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 "Hands up, fucker!"
Travis's blood froze as he stood up from the refrigerator he'd been raiding for an after-midnight snack and saw the orange jump-suit-clad figure emerge from the shadows of the dining room.   Before he could utter a word, a second figure, smaller than the first, came forward.
"Hey Jimmy, look, he's naked!" the second one said.
"Shut up, asshole...go grab some of that rope from inside."
Travis's mind was racing as he stood petrified, his hands in the air. Some of his friends had warned him about renting a place so close to the state pen, but it was a nice house and he had scoffed at their predictions of jailbreaks and escaped cons. He licked his lips and tried to speak..
  "What...what do you want?" he squeaked.
"Don't you worry yourself, pretty boy. Let's just say you'll be having some unexpected guests for the next day or so."
Travis gulped as the second con, who was around the same height and build as Travis, re-entered the kitchen. He was holding coils of white rope in one hand, and in the other, what looked like a bandanna and some other cloth.
"Tie his hands", snarled the one with the XXXX.
  "Sure thing, Jimmy," said the other, as he spun Travis around and crossed his wrists behind his back. Within 15 seconds, Travis's wrists were tightly bound. Despite his fear, there was something weirdly erotic about being handled and bound by the cute criminal. He watched as the other one laid the XXXX down on the kitchen table and began working with the cloths. Travis knew that he was about to be gagged, and he wondered how it would feel. The big con opened up the bandanna, and rolled a white handkerchief into a tube shape and laid it in the middle of the bandanna. He then rolled the bandanna around the handkerchief, making a double layer of cloth. He stepped behind Travis and XXXX the thick roll of cloth between his teeth, pulling the loose ends of the bandanna taut behind his neck. Travis grunted as the gag was double-knotted behind his head. A firm hand on his shoulder XXXX Travis down to the floor, where the shorter punk quickly bound his ankles.
  "Can we get some clothes now, Jimmy? I'm sick of these jumpsuits!"
"Yeah, go upstairs and see what you can find...look for his wallet, too. We need some cash."
"OK, buddy!" Travis heard the cuter con bound up the stairs toward his bedroom. He eyed his captor warily from his position on the floor.
"Now, don't give us any trouble and you'll come out of this OK, got it?"
Travis nodded...he felt humiliated lying on his own kitchen floor, nude, bound, gagged and helpless in front of this rough stranger. The second con returned in a few minutes....dressed in Travis's best pair of Levi's, his brand-new navy blue Timberlands, a white t-shirt, and Travis's favorite leather bomber jacket. Travis was surprised at the thought that crossed his mind...how hot the punk looked dressed in his clothes. The Levi's were snug, accentuating his firm butt and prominent package, and the t-shirt stretched tightly over his meaty pecs.

 "He's got a lot more clothes for you, Jimmy. But I couldn't find the wallet."
"Nitwit! OK, show me where the bedroom is." Glancing down at his gagged and bound captive, he growled. "You stay put, got it?"
The two cons went upstairs. Travis realized this was his only chance to escape. He managed to draw his legs up and push himself along the wall to a standing position. He tested his bonds... they were tight as hell, but he could keep his balance, and he began to bunny-hop over to the kitchen drawer that held the cutlery. If he could get a knife, he might be able to...
"What the fuck?"

 Travis saw stars as a meaty fist clipped him in the jaw. He fell back to the kitchen floor with a crash. Stunned, he felt two pairs of hands mauling him and dragging him up. He was tossed into a chair and felt more rope being whipped around his body. He groaned as his roped hands were crushed against his back while he was tied firmly to the chair.
"That wasn't very smart, punk," Jimmy growled as he knotted the ropes tying Travis's legs to the chair. Travis's eyes cleared and he saw Jimmy dressed in some more of his clothes. He was about the same height as Travis, but much broader and beefier, the result being the stolen Levis were skin-tight on him. Travis had read that when you're taken hostage, it's much smarter to try to get along with your captors and get them to like you. He looked up at Jimmy with his sexiest bedroom eyes, and moaned into the tight-fitting gag. As Jimmy reached down to tighten some knots, Travis brushed his head along the XXXX's beefy arm.
  "You are kind of cute tied up and gagged like that," observed his captor.
The second XXXX chimed in, "Yeah, he's fucking hot! Can I touch him, Jimmy?"
"Sure, go ahead," replied Jimmy.
Travis tensed up as the more handsome con began to feel his chest...he slowly massaged Travis's shoulders and biceps, tweaking his nipples.
Travis groaned as one hand fell down to his exposed package. The con slowly massaged Travis's shaft and fondled his balls playfully....Travis began to drift....
Travis jerked awake suddenly. As his head cleared, he realized he was still tightly bound and gagged in his kitchen. Images of the two cons who had attacked, bound, gagged and XXXX him flashed through his mind. He looked down at his lap and saw the paper laying over his dormant cock. "Thanks for the hospitality" it said. Travis smiled under his gag. It hadn't been THAT bad.......

Travis played byAndre
Photography by Caitiff