Hung Over by JMZ
30 photos; 7:26 video
He was such a freeloader. He never paid his way and more than once I had to cover his rent. This was getting really old and I needed to let him know that he would have clean up his act or he would have to move out. I figured I would talk to him after work; he was an adult he would understand.
I sat at my desk and waited for the day to end. It had been a long day, and boss rode me about everything. I just wanted to get home throw on some shorts and have an ice cold beer. I even thought of holding off on my talk with Chris, I didn’t need any added stress to this already crappy day. I couldn’t wait for five o’clock to come; I envisioned the couch and the remote. I could taste the beer in my mouth already. The cold suds sliding down my throat making my whole day disappear.
I walked into the house and made my way to my bedroom. I peeled off my suit and socks and walked to the fridge. My eyes glazed over in anger. I could feel a sudden rush of blood to my head. The six pack I had bought the night before was gone. There was only one suspect, and I flew into a rage. I slammed the refrigerator door and made my way to Chris’ room.
There he was passed out on his bed, the last of my beer resting next to him. He never even asked or offered to help pay for them. I went for his wallet and as usual it was empty, I wasn’t going to let this one slide. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to throw on his freeloading ass, but as I passed the utility closet a new idea hit me. I was going to make him pay for those beers one way or another.
I took the rope and headed for him. I pulled off his smelly wife beater and began to use every knot I learned in boy scouts to bind his arms and wrists. I made my way down exposed him. I pulled off his shorts and underwear and began wrapping rope tightly around his balls and thighs. The muscles in his legs tensed and I tied the final knots. I ended with his ankle and feet in strict hogtie. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I looked around his room for something to gag him with, and just as I thought the perverted fuck had a leather gag in his night stand. I always knew he was the kinky type; he had that certain look to him. I placed it in his mouth and secured it behind his head. His eyes began to open slowly exposing his blood shot eyes. He looked around and finally realized his situation. He began to thrash vigorously. He screamed through his sealed lips and gave me a fierce look of anger. “Chris I see you helped yourself to my beer again”, I said. “MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH”, he said. “You have been taking advantage of me for way too long”, I said. “MMMMPPPPPHHHH”, he said. This was going well. “This is it, from here on end you will have to start taking responsibility, and paying me on time for bills, including your share of the grocery bill”, I said “MMMMPPPHHH”, he said. He thrashed and whimpered sadly. “Also, you owe me for those beers and I expect payment by tonight. Just to make sure I get my money I’m going to take a bit of insurance”, I said. “MMMPPPPHHH”, he said. I took my cell and
began shooting pictures of him. “You have until eight o’clock”, I said. “MMMPPPH”, he said.
At the end of the month he had his full rent and paid his share of the food bill. I sent the pictures out to all our friends anyways, just for kicks He’s looking for a new apartment to move into by the end of the month.
The End
Chris played by Taylor Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2009