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Their first mistake had been to let anyone know they’d stashed a significant amount of cash on the outside. The second had been trusting Trev.

 

Jim and Lyle were petty crooks, doing time for committing an armed robbery together. Neither blamed the other for getting caught; it was because of a flat tire leading to an upstanding citizen recognizing them from some surveillance footage. Such is life. Luckily, they hid the money before their capture.

 

This was a story they had, in retrospect foolishly, told their buddy Trev in the yard one day. 

 

“You mean to tell me that there are four million dollars out there waiting for you two to get out?” Trey asked incredulously. 

 

They nodded, grinning.

 

Trey looked at them for a moment and then told them of a plan he was formulating.

 

The three of them talked for about two more weeks. Trev finally convinced them that he was on the up and up.  The plan was daring, but if they pulled it off - they’d all be free to escape the country with their money. It was either that or do twenty-five years. The choice was easy.

 

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They did it. Three correctional officers got stripped bareass, bound and gagged,  wrapped up in sheets like squirming, indignant mummies and each of them stuffed in an unused dryer in the laundry room. The stashing of the guards allowed them uniforms and IDs with which to drive out of prison calmly. They ditched the cop car and split up. Jim and Lyle went to grab the money. Trev went to wait for them at the appointed meet-up place to finish fake passports before dividing the money and getting out of the country. The two best friends briefly considered screwing Trey over and just moving on. But Jim and Lyle were pretty decent guys for unrepentant thieves and figured it was Trey’s plan that had gotten them out, so they owed him his cut.

 

When they arrived at the warehouse, Trev was broadly grinning, sitting at a table where he just finished their documents. Jim plunked the case on the table and opened it up. All they saw was green, green, green.

 

And then the shine off the barrel of a XXXX. A XXXX held by a short guy who stepped out from behind a stack of boxes.

 

“Hands up.”

 

Jim and Lyle both stared at Trev.

 

“You sonuvabitch,” Jim hissed.

 

“Sorry fellas, but splitting four mil two ways is a lot nicer than four. But don’t worry, no one’s getting hurt. I can at least let you two live for turning me on to this score. But I’m sorry, my guy Don here is coming with me to Rio. You two ain’t. Strip.”

 

Jim and Lyle looked at each other. And both shrugged almost in unison and began taking off the clothes they had snatched to replace their prison jumpsuits. When they were both down to their prison-issued boxers and socks, they looked expectantly (and not a little angrily) at Trev.

 

“Keep goin’!,” Trey said, motioning with the XXXX HE had produced towards their underwear.

 

“Oh, fuck you, man!” Lyle.

 

“Aw c’mon, just tie us up. Isn’t that humiliating enough?” Jim pleaded.

 

“Sorry, guys. I gotta make it as difficult as possible for you to come after us. Figure all your junk flopping around oughta stall you for when you get untied,” Trev explained.

 

They lost their undies. Shivering in the drafty warehouse, their cocks experiencing a little shrinkage and their buns clenched in fear, they stood as Don (with a snicker) tied their hands behind their backs.  Tightly. Then, with a humiliating dual boot to their bare bums, Don and Trev kicked them onto a mattress that they had put out for this very occasion.

 

“OOFFF!!,” the two hapless cons groaned in unison as they belly-flopped nude on the cushioning.

 

“Man, these dudes got nice big sexy bubble butts,” Don said hungrily.

 

Jim and Lyle looked at each other as they lay prone, ass-up on the mattress. Both were wide-eyed.

 

“Oh, yeah, guys, I gotta say, um, the way I got my friend Don here in on this was that I promised him…well, some entertainment,” Trev said apologetically.

 

“What do you mean ‘entertainment’?” Jim demanded panic threaded through his question.

 

He didn’t get an answer. What he and Lyle DID get were two bandanas tied tightly in their mouths, cleaving their lips and making speech difficult.  Making their speech even MORE difficult were the strips of duct tape Don added to their mouths to seal the gags in and render them almost unintelligible.

 

“MMMPPHRGGGHHHH??,” Jim mmmphed, wiggling his bare behind in anger and fear.

 

“MMMmPPHHHMMOOMMPPHH!” Lyle mmmphed, glaring at Jim. Translation: “This is all your fault, numbnuts!”

 

“Look, guys, if you do what Don says, it will be quick and relatively painless. He brought plenty of lube,” Trev offered somewhat apologetically.

 

“MMMPPGGHHRHRRRRRRRPPHHH!!!,” Jim and Lyle said in unison, now both bare round rears wiggling and bouncing in fear and frustration.

 

“And if you DON’T do what he says, he’s not gonna use lube. And he told me he knows where your families live. I’m not threatening them. But Don here is a little wacky and when he’s horny, look out.”

 

Don chuckled.

 

“You can leave us for a little while, Trev,” Don said menacingly.

 

“Have at it, my good man, I’ll be just outside having a smoke and watching the perimeter.

 

Trev left, as the helpless Jim and Lyle began to scream into their gags. 

 

“Ok, you butt sluts, I want to see those booties move. Get up on your knees, faces down ass up and move those fat butts. I like a little show before I get down to it.

 

Moaning into their gags (and not wanting their families to come to hard), Jim and Lyle began to do what he asked. With some effort, grunting and mmpphing, and falling over due to their hands and feet being so snugly bound, they eventually managed to get on their knees and bury their faces in the mattress that had become their prison.

 

“Two moons rising! Ok, girls, now wiggle!” Don said, laughing.

 

Nearing tears, Jim and Lyle began to shake and wiggle their helpless bare butts slowly. 

 

“FASTER OR YOUR KIDS GET IT!” Don bellowed.

 

Jim and Lyle squirmed in their bondage, and began to gyrate their shiny asses faster, bouncing and wiggling, making the most tempting targets for Don’s lust. Both of them started sobbing into their gags, knowing what was coming.

 

“Ok, ladies, you stay just like that,” Don ordered and began unbuckling his pants.

 

“MMMMPPPRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!,” Jim and Lyle screamed in unison, trying like hell to free their bound wrists and separate their tied ankles.

 

Suddenly, the door to the building slammed open. 

 

“POLICE! FREEZE!”

 

An undercover informant had clued the cops in on the breakout awhile back. They allowed Jim and Lyle out long enough to uncover the money.  Trev and Don (pants around his ankles and shuffling) went into custody. A whole squad of cops gathered around the mattress. Jim and Lyle still bound and gagged, rolled over with their not substandard cocks flopping and squinted into their flashlights. Their situation was genuinely mortifying but being taken back to prison was preferable to ass XXXX.

 

“Whattaya say, guys? They’ve caused us a fuckload of trouble, and they are in a perfect position being bound and gagged and all. You think these naughty boys need a round robin spanking over each of our laps to teach them a lesson?” the cop in charge asked heartily.

 

As the rest of the cops goodnaturedly cheered and agreed, Jim and Lyle looked at each other, eyes wide once again.

 

“MMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!”