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When Dennis applied for the job as a security guard, he had been led to believe the hardest thing about it was staying awake. Dennis didn't like the hours, eight at night until six in the morning and he really didn't like that he was all by himself all night but his new boss had assured him that all he was guarding was some old files that the company stored in the building. Dennis was just to make sure the building didn't catch on fire or anything. It wasn't like anybody was going to be breaking in to steal old tax returns or receipts. Dennis hadn't even been issued a concealed item. But he did need the money and it certainly did seem unlikely that he would ever have to be stopping any burglars.

So on his first night, Dennis passed the time listening to the radio and doing rounds every thirty minutes of so. All alone in the building was a little creepy but Dennis concentrated on his work.

He did wish that the building had had security cameras but apparently the owners were so unconcerned about security that they had decided not to bother with the expense. That should have been Dennis' first clue.

At eleven thirty Dennis started another of his rounds. Everything seemed normal. Except for a window that someone had left open. Dennis closed it without a thought. That should have been Dennis' second clue.

The third clue was the trio of men in ski masks who greeted Dennis as he walked into to check one of the offices in the basement.

"What the...?" Was all Dennis could get out before he was roughly grabbed by two of the men. The third held his concealed item on Dennis.

"Do as we say and you get to live through this! Turn around now!" the an with the concealed item, the apparent leader, ordered. Dennis didn't have much choice. Dennis was a big guy, he had played football in college and unlike a lot of other guys, hadn't let his body go. But being a big muscular guy didn't mean much against a concealed item. Dennis was led to a storage closet and shoved against a door. His hands were then pulled behind him and his hands tied tightly with rope.

"All, right. Now we just need to keep you out of the way while we make a little visit to the bank. Put him in the closet!" Dennis didn't know what the lead burglar was talking about. the closest bank was several blocks away. But he never got a chance to ask about it. A filthy black rag was shoved between his lips and tied tightly behind his head.

"Mmmmpph!" was all Dennis could say as he was shoved into the closet.

"Relax", one of the men said before he went to join his friends, " Think of this as a break on company time."

The closet door was left open, undoubtedly so the burglars could keep an eye on their captive. Bound and gagged, Dennis could only shift around to get more comfortable. The burglars seemed to be busy with some kind of equipment though, so every time their backs were turned, Dennis twisted and struggled, trying to break free of his bonds. Unfortunately, the rope was securely tied.

The men took out a jack hammer and suddenly the room was filled by a cacophony. Slowly the wall of the basement was ripped apart, revealing another opening on the other side!

"Bet you didn't even know that was there, did you?" The lead burglar asked Dennis. Since he was gagged, Dennis didn't bother replying. The man continued, "Back in the thirties the city tried to construct a subway but they ran out of money so they simply sealed up the tunnels and built over them. Then the records got lost. This tunnel goes clear across town and no one even knows about it but us. All we had to do was find a nice easy place to break into it. Lucky for us, your employers weren't too concerned about security."

The men made to enter the tunnel, undoubtedly to break into the bank. To ensure that Dennis didn't get away, they tied his legs together at his ankles. They then left through the tunnel.

Dennis knew he had to get free. The burglars may have been content to leave him bound and gagged for now but who knew what would happen when they returned. With every muscle he had, Dennis struggled against the ropes. He tried expanding his chest against the ropes around his body and shifting his legs back and forth but to no effect. He also desperately searched for the knots on the ropes binding his wrists with his fingertips. Unfortunately, he could only find one and no matter how hard he tried, Dennis couldn't undo it. It didn't help that his hands were growing numb and his arms beginning to cramp. After several hours, all Dennis could do was roll around on the floor in the vain hope that he could somehow reach a phone and call for help.

In the end, all of Dennis' struggles were in vain. When the men returned hours later, Dennis was no closer to freedom then when they had left. He was only much more sore.

"Been trying to get loose?" The lead burglar asked as he stood over Dennis' bound and helpless body on the floor.

If Dennis had been uncomfortable before, he was even more so after he was hog tied. What little movement he had had before was gone as he was constrained into a tight little ball on the closet floor.

The burglars made to leave. While his partners packed up their jack hammer and loot, the leader stood watch over Dennis. He seemed to like watching as the security guard squirmed on the floor, making faint grunting noises through his gag. Finally the men were ready to go.

" Guess it's time to go. But first, I'd better take care of you."

Dennis didn't like the way the burglar said "take care of" and his heart jumped into his throat as the burglar reached into his jacket, apparently for his concealed item.

However, instead the thief pulled out a large stack of cash. He then bent down and reached into the front of Dennis' pants! After a lot more touching then was probably required, the thief deposited the stolen loot in the front of Dennis' underwear, wedged into his crotch.

"For your trouble" and then the lead burglar walked away, closing the closet door behind him.

Dennis didn't know what to make of that but he figured he would much rather be tied up and XXXX by another guy then tied up and shot. Dennis counted his blessings.

Again, Dennis spent his time rolling and squirming on the floor though not to try to get loose. He had given up on that. But the ropes bit into his flesh and his muscles were cramping. Not to mention, the wad of cash was chafing his private parts. Even the gag was biting into his mouth.

Dennis knew when it was six in the morning because he heard the people coming into the building through the ventilation ducts. He even heard his boss asking if anybody had seen Dennis anywhere.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmm mmaaa mfffaaaa!" Dennis tried moaning out but while he could hear everybody upstairs, no one could hear him in the basement with the ventilation going.

It wasn't until the people who worked in the basement came into work and saw the gaping hole in the wall that any one knew something was up. With what was left of his strength, Dennis rolled to the door. After a lot of moaning and thumping around he finally managed to get their attention. After several minutes of trying to find a knife to cut the ropes which were to tight to be untied, Dennis finally was free. As he stretched, one of the other workers noticed the large bulge the money stuck in his crotch made.

"At least you enjoyed yourself a little." she joked.

Dennis left his job after that. Though he did keep the money.

The End

Dennis played by Tony

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/05/2002