The Judo Kid (m/m+)

[Krevtzy]

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Keanu	Raphael	Kevin (the Judo Kid)

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Chapter 1

There are few Fridays that last as long as the ones when you're looking forward to the weekend. Since the early morning, Keanu had had nothing on his mind except for the end of the afternoon. It felt like ages ago when both his and Raphael’s parents went away together for a few days. They used to do that every couple of months, but since Keanu started high school, it had become much less frequent. It was as if they didn’t trust leaving Keanu home alone for a few days anymore. Completely ridiculous, if you asked Keanu, because the older you get, the more independent you are, right? Apparently not. Well, parents know absolutely nothing about how the world works, that much was clear.

Uninspired, Keanu walked from the main building of his school across the courtyard toward the gymnasiums. Even the longest day ever was now almost over. Just two more hours of pretending to care during the umpteenth round of baseball—were gym teachers really that uninspired?—and then the weekend would finally open its gates in all their glory, as if the sun almost came out after a full day of rain and dark clouds. Already during the early break, Keanu had made plans with Raphael to meet at four o'clock at the exit of the gymnasiums, so they could walk to his house together in just a few minutes. His house, because it was by far the closest (from the school’s main building, you could almost peek into Keanu’s bedroom through the treetops and over the ditch). The two sixteen-year-olds had no time to waste and wanted to get the most out of the weekend as they could.

Before Keanu entered the easternmost gym through the back entrance, his gaze, as it often did, fell on the old shed at the edge of the school grounds. Over the years, the little building had been surrounded by trees and bushes—even the sandy path leading towards it was now overgrown and barely passable. As a student, you were told to stay away from that old shed: no lessons were held there, and the only person who had any business there (and the key to the locked door) was the janitor. When Keanu had only been at his current school for a few months, a former student had made the local news for locking four students from Keanu’s year inside that old shed. To this day, it was unclear how the then sixteen-year-old had managed to overpower four twelve-year-olds and tie them to the upright wooden beams of the shed. He had terrorized them all weekend long, blackmailing them with self-taken photos, only releasing them just before the first lesson on the next Monday morning. Because of the photos, no one knew there had been a kidnapping until one of the four victims finally spoke out, and the sixteen-year-old perpetrator was arrested. Aside from being suspended from school and given community service, this event slowly faded from everyone’s memory, until it was only occasionally recalled by a few students when they—just like Keanu today—looked toward the old shed through the trees.

A little over two hours later, the gym teacher had finally had enough, after Keanu and his classmates had been complaining for minutes about not wanting to continue and repeatedly asking if they could just finish the lesson early. Keanu changed as fast as he could, slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, and, with his gym clothes still in hand, ran past the other two gymnasiums to the spot where he had agreed to meet Raphael. At the end of the last gym, he turned right around the corner, expecting to see his friend there, but the only thing he saw was a group of boys from his year who jumped up in alarm and quickly stubbed out a cigarette on the ground.

“Dude, what the hell, chill out,” one of them shouted at Keanu, before they all ran off toward the playground around the corner from the school. They probably thought I was the janitor coming to catch them just before the weekend and give them detention, Keanu thought.

“Have you guys seen Raphael?” Keanu called after them, but they were already out of earshot, or just pretended not to hear him.

Slightly worried, Keanu looked around to see if Raphael might be hiding behind a tree or in one of the bushes, planning to scare him. It wouldn’t be the first time. But there was no sign of him. After walking another round past the gymnasiums, there was still no trace of Raphael.

Keanu took out his phone from his pocket to see if Raphael had sent him a message. A notification at the top of his screen solved the mystery: Raphael had already left earlier due to a canceled class and said he was going for a quick run through the park, suggesting they meet at Keanu’s house afterward. Keanu put his phone back in his pocket and ran as fast as he could, across the playground and over the bridge, to his house. Left, around the side of the house, and with a jump over the garden gate, he reached the back door of his house, and then stopped, frozen like a statue, at what he saw attached to the door.

[Krevtzy]

Chapter 2

Keanu blinked his eyes, like someone who momentarily can’t see things clearly through a haze. That was all he could do for a few seconds before he was able to move his body again and he carefully took a few steps toward his house. The image that was stuck to the window of the door didn’t change, though. The printed A4 sheet showed a picture of Raphael, and it strongly looked like the photo was taken today, during the first break at school, when both boys had been talking about the upcoming weekend. The photo was printed in black and white, except for Raphael, who had been colored to emphasize him.

Keanu took a few more steps, until he was about three feet away from the photo. Only then did he notice there was an extra note stuck underneath it. On the note, there were three words that drained the blood from Keanu’s face and made him feel dizzy.

“I have him.”

One step closer and Keanu ripped the note off the door, then looked back hopefully, as if his friend would come walking through the garden gate any moment with a wide grin and shout, “Just kidding!”

That wasn’t the case. Keanu looked at the note with the three words again and turned it over. On the back was a long string of numbers that looked like a phone number. What kind of sick joke was this? Still not knowing what to think, Keanu put his house key in the door, opened it, and stepped into the hallway. It wasn’t until he closed the door behind him that Keanu realized he had been holding his breath the whole time and exhaled deeply.

What now?

Keanu didn’t immediately recognize the number on the note, but that didn’t mean much. After all, who knows phone numbers by heart these days? It was already an achievement if you could remember your own number and share it with others without having to look it up. Keanu grabbed his phone and typed the number into a search engine to see if it had been reported before as a fake number or if it had been used for pranks. Keanu pressed search.

“No results found.”

That left only one option: call the number. With trembling hands, Keanu opened the dial app and entered the number. With sweaty palms, he stood there for a few seconds before he found the courage to press the green phone icon to dial the number.

The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. After the fourth ring, Keanu almost hung up, but just as he was taking the phone away from his ear and searching for the red hang-up icon, a voice came through on the other end of the line. In an attempt to get the phone back to his ear as quickly as possible, Keanu almost dropped it from his sweaty hands.

The voice he heard wasn’t a normal one, but sounded like a distorted computer voice reading a written script.

“Hello Keanu. You’re probably wondering who I am, and who took the photo on your door, without you noticing. You can keep wondering about that for a little while longer. Fact one is that I have Raphael. Fact two is that right now, you and me are the only ones on Earth who know about this.

“Let’s play a game. I’ll give you some coordinates. Remember them, write them down. I’ll tell you in ten seconds.”

With a rush, Keanu ran through the hallway and into the living room with the phone pressed to his ear, looking around anxiously for a pen and paper to write down the coordinates that would be coming in just a few seconds. He found what he needed on the dining table just in time, as the voice on the other end of the line started reciting a string of numbers, which Keanu scribbled down on the paper as fast as he could. After the last digit, a final sentence came through on the line:

“I’m the Judo Kid. I’m waiting for you.”

Then the connection was cut.

Keanu put the phone down on the table and gripped one of the chairs. What did all of this mean? And the Judo Kid, who on earth was that? Keanu knew a few students in his year who practiced judo. But he couldn’t imagine anyone from his year having it out for Raphael. Everyone in his year had known each other for a long time and wouldn’t do something like that. Right?

Keanu let go of the chair and his gaze fell on the note with the coordinates he had just written down. He picked it up and walked through the living room to his laptop, which he had left on the coffee table before he left for school. Sitting on the couch, he opened the laptop, typed the link to Google Maps in the browser, and the familiar map of his own neighborhood appeared. In the search bar above the map, he typed in the Judo Kid’s coordinates and pressed Enter.

The map, which had previously been centered on his own house, shifted slightly to the left and stopped right in the middle of the playground near his school.

Keanu looked at the satellite picture of the playground on his screen and thought about the countless times he and Raphael had played soccer with classmates on the small field at the playground during school breaks, after school, and on weekends. Next to the small soccer field, the playground also had a tennis court, a pétanque court, and a sandbox with a seesaw and a swing. Earlier this school year, shortly after the summer break, Keanu and Raphael had formed a team and easily defeated the rest of the class in the annual Indian Summer Pétanque tournament. All that tossing with balls during his camping trips to France over the previous summers had paid off. Even the best teacher team, which called themselves “The Grey Heads,” had been no match for the youthful talent of the two teens.

Lost in thoughts, Keanu snapped out of it when his phone rang with an annoying ringtone, indicating a new message had arrived. On the notification that appeared on the screen, Keanu recognized the number he had called just a few minutes ago. Under the number was an icon showing that the message contained a single photo.

Keanu clicked the notification to open the message in WhatsApp and nearly fell off the couch in shock.

The photo had been taken in what seemed to be an attic room. The entire floor was covered with weathered wooden planks. The space was nearly empty, except for a triangular wooden beam structure in the middle of the room, which slowly narrowed toward the ceiling. A little above shoulder height, two metal rings, the size of tennis balls, were screwed into each of the two beams.

And right in the middle of those two beams, with his arms spread and wrists tightly bound to the rings with thick judo belts, stood Raphael.

He wore blue jeans with a wide black belt, and above them, a white Abercombie & Fitch underwear. A dog tag chain with two silver plates hung around his neck: one with his own name on it, and the other with a large cross. Raphael’s shirt had been taken off by someone and lay on the floor next to the right beam. Since Raphael was straining to free himself from the belts, his toned abs were visible. Finally, his abductor had made it impossible for Raphael to speak, as he was wearing a black ball gag.

While Keanu stared at the photo with his mouth open, a new message came in beneath it.

“Tick tock, Keanu.”

In one swift motion, Keanu shoved his phone back in his pocket, closed the laptop, and tossed it next to him on the couch. With a rush, he ran out of the living room, grabbed his jacket from the coat rack in the hallway, checked to make sure he had his house key, and stormed out the door, heading for the playground. As he sprinted almost too fast for his own legs into the darkness of the autumn’s late afternoon, all sorts of thoughts raced through Keanu’s mind. Was Raphael okay? He looked scared in the photo. And who was this Judo Kid, and why was he after Raphael?

There was only one way to find out.

[dwild]

I'm liking this story. Well written, suspenseful. Looking forward to the next part.

[WhereAmI]

Great story, mysterious and a 16 year old boy being kidnapped and tied up in an attic/ barn/ unknown location. So exciting I can hardly wait for a continuation. I hope Keanu is careful and doesnt get kidnapped himself, be that would make a great story also. :

Please continue.

[Tsuhaya]

Such an interesting story. I love the mystery being set up here! Really curious to see what's next for our protagonists in distress. Thanks for sharing this with us.

[FelixSH]

It's an interesting start. Well written and suspenseful. I'm curious where this is going.

[Krevtzy]

Thank you very much for your comments, glad you like the story so far. Here's the third part.

Chapter 3

With about a hundred yards left to go until the playground, Keanu slowed down. It was a bad idea to arrive at the coordinates of the Judo Kid in a sprint, he thought. He didn’t know exactly what to expect once he reached the destination, but some caution was definitely in order. In that sense, it wasn’t unpleasant that it was getting dark early in the fall; it offered some natural cover.

Keanu crept close to the front yards of the houses near the playground, trying to look into the distance. The swings in the playground moved gently back and forth in the wind, and the streetlights illuminated the tennis and pétanque courts, but there was no sign of any other activity. Cautiously, Keanu continued sneaking forward until he stood behind a shed at the intersection just before the playground. His heart was pounding in his throat, and for a moment, he thought about turning back and going home.

However, the thought of Raphael and his current state kept him going.

Out of nowhere, that eerie ringtone from a phone sounded again. Damnit, Keanu thought, cursing himself for not having silenced his phone. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket and turned the volume all the way down. On the screen, another message appeared from the now familiar and dreaded number.

“Hiding is pointless. Keep walking and sit on the seesaw.”

What the hell, Keanu thought, as he carefully peered around the corner of the shed toward the playground. How could someone have seen me from here? Nothing is scarier than knowing someone can see you in the dark when you don’t even realize it.

The phone Keanu was still holding buzzed again.

“Come on, Keanu, tick tock.”

Alright, boy, get a grip. Chest out and walk. Keanu stepped out from behind the shed, walked slowly and turned left at the intersection, toward the playground. At the corner of the tennis court, he could already see the seesaw, 50 yards ahead, illuminated by a single streetlight from the narrow path between a grassy field and a sandbox. Forty yards now. Thirty. Keanu kept looking around, aware of himself but of no one else around him. With just ten yards to go, his already slow pace turned into a shuffle, until he reached the seesaw. Keanu pushed his side of the seesaw towards the ground, swung his leg over the bar, and sat down. Still looking around, he waited for a signal. For something.

What seemed like an eternity was, in reality, only about ten seconds. In slight panic, Keanu finally noticed something on the other side of the seesaw. On the underside of the opposite seat, a piece of paper was taped with duct tape. Keanu stood up from his side of the seesaw and walked to the other seat. With some effort, he pulled the well-taped paper off the seat and began to read the words written on it:

“You’ve come. Now the game really begins.”

Keanu shuddered but continued reading.

“Continue walking, around the school building, to the last gym classroom. The door is open.”

Keanu stuffed the note in his pocket and thought for a moment. A game, that’s what this strange Judo Kid called it. A game was the last thing Keanu thought this was, given the situation he had maneuvered himself into. A game? More like a badly failed prank, and he was slowly getting fed up with it. Quickly, Keanu walked away from the seesaw, toward the edge of the playground, and into the darkness of the trees, so he wouldn’t be the center of attention anymore.

There was only one option: keep walking.

As much as possible through the trees, next to the bike path on the edge of the school grounds, Keanu snuck closer to the gym halls. Taking the curve to the left, he could already see the first gym building in the distance. The door to the last gym classroom was at the back, so he couldn’t see it from his position yet. Still hiding behind the trees, he stared into the distance.

Suddenly he was startled by a dull sound further away. Keanu tried to determine where the sound was coming from. Was someone there, at the last gym classroom, or was the sound coming from even further away, by the old shed? Keanu continued walking along the edge of the trees, his gaze focused on the gym buildings to his left.

In a heightened state of alertness, he passed the first gym, then the second. With the third and final gym building right next to him, Keanu slowed down again, not wanting to miss anything that might happen. At the end of that last gym building, he stopped and looked at the door at the back. It was indeed open, just as the writer of the note had told him.

Crouching, Keanu quickly made his way to the gym, out of the cover of the trees and into the darkness toward the open door. Tense and very cautiously now, he peeked around the corner through the door into the hallway. On both sides of the hallway were changing rooms, the boys' on the right and the girls' on the left. The door to the boys’ changing room was once again open. This time, there was no note with instructions needed to explain what to do next, Keanu thought, as he walked down the hallway toward the open door of the changing room. Peeking around the corner again, someone had turned on the light in the changing room, illuminating the entire space.

Keanu scanned the room from left to right. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing and no one present, but the second time he scanned the room, his eyes landed on something grey, hanging from a hook and blending into the same grey color on the wall.

Keanu felt nausea rise in him for the second time that evening, and he felt lightheaded again as he looked with disgust at the handcuffs hanging from that hook.

[WhereAmI]

Great continuation, but AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH another cliff hanger. What happened Keanu and his friend, Raphael, next? I will just have to wait and see.

[Krevtzy]

Chapter 4

This is enough, Keanu thought. A little joke is funny for a while, but this is way beyond that. Handcuffs, really? What does this Judo Kid expect from me?

As if the universe had heard his question, Keanu's phone rang at exactly that moment. No message from the number this time, but someone was calling him. Not knowing what to do, Keanu let the phone ring a few times before deciding to tell the caller the truth. He picked up the phone.

“Listen, friend, I don’t know who you are or what you want, but…”

“Shut your mouth!” came the voice from the other end of the line. “If you think you have the right to speak right now, you're wrong. Listen carefully and do exactly as I say.”

Keanu was taken aback by the firm and clear, yet relatively young-sounding voice, and fell silent.

“There’s only one way to find out where I’m holding Raphael. Once I hang up, you’ll do the following. You take off your jacket, sweater and shirt and hang them on a hook in the locker room where you are. Then, you put your hands behind your back and secure them with the handcuffs you see hanging there. After that, you calmly and quietly walk back outside, toward the old shed. Go inside. Any action you take from now on will ensure you never see Raphael again today. End of story.”

“Wait, what do you mean by...?” Keanu tried to ask, but the connection was already broken. He looked anxiously at his still-lit screen and saw that two new messages had come in from the number just a few seconds ago. First a video, then a short message:

“For some final motivation.”

Keanu clicked on the video, which had to download before he could watch it.

The video showed Raphael with a tense expression, just like in the earlier photo. No surprise, given what was happening to him. Raphael was still in the same attic, but his position had changed, and not for the better. Instead of standing in the middle of the room, between the two beams, he was now lying with his back against one of the slanted beams. Both his arms and legs were crossed around the beam and tightly bound with judo belts, causing his back to arch. Where Raphael had still been wearing his blue jeans in the previous photo Keanu had received, now his jeans, shoes, and socks were gone. He only wore his white underwear, along with the black ball gag that caused a string of drool to run down his cheek. The belt from his jeans was tied tightly around Raphael's neck and the beam, limiting his movement even further and making his position highly uncomfortable.

Fuck, what else is this Judo Kid capable of? Keanu muttered quietly. He briefly thought about calling the police. This had gone way too far, for real now. But is that even smart? The caller on the phone had said that any suspicious action would ruin his chance of saving Raphael. Did they really mean that, or was it just a way to scare Keanu? Either way, Keanu decided he couldn’t take the risk.

Slowly, Keanu took off his jacket and hung it on a hook in the locker room. Then his sweater and t-shirt followed, leaving him standing in only his black Adidas sweatpants, black Nike shoes, and white socks, shivering in the slightly chilly room. Desperately, Keanu looked at the handcuffs that hung next to his clothes on the hook by its chains. With trembling hands, he grabbed the handcuffs and held them in front of him. If he decided to go along with the instructions he had received over the phone and put the handcuffs behind his back, there would be no turning back. It seemed impossible to overpower Raphael’s captor with his hands literally bound behind his back.

Still, Keanu held on to some hope: the voice on the other end had sounded young, maybe 12 or 13 years old. Could he somehow disable him? The keys for the handcuffs had to be somewhere so Keanu could free himself and then Raphael. There was still a chance to safe their weekend together, something which he had looked forward to for so long. It seemed like a realistic scenario to him, though he also knew that nothing could go wrong. One bad move, one mistake, and it was probably over. But what choice did he have?

Keanu looked one last time at the handcuffs in his hands and then closed one of the cuffs around his left wrist, pushing it far enough so that he couldn’t get out without a key. Then he brought both hands behind his back and did the same with the other cuff on his right wrist.

There he stood, late in the evening, alone in his school’s gym changing room, shirtless, with both hands handcuffed behind him. The way back was now truly closed. Step by step, Keanu walked out of the locker room, then through the hall and the gym door to the outside. The moon was already fully visible against a dark sky. The wind had picked up a bit, and a biting autumn breeze whipped around Keanu’s body, making him shiver. He looked to the right and saw a light shining through the dense trees and bushes about 50 yards away, near the old shed. And did Keanu imagine it, or did he also see a flash of a person crouching behind the window inside the shed? It could’ve just been a swinging branch from a tree.

Keanu made his way toward the shed. Since almost no one came there normally, the path to the shed was overgrown with branches and bushes. It wasn’t easy to walk there, especially not with his hands behind his back, which made it harder to keep his balance. Half-stumbling, he finally reached a small open patch of ground right in front of the shed. Just like earlier at the gym, the door here was open, though this time only a crack. A yellow, flickering light shone through it, like in a bad horror movie.

With a tense body, prepared for a possible confrontation with the Judo Kid as soon as he passed the door, Keanu shuffled inside.

[WhereAmI]

A new predicament for Keanu, hands cuffed behind his back in the old shed where no one, not even Raphael is allowed to go. Keanu is headed for trouble and will probably join Raphael tied to a beam wearing only a gag and his undies.

Great story I enjoy the shorter chapters.

[Tsuhaya]

Keanu is in trouble. I don't think he can win any fight with his hands handcuffed behind his back; he might end up right next to Raphael, tied up and gagged. By the way, I wonder how Raphael was captured? If Keanu is right and the mysterious enemy is 13 years old, taking Raphael down wasn't an easy task for him or was it? There are still many secrets to be discovered. I can’t wait for the next chapters.

[Krevtzy]

Chapter 5

Keanu entered a small, dimly-lit room. It couldn’t be much more than one hundred square feet. If the shed had been a house, you could have called it a hallway where you hang your coat and leave your shoes. In this case, there were old wooden planks on the floor that creaked when you walked over them. No matter how quietly he had sneaked inside, if there were other people inside they must have heard me by now, Keanu thought. He looked around and saw that three other rooms bordered the hallway, all with closed doors: two on either side of him and one directly a few feet in front. The large iron door on his right was locked with a big padlock. The other two doors were wooden and were only secured with an iron bolt, like a garden gate in a backyard. Although Keanu’s hands were bound behind his back with handcuffs, it should be possible to open them with some effort.

There was no sound behind any of the wooden doors, and there were no further clues indicating what Keanu’s next step should be. He had no choice but to pick one of the wooden doors and hope for the best. Slowly, Keanu walked toward the door on his left.

With only a foot away from the door, Keanu was about to turn around to try and slide the bolt open with his hand when suddenly a noise came from behind him. In the previously deafening silence, it now sounded as though a herd of wild animals was rushing toward him, trampling everything in their path. Before Keanu could turn around to see what was happening, he felt someone clamp a hand over his mouth. At the same time, another arm wrapped around his chest. Due to the speed at which the person had come running and collided hard with him, they both fell to the ground, Keanu landing face-first. The impact temporarily forced all the air from Keanu’s lungs, causing him to lose track of where he was for a few seconds.

In his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of the person’s clothes. They wore white pants and a white jacket, both feeling somewhat rough. It looked like a judo outfit. The Judo Kid, Keanu thought, it couldn’t be anyone else. Although the Judo Kid’s voice on the phone had sounded quite young, his body did not reveal this in any way. He was almost as tall as Keanu himself, and the strength with which he held Keanu in place betrayed much force.

After recovering from the fall, Keanu tried to squirm free from the Judo Kid. With his hands bound behind his back, it was a major challenge, and an elbow strike Keanu managed to land seemed to have almost no effect on his attacker. To his surprise though, Keanu felt after this attempt that the handcuffs weren’t as tight as he thought they were. Or at least, the chains connecting the two cuffs didn’t seem as strong as you would normally expect.

With renewed strength and motivation to get rid of the Judo Kid, Keanu tried pulling his hands apart as hard as he could, hoping the handcuffs would give further. That didn’t seem to work. At the same time, the Judo Kid had shifted his position and wrapped his legs around Keanu’s waist in a leg lock, while with his arms, he tightened around Keanu’s throat, cutting off his air supply. It made it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

In a final attempt to break the handcuffs with the little air still in his lungs, Keanu used all his might to pull his hands apart. It had the desired effect this time: he clearly heard the chains crack, and miraculously, his hands shot outward in opposite directions from his body, his left elbow landing on something that felt like a person’s face. At the same time, the grip around his throat and waist loosened. Keanu gasped for air and rolled to the right, away from his attacker, looking over his shoulder.

For the first time, he saw more of the Judo Kid than just his white jacket, which indeed turned out to be a judo outfit. On the ground lay a boy with styled dark blond hair that fell just over his ears to almost his shoulders. He groaned and, with both hands, grabbed his face, where Keanu’s elbow had just struck hard. A trickle of blood flowed from his nose down over his mouth and throat, staining the collar of his white judo outfit red.

At that moment, something hit Keanu hard from behind again for the second time, causing him to start gasping for air once more. Two arms pulled him roughly up to his knees and then wrapped around his throat, even tighter than the Judo Kid had done before. With his now-free hands, Keanu tried to pull the arms away, but the earlier struggle with the Judo Kid had drained much of his energy. His attacker alternated between tightening his grip and giving small breaks, each new grip feeling tighter than the last. Although Keanu kept trying to pull the arms away from his throat. In front of him, the Judo Kid kept his hands over his face, but seemed to recover somewhat. The grip around Keanu’s throat held, and the world around him grew darker and darker until darkness was all he could see. He felt his body go limp and then felt nothing at all.

[WhereAmI]

OH OH, Keanu is in trouble, taken prisoner and he decides to take a nap!!! Bad timing Keanu, wake up Raphael still needs you. 👁👁

[Tsuhaya]

Another awesome chapter! Looks like there’s a new mystery brewing. It seems the judo boy is getting help from someone else. I wonder who this wild card is that Keanu didn't see coming? Can't wait for the continuation, keep it up!

[Camguy2050]

@Krevtzy such a great story so far looking forward to more

[Krevtzy]

Thanks again for all your comments, really appreciate it. Let's see how Keanu's story continues.

Chapter 6

In the middle of a vague dream in which he kept walking through a door of an old barn only to end up in the same hall he had just left, Keanu woke with a start. When he opened his eyes he needed a few moments to come to his senses. He felt an itch somewhere on top of his head and tried to get rid of it with his right hand, but noticed that the movement his hands needed to make was impossible. With his other hand he had no success either.

Nervously Keanu tried again. Once again, it didn’t work. Now fully awake, the realization dawned and he understood why every attempt to move failed.

In what seemed to be another room of the old barn, Keanu sat on a chair whose high backrest rose to just below his head. Both his arms were pulled up and then tightly bound with a judo belt to the top of the chair directly behind his shoulders, causing his elbows to point forward and his armpits to lie wide open. Keanu’s legs were pulled to the sides of the chair and more judo belts were tied around his ankles. These were threaded under the chair to the backrest, causing his feet to be lifted off the ground and they hung awkwardly a few inches in the air.

Several ropes surrounded the seat of the chair and Keanu’s upper thighs, and more rope had been used to press his chest tightly against the backrest. If Keanu had wanted to scream for help, that too was made impossible by a six-inch black rod that had been pushed far into his mouth, holding a sock in place behind it. The rod was fastened behind his neck with a leather strap, painfully tugging at his short, bleached hair. To complete the helplessness, Keanu finally noticed that he was wearing only his black Nike briefs.

Angry and ashamed at the same time, Keanu began to fight against the straps and ropes that bound him to the chair from all sides. Everything was so tight, however, that there was hardly any room to move even a little bit. With powerful thrusts and kicks Keanu tried to change that, but it was in vain. The fear that had been slowly building somewhere in his subconscious all that time had become reality.

After exerting himself fiercely in an attempt to escape and feeling the sweat run down his lean body, he realized there was no saving himself and that only with someone else’s help could he be freed from this situation. Defeated, Keanu looked around him for the first time. The space he was in resembled one of the rooms of the old barn adjoining the entrance hall. Directly in front of him, the iron door revealed that this was the room that had previously been closed off with chains and a padlock, but which now apparently had been opened to put him inside.

Keanu turned his head to the right, took in the situation on that side of him, and the last bit of courage he still had ebbed away.

In front of a pair of wooden support beams arranged in the shape of a cross stood Raphael, and upon seeing the defeat in Keanu’s eyes, he looked closer to tears than to laughter as well. His hands were bound crosswise to each other with a judo belt behind the center where the beams crossed, his left hand tied behind his right. At the bottom of each support beam a small hole had been drilled, through which a rope had been threaded and wound around Raphael’s ankles. On the other side of the hole, a thick knot in the ropes kept them in place. Around his neck he wore a kind of black collar you would normally use for a dog. The collar was fastened around Raphael’s neck with a buckle, and at the back was a small silver ring to which two chains were attached with a padlock, fixed at the top on either side of the cross. Like Keanu, speaking was impossible because of a similar rod in his mouth, and a blue pair of Abercrombie & Fitch briefs was the only thing he was still wearing.

Like Keanu, Raphael tried hard to wrench himself free from the support beams of the cross, the rattling of the chains attached to his collar audible with every movement he made. Although the effort was worthy of a compliment—you could clearly see from his tensed abdominal muscles that he was really trying hard—it all had no result. Still, Keanu and Raphael kept trying for minutes to force their freedom, strengthened by the looks they gave each other. Words were impossible, but also unnecessary to realize that they had to get out of here.

Directly opposite Keanu, on the other side of the iron door, came the sound of chains being pulled from the door. After a brief silence, the door unlocked and slowly opened with a shrill scraping sound and a young boy in a judo suit stepped through the doorway. With a broad and chilling grin, the Judo Kid entered the room. Although you could tell from his face that the boy was about thirteen years old, the rest of his body told a different story. He didn’t need to thrust his chest proudly forward himself, because it happened automatically. Below that, the effort of fighting ropes was unnecessary to be able to count every abdominal muscle one by one through his open judo jacket. Even though Keanu had other things on his mind at that moment, he also had to admit that for a boy of that age it was an impressive sight. It reminded him of all the training sessions he skipped. Maybe he would have been strong enough to break these chains that held him if he was a bit more motivated to follow his training schedule. There was nothing that could be done about that now, though.

The Judo Kid closed the door behind him and walked toward Keanu and Raphael, alternately looking at both teens with that same grin. At about ten feet away he stopped.

“Welcome to the old barn. I’m Kevin. Let the games begin.”

[WhereAmI]

I like games they can keep us in total suspense, I hope Kevin has some really fun games to include Raphael and Keanu in the fun. Tormented Tummy Tortures perhaps.

[Camguy2050]

@Krevtzy another great chapter what will Kevin do to them why has he taken them hostage

[YourCaptor75]

Commenting to bookmark and say, exceptional start.
Next up is chapter three. I will mostly comment on chapters individually cause there is a lot to unpack here.

[YourCaptor75]

Chapter three is a truly great follow up. I love the skepticism battling the heroic tendency within our main character.
And if keanu is taking these pics and, well obviously the cuffs with him, he is leaving no traces behind to folliw after him. Really clever trap

[YourCaptor75]

Chapter 4 cements this as one of the best stories I've read on this site, genuinely. The tension realism and danger, of how a teen might respond to an overwhelming scenario like this, is fantastic.
Methinks I know how those 12 year olds got nabbed, 1 by 1

[YourCaptor75]

Kevin has done nothing wrong. He is in fact a hero lol.

Fantastic scenario. Love seeing the lads easily and embarrassingly caught in a trap

[Krevtzy]

@WhereAmI thanks, I guess the games are just about to begin.

@Camguy2050 We'll find out soon enough.

@YourCaptor75 cool to see how you felt with every new chapter you read. Thank you!

[Krevtzy]

Chapter 7

Like a fireworks show, all kinds of thoughts shot through Keanu’s head in every direction, bursting apart in a sky of the imagination, filled with disorientation in all the colors of the rainbow.

An hour ago he had still been caught up in anticipation of a fun-filled weekend together with Raphael, but little of that enthusiasm remained at this moment. Instead, both sixteen-year-old teenagers found themselves in the old shed near the main building of their school, deceived and overpowered by the previously mysterious Judo Kid, who turned out to be named Kevin. In that respect he lived up to his name, because besides ropes and gags, Keanu and Raphael were also tied up with various judo belts, respectively to a chair and to the crisscrossed support beams of the old shed. They couldn’t move and were completely at the mercy of the ideas and whims of their captor.

Kevin fastened the jacket of his judo suit with a black belt. After tying the last knot, he looked up and stared straight into Keanu’s vulnerable eyes.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here. Why Raphael and you, of all people, are in this situation.”

Keanu was indeed wondering that, but he was too much in resistance mode to admit it to Kevin. So he didn’t nod in confirmation, but kept looking straight into Kevin’s eyes. Whether that really came across as intimidating to his attacker, he didn’t know, but any other reaction felt to him like he would already be completely surrendering. That was far from how he felt.

Kevin didn’t seem impressed by Keanu’s stare. “You must have noticed that I wasn’t the only one in this old shed who put you in this situation. I had help, and thank goodness for that, because without assistance from someone else I wouldn’t have managed.”

Keanu thought back to the moment when he tried to open the door to one of the other rooms in the old shed and was attacked by Kevin. Although he was strong for his age, the thirteen-year-old Kevin couldn’t stand up to the older and therefore naturally stronger Keanu. With a little help from an unplanned punch to Kevin’s face after he had successfully freed himself from the handcuffs that had been bound behind his back, that is.

While the situation from moments ago haunted Keanu’s mind, Kevin kept talking and revealed something that made Keanu’s eyes open wide. If he hadn’t had a gag in his mouth, it undoubtedly would have fallen open in astonishment as well.

“Raphael was kind enough to come to my aid at the moment you hit me in the face.” As if saying the sentence made the pain return, Kevin briefly touched his nose. “Or well, kind. He didn’t really have any other choice but to help me. Thanks to my brother.”

At that moment Keanu saw it. Of course! How could he have missed it until now?

His thoughts went back four years, when he had just started at his current school and heard the news about the then sixteen-year-old boy who had kidnapped four twelve-year-olds for an entire weekend. Right here, in this old shed. Keanu remembered a photo of that boy that had circulated among the students of his school. Keanu looked at Kevin, and the resemblance was now unmistakable. As if he were looking at an abstract image where you have to make an effort to see an animal in it, but after that it becomes impossible not to recognize that animal.
Kevin saw the realization of the truth in Keanu’s eyes.

“You see it now, don’t you?” he said. “Four years ago it was indeed my brother who considered this old, abandoned shed his domain. He held four boys here, four boys who were younger than him. Leave it to me to turn that around and go after older boys instead.” Kevin laughed ominously. “But, to be fair, I managed that with help from my brother. It was a week ago that…”

Kevin stopped mid-sentence and seemed to realize something. “Wait a minute, I think Raphael can tell you that best himself.”

Kevin turned his eyes in Raphael’s direction and walked over to him. He stopped right in front of the teen boy and moved his hands toward Raphael’s face. The bound boy looked frightened and tried to pull his head away, but in his current state he didn’t really succeed. Kevin grabbed the buckle of the collar around Raphael’s neck, pried at it a bit, then loosened it and pulled the rod out of Raphael’s mouth, causing all the drool that had built up in his mouth to drip onto the floor.

Raphael moved his stiff mouth back and forth and spat one last bit of saliva onto the ground. He looked at Kevin’s expectant face, from which he gathered that his next task was to tell the story Kevin wanted to hear. Raphael turned his head toward Keanu and looked at him with regret in his eyes. At the same time, he knew he had had no other choice and that the situation they both were in now had been the only possible outcome. He swallowed one more time, cleared his throat once, let out a deep sigh, and began to speak.

“Last Friday I was walking past the gym halls toward the park to the bus stop to go home. At the intersection just past the main building I wanted to turn left onto the bike path, when suddenly a hand with a wet cloth was clamped over my mouth. Apparently there was some kind of sedative on that cloth, because it didn’t take long before I felt myself go limp and everything went black.” Raphael looked at Kevin, who made a gesture with his hands that he should continue his story. Raphael took another deep breath and went on. “I woke up again in the old shed, in a different room than this one, and noticed that I couldn’t move. And besides that I was… I was…” Raphael couldn’t get his words out anymore, let his head hang down, and began to sob softly.

Kevin rolled his eyes and took over. “He was naked except for his lower body, yes. That’s not all that dramatic. It could be worse.” Kevin looked at Raphael’s current state, in which the boy now not only stood helplessly bound against a few wooden beams with his upper body exposed, but this time was also missing his jeans, shoes, and socks. “My brother had hidden in the bushes by the park and had taken Raphael unconscious to this old shed, where I was waiting for him. ‘Have fun, man, don’t make it too wild,’ he said to me.” Kevin grinned broadly. “Fuck that, I’ll damn well decide that myself. For once it was finally me who had control over someone else, and I was going to make the most of it. While Raphael was unconscious, I took off his jacket and shirt, so that he was lying there on the ground with only his pants and white underwear.” Kevin pointed toward the door in the direction of the other room across the hall, to indicate where it had happened. “I had brought my old judo belts, tied them around his wrists and ran them through the rings that are attached there to two wooden beams. You saw the result in the photo I sent you when you had just gotten home from school this afternoon.”

While Raphael continued to sob softly, Keanu’s astonishment grew with every word Kevin spoke. At the same time, he was also angry at himself. He looked at Raphael and the blue underwear he was wearing now, and then thought of the photo Kevin was talking about, where Raphael’s underwear had been white. How could he have been so stupid as to miss that? That photo hadn’t been taken today at all, and not in some attic either, as Keanu had thought. It had been a week ago in this very shed, just not in the room they were in now. It was probably the room I initially tried to get into, Keanu thought, but he wasn’t sure. After all, he hadn’t been able to go inside yet; that had been made impossible when Kevin attacked him.

“Besides the photo you already know, I took more photos, from all kinds of angles,” Kevin continued his story. “Always with Raphael at the center. You should have seen his face, he got more scared by the second.” That grin again. “My goal for that moment was achieved, because I had gathered enough material to be able to blackmail Raphael. Because you really don’t want these photos on the internet, and I told Raphael that that was exactly what would happen if he spilled the beans about this moment at school.” Raphael had stopped sobbing by now, but his head still hung dejectedly against his chest. “I untied Raphael and told him that a week later he could expect another message from me that he’d better respond to. I still needed his help.” He looked at Keanu. “By now you know what for.”

That was clear enough, Keanu thought. Kevin walked over to Keanu and stopped right in front of him with an intimidating look. Just as he had done earlier with Raphael, Kevin also loosened Keanu’s gag and tossed it carelessly onto the floor beside him. Keanu didn’t dare say anything for a moment.

“You’re mine now. You’re both are mine now.”

With those words Kevin turned around, walked out through the door, and closed it behind him on the other side. As Keanu heard the lock of the door being turned, his eye fell on a small side table next to the door.

Illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through a small window, a key glimmered.

[YourCaptor75]

I said it before; Kevin did nothing wrong lol

Keep it up. Curious what the little dude has in store