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I needed a place to run to for a while. The cops were being a little too nosy for my tastes. Fortunately I knew just the place.

It was a farm house off the beaten track. Only one guy lived there from I what I had seen. He would be easy pickings.

I XXXX and made up some excuse about needing the phone. That got me in. When I grabbed the guy around the neck and wrestled him to the ground, that got me control. Young guys like this were always easy. They never thought that someone could over power them.

I had planned ahead. It was hardly the first time I had had to take control of a guy. I had rope ready and before my young victim even knew what was happening, I had his hands tied bound tightly behind his back. I tied off the rope around his waste so the knots would be out of reach.

Next came the tape. I preferred my prey in silent. So I taped his mouth up nice and tight, layers and layers of tape over his mouth.

“MMMPPHH!”, The guy moaned pitifully. He struggled against his bondage for all the good it did him. I knew how to tie up a guy so he wouldn’t get free. I could keep him bound and gagged for as long as I wanted.

My stomach was growling though. There was no food in the house. Typical single guy. Well, I would obviously have ot go out. But I also needed to keep my new friend from wandering off.

A closet door was my answer. My prey tried jerking away when I unzipped his fly and pulled out his man hood. I needed him hard and fortunately he was already halfway there. I stroked his long dick until it grew big enough for what I needed. I could hear the guy making little moaning noises. I supposed he expected I was going to get him off. And if I got bored maybe I would do that later. But right now I needed his dick hard for another reason.

I looped some rope around the now swollen organ and pulled it just tight enough that his dick couldn't’ be pulled free. I then tied the other end of the very short rope to the closet door knob. One knob attached ot the other. My hostage now had a leash that would keep him right there. He couldn't’ move very far without yanking on his junk. The rope was so short that he couldn't even try to undo it with his bound hands.

The guy gave me an angry glare as I left him like that but I didn't’ care. I grabbed his credit card from his bed room dresser and got some junk food.

When I came back, as expected he was still there. Poor guy. His dick was looking a bit sore. It hadn’t gone soft at all.

So I undid the rope and then tied up his legs at the knees and ankles. I would be staying for a while so this would let him be a little more comfortable during my visit. I didn't’ want to be a bad guest. My young hostage would of course have to stay bound and gagged the entire time. There was no helping that.

I taped up his eyes, put a bandana over his mouth to secure the tape and sat his ass in a chair in the closet. I then closed the closet door so I wouldn’t have to hear his moaning too much while I watched some tv.

The End

The Hostage Host Uriah

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:04/20/2011