It was the big day. I realized it was a bit awkward but for both of us, but we had dealt with it. We were good friends and when the time came when he needed a place to stay I was glad to offer him my spare room. Billy and I got along well; we had worked side by side at the insurance company for five years. We were the two stars of the agency; we worked hard and played harder.

It was great having him as a roommate. He kept up his part of the deal, and that made me like him even more. We would go to work and spend our nights trolling for hot girls at local bars. Then one day our boss came in and broke the news that he would be moving on. He stated he would be putting both our names in for recommendation for his job. We went out that night and celebrated. The next day while nursing our hangovers we discussed our upcoming interviews with the head of the company. We decided to let things fall where they might and let the best man win. It was a bit awkward getting ready for the big day, but we smiled politely at each other and got ready. Our interviews were back to back. He would be up first and me second. We both had the same credentials and history with the company; it was all going to be down to how the head of the company perceived us. I was nervous as hell.

The morning started as usual I got out of bed and made my way to the shower. As I washed I rehearsed my answers, the questions would be generic as usual, but I needed to be as articulate as possible. I would talk about my accomplishments with the company and what I envisioned for the future. It was only a couple of hours away. I made my way downstairs for a much needed cup of coffee and ran into Billy. He looked just as nervous as I was.

I sipped my coffee and tried to get my mind off the interview by reading the paper. Billy called to me from behind and I turned to see his fist connect with my jaw. I was out; I awoke to find myself sitting in my kitchen chair with my hands tightly bound behind me. In my state I tried to wrap my mind around what was happening.

I came to full consciousness and began cussing Billy out. What the hell was he doing? He pulled a roll of duct tape from the drawer and wrapped it tightly around my mouth. What was he thinking? The tape sealed my mouth tightly shut, allowing only faint whimpers of help. He was sabotaging my interview. I knew he wanted this job, but to bind and gag me in the house we shared was psychotic. He tied my legs and ankles together as I struggled to loosen the ropes. He left me struggling as he picked out a tie.

I managed to struggle my way to my feet and the kitchen door. I screamed and yanked at the ropes as they dug into my skin. I got the door open just as Billy rushed back and XXXX me to the floor. He sat me back in my chair and smiled slyly. He waved a condescending goodbye as he left for his interview. I struggled with all my might to get loose. The tape kept my words encased in my mouth only allowing grunts and whimpers

to escape. I yanked and pulled at my binds hoping to win my battle against the ropes. It was useless.

Billy made it home a few hours later as I sat bound and gagged furious with him. He mentioned they outsourced and we were back where we started. After he untied me I kicked him out of my place. At least I got a sick day out of it.

The End

Model: Marco
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/24/2009


tags: tape gag, suit, char tied