The Second Time by Kirkone
29 photos; 4:57 video
The Second Time
Kirkone
Nick sat in the chair in the hotel room and waited, his heart pounding with anticipation. He could not believe he had gone this far. The first time was last week, a day after graduation. He had been chatting with him for years, and they arranged a meeting.
“Tie me up,” Nick had said - his voice quivering as he spoke his darkest secret.
“You have never been tied up before? I find that hard to believe as I read your stories – they are so real.”
“Never,” Nick said. “Always in my head.”
“OK, just relax. And if it gets uncomfortable, let me know”
Nick nodded. Is hands were shaking as he put them behind his back and for the first time felt the bite of the rope across his wrists and ankles, the feel of the cloth between his teeth, and the darkness of his eyes blinded.
“OK, try to get out.”
Nick trashed against the rope. He was tied snug. He really did not want to get out. As agreed, he was left alone for an hour. When his new friend returned, he cut him free. Nick rubbed his wrists. He was hard as a rock.
His daydream was ended by a sharp XXXX at the door. Nick opened it, and his buddy was back. But this time he was wrestled to the ground, and quickly bound at his wrists. Nick’s heart was exploding in his chest as he struggled in the game: his mouth was stuffed and taped and his ankles roped. Dumped on the bed, he awaited with great anticipation what was going to happen next.
It was then that he felt there was something wrong.
A second man entered the room.
“Here are his car keys. Bring the car to the front.” Nick was puzzled why they would move his car until he watched his friend empty his wallet of cash and cards, and remove his jewelry. “He moaned an “OH NO,” as he began to feel betrayed. The other returned, and both men threw Nick on his belly. One shoved his wrists torturously high behind his back, sending waves of agony through his shoulders, neck and back. The other pulled his hair back, ripped the tape off his mouth, and put a knife to his throat. “All your ATM codes – debit and credit, QUICK! AND NOT ANOTEHR FUCKING WORD!” Nick was so afraid he could not think, but another jerking of his arms behind his back XXXX the numbers from his mouth.
Again he was gagged. “Hogtie him!” They pulled his ankles behind his back and bound them to his hands.
“Enjoy your second time SUCKER!”
After six hours of struggle Nick was still tied up. The maid heard his gagged pleas for help and found his bound and gagged.
The car was never found. They had robbed him of five grand.
But Nick did not mind.
He was online the next day thinking about his upcoming third time.
The End?
Nick played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/15/2008