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             “How is that now, comfortable…?”
            “Mmmghuh….”  Gregory really couldn't say very much with a thickly-wrapped bandanna parting his lips and depressing his tongue.  And he really wasn't sure if he liked the way the snug ropes were hugging his hands behind his back.  But the next payment on his mortgage was already overdue and Gregory didn't want to lose his new house.
            “Good, now let’s try a few pictures,” the man in the red fedora aimed his camera at Gregory and the flash suddenly exploded into Gregory’s eyes.
            Gregory hoped that he was doing the right thing, but he was really nervous about having his picture taken like this.  He had almost told the man in the red fedora no when he saw the little posing strap the man wanted him to dress up in.  Gregory had never worn anything like that in his whole life, and he wasn't sure if the little pouch-thing would fit him, but he had just bit his lip and packed his equipment into the clutching leather as best as he could.

            And then he saw the ropes.  “Oh no, please sir, you didn't say anything about tying me up!” Gregory’s voice had risen up to a small screech.
            “I see,” the man sighed.  “We had better start with the gag.”
            “Gag, what gag—?” Gregory had panicked.  But before he could react the man’s arms were already around his body and holding him close while his fingers were pushing the soft roll of bandanna between Gregory’s lips.  The man wasn't rough, but he was firm while he lodged the cloth inside Gregory’s mouth and then tied the two ends behind Gregory’s neck.
            “Don't be temperamental,” the man had breathed into Gregory’s ear.  “The nice color of this bandanna matches your face perfectly.  You wouldn't deny me the use of a little color would you?” the man smiled while he cinched the knot tight.  “Now give me those strong arms of yours.”

            Poor Gregory was really confused.  The idea of being gagged and then tied up like this was very frightening.  Gregory had never dared to do anything like this before.  At the same time the closeness of the man’s strong body to his and the feeling of the man’s confident hands on his body was also very new and kind of exciting while he felt the rope holding his wrists tighter and tighter.
            Gregory whimpered a little into his mouthful of cloth and then he began to blush.  The sudden pain he felt didn't come from the rope around his wrists; it came from the sudden tightness of the posing strap that was holding him so close.
            “All right now,” the man interrupted Gregory’s thoughts.  “Kneel up on the bed there so that I can get some good XXXX.  That’s good.  I think my camera really likes your body.  Now have a seat, that’s right.”
            Gregory awkwardly moved his tied body around until he was finally sitting on the side of the bed.  And then he gasped a little loudly through his nose and rubbed his tongue up against the bandanna in his mouth.  The man in the red fedora was coming at him with more ropes.

            “I think we need a little more white right here.  Now just hold still.”
            Then Gregory closed his eyes and just felt the man’s confident hands on his body again while they began weaving more rope all around his chest and his arms and then back and forth around his neck.  At first the rope felt kind of soft and comfortable, but then those hands began to pull it tighter and tighter until Gregory was all too aware of how big his nubs were getting.
            “Are you sure that you've never modeled before?” the man asked as he tied the final knot.  “You have such a smooth strong chest.  Yes, it is really quite nice.”
            The camera began clicking and flashing again while Gregory felt his cheeks starting to blush and another little stab of pain down inside the little posing strap.  He wasn't used to having people say nice things about him like that.
            “All right, now just lie back on the bed for me.  Yes, that’s good.”

            Gregory looked up from the bed to see the man towering over him and the man was holding another length of rope in his hand.  What was he going to tie up now?
            “My, what nice feet you have,” the man purred over Gregory.
            Gregory closed his eyes and sighed into his mouthful of cloth while he felt the man’s strong hands stroking each of his feet and then holding them together while he wrapped more of his possessive rope all around Gregory’s ankles.  Then Gregory heard the camera clicking again.
            “Yes, very nice,” the man purred.  “Now roll over onto your tummy and let’s see the back side of you.”
            Gregory struggled to roll over onto his belly and only winced a little when he felt the firm mattress pressing up against his hardening bone.  His bone was getting too big for its little prison and Gregory began willing it not to grow any more while the distant clicks of the camera kept time with his growing embarrassment.

            “You have a beautiful pair of baby moons,” the nice man told him then.  “It’s too bad that we will have to cover them up.”
            Gregory squinted back to where the man was standing near his feet and saw that he was holding even more rope.  Gregory moaned into the growing sogginess of his bandanna gag.  He really didn't want to be tied up any more.  But tied up as he was already there wasn't anything he could do to stop the man from doing what he wanted with him.
            The next thing Gregory knew, his feet were being bent up behind his back, and his tied wrists were reaching down toward his tied feet, and there was a strong cable of rope pulling the two of them tightly together.  Pain was shooting though Gregory’s shoulders and his knees and the small of his back and he began to complain into his bandanna gag.
            “Quite right, young man,” the man in the red fedora smiled at Gregory.  “We need more color here.”
            Gregory looked up to see the man tearing off a big wide strip of yellow tape.
            Gregory shook his head and tried to tell the man that that wasn't what he wanted, but the man just held onto Gregory’s face and then began smoothing that sticky tape all over Gregory’s mouth.

            “Now we must have struggle, lots and lots of struggle!” the man told Gregory.
            Gregory moaned into his gag and tried to tell the man that he could hardly move.
            “Quickly now!” the man suddenly sXXXXped.  “Quickly or I will get my switch!”
            Having no choice, Gregory ignored all of his aches and pains and began rolling and twisting and straining around on the bed while the man circled him his camera and bombarded Gregory’s eyes with his flash for what seemed like forever.

             “That is good,” the man finally decided.

            “That is good,” the man finally decided.
            Gregory moaned into his gag and began to beg the man to please let him go now.
            “I quite agree,” the man said and Gregory sighed with relief.
            “That gag is beginning to look a little chewed and that posing strap is getting much too small.  But don't worry, I come prepared for such emergencies,” the man smiled down at his captive.
            Then Gregory looked up and saw that the man was holding a rubber thing on straps that looked much too big for Gregory's mouth and another little harness thing that had a bunch of silver rings on it, and each silver ring was smaller than the one next to it.
            “You are going to look perfect in these!” the man assured him.

THE END

Date of Production: 01/04/2005