Vince staggered backwards, trying to pull free of the loop of rope around his neck, but he wasn’t going anywhere, while at no risk of strangling him, the noose was firm around his neck and was tied off to something hefty. Even with his arms free it didn’t feel like he could have moved it, let alone how he was. How had this day gone so badly? One minute he’d been deliriously happy, ready to go out with the girl of his dreams, the next he’d been chloroformed and dressed up in this…

                He scowled behind his blindfold, feeling the tight purple leotard and black lacy stockings, which were sliding all over the parquet flooring. This had to be one of the worst days of his life.

“Awh, don’t you look all flushed and adorable.”
               

                Vince scowled as the Weird Kid reentered the room, his superior sing-song voice radiating towards him.

“Fuck you,” Vince snapped, tugging on the rope again. “Come on, let me go. We both know that if you put that video up on the internet, I’ll just go to the police and have it taken down and used against you as rape.”

“Oh my dear Princess, the police will never find it where I intend to look for it,” The Weird Kid sneered. “And who’s to say that your protests aren’t just you playing the perfect bondage model?”

“Me!” Vince tugged on the rope again.

“That’s about to change,” The Weird Kid promised softly.

                There was a thump as the Weird Kid set something down nearby.

“Now, I was going to record this too, but I think I’ll make this payer-only…”

                Vince yelled in surprise as he felt strong arms go around him and he was spun around, and shoved, back first against the edge of a table, then he was lifted so that he was sat on it. Before Vince could slide off though, he felt a belt tighten across his thighs and be buckled off tightly. The table he was on couldn’t be very wide, it must have been a heavy old side-table or something, just bigger than his butt as he could feel the edges of the table dig into his thighs. Vince tried to squirm away from the strap, but it held firm, even over the nylons around his legs.

“Right,” The Weird Kid’s voice came from somewhere around Vince’s knees and Vince kicked out hopefully, but missed. “Hello again ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your kind donations to see this exclusive clip. I’m guessing that you guys must be real die-hard fans of feet, or the princess for this, or maybe you’re just collectors, but either way, welcome to my next video.”

                Vince groaned, he was off again.

“Let me go, come on!” Vince kicked out again. “I don’t want to be your model! Hey! Hey! If anyone there can hear me, call the police! Call the police, right now!”

                The Weird Kid continued, as if he couldn’t hear a word Vince was saying.

“Now, I personally don’t get the whole foot fetish thing,” he continued, grabbing Vince by the ankle and wrenching his foot forwards. “But I have to say, Princess here does have some pretty little piggies.”

                He trailed his fingernail over Vince’s arch, making him squeal and wrench his foot away.

“Roll a few dollars my way, and I’ll do you a whole video devoted to me tickling those delightful little feet, but first, I’d like to demonstrate how even a bog-standard pair of high-heels can really up the vulnerability of your captive.” There was a soft click as he picked something up. “These here, are a pair of knock-off Louis Vuitton that I’m sure my sister won’t mind me borrowing,” he continued. “Now, my sister is only a size 5, which is about 5 sizes smaller than princess here. This is important, if you up the discomfort, you increase the helplessness of your captive, call it the equation of kidnapping.”

                As Weird Kid was speaking, he crammed the tiny shoe onto Vince’s foot. It was way too small, and Vince yelled in pain as his toes were smushed into the unforgiving point. The Weird Kid guided the zipper up the front of the boot with difficulty, wrenching it up the last couple of centimetres and leaving Vince in agony. Vince yelled in pain, but he kept going.

“Now, as you see, these aren’t the highest heels in the world,” the Weird Kid went on, calmly stuffing Vince’s foot into the other heel. “They’re only about 4 inches or so, but I chose them on purpose to show you how even a little heel can make a big impact.”

“Let me go you arsehole! Aouch! Stop it!”

“See, he’s already feeling vulnerable,” the Weird Kid continued, zipping the shoe up firmly. “Now, you see with these boots, they have these laces, as well as the zips. Always take the opportunity to increase the discomfort…”

                Vince tried to flail his legs away from the Weird kid, but he caught Vince’s leg firmly and started tightening the laces, increasing the pressure on Vince’s feet.

“Now, once you have them as tight as you can, you want to make sure that they’re not coming off without help,” the Escapee went on. “Now, with some shoes you can just slip a padlock on and Bob’s your uncle, but, in this case, that’s not going to work, so we turn to our old friend, duct tape.”

                There was a scream as the Weird Kid wrenched the tape off the spool. Vince struggled wildly, almost turning the table over, but the Weird Kid remained perfectly calm, sticking tape first to cover the zipper, then wrapping long stretches around the top of the boot and Vince’s calf, smoothing the edges down to make sure that they were hard to peel up, then did the same to the other boot.  Vince knew that with his arms trapped uselessly behind him and unable to see where the edges of the tape were, there was no way he was getting his feet free of the crushing shoes.

“Now,” The Weird Kid went on. “Just to prove how vulnerable this makes the subject, I’m going to release the belt holding him to the table and the noose around his neck. How far do you think that he’ll make it Deviants and Deviantesses?”

                Vince tensed, unable to believe it. The guy was going to let him go? He felt the noose being lifted over his head, and the belt unstrapped from his thighs, and the moment he was free, he leapt up… only for the heel to skitter on the smooth parquet floor. Vince’s ankle turned in the heels and he went crashing to the floor. Over his panic and pain, he could hear the Weird Kid’s braying laughter. Anger flooded through him and he squirmed back to his feet, just managing to get back to his feet, then wobbled wildly, pain stabbing through his confined feet.

                He tried to run again, but wobbled dangerously and so settled for an odd mincing fast walk, rolling horribly on the shoes. He lurched across the room, and, still blind, crashed straight into the wall. Undeterred, Vince forced himself back up, but fell straight back down again and within moments, he felt a hand grab his upper arms and force him back to a standing position.

                His feet were on fire.

“In other words – not far at all,” the Weird Kid snickered. “I do hope that you’ve enjoyed this video, ciao for noooow!”

                There was a click and the Weird Kid gave another wild bray of laughter.

“Ten people have downloaded it already little Princess,” he cackled. “You’ll soon have made up for my allowance and more.”

“Ten people who will call the police on your perverted arse!” Vince yelled defiantly.

                The Weird Kid snorted.

“And risk revealing their own perversions? Not a chance,” the weird kid forced Vince into a chair and lashed him back down with the belt across his thighs. “Need to get the light right for this one – it’s always important in videos.”

                Vince twisted in his seat as the Weird Kid moved the camera around.

“You’re not going to get away with this!” Vince snapped.

“Oh please, could you be any more cliché?” The Weird Kid drawled. “You’re like Robin from Batman, only even more pathetic and in tighter clothes.”

“Bastard,” Vince snarled.

“Do try and keep the language to a minimum will you, these films need to be PG, after all…” The Weird Kid chuckled. “Now. The next video.”

                Vince’s ears pricked up as he heard the Weird Kid bustle around the room.

“I’m sure my sister won’t mind me borrowing some more of her stuff, I mean, she did put them in the wash…”

“Wha….”

                Vince was cut off suddenly as a ball of material was forced into his mouth and into his left cheek, swiftly followed by another one to his right cheek, another being forced into his mouth in the middle. He choked on it and as he did, the Weird Kid forced a massive, luminous yellow tennis ball into his mouth. With supreme care, the Weird Kid tucked the fabric in and adjusted the ball. Vince screamed into it, barely able to hear his own voice, the material touching the back of his throat making him almost heave. He tried to move his tongue to force the ball out, but that just made him want to throw up even more, the ball locked behind his teeth.

“Finally, some bloody peace and quiet,” The Weird Kid muttered, then cleared his throat. “Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen, sorry for the delay, but I had to pack all this stuff in Princess’ mouth, and that tennis ball was quite tricky to pack in!”

                Vince swore internally as the Weird Kid grabbed his head and angled it to better show the camera, trying desperately to expel the ball, but it was lodged really well.

“MMM – MmmPF!” he screamed, but it was to no avail.

                He felt the Weird Kid’s hands release his head for a moment, heard him move to behind him and shook his head desperately, but the stuffing was not budging.

“Now that you’ve got your victim silenced, you can take off the blindfold if you want,” The Weird Kid announced cheerily.

                Vince blinked in the sudden light as the blindfold was wrenched off – snagging some of his hair as he did.

“Personally I like to humiliate bratty girls like this, so, you just take some more panties and put them like this,” Weird Kid wrenched some black pants over Vince’s face, so that the crotch was over his nose and he was staring at the camera, horror-struck, through the leg-holes. “They just love this.”

                The Weird Kid grabbed Vince’s head again, angling it this way and that so that the viewers could see every inch of Vince’s face.

“Now, the next, and only, proper step is to add a layer to hold in the packing,” he continued, reaching for a spool of black duct-tape. “It has to be really tight.”

                Vince cowered in his chair, shaking his head desperately as the Weird Kid slapped the tape onto his face, then wrapped it around and around and around his jaw, all the way down from under his nose to his neck, holding the smelly pants and tennis-ball firmly in place.

“This silences them further, isn’t that right girl?” Weird Kid jibed, twisting Vince’s nipple so hard that tears welled up in his eyes, but his scream of pain was almost inaudible.

                Weird kid kept layering the tape, applying more over Vince’s forehead and around his jaw, forcing him to bite down on the tennis ball, the horrible plastic taste of the ball, mingling with the horrible taste of used pants and socks. Vince nearly choked on the dreadful taste. Lost in the taste and the pain from his cramped feet, Vince almost missed what Weird Kid was saying as he unbuckled the strap from the chair and forced Vince to his feet, careful to keep him in view of the camera as he did.

“Now, the important thing to do with any gag of course, is to thoroughly test it,” The Weird Kid continued, shooting Vince an evil look. “But for those who want to see me thoroughly put this one to the test, that costs extra.”

                The Weird Kid pulled a remote from his pocket and pointed it at the camera. The light went off and the Weird Kid slipped the noose attached to the heavy hardwood dining table over Vince’s neck again and tightened it up.

“Don’t go anywhere now,” He cooed. “I’ve got to go set something up…”

                Vince looked down as the Weird Kid slunk out of the room desperately trying to scratch the painful heels off. He managed to tear a hole in one of his stockings in the attempt, but the boots were duct taped entirely too well to his legs, and laced way too tightly for easy removal. Vince cursed around the thick gag, drawing a deep breath in and regretting it as the stink of sweaty knickers filled his nose. He flailed desperately with his arms, but they remained as tightly tied as ever. He actually stamped his foot in irritation, but almost screamed at the spike of pain that sent through his tortured feet.

                Vince took a moment to look around. The place was impressive, almost palacial, with it’s smart wooden floor and heavy hardwood furniture, the heavy red curtains and draperies around it, the matching upholstered armchairs and the truly immense carved fireplace. Weird Kid’s family must have been rolling in it, Vince thought numbly.

“Enjoying the view?”

                Vince looked up with a start to see Weird Kid leaning in the door way. His thick hoodie concealed most of his face, but not that horrible mocking smile. He sauntered nonchalantly over to Vince and untied the noose from the leg of the table.

“Come on, got a surprise for you.”

                Vince screamed in agony behind the gag as he was dragged on the end of the leash through the opulent house and into the kitchen. It was tiled all over in pristine white, with a heavy, scarred wooden table in the centre. Weird Kid grinned at Vince, then pressed him hard against the short end of the table, forcing his chest flat against the wooden surface and using some pre-prepared ropes to cinch him against the surface, crushing his chest against the cold, unforgiving wood. Vince tried to stand back up, but there was no give in the ropes, and he felt his legs being tied tightly together, at his calves, shins, knees…

                Vince twitched and scowled as Weird Kid threw some tight coils around his upper thighs, looping rope between his legs to make them more like crude cuffs. Vince didn’t like him that close to his private area and the Weird Kid cackled at his discomfort, taking his sweet time about it.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to them,” Weird Kid breathed.

                Vince whimpered, his balls currently trapped between the edge of the table and his legs. The Weird Kid slunk backwards and pulled the remote out again, pointing it out of the camera.

“Thank you very much Lords and Ladies for buying this exclusive section of the video – how to thoroughly test your gag…” He continued in his impressive video manner. “First, you restrain your victim, I mean, volunteer, like so…”

                Vince scowled at him, spitting obscenities that were lost in the gag.

“Then you collect your implements.”

                Implements? Vince turned to look at the Weird Kid, and his eyes opened wide in horror. There, where meat cleavers and knives should have hung was a wall full of instrument of torture. Tiny headed riding crops, massive paddles, lunge whips, floggers, a thin cane… all of them on gory display. And he could only watch in horror as the Weird kid wandered up and down infront of them, playing at indecision over which one he should choose…

“Now, assuming that you’re all prepared to pay for it, I’m more than happy to go through each of these babies in turn and show you how to truly discipline your pet, but as we’re just testing the gag, I think we should go for maximum impact,” The Weird Kid continued, picking up a truly immense paddle.

                He swung it a few times, watching Vince slyly as it whistled through the air. Vince paled and trembled at the sight of it, trying desperately to shuck the ropes to get the hell out of there, but escape, as ever, eluded him.

“What you want is a paddle that will reach across all of your pet’s butt,” The Weird Kid slapped Vince’s arse with relish. “This one has a particularly large bubble butt, so we need a spectacularly large paddle.”

                Vince tried to kick him, but with his legs tied as they were, he just made a pathetic flolloping motion. The Weird Kid just kneaded his arse a little more.

“First we do the initial sound-check,” He continued.

                Before Vince could wonder what that was, he yelped in pain. The Weird Kid had grabbed the back of his leotard and wrenched as hard as he could, almost flossing him with the tight lycra.

“Not bad, as you can see, his girly squeaks are almost inaudible, even with the little microphone I have taped to the table,” the Weird Kid continued. “But, better check.”

                He took up stance behind Vince.

“It’s always important to have the correct stance when beating a sub,” He remarked. “Don’t want to be injuring yourself now, do you? Always use a two handed grip, and make sure that that sub feels every inch of your paddle.”

                He swung his arms back and Vince tensed, closing his eyes tight shut, grimacing, expecting the pain… which didn’t come. He opened one eye cautiously.

“Forgot to say…” The Weird Kid began…

                Then pain exploded across Vince’s arse. Vince hollered, caught by surprise and the Weird Kid gave another high-pitched cackle of laughter.

“…never let them see it coming.”

                He started to systematically wallop Vince, counting to random numbers before pausing, changing speed and angle so that Vince’s globe of an arse was glowing brilliant red and aching with pain. Vince whimpered, tears of pain sliding down his face and onto the table as he finally gave up fighting and accepted his fate.

“You beat them until your arm hurts,” The Weird Kid giggled. “And then you beat them some more for making your arm hurt!”

                He paused, staring at the reddened butt with a look of supreme satisfaction, swinging the paddle absentmindedly from one hand. He groped it casually with one hand.

“You could warm your hands on that,” He remarked gleefully. “That, is how you thoroughly test a gag. As you can see, this one is incredibly effective. When you’re sure that you’ve got them firmly gagged, you can pay more attention to their ropes,” the Weird Kid went on. “We can’t have them messing with your masterpiece, now can we?”

                Vince groaned. How much worse could this get?