabbed the front of Vince’s shirt and wrenched him to his feet, and in that moment Vince realised that he wasn’t wearing his school uniform any more. He was wearing what felt like a long-sleeved lycra leotard, without any underwear underneath, the section of the leotard that should have covered his arse sliding up to reveal his unprotected butt-cheeks. Vince tried to twist away from the Weird Kid to hide his dick, pressed up against the inside of the leotard, making what he imagined to be quite a serious bulge.

And it didn’t stop there, his legs were encased in what felt like nylon stockings, the lace around the elastic hold ups scratching his bare thighs and only enhancing the feeling of vulnerability… and the size of the bulge in the unitard. To complete this weird ensemble was no doubt a blindfold that Vince reckoned must be a sleep-mask, the elastic wrapped over his dark curls and held in place on his cheeks by a few pieces of well-placed duct-tape. He staggered on his slippy stocking-clad feet as the Weird Kid wrenched him to his feet.

“What the hell have you done to my clothes?!” Vince squeaked indignantly.

“Don’t you like your new ensemble?” The Weird Kid asked innocently. “It’s very flattering. My sister’s off at the Gymnastic World Championships this weekend, and left some of her kit behind. I think it fits you very well.”

“Let me go!” Vince wrenched away and wobbled on his heels. “And give me back my clothes!”

“Hmmm… Naaah, I don’t think so,” The Weird Kid said casually.

“This isn’t funny, you know?!”

“Yes it iiiiiiii-sssss,” The Weird Kid sang, with another bray of maniacal laughter.

Vince scowled in the direction of the voice and started trying to stealthily pick the lycra out of his butt crack so it covered his cheeks again, but couldn’t get the tips of his fingers anywhere near the fabric, no matter how hard he desperately felt out.

“Stop fussing.”

The Weird Kid grabbed Vince by the arms and dragged him back into the centre of the carpet, his back to the Weird Kid, who grabbed him around the chest to stop him wriggling around, and grabbed the tops of the leotard’s legholes, giving them a savage yank. Vince yelled in pain as the Weird Kid gave him a brutal wedgie, the lycra vanishing between Vince’s globe like butt cheeks.

“Oh shush,” The Weird Kid slapped his butt warningly. “Or I’ll do much worse to you.”

“Screw you.”

“That is an option.”

Vince shut up quickly. As much as he was hating every second of this, getting raped was not high on his agenda, and he didn’t put it past the Weird Kid to do it, he’d heard the rumours about what he’d made Catelyn do, not to mention poor Olive. And that football player… he’d had to swap schools after the Weird Kid was done with him.

Weird Kid yanked Vince against him painfully.

“That’s right, you little slut, shut up and take it,” Weird Kid whispered. “And if you behave, maybe I’ll buy you some sweeties later?”

Vince scowled behind the sleep-mask. Weird Kid fumbled with something, then cleared his throat, adjusting his posture slightly against Vince.

“Hello Ladies and Gentleman, this is the Escapee,” He announced, seemingly to mid-air.

“Who the hell are you talking to?!” Vince demanded. “I know you don’t have any friends you perverted psycho.”

“Hello and welcome to the first in the series, of ‘How To Become The Perfect Kidnapper’,” The Weird Kid continued, slapping Vince warningly on the butt as he did. “All through this series, I’ll be showing you some of my favourite tips using Princess here as my able assistant,” The Weird Kid pulled Vince’s head to point in a certain direction. “Say hi!”

“You’re kidding right?!” Vince yelped, trying to twist away. “Look, let me go right now and I won’t tell any-one about this! I won’t even kick your worthless butt on my way out!”

The Weird Kid gave another bray of psychotic laughter.

“Oh Princess,” He patted his cheek condescendingly. “I knew you’d be totally into helping me with my little vlog on how easy it is to become an expert rigger.”

The Weird Kid turned back to where Vince guessed that the camera was.

“And this, perverts and psychos, is why you always start with this little number,” He forced Vince to turn so he was standing side on to the camera, his arm vice-like around Vince’s chest, holding him in place while he displayed the rope around Vince’s chest. “What you see here is your essential ‘Elbow-Tie’, sure to render even the strongest person, not like Princess here, completely helpless.”

The Weird Kid grabbed a handful of Vince’s butt, groping it hard enough to leave bruises. Vince squirmed in his grip, trying to fight him off.

“What the hell do you think that you’re doing?!” Vince yelled, trying to stamp on the Weird Kid in his heels. “Stop it! You’re completely crazy if you think I’m going to let you do that!”

“You see, even if you don’t tie up those wriggly little hands…” The Weird Kid slapped Vince’s other butt-cheek with a resounding slap of skin-on skin.

“OWCH – stop it! Stop hitting my butt!” Vince yelped. “Come on, knock it off or I’m going to fucking spank you!”

He tried to slap out with his hands, but couldn’t get close enough to his vulnerable arse to knock the Weird Kid away.

“You see?” The Weird Kid continued, returning to kneading Vince’s bubble butt in his hands. “This little pathetic nerd can’t even reach his own butt if you couple the elbow tie with a tight little chest harness, giving you plenty of time to do as you please with your prey – and their cute little butt.”

He pinched Vince’s butt with a sharp jab, making Vince cry out in pain.

“You are not going to do anything with me or my butt!” Vince spat defiantly. “I won’t let you! And don’t you dare show that video to anyone else or I swear I’ll make your life a living hell – no matter how tied up I am!”

“In this case, freaks and hellraisers, this little piece of prey is going to receive a very hard spanking for whining pitifully all the way through this video…” The Weird Kid leant in, breathing into Vince’s ear. “Isn’t that right Princess?”

“Fuck you arsehole.”

The Weird Kid laughed.

“Tune in next time to see this little bitch get exactly what he deserves, and a massive gag to match, that I will walk you through, step by step,” He promised. “Until then, ciao!”

The Weird Kid fumbled with something, and then gave another wild cackle.

“Oh, you’re going to be so very lucrative, I can tell already,” He giggled. “Right then Princess – gag time now!”