XXXX Talk by Caitiff
27 photos; 5:44 video
In hindsight, Mark should have kept his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized the consequences of his actions. But his dad has cut him off and Mark was mad. The old man had tonnes of money. After a few beers, Mark’s better judgment took a holiday. he was bitching to his friends about sorry his dad would be if Mark were to be taken. Yeah that would show his dad. Mark and his new buddies could fake Mark’s takening and collect a huge wad of cash.
By the time the XXXX were finished with him, Mark was too XXXX to drive or barely stand. He hadn’t meant a word of what he had said, of course. But the guys he had met at the bar didn't’ know that. They decided right then a and there that Mark had a great idea.
They took the barely conscious Mark to Mark’s house. They would have to make it look realistic of course. So they tied Mark up. Lengths of rope were wound around Mark’s wrist, nice and tight. Then more rope was used to tie up Mark’s ankles. Now even if they put Mark on a polygraph, he could say honestly he was held prisoner.
Mark of course was still XXXX and didn't’ put up any kind of fight as he was bound hand and foot.
“Is that it? Should we wake him up?”
“No,we need to gag him too. It’s not bondage if he ain’t gagged. Hand me that bandanna over there.”
They stuffed the filthy rag into Mark’s mouth. They slapped duct tape over Mark’s mouth to make sure the bandanna stayed in. Then just to cover their bases they took an old t-shirt and tied around mark’s head to make sure that Mark couldn’t get the tape off.
“Uhh if he’s gagged, how will he tell us his plan?”
“Don't’ worry, the other shanghaier said, “He explained it all in the bar, remember? “
Following Mark’s rambling an barely coherent plan, the two men took pictures of Mark and then left to mail their demands to mark’s father. If things worked out as Mark said, they could just leave Mark here to be found later.
The men, still pretty XXXX, left mark bound and gagged on the bed.
“Mmmmm...”, by this time Mark was slowly coming out of his stupor.
The first thing Mark realized as he painfully came back to consciousness, was his head was pounding. The second was that he couldn’t move his hands nor feet.
“Mmmmffaa? Mmmmppphh!”, Mark let out an angry grunt, finding he was well gagged. There was a foul tasting rag shoved into his mouth. He tried to push it out with his tongue but there was tape holding it in, pressed tight against his face by another rag.
What the hell had happened last night? He could see waking up next to some strange woman but tied up?!
Mark began working at the ropes binding his hands but after several attempts could find no slack. Nor could he find any knots. The ropes around his feet were no less tight. All Mark could do was roll from side to side as he struggled to get free. But as he did it soon became more and more apparent that he wasn’t going to get free.
Hours passed with no luck. The rag in his mouth seemed like a solid lump of saliva. None of his neighbors seemed to heart his gagged cries for help. All he had really managed to do was slip his hands over his ass, leaving him in an even more uncomfortable position.
Then his phone rang. Mark couldn’t answer it of course. Finally the answering machine picked up.
“Mark, this is your father...”
“Mmmmmm!”, Mark grunted through his gag, even though he knew his father couldn't’ hear him.
His father continued, “ Do you think I’m an idiot? I cut you off and then I get a ransom demand? And the pics are you in your apartment?! Well forget it. It’s not going to work. Did you really think I’d never heard of that scam before? Shit it was Hawaii Five O for Christ’s sake. You can stay cut off until you’ve learned your lesson. And be grateful I didn't’ call the police. Your mother almost had them coming over to check your apartment.”
The phone hung up.
Mark did eventually get loose. But his father never did believe that Mark hadn’t arranged his own XXXX. And Mark never got XXXX at a bar again.
The End
Mark played by Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:08/20/2010