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Reece Shearsmith | Making of | Inside No. 9 Kid/Nap
Reece gives an acting note to Daniel Mays
Now, it’s your call, Dominic. I know it’s a lot to ask.
Noah + Oliver origin story omg
●♤ are you really that stupid? ♤●
Whumper- Oliver; mafia boss (•♤•)
Whumpee- Noah; sucky assasin (•♡•)
⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️
Kidnapping, assassination attempt, nsfw whump, intimate whumper, torture, ransom money, hypno, conditioning
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Noah checked his pocket discreetly; yep, the knife was still there. He followed behind the mafia boss he'd been working for for months. They headed down a rather shady street; dimmed lamplights, cracked sidewalks- you get the picture.
He took the knife from his pocket, starting to follow closer, closer, closer. He trailed barely a foot behind him until they reached a spot without a lamplight.
He finally dove at Oliver, aiming the knife right at the side of his neck.
Oliver whipped around and caught Noah's wrist firmly, then pinned him against the solid brick wall to their right.
Fuck.
"Ack- sir! I- I can explain!" Noah cried, letting the knife clatter to the sidewalk. He kicked his legs frantically as Oliver dragged him up the wall so that they were eye level.
"Noah, dear," Oliver spoke slow, shaking his head with dissaproval. "are you really that stupid? You think you can take me out like I'm some fucking- prey or something?"
"I'm- it- I wasn't-"
"I always thought you were a spy, this just confirms it." Oliver chuckled, pushing one hand against Noah's chest as he reached down for the knife. "Who do you work for, Noah?"
"Th-the Nameless! I was sent to assassinate y-you." Noah blurted as Oliver grabbed each of his shoulders again, the knife now pointed up at his throat. If Noah's head relaxed downwards, the weapon would be in his neck.
"That easy, huh? I don't even have to bring you home, I can kill you now, really." Oliver pushed the knife closer. Noah craned his neck away, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Nononono!" He cried, heart thumping out of his chest.
The knife never met his throat. Noah opened his eyes slowly.
"Or,
Ill give you two options, boy. You either die right here, a quick jab to the neck, or you can come home with me. I need a new pet anyways." Noah felt shivers run down his spine at the word. Pet? What the hell? What does that mean?
It had to be better than dying, right?
"So, what's it gonna be, pretty boy?" Oliver ghosted the blade across Noah's throat. He shivered at the usage of 'pretty boy.'
"The second one!" Noah squeaked out, feeling the knife's tip graze his throat. Immediately, his feet hit the ground.
"Good choice." Oliver grinned, running his unarmed hand through Noah's curly hair. "Close your eyes, this'll hurt."
Noah stared blankly at the other man.
"Close your eyes."
Noah finally listened, anxiety coursing through him. Only a second after, he was gripped harshly from the back by his hair.
His eyes shot back open. "Ow, wh-"
His head flew at the brick wall, hitting with a thud. He let out a scream, eyes watering immediatelyas his nose was nearly broken. The first hit didn't quite knock him out, so Oliver dropped him. Noah let out a cry before he hit the sidewalk.
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He woke up what felt like an eternity later, dazed. He had gone blind. He couldn't see anything, regardless of how much he blinked.
Had Oliver accidently done this? Or had he skewered Noah's eyes out with a hunting knife to try and handicap him? No, nothing really hurt besides his forehead and his nose. What if it was residual brain damage from the impact?
Panic surged through his body, and he cried out wordlessly.
In his terror, he attempted to flail and found his hands were bound together. He tried his legs; the same.
Finally, he noticed the low hum in his ears and the rumble shaking his environment.
He wasn't blind, he was in a trunk.
"Help!" Noah screamed with all the air in his lungs, thrashing in the confined space.
A muffled voice called back to him, "We're almost home, love. Go back to sleep."
"G- get me outta here!" Noah cried, kicking his bound legs.
"Back to sleep." Oliver repeated more sternly.
Noah felt the car shake as they hit a bump, and as his head came down against the floor of the trunk, he was unconsious again.
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Hours later, Noah awoke. He opened his eyes to survey his environment. He was in a fucking basement. Great start.
He was tied to a chair via soft, silky, black material. His hands were bound together, then tied around both of his thighs (which were strapped to the chair with a leather belt.)
Aside from the chair, the room held a mattress with some blankets, two dog bowls, a television, a leash hanging off the wall, and, opposite from him, a passageway upstairs and a closed door.
"Oliver? Boss?" He called, his voice shaking. What even was this? A setup for a dog to live in?
Footsteps thrummed slowly down the stairs. Oliver walked to Noah, grinning. "Awake already, dear?" His hand brushed through Noah's curly hair, almost soothingly.
"Oliver, what the fuck am I doing here?" Noah tried to flinch away, but was held in place by his boss gripping his hair suddenly. He only relaxed the grip and pretty Noah again when he ceased his struggles.
"Oh, that question has a variety of answers. Right now? You're talking to me and getting pet. In a bit, we're making a ransom video. And in general?" Oliver's hand trailed down to Noah's cheek. "You're becoming my pet."
Noah did his best not to react to Oliver's touch. "What do you mean by pet?"
Oliver paused and stared at him like he was stupid, replacing the look with a warm smile a second after. His hand went back up to play in Noah's curls. "It's simple, really. You live with and belong to me. I will treat you good and reward you if you comply. If you resist, we head over yonder to the cellar, " he gestured to the closed door beside the stairs, "and you'll get a punishment."
"Belong to you?!" Noah gawked, adrenaline suddenly rushing through him as he struggled at the bindings. "I don't belong to anybody! Let me go!"
Oliver shook his head, puffing a sigh. His hand pulled away from Noah. "We'll have to break that line of thinking later. For now, it's time for your ransom video."
"No. Fuck off! Let me go!" He pulled and twisted at his bonds.
Oliver walked somewhere behind him and returned with a camera and a tri-pod. "If your little organization decides they want you back, they'll pay ransom. Ill send the video to your family too. And- oh! Do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend." Noah's heart sank. Oh, no, poor Aaron. His boyfriend was surely panicking that he was gone, right? Tears flowed past his eyelids. "Nobody in my family has a lot of money... please just let me go."
Oliver nodded. "A boyfriend, huh? I'm sure he misses you. Does he have good money?"
"...no."
"Then it's up to 'The Nameless' to pay your ransom. They'll surely-"
Ding!
Noah's phone chimed in his pocket.
"Oh, you brought me your phone!" Oliver grinned, reaching to pull it out of Noah's pocket. "How sweet, is this him?" Oliver asked, referring to his lock screen. Without waiting for a response, Oliver put the phone beside Noah's right hand. "Unlock it."
Noah shook his head, trying to stop his tears. No way was he going to give this creep access to his phone. "I don't want to."
"That's unfortunate. Unlock it or I'll break your fingers." Oliver prompted, shaking the phone subtly. Noah shivered and drew the pattern to unlock it.
"Let's see, what do we got here?" Noah sniffled as Oliver scrolled. "A message from Aaron? Is that your boyfriend? He says; 'are we still on for tonight? Why won't you respond to my messages?'" Oliver laughed.
"Oh, Aaron..." Noah whispered, hanging his head.
"Let's send him some pictures later! That'll be fun!" Oliver pocketed the phone and went back to his tri-pod, clicking on the camera.
"Hello, friends, family, and co-workers of Noah!" He greeted, blocking Noah from the camera's line of sight.
"Help!" Noah cried out, a sob breaking the word into two syllables. "Help me!"
Oliver backed away, revealing Noah to the sight of the camera. "I have dear Noah here with me. He reallllly misses all of you, doesn't he? Tell them, love."
"Help me! Please!" Noah cried out. "Mom! Dad! Aaron! He's gonna kill me-"
He was stopped as Oliver's thumb pressed against his tongue, the remainder of his fingers against the bottom of his jaw.
"Dont say that, honey! Im not gonna kill you without good reason! And you can go back home if they scrape together- hm, how much do you think, Noah?"
Noah shook his head as best he could in response. How much was a ransom payment even supposed to be?
"Give me a number between $250,000 and $400,000." Noah's jaw was released, granting him the ability to speak.
"Uh- uhm-" Noah looked directly at the camera. "$250,000?"
Oliver bounced his fingers through Noah's hair. "$400,000 it is! Ill expect the money by... let's say two weeks from now?"
"They don't have the fucking money!" Noah sobbed, struggling feverently. "Please let me go! I won't tell anyone!"
"Do I have to gag you, love?" Oliver whipped around.
"No, please..." Noah shrunk back in his seat, lowering his voice. When Oliver gave a small nod and approached the camera, Noah spoke again, "Aaron... I'm sorry. I love you so much..."
The camera beeped and was off. Noah cried out in despair, losing his only possible contact to the outside world. Oliver turned to him and crouched, holding him by the soft material binding his hands.
"Noah. Im going to untie you. You will not fight me, you're gonna come with me to the bed, okay?" Oliver's peircing eyes met Noah's.
Noah shook his head. "No, f-fuck off. Ill never just obey you like that..." He talked of, having a silent sob. "Oliver, they won't be able to pay..."
"First of all, you don't tell me no." A had wrapped threateningly around his throat, but didn't squeeze. "Second, what about your little organization? They're pretty rich, from what I hear."
"I- I guess..." Noah sniffled, watching as Oliver carefully untied him. He lifted his hands slowly, glad to have the movement back, and waited as the belt keeping his legs in place was removed.
"Come here." Oliver helped him up, practically carrying him to the bed. Noah collapsed into a ball, tucking his head between his knees and wrapping his hands around the back of his head.
"Shh, I know, baby." Oliver's hand settled on Noah's back, rubbing up and down.
Noah tried to ignore the way Oliver said 'baby.' He tried to squeeze his eyes closed and pretend it was Aaron and not Oliver. That he was at his apartment getting a back rub from his boyfriend. That he wasn't being held for ransom in the basement of the man he was sent to kill.
It was hard.
"Noah, its alright... I've got you." Oliver whispered, snaking his hand between Noah's chest and legs. Noah let out a feeble whine as he was forcefully dragged back against the other's chest and into his lap. "Like i said, Noah. Im not gonna hurt you as long as you don't make me."
"How do i know that..?" Noah whispered, trying to arch away from his captor. Suddenly, Oliver's arms pulled him very tight, keeping him in place. Something twitched against his rear.
"F-fuck." Oliver breathed directly in Noah's ear, gripping his hips with bruising strength. Noah whimpered as a hand moved down his thigh. Fingers brushed against his clothed cock gently.
He was beginning to finally understand what Oliver meant by 'pet.'
"No-!" Noah cried, throwing his elbow back into Oliver's ribcage. Oliver let out a grunt, leaning back for a second.
Noah took this as his chance. He rolled forward onto his hands and knees, ready to push up to his feet.
That was until a hand gripped the back of his neck. "Noah. Stay perfectly still."
Noah obeyed out of fear, hearing the dangerous edge to Oliver's voice.
"Good pet. Now, I'm not going to punish you right now. I'll save all your punishments until the end of the day, then we'll go to the punishment room and you'll pay for your mistakes. I won't take my anger out on you until then." He grabbed Noah by the armpits and pulled him up onto his knees, then back against his chest once more.
"Im not your fucking pet..." Noah spat defiantly, though he didn't dare move.
"I understand why you say this things, my love." Oliver soothed, rubbing his hand against Noah's dick again. Noah squirmed a bit, though Oliver seemed to ignore it. "You aren't used to living like this yet. I have something that might help with that."
The lights turned off and the TV clicked on and a black and white spiral began to swirl in the center endlessly.
"Were going to try some hypnotism. Keep your eyes on the center of the spiral. If you disobey, ill give you an extra whipping tonight." Oliver's free hand rested in Noah's hair, playing with it.
Noah obeyed, intimidated by his threat. His eyes settled on the screen and tried to relax against Oliver.
"You're a good boy." Oliver spoke into his ear, his voice gentle.
"Huh? Wh-" Noah began. His eyes nearly broke from the screen to look back at his captor.
"Shh, shh. Just relax and listen," Oliver interrupted. "You're my good boy. You belong to me."
Noah was made uncomfortable by Oliver's words, but didn't bother to move. He focused on the spiral and not his captor.
"My puppy, my pet... just relax, be calm...." Oliver's sentences seemed fuzzy and far away as he watched the spiral. Eventually, his vision started to blur. Noah was only vaguely aware as Oliver's fingers applied more pressure to his clothed dick. He didn't even react. Slowly but surely, his brain effectively shut off, leaving him staring doe-eyed at the spiral.
Round, round and round...
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Oliver mumbled sweet words into Noah's ear, noting the way he rarely ever responded. When the boy did respond, it was a simple "mm" in reaction to what Oliver had said.
It was going on two hours of this when Noah stirred slightly. Noah shushed him slightly, moving his hand in gentle circles against the other's scalp.
"You love it when I do this. You would do anything to behave and cuddle up next to me, wouldn't you?" Oliver peeked around to check on Noah, seeing his unfocused eyes and mouth hanging slightly open. A grin split Oliver's face at the sight.
Noah was finally behaving, how exciting! Even if he didn't know it, Noah's brain was being fed his words and internallising a great deal of them.
"My pet, you love being my pretty little thing; my object- my property. You fucking love it. Dumb little thing~"
After about another half hour, Oliver picked up the TV remote again.
"Noah, dear? Feel free to look away from the screen, if you'd like. I'll turn the TV off in a bit." His hand groped at the pudge of the other boy's inner thigh.
The boy shifted slightly in his lap, signaling his refocus.
•♡•
Noah blinked a couple times. Had he zoned out? For how long? It could have been hours. He shifted slightly against his master-
What?
Why did that thought even cross his mind? He brushed it off as an unwanted intrusive thought, sitting up.
He looked around, startled as the world spun in his vision. Toppling back into Oliver's lap, he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Your eyes are gonna be weird for a few minutes, keep them shut if that feels better." The low voice cooed, giving him some comfort. Since when did his voice comfort him?
"How do you feel, pet? Any different?" Oliver prompted, resting both of his hands on Noah's sides. They moved up and down soothingly.
"No, sir, I feel fine-" Noah paused, his face heating up when he realized what he said. "I-I mean-"
"Good boy," Oliver interrupted, his hand swooping up to cover Noah's mouth. "It's working, I see."
Noah slowly opened his eyes, his vision evening out. The TV was off finally, leaving the two in the darkness.
"Whaddya say we get back you back to your cage, yeah?" Oliver lifted Noah carefully.
"Of course,
Sir."
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Dylan had no idea he was secretly being stalked by a man with a hard fetish for tying up young boys. He narrowed his victims picking out the pretty ones that dressed nicely. His favorite clothes were layers so he can slowly peel them off a boy exposing him while watching his modesty arouse him hard for further treatment as necessary. He watched Dylan dress in his favorite color blue, and knew then he had to have him hehehehe!!
Dylan knew Steve who invited him over for a game of Dungeons & Dragons lol; what a perfect setting for grabbing hot young Dylan when he least expects it. Steve asked Dylan to play a round of truth or dare to make the role playing more real; he awkwardly agreed, and when Steve asked boldly if he could tie him up, Dylan felt trapped unsure of what to say. Steve assured this was a nothing more than a escape challenge.
Steve faced Dylan against the wall and held his wrists behind his back. Dylan felt his crotch stiffen & couldn’t believe Steve’s strength; he felt helpless and vulnerable. The thin tight ropes lashed up Dylan’s hands into a tight knot. His worst fears were realized when Steve turned him around and handgagged Dylan with a tight hold & watched his other hand reach down his shirt towards his nipples and pinched them! NOOOO!! MMMMPPHHHHH!!!! Dylan cried and moaned with each pinch. His chest is tender & hard, and it has never been touched like that. Steve slowly felt down his torso unbuttoning every button to open Dylan’s flannel down. Mmmmph! Mmmmmmpphhhmmmphhh!! Good Boy! You stay nice and still ok young pizzy? MmmmMMPPHH!!!!
Dylan was thrown in a trunk and driven deep into the woods. He watched while Steve lashed him up to a tall pole and bound his tight young flesh hard to the wood, it pressing painfully against his back. His hands were bound behind the pole, and Steve tied up his juicy arms too then his knees and legs. Dylan’s pants were sagging down while Steve ran his hand slowly over Dylan’s bound body giving a squeeze there and another there tensing up all his muscles as the ropes ground into him whenever he struggled. He gagged him with a thick white cloth and added a few strips of tape to hush him up. Dylan moaned back and was afraid of what Steve will do to him?
MmmmppphhhMMMMPPPHH!!!! Steve reached down Dylan’s shirt making his pecs even more blushy red. You do have nice thick pecs, my my Dylan. Your legs look mighty yummy too! I’m getting quite hungry now & wanna eat you up hehehehe!! MMMMPPPHHH!!!! Don’t worry I won’t hurt you… maybe just a little? You’ll survive this intact, now let’s slice up your outer layers slowly & check you out. I love the taste of hot roped up young flesh in the evening! Once fully naked, I’ll get out those hungry metal alligator clips & slowly eat up that nice tight tender body of yours until you’re all bloody red. mmmmpph! MMMMPPHH!! Mmmmmppphhhmmmppphhmmmm!!! Dylan begged Steve to let him go and panicked. Oh my bad, I meant blushy red, Dylan. I won’t cut you, just spank tickle & pinch the hell outta you hehe!
MMMMPPPPHHHHPHHMMPPHH!!!!!! Dylan hope he’ll survive the night and watched when Steve took out a knife slither away his beautiful clothes piece by piece, feeling bare naked and vulnerable. He breathed deeply swallowed slowly and cried quietly. A few hours later his body was covered with clips. Steve tied up Dylan’s balls and cock with more rope. After two more clips over his testicles, Steve began milking him slowly. He held his hand over Dylan’s mouth and milked the boy until dry while struggling until he couldn’t move. Dylan felt crucified like Jesus & passed out. He later awoke in a strange dark room in a tight hogtie. It looks like Steve will be keeping him a very long time…
