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“GMMWHATMMDOING? GGGLLLHEEELLLPPPP!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Some ruffian had XXXX me down as I entered my home. I had struggled with my muscular captor, but to no avail. His heavy but firm body had pinned me to the floor – I could feel his bulging muscles pressing against me through my suit. I squirmed ineffectively beneath his bulk as he pulled my hands behind me and bound them tightly with rope.

“I demand that you unhand me…GGGGGLLLMMMPHH!”

“You’ll keep your trap shut if you know what’s good for you. I’ll put your lights out if you don’t shut up.”

This warning was a trifle superfluous since I was now biting down on a piece of knotted cloth. I had seen it pass before my eyes, and I seemed to be gagged with a bandanna. I did attempt to utter a protest against this impolite treatment, but I was a rewarded with a slap on the back of the head, and something sticky placed over my mouth. Hmm, I detected the scent of duct tape. What else could be so effective at keeping me really quiet? This was no amateur; he meant business. More tape was placed over my eyes. I lay there – my hands tied behind me, gagged and blindfolded, at the mercy of this muscular brute.

“GMMWHATMWANT? GGSSMEANINGMOHMTHIS?”

“Are you stupid? Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet? I guess you want to play rough.”

“MMMOOMMMPHHH! MMMOUCH!”

The fiend struck me, and then I felt his big hands grabbing me and dragging me roughly to my feet. Something hard was shoved into the small of my back. He patted me down, finding the wallet in the back pocket of my trousers. I shuddered as his hand fumbled with the button, squeezing my buttock in his haste. My goodness, but he did have big hands. I wondered what the rest of him was like. I could tell that he was tall and muscular, but what did he look like? Would I ever find out, as was I going to be robbed and left here helpless? Or perhaps something worse would happen to me. My brain was working overtime as I was pushed through my home.

“OK, we’ve gone far enough. Take a seat, mister.”

“MMMOUCH!”

The bastard hadn’t even sat me down on one of my comfy chairs. I could tell that he had made me down on one of the wide window sills that this old house sported.

“GGGMMAAAAHHH! MMNOTSMMTIGHT! GGMINDMSUIT!”

He was winding rope uncomfortably tightly around my knees and ankles. If he ruined my new suit, I was going to be really ticked off. I had just paid a bundle for it, and I didn’t think that my insurance would pay for a new suit.

“You sit there, nice and tight, big boy, while I see what kind of stuff you’ve got lying around this dump. Sheesh, that fancy car you’re driving and that expensive suit of yours made me think that you were loaded, but there doesn’t seem to be much around here. I’m going to find out – let’s hope that you have something worth taking. Otherwise, I’m going to be really pissed off.”

Hmmph, what an unmannerly lout, criticizing my humble abode, whilst an uninvited guest! Not just unmannerly, but a lout with an undiscriminating eye. Why, my Bokhara alone was worth a few grand, and then there were my first editions…hmmm, perhaps I was lucky that he did seem to be such an uncultivated boor. I was quite attached to my precious possessions. In the meantime, I wasn’t going to sit there like a bump on a log. My previous struggles had ticked him off – I was interested to see what he would do if I did manage to get free. Besides, I was a bit uncomfortable – sitting on the hard window sill was likely to give me piles. I tentatively began to test the ropes. Damn, but they were tight. Once again I realized that this fellow was no amateur. He must have done this before.

“Whaddya think you’re doing. I told you to sit tight! Geez, but you are real dimwit, aren’t you?”

“GGGGLLLLLAAAAAAAMMMPHHH!”

He had grabbed my tasteful silk tie and was twisting it in a way that constricting my breathing. He certainly was being quite rough. I felt a familiar twitching. If only I could see what he looked like….

“MMMMOUUUCCHHHHH!”

My wish was answered almost immediately. I had the feeling that my eyebrows were no longer as thick as they had been, but I was finally able to get a good look at my captor. I felt the bandanna tied between my tooth get wetter as my salivary glands went into action. My, but he was a brawny specimen – big and blond and built like a tank. His leather jacket and jeans were unable to conceal his quite spectacular physique. This guy wasn’t a gym bunny; he had got that incredible body either through hard manual labour or from playing sports. It was a good thing that I was gagged – otherwise I would have been drooling in an unbecoming way.

“There, now you won’t be going anywhere. That should keep you safe and sound for quite a while. Now I’ve got to finish going over this joint. You must have SOMETHING worth taking!”

I was a in a pretty pickle. The rope that was around my neck was quite snug – I now had an excellent view of my knees. I also had a raging erection – I could feel myself oozing. Darn, even if my suit wasn’t ruined by the rough usage that I had experienced, it was going to be stained, and stained in most embarrassing place. I tried to shift my body, to make myself more comfortable. If only I had a free hand…but then if my hands were free, this situation wouldn’t be half as much fun. Trussed up and gagged by a handsome, muscular robber. What more could a fellow want? I winced as I heard crashing and smashing sounds. This guy might be a stud, but I had the uneasy feeling that my collection of Sandwich glass was no more. I suppose that it was too much to hope that I would be taken captive by an attractive and erudite thief.

“Damn you, there isn’t anything in this place but a bunch of junk. It was barely worth the cost of gas to follow you here. Come on, tell me where you’ve the good stuff hidden!”

He undid the rope around my neck and then ripped open my shirt and pulled on my necktie. I nearly shot my load when he did this. His huge hands wandered over my body, before he shoved me back into the corner.

“Are you going to tell me where you’ve got the good stuff, or am I going to have to work you over?”

I muttered defiantly through my gag, and glared at him. This fellow was going to find that it would take a lot of working over to make me talk!

The End

Model played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/08/2005