10. Explanations

He grabbed the cuffed boy, and once he had checked the corridor was clear — and why would it not be? —he led him towards the other end of the building. They entered his office, and Travis opened a smaller door to his small apartment. For security reasons he slept in the office to be available to the kids in the dorm in case of emergency. But he had the use of the apartment, a three bedroom unit located at the other end of a hall to which a small door gave access. This hall was desert, because it only served, a laundry room, a dark room and a few other places used as storage rooms. They did not lack space in Saint Thomas More. He walked Lewis all the way down the hall, and then unlocked a new door to let him cross the threshold of his lair.

        It was a very plain apartment. In the living room there was mainly a big rectangular wooden table. This apartment was used mainly on week-ends by supervisors who came here to have little dinner parties; most of them enjoyed spending a little time inside the school walls on their free time, because it was like owning it to some extent. Leaving the captive teen standing, Travis went to the adjacent room; through the open door, Lewis noticed it was a bedroom. But he did not see where Travis got the ropes he came back with.
"Climb on the table and lay on your back."
Lewis did not move. He was a little shocked. He was scolded.
"Come on, quick."
He eventually reacted and came to the narrow end of the piece of furniture, where there was no chair. He turned around to present his Glidor clad butt to the edge of the table. He tiptoed his way up in sitting position. From there, he raised his legs, bending them at the knees and brought his heels into contact with the edge of the table. He pushed his way gradually towards the middle of the wooden rectangle until his rear was in the center of the diagonals. He lay on his back despite the unease caused by his cuffed wrists in the small of his back.

        This did not last too long, for Travis spread-eagled him to the legs of the table with ropes. He then came to the side where both arms were stretched in a V and climbed, kneeling so as to frame the teen’s head with the tip of his thighs, softly pressing against his shoulders with his knees. Travis looked downward and locked his eyes into those of the gagged boy. With their faces back to front, the captive’s look seemed even more surprised.
"I need to ask you a few yes or no questions, so the tape is going to stay on your lips for a little while. First, did Ben and Fred ever tie you?"
Lewis denied, brushing the smooth inside of his interviewer’s thighs.
"So, you tie them up? That’s what I needed to know. And did they give you oral favours?"
Lewis did not seem to understand.
"Blow jobs?"
Lewis Fatbind opened his doe-like eyes yet wider, while vigorously shaking no with his head, which made Travis all soft and mellow.
"There's no hurry for you guys to get into this type of things. But I just wanted to know…You already can think of clever set-ups. I don’t think any screams you could give out would have any chance to reach anyone’s ears, but I still want you to be reasonable once I take the gag off. I just want to have a nice little chat with you."
Lewis nodded yes so Travis, having laid along his prisoner, removed the strips of tape…

"It’s not like you are allowed to interrupt, but I think that as I tell you my little tale, you may have precisions to ask. Nod if you need explanations. I will try to be brief…"

11. Making decisions

It was less than half an hour than they met again with Ben and Fred. Lewis was free of any manacles and left to talk. He walked towards them, and started to explain the situation as he untied them.
"We were not discrete enough. Travis knew all about us. He has a vision and I think it could suit us."
Travis stayed in the background, showing Lewis was granted free speech.
"He wants to turn Saint Sebastian into a 'bondage' dorm. And he offers us to play a part in his enterprise. Personally, I’m all for it!"
His gag having been removed, Ben was able to ask:
"What? He wants us to make the rest of the dorm our prisoners?"
The usually shy Ben seemed exhilarated by the idea.
"No, but since there are already the three of us, maybe we could find other boys who would be willing to play theses kinds of games."
Fred was stunned.
"Wow! Cool!"
"As you say, my dear. Travis suggested we should try to investigate as discretely as possible on the on-goings of this school. He thinks there must be others like us. He says that here, it hangs in the air."
"What do you mean?"
"It seems a good share of the boys who come here end up playing games with ropes and scarves, and they even sometimes go a little bit further."
"Is that right?"
"Travis met quite a few when he studied here."
"Oh!"
There was surprise and excitement in Ben’s voice. Their talk went on for a little longer, making plans on how to attract new members in their little society. Eventually, Travis reminded them of his presence, cutting gently into the boys’ merry conversation.
"There will be time for deciding on how to do it. But it is getting late, and you should have been asleep for way over one hour. It is time to wish you a goodnight and go to sleep."
Soon the teens were on their way to bed, their heads designing imaginative plans to get more people to play with. They all fell asleep smiling…

Coming soon - the last (so far) three chapters . . . Quite a Boarding School by Bond Writer.