Jet Lag by Caitiff
27 photos
Outside the noises of Paris filled the air. But inside John’s hotel room, all he cared about ws getting some XXXX.
John had not travelled thousands of miles to see the sites. He had an important business meeting. Unfortunately John did travel well. The jet lag was killing him. As soon as he got to the hotel he stripped to his underwear and fell on to the bed.
In his hurry, John had neglected to lock the door.
Even though he was dead tired, John couldn't’ seem to actually fall asleep. There was too much noise. And was that someone knocking at the door?
Grumbling to himself, John got up to answer the door. However there was no one there. Maybe he had imagined it.
No, the robbers had simply hidden in the bathroom when they entered the room. With their concealed items drawn, John reflexively lifted his hands.
John’s french was abysmal. But the robbers made their intentions plain when they took out rope and quickly bound the young executive’s hands behind his back. The ropes bit into John’s muscled arms.
Then to insure that their captive wouldn’t alert anyone, they gagged him with tape over his mouth. John could only stare at the two men in fear and anger, bound and gagged as he was.
While one man used more rope to bind John’s legs at the knees and ankles, his partner ransacked the room.
“Mmm!”, John let out a muffled cry when they found his lap top and stuffed it into a back pack. Next was his wallet with all the euros he had just had converted from dollars.
John struggled on the bed, bound gagged and half naked. Strangely while his stuff was being taken by one robber, the other watched John intently. What at first seemed to be just guard duty seemed more sinister when the man check the ropes binding his captive and have his hands linger over John’s nearly naked body. John worked out a lot in the company gym and it showed.
“Mmmmffmmm?!”, John let out a protest when the robber began squeezing this ass. He did not like being fondled while in such a helpless state. He had no way to fend off the robber’s advances. These men could do whatever they wanted to John and John couldn't’ even protest because of the gag.
When the men had taken everything of value they could, John could hear them talk amongst themselves. John’s French was not very good but he could still understand most words. Apparently these guys thought he wouldn’t know what they were saying.
“That’s all then?”
“Yes. Should we just leave him here.”
The man who had been feeling up John gave his new friend a look.
“This is a rich American. He probably has even more money. I say we take him with us and ransom him off.”
John grunted and shook his head. IF he hadn't’ been gagged, he would have tried to talk them out of it. It was obvious that the one robber wanted more from John then mere ransom. John subconsciously tried ot cover his ass with his bound hands as far as the ropes would allow him.
“Agreed. Just don’t get too attached like the last one. You and Americans.”
“We’ll leave him hog tied and then smuggle him out in a clothes hamper.”
And so John was hog tied, his hands and feet bound by more rope. Desperately John struggled against his bondage, moaning through his gag for help that would never arrive. John could only wait for his soon the men to come get him.
The End
John played by Connor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:04/29/2010