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This had been a terrible day for Paul. He had just lost his job his boss had fired him after a full days work. Now he was tired and broke. He fumbled with his keys at the door before he finaly realized that the door was open. He swung the door open and marched into his apartment. Most everything was gone. Before the shock had completely set in he felt a rough hand clamp down over his mouth and a silver XXXX muzzle was pressed against his chin. "MMmmpphh!"

"Settle down, tough guy. You may be big but you can't stop bullets. Or maybe you could but only once."

Paul opened his mouth to say something, but the intruder clamped a foul smelling rag over his mouth and nose. Paul's eyes seemed to swim in the fumes pemeting the cloth and then everything went black.

He did not know how long he was out but he was soon roused by his inability to move. He strained and twisted against the fogginess in his head. Then it all became painfully clear, he was bound to a stout old, wooden chair. The ropes that held him were so tight he could feel them cutting deep into his tender skin. His hands and arms were securely lashed to the seat of the chair with long rope thar wound around his forearms. More rope was secured around his thighs twisted around the legs of the chair and then tangled in a mess around his ankles. The ties on his legs pulled his jeans tight around him and the resulting friction was more stimulating than Paul wanted to admit. He pulled and wiggled to try and free himself from the cruel bondage but the ropes and the chair held fast. Finally he screamed with frustration. Just as he was about to scream again the intruder shoved the barrel of his XXXX in his mouth.

"Wouldn't do that again. If I thought you were going to wake up so soon I would have gagged you sooner. Then the intruder yanked a blue rag from Paul'sback pocket and shoved it into his mouth.

"Hang on a minute. You had a blue handkercheif in your left back pocket.", commented the intruder. "You know what that means." Then the intruder sat down on Paul's lap.

Paul winced, but not from pain. He had always wanted a boyfriend but he had never had the courage to go find one. Maybe this was as good as he could get. Either way it felt fantastic to have the strange man so close to him.

"Mmmpphh, more Mmmph, mmpphh, mmpphh."

"Yeah, I though you might like that.", laughed the intruder. "Maybe I will come back for you once I have sold all your junk."

Paul, pulled ,twisted and struggled. He arched and flexed as the ropes seemed to get tighter and tighter. Watching the intruder cart all his things out of the apartment intensified his rage. Finally in desperation he kicked his feet and twisted with such ferocity that he flipped the chair onto its back. He fell to the ground with a resounding THUD!!

Paul gasped into his gag as the wind rushed raced out of his lungs. All he could do was lay on the ground winded as the intruder fled with the last of his things. He was not sure how long he lay there but eventually the resounding footsteps of the intruder faded and did not return. It was almost an hour before Paul realized that the intruder was not coming back. Paul kicked, and struggled with renewed fervor. He did not want to be left on the floor, he didn't want to be left alone again. He kicked and pulled and twisted. He pulled and flexed and screamed into the gag. MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!! MmPpHh! MMMPPPHHH MMPPPHHH MMPPHH!! Mmpphh!

"Settle down there tough guy. I told you I would be back."