Jake was still a little stunned. Fifteen minutes ago, he'd been having a nice afternoon XXXX, and now he was sitting up on his bed, staring at a stranger who was pointing a XXXX at him. He'd been having a great dream when he had started to feel something odd. A strange feeling of constriction had wrenched him out of his dream, and as he struggled to wake up, he slowly realized his hands were pinned behind his back. He struggled to jerk himself upright, and glancing down at his chest he saw bands of bright red rope tied tightly around his upper body. He tried to pull his hands forward but realized that they were securely webbed behind his back. As his eyes focused, he saw the strange figure sitting in a chair facing him.

"What the...who are you?" Jake demanded.
"No noise," the stranger answered calmly.
"What do you mean, no noise? Get the hell out of my place!" Jake barked.

The stranger let out a soft sigh and reached into a backpack that stood on the floor. Jake's eyes widened as he saw him pull out a large roll of red duct tape, the exact same color as the ropes that bound him.

The stranger stood and approached him. Jake tried his best to shrink away, but with his upper body tied, his balance was off. The stranger, who was tall and strong looking, pinned Jake down with one forearm while tearing off a strip of the tape.

"No! Ple....mmpppphhh!"

Jake's plea was cut off by the strip of tape plastered over his mouth. He moaned as another strip was laid over the first, then another, gripping his jaw and face in its firm grasp.

"I said 'No noise'", the stranger said calmly. He turned and grasped Jake's jeans- covered legs in his large hands and began to tie them together with the tape. As the tape grew tighter and tighter on his legs, Jake realized that he was helpless.

"That should hold you for a while", the stranger said, rising from the bed. Jake watched in amazement as he left the bedroom. As soon as he left, Jake began struggling against his bonds. The ropes were tight, and his legs were wrapped in the cocoon of tape. Grunting and moaning, Jake began to sweat as he struggled, not making any progress at all.

After about 10 minutes, the bedroom door opened. The stranger stepped into the room and looked down at his bound and gagged captive. Jake grunted defiantly at his captor,

but this only seemed to amuse him. A sly smile came onto his face, sending chills down Jake's spine.

"You know, you look pretty damn cute trussed up and gagged like that", the stranger said. "Cute feet, too."

Feet? What the hell....? Jake cringed as the burly stranger reached down and grabbed at his exposed bare feet. He bucked as the first sensation of tickling shot through his soles as the stranger pawed them playfully. The last thing he wanted to do was laugh in this situation, but the excruciating tingles that raged through his body gave him no choice. With his mouth tightly gagged, his laughing and protesting merged together into an unintelligible sound. Twisting and turning, Jake was helpless as the captor tormented him. It was one thing to be robbed, tied up and gagged, but this personal contact was humiliating and infuriating. Jake moaned as loudly as he could, but he knew how thick the brick walls of his loft were, and that no one would hear him even if he wasn't gagged.

Jake gasped, trying to catch his breath as the vicious tickle attack suddenly stopped. But his relief was short-lived as the stranger's hand gripped his swollen package.

Jake closed his eyes and whimpered. The first thing he'd do once he was untied was get those old locks replaced!

The End

Jake played by JMZ
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/13/2010