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Frank hummed to himself as he walked down the stairs to the basement, carrying the last of the boxes. This was so great! He had just bought a house of his own, in a funky old neighbourhood. A new house, a great job, what more could he ask for? Life was great. He paused for a moment as he heard a rustling sound. What could that be? He turned towards the stairs and stood rooted to the spot in shock, as he saw a man wearing an ill-fitting uniform pointing a concealed item at him.

"Hello, Frank, it’s so good to finally see you again. You have no idea how anxious I have been to meet up with you. I have a bone to pick with you."

"Who, who are you?"

"That’s enough chat, for now, Frankie. Get on your knees and keep your mouth shut, or else!"

With the concealed item pointed straight at his chest, Frank thought that he had no choice but to comply. He put down the box, and reluctantly got down on his knees. Obeying orders he put his hands above his head. His stomach churned as he saw the guy pull out some white rope. He opened his mouth, but shut it again when the concealed item was waved in his face. He bit his lip as his hands were bound in front of him. The guy in the uniform stuck his foot out and dragged a chair over to where Frank was kneeling. Jumping on the chair, he took the ends of the rope that bound Frank’s hand together, and fastened it to an exposed beam in the ceiling.

"There, that’s much better, isn’t it Frank. I like you like that, kneeling there, with your hands tied."

"But, but..who are you? I don’t know MMMMPHHH!"

Frank was silenced as the unknown intruder whipped a knotted bandanna out of the pocket of his uniform trousers, and stuffed it between his teeth. Frank yelped as it was pulled taut, and tied behind his head. Frank could feel his cheeks bulging over the tight band of cloth, and the knot was digging into the back of his head.

"GGMMPHH. MMWHORMMU? GGGMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS?"

"Sssh, Frank. All in good time. But first…..just let me finish fixing you up. Oh, bare feet. How does it feel when I do this? It tickles, doesn’t it? You should try to control your reactions, Frank."

Frank whimpered as his feet were tied together. He shrieked again as the intruder tickled the soles of his feet. Aaagh, they were so sensitive. Frank jerked on the ropes that held his hands above his head, but the rope held firm.

"Hmm, you’re still making too much noise. I can’t have that. What can I do to remedy the situation? Ah, I have just the thing here."

"MMMNNNOO. GGGMMMPLEEZMMDONDOMTHIS." Frank tried to pull his head away as a purple bandanna was wrapped around his mouth. Who was this guy, and why was he doing this to Frank? He talked as if he knew Frank, but Frank didn’t recognize him. He took another look at the intruder. He was wearing a badly fitting uniform, which Frank had initially thought was a police uniform. On closer inspection, it looked more like something a security guard would wear, but something wasn’t right. He strained to get a glimpse at the shoulder patches. They might tell him something.

"I’m cut to the quick that you don’t recognize me, Frank. After all, you wouldn’t have been able to buy this house if it hadn’t been for me. And I was wearing Armani the last time you saw me, instead of this shitty get up. But still, I am hurt that you don’t recognize me."

"GGGMMOHMMGOD!" Frank felt his heart sink. This guy had looked vaguely familiar; now he could place him. Frank had been able to buy the house with the reward money that he had received when information he had provided had lead to the capture of Ray Clemens, master embezzler. But, he knew that Ray was in jail. Oh God, that wasn’t a security guard uniform that Ray was wearing, it was a prison guard uniform!

"Ha, I see that the penny has finally dropped. Thanks to you, I got nabbed the second I stepped off the plane in Toronto. I was so happy when I was incarcerated so close to you. It’s amazing the facilities that we’re allowed in these white-collar prisons. I was able to follow what happened to you on the Internet. I was determined to pay you a visit when I could. I have been a model prisoner up to now. I’m probably not very popular right now, especially with the guard whose uniform I am wearing right now. The poor man is trussed up in the trunk of his car right now, chewing on his underwear. However, I ‘m sure you’re not interested in all of that."

"MMMNOO. MDDONNMDOOTHATMM!" Frank tried to shuffle backwards as Ray advanced towards him, and leaning down, undid the fly of his jeans. Frank whimpered in fear as Ray pulled Frank’s cock and balls out. What was he going to do to him? OH! Frank hadn’t expected this. Ray was gently stroking Frank’s cock. He moaned through his gag as Ray played with him, stroking his cock, jiggling his balls until Frank felt his cock growing. Why was Ray doing this to him?

"Mmmm, yes, that it is very gratifying. You are a good boy, Frank. Now I have a another treat in store for you."

"MMOOHHNNOOO!" Frank cried out as Ray took another long piece of rope and began tying it around his cock and balls. Ray yanked on the rope, and Frank yelled again. Shit, that hurt. Ray smiled as he grabbed the chair, and standing on it once more, tied the end of the rope to the same beam to which Frank’s hands were fastened.

"There, that’s much better. You won’t be running away anywhere soon, will you? I’d thought that we had tied up you up firmly the last time, but obviously I was wrong. This time you won’t be going anywhere."

Frank tried to shift his weight, but when he moved, the rope around his cock and balls pulled. Ohh, this wasn’t fun. He didn’t like this one little bit. What fiendish vengeance did Ray have in store for him?

"I’ve got just one more thing to add. It will be much more fun for me if you can’t see what is going on." Ray was waving a red bandanna in his hand. He let it flutter in front of Frank’s face, drawing one end over Frank’s forehead. He had a devilish grin on his face as he walked behind Frank. Frank saw the bandanna come down in front of his eyes, and then he was in darkness.

Frank knelt in darkness. Minutes passed. Nothing happened. He couldn’t hear anything, not even a rustle. His heart was pounding. What was Ray up to? Was he going to leave Frank like this? Helpless, hands over his head, mouth gagged, cock and balls tied, blindfolded. Frank could feel sweat rolling down his flanks. Then he heard footsteps moving across the concrete floor.

"MMMAGGGGHHNOOO!" That bastard Ray. He was tickling Frank’s feet again. Frank had jerked forward, and felt the rope around his cock pull tight. He steeled himself for another attack on his sensitive soles, but heard Ray walking around him again, circling him. Then his nipples were tweaked. He yelled and jerked again, and once more the rope pulled at his genitals. On and on it went, Ray stroking, tickling, and caressing. Frank was sobbing, giggling and groaning. Through it all, his cock stayed hard.

"Mmm, I think that’s enough of that. I didn’t just come back for vengeance you know. All the time I was in prison, I thought about how hot you looked, all tied up and gagged like that. Now you’ll find out how hot I found you."

"MMMMPPHH? MMMOHHMMYY!" Frank moaned as the rope around his cock was loosened and he felt something warm engulf it. Oh, WOW. Oh, he had never had this done to him before. Oh, it felt so good. OH MY GOD!

"Gee, I wish I could stick around for seconds, but I’m afraid someone is going to find that guard. I used his cuffs and some rope on him, but you never know. Don’t worry, big boy. I’ll let someone know where you are. And don’t worry about me, I’ve still got plenty of cash stashed away. I’ll be fine. I’ll be in touch, Frank. See ya!"

THE END

Frank played by Sam

Photography by Caitiff