8. Eavesdropping

"Yes, Ben, I know it feels strange but I sometimes need to extend the game to daytime. I thought we had an agreement on that."

But it was Fred who answered.

"Yes, this is just very unpleasant, Lewis! What fun is it to have our balls tied by a rubber band? It just hurts, it’s not very sexy!"

"A protest? Well, OK, maybe this isn't cool. You are in your lucky day; I’m going to let you remove the ball straps. Too bad, I thought it would be fun."

He was surprisingly willing to have ears for their complaints. Ben was in full agreement with the decision Lewis had just taken, and was glad to feel his fingers untying the rubber. But his next replied sounded strange.

"But I hope tonight you'll treat us right, Lewis, because we're being particularly nasty!"

"Don’t worry; I have something in store that'll make you regret to have acted as such sissies!"

Being over with their little business, they left the restrooms.

Travis was still standing with his legs apart. He could not believe what he had just heard. He mulled over the conversation he had been the unknown witness to; was it really what he thought? Or was it his wild imagination? What was to take place tonight among the three boys? He had to find out, and he knew how. He walked back to Saint Sebastian. He fetched a wireless microphone in the studio’s storage room. He climbed up to the third floor. After having made sure no one could see him, he opened the boys’ room with his pass. He crawled down under the bunk beds and laid the emitter on the floor. He exited the room and locked it. He walked down to his own room, which was an office with a bed and a desk, where he spent his evenings watching over the dorm.

Travis' job was not too difficult. He made sure everybody was in their room in time, and most often he stayed the rest of the night in his own office. There were boarders coming in at different times, because they were involved in various activities taking place in all of the school grounds. The idea was that they came to their room when they were done with school stuff, merely to shower and go to bed: the teachers demanded a lot of work and involvement from students at Saint Thomas More. The curfew was set at ten, and Travis just had a quick glance to see if there were no lights still showing underneath the doors.

Travis was just there to check the nights would be peaceful. Some kids came to talk with him about their school day, and he tried to be a reassuring presence in this school which size could be overwhelming. Twice since the beginning of the year — and they were in March — he had had to intervene, because once some kids had forgotten about time because they were so engrossed in some innocent but intense reading of some detective dime novels. The second time, it was a student who was preparing extra hard for some test. Travis had it easy, he was conscious of this fact. He got the small receiver out of his cupboard and plugged the earpiece into it. He was ready.

He had checked as soon as Lewis and Ben had entered their room that his transmitting device worked properly. He heard Lewis first:

"Go and have your shower, quick."

"Yes!" an excited voice had answered.

It worked. He put the earpiece down. He studied until it was about time for curfew, having decided not to invade the kids’ privacy until they were supposed to be nicely tucked under their blankets, having dreams of serious, well-meaning teens. The first words he heard were again Lewis’s.

"Ben, the towel…"

Travis looked in the hall, and saw the light being turned off. Or rather, made to look like it was being turned off. Clever lads! Until this day he had been fooled. But tonight it was going to change…

9. An evening to make sure

"O.K., Fred. It’s time to get things going. Tie him up."

From the comments Lewis made and the advice he gave, Travis understood Ben was pinned down on a chair where ropes held him firmly.

"OK, now the special briefs. Good, this Glidor looks great!"

"Yeah!"

"Now it’s your turn to sit on it. Your butt between his thighs… Yeah! Try to get your navel touching his… All right! Now your legs a little back. Let me use this rope…"

"Ouch!"

"Oops… Sorry!"

Fred sounded lustfully enthusiastic.

"Now, I’m gonna silence you nasty little sissies!"

"Please!" Ben pleaded half-heartedly.

Travis could not really figure out what was going on just by hearing what happened. He was rather puzzled… Soon he heard the muffled cries of the twosome. To Travis’s ears, these moans of two teenagers in action were sweet music. Now was the time to take his chance. It could turn out ugly if he ever got caught, but he was determined that this would never happen.

He grabbed his pass and burst out of his room. In his other hand Travis held a pair of handcuffs, because he was no total rookie when it came down to these games — but that would be yet another story to be told. The face of the lightly freckled reddish blond was displaying a glimmer of lusty malevolence, irradiating through his blue eyes in spite of the weak lighting provided by the halls' night lights. Even though they would have locked their door and left the key inside the bolt, he could still have used his pass. But they actually had merely locked the door and put the key away somewhere.

"Lewis?"

Travis whispered, as he closed the door behind him keeping his eyes on the captor who turned his back to him. He got a kick out of the panicked then surprised look he read on young Fatbind’s face. Caught red handed! And the looks of the supervisor were flabbergasting. He wore tight satiny running shorts and a silky tee shirt underlining his muscular chest and his thin waist. Travis had decided to make a job of the gym, so he had to be in the best possible shape for the longest time if he did not want to lose his professional credibility. Lewis was staring blankly, gaping, and trying to think of something to say. But the surprise had struck him enough that he obeyed when Travis ordered him to get in position to get his hands cuffed behind his back.

A roll of wide athletic tape resting on the desk came in handy to keep Lewis quiet. Travis could not afford to take any risks in handling this situation. He then had a look at Ben and Fred. The latter was riding the former who was sitting, tied on a chair. They rested cheeks to cheeks, gagged with glossy nylon that Travis reckoned nicely sophisticated. They were linked by their crotches, being prisoner of yet another Glidor fiendish device. Lewis had found — or designed — some very special twin shorts. They were linked by the front of their crotch. The smallest motion was hence a delightful stimulation to the Siamese boys.

"Well, what have we got here?"

He patted Fred on his shoulder. It made the pair writhe in delight.

"Most excellent, my dear Lewis. I think your two friends can go at it for a little while."

He addressed personally the bound pair.

"You have no reason to be afraid. You’re just going to wait in here for a while. Lewis, did you stuff anything in their mouth?"

The three gagged teens denied vehemently, which made Travis smile mischievously. He knew they’d be safe if he left them here for a half hour. Plus the fact he was carrying the little receiver with him.

"Then I guess you just have to be a little patient. But it seems you know how to entertain yourselves. Lewis and I must talk, and we can’t do that here. But I have a place in mind. Call if needed, I can hear you."

He waved the little electronic device.