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Rat Trap 4

Nighthawk72:	So how did you fund the cam?

Jacksy15:	That's really none of your concern.

Nighthawk72:	It is now. Tell me and trust me - I'll know if you lie.

Jacksy15:	I did a web cam show with a friend.

Nighthawk72:	The same friend you played with on my vid?

Jacksy15:	Maybe

Nighthawk72:	Let's get this straight. I ask you answer. You lie and I find out the vid gets released. I tell and you do. You don't do and the vid gets released. In fact, if I ain't happy for any reason - the vid gets released.


Jacksy15:	Same friend

Nighthawk72:	What's his name
Jacksy15:	David

Nighthawk72:	Did you touch him again

Jacksy15:	He touched me this time

Nighthawk72: Did you like it

Jacksy15:	Not sure

Nighthawk72:	Did he make you cum

Jacksy15:	Yeah

Nighthawk72:	Just the once?

Jacksy15:	Just once on cam

Nighthawk72:	More later?

Jacksy15:	I spent the night

Nighthawk72:	Proper pair of queers huh

Jacksy15:	No. We're not queer. It just happened

Nighthawk72: Ever done a girl

Jacksy15:	No

Nighthawk72: But you have a boy..... seems queer to me.

Jacksy15:	It's not like that

Nighthawk72: Tomorrow, after school. Sports pavilion will be unlocked.

Jacksy15:	ok

Nighthawk72:	I won't be alone - do as you are told

Jacksy15:	ok.

Jack approached the pavilion cautiously. There was nobody around as far as he could tell.

As he got closer he could make out a note taped to the slightly open door.

It read;

"Enter. Inside you will find a hood. Put it over your head. Kneel in the centre of the room with your back to the door. Put your hands behind your back so that you can be tied."

Taking a deep breath Jack pushed the door open. It creaked a little but that was the only sound.

Peering inside he could see a brown sack or similar in the middle of the floor. He stepped inside cautiously. Nothing.

Moving to the sack he picked it up. It was rough Hessian but tightly woven, once on his head he would see nothing.

Looking behind to check his bearings he knelt, slipped the sack cloth bag over his head and held his hands behind him as the note had instructed.

He heard footsteps almost immediately.

The temptation to tear off the sack and turn on whoever was behind his was enormous. Before he could reason the pro's and con's a loop found its way over his wrists and slipped tight. Another length of binding went around his neck and was pulled tight enough to keep the sack in place without making the boy uncomfortable.

Hands gripped each of his shoulders. At least two of them then.

Jack allowed himself to be helped to a standing position and then led to his left. There was a scraping sound as if something was being dragged across the floor and then he was turned and pushed back against the wall. The binding around his neck tightened as he was tied to something above him.

"Hey be careful" he called out.

"Shhhh" came the only response.

Hands fought with the tie hanging loosely around his collar and it came off.

Hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and, one by one, he felt them undone. His shirt was tugged out of his trousers and opened wide. Fingers traced down his body from his throat to his navel. Jack gulped.

He felt his belt being undone.

"Hey c'mon guys!" he tried.

A firm, but not too forceful, punch to his stomach warned him not to complain again.

Jack was aware of his trousers being undone and of the extra chill that accompanied their descent. His boxers followed quickly and he was all but naked to the gaze of his captors.

Hands touched him. Handled his balls and cock and stroked him to a typically almost instant teenage erection.

Then they left him. 

He strained to hear any sounds. He might have heard a click and whir of a camera, he might have imagined it. He might have heard suppressed giggles, he might not.

Soon silence descended and he knew that he was alone.

Jack lost all sense of time then. His mind drifted to who and why and back again. Occasionally he visited the how am I gonna get out of here place but quickly left that area for the fear that it induced.

Eventually he heard footsteps approaching, heard the door creak open and the footsteps rush across to him.

"Jack. Jack is that you? Are you ok?" came David's voice.

"Hey Wavy, get me loose huh" the boy replied.

"Who did it?" asked David as he freed Jacks neck and lifted the sack.

Jack blinked in the light.

"Dunno. Didn't see a thing" the boy replied. "C'mon untie me"

"er Jack ....."

"What?"

"no nothing" hissed David as he ignored the semi erect cock and slipped around to untie the other boys hands.

The pair walked towards home.

"So how did you know where to find me?" asked Jack

"Had an email waiting for me" replied David "From somebody called NightHawk72"

"Bastard!" snarled Jack

"How did they get you without you seeing them?" asked David

Jack recounted the tale, told how he had effectively given himself to the trap for fear of those pictures being published.

"Why didn't you tell me" asked a slightly hurt David

"Part of the deal" snapped Jack "I wasn't allowed to tell anybody"
"So what now?" David thought out loud

"We wait and see I suppose" replied Jack thoughtfully.

He didn't have to wait long as the email was waiting for him when he got home.

The picture showed a hooded boy, bound and stripped. It could have been anybody. Jack knew it was him.

The message was simple too.

"Same time tomorrow - same place - same routine - mainly"

He wondered about the "mainly" but tried to put it out of his mind whilst he caught up with homework.

The following morning it all came rushing back.

The boys were about half way to school when David announced that he too had received an email. That he too was expected at the pavilion.

"You gonna do it?" Jack asked

"It's either that or you get hurt they said"

"I can handle myself" announced Jack

"I know, it's just, .. well I don't wanna take any chances with my PB" smiled David

"What do you have to do?" asked Jack smiling back

"Dunno. Just turn up and get instructions there" replied David "What about you?"

"Same as yesterday as far as I can tell"

"Sweet" grinned David

"Perv!" snapped Jack as he barged his friend into a nearby hedge.

That afternoon there was a note addressed to David with a sealed envelope attached.

"You are being watched. Don't open the envelope until Jack is tied like he was yesterday. Make sure you tie him properly." Read David.

"There you go Wavy, you get to tie me up." Said Jack looking about him.

"I could make it easy for you" the boy offered

"No" replied Jack thoughtfully "I don't think we'd get away with that right now."

"ok" smiled David "If that's what you think.

David tied Jack up in much the same way as he had found the boy the previous day. Finally he slipped the hood into place and secured it around Jack's neck before tying the other end of the neck rope to an upright.

"Gonna open the envelope now" announced David

There was a pause and a tearing of paper.

"Guess what?" started David

"You get to strip me like yesterday" answered Jack

"Uh-huh and then I have to put another bag over my head ... here it is behind the radiator, and wait for my hands to be tied." David finished

"Shit" muttered Jack "Who's gonna rescue us this time?"

"What do you want me to do?" queried David "We could just go home right now."

Jack thought for a moment.

"Naw, whoever this is won't just leave us here. Best we do it."

"Can't say I'm too disappointed" whispered David as he undid his friends shirt.

"Perv!" Jack whispered through the sack.

David giggled and moved on to undo the other boys' trousers.

"er Wavy" queried Jack as a hand slipped around his flaccid cock "is that part of the instructions?"

"ok ok" snapped David as he released the now semi erect member and moved to kneel in the middle of the floor. "Cya later" he added as he slipped his own hood into place and clasped his hands behind his back.

Footsteps started almost immediately.

Jack heard David gasp as the bindings tightened around his wrists.

"Hey don't hurt him" Jack yelled

He was ignored.

David felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and another fiddling with his hood. The hood was folded carefully upwards to the bridge of his nose and held there whilst tape was used with some abandon to secure it in place. 

Eventually, when the captors were content that the hood would stay put, David was helped to stand. He was marched around the room for some time before being pushed to his knees roughly.

Jack had heard them all approach and neither boy was truly surprised when David's head was pushed forward into contact with Jacks naked groin.

Still Jack gasped a little as David flicked his tongue out to get his bearings. Then, with a hand at the back of his head in encouragement, the darker boy sought and found the tip of the growing erection and slurped it between his lips.

The first time David had serviced his friend in this way it had lasted scant seconds. This time it took longer, long enough for each boy to register the changes to the shadows as the camera flash went off two, three, four times.

Eventually Jack could hold back no more. He gushed forth to fill David's mouth before his cock slipped from the boy lips. The second and third spurts splashed over the other boys' clothes as he fell to one side.

Suppressed giggles could be heard.

David felt his trousers being undone before they were roughly tugged down to his ankles. His boxers followed quickly and his excitement was obvious to all.

More flashes followed.

Jack felt his hands come loose even as the footsteps ran away and the door slammed.

He tugged at the bindings around his neck and freed himself from the hood to peer down on David, erection bobbing in the wind.

Jack freed himself and tugged clothing back into place before setting too and freeing his friend.

"You ok Wavy?" he asked

"Clothes are a mess" David muttered looking at the cum stains on his shit and trousers.

"Sorry `bout that" muttered Jack in response.

"I think they took pictures" said David quietly

"I'm sure they did" agreed Jack 

"Never had my picture taken without being paid for it" moaned David

"Sure you have, bet your mum and dad don't pay" smiled Jack

"Mum and Dad never asked me to pose with a cock in my mouth either" David replied sullenly.

"There is that" admitted Jack as he helped David to his feet. "We need to talk to your online friend I think"

"My place?" asked David

Jack nodded and they set off.

Hillybilly69:	Hi David, kinda missed you

WavyDavy:	not sure I feel the same way about you

Hillybilly69:	How come

WavyDavy:	Jack's here

Hillybilly69:	Ah, he told you about that little problem

WavyDavy:	I'm part of that problem right now

Hillybilly69:	Not much I can do to help boys

WavyDavy:	Yup there is. You can tell me everything you know about Nighthawk.

Hillybilly69:	Can't do that.

WavyDavy:	Talk to me or the cops

Hillybilly69:	Not you as well

WavyDavy:	Is that what Nighthawk threatened?

Hillybilly69:	Not sure if Nighthawk is the same person. 

WavyDavy: 	Let's make this simple - who did you give that video cap to?

Hillybilly69:	Will you keep me out of it?

WavyDavy: 	If we can

Hillybilly69:	She called herself Alison

WavyDavy:	Alison - a girl!!!

Hillybilly69:	Yeah I never was much interested in boys.

WavyDavy:	So she told you to set me/us up?

Hillybilly69:	The cost of her silence.

WavyDavy:	Do you know anything else about her.

Hillybilly69:	I capped her too!

WavyDavy:	send it. Send it right now.

Hillybilly69:	You gotta promise 

WavyDavy:	No promises but we'll do our best.

Hillybilly69:	Ok. Its loading now. Bye.

The boys waited impatiently for the file transfer to finish.

The instant the download completed they hit the play button.

The screen opened to show Angela, not Alison, Angela Johnson.

"Bitch!" snarled Jack

"What?" queried David

Angela was a year below the boys at school. Jack had turned her down when she asked if he would go to a dance with her. She had told him he must be gay or something.

Jack quickly explained the sequence of events to David.

"You mean she did all this to get back at you?" he asked stunned

"She did all this to prove I'm gay" snarled Jack "She had her friends all around her when I told her to fuck off. She's gonna show those pics no matter what I do"

"Calm down Jack. We have to think this through" said David quietly.

"why can't I just go in there and smash her computer into tiny pieces?" stormed Jack

"Because my brave and pretty friend" smiled David "She's not doing this alone and, if I were her, I'd have the pics backed up on my friends' computer."

"Shit. Didn't think of that" admitted the blond boy.

"We need to buy some time" mused David "Tomorrow we let it be known that your comp has died and is in for repair"

"Why?" snapped Jack

"Because that way she'll have to think of another way to make contact or wait for a few days" replied David patiently. "Jeez Jack you need to put your thinking head back on."

"I'm pissed off" snarled the other boy

"Really?" asked David with just a hint of sarcasm.

The following day they engineered a conversation close to one of Angela's friends. The gist was that Jack had sent his computer to be repaired and that he was annoyed because he was expecting an important message.

Several days went by without contact whilst David bullied Jack into a little subterfuge.

The boys were walking down a corridor and passed Angela and a couple of friends as they did.

"So it was your own fault then" said David

"Jeez keep it quiet" hissed Jack as they walked on quickly.

It took no more than a few seconds for Susan Blakewell to peel off from her group and dawdle along behind the boys rather aimlessly.

"Classic" laughed David "You try and design a virus and get infected yourself."

"Shut up David. The trojan worked. I'm already getting data back" snapped Jack

"Yeah but you screwed up your own comp too" laughed David

"Yeah well, won't be long before we know who Nighthawk is" smiled Jack as he and David watched Susan Blakewell head back up the corridor.

"Now what?" asked Jack
