Duncan groaned softly in his sleep at the warm, soft lips kissing his neck.
His lips curled softly as the lips worked their way up his neck and
stopped to nibble on his ear.
"Oh, yeah," he mumbled contentedly rolling onto his back.
The lips parted to make way for the tongue that played with his ear lobe for a few seconds. Then they started their migration again, blazing a trail across his cheek and to his lips where they were met with great excitement. The two pairs of lips touched lightly then gained force as time went on. A few more groans issued from Duncan's lips. He felt Tessa's body shift from next to him to over him. The kisses became stronger and more passionate, almost fierce. Two hands pinned his own to the bed. For a fleeting moment, Duncan mused how strong Tessa had gotten. But the stiff cock meeting with his own brought him back to a grim reality.
His eyes snapped open and met with Richie's. The boy smiled at him obviously proud of his discovery. He was pleasuring his guest. He looked down at his discovery then looked back at Duncan's face. With a wicked grin he slowly moved down leaving a trail on Duncan's skin with his tongue. His lips were about to close around his prize when Duncan's shock wore off and he pushed the boy away. With a surprised squeak, Richie tumbled off the bed and onto the hard wood floor.
Conner woke up at the commotion from his place on the couch. He and Duncan had flipped for the bed the night before. Richie had been confused, but not questioned the practice as he got into his own little bed in the corner.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his accent coming out in his sleepy state.
"I'm sorry!" Richie exclaimed crouching on the floor. "I thought you were liking it!"
"Oh.um. I'm not mad," Duncan offered still a little shaken up by his awakening.
"What happened?"
"I won't do it again! Please don't tell my master!"
"I'm not mad. I won't tell anybody."
"Please forgive me, sir!"
"What's going on?"
"You didn't do anything wrong."
"Duncan, what did he do?" Conner demanded.
"He was.he was kissing me," Duncan explained, getting on the floor and pulling Richie upright. "He didn't know."
"I just wanted to play," Richie mumbled softly. "I thought you would play with me."
"Play?" Duncan repeated. "You wanted to play?"
"I wanted to surprise you and when I saw your pleasure I thought you liked it."
"Your pleasure?" Conner looked at Duncan eyebrow's raised.
"Like I had any control over that," he snapped. "I thought he was Tessa."
"I'm sorry!" Richie repeated.
"It's okay," Duncan repeated soothingly. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"I made you mad."
"You startled me. I'm not mad. Let's just all go back to bed."
Richie nodded in compliance and did as he was told.
"Now what?" Duncan asked Conner.
"Are you willing to let him get it out of his system?"
"He doesn't want to; he thinks he wants to."
"He's convinced he wants to."
"How do we calm him down?"
"We can order a girl for him."
"We are not going to take advantage their situation!" Duncan insisted.
"Then let him handle it himself."
"You mean let him. I'm not."
"If we can't do anything with him and you won't let a girl help him. Let him help himself."
"I'm not going to have him masturbating in the corner while you and I play chess."
"We have to keep him happy," Conner told him. "In some sort of normal routine so he doesn't decide he doesn't like us."
"Asking him to do that is not normal."
"It is as far as he knows. Duncan, that's not Richie. He looks like him, he sounds like him, but that's not him. That is a. a." he searched for a word. "A geisha. He is trained to have one thing on his mind. He has to act out on it or he's going to start talking. We have to keep up appearances and seem just like everyone else."
"Conner, I can't do that."
"Then you shouldn't have come."
"I couldn't stay home! Not knowing he was here!"
"I told you this was going to be hard. I told you wouldn't like what you found. I told you, but you insisted on coming."
"Are you telling me that if it was just you, you'd rape him?" Duncan demanded.
"No, but I'd find a way for him to be comfortable."
"Conner, I.. I. I can't. I can't look at him and send him to masturbate in the bathroom!"
"We're going to have to find something for him to do."
"I can't right now. Let's go back to bed and talk about it in the morning."
. . . . . .
Richie woke both Conner and Duncan the next morning with a gentle shake and presented them with room service breakfast. After they sat at the table, he knelt next to it only getting up to pour more coffee or juice. Duncan gave him a piece of toast and some bacon. When they were done, Richie took the rolling table to a girl waiting in the hall. He closed the door and knelt beside it.
"Well, time to get ready for the day," Duncan decided. "I'm taking a shower." Richie got up to follow him into the bathroom and help. "Whoa, boy, you stay out here," he told him taking Richie by the shoulders and planting him in the bedroom.
Richie looked like Duncan had slapped him. "You don't want me to help?"
"I want to do this by myself. I have a book in my bag. You can read that while we get ready."
"I don't know how to read," Richie told him.
"Then why don't you play for a while," he offered.
"Yes, sir." Richie moved off to his corner to obey.
Conner caught Duncan's eye and grinned as the younger man went into the bathroom.
Once they were ready, Richie took them downstairs to the main parlors for the morning's entertainment. He tried to coax them into a parlor where a large bed was surrounded with chairs where two children were going to perform for the guests. The next room had plenty of chains, whips and leather. Richie called it the bonding room. The next room had a girl dancing who was none too shy.
"What else is there to do?" Duncan asked him closing the door to the dancing room.
"We have a pool and a sauna," Richie offered. It was obvious he was worried about not being able to find something to please his guests.
"The sauna sounds nice," Conner decided.
Richie showed them to a private room where he brought them towels. He knelt quietly waiting for them to change. Duncan took Conner's lead, took of his clothes and handed them to Richie to fold and lock away. Once they were ready, he led them into a private sauna. He closed the door and positioned himself by the coals to create more steam when needed.
Duncan sat on the bench. "We have to come up with a plan."
Conner stretched out, stomach down on another bench with a groan. "I know. Let's take him tonight. I can't stand another night on that couch. I haven't been so stiff in a hundred years."
Richie took this as an indirect cue and moved straight to Conner. He straddled his back and started giving him a deep tissue massage.
"Conner! Make him stop," Duncan complained.
"He needs to feel useful."
"You're using him."
"Why don't you go play?" Conner reminded him.
"He was going to follow me into the shower!"
"I told you, we have to let him feel natural."
"We don't have to take advantage of him."
"Up," Conner told Richie. Richie moved his hands up. "He is a slave, we are his masters, we tell him what to do and he does it. This is how it will work until we leave. Then you can coddle him all you want."
"Conner, I can't stand to see him like this."
"Then we bust him out tonight."
"How?"
"We steal a plane."
"What?"
"It's the only way off this island. No outside transportation is allowed. We can't buy him, we have to steal him."
"Should we be talking about this in front of him?" Duncan suddenly asked.
"Ask him what we just said," Conner told him.
"Rich. um, boy, what did we just say?" Duncan asked.
Richie looked up from the knot he was kneading out of Conner's back. "Excuse me, sir?"
"What are we talking about, be truthful."
"Children do not listen to adult conversations. I don't know what you said. I'm sorry. Do you want me to.?"
"No, you're fine," Duncan hurried to assure him.
An hour later, they had devised their plan right in front of their oblivious target. When they told him they were ready, he showed them to the showers, got them fresh towels and then retrieved their clothes.
"What do my masters wish to do now?" Richie asked after returning from putting the dirty towels in the laundry.
"Why don't you show us your room?" Conner asked.
"My room?"
"Where you sleep when you aren't serving."
"My nursery?"
"Um, yes."
A bright smile lit on Richie's face. "Okay!" He stated to leave the room then stopped. No child was supposed to walk in front of his master. He stopped and looked at them.
"You go first," Conner told him.
"Me, sir?"
"Yes, boy, you go first."
Obviously confused, Richie obeyed. He took them down a maze of hallways and down a staircase. They were met halfway down by a shot, older woman.
"What is boy doing?" she asked putting a gentle hand on Richie's cheek.
"My masters want to see my nursery."
She smiled warmly at him. "Boy must be sure not to make a mess. Mama has just cleaned his nursery."
"Yes, Mama," he answered. She moved to the side to make room for the men to pass.
They walked down another hall and stopped at a large, solid, oak door. Richie opened it and held it for Duncan and Conner.
"Masters must be sure not to close the door, or we can't get out." He showed them the smooth, polished, oak where there should be a door handle.
"Do they lock you in here?" Duncan asked.
"Only when I'm not supposed to leave."
"He's a slave," Conner hissed at Duncan's shocked look. "Are these your toys?" Conner asked Richie looking at a toy box in the corner.
"Yes," he answered excitedly. "Do you want to play?"
Duncan and Conner exchanged a look. To Richie 'play' was something completely unacceptable.
"Let's just see what you have in here." He opened the white and baby blue box then scooted aside so Duncan could look as well. It was a jumble of leather restraints, nipple clamps, dildos, whips, chains, and many things Duncan and Conner couldn't identify.
Richie jumped into explanations. "This goes in your mouth," he said holding up a ball gag. "But I don't like it because it tastes funny. But I'll use it if you want me to." He pulled out a flogger. "This is like a whip. You can hit me with it and I'll bleed, but then it goes away. like magic."
"What's this?" Conner asked holding up a series of leather cuffs, chains, and buckles.
"It makes me like this." Richie crossed his arms over his stomach like he was a straight jacket. "And I can't move my arms."
"Oh, what a nice little contraption. We'll need this." He set it aside.
Richie's eyes lit up. "Are we going to play?"
"Not now, tonight, really late when everyone is asleep so we can do whatever we want," Conner whispered as if it were a big secret, which it was, but not for the reason's Richie was now imagining. "Let's see what else you have."
They left the room with the leather straight jacket, a blindfold, a ball gag, and some leather laces just in case they needed to restrain him further. They left the ball spreader, cock ring and vibrators that Richie seemed to have several of.
After lunch, they took Richie to their room to take his nap. While he was asleep, they discussed their plan to kidnap him.
. . . . . .
"I hope that we are living up to your expectations," Master told Conner that evening at dinner as the servant children laid the meal out before them.
"You have a lovely establishment," Conner answered almost forgetting to use his Italian accent.
"And boy is serving you well?"
"Yes, he is a hard worker. We have been nothing but pleased with his performance," Duncan answered suddenly finding his voice.
"So you have sampled his talents?"
"A few."
"He's a good boy."
Richie put Duncan's napkin in his lap and knelt between him and Conner. The topic of conversation turned to what Master's children did best. Conner and Duncan did their best to play along while Richie did his best to keep up with their drinks and food. Refilling what needed to be refilled and fetching seconds for what they ran out of. Finally, Duncan got sick of watching Richie run around and had him sit next to him so he could give him a roll and other scraps off the table.
"If you don't mind me asking," Duncan asked suddenly. "Why did you choose this particular boy to be your baby?"
Master smiled. "It's quite simple really. It took over a year to break him."
"A year?"
"He has spirit. A spirit that is perfect for what I need. in moderation. The older a child gets the more freedom they have to move around, think, act. I had to keep him young, because he is the one that will ruin me if I give him the chance."
"Why do you say that?" Conner asked.
"He already asks too many questions. If I treated him like I do the other children he'd lead a mutiany. I know he would. That's why," he grinned down at Richie, who just seemed to notice anyone was talking about him. "You are my special baby boy."
Richie's chest puffed proudly and he grinned back.
'I knew it,' Duncan thought to himself. 'Richie's still in there.'
After dessert, Conner, Duncan, and Richie went back to their room. Richie knelt by the bed and waited for further instructions.
Duncan tried to distract himself with a book until they were ready to get ready to leave. He forced himself to read page after page as he lounged on the bed. He was actually starting to get into the book when he felt Richie crawl up next to him. He looked up and Richie grinned at him.
"What are you up to?" he asked the boy.
"I wanted to do something for you."
"What?"
"Anything you want me to." He slid next to Duncan and put his head on his shoulder.
"Do you want to hear a story?"
"I like stories."
"Okay, this one is about a boy." Duncan put his book down. "He lived in a big city by the ocean with two very good friends. They were all very close."
"Did they play together?"
"No. But they had a business together. And they lived together. They were very close. The boy was very young and he relied on his friends, a man and woman. And his friends liked to take care of him."
"Was he a baby?"
"No, he was a teenager. He was still young, though and need to be taken care of sometimes. though he didn't like to admit it."
"Was he bad?"
"No. He was a very good boy, he made some mistakes, but he was good. One day he went out with a girl." Richie smiled. "But he never came home." Richie's smiled faded. "He disappeared and his friends didn't know where he was. They couldn't find him no matter how hard they looked."
Richie scooted away. "I don't like this story."
"They looked very hard; they asked everyone they knew. No one could find him. Not for a very very long time. Then one day, a friend of the man met someone who had an idea. The man and his friend traveled a long time. And they found the boy."
"Please, sir, don't tell anymore."
"They boy was being held against his will by an evil man. This evil man liked to take advantage of the boy and make him do things that the boy didn't want to do."
"Master, please stop," Richie pleaded.
"But the boy didn't know any better so he did as he was told. And he was still a good boy. But the man was so happy to see him again there was no way he could leave him again. So he had to do something drastic. The boy didn't understand. But somewhere deep down, he knew it was going to be okay."
"I don't like that story."
"Just remember it."
"Duncan," Conner spoke up from the couch. "You're scaring him."
"I'm just explaining it to him."
"He doesn't understand."
"Then why does he hate it so much?"
"Just stop. He'll understand once we're done."
"How much longer do we have to wait?" Duncan asked looking at the clock. It was almost midnight.
"A few more hours and we can start getting him ready. For now make sure that we won't leave anything that can identify us behind."
"What are you going to do?"
"Arrange transportation. I'll be back to help get the kid ready."
Two hours later, Conner came back. Richie, after being told it was time to play, happily talked them through putting him in the straight jacket made of leather cuffs, straps, and buckles. It took them nearly half an hour to get him secured.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Now we blindfold you and take you somewhere very special." Conner tied the black leather over Richie's eyes, Duncan picked up the one bag they were taking back and they went into the hall. They carefully lead Richie to the stairs. They guided him down and passed another slave who didn't look at them twice as they passed.
Richie quietly went where they took him. Until his bare feet hit the cool marble of the veranda.
"I'm not allowed," he said suddenly locking his legs.
"It's okay, your master will never find out," Duncan said handing Conner the bag and putting his hands on Richie's shoulders. "I promise you will not get in trouble."
"No, I'm not allowed. Take me back in." He turned in what direction he thought the door was.
"No, you're coming with us."
"I'm not allowed to leave."
"You are now."
Richie panicked and tried to run, but ran into Duncan. "Leave me alone. I'll scream." For the first time he struggled against the jacket. Unfortunately, he had talked them trough it too well and there was no give.
"No, you won't, boy," Conner hissed.
"I will," he threatened. "I'm not allowed to leave."
"You will keep your mouth shut," Conner told him with authority.
Richie paused. "If you take me back, I won't tell," he bargained.
"You are coming with us." He took the ball gag out of the bag and started to fit it in Richie's mouth.
"What are you doing?" Duncan demanded.
"Keeping him quiet."
"Not with that thing, you're not."
"It's all we have. Let's go."
With a sigh of defeat, Duncan wrapped one arm around Richie's ribs to get a good hold on him and one hand over the gag, to hide any sound that may get through. He followed Conner half carrying/ half dragging a kicking and screaming Richie with him.
"Richie, be quiet," he hissed.
Conner led them to the hanger where a plane waited for them unattended, gassed up and ready to go.
"How did you do this?" Duncan asked as Conner helped him carry a still struggling Richie on board.
"A magician never tells. Get him strapped in. I'm driving."
"Oh, yeah," he mumbled contentedly rolling onto his back.
The lips parted to make way for the tongue that played with his ear lobe for a few seconds. Then they started their migration again, blazing a trail across his cheek and to his lips where they were met with great excitement. The two pairs of lips touched lightly then gained force as time went on. A few more groans issued from Duncan's lips. He felt Tessa's body shift from next to him to over him. The kisses became stronger and more passionate, almost fierce. Two hands pinned his own to the bed. For a fleeting moment, Duncan mused how strong Tessa had gotten. But the stiff cock meeting with his own brought him back to a grim reality.
His eyes snapped open and met with Richie's. The boy smiled at him obviously proud of his discovery. He was pleasuring his guest. He looked down at his discovery then looked back at Duncan's face. With a wicked grin he slowly moved down leaving a trail on Duncan's skin with his tongue. His lips were about to close around his prize when Duncan's shock wore off and he pushed the boy away. With a surprised squeak, Richie tumbled off the bed and onto the hard wood floor.
Conner woke up at the commotion from his place on the couch. He and Duncan had flipped for the bed the night before. Richie had been confused, but not questioned the practice as he got into his own little bed in the corner.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his accent coming out in his sleepy state.
"I'm sorry!" Richie exclaimed crouching on the floor. "I thought you were liking it!"
"Oh.um. I'm not mad," Duncan offered still a little shaken up by his awakening.
"What happened?"
"I won't do it again! Please don't tell my master!"
"I'm not mad. I won't tell anybody."
"Please forgive me, sir!"
"What's going on?"
"You didn't do anything wrong."
"Duncan, what did he do?" Conner demanded.
"He was.he was kissing me," Duncan explained, getting on the floor and pulling Richie upright. "He didn't know."
"I just wanted to play," Richie mumbled softly. "I thought you would play with me."
"Play?" Duncan repeated. "You wanted to play?"
"I wanted to surprise you and when I saw your pleasure I thought you liked it."
"Your pleasure?" Conner looked at Duncan eyebrow's raised.
"Like I had any control over that," he snapped. "I thought he was Tessa."
"I'm sorry!" Richie repeated.
"It's okay," Duncan repeated soothingly. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"I made you mad."
"You startled me. I'm not mad. Let's just all go back to bed."
Richie nodded in compliance and did as he was told.
"Now what?" Duncan asked Conner.
"Are you willing to let him get it out of his system?"
"He doesn't want to; he thinks he wants to."
"He's convinced he wants to."
"How do we calm him down?"
"We can order a girl for him."
"We are not going to take advantage their situation!" Duncan insisted.
"Then let him handle it himself."
"You mean let him. I'm not."
"If we can't do anything with him and you won't let a girl help him. Let him help himself."
"I'm not going to have him masturbating in the corner while you and I play chess."
"We have to keep him happy," Conner told him. "In some sort of normal routine so he doesn't decide he doesn't like us."
"Asking him to do that is not normal."
"It is as far as he knows. Duncan, that's not Richie. He looks like him, he sounds like him, but that's not him. That is a. a." he searched for a word. "A geisha. He is trained to have one thing on his mind. He has to act out on it or he's going to start talking. We have to keep up appearances and seem just like everyone else."
"Conner, I can't do that."
"Then you shouldn't have come."
"I couldn't stay home! Not knowing he was here!"
"I told you this was going to be hard. I told you wouldn't like what you found. I told you, but you insisted on coming."
"Are you telling me that if it was just you, you'd rape him?" Duncan demanded.
"No, but I'd find a way for him to be comfortable."
"Conner, I.. I. I can't. I can't look at him and send him to masturbate in the bathroom!"
"We're going to have to find something for him to do."
"I can't right now. Let's go back to bed and talk about it in the morning."
. . . . . .
Richie woke both Conner and Duncan the next morning with a gentle shake and presented them with room service breakfast. After they sat at the table, he knelt next to it only getting up to pour more coffee or juice. Duncan gave him a piece of toast and some bacon. When they were done, Richie took the rolling table to a girl waiting in the hall. He closed the door and knelt beside it.
"Well, time to get ready for the day," Duncan decided. "I'm taking a shower." Richie got up to follow him into the bathroom and help. "Whoa, boy, you stay out here," he told him taking Richie by the shoulders and planting him in the bedroom.
Richie looked like Duncan had slapped him. "You don't want me to help?"
"I want to do this by myself. I have a book in my bag. You can read that while we get ready."
"I don't know how to read," Richie told him.
"Then why don't you play for a while," he offered.
"Yes, sir." Richie moved off to his corner to obey.
Conner caught Duncan's eye and grinned as the younger man went into the bathroom.
Once they were ready, Richie took them downstairs to the main parlors for the morning's entertainment. He tried to coax them into a parlor where a large bed was surrounded with chairs where two children were going to perform for the guests. The next room had plenty of chains, whips and leather. Richie called it the bonding room. The next room had a girl dancing who was none too shy.
"What else is there to do?" Duncan asked him closing the door to the dancing room.
"We have a pool and a sauna," Richie offered. It was obvious he was worried about not being able to find something to please his guests.
"The sauna sounds nice," Conner decided.
Richie showed them to a private room where he brought them towels. He knelt quietly waiting for them to change. Duncan took Conner's lead, took of his clothes and handed them to Richie to fold and lock away. Once they were ready, he led them into a private sauna. He closed the door and positioned himself by the coals to create more steam when needed.
Duncan sat on the bench. "We have to come up with a plan."
Conner stretched out, stomach down on another bench with a groan. "I know. Let's take him tonight. I can't stand another night on that couch. I haven't been so stiff in a hundred years."
Richie took this as an indirect cue and moved straight to Conner. He straddled his back and started giving him a deep tissue massage.
"Conner! Make him stop," Duncan complained.
"He needs to feel useful."
"You're using him."
"Why don't you go play?" Conner reminded him.
"He was going to follow me into the shower!"
"I told you, we have to let him feel natural."
"We don't have to take advantage of him."
"Up," Conner told Richie. Richie moved his hands up. "He is a slave, we are his masters, we tell him what to do and he does it. This is how it will work until we leave. Then you can coddle him all you want."
"Conner, I can't stand to see him like this."
"Then we bust him out tonight."
"How?"
"We steal a plane."
"What?"
"It's the only way off this island. No outside transportation is allowed. We can't buy him, we have to steal him."
"Should we be talking about this in front of him?" Duncan suddenly asked.
"Ask him what we just said," Conner told him.
"Rich. um, boy, what did we just say?" Duncan asked.
Richie looked up from the knot he was kneading out of Conner's back. "Excuse me, sir?"
"What are we talking about, be truthful."
"Children do not listen to adult conversations. I don't know what you said. I'm sorry. Do you want me to.?"
"No, you're fine," Duncan hurried to assure him.
An hour later, they had devised their plan right in front of their oblivious target. When they told him they were ready, he showed them to the showers, got them fresh towels and then retrieved their clothes.
"What do my masters wish to do now?" Richie asked after returning from putting the dirty towels in the laundry.
"Why don't you show us your room?" Conner asked.
"My room?"
"Where you sleep when you aren't serving."
"My nursery?"
"Um, yes."
A bright smile lit on Richie's face. "Okay!" He stated to leave the room then stopped. No child was supposed to walk in front of his master. He stopped and looked at them.
"You go first," Conner told him.
"Me, sir?"
"Yes, boy, you go first."
Obviously confused, Richie obeyed. He took them down a maze of hallways and down a staircase. They were met halfway down by a shot, older woman.
"What is boy doing?" she asked putting a gentle hand on Richie's cheek.
"My masters want to see my nursery."
She smiled warmly at him. "Boy must be sure not to make a mess. Mama has just cleaned his nursery."
"Yes, Mama," he answered. She moved to the side to make room for the men to pass.
They walked down another hall and stopped at a large, solid, oak door. Richie opened it and held it for Duncan and Conner.
"Masters must be sure not to close the door, or we can't get out." He showed them the smooth, polished, oak where there should be a door handle.
"Do they lock you in here?" Duncan asked.
"Only when I'm not supposed to leave."
"He's a slave," Conner hissed at Duncan's shocked look. "Are these your toys?" Conner asked Richie looking at a toy box in the corner.
"Yes," he answered excitedly. "Do you want to play?"
Duncan and Conner exchanged a look. To Richie 'play' was something completely unacceptable.
"Let's just see what you have in here." He opened the white and baby blue box then scooted aside so Duncan could look as well. It was a jumble of leather restraints, nipple clamps, dildos, whips, chains, and many things Duncan and Conner couldn't identify.
Richie jumped into explanations. "This goes in your mouth," he said holding up a ball gag. "But I don't like it because it tastes funny. But I'll use it if you want me to." He pulled out a flogger. "This is like a whip. You can hit me with it and I'll bleed, but then it goes away. like magic."
"What's this?" Conner asked holding up a series of leather cuffs, chains, and buckles.
"It makes me like this." Richie crossed his arms over his stomach like he was a straight jacket. "And I can't move my arms."
"Oh, what a nice little contraption. We'll need this." He set it aside.
Richie's eyes lit up. "Are we going to play?"
"Not now, tonight, really late when everyone is asleep so we can do whatever we want," Conner whispered as if it were a big secret, which it was, but not for the reason's Richie was now imagining. "Let's see what else you have."
They left the room with the leather straight jacket, a blindfold, a ball gag, and some leather laces just in case they needed to restrain him further. They left the ball spreader, cock ring and vibrators that Richie seemed to have several of.
After lunch, they took Richie to their room to take his nap. While he was asleep, they discussed their plan to kidnap him.
. . . . . .
"I hope that we are living up to your expectations," Master told Conner that evening at dinner as the servant children laid the meal out before them.
"You have a lovely establishment," Conner answered almost forgetting to use his Italian accent.
"And boy is serving you well?"
"Yes, he is a hard worker. We have been nothing but pleased with his performance," Duncan answered suddenly finding his voice.
"So you have sampled his talents?"
"A few."
"He's a good boy."
Richie put Duncan's napkin in his lap and knelt between him and Conner. The topic of conversation turned to what Master's children did best. Conner and Duncan did their best to play along while Richie did his best to keep up with their drinks and food. Refilling what needed to be refilled and fetching seconds for what they ran out of. Finally, Duncan got sick of watching Richie run around and had him sit next to him so he could give him a roll and other scraps off the table.
"If you don't mind me asking," Duncan asked suddenly. "Why did you choose this particular boy to be your baby?"
Master smiled. "It's quite simple really. It took over a year to break him."
"A year?"
"He has spirit. A spirit that is perfect for what I need. in moderation. The older a child gets the more freedom they have to move around, think, act. I had to keep him young, because he is the one that will ruin me if I give him the chance."
"Why do you say that?" Conner asked.
"He already asks too many questions. If I treated him like I do the other children he'd lead a mutiany. I know he would. That's why," he grinned down at Richie, who just seemed to notice anyone was talking about him. "You are my special baby boy."
Richie's chest puffed proudly and he grinned back.
'I knew it,' Duncan thought to himself. 'Richie's still in there.'
After dessert, Conner, Duncan, and Richie went back to their room. Richie knelt by the bed and waited for further instructions.
Duncan tried to distract himself with a book until they were ready to get ready to leave. He forced himself to read page after page as he lounged on the bed. He was actually starting to get into the book when he felt Richie crawl up next to him. He looked up and Richie grinned at him.
"What are you up to?" he asked the boy.
"I wanted to do something for you."
"What?"
"Anything you want me to." He slid next to Duncan and put his head on his shoulder.
"Do you want to hear a story?"
"I like stories."
"Okay, this one is about a boy." Duncan put his book down. "He lived in a big city by the ocean with two very good friends. They were all very close."
"Did they play together?"
"No. But they had a business together. And they lived together. They were very close. The boy was very young and he relied on his friends, a man and woman. And his friends liked to take care of him."
"Was he a baby?"
"No, he was a teenager. He was still young, though and need to be taken care of sometimes. though he didn't like to admit it."
"Was he bad?"
"No. He was a very good boy, he made some mistakes, but he was good. One day he went out with a girl." Richie smiled. "But he never came home." Richie's smiled faded. "He disappeared and his friends didn't know where he was. They couldn't find him no matter how hard they looked."
Richie scooted away. "I don't like this story."
"They looked very hard; they asked everyone they knew. No one could find him. Not for a very very long time. Then one day, a friend of the man met someone who had an idea. The man and his friend traveled a long time. And they found the boy."
"Please, sir, don't tell anymore."
"They boy was being held against his will by an evil man. This evil man liked to take advantage of the boy and make him do things that the boy didn't want to do."
"Master, please stop," Richie pleaded.
"But the boy didn't know any better so he did as he was told. And he was still a good boy. But the man was so happy to see him again there was no way he could leave him again. So he had to do something drastic. The boy didn't understand. But somewhere deep down, he knew it was going to be okay."
"I don't like that story."
"Just remember it."
"Duncan," Conner spoke up from the couch. "You're scaring him."
"I'm just explaining it to him."
"He doesn't understand."
"Then why does he hate it so much?"
"Just stop. He'll understand once we're done."
"How much longer do we have to wait?" Duncan asked looking at the clock. It was almost midnight.
"A few more hours and we can start getting him ready. For now make sure that we won't leave anything that can identify us behind."
"What are you going to do?"
"Arrange transportation. I'll be back to help get the kid ready."
Two hours later, Conner came back. Richie, after being told it was time to play, happily talked them through putting him in the straight jacket made of leather cuffs, straps, and buckles. It took them nearly half an hour to get him secured.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Now we blindfold you and take you somewhere very special." Conner tied the black leather over Richie's eyes, Duncan picked up the one bag they were taking back and they went into the hall. They carefully lead Richie to the stairs. They guided him down and passed another slave who didn't look at them twice as they passed.
Richie quietly went where they took him. Until his bare feet hit the cool marble of the veranda.
"I'm not allowed," he said suddenly locking his legs.
"It's okay, your master will never find out," Duncan said handing Conner the bag and putting his hands on Richie's shoulders. "I promise you will not get in trouble."
"No, I'm not allowed. Take me back in." He turned in what direction he thought the door was.
"No, you're coming with us."
"I'm not allowed to leave."
"You are now."
Richie panicked and tried to run, but ran into Duncan. "Leave me alone. I'll scream." For the first time he struggled against the jacket. Unfortunately, he had talked them trough it too well and there was no give.
"No, you won't, boy," Conner hissed.
"I will," he threatened. "I'm not allowed to leave."
"You will keep your mouth shut," Conner told him with authority.
Richie paused. "If you take me back, I won't tell," he bargained.
"You are coming with us." He took the ball gag out of the bag and started to fit it in Richie's mouth.
"What are you doing?" Duncan demanded.
"Keeping him quiet."
"Not with that thing, you're not."
"It's all we have. Let's go."
With a sigh of defeat, Duncan wrapped one arm around Richie's ribs to get a good hold on him and one hand over the gag, to hide any sound that may get through. He followed Conner half carrying/ half dragging a kicking and screaming Richie with him.
"Richie, be quiet," he hissed.
Conner led them to the hanger where a plane waited for them unattended, gassed up and ready to go.
"How did you do this?" Duncan asked as Conner helped him carry a still struggling Richie on board.
"A magician never tells. Get him strapped in. I'm driving."