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There was this hot fucking guy in the football team at my college, Drew, I always wanted a piece of him, but could never get my act together to hold a decent conversation with him, since I wasn't into football there wasn't a lot we could talk about.

He must have noticed my eyes on him in the corridor and in the classroom, but he never acted on it. I'm a straight acting, well built guy myself so I guess either he wasn't interested or he never worked out why I looked at him.

Lucky for me I have a good friend in the football coach here on campus, he's only a few years older than me, we grew up together. He knows I'm gay and enjoys teasing me with stories of the boys in the team. And he knows I have a major soft spot for Drew.

As we're in most of the same classes, sometimes Barry, the coach, tells me to pass on messages to Drew, reminding him of the times of training, whatever I can find to use as an excuse to talk to the dude basically!

But this one time as we were getting to the end of our final year in college, I thought I'd keep this little piece of information to myself. I was supposed to tell him that training for that afternoon was canceled, but I had a better idea!

 This would work if he didn't get to talk to anyone else in the team, so it was a longshot. I'd dreamed of him bound and gagged for so long, I was at boiling point and this seemed like my last opportunity before he disappeared out of my college and out of my life.

By 5 pm, the football ground was desolate. The kids had all gone home from school and I was waiting in the shadows for my beefy prey. My car was parked just the other sides of the stalls, well not mine but an old thing that had been left at the janitors for months that I happened to know was not being used. I was dressed in black and wearing a black balaklava.

At 5.10 precisely Drew appears, Barry always told me Drew was infamous for his lateness. He takes a seat in the stalls with his bag, I have to act quick at this point because I know the dumb guy ain't so dumb that he'll figure out there's no practice soon.

 With my replica .45 I move towards the dude and grab his shirt, mmm, he looks so good.

"You're coming with me, punk, no arguments", I say and wave the "XXXX" in his face.

Naturally he obliges and I push him onto the back seat of the car.

He's looking at me with bewilderment, but before he can say anything I tape his mouth shut, tight across his lips.

Then I say "Get your hands together in front of you, kid" and he obliges and I tape them together tight too! His ankles are next, taped tight together.

 MMMMM, my dick is BIG in my pants!

He slouches down in the seat, WHAT A FUCKING PICTURE, gotta remember this scene forever!

This hottie bound & gagged in the back of my car? Not in a million years! Yet here he was! I savored the moment and added another strip of duct to his mouth for good measure, then I grabbed his gagged face and said,

 "Don't worry kid, I ain't gonna hurt you, we're just gonna go for a ride and if you behave I may even buy you an ice cream!"

 "MMMMMWWWWWWAAAAA?"

"Behave boy", I said and flashed the replica again. Ah, control!

I ripped off a strip of duct and sealed it across his eyes,

"This is a mystery trip, dude", I said.

 I'm surprised we got to our destination in one piece because my eyes spent much more time looking in the rear view mirror at my squirming, buff captive than they did on the road.

I was only driving the dude back to his place, I knew where he lived and knew there wouldn't be anyone around and I thought I could just leave him there without worrying as he was only tied with tape he'd soon wrestle himself free after i was gone.

 We pulled up and in my husky bastards voice I told him "We're here" and I got out and dragged him out of the car.

 His body language was all kinda dejected as he stood, all taped up and defeated, against the car and if my cock weren't so hard I might've felt a bit guilty.

I pushed him to the ground so he was sat on his derriere.

"I'm gonna untie your hands for a moment kid, but any funny business and you'll face the XXXX, ok?"

"Mmmmpppppffff", he said, wasn't he a good lad?

 I ripped off the duct and pulled his hands behind his back where I taped them together tightly at the wrists. Mmmmmm that looked much better.

"Bet you're wondering why the hell I'm doing this to you, hey boy and where the hell you are?" I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPFPFFFF!"

Well, I'm just a horny gay guy who's had my eye on you for awhile, I'm a Leatherman and a bondage master, you know what that means, boy?"

 Silence.

I pulled him up to his feet and pushed him up against the wall.

"Thinkin' I want you for my boy, my sub, my slave, kid."

"MMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!"

Drew kinda went crazy at this point and threw himself to the ground where he proceeded to struggle and roll around.

 The sight was fucking' erotic!

"It's cool kid, relax", I said. "Your pretty gorgeous and I'd love you for my boy, but I'd never seriously do that to you, like TAKE the rest of your life."

Drew was still for a moment then as I started to walk away he started getting more agitated, as if calling me back.

"You're just outside of your house, bro", I said, "you'll get that tape off in no time, chill out!"

Still, as I got in the car, he continued to scream into the gag and struggle with the tape and I couldn't help wondering, as I drove off, if he was screaming to be set free or screaming because he wanted to be my boy. Or maybe he just wanted his ice cream. Guess I'll never know.

fin

Drew played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2003