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Jeff walked out of the dark movie theater into the afternoon sunlight humming the movie’s theme and wishing that he could be that hero riding off into the sunset. All of a sudden a strong hand grabbed him by the arm and he felt a painful stab against his ribs.

“Okay Peter, you're coming with us.”

Jeff just had time to look down and see the concealed item pressing against his ribs. Then another hand grabbed Jeff’s other arm really hard.

“And don't you think about giving us no trouble, Petey boy.”

Shock, confusion and bewilderment all rushed into Jeff’s mind at the same time. Both men were really big and they both had hairy faces and mirror sunglasses over their eyes so Jeff could see his own frightened reflection while he tried to find his voice.

“But…but my name’s not Peter,” he tried to tell them, but his voice was cut off by another stab of the concealed item into his ribs and the tightening of the two big hands around his arms as the two big guys propelled him forward.

“Shut your mouth!” the second guy said.

Jeff wanted to pull away from the two men, he wanted to yell for help, he wanted to be a hero like in that movie, but he couldn't find his voice as his legs started walking on their own as the two men pulled Jeff off of the sidewalk into a narrow alley.

At the other end of the alley there was a dark van parked behind the building and as Jeff was dragged toward it the side door opened like the mouth of a cave and the two men pushed Jeff inside the van.

Inside the dark van Jeff was pushed down into a seat and then the second man grabbed his arms and pulled them back behind the seat until Jeff cried out in pain. Then the van started to drive away and Jeff heard himself begging “Please, you've got to listen to me!”

“Who told you to talk?” the first man asked angrily as he grabbed Jeff’s nose and pinched it shut until Jeff had to open his mouth to breathe. Then the man started stuffing what looked like a long tube of cotton into Jeff’s open mouth.

Was that a sock? Was he putting somebody’s sock into my mouth? Jeff started to gag on the thought while more and more of the damp cotton was being crowded inside his mouth to XXXX his tongue and spread Jeff’s lips. Jeff didn't want somebody’s dirty sock inside his mouth, but before his tongue could push it back out, the first man started pressing strips of red tape all over his spread lips and cheeks.

Jeff moaned into the sock and tried moving his head from side to side to avoid the sticky tape, but the hairy man in the shiny glasses was none too gentle as he XXXX one strip of heavy tape after another over Jeff’s face until his mouth was completely sealed.

By this time Jeff was really scared and his eyes were jerking all around and he was breathing really hard through his nose. This couldn't really be happening to him! Who were these guys? Why were they doing this to him? Taking him didn't make any sense. His Dad just worked in a stupid office and Jeff had to get a scholarship to go to college.

Then Jeff saw the first man draw a big bandanna and a little bottle of something out of his pocket. “We got us a long trip so you better have a few sniffs of this.”

Jeff shook his head violently from side to side and begged with his sock stuffed mouth. He didn't want to sniff anything! But the second guy just laughed in Jeff’s ear and held his arms really tight so that Jeff couldn't struggle too much while the first guy also smiled and poured some liquid stuff out of the bottle onto the gathered bandanna. “Don’t worry kid, it smells kind of nice,” the first guy kept smiling as he moved the damp cloth toward Jeff’s face.

The man lied! That bandanna smelled really gross and it was XXXX Jeff as the smiling man pressed more and more of the damp cloth over Jeff’s nose. And then everything started spinning around and Jeff started getting dizzy, and then everything went really dark.

When Jeff woke up again he was still really groggy so it took him several minutes to realize that he was now in a house somewhere, he had been stripped down to just his boxer shorts and his A-shirt, and now there were tight ropes tied around his wrists, arms and chest.

“Well, XXXX beauty’s finally awake.”

Jeff looked up and his heart sunk as he saw the two big guys coming toward him.

“Come on Peter, time to smile for the birdy,” the second on laughed.

Jeff tried again to tell the two men that he wasn't Peter, but the swollen soggy sock inside his mouth wouldn't let him make any more than gurgling sounds way back in his throat.

The first guy turned Jeff around on the bed and made him face toward the second guy who was now aiming a camera at him. “We want Mommy and Daddy to know we mean business so you better look scared.” The first guy advised as he wrapped a big hand around Jeff’s taped over mouth and aimed the concealed item at Jeff’s head.

“Oh yea!” the second guy rejoiced as the flash popped in Jeff’s eyes again and again. “He looks really scared.”

“That’s enough sXXXXXXXX. Get the ropes,” the first guy ordered.

Then both guys pounced on Jeff and tied his ankles and knees really tight with their harsh ropes. “Yea, that ought to hold you.” The second guy announced.

“Don’t get any smart ideas,” the first guy advised.

Then both of the men went out of the room and left Jeff all alone.

At first Jeff didn't dare to even move. But then when the men didn't come back right away, Jeff began struggling on the bed just a little as he tried to wiggle free of the ropes. And then a little more as he tried to get his fingers on the rope knots. And then Jeff finally felt the ropes starting to loosen. Maybe, if he struggled a little harder.

“What do you mean, we got the wrong kid?” Jeff heard the first guy thunder in the next room.

“Keep your voice down,” a third voice cautioned.

All of a sudden the door burst open and the first guy and the second guy came into the room and looked very angry as they confronted Jeff.

“Why didn't you tell us you were the wrong kid?”

Strong hands pushed Jeff back down onto the bed. And then more ropes were tied tightly between his wrists and his ankles so that Jeff could hardly move at all.

“That’s just so you don't get any smart ideas!” the first guy snarled at Jeff.

“What do we do with him after we get the right kid?” the second guy wanted to know.

“Wait and see. Maybe we'll have to get rid of them both at the same time.”

Then the door closed and Jeff was left alone again.

Jeff had never been this scared in his whole young life. He strained and he struggled, but the tight ropes wouldn't let him go. Already he could feel them cutting into his tender skin, but he just had to find some way to escape from them. So then he struggled even harder and harder until his body was all oily sweat and his breaths were coming hard through his nose.

Then Jeff heard a commotion coming from the next room and through the open doorway he caught just a gXXXXse of a slight well-dressed young man who had a dark hood pulled down over his head being dragged into the other room by the two men.

A few moments later the first man poked his head into Jeff’s room and smiled at him. “Don’t worry buddy, it won't be long now.”

THE END

Jeff played by Mitch

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/25/2005

Tags: cleave gag, chair tied, gagged, bad guy, dominated, story, tape gag, blindfold