The Guest by Gilroy
25 photos; 3:06 video
I always believed when you have lemons you make lemonade.
So now I have one big lemon sitting bound and gagged on my couch, given me the evil eye. I guess if he wasn’t gagged he’d be cursing me out or pleading or saying stuff like “you’ll never get away with this!”. Thank god for duct tape. It can solve a lot of problems.
I had no idea he was out there, playing junior detective. Doubtless he had beXXXX to suspect me. I guess even when you live out in the boonies, when you are constantly having large boxes go in and out, that would look a little funny. Seems my little smuggling business has finally been found. Lucky me, it was by the lone Hardy boy here.
Caught the little bastard sneaking around my garage with a camera. A quick XXXX to the back fo the head was all it took and he went down. Some tope and he’s trussed up. And then the tape gag. I think I already explained the value fo that.
My guest woke up with a start and di the usual jerk as he tried to move and found he couldn’t. He did the customary grunting as he started to bitch about being tied up and figured out he was gagged as well. Then he went and struggled and groaned through his gag some more, as if that would somehow undo his situation. Silly rabbit. Like he was the first guy I had to keep quiet and out of the way. He wasn't’ going anywhere.
Oops, I had almost forgotten the feet. Actually I hadn’t. But I loved it when they figured out that they weren’t completely helpless and see what they did. Often they tried ot run. And I could see this guy was thinking the same thing by the way he kept looking around for the door. But he also saw me right there and realised his chances were zip to none. Maybe he wasn’t as dumb as he looked. He even only put tup a token resistance when I got around ot binding his legs.
“Mmmmwwmmphee?”, he grunted, probably asking what I was going to do with him. But I didn’t feel like answering. Keeping my eye on him, I grabbed a beer from the kitchen and sat down to watch him squirm.
And squirm he did. He rolled around, he strained and he grunted angrily. He had spirit. I grant him that. He even tried finding and undoing the knots around his wrists when he thought i wasn't looking. he wasn’t going to get loose. Like I said, I knew what I was doing. I knew I could leave him like this for a week and he would still be here when I returned.
But he could hop away if he got a mind too and that wouldn't’ do. I had to make arrangements, make this lemon into sweet lemonade. And so I needed to make sure that he didn't’ move from that spot. Already he had rotten on the floor and was on his knees. He kept looking at me, again weighing his odds. Like I was dumb enough to leave him alone long enough to try hopping up and out the door. He wouldn't’ have rotten anywhere but at my age I don't’ need the exercise.
“MMMMM!” He grunted as I pushed him onto his stomach and bent his legs back. A short span of rope made a good hog tie. The angry moaning escaping his gag made it clear how my guest felt about that.
I left him to stew in his own juices. I knew what would happen. He would struggle even more now. He would roll back and forth. He would strain to get loose. but he wouldn’t. He was trapped, bound and gagged on my floor until I decided he would be let go. And I wouldn't’ decide that for a very long time.
“Hey. Yeah it’s me”, I said after my contact picked up the phone. ”I got an extra. A bit lean but still workable if you train him right. The Brazilian likes them young and blond, right?”
Yep, my guest was about to learn just how extensive my smuggling operation was.
The End
The Guest played by Holden
Photography by Caitiff