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 No one noticed Brad as he crept into the apartment complex.  It was a converted warehouse and there were plenty of dark corners to hid in.  No one saw Brad as he went up the stairs to the top apartment.  And no one saw Brad as came to the door and pulled out a screw driver and began to work at the lock.

    The security was no issue.  Just a standard dead bolt.  It didn’t take very long at all.  The door barely creaked as Brad sneaked in.  He had seen the owners leave for some fancy dinner half an hour ago.  Brad knew that the couple had to have lots of expensive stuff and he would probably have a good hour to get it all.   A nice looking digital camera was the first thing in the bag.

   Brad was busy looking around for the next thing to steal in the darkened apartment.  That might have been why he didn’t see the shadow of the man behind him until he had already been grabbed.  Though smaller then Brad, the guy was really strong and before the thief could react, Brad found his arms pinned behind him in some kind of kung fu move.
    
    “Well, look at what we have here.”, the man said a she held the struggling burglar.
    
    Brad was by no means a weakling.  But his captor was some kind of black belt.  After a few punches to a nerve ending or two, Brad was easy prey.  Black cotton rope appeared as if out of nowhere, used ot bind Brad’s hands and arms securely behind his back.  Brad was now completely helpless and at the strange man’s mercy.
    
    “Guess you didn’t know I was here, huh?” the man asked.


    “Look, I don't’ want any trouble. You can have the stuff ba..MMmmmpphhh!!”, Brad’s attempt at pleading were cut off by the black rag that was knotted and shoved into his mouth, tied tightly behind his head.

    “Mmmpphhaaa?!”, Brad protested but his captor didn’t seem to care what he had to say.  Vainly Brad struggled against the ropes that held his hands.  The ropes bit into his wrists and the knots held tight.  brad wasn't’ getting out anytime soon.

    Brad could only sit on his ass. He was a prisoner and there was little brad could do about it.  Just to make things worse, the man took Brad’s nice new shoes he had bought with the money from the last score.  What the hell?

  
“Mmmm?”
    
     “Don't’ worry, you wont’ be needing these.”, the man said.  He then began to lash Brad’s legs together, thigh to ankle.  More rope was tied tightly around his ankles and feet.
    
    “Comfy?”

    Brad gave the stranger a cold glare.  Not that Brad looked particularly menacing while bound and gagged on the hard wood floor.


    Brad was left ot his own devices while the man went ot another room.  Seeing his probably only chance at getting away, Brad continued his struggles. Of course, he had no more luck then before.  The ropes held him tight.  Even the gag was impossible to wiggle out, as tight as it was.  When the man returned, Brad lay on his side on the floor, jerking helplessly.

     The man knelt down closer to Brad and gave his ass a nice hard smack.

    “Since you have so much energy, I guess we had better do something to tire you out!
    

    Brad did not like the sound of that.  Nor the way his ass had been man handled though his jeans just then.  Not that there was a damn thing he could do about it.

    But Brad’s torment wasn’t to be sexual. It was to be far far worse.  As if sensing his captive’s weakness, Brad found his sensitive soles attacked.  Too late he understood why the man had removed his shoes.

   “Mmmmm!  Mmmpphhhaaa!!  Hmmffafafafafafafaaaahahaha!!!!”  The tickling became more and more unbearable.  The thing socks actually made his feet more sensitive!  Brad had no idea no idea how long he lay on the floor, bound, gagged and laughing uncontrollably through his gag.  When it was over, Brad could barely breath.  All of his energy was gone.

    “Time ot take care of you once and for all.”, Brad heard the man say menacingly when at last the torture was over.

    Brad was too exhausted to put up a fight.  His legs were untied and Brad was shoved to his feet and out the door onto the patio.  However, his hands remained tied behind his back.  The gag stayed in his mouth.
    


    Brad was made to sit and then had his feet tied up again.  A note was taped to Brad’s chest.  It read “I am a robber. Please arrest me!”
    
    “Hello?  Police?” , the man said as he talked on a cell phone, “Yes I think there’ s someone breaking into the apartment across the street. It’s 221 Cherokee.  Thanks!”

    “Mmmm!” Brad protested.  Shit!


    The man shoved Brad’s head into the pillow case Brad had been planning on using to loot the apartment.  He had to stay tied up until the police came at which point Brad had a lot of uncomfortable explaining to do.

    Brad never did figure out who that guy who had tied him up was.


Brad played by Taylor
Mystery Guy played by JMZ

 
tags: plot, story, cleave gag, bad guy, socks, tickled, hog tie