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That's it. He was never going home for lunch again.

John knew he was fucked the second he checked out the noise he heard in the dining room. All he wanted was a goddamn tuna fish sandwich, and maybe a quick wank before going back to work. And he was faced with two burly-looking bros looting John's wife's hutch filled with salvaged White House china. He had told her NOT to let the local paper do an article about it. Dumb bitch. The bros, who could have been pro wrestlers if they wanted, merely smirked at John. John froze. His briefcase dropped out of his hand.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" John exclaimed angrily, hoping that they were pussies despite their size and would take off out the window they had come through.

Nope.
The brothers exchanged glances. More smirking. Finally Bro #1 spoke.

"Look, guy. I'll be blunt. You could try and take us on. But we would kick your ass, and you would end up seriously injured. If not dead. We're leaving with these dishes. There ain't a thing you can do about it. We actually don't want to hurt anybody. But we're more than willing to, cuz' we owe a lot of people scarier than us a lot of money. So...let's tie your overfed stockbroker ass up, gag your yap, we'll finish up here, and you'll get loose eventually or your wife will find you. Easy, right?"

John was off like a shot back through the kitchen. He wasn't a fool. And there was no way in hell he was going to endure the humiliation of being tied and gagged and left trussed up like a turkey in his own house. Unfortunately, Bro #1 was awfully fast for a big guy and snagged the back of his collar.

"URRRKK!!" was the only sound John could make as he was literally lifted off his feet and body-slammed on his kitchen floor. Everything went very swimmy. He felt himself picked up, and tossed over Bro #1's shoulder like a sack of grain. A demeaning little pat on his trousered behind signaled that he was on his way to being helplessly bound and gagged.

With an "OOOFF" John was dropped into his office chair. They had brought him into his home office. The room was ceasing to spin, and he felt Bro #2 securing his legs to the chair. It was on wheels, and John began struggling to get out. Bro #1 smacked him in the face. John froze, enraged but careful not to piss these dudes off anymore.

"Look, bud. You keep still or we're gonna fuck you up. Your wifey won't even recognize you."

He patted John on the face where he had smacked him.

"Unnerstand?"

John nodded slowly, as Bro #2 began to secure his wrists to the arms of his chair.

Soon he was wrapped in a web of rope, stuck to the chair like he was glued there.

"Annnnnd one final touch!" Bro #1 exclaimed happily, as his apparently mute brother suddenly dangled a knotted blue bandana.

"NNNNOOOOO!!!!! Fuck yo-MMPPGHGH MMRRPHGHGHHH MPPGHGH!"

The knot was stuffed in his mouth by Bro #2's strong fingers. It filled his mouth, stifling his tongue. It was humiliating! He was stuck and silenced! Another demeaning pat, this time on his head, and they were gone.

"Later gator!" Bro #1 called cheekily over his shoulder as John watched his wife's prized salvage White House china (worth roughly 60,000) disappeared out the door. And he was alone. And totally helpless. He needed to get to a phone!

So began the humiliating journey as he began shifting his body enough to cause the chair to wheel towards the doorway of his office. He tugged and squirmed. His grunts of frustration echoed through the empty house. He managed to wheel his bound form out the doorway, through the dining room, and finally into the kitchen where the cordless was. Unfortunately, he couldn't reach the cordless. He couldn't reach the cutlery drawer to get something to cut these ropes with. He pulled and yanked. ALL HE HAD WANTED WAS A TUNA FISH SANDWICH AND TO JERK OFF! It seemed like the more he pulled at the ropes securing him, the tighter they got. Even when he got one loosened, three more seemed to tighten on him. He heard Mr. Rossi next door watering his tulips. The window was open and he tried to scream for help through his stifling gag.

"MMMMRREEELLPP! MMPPGGHRRRR!""

He heard the hose stop. His heart leapt.

The hose came back on.

"MMMMRROOOOOO!!!!" John screamed. He bucked in his chair, enraged. It was no use. He was going to be very, very late in getting back to work.

The End

John played by Garrettjan

Photography by Caitiff 

Date of Production:04/11/2013