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            “Come in, come in,” the nice man told me.
            I put on my best salesman’s smile and followed the man into a comfortable looking living room while I began my sales pitch.  “My name is Robert and I represent the Men Only Company.  We carry a very fine line of men’s toiletries and accessories for every occasion.”
            “I didn't hear you drive up Robert,” the man said as Robert sat down on the couch.
            “Uh, no sir I came on the bus and this is my first stop.  Now if I could show you—“
            “I hope that you haven't been bothering any of the other tenants in the building Robert.”
            “Oh no sir, you're the only person I've seen.  Now I would like to show you—“
            “Actually I have something I would like to show you,” the man interrupted again.
            And then Robert looked up from his sample case to see the man pointing something right at him.  “Do you happen to know anything about guns Robert?”
            Robert’s words got stuck in his throat and he began to get a sick queasy feeling down in his stomach as he raised his hands.
            “They make an awfully loud noise when they go off,” the man continued quite pleasantly.  “And it hurts a lot .  Now I want you to turn around and put both of your hands behind your back like a good boy.”
            Robert was completely stunned and his body moved like a robot as he twisted around to face the wall and then slowly reached both of his arms behind his back.  Then he felt the man’s strong hand on his shoulder and the blunt nose of the pistol poking into his ribs while the man almost whispered into his ear.  “I won't hurt you if you do everything I tell you.”
            Robert swallowed hard and nodded his head up and down, too scared now to even speak.  Then he closes his eyes and tried to pretend that this was some kind of awful dream while he felt the man pulling his hands together.   Then very quickly and not too gently the man began wrapping coils of rope around Robert’s chest and his wrists so that they were hugging him tighter and tighter while the man breathed into his ear “That’s a very nice shirt and tie you're wearing today.  It would be a shame to mess them up.”
            Robert felt the man’s big hands pulling the rope knots very tight around him.  And then he felt the man’s hands feeling their way over his body.  “Did you bring a nice clean handkerchief with you today?  Oh yes, here it is.”  The man pulled Robert’s handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it a sniff.  “What is that?  Lilac…?  Very nice.  Now open up.”
            One of the man’s big hands went to Robert’s forehead while the other hand began pressing the soft folded handkerchief against Robert’s lips.  Robert didn't want to, but he was so scared now that he opened his mouth and tried not to gag while the man fingered the folded wad of cloth into Robert’s mouth.
            “Good boy, now chew on that and get it nice and soft while I get something for those pretty lips you have.”
            This wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare!  Robert didn't like the way the tight ropes were biting into his tender skin, and he didn't like the way his handkerchief was starting to swell up inside his mouth, and he didn't like the man talking about his lips like that.  What did he mean by calling them pretty?  But by now his body was so numbed by fear that he could only suck of the swollen cloth and watch with his eyes while the man approached him again with several strips of silver tape in his hands.
            Robert moaned a little and tried to beg the man not to, but he couldn't stop the man from smearing those big strips of sticky tape all over his lips and his mouth until his face was being held in a taped vice from ear to ear.
            Then the big man smiled down at him while he brushed Robert’s hair back off of his forehead and loosened his necktie a little.  “That’s right, this is very easy once you get used to it.  Now I want you to hold still while I fix your legs.”
            Robert shook his head from side to side and made some moaning sounds behind his taped over lips when he saw the man toss some more ropes on the floor, but he didn't resist while the man cheerfully wrapped those ropes around Robert’s knees and ankles and then tied them very tight.  “Oh yes, you are quite an unexpected treasure, my boy.”
            For some weird reason Robert felt his face blushing while he wished that the man would top talking about him that way.  It made him really uncomfortable.  And then he looked up and saw that the man was holding a camera.
            “Come on, my boy.  I know you can't smile, but you could at least look pleasant for the camera.  That’s better, now just a couple of more.”

           Robert was getting more confused by the moment.  Why was this man taking his picture?

            “That’s just fine,” the man chuckled.  “Now you just relax while I send these out on the computer.”  The man was so happy that he almost danced away as he hurried into the other room.
            For a few moments Robert wondered who the man could be sending his pictures to, but then he realized that he was all alone.  Now was his chance to get out of here!
            First Robert struggled and strained and tried to find some way to get his fingers on the ropes that were holding him a prisoner.  It was so frustrating!  He could touch the ropes, but he couldn't quite get his fingers on the knots.  Robert struggled some more and ended up falling off of the soft couch onto the hard floor.  That hurt, but Robert tried to ignore the pain while he looked around frantically.
            Maybe he couldn't untie the ropes, but maybe if he could move his body out the door someone might see him.  It was slow painful work as he crawled inch by inch across the carpet.  With every little movement, the tight ropes bit into his tender flesh a little more and his nice clothes were taking punishment that they were never intended for, but Robert was just beginning to make some progress toward the door when—
            “Young man, where to you think you're going?”  The man wrapped his big hand around Robert’s necktie and then dragged him across the floor and back into the middle of the room.  “I guess you want some more of my rope.”
            Robert shook his head and made gurgling sounds into the soggy handkerchief that was stopping up his mouth, but the man just ignored him while he bent Robert’s punished body almost in half and then began tying more rope between Robert’s wrists and ankles.  “There, that should hold you until the party begins.”
            What party?  The man didn't tell him as he clucked to himself and left the room again.  Robert felt sick.  He was really trapped now and he had no idea of why this was happening to him or what this man might be planning.
            Quite suddenly the man came back into the room and sounded very sympathetic when he told Robert “Sorry, but one of the bidders wants to know if you're ticklish.”
            “Oh no, please don't do that!” Robert huffed as loud as he could into the soggy cloth.  But he was completely helpless now and so he could only close his eyes and bite down on the handkerchief wad while he felt the man pulling his shoes off of his feet.  Then the man touched his fingers ever so lightly to Robert’s socked soles and the poor boy screamed into his gag and contorted his body like an electrified frog.
            “Yes, very ticklish,” the man decided.  “Don’t worry, it won't be much longer my boy.”
            Then Robert heard the doorbell ring and Robert got excited, hoping that it might be someone who could rescue him.
            “Oh my, they are starting to arrive already,” the man started toward the door.
            Desperate now, Robert made all kinds of noises into his gag as he begged the man to tell him what was happening.
            “Oh, I'm sorry my boy, I forgot to tell you.  A bunch of my friends are coming over to bid for you.  The one who bids the highest gets to take you home for his pet.”
            His pet…?  Robert didn't want to be anybody’s pet.
            “Now, now, none of that.”  The man used his thumb to wipe the tears off of Robert’s cheeks.  “They're always much nicer to a pet that smiles.”

Robert played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff