Trussed Tyrant by Sammy

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            I tied his hands tightly behind his back. I made sure to keep him quiet by plastering tape across his big mouth. I tied his ankles and knees together to keep him from running again. He glared at me with angry eyes. It was amusing how he struggled against the ropes. “MMMPPPHHH”, was the only word he could articulate. I relished at my triumph. It was time he understood what humiliation meant. He grunted and relentlessly tugged at his binds. Trickles of sweat ran down his forehead as he proceeded with his unplanned workout of trying to untie himself. This was going to be my final gift to my colleagues and one big lesson for Travis to learn.


            I worked for the apartment security team for three years, I had intended to make my way to the police academy sooner or later but a new baby and wife changed those plans quickly. I made a good living patrolling the posh apartment building. I was always treated well by the residents and the staff. The only problem I encountered was the domineering head guard Travis.

            Travis was your average rich kid slacker. His family actually owned the building and he got the job after a series of failures. He took his position of head guard to mean that he owned all of us under his command. I was sent out to retrieve his lunches, dry cleaning, and get his car washed. He spent his shifts watching television and berating us for every mistake we made. He took to calling us every name in the book. We were XXXX to adhere to every thing he wanted to keep our jobs. After work me and others would unwind at a local bar and fantasize about all the things we wanted to do to him. Everyone agreed my fantasy was the best.

 
            After three years of constant abuse my wife and I decided that I needed to move on. I got a job working security for a mall and I was elated to walk into his office to put in my two weeks. Travis cussed at me up and down, but I didn’t care anymore, in fact a sense of relief washed over me. As my last weeks rolled on Travis targeted me for every dirty degrading job he could think off. I needed to last these last two weeks to get a full paycheck. As my last day came I decided it was time to get my revenge on the man who had humiliated me and so many others. I decided to let my fantasy come true.

            I waited for him on my last day in an unoccupied apartment. I called down to the desk and asked him to meet me there. After a few derogatory comments he agreed. He walked into the dark apartment and I pounced from behind the door. I tackled him and began my work. He tried his best to take me down but he was no match for me. I started by tying his hands behind his back as while I pressed my knee into his back. He screamed and cussed at me as I knotted the rope again and again. I was filled with excitement as I taped up his mouth. I would not have to hear his whinny voice again. After I secured him on an old cot, I sat filled with pride at my handiwork.


            I opened up his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. He screamed horrified at what I was doing. I pulled down his pants and underwear to expose his dick and sweaty ass. He kicked and grunted struggling to get free. I strung him up into a hogtie and watched as he squirmed. There was the asshole tied up like an animal and bare assed. I watched for a while as he desperately struggled to break loose. It was almost poetic to see the big boss in this compromising position. After I while I got bored. I threw down my badge, turned in my uniform and called down to the desk for all hands on deck. I left the empty apartment to the roars and gasps of all my former coworkers. This was the best last day of my life.

 
The End



Model: Ryan Rockfield
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 03/14/2008

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