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Tony backed up until he hit the trunk of a big tree and two guys came toward him. These guys were crazy. He and his friends had just been having a little fun, XXXX a few beers in the park and playing some music. Big deal if a couple of people didn't like the music. If they wanted peace and quiet they should have stayed home. It was Tony's constitutional right to play his music as loud as he wanted to! All those beers made him want to take a pee. He couldn't be bothered to use one of the public washrooms; a bush was good enough for him. Ah, that felt better. Except when he emerged from the bushes two of the guys who had complained about the noise where standing in front of him, blocking his path.

Tony tried to push past them they weren't as big as he was, and if they made any trouble he would get his friends and stomp them. That was his thinking until one of the guys pulled a concealed item on him.

"Hey, dude. What's your problem?"

"You are, punk! Now shut up and back up."

Tony was about to yell for his friends, but thought better of it when he was punchedin the stomach.

"Move!"

He starting walking backwards until he backed into the tree, when he noticed that the second guy had some white rope in his hands. Within a minute Tony's hands were tied up in front of him, and his arms were bound to his body. Then his ankles were bound together.

"What the fuck Before he could say anything more a knotted blue bandana was stuffed into his mouth and tied behind his head. "We've had enough noise out of you today, punk."

"MMMMPHHHH." What the hell were these psychos up to? Tony tried to lunge out at them, but with his feet tied together he lost his balance. Down he went on his ass. "OOMMPPHH!" The two guys who had tied him just laughed at him

Tony was getting really pissed off now. These two jerks were going to be sorry that they had messed with him. He yelled an obscenity through his gag and kicked out at them. "FFMMUCKNIMGMASSHOLMES!"

"Temper, temper. Didn't your mama ever wash your mouth out with soap for swearing? And didn't she teach you that it wasn't nice to kick people? Looks like we're going to have to take care of at least one those problems right now." Tony could only struggle futilely while a short piece of rope was tied around his shoes, and a length of rope attached his feet to his hands. "We don,t want you going anywhere, do we? You just sit there like a good boy, and get nice and comfy."

Tony snarled into his gag. Just wait until his friends came looking for him .As if reading his mind, the taller of the two men said, "And don't worry about your friends; they won't be coming looking for you for a while. It seems that there was some trouble with one of their cars. It somehow caught fire in the parking lot. So sad, isn't it?"

"MMMHGLEMMMHPGOM!"

"Sorry, punk, can,t hear what you're saying. I must have become deaf from all that heavy metal that you were playing." Tony mmmphhed into his gag and wiggled around on the ground. OUCH! Something had crawled inside his shorts and bitten him! Damn bugs. He tried to roll away but he was shoved back against the trunk of the tree.

"Trying to go somewhere, punk? I don,t think so." Tony watched with apprehension as the two approached him with more rope. One of them held him down as the other one wound the rope around Tony's body, tying him to the trunk of the big tree. The ropes bit into his chest as he struggled against them. Ouch, another damn bug must have crawled up inside his shorts.

"There, that's better. That should keep you in place for the night."

The night! Tony noticed that the shadows were getting longer and longer. Theses guys weren't going to leave tied up out here all night. They couldn't! "MMMPHHH". Tony stared at them, trying to plead with his eyes.

"Don,t worry, you won't be bored. We know how much you like music, so we brought something for you to listen. The collected works of Puccini. We're sure that you'll enjoy." One of the guys put down a portable CD player on the ground and switched it on. Tony winced at the terrible noise that came out of it. The bastards!

Tony struggled against the ropes that tied him to the tree, but they held fast. Another bug was in his shorts; he could feel it crawling up his thigh. Then he was blindfolded with a bandana. "It's so much easier to concentrate on the music with your eyes closed, isn't it?" "MMWWDONMMLEMEPH!."

Then Tony felt one of the guys sticking his hands inside his shorts, smearing something sticky on his thighs. He grunted as he felt the hands go all the way up to his balls, rubbing the sticky stuff on them, too. What was it? He sniffed. It smelt like honey! NOOO!

"Night night, punk. Sweet dreams. You won't be totally alone, you know. Since you're sitting on top of an anthill, you should have lots of company. And some nice music to listen to as well!"

Tony wailed into his gag as he was left alone. He could feel more bugs crawling inside his shorts. It was going to be a long night.

The End

Tony played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/23/2002