Fifteen year old Scott Matthews always had a curious nature, poking his nose into other people’s business.
His mother had told him countless times to mind his own business, otherwise he would suffer the consequences. Right now Scott wished he had taken his mother’s advice.
Sure, there was a time when Scott witnessed a huge argument between a man and a woman and, being chivalrous, Scott intervened to save the woman from more abuse. Scott ended up sprawled on the ground with a bloody nose. It was just a harmless lover’s tiff.
Then there was the day when Scott witnessed two men taking furniture from a house and loading it into a van. Believing that a robbery was in progress, the civic minded Scott called the police to report the robbery. It turned out that the men were removalists, taking the furniture from one house to another. Scott received a severe dressing down from his mother – and the police.
On another occasion Scott made a citizen’s arrest when he was in a grocery store and saw two young boys putting bags of sweets into their pockets. A couple of minutes later he noticed the boys outside digging into the sweets, so he grabbed both youngsters and hauled them back into the store. When the store manager was called the boys produced receipts for the sweets they had just bought. Scott was red faced and apologised profusely though the manager was not impressed. His mother exploded when he returned home and grounded Scott for two weeks.
When the two weeks probation ended, Scott was up to his usual tricks. Walking home one evening in the dusk Scott noticed two men in a laneway not far from his home exchanging some packages. Ever curious, Scott hid behind a garden wall and peered over it, anxious for a better look.
Scott heard a noise behind him, then felt a hefty blow on his head, saw stars and then blackness.
When he awoke a while later, Scott’s head was still swimming from the blow he received. He tried to call out to someone to find out what had happened, but discovered that he couldn’t talk. Attempting to get up for his prone position, Scott then discovered that he couldn’t move.
Website Migration Update
I moved the website to a new host, which I think will be more tolerant of the content this website hosts. Nevertheless, I do want to take a moment to remind everyone that the stories and content posted here MUST follow website rules, as it it not only my policy, but it is the policy of the hosts that permit our website to run on their servers. We WILL continue to enforce the rules, especially critical rules that, if broken, put this sites livelihood in jeapordy.
Scott Pays The Price M?/m
I wonder what happens next
-
Snozzberry
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 420
- Joined: 9 months ago
- Location: Maybe Here â¬‡ï¸ Or Maybe There↗ï¸
Scott is probably going to be kidnapped by the two men and taught a lesson about spying and snitching. At least I hope so. We need to know what happens to the little snich.
Last edited by Snozzberry 2 months ago, edited 1 time in total.
Tie you up and have my way with you. 
🖐🖐
🖐🖐sounds really exciting..., please tell us more 
Curiosity got the better off him.
I resonate with that.
Great start
I resonate with that.
Great start
Part 2 of 3 ......
The realisation then dawned on Scott. He was tied down to a solid object, couldn’t move his hands or feet and the thick gag in his mouth prevented any speech.
For once, Scott had come across something that was definitely illegal, but his curiosity had cost him his freedom. He was strapped down, on a mattress on a metal bed. His wrists were bound, by his sides, with a thick leather restraint that was in turn attached to the metal railings of the bed. The restraints were similar to those used in hospitals to subdue unruly or mental patients. His legs were spread wide and attached to the corners of the bed by identical restraints.
In addition to his wrist and ankle bonds, Scott’s legs were fastened to the bed by leather straps at his calves, knees and thighs. More straps further immobilised the boy at stomach level, around his chest and even over his neck. A strap was also pulled tight over Scott’s forehead, meaning that he was unable to move his head left or right or up or down.
The worst part, for Scott, was the gag that he wore. There was a cloth packed into his mouth and sealed with leather which went from under the boy’s nose to under his chin, with two straps securing the gag behind his head.
Whoever had captured him were obviously professionals as they certainly knew how subdue their captive. Scott could move his fingers and toes and was able to move his eyes but that was all. The rest of his body was fastened securely to the bed and his eyes could only focus on the ceiling.
Scott had stumbled onto a major drug operation and the operatives could not afford anyone to notify the authorities – even a fifteen year old boy. The question now was what to do with the boy.
They could (a) kill the boy ; (b) leave him tied to the bed for someone to find, at some later time ; (c) take the boy with them and convert him into a slave and/or become part of the operation ; (d) sell him to some people who would pay well for a handsome young boy of Scott’s age.
Fortunately, these options were not put to Scott as they would have totally freaked him out. They were discussed amongst his captors, with a final decision to be made the following day. The most pressing need was to get all the drugs loaded into a van and transported to the nearby shipyards. The boy – and his future – could wait.
Thoughts were swirling through Scott’s head. When you’ve been deprived of your liberty as Scott has been, thoughts are all-consuming. A weak attempt at a struggle was futile as all of the straps, restraints, and the gag, were immovable. He just had to lay there until his captors made their next move.
Scott surmised that maybe he was right. Maybe these people were involved in some type of drug operation. That’ll show Mum that my curiosity does pay dividends, at times. But then the realisation hit home that he may never see his mother again.
He just hoped that his captors would take pity on a young boy and set him free.
The realisation then dawned on Scott. He was tied down to a solid object, couldn’t move his hands or feet and the thick gag in his mouth prevented any speech.
For once, Scott had come across something that was definitely illegal, but his curiosity had cost him his freedom. He was strapped down, on a mattress on a metal bed. His wrists were bound, by his sides, with a thick leather restraint that was in turn attached to the metal railings of the bed. The restraints were similar to those used in hospitals to subdue unruly or mental patients. His legs were spread wide and attached to the corners of the bed by identical restraints.
In addition to his wrist and ankle bonds, Scott’s legs were fastened to the bed by leather straps at his calves, knees and thighs. More straps further immobilised the boy at stomach level, around his chest and even over his neck. A strap was also pulled tight over Scott’s forehead, meaning that he was unable to move his head left or right or up or down.
The worst part, for Scott, was the gag that he wore. There was a cloth packed into his mouth and sealed with leather which went from under the boy’s nose to under his chin, with two straps securing the gag behind his head.
Whoever had captured him were obviously professionals as they certainly knew how subdue their captive. Scott could move his fingers and toes and was able to move his eyes but that was all. The rest of his body was fastened securely to the bed and his eyes could only focus on the ceiling.
Scott had stumbled onto a major drug operation and the operatives could not afford anyone to notify the authorities – even a fifteen year old boy. The question now was what to do with the boy.
They could (a) kill the boy ; (b) leave him tied to the bed for someone to find, at some later time ; (c) take the boy with them and convert him into a slave and/or become part of the operation ; (d) sell him to some people who would pay well for a handsome young boy of Scott’s age.
Fortunately, these options were not put to Scott as they would have totally freaked him out. They were discussed amongst his captors, with a final decision to be made the following day. The most pressing need was to get all the drugs loaded into a van and transported to the nearby shipyards. The boy – and his future – could wait.
Thoughts were swirling through Scott’s head. When you’ve been deprived of your liberty as Scott has been, thoughts are all-consuming. A weak attempt at a struggle was futile as all of the straps, restraints, and the gag, were immovable. He just had to lay there until his captors made their next move.
Scott surmised that maybe he was right. Maybe these people were involved in some type of drug operation. That’ll show Mum that my curiosity does pay dividends, at times. But then the realisation hit home that he may never see his mother again.
He just hoped that his captors would take pity on a young boy and set him free.
Great bondage, they know how to deal with a snoop. Hopefully they don’t do a) that would be lame
Everything besides that… interesting
Everything besides that… interesting
-
Snozzberry
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 420
- Joined: 9 months ago
- Location: Maybe Here â¬‡ï¸ Or Maybe There↗ï¸
C or D, Scott needs to learn a hard lesson about what happens to snitches. 
Tie you up and have my way with you.
🖐🖐
🖐🖐hmm..., a little bit of tickling torture would have been a nice option too 
Part 3 .....
It took the gang of five members all night to load the drugs into containers and load them into a couple of trucks that would transfer them to a ship. One of the men peeked into the room in which Scott was imprisoned just to see if the he was still alive. Other than that, Scott saw no-one.
Scott heard the trucks start up and then drive away on the journey to the shipyards. Then complete silence. Scott yelled as loud as he could but the humungous gag did it’s job perfectly. He couldn’t even hear himself!
It would have been three or fours hours later when Scott felt the presence of a person in the room. It was the leader of the gang, the man who had been checking on his welfare during the night. Instead of unstrapping him from the bed, as Scott had hoped, the man left with a warning that ‘little boys should not poke their noses into affairs which are not their own’. Just like his mother had lectured him on many times.
Hours passed and Scott was losing hope that he would be found alive. What a way to depart this life, he told himself. Strapped to a bed, unable to move, unable to speak and unable to free himself. If I do get out of this I’ll take my mother’s warnings to heart.
Just when all hope appeared lost, Scott was startled by a hoard of people rushing into the room, yelling instructions at each other. Praise be, it was the police!!
It turned out that the police had been staking out the warehouse in which Scott was held. They bided their time until all the drugs had been loaded onto the trucks and taken to the shipyards, where two dozen police officers were waiting for them. It was a huge operation that the police had been observing for more than a year and they had just successfully smashed it.
In case there were still men at the warehouse, the police at that location delayed storming the place until they received word from their units at the shipyards that all men were in custody. They were unaware that a young boy had been taken hostage at the warehouse and they were shocked to see how Scott was strapped to the bed.
After Scott was freed he was taken to hospital for a check-up where he was given a clean bill of health. Also at the hospital he was reunited with his mother, who smothered him with kisses and hugged him for a full five minutes. Just before they left to go home, his mother said “I warned you time and again, didn’t I? I said that your curiosity would get you into trouble one day and that you would pay the price.â€
“I love you Scott. Let’s go home.â€
THE END
It took the gang of five members all night to load the drugs into containers and load them into a couple of trucks that would transfer them to a ship. One of the men peeked into the room in which Scott was imprisoned just to see if the he was still alive. Other than that, Scott saw no-one.
Scott heard the trucks start up and then drive away on the journey to the shipyards. Then complete silence. Scott yelled as loud as he could but the humungous gag did it’s job perfectly. He couldn’t even hear himself!
It would have been three or fours hours later when Scott felt the presence of a person in the room. It was the leader of the gang, the man who had been checking on his welfare during the night. Instead of unstrapping him from the bed, as Scott had hoped, the man left with a warning that ‘little boys should not poke their noses into affairs which are not their own’. Just like his mother had lectured him on many times.
Hours passed and Scott was losing hope that he would be found alive. What a way to depart this life, he told himself. Strapped to a bed, unable to move, unable to speak and unable to free himself. If I do get out of this I’ll take my mother’s warnings to heart.
Just when all hope appeared lost, Scott was startled by a hoard of people rushing into the room, yelling instructions at each other. Praise be, it was the police!!
It turned out that the police had been staking out the warehouse in which Scott was held. They bided their time until all the drugs had been loaded onto the trucks and taken to the shipyards, where two dozen police officers were waiting for them. It was a huge operation that the police had been observing for more than a year and they had just successfully smashed it.
In case there were still men at the warehouse, the police at that location delayed storming the place until they received word from their units at the shipyards that all men were in custody. They were unaware that a young boy had been taken hostage at the warehouse and they were shocked to see how Scott was strapped to the bed.
After Scott was freed he was taken to hospital for a check-up where he was given a clean bill of health. Also at the hospital he was reunited with his mother, who smothered him with kisses and hugged him for a full five minutes. Just before they left to go home, his mother said “I warned you time and again, didn’t I? I said that your curiosity would get you into trouble one day and that you would pay the price.â€
“I love you Scott. Let’s go home.â€
THE END
Nice ending,
Found by accident if you want so, nice ending
Found by accident if you want so, nice ending
-
Snozzberry
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 420
- Joined: 9 months ago
- Location: Maybe Here â¬‡ï¸ Or Maybe There↗ï¸
Scott will probably be declared a hero and all he did was snoop, get kidnapped and lie around strapped to a cot.
Tie you up and have my way with you.
🖐🖐
🖐🖐