Bounda Gaga Kappa by JMZ
22 photos; 2:39 video
I watched him sitting there and admired my handy work. The ropes were knotted perfectly. The rope entangled his body tightly and he was helpless in their grasp. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, with more rope securely hugging his chest. The ankle work was a little more difficult to pull off, he kicked hard at me, but I managed to him under control with a quick smack to the back of his head. The bandana and duct tape muffled his angry cussing, he was completely helpless.
He deserved every thing I was doing to him, for better part of my college career Steve and his friends had harassed constantly. They threatened me and berated me in front of everyone. I always endured with the hopes of getting pledged into their fraternity. I realized that this was never going to happen; they used me to run their errands and do their dirty work with no plans to ever pledge me in. I was hell bent of making them all pay. I stalked the fraternity house for days, making sure to get Steve’s routine, making sure to note the times he was alone.
It was Tuesday afternoon and true to form Steve skipped his economics class why would he go anyways he always had me take notes for him anyways. The house was empty and I watched his shadow move from room to room. I made my move. I walked to the back door and snuck in quietly. I slowly made my way to the living room and waited behind the door.
Steve rounded the corner and saw me, for a moment he seemed surprised but then broke into a sly smile. I pounced on him, taking him by surprise. He struggled and cussed as I subdue him. I could see fear take him over as he realized I was stronger than expected. I stood stunned for a moment realizing there was no turning back. I chuckled as I watched he fear and knew he was going to pay big time.
I grabbed his bare feet and pulled his body into the front room. I tied his hands and chest tightly making sure he had no chance of escape. He came too as I knotted the last knot on his wrists. I quickly covered his big mouth with a bandana and duct tape just as he began to speak. He sat there on the bench perplexed bound and gagged. He looked at me trying to read me, then like a bull out of the pin began to thrash and grunt. He struggled hard as I watched in glee. He screamed inaudible words at me. He scrunched his feet uselessly trying to loosen the binds on his ankles. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
I watched cautiously making sure he would not get loose. This was going to be a long day for him. I listened as footsteps made their way down the stairs I stood behind the wall ready. Part two of my plan was walking down the stairs. Steve screamed and thrashed hard trying to warn his mate of my intentions, if only they knew what my true intentions were.
To be Continued
Steve played by Tom
The Room mate played by Douglas
The Bad Guy played by Rodrigo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/12/2008