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It was almost 2 AM, but Marc wasn't tired. It had been a great night at the club and he'd

just finished tallying up the cash receipts. $7500! Not bad, for one night. He inserted the

cash into a canvas bag and was about to lock the safe when a voice came out of

nowhere.

"Don't lock that safe," the voice said.

Marc swung around from his desk and saw two men, dressed in dark suits, with black

bandanna masks on their faces, their eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

"What the...?" Marc gasped.

"Stay calm and quiet, and you won't get hurt", the first man said. Marc's eyes froze on

the concealed item aimed at him.

"Stand up, hands in front", the first masked intruder ordered.

Marc stood up and crossed his wrists in front of his crotch. The second man, who hadn't

spoken at all, dropped a small knapsack onto the floor, and removed coils of black and

white rope. Marc held his breath, knowing he was about to be tied up.

His crossed wrists were soon tightly bound in front, and he was pushed down onto the

futon. The two men turned away and discussed something between themselves. They'd

already picked up the cash bag and stuck it into the knapsack. The one who'd tied him

turned towards Marc, holding a long strip of black cloth in his hand.

Marc knew it was a gag, and he didn't like the idea.

"Look, guys, please..just take the cash. I don't have an alarm system, and you

can...MMMMPPPPHHH!!"

Marc's plea was cut off as the black cloth was pulled tightly between his teeth and

knotted off. The cloth bit at the corners of his mouth, but he realized being tied up and

gagged was a better alternative than the concealed item.

"Stand up, please," the one who had tied and gagged him said. At least he's polite, Marc

begrudgingly thought, as he stood up. The man started wrapping coils of rope around

Marc's broad chest, making sure to tightly cinch each coil. Soon, the coils of rope were

worked down his tree-trunk thighs, knees and ankles, even through his ass and linked

to his wrist bonds.

"He needs more gag", the first guy said, and the second grunted in agreement,

removing a roll of wide silver duct tape from his bag. Marc grunted as the tape was

wrapped around his mouth three times. Then he was pushed back down onto the futon.

The two thieves left without another word, and Marc was left helplessly bound and

gagged in his own club. A profitable night had turned into a bondage nightmare!

Model: Ron Jeffries

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/14/2013