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             “What’s the matter Andy?” Vic laughed at him.  “You told me that you've been tied up lots of times.”
            Andy groaned a little into the roll of bandanna that was already starting to get soggy inside of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders a little in the hope of getting the tight ropes away from his hard nipples.
            “Me and my big mouth!” Andy cursed silently behind the gag.  Why did he tell Vic that he kind of liked being tied up?  He really didn't know Vic.  He had only met him tonight at the coffee shop.  But there was something about Vic’s persuasive charm and the loneliness that Andy had felt ever since he left home to start college that had made Andy eager to tell Vic all kinds of things that he didn't normally tell to strangers.
            If only Vic hadn't been so nice and so clever when he invited Andy back to his place?  And if only Andy hadn't been so brave when Vic challenged him a friendly way to prove that he could get loose from Vic’s ropes?  Actually Andy had felt kind of excited when Vic told him to take his shirt off and then held Andy close while he tied the young freshman’s wrists together behind his back.
            “How’s that?  Is that too tight?” Vic had asked him like a friendly big brother.
            Andy sighed heavily through his nose while he remembered how he had smiled up at Vic and told the older guy that he could make those ropes even tighter if he wanted.  Andy could take it.
            “All right, now I'm going to do your feet.”
            Andy closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the soggy cloth that was filling up his mouth as he remembered how supportive Vic had been while he helped Andy to sit down on the floor and then took off his shoes and socks before he began wrapping his rope kind of snugly around Andy’s bare ankles.
            “There, that should take care of your feet for awhile,” Vic had said.
            Andy smiled back at Vic and began testing his wrists and ankles against the snugly bound ropes.  Yea, he was pretty sure that he could get out of those without any trouble.  But then he saw Vic coming at him with some more rope.
            “Uh, Vic…? I think you've tied me up enough for now.  You want to see how I can get out of these?”
            “No, I don't want you to do anything until I tell you to do it!” Vic said gruffly.
            That surprised Andy.  Vic wasn't smiling any more and now his face didn't look the least bit friendly.  Then Andy was kind of shocked when Vic grabbed him up in his strong hands and pulled Andy up off of the floor so that Andy had to lean against Vic’s muscular body or topple over on his tied feet.
            “Uh, listen Vic; I don't want to do this any more.  I think I'd better go,” Andy had said hopefully.
            But Vic’s face looked even meaner as he drew a loose bandanna out of his pocket and ran it through his fingers.  “No I think you'd better shut up until I tell you can talk again!”
            Shock and confusion numbed Andy’s body while Vic held him in a close hug.  All of a sudden Andy felt Vic’s body pressing against him, and then Vic’s fingers were on Andy’s lips.  The next thing Andy knew his lips were being spread apart and his mouth was filling up with lots of soft cloth.  After that everything was kind of a blur while Andy felt his unresisting body in Vic’s strong hands and the bite of the rope coils as they hugged his chest tighter and tighter.
            The next thing Andy knew he was sitting down on the floor and looking up at Vic while those ropes were hugging and squeezing his body in all kinds of strange ways and he could feel the bandanna gag swelling up inside his mouth.
            “Okay Andy, here is the deal,” Vic told him gruffly.  “I'm going to leave you alone for a little while.  If you can get out of those ropes by the time I get back, I'll give you a ride back to your dorm.”
            Then Vic went out and closed the door.
            For several long moments Andy was too hurt and confused to do anything.  But then he realized that soon Vic would be coming back.  What would he do to Andy if Andy couldn't get free from these ropes somehow?  Then panic set in and Andy became a wild boy – twisting and clawing and pulling with all of his muscles and doing everything he could think off to somehow escape – but none of those things worked.
            By then Andy was gasping and gagging and sweating and hurting all over from the biting ropes.  There had to be a way out of this!  If only he had a knife or something?  Then Andy noticed the partly open dresser drawer.  Maybe there was something inside that drawer that he could use to cut these ropes?
            Andy was already hurting all over, but he ignored the pain while he slowly maneuvered his body close to the dresser.  The drawer had a knob on it, but Andy couldn't reach it with his hands.  So then Andy did the next best thing.  He opened his mouth as wide as he could and then used the drawer knob to push the soggy bandanna back inside his mouth until Andy could finally close his teeth around the wooden knob.  Then Andy bit hard on the wood and pulled and pulled until the drawer finally slid open.
            Then Andy looked into the open drawer, but there weren't any knives or scissors or anything he could use to cut these awful ropes.  There was only a bunch of old junk.  Damn!  Now what was he going to do?
            All of a sudden there was a loud CLICK-CLACK sound and Andy looked up in surprise to see Vic standing there and pointing a pistol at Andy’s head.  Oh no!  Was that a real XXXX?  Would Vic really shoot him?  Was Vic was one of those crazies?
            “I'm very disappointed in you Andy,” Vic said very solemnly.  “You broke the rules.  Now I'm going to have to take you to the next level.”
            The next level…?  What did that mean?  Andy shook his head slowly from side to side and made gurgling begging sounds into his gag while he tried to ignore the tears of frustration that were welling up in his eyes.
            “Down on your belly, Twinkie-Treat,” Vic commanded.
            Andy sighed deeply and surrendered his body to Vic as the older guy put Andy belly down onto the hard floor.  Then Andy took a chance and peaked behind him.  Vic had put the pistol away, but now he was holding more rope in his hands and his face had a crooked smile.

            “On the next level you will learn how to endure the pain,” Vic told him.
            What did that mean?  Why didn't Vic explain any of these strange things he was saying?  Andy didn't know.  He only knew that his soft bed back in the dorm seemed like it was a thousand miles away and now Andy realized that he didn't know when he would ever see that soft bed again.
            And then the pain began as Andy felt more and more ropes biting into his wrists and ankles while his legs and his body were being bent further and further backwards into a painful horseshoe.  Then Vic let go of Andy’s body and the ropes took over and all at once the weight of Andy’s tied legs were pulling back on his tied arms until it felt like Andy’s arms might be pulled right out of his shoulders.  It hurt, it really hurt, and Andy was ashamed to hear little whimpering sounds escaping from his gagged mouth.
            “I'm going to leave you alone again for awhile.  If you can show me that you can endure the pain; then I will move you up to the next level,” Vic told him.
            Andy moaned softly and shook his head weakly from side to side.  He didn't want to go to any more levels.  He wanted to go home.
            But then Vic suddenly smiled and petted Andy’s sweat-dampened hair in a real friendly way.  “Don’t worry; the next level is a lot more fun than this.  That’s where I teach you how to play with toys.”
            Then Vic went out and closed the door.
            “Toys…?  What kind of toys?” Andy wondered.  He didn't understand any of this.