New Years Crash by Fidelis
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"Woohoo, guys, c'mon! It's New Year's Eve! Time to party!" Sheesh, what a bunch of stiffs these guys were. Matt took another swig from his beer - good thing that he had brought some brewskis with him. Otherwise he would be stuck XXXX some crappy wine from little crystal glasses. This was no way to spend New Year's Eve! He was pissed off that he had allowed Rich to persuade him to come to this boring party. Rich had made him wear a suit and tie, and had even made Matt change his tie. That ticked him off - what was wrong with his Mickey Mouse tie? And now - these jerks were just sitting around and talk, talk, talk. Stocks, partnerships, mutual funds,internships......Yadda, yadda, yadda. They looked at Matt as if he was something that Rich had dragged in from the barnyard, as if he smelled funny. He had to liven this party up somehow.
Matt sucked down the rest of his beer and opened another. This was better - he was getting quite a buzz now. Mmm, he could use some real food now - some pizza and wings would go down just right. Why couldn't Rich have something besides those tiny little pieces of toast and smoked salmon and salty fish eggs? Matt finished his beer in one satisfying swig. Time for another one!
Damn New Year's hat wouldn't stay on! How come no one else was wearing a hat? Boring old jerks. Didn't know how to have fun. Matt staggered a bit. That nice cold beer was going down just fine. He would have to have his own party, that's all there was to it! Liven things up a bit. Stupid hat. Fell off. Ooops, he'd kicked it behind the couch. No matter, he would wear something else. How bout that lamp shade over there? That would do. Shit. What the hell. Matt had told Rich a hundred times how ugly that damned lamp was- it looked better all smashed up. Now Matt wouldn't have to look at it again. Hey, who turned out the lights?
Oh shit. That was the little table with all those doodads that Rich had spent years collecting. Stupid place to put a table in any case. Hmm the rug was soft. Gee, good thing that beer hardly stains at all. Rich was going to be pissed about his rug.....Zzzzzzzzzz.
Wha..what? What the hell? Why couldn't he move? Oh boy, Rich really looked pissed. Standing there with that look on his face. "MMMMMMMPHHHH" What was going on here? Uh oh. This was bad, really bad.
"Matthew, since you don't know how to behave, you can stay here by yourself. We are going into the den to enjoy the rest of our evening like civilized people. I hope that you take this time to think about the folly of your disgusting behavior tonight. Enjoy yourself."
Geez, Matt hated it when Rich talked like that. He must be really ticked off. Wait, he wasn't really going to leave Matt like this for the rest of the evening was he? NOOOOOO. He wouldn't do that, would he? Leave his Matt all tied up and gagged and alone on New Year's Eve? GGGMMMMMMMCOMEBACK!
Nope, Matt wasn't going to be left alone. He would get to the den if it killed him. No way was he going to miss the ball in Times Square. Rich was just being a spoilsport.
Whew, this was hard work. Rich sure knew his ropes. This crawling around all tied up and gagged was really pooping him out. Mmmm, but....something down there liked it. Just a little rest, just for a minute.
OK, time to move. Damn, the stupid couch was in the way. This rug wasn't so soft anymore. Matt's butt was killing him. Let's see. If he could use the couch for leverage, he could get onto his feet. Hopping would be much easier than rolling and crawling all the way to the den. Now those stiffs sounded like they were having a good time. Laughing away.
Good, he'd made it onto the couch OK. He'd just catch his breath and try to get on his feet and hop on over to the den. One, two, three. UP. Ooops, down again. One, two, three. UP. Goddamn it, why couldn't he stand up? Why was the room spinning like that? Hmm, better lie down for a minute. That was better. Everything had stopped moving.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." NOOOO!!!!! He was going to miss it! That bastard Rich had been serious. Matt was going to see in the New Year all by himself, tied up and gagged on Rich's couch. It wasn't fair! But...so tired. Just close the eyes for a few minutes, and then.....the couch was quite comfy. Just 40 winks....ZZZZZZZZ.
The End
Matt played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
From all of Us at Bound Guys, have a Happy New (Bondage Filled;-)Year.
And remember if you are going to drink, don't drive!