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Joaquin really believed he was hot shit. Not only was he one of

the only Latino students on campus at the junior college to have

gotten a full scholarship, he was the only freshman member of the

wrestling team at East CC to become pretty much a star

overnight. West, the community college across town, didn't have a

chance to make it into regionals, all because of him, and

everybody knew it. And the girls were all over him, before and

after every match. They didn't know that they didn't have a

chance with him because he was as queer as a three-dollar bill.

But he just sort of flicked away their attention like it was a speck

of dust on his clothes while chuckling things like, "Yeah, OK, that's

cool, I'll let you know."

The whole time, he was secretly in love with a boy from the West

team, who didn't seem to know he existed. A WASP boy named

Sterling. Six feet tall, ruggedly handsome with a buzz-cut, much

taller than he was, a really great wrestler but not as talented as

Joaquin. And they both knew it. And Joaquin's eighteen-year-old

gaydar went into overdrive whenever East and West had a match;

he loved to watch the guy wrestle, and if they actually had a

session together it was all he could do not to fuck the guy right

there on the mat, or start to suck Sterling's cock or stick his

tongue up the kid's gorgeous ass. But he held it together. So he

was thrilled to know that today there was a final match with West,

and that he and Sterling were the front runners and would be

having a go at it to decide who would be sent to finals.

After stepping out of the showers and toweling dry his long black

hair, he stepped into his green singlet, and Joaquin was just about

to fit his feet into his wrestling shoes before a pair of powerful

arms grabbed him from behind, lifting him off the floor and holding

his wrists powerless besides clamping a hand over his mouth

mightily. "I'm from West," a voice said with a gruff whisper, "and

you're not gonna make the meet today." In the blink of an eye,

Joaquin's mouth was tightly cleave-gagged with a white

handkerchief and his hands were roped behind him before his

ankles were tied all the way to the knees. The guy laid Joaquin in

his side and said, "Struggle. Now. I want to see you try to wrestle

your way out of this, big shot."

All Joaquin could do was grunt into his gag and wordlessly turn

from side to side. This continued for a few minutes until the guy

laughed, clamped a hand over Joaquin's mouth with a chuckle

and said, "Wait until you see what's coming next.

To Be Continued?

Joaquin played by Garrett

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/24/2012

tags: tape gag, hog tie, bare feet, singlet