The Super By Ivor Ciccone
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"Hello, Mike?", the voice of Chris, resident in apartment # 5, came huskily down the internal phone.
"Yeah, Chris, right? I'd recognise that deep voice of yours anywhere. How you enjoying your new apartment, dude?", asked Mike, who was land lord, security and care taker / janitor in the block.
"I'm loving it, man, but my electricity keeps tripping off, could you come take a look at it for me?", Chris lied.
"Sure, dude. I'll be right up."
Mike had no idea who the real Chris was. As far as he was concerned Chris was a regular guy with a regular job. Wrong! Chris was a thief of the highest degree, a very intelligent guy who had traveled from state to state, around America, moving into apartment blocks, getting himself familiar with the comings & goings of the residents, then emptying their homes of valuables while they were in work. He'd been residing in this particular block for a week and was ready to get to work. He knew that 80% of the tenants were out. And he knew that Mike, the land lord had keys to all of these properties. All he needed to do now was put the cute lookin' security guy on ice, this was Chris' favorite part of his "job"!
There was a XXXX on his door, then Mike opened it and leaned in.
"Hello, Chris?"
Before he knew what hit him Mike had a concealed item at his chest and Chris's hand over his mouth, gripping it tight.
"MMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFFF!"
"You're my property now, Supe!", Chris said, cruelly enjoying capturing poor, unsuspecting Mike.
"Take off your t-shirt, lets see your body".
Mike obliged, wondering where the hell this scene was going.
"Nice, dude, hairy... you a real man!", Chris mocked.
"Now sit down on that chair, boy."
Mike sat, fearing for his life. In no time Chris had the dude tightly bound in white ropes, hands behind his back, arms bound to his torso. Chris got Mike's t-shirt and gagged the land lord.
"Mmmm, you look really good like this, dude!"
"MMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFF!" was all the straight guy could manage with his mouth gagged with the thick white cloth.
"I got some things to attend to, Mikey, don't go anywhere, ok?"
"GGGGRRRRMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!"
Chris ran down to Mikes' office and grabbed the keys he needed, then went to apartment #1 and filled a couple of bags with jewelery, expensive appliances & valuables, then returned to his apartment to offload & grab some more bags.
"You been trying to escape, boy, I see", Chris exclaimed when he saw that Mike had gotten off his chair, he was kneeling on the floor.
"I'm obviously gonna have to put those legs of yours out of action", and with that Chris got out more rope and tightly bound the superintendent's legs together.
More "mmmmmpppppffffffff"ing was all Mike could muster as he rolled around, in bewilderment on the carpet! Chris left once again to fill more bags and once again returned to drop em off & collect more empties.
"Hmn, think we need to add another element to your captivity, dude", he said. And he hogtied the guy, binding his ankles tightly to his bound wrists.
"Have a fun time escapin' dude, I'll be seeing ya!", Chris said and made his final exit, taking all his bags to his car and dumping them then returning to the last apartment with no one home to clear that out.
Poor, roped, superintendent Mike struggled in the ropes admirably, but Chris the crook was obviously an old pro with the rope work. There was no escaping these bonds.
Desperate, Mike struggled over to the window to call for help. He managed to get his head between the blinds & the glass and he began to yell as loud as the stinky old rag in his mouth permitted.
But as he looked to the parking lot below, the only visible person was his captor, throwing bags into his trunk.
Chris happened to look up, as he saw Mikes' gagged face in the window a big, broad smile appeared on his face.
"Bye, supe!", Chris shouted and waved up at him before jumping into his Porsche and speeding away.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!"
The End
Mike played by Roy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2002