Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda
by
Adonis Plethora

“It’s perfect! And the best part is that the it’s abandoned – the city will sell it to the fraternity for cheap!” Kippy’s excitement was contagious as they headed out to the house.

They all gaped at the spaciousness of the mansion. Kippy walked slowly into the large room and the others followed “Look at all this! Can you just see it, guys? Couches here, tables–”

“Hey, that’s weird.” Joe was feeling the embers in the fireplace. “It’s kinda warm.”

“Look over here!” Bud had sifted through one of the sacks near the fireplace. “Money!” He dug out a stack. He looked around at the other bags. “Three, four, five sacks total. There’s gotta be hundreds of thousands of bucks here!”

Joe moved to the hallway. “We have gotta get out of here! This isn’t good. Whosever money this is will be back. Those ashes – come on. Let’s get outta here!”

“Hey, there was a big bank robbery a few days ago – this is probably where they hid the loot! There’s a reward for it!” Kippy’s face lit up.

A door swung open next to the fireplace, and three men stepped out with their guns pointed at the boys. The first one out scanned the youth, bunched together in fear.

“What kind of reward you think you’ll get? Hands up! Move upstairs.” Looking at his two accomplices, he ordered them. “Make sure they stay up there – and keep ‘em quiet. Then get back down here.” He tosses one of them a large sack. “Here, should be enough to go around.”

They got to the first room at the top of the stairs. “Get in there and strip to your t-shirts and underwear. We gotta make sure you can’t just run off. Two of you in front of the chairs, the other two next to the bed.” The man with the sack spoke as he opened it, pulling out several long coils of thin rope.

Within a few minutes all four boys were bound and cleave gagged: Bud and Kippy, hands tied behind their backs, upper arms pinched together, and ankles secured, were lying face-up on the bed, while Claude and Joe were secured to the two hardback chairs, their wrists and arms held tightly behind them, their chests bound to the chair backs, with their ankles tied together and to the chair legs. All four of the captives puffed through the gags.

“This should keep you boys occupied for a while. It gives us enough time to get on our way.” He grabbed all the clothing and walked out. He laughed as the boys strained, twisting their heads for some relief. The door closed, and all four captives began a full-on assault against their bonds.

“MFF-MFFFF!MFFFFF!” Kippy brushed his face against the pillow, trying to inch his gag away from his mouth. Bud rolled onto his side, moving toward Kippy. Gyrating and twisting, sweat soaking their clothes and bedsheets, they pushed themselves together.

The boys on the chairs rocked side to side, inching themselves closer to each other, working their wrists against the ropes. After an hour, Claude and Joe had jostled themselves so that their hands could touch, working on the ropes of the others’ wrists. The fingering of the cords and the sweat of their bodies gave some movement. They picked up their pace, puffing through the cloths in their mouths, and grunting with every frustrated pull of the rope.

Bud, trying to keep focused on his escape technique, tried to give instructions to Kippy – his muffled words served only to confuse his fellow prisoner. Finally, though, he felt some loosening. He pulled and got even more give in the taut rope. With Kippy frantically separating his wrists as he felt the space that Bud had created, he succeeded in twisting one hand free, then the other. Pulling down the cloth from his mouth, he gasped for air.

“You did it, Bud! I’m free. Here lemme get you out of this.” He turned fully to Bud and tugged his bonds loose. As Bud ungagged himself, they both freed their ankles.

Jumping off the bed, the two raced over to their companions and helped them get untied. They tossed all the ropes and gags on the floor and bed. The four boys collapsed together on the floor.

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