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     “Where did you find him?” the man in the suit asked.

Rodney was still feeling light-headed and it was hard for him to focus his eyes or even lift his head up from the floor. His body was so numb that he could barely feel the ropes that were tightly wound around his wrists and chest, but he was almost choking on the wad of cloth that was spreading his mouth apart behind his taped-over lips.

“In the park rest room out on West Highway,” a younger guy who was dressed like a Gypsy sneered down at him.

“Yea,” the other young guy with a Mohawk haircut laughed. “He put on a pretty good show for us before we took him down.”

Rodney blushed and closed his eyes as the memory came rushing back to him. He had only gone into the rest room to relieve himself before he drove back to school. He didn't like such places so he had tried to mind his own business, but his sympathetic eyes were drawn to the Mohawk guy as he pushed the Gypsy boy in a wheelchair into the room behind him.

Rodney had finished his business as quickly as possible and then zipped himself up, but then he realized that the Mohawk was standing on one side of him and then he was surprised to see the Gypsy boy standing on the other side of him.

“Very nice, big boy. We've been waiting for you.”

“What? What're you talking about?” Rodney was still confused by seeing the Gypsy boy up out of the wheelchair and walking.

Suddenly the Mohawk grabbed Rodney’s arms and held them behind his back.

Rodney wasn't afraid. He was bigger than either of the two boys and he knew he could take both of them in a fair fight. But then the Gypsy boy shoved a big loose bandanna against Rodney’s face. The bandanna was all damp and smelled horribly sweet. Rodney gagged on the sweetness and he tried to twist his face away from the damp cloth.

But then the Gypsy boy’s other hand grabbed Rodney between his legs and began palming and rubbing the bulge in Rodney’s shorts.

Rodney gasped and cried out in shock. Then a whole head full of those sweet fumes rushed into his nose and dazed his brain. And then something very strange happened to Rodney. Even while the rest of his body was starting to get very weak, his hard woody kept getting harder and harder against the Gypsy boy’s rubbing hand.

The next thing Rodney knew he was sitting in the wheelchair with a blanket pulled up over him and a scarf wound around his head so no one could see his face.

“No, no I don't want to,” the dazed Rodney tried to protest.

But then the damp bandanna was being pressed over his nose again and that strange sweet smell was making his eyes so XXXX.

“That’s right, big boy, breathe it all in.”

That was the last thing Rodney remembered before he woke up in this strange house. Now Rodney looked up at the three smiling faces that were looking down at him and he tried to beg into the mouthful of cloth for them to please let him go.

“Does he do any tricks?” the man in the suit wanted to know.

Rodney shook his head from side to side while his eyes watched the Mohawk slide his leather belt out of his jeans and double it in his hands. Then he saw the smiling Gypsy boy pointing a camera at him.

“Come on boy! Sit up, sit up!”

Rodney saw the threatening way that the Mohawk was holding his belt and so he hoped that maybe he could please these guys and then they would let him go. So Rodney swallowed his pride and then worked his tied body up onto his knees while the laughing Gypsy clicked away at him with his camera.

“Good boy!” Mohawk half laughed. “Now lie down. Lie down!”

A little moan rose up out of Rodney’s throat as he strained to move his tied body down onto the hard floor.

“Nice puppy, nice,” Mohawk said in a nice way.

“Better tie those feet,” the Suit suggested. “We don't want him to get hurt by accident.”

“Good idea!” the Gypsy laughed and then sat down on Rodney’s chest to pin him down on the floor while the Mohawk hurried to tie Rodney’s ankles tightly together.

The effects of the rag were beginning to wear off and now all of the ropes were starting to hurt as they bit into Rodney’s skin. At the same time Rodney’s brain was racing and trying to think of some way out of this mess, but he didn't have any good ideas yet.

“Roll over Big Boy. Roll over for Daddy,” Mohawk ordered.

Rodney sighed into the soggy mess that was filling up his mouth and fought against the tears of frustration that he could feel building up in the corners of his eyes as he rolled over again and again for the sXXXXping camera.

“That’s enough pictures!” the Suit decided. “Now tie him up good.”

Mohawk and Gypsy pounced on Rodney’s helpless body, bent his legs up behind his back, and then started wrapping more of their cruel ropes around him.

Then the two laughing boys left Rodney lying on his sore crotch and followed the Suit into the other room.

Rodney didn't know where they were going or how long they would be gone, but now might be his only chance to get away. So Rodney used all of his powerful muscles as he struggled against the tight ropes. And he rolled all around on the floor, trying to find some way to escape.

But Rodney had no chance. Those two laughing boys really knew how to tie knots. And all Rodney got for his trouble was a lot of sweat, a lot of pain and a lot of tears.

And then the Suit, the Mohawk and the Gypsy all came back into the room. And all three of them were smiling down at Rodney.

“I have good news for you young man,” the Suit said. “I've found a very good buyer for you. How do you feel about farm work?”

Farm work! Rodney XXXXd on the drool running down his throat. What kind of farm work?

THE END

Rodney played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/06/05