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 Struggling against his tight ropes, Peter thought, “How the hell did I get into this mess.”

His hands, elbows, legs, and toes were tied very securely with no hope of escape.

“God damn it” Peter screamed into his plug gag. He should never trusted that “salesman”.

This all started around 5pm; Peter was laying down on his couch after a hard day of work. He was in his favorite casual clothing: an orange wifebeater and a pair of jeans. He was about to drift off to XXXX when he heard a XXXX on the door.

“WHAT?!” , Peter yelled at the door. “Who is it?”

No one responded so Peter didn’t get up and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, there was another XXXX on the door, but this time there was a voice “Is anyone there?”

Peter got up and opened the door. There was a guy about 20 to 25 wearing a black suit and black pants holding a briefcase.

“Good evening sir”, the mysterious man said. “Can I have a moment of your time?”

“What is it?” Peter sounded pissed and was about to slam the door.

“Can I come in for a minute my good sir? I want to sell you this great cleaning product that will save you hours of cleaning time”, the salesman sounded pleasant.

Wanting to end this quickly Peter decided to let this guy in, let him do his pitch, and then kick him out. Peter motioned the salesman to come in and he followed Peter into the house.

“Nice place you got”, the salesman smirked.

“Uh thanks”, Peter responded. “So, what’s this thing you are selling now?”

Suddenly Peter heard a click and felt a sharp pressure on his back. “What the hell is this?!” he yelled.

“What do you think this is dumbass?” the salesman smiled. “I’m going to rob you.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it!” Peter turned around.

“Sigh” the salesman dropped his head. “You muscle-bound lunk heads are all the same. No brains.”

The salesman lifted up the concealed item right between Peter’s eyes. “Now, can you guess what will happen next? I suggest you think VERY carefully about your next move.”

Peter’s face contorted with suppressed rage, but he just lifted up his arms and put his hands in the air.

“You are not as stupid as I thought. As long as you do what I say, this will be a very quick and simple robbery”, the salesman motioned Peter to the couch.

Peter put down his arms and sat on the couch. He rolled his eyes and asked, “Now what?”

“Now all I want you to do is put your hands behind your back. Simple even for you” the salesman pulled out some white rope from his briefcase.

“Call me Sal by the way” the salesman said while tying Peter’s hands. Sal was no novice when it came to tying someone up; his knots were very tight. He even had the presence of mind to tie Peter’s upper body too so in case Peter’s hands were free, he was still tied up.

After a minute, Sal stood up and looked at the tied up Peter. He tried to move his hands, but could not.

“Tight enough for ya?” Sal chuckled.

“Shut up” Peter grunted.

“Well” Sal looked insulted. “Don’t we have an attitude today?”

Sal looked through his briefcase and grabbed a plug gag. “Now, open wide”, Sal held the gag over Peter.

“No!” Peter refused and clamped his mouth shut.

“Ok so it has to be this way huh?” Sal sighed. “Ok fine.”

Sal went over to Peter and pinched his neck. Peter let out a loud yelp which gave enough time for Sal to shove the gag in and tie it behind Peter’s head.

“MMMM!” Peter shook his head in protest.

“Shut up.” Sal smacked the back of Peter. “Now all I have are the legs. Can’t have you kicking me now can we?”

Peter hearing that tried to kick Sal with his strong powerful legs, but Sal managed to grab both of them and hold them together in his left arms.

“Ugh” Sal kept restraining Peter’s thrusting kicks. “Why do you ALWAYS have to fight back.”

Sal got the white rope on the floor and managed to get the rope around Peter’s ankles.

“This isn’t going to be enough for you” Sal pushed Peter’s knees together. “I have to cover all of my bases.”

Sal literally went through the rope as if it was on fire. He was sparing no expense to rope in the fact that he just kept wrapping and tying Peter’s knees, ankles, and feet. He even tied Peter’s big toes together.

“Ok”, Sal panted. “You are FINALLY tied up. Be a good boy and stay here while I look around this dump of a house.”

Sal left the room which left Peter all alone on his small couch. He tried to break the ropes by pushing against them, but it was no use. Again and again he tried to escape, but the ropes were too tight. No matter how many times he tried to pull, push, or break the ropes, it was completely pointless. Finally Peter thought he could escape so he managed to prop himself up and get to his feet. He thought if you could just reach the door, he would be in the clear so he started to hop towards the door. Just as he was about leave the room and hopped right smack into Sal and fell.

“There’s nothing here worth stealing AND you were trying to escape?” Sal angrily said.

Peter just stared up at Sal as Sal was just standing there thinking.

“OK, new plan” Sal started to pick up Peter. Peter tried to scoot away, but Sal picked him up and threw him over Sal’s shoulder. “I might as well take you and maybe get a random out of it or something.”

Sal carried Peter out the front door and threw him into the trunk of his car. “I just hope you got some rich uncle who will pay me to get you back”, Sal snickered. “Enjoy the ride.”

Sal slammed the trunk door shut and drove off into the distance with his way too trusting muscle-bound lunk head.

The End

Peter played by Darien

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production : 02/04/2009