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Richie hated working the graveyard shift at 7-11. He may as well have been wearing a sign around his neck saying "Tie Me Up and Gag Me". He'd only been on the job six months and he'd already been held up two times. The first time two guys jumped behind the counter and he'd been blindfolded, hogtied and gagged. He was still out cold when the cops found him, but it had taken a day or two to work the kinks out of his muscles. His boss Mustafa promised to install a new security lock, but before it was done, Richie had been robbed again. This time he'd been on the receiving end of a concealed item, and woke up tied hand and foot with clothesline, with his mouth stuffed with a bandanna and a tight cleave gag. He'd managed to free himself after 3 hours of struggling. After the second robbery, Mustafa begged him to stay on and even gave him a raise. Richie figured his luck had to improve, and he needed the dough. Times were hard, and how else was he gonna pay the cable bill?

Richie tried not to think of his bondage experiences as the clock pointed toward 2 AM. He had his back turned to the door when he heard the familiar jingle of it opening. He turned with a smile, only to see two guys wearing ski masks and holding concealed items.

"Aw, shit, not again!" Richie moaned.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" the taller one sXXXXped.

"Please...just tie me up...don't XXXX me out," whimpered the handsome clerk.

"You got it, buddy...move!" said the man, waving his concealed item towards a door that led down to the storage cellar.

Richie raised his hands and led the thugs down the stairs to the basement.

"Listen, guys, I've been through this before...please don't hurt me. Take what you want. They don't pay me enough for this shit!"

Richie's plea for mercy was met with a slap across his face.

"Oww!" he whined. "OK, OK, I know the drill", he said, putting his hands behind his back.

Richie stood patiently while his wrists were tightly tied with white rope. The second robber took out a role of silver duct tape, and Richie knew he'd be gagged for the third time in six months. He sighed in defeat as the thug plastered several strips of the wide tape over his mouth, and another over his eyes. He was pushed down into a rickety wooden chair, where his ankles were roped together. More rope soon surrounded his thighs, pinning him to the chair, and his feet were anchored to the chair legs. Then something strange happened. A hand opened his work smock, and caressed his beefy pecs and hairy chest.

"Mmmpph??" Richie whined, surprised that his cock had beXXXX to swell. His mind reeled; there was something hot about being tied up, gagged and helpless as another man felt up his body. The molestation stopped as the intruders went back upstairs and left him alone. He tested his bonds, but there was no give in the many knots in the ropes. Richie decided the best course was to just relax and wait for Mustafa to find him in the morning. He might even be able to catch a XXXX....

Suddenly, he felt a hand scrabbling at the tape that covered his eyes. He screamed into his gag as the tape was yanked off his eyebrows. Blinking to adjust to the sudden light, he saw one of the ski-masked men towering over him. Something seemed oddly familiar..then the thug pulled off his ski mask.

"MMMMMMFFFFF!"

It was Mustafa!!

Richie's boss smiled at him sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, Richie," he said. "But the first two robberies gave me the idea. I got a nice fat insurance payment each time. Business has been lousy lately, so I need another one!"

Richie growled angrily into the tight gag plastered over his mouth.

"Don't worry, buddy. If you keep your mouth shut...haha, no pun intended...I'll give you a cut. How does three grand tax-free sound to you?"

Richie suddenly felt better. Three grand would tide him over for a good couple of months.

He shook his head in agreement, but then strained in his bonds and grunted into the gag, trying to indicate it was OK to untie and ungag him now.

"Oh, sorry, Rich. You'll have to stay tied up til morning. I'm going to lock up the store, and it has to look like a real crime scene in order for me to get the money. You understand, don't you, buddy?"

Richie groaned and shook his head in agreement. What a way to make a living!!

The End

Richie played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/21/2008