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Some of his pals said he was too matchy-matchy with his clothes, but Tommy didn't care. He liked his online hookups to find something quirky as they unwrapped their package so to speak. Hence the orange underwear matching the orange socks. Not that he needed to impress them any more than he already did. He was built, handsome, and had an almost soldierly quality to him that tended to get him equally hot guys. And he was aces in the sack. He hoped that the dude he'd been chatting with was up to the challenge.

 

Unbeknownst to Tommy, the dude he was waiting for wasn't even gay. He wasn't even bi. So he definitely wasn't at Tommy's for sex. What he WAS going for was the 20,000 Tommy had in his deceased mom's jewelry in the safe behind the Rothko print in the bedroom. See, Jim (that's our robber) had a gay brother. His gay brother had gone home with Tommy one night. Both of them were drunk as hell, and the conversation had somehow turned to riches. Tommy had stupidly shown mom's gems to Jim's brother. He also punched in the number right in front of him. It was mom's birthday. AWWWW.

 

Six months passed. His bro had offhandedly mentioned the encounter and the combination. He laughed that Tommy would have been screwed if he was a thief. Well, he wasn't but Jim was.

 

Tommy answered the door. Grinning broadly.

 

"Howdy!"

 

What a chump, Jim thought.

 

Tommy showed him in and they exchanged small talk. Had a few beers. Talked sports. And suddenly, Tommy leaned over and kissed him. Jim wasn't a phobe, but he also wasn't into it. But he figured it was his penance to pay for ripping this guy off.  So he kissed back. It wasn't any worse than some chick's he had kissed. And maybe even better.

 

Before he knew it, they were in the bedroom and Tommy was grinning at him. He noticed a black duffel bag on the bed. 

 

"What's in there?" Jim asked.

 

"Well, you did say you were ok with a little kink. Open it."

 

Jim shrugged. Opened it. Inside was some rope and two orange bandannas. When he turned back around, he noticed Tommy had stripped down to his matching orange underwear and matching orange socks.

 

Oh brother, Jim thought, inwardly rolling his eyes. 

 

"Let's do it!" he said enthusiastically and pushed Tommy on to the bed.  It was like the gods were smiling upon him. He didn't even have to use the roofie he'd brought cuz he had a feeling that Tommy might be a rope bunny. He'd had a girlfriend once that liked to be tied up.  

 

Before Tommy had a chance to squeal, he found himself face down in his mattress, getting his hands tied behind his back.

 

Oh, this is SOOOO hot, he thought to himself.  He looked back over his shoulder, wondering if Jim appreciated how bubbly his butt looked in his citrus-colored briefs.

 

"Hey, any chance you can pretend to be a burglar? It's kind of a fantasy of mine," Tommy admitted, grinning.

 

Jim just smiled at him. 

 

"Sure thing."

 

***

 

Once Jim had Tommy tucked safely away in a basement utility closet, he took his time looting the place. He basically backed his truck up to the garage and took pretty much everything. He lived five states over. This douche was never going to find him. And, wow, he really did have a nice ass. For a dude.

 

***

 

Tommy squirmed and struggled. He couldn't BELIEVE this was happening. How could he have been so stupid! He wasn't exactly scared but when Jim had stuffed one of the rags in his mouth and then tied it in with the other way too tightly, he had started to protest and Jim had slapped him! Fuck that! He began to try and get loose. Jim just rolled his eyes. And told him the truth. And then DRAGGED him writhing out of the bedroom, down the hall, down the basement steps (making sure to land his butt on each other going down so he received a spanking to boot!) and found the closet.

 

"This'll do," Jim said, satisfied. Peering into the dark closet, Tommy groaned into his gag.

 

***

 

You gotta be fucking kidding me, Tommy thought. My kink has undone me! Now, Im tied up and gagged in silly matching underthings and helpless in my own closet. Jim had tied him up so snugly. He couldn't get his hands or ankles free. His cries for help were totally muffled. And he even tried to open the closet door with his feet but his socks just made them slide off! He bounced his butt, strained his thighs, tried to spit his gag out but it was no use! He was tied, gagged, humiliated and helpless. And he would remain that way for a vvverrrryyy long time.