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Dustin, Jeff and Pablo had been best friends since high school and knew each others’ deep, dark secrets. Both Jeff and Dustin knew Pablo had a thing for bondage, and they often took advantage of it by tying Pablo up in various positions, and they would leave him for hours on end while they stayed upstairs playing video games and getting high. However, one day, Dustin and Jeff went one step too far, and Pablo had been plotting revenge on them ever since.

It was a typical Saturday night, and Dustin and Jeff were already stoned out of their minds. Pablo, half-stoned himself, begged Dustin and Jeff to tie him up in the basement of Dustin’s house for an hour. Dustin and Jeff had no problem doing it, and soon Pablo was bound and gagged in his underwear to a chair. Everything was fine, but after an hour passed, Dustin and Jeff didn’t come back down. Pablo watched the clock in the basement slowly change minute-by-minute. Pablo began to worry why his friends weren’t coming down to release him. Little did Pablo know, Dustin and Jeff had gotten so stoned, they XXXX while playing Call of Duty. It wasn’t until eleven o’clock the next morning, nearly twelve hours later, that Dustin and Jeff awoke and realized Pablo was still tied up in the basement.

Weeks passed as Pablo plotted his revenge. He wanted to ensure Dustin and Jeff had forgotten about their little mishap. Pablo wasn’t great at video games, but he concocted the perfect plan to get Dustin and Jeff back, so he spent the ensuing weeks mastering Call of Duty. Finally, Dustin invited Jeff and Pablo to stay over his house while his parents went skiing in Vermont. Pablo was quick to say yes.

As the three best friends sat down to play Call of Duty, Pablo spoke up and said, “What do you say we place a little bet on the game?”

Dustin and Jeff laughed heartily at Pablo. Dustin said, “Are you crazy? You suck as video games.”

Assuming Jeff knew what Pablo wanted, he replied, “Pablo, if you just want us to tie you up, you don’t need to lose. We can do that right now if you want.”

Pablo responded, “I know that guys, but I’d rather we compete to see who wins. And the winner gets to do whatever he wants to the losers. Deal?”

Dustin and Jeff both accepted in unison, and the game was on. It didn’t take long to realize that Pablo had been practicing his Call of Duty skills, because less than ten minutes later, both Dustin and Jeff had been defeated by Pablo.

“Holy crap,” Dustin said in shock, “When the hell did you get that good?”

“I’ve been practicing,” Pablo said with a cocky grin.

“I think we’ve been hustled,” Jeff admonished, slightly annoyed.

“Guess so, but a deal’s a deal,” Pablo said, “now take off your shirts.”

Dustin and Jeff did as they were told and removed their shirts. Pablo reached for the gym bag he brought with him and unzipped it. Inside were several hundred feet of rope, bandanas and duct tape.

“Oh hell no,” Jeff shouted. Jeff had never been tied up before, and the sheer thought of it unnerved him. Dustin, on the other hand, would let Pablo tie him up on occasion when Pablo was in the mood. It didn’t excite him in any way, but Dustin was the kind of friend who would go along for the ride.

“Come on, man, we agreed,” Dustin said.

“No way,” Jeff replied defiantly, “There’s no way I’m letting him tie me up.”

“Okay…then I guess I’ll have to help him,” Dustin said, and immediately pounced on top of Jeff.

Jeff fought valiantly, but it wasn’t long before Dustin had Jeff pinned down. Jeff was a lot smaller than Dustin, and Dustin worked out regularly. As Jeff struggled fruitlessly on the ground, he wished he would’ve gone to the gym more often.

As Dustin held Jeff down, Pablo went to work tying Jeff’s wrists behind his back. Jeff tried to thrash about, flailing his legs violently, but it didn’t do him any good. Once his wrists were properly secured, Jeff began to panic.

“Guys, come on. This isn’t cool, This isn’t MMMMPPHHH!”

Pablo tugged the bandana tightly around Jeff’s head and tied a square knot in the back. As Jeff dribbled some inaudible curses at Pablo and Dustin, Pablo grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it around Jeff’s head several times. With a proper gag in place, Jeff’s frustrations were muted to the point of inaudibility.

Dustin stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow. “That was way more work than it should’ve been.” Dustin looked down at the angry glare Jeff shot at him. Dustin gave him a playful kick into the ribs and laughed.

“Okay, Dustin. Your turn,” Pablo said.

Dustin nodded in compliance, then turned around and put his hands behind his back. Since he wasn’t fighting back, it took no more than a couple minutes before Dustin’s hands were tied behind his back and he was gagged in the exact same manner as Jeff.

Pablo reached down and pulled Jeff to his feet. Jeff’s complaints were muffled completely, and Pablo laughed in spite of them.

“I’m sorry, Jeff, I can’t hear a word you’re saying. Now, want you guys to take a good look at each other…because we’re just getting started.”

An angry Jeff and a content Dustin stared at one another. Jeff was livid at the situation he was in: bound a gagged wearing nothing but his shorts, and worse, XXXX into this position by his so-called best friends. He had felt completely betrayed, even though a small part of him was blaming himself for agreeing to the best. Dustin was completely comfortable in their situation. In fact, the sight of Jeff bare-chested, bound and gagged, was actually turning him on.

As the flashes went off with Pablo’s camera, Justin turned in his direction and turned red with embarrassment. “MMMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPHHH!”

“Sorry, Jeff. All part of losing the bet,” Pablo said. “Now for the next part.”

Pablo approached Jeff and XXXX him to sit down. He then went about wrapping rope about Jeff’s ankles. Jeff fought back as best he could, but it was a losing battle at this point. Dustin sat down willingly and watched as Pablo craftily tied his ankles to his thighs.

“Looking good guys,” Pablo said as he sat back and admired his work. After taking several more pictures, Pablo reached into his bag and pulled out an extremely long piece of rope.”

“And now for the coup de grace.”

Pablo positioned Dustin and Jeff so they were sitting back-to-back. Pablo took the long piece of rope and wrapped it many timed around their chest and arms. Jeff continued his muffled complaining, but that only fueled Pablo’s fire. Pablo was used to being on the receiving end of rope, and it was particularly thrilling for him to not only being tying up Dustin again, but to be tying Jeff as well.

“Okay, I think that’s good enough, don’t you agree,” Pablo asked.

Dustin and Jeff both looked up at their best friend, and now captor, in acknowledgement. Jeff struggled against the ropes, but he couldn’t get free. Dustin sat there, still enjoying the situation he was experiencing.

“Now, I have a little confession to make,” Pablo said to his captives, “Jeff, you were right. I did hustle you guys. I’ve been playing Call of Duty for weeks to make sure I could beat you, and for good reason. I’ve wanted to tie you guys up ever since that night you got stoned out of your minds and left me in the basement all night and morning. By the time you guys untied me, my muscles were screaming from pain and exhaustion. Tonight, you guys are finally gonna get to feel what that’s like. Good night.”

The enjoyment in Dustin’s faced washed away like wave on the shore. Surely, Pablo wouldn’t leave them like this all night. Dustin tried to speak up, but the bandana and duct tape firmly kept him from doing so.

Pablo shut the light off, and the last thing Dustin and Jeff heard were the sounds of Pablo ascending the staircase.

Jeff began to thrash about immediately, but Dustin remained calm. Pablo was the nicest of the three of them, so Dustin was confident Pablo wouldn’t leave them bound and gagged to one another all night. But as the silence of the night crept on, Dustin began to lose faith in his theory.

As the twilight continued outside the windows, Jeff exerted every ounce of energy he could trying to get free. He twisted his fingers every which way possible without breaking them, desperately looking for a knot. However, Pablo had hidden them so well that there was no way for Jeff to reach them. Dustin began to search as well, but he knew Pablo was a master at rope and wouldn’t leave them such an easy escape.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, Jeff and Dustin were drenched in their own sweat and exhaustion. Their hands and feet were still tied perfectly, and even though the rope around their chests slid down to their stomachs, thanks to their struggling and sweating, it was still holding them together.

With no strength left in his body, Jeff did the only thing left he could.

“MMMMPPPPPHHHH!!! MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH!!!” Jeff shouted, hoping and praying someone outside would hear him. Of course, since it was winter, all the windows in the house were closed and properly locked, leaving no chance for anyone to hear Jeff’s cries.

Dustin continued trying to escape, but his muscles were sore beyond belief, worse than any workout he’d ever done. Still, Dustin wasn’t a quitter, and even though he knew him and Jeff were getting what they deserved for what they did to Pablo, Dustin didn’t want Pablo coming downstairs to have the satisfaction of finding him and Jeff still bound and gagged.

However, as eleven o’clock rolled around and Pablo came downstairs, he found Dustin and Jeff exactly as he left them.

“Wow, you guys look completely exhausted,” Pablo said, “Kind of like I did when you finally came around to untying me in the basement. I guess it’s safe to say you guys have learned your lesson.”

Both Dustin and Jeff nodded. They were completely spent and would agree to just about anything so Pablo would let them go.

“Good. So…I’m gonna head out and meet a couple friends for brunch. I hope you don’t mind staying that way for a little while longer. Don’t worry, Dustin, I’ve got your house keys. Oh…and I’m borrowing your car. See you in a bit.”

Dustin and Jeff protested in unison as they watched Pablo walk out the front door. As they heard Dustin’s car pull off, they both lie on their sides in complete frustration. Jeff was convinced his friendship with Pablo was over. Dustin, though, began imagining his revenge, and he was more than confident that Jeff would want to be a part of it.

THE END

Model: Chad

Model: Uriah

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/11/2011