Matt lay on the floor in pain and discomfort. While trying to breathe without puking, his aching little balls throbbing into him, he took stock of his situation.

Naked, his hairless 13-year-old body completely uncovered. He had no idea where his clothes were. His arms were bent and tied so his hands were between his shoulderblades. His arms were immobilized, completely useless to cover or protect himself. His thighs hurt from the switching, still showing red stripes. His buttcheeks burned from a long spanking. His asshole burned from being fucked by the man Gregory. And his balls were aching, throbbing, making him want to puke. They had been squeezed, hit, kicked, bound, flicked, fondled, and stomped. He vaguely wondered if he'd ever have children. He was hungry, and very very thirsty. And his bladder was full, he really needed to pee.

Alone in the room, he sat up with a little effort, having to try several times as his arms were bound up his upper back, making his centre of gravity higher. When the girl Lim left, the door's lock clanked only once. When the other girls had left, earlier, it clanked twice. He guessed the door was really locked now and, without arms, would have a hard time trying it.

He managed to get one foot under him and then the other, standing, shakily, on his weak legs. If he could only get his arms free! This was worse than just having hands tied behind the back, as his wrists, crossed and tied between his shoulderblades, rendered his hands completely helpless. Not really under any strain, as the ropes around his arms and forearms, folded as they were, prevented his wrists from lowering and held them. But they were getting cramped from the immobility. And out of the way of his butt, which he was sure was gonna get more attention. He walked to a corner and carefully, without being able to hold onto his pecker, peed in one corner, hoping it wouldn't be noticed. He could hold it no longer. He was horrified at the thought of what he'd do if he had to poop.

He managed to avoid pissing on his own legs and feet, and staggered back to the middle of the room, intending to sit slowly but falling down on his sore butt, and turned over onto his side, crying softly. He fell asleep after a short cry.

* * *

Matt woke up rather suddenly, wondering how he could have fallen asleep under the circumstances. He was cold, chilly, his teeth almost chattering. And he couldn't see! Nearing panick, he realized he was blindfolded. His hand were also not tied behind him, for the first time in who-knows-how-long. They were pulled up and tied over his head. He squirmed just a bit and guessed that he was laying on his back on some kind of table, arms tied over his head, ankles tied down to something at the bottom of the table. He was still naked. He was wet, which explained why he was cold. And he felt something going over his body.

"Who's there?" he asked quietly, almost afraid to speak.

"Shut up" came the answer, feminine. "You gotta get cleaned up and I'm the one who has to do it, so just shut up."

Matt started to answer but decided not to ... it would probably get his balls hit again. He was washed and dried, and turned over onto his belly, still stretched, and his backside was washed. He grunted when the cloth-covered hand washed his butthole rather roughly, but thoroughly (considering his ankles were tied together). His hair was wet. He smelled the soap. He was being cleaned up.

"You nasty boy, you shit yourself last night."

"It's morning already? Oh no! Listen, please, you gotta ..."

He stopped when his hair was pulled backward, forcing his head back, and the girl's voice told him "I said don't talk. I don't want to listen to you. I want to get you cleaned up for ... well, you'll find out." Matt was horrified at the thought someone saw him with shit on his butt. And was cleaning it up.

Some 20 minutes later, after being washed and rinsed several times in cold water, and having his hair shampooed and rinsed again, the shivering boy was dried. A moment later something touched his balls.

The girl's voice, which he did not recognise, spoke again. "All right, listen. I'm going to untie your hands. When I do you'll sit straight up and put your hands behind you."

"No, please, not behind ... AAAAhhhhhhhh! Ohhhh Aaaahhhhh!" Matt screamed as pain went through his poor naked tortured little nuts again. Why did it always have to be the balls? When he calmed down again, the voice spoke again:

"Now, we'll try one more time. When I untie your hands, you'll sit up and put your hands behind your back. And hold them there. You'll let me tie them or I'll shock your little balls again. Do you understand?" Matt nodded. "And no tricks. If you do anything else, I swear I'll crank up the electricity and fry your balls clean off."

Moments later, the boy sat on the table, still shivering but not quite as cold, his wrists crossed and fastened behind his back by some kind of tape. No knots to pick, he reasoned. His ankles were untied and hands were helping him from the table. More toweling, since the tabletop was wet, and he wished more than anything that someone would wrap the towel around him. At least he wasn't crying like a baby. But he was still blindfolded.

"You really are kinda cute," the girl's voice said, as hands gently caressed his shoulders and chest. "Cute butt, too." Matt wondered if it was Lim. He knew it wasn't Mindy, and he knew it wasn't Irene.

Matt said nothing, horribly embarassed now, trying not to think about his bath. Mostly he didn't want to start crying again. He was about to ask if she would please please please untie his hands or at least take off the blindfold.

The girl led him, by one arm, still blindfolded, across a hard floor. Then through a door. He heard it open in front and behind. He tilted his head back a bit but could not see anything under the blindfold. He was standing in the middle of a floor when the blindfold was removed.

The girl who led him was in fact Lim, the Chinese girl. She simply turned and left. The room was windowless and lit only by one lamp next to a bed. There was a big bed, and instead of a dresser was a filing cabinet with combination locks on all four drawers. The walls, two of which were concrete block painted dark green, the other two of some kind of wood panelling, had no pictures or decorations. The ceiling wasn't a ceiling; there were floor joists. He was in a basement room, apparently fixed up like this as a spare bedroom or something.

He was alone. He immediately started to work on freeing his hands, really really wanting to have them somewhere except behind him. He sat on the carpet, unable to slip them over his butt. He bent. He squirmed. He twisted. He picked at the tape with his fingers, unable to find any edge to get ahold of. The tape was very strong and fairly sticky. And, as he looked over his shoulder and brought his hands partway around his body, dark blue in color. Some kind of decorating tape, no doubt. It was shiny, not like duct tape or masking tape, more like electrical tape except the color.

He also looked over his body in the lamp's light. His butt, what he could see of it, was white again. His thighs had pinkish stripes, but they were fading, and there were no scabs. The raised skin of the several whelts was also healing. He wondered how long he'd been asleep. He thought of getting back home before his parents came home, but didn't even have any idea ....

The door opened. He froze, standing now, as someone entered the room. Please let it be Mindy. Please.

It wasn't Mindy. It was Gregory. Accompanied by Irene. Irene was wearing her panties, no bra, and was apparently drunk, staggering and giggling and speaking in a slurred voice.

"Oh, looky Greg! It's Mattie. And he's still all nakey. Looky, he don't have any hair!" She giggled. She had one arm around Greg, who was still wearing the army pants but no shirt or shoes. He had one arm around her. She turned to him and put her hands on his shoulders, her little boobs brushing his stomach.

"Greg, come on, get hard again, I want to fuck some more." She giggled and burped and giggled again. Matt stood, afraid to move or speak.

"Here, fuck the boy if you want, I'm tired. Damn you're a nympho!"

Matt's face must have appeared horrified, because both Gregory and Irene laughed at him. Irene stepped closer to him and said "Oh, Mattie, you're so nice and sweet and handsome. Will you help me with my homework?"

She touched his skin, on his arm, his chest and walking around behind him, ran her fingertips over his butt. He blushed even more but remained silent.

Irene looked at the man Gregory and huffed. "Well, I guess an old man can't keep it up all night, can he? And all day too?" She lifted Matt's little hairless pecker, causing him to step back and bend over a bit. Irene didn't like this so she grabbed his dick and yanked on it.

"Shit, what am I supposed to do with THIS?" she said, disapointed. She looked up and huffed again as Gregory left the room. Matt moved his wrists just a bit more. Her breath smelled of beer, which of course Matt didn't recognise exactly but guessed that it was beer. Beer and cigarettes. She ran after Gregory, stopped, looked over her shoulders, and warned Matt not to try to get away. She went after him. She returned some moments later, with cigarettes, a lighter, one cigarette in her lips puffing on it, and holding her tank top across her breasts. Still in her little panty.

She walked in as if Matt wasn't there, put her things on a small nightstand, and found a beer can to use as an ashtray, too drunk to get her ashes into it with any accuracy. Matt just watched her, unable to do anything else, not wanting her foot in his balls again. She smoked her cigarette and dropped it into the can through the opening where the pull tab had been removed. She lit another. Then looked at Matt.

"Well, get on the bed, boy, I don't have all day."

"What?"

"Get on the bed. I'm gonna fuck you til Gregory rests up. You're the only other ... male ... in the whole fuckin' place.

Matt slowly climbed on the bed and lay on his back, his bound wrists under him, trying not to cry. Irene snuffed out the cigarette and pulled off her panty, not giving him a good look at anything, and climbed on top of him. She played with is pecker, which only caused his poor boy-balls to hurt.

"Come on, Mattie. Get stiff for me. You did it for Mindy, why won't you do it for me?"

But Matt's nuts hurt too much, and he couldn't get an erection, either from fear, or pain, or humiliation, or a combination thereof. Irene was becomming impatient. Matt, realistically, had considered that having sex with this nasty Irene was better than getting tortured, but just couldn't get hard for her. He suggested she cuddle with him first, calling on his knowledge--derived from books rather than experience--but she began cursing and fussing that much more.

"Fuckin' nerd. Can't even get a stiffy. Shit. Useless prick. I hope Gregory cuts it off."

Matt desperately tried to get hard, but of course, at that age, if it doesn't come naturally, it doesn't come at all. Irene rubbed her little boobs on his chest and belly and his dick, rather roughly, not tenderly at all. Finally she got up and put on her panties and her tank top. Matt of course was left naked.

"Where are my fuckin' clothes?" she said, reaching for her cigarettes again. She looked at him as if demanding an answer.

"Uh, you didn't have them when you came in." Matt said, neglecting to mention that she was topless at first.

"Fuck."

She fumbled with the cigarette and put it down. She went to one of the drawers of the cabinet and opened it. "Stay there on the bed. We're gonna have some fun."

Some fun, Matt thought. More pain. But what else can a boy do, naked, hands tied behind his back, in the room with a really mean girl.

Irene fumbled with the locks, unlocking one of them. Apparently they all took the same combination, to which she was privvy. She opened the drawers. Matt strained to see but his view was blocked by her panty-clad butt. In a few moments, she began laying things on the bed next to him, warning him not to move.

Chains. Little leather things with buckles. Handcuffs. Ropes. Strips of black cloth. Matt tried not to look. He was afraid to move ... at his disadvantage it would only bring him more pain.

He just lay there, as she smoked her cigarette and tied him up more. First, a rope around each ankle. Each ankle tied to a bedpost, making him hold his legs open. A brief rough fondling of his balls. Another draw on the cigarette. Then she buckled a black leather thing around each arm, just above the elbow. A chain from the arm-cuff to the bedframe on the left side. The same thing on the right. He could not sit up. His wrists, crossed, were still behind his back, though higher up now. It wasn't really very uncomfortable. He could not put his legs together. He sobbed just a bit in anticipation of something unpleasant on his balls. He tried not to look at the cigarette, with which she came close once to burning him. He didn't want to give her any ideas.

She was about to tie some kind of string around his balls when the door opened. It was Gregory, holding a can of beer. Irene hopped off the bed and staggered toward him.

"Well, you got him all tied up ... aren't you gonna have any fun with him?" He said.

"Oh, come on, can't you get hard again even once? I wanna fuck your big hard cock." She replied, tugging seductively at her tanktop. Matt just watched, trying not to cry. Gregory approached the boy.

"Tell you what ... maybe I can ... if you do something for me."

"Anything. Just let me get that big cock inside ..."

"Get the boy hard. Suck him off. I want him to cum."

"I tried that. He won't"

"Shut up, 'Reen. Just do what I say or I'll make you trade places with him."

Matt became rather interested at that. Irene went over to him and Gregory began giving her instructions: "Get your top off. And your panty. Yeah, now climb on top of him ... be careful. Rub your boobs on his chest. Slower. No, slower. They like him, rub them on him slower.

"They don't like him and neither ..."

"Yes, they do. Your boobs are in love with that cute little boy. Kiss him. No, on second thought, don't. The cigarettes and smoke and beer might turn him off. He is after all just a little boy, right, little boy?"

Matt said nothing. A tear leaked from one eye, thankfully unnoticed.

"Now," Gregory continued, "rub your boobs down his body and VERY gently over his cock and balls. Yeah, that's right, slower, very gentle, just barely touching. Now put his cock in your mouth and pretend it's mine."

"It's too small."

"Well, pretend he's my son and I want you to get him off."

Irene wrinkled up her face, almost looking like a 13 year old girl again, and very carefully, at the man's instruction, began to gently support his sore balls with one hand and lick and suck his pecker while stroking it with the other. The limp meat responded just a bit, and a bit more. After a few minutes, to Matt's horror, Gregory's delight, and Irene's surprise, Matt had a complete stiffy, sticking up at a 45 degree angle to his flat smooth hairless tummy.

"Go ahead," Gregory said. "Make him cum."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. Do it or I'll just take Lim instead."

Irene became furiously jealous at that remark and started to suck the boy with considerable skill. She wanted him to hurry up and cum so she could go back to Gregory and his big man-cock. Matt lay there wishing for his hands to be free, for his clothes, just to be let loose. He'd never be able to tell anyone and, oh no! he'd never be able to face Mindy or Irene or anyone at school if they told. And there were those polariod photographs, too. In color! He wanted to die.

"Tell me, boy, when you masturbate, when you jack off, does anything come out? Hmmmm?" Gregory took a step closer. Matt, sensing an answer was demanded, nodded. "Well, 'Reen, when he cums, you better show me."

Irene was furious and it was apparent, her movements becomming rougher over Matt's genitals, until Gregory warned her to take it easy. Gregory was rubbing the front of his fatigue pants, looking at Matt's naked helplessly bound body. And a few moments later, Matt stiffened and experienced an orgasm that made his balls hurt. Irene spit out the cum, not much of it, and showed Gregory the little bit of semen that dripped out of Matt's pee-hole and down the little slit of his circumsized pecker.

When Gregory motioned to her, she grabbed her cigarettes and lighter and ran to him, jumping into his arms. He left, leaving the door ajar behind him, probably to go off and have more sex with that nasty Irene. And poor Matt, naked and helpless, still strapped to the bed. Once again, he thought of Mindy, how she couldn't possibly know what was going to happen to him. He still had his crush for her. He wished she would come in and untie him and hold him and cuddle him.

But it was Lim who came in. Matt was in his fantasy dream, fighting off his pain and discomfort, and glanced up to see the Chinese girl standing there. Slim. Pretty dark skin. Short black hair. And naked.

"I'm sorry I hit you last time," she said. "You are really very cute."

Matt blushed at this, and at the memory of her bathing him, cleaning his butthole, cleaning poop off him.

Lim walked closer. "Would you like me to untie you?" she asked.

"Yeah, but you won't do it," Matt replied.

"No, but I'll untie some of it."

She untied his ankles and unbuckled his elbows. She wouldn't free his hands, which were still taped behind him. She lay on the bed next to him, her tiny boobs close to him. "You know Mindy isn't the sweet girl you think she is," Lim told him. She told him how Mindy was all prim and proper in school, because she'd been raised that way, and that the promise of money caused her to be able to do the things she was doing. Apparently, Gregory nabbed children, boys and girls, from all over the region, especially in the cities. Sometimes he got the right kid to help him. Mindy was such a kid. Irene was his personal slave girl. As Irene's mother had been when Irene was a baby. Mindy, who never so much as smoked one cigarette or uttered a curse word, would lure boys to Gregory, usually in another city. She lured Matt with Irene's help. Matt, she said, was the first to be taken from here, as Lim explained, because this town was the only one without any missing 11 or 12 or 13 year olds.

All the time she was touching Matt, who had turned on his side to listen to her. She kissed him and stroked him and asked him if he enjoyed Irene's blowjob. Of course he hadn't, even though he came. He knew that in this case it was nothing more than a reflex, and Lim was surprised to hear it. They began talking about sex, about bodies and parts and which parts did what and why you don't feel pain as much when you're really horny and almost ready to cum. She was hugging him, rubbing her tiny little boobies on him. There was some kissing, eager on her part, a bit timid on his at first. Soon she was holding the naked helpless boy in her arms, kissing all over him. Then she was atop him, her pussy wet, telling him she'd never fucked a nice boy before, only Gregory and some of his friends.

She had an orgasm almost right away. She was rather vocal about it, going from a whimper to saying "oh oh oh oh oh". She kept riding him, he slipping out once or twice, and then they both climaxed, muchly at the same time. He sighed, feeling drained, weak, like after a long swim. Just wanting to lay there. He wanted to put his arms around Lim but not being able to. She got off him and with a cloth from somewhere wiped their combined juices off his groin and her vulva. She climbed onto the bed with him and wrapped her arms around him.

"You're cute, Matt" she said. "I like you. I hope Gregory doesn't ... sell you. Like the others." Matt would have panicked at this but was just too tired. Instead he kissed her nipple, gently, when she hugged him. She giggled and told him to do it again. He did, remembering what happened when he got too rough with it the last time.

After awhile, she spoke again. "Matt?"

"Mmm Hmmm?"

"Would you take me home with you? I mean, if I could get us out of here?"

"Sure, I mean, yeah, I'd try to get my parents to let you stay with us. Pretend you're just a girl who needs a place to stay or something. Maybe tell them you're my Chinese pen-pal."

"Do you have a Chinese pen-pal?"

"No. But they don't know that. I had one from Spain last year. I could tell them it was from school. Some of the kids at school, usually girls, have pen-pals in other countries. I could tell them you are from Taiwan."

"I AM from Taiwan."

"But you don't have an accent ... I mean, your English is ..."

They lay and talked, he not asking her to untie his hands again, she continually kissing and hugging on his naked "cute" body. She had been the daughter of a Taiwanese waitress, and an American businessman had bought her when she was very young. The businessman fondled her and molested her nightly, insisting she get her lessons duirng the day. She learned to read and write and even do some arithmetic. He kept her til she turned 9 or 10, and, she explained, he got rid of her before she started growing boobs. Gregory had acquired her and her lessons had stopped. She was just decoration for him, doing housework in varying stages of undress as he went about his business of stealing, training, and selling children.

"You'd help me do my homework, wouldn't you, Matt?" she asked, kissing him. He frowned, almost angry for a brief flash, then began laughing. "That's how I got myself into this to begin with. Helping Irene with her stupid homework."

The door opened. It was Gregory again.

"Lim, get your ass in the kitchen and start making coffee."

Lim said nothing, but gave Matt's arm a squeeze before jumping up and, naked, running out the door. Matt gulped when he saw Gregory, who approached him, sitting on the bed next to him.

"Relax, I'm not going to bugger you again .. you know, rape your asshole." Gregory stroked the boy's chest and cheek affectionately. "I think I can get a good price out of you, but just so you know, I can hurt you ... I can hurt you really bad, without leaving any marks. So just cooperate."

"Can I have my hands?"

"No. In fact, I'll have Lim come in here and tie you up good again. She's not bad at it. She's better than Irene." He thought for a minute. "But if you suck my cock, I'll let you fuck little Lim again. Maybe you can actually teach her to suck a cock."

Matt bushed in horror at the thought of sucking the man again. The man apparently was rather satisfied with his performance, at least til he pulled out and raped the boy. Gregory reached around Matt, patted his little butt, and left the room. Matt again tried to get his hands free, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the tape would have stretched a little or something. But it was no good. And his arms were just too short to get in front of him by slipping them over his butt.

A few minutes later, Lim came in again, still naked. She looked at him longingly, and went to the drawers to get rope. "Gregory says I have to tie you up better."

Matt looked sad. He was rather hoping to get his hands free for just a bit, and then he told her why ...

"I need to go to the bathroom again. And I'm starving and haven't had anything to drink."

"I'll ask Gregory"

She left him naked on the bed and then returned. "Greg says you can go to the bathroom but then I have to clean you up."

"Don't worry, it's only Number One", Matt said. She led him, naked with his hands behind him, she naked too, to the door, out the door, and into another door. It was a small downstairs bathroom. He blushed as he pissed in the toilet, she holding his cock. She had apparently done this before. She brought him back and lay him on his stomach on the bed. She used a rope to tie his arms, just above the elbows, and pull them back til his elbows were almost touching. Now this was painful, and she said she was sorry, but it was Gregory's orders. When his arms were again helpless she tied his ankles and then left him on the bed. She kisses him once and said she'd try to come back to him if Gregory would let her. She also mentioned somewhere in the binding of the naked boy that Mindy had gone home last night and wouln't be coming by today.

Matt dosed off wondering what time it was, wondering how much Mindy made for betraying him, and whether Irene would ever turn in her homework ...

* * *

It was dark in the room when the door opened. The lamp had either burned out or been turned off. Matt woke up, in misery, his fingers and hands were so numb he couldn't feel them, due to the way his arms were pulled back and bound. His heart sank when he saw Gregory's tall form come thru the door. Gregory was now wearing some kind of pajama pants, gray with red stripes or something on them, and nothing else.

Matt was unable to sit up and lay on his side, watching the man Gregory, who came in and turned the boy on his belly.

"Hmmm, well, she did tie your arms after all, didn't she. I'll have to reward her for that." Gregory said, and then turned Matt onto his back, his belly and chest arched out some from laying on his bound arms. The man grabbed the boy's poor naked balls again.

"No, please, no not again please ..." Matt began to beg, but Gregory smacked him across the face, causing him to sob quietly.

Matt knew it would be his balls again ... and he was right. Moments later, a thin cord, like the bootlace from earlier, perhaps even the same one, was tied around the base of Matt's balls, causing the skin of his scrotum to be stretched over the now supersensitive testes. Matt involuntarily struggled a bit, but didn't resist, knowing it was futile.

Matt was brought to his feet and to the foot of the bed. He began to speak, very softly, "Please, I can't feel my hands ... please untie them just for a fe minutes ..."

"Oh, yes, your arms are tied and circulation and the nerves are cut off," the man said, which caused Matt to panick more. "Yes, and if I don't untie them soon, you're hands will be numb and completely useless, crippled, just lumps of skin on the ends of your arms, forever!"

Matt began to cry.

Gregory bent him over, til his neck was on the rail at the footboard of the bed, and wrapped a leather belt around his neck twice, and around the rail, buckling it, forcing the naked boy to stand bent over, his arms pulled back and bound behind him. His hands were just over his butt-crack in this position, his fingers at the level of his crack.

Matt was crying harder now, knowing what was coming. Without a word, Gregory put something nasty and slimy on his butthole, and kicked the boy's feet apart. Matt could not move his arms. He could not stand up. And he could not prevent Gregory from raping him yet again in the ass.

This time it was worse. Gregory rammed him hard, over and over, stretching his poor anus, and all the while a radio playing silly songs from somwhere ... "Yummy Yummy Yummy", and before that a song that repeated "Dizzy Dizzy I'm so Dizzy". Gregory reached around the boy, rubbing his chest (which actually kinda felt good) but then sliding his hands down to twist the poor boy's balls, already tied tightly in the cord or bootlace or whatever it was. Matt was crying and trying not to puke, and trying to breathe at the same time. His hands were completely numb. Without his hands he'd never be able to dress himself, drive a car, use his typewriter, or do anything! He'd rather die!

He sobbed and cried and screamed and was completely out of energy when the man finished and unbuckled the boy's neck. Matt collapsed onto the floor, the man laughing at him, mocking the song on the radio ... "Yummy Yummy Yummy I got fucked in my tummy" the man said, pulling up his own pants. He rolled Matt to the middle of the floor and opened one of the drawers.

He put a black telephone onto the floor. Instead of a phone cord, it had three wires coming out of it. Matt was sobbing and by the time the man sat next to the naked boy, he had regained much of his composure.

"Know what this is, boy? Well, it's called a Tucker Telephone." Matt thought it looked much like any other phone, except that he could see, on the dial, a label under the plastic of the dial. It read: "Ext. 2072". He wished it had had a phone number he could maybe memorize.

Gregory took the wires and attached them, via the cord, to ... you guessed it... Matt's poor balls. Matt, not understanding but knowing this was going to be unpleasant, focused on the dial of the telephone. It was a plain black phone, like any you'd see in any house or office. The man lifted the receiver and placed it on the floor.

From the next room, someone on a radio was talking about how President Nixon should get them out of Viet Nam, and that it was his fault that the American boys were over there fighting and dying. He was also talking about some protesters marching somewhere, and a senator named Humphrey accusing the president of doing stuff that Matt didn't understand, given his nonpolitical interests and the fact that he couldn't hear most of it.

Gregory slowly put his finger in the dial, in the hole over the number "5". He turned the dial, dialing the five, and let it go. The dial, under spring power, returned, sending pulses of painful shocks through poor Matt's balls, causing him to scream and scream and beg.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nooooooo please no more no more no more no more not that no not my balls please ...."

And when Gregory dialed another five, the pulses going into poor Matt's body wouldn't even let him scream ... his mouth was open, his lungs empty and buring, begging for air, his legs kicking helplessly, his arms jerking impotently. When Gregory dialed another number, Matt screamed silently and passed out.

* * *

When Matt awakened, he reached up and rubbed his eyes. They were sore and burning from crying. Then he looked at his hand. His beautiful wonderful highly skilled right hand. His left one was there too. He sat up, laying naked on a bed. He looked at the little table and there was a large glass of water, with some nearly-melted ice cubes. He grabbed it, took a big gulp, and forced himself to drink slowly, having read about adventures in the desert where people get dehydrated and can't drink very much at first.

He turned. On the bed next to him, sleeping, one hand on his tummy, was Lim. She was wearing a pair of yellow bikini panties, and a short yellow shirt of some kind.

His balls were untied. In fact, he was free for the first time in ... how long had he been here? He leaned over and, not ashamed of being naked anymore (after what he'd been through, nudity was the least of his worries), touched Lim on the shoulder. She woke up and threw her arms around him.

They spoke in whispers.

"Did you untie me?"

"Yes. Gregory said I could come in and have you. Because I cooked up such a nice supper for him." Lim told Matt that he had been here all day the day he was "captured", and all night, and all the next day.. She told him it was getting dark. He'd been here well over 24 hours, probably closer to 30 as he figured.

"Thanks. Thanks for untying me."

She kissed him and held him tightly. At least this time he wasn't shivering cold.

"Did you mean what you said ... if I could get you out of here, you'd take me home with you?"

"Yes, sure. I'd ... think of something. I'd do everything I could to get my parents to let you stay, at least for a little while. But .... but ..."

"But what?"

Matt gulped. "But we can never tell them about Gregory or Irene or Mindy ... or this place. I mean, I'd never live it down. Dad works for a company and he can't move away, and Gregory will find us again ..."

"Gregory is leaving tomorrow." She sat up, leaning over him, one hand on his beautiful boy-chest. "He's leaving and taking Irene with him. Mindy won't say anything. She's gonna get too much money for helping him locate two girls that he snatched."

"Where are they?"

"Never mind, we can't help them. Only us. It's either that or we ALL go ... and if he sells you it might be to some mean nasty men who will .... well, they'll ..."

"I can imagine." He stopped and looked up. "You mean, you have a way?"

"Yes but there's not time to explain now. You just have to trust me. Listen, don't talk," she said, putting her fingers on his lips and kissing his chest. "Listen, you got to do exactly what I say. You have to trust me. And I know that won't be easy after what I did to you earlier... I'm so sorry but Gregory forced me. You just got to do exactly what I tell you to do. No matter what."

Matt thought it over for exactly two seconds. "OK, I'm in. Or out, or whatever. Just tell me what I have to do."

Lim stood him up, naked, and taped his hands behind his back again, using the same kind of tape as before. Securely. For real. No playacting here. Matt began to get worried. He thought it might have been a game but, so what, if it's a trick, it couldn't be worse than what he went through already. If Lim betrayed him, well, even Mindy betrayed him. And if not, well, he'd be her boyfriend forever if she wanted. And she is kinda pretty, he thought.

Then the cord around his balls, snug, for real, but not painfully tight. Another rope around that, and she was leading him around like an animal on a leash ... with painful consequences should he resist or fail to follow.

She told him Gregory did this to another boy once about a year ago, to train him. The boy had been "owned" by a man who wanted to get rid of him because he was getting hair on his nipples. The boy was 15 at the time, she said. Anyway, she showed him to keep his head down, as if he were subdued. Watch her hands; she'd point down if she was about to stop, left if she was going to turn left, right if she was going to turn right, and wiggle her fingers if she was gonna go faster, so he could follow.

"And try to whimper a little bit ... you know, say 'ouch' and stuff like I'm hurting you."

She slipped on a pair of sandals. She picked up a small bag, with a couple of ropes hanging out of it, apparently full of bondage stuff. She pulled on a pair of pants, just plain cotton elasticwaist pants which fit her little butt a bit too tight. She took the cord and began to lead poor Matt, whispering a last instruction:

"Don't let on like I ever untied your hands. Wiggle your fingers like you're trying to keep blood in them."

She led him out of the room and up some steps and into the kitchen. Irene was passed out on the living room sofa, naked, and Gregory was sitting in the floor smoking a cigarette. No, it was a joint ... it had to be. It smelled too weird to be a cigarette. Gregory looked up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Matt, frightened and confused, wondering if he was going to be tricked again or what, kept his head lowered. He flickered his fingers just a bit. He moaned when Lim pulled his ball-cord, not acting because it really startled him, hurting just a little bit.

"To the garage," she said.

"Stay inside the house."

"But you said I could do what I want with him. I want to tie him up in the garage."

"Well be sure to gag him." The man was too high or stoned or drunk to reason, and Lim just smiled and waved at him. Her fingers went left and she suddenly turned left to go toward the garage, Matt seeing and anticipating but still saying "ouch" on the way out. She winked at him and said "Shut up", as if he'd asked to have his hands untied or something. Then they were in the garage.

"We got to hurry" she said.

She untied his balls, with a little fumbling, but had not brought a knife for the tape around his wrists. Being in a hurry, she brought out a pair of red girls' pantied with little white dots. Telling him not to argue, she helped him into them, his hands still tied. She helped him into a pair of exercise pants, gray sweat pants that were about his size, which had belonged, she would later tell him, to another girl who was "snatched". Then came a pair of sneakers, without laces. They were a size too big but Matt didn't care. For the first time in two days and a night, he was not naked.

And yet, at any moment, she could turn on him. Gregory could come out and she'd turn on him. Or maybe she was really going to help him escape. But why wouldn't she untie his hands? He knew his hands were the key to escape, the difference between being able to run away and jump and climb and move obstacles, and being a helpless boy walking half naked.

"Oh, Lim, thank you ... thank you ... oh clothes again! Where'd you ..."

"Hush, we've only got minutes."

She tugged at the tape around his wrists once but of course couldn't get it loose without a knife. She smiled, he looked confused seeing her smile, and once again thought she might be about to trick him ... but in a few moments they were running down the alley, and between two houses, and toward a street, she in her little yellow top and her pants and sandals, he in the sweat pants and sneakers ... and the red and white panty which didn't really fit well.

They went to his house, after he got his bearings, and entered through the back door, he showing Lim where the key was kept behind the downspout. His parents weren't home. They wouldn't be back til tomorrow morning. The house was neat and clean as he left it, and he looked at Lim.

"Now will you PLEASE untie my hands?" he asked.

"Not til you help me with my homework," she said, smiling, hugging him, pressing her body to his. "Anything," he said. "It might take all night," she replied. And she took him up to his own room, stripped him, stripped herself, and had her way one more time with the cute naked helpless 13 year old with his hands taped behind his back.