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Everybody in the neighborhood liked Dave. He was a really cool guy, fun to hang with and he was always fixing people's cars for free. But he did have one vice. He smoked about 5 packs a day, blowing smoke everywhere. Not only did he blow all his money but his doctor was telling him he had the lungs of an 80 year old. Dave was 23. Finally we all talked him into quitting. Unfortunately a day later...

"Hey man, I thought you were going to quit!?", I asked when we saw Dave smoking outside his apartment.

"Yeah, well, I went a day and couldn't take it so I decided I'll quit later."

The first day was the hardest and if Dave didn't even have the will power to last through that... We all looked at each other and came to a decision. It was time for an intervention.

"Don't worry, Dave, we'll help you quit."

"Uhh, ok. How?" Dave asked warily.

"Mmmmmppffaaaa mmm!" Dave grunted as loudly as he could. he was probably trying to say something more intelligible then that but the cloth gag that was wedged between his lips made everything come out a mumble.

Dave's grunting grew louder and more frequent as he twisted in the ropes we had used to tie his hands and feet with. Not that he had any chance of getting away. The knots stayed secure. But Dave struggled anyway.

"We're sorry to be so rough but this is the only way. And with you on vacation, we have plenty of time to help you kick the habit."

"Mmmmfff mmm mfffaaaooo!", Dave mumbled angrily into his gag.

"You're welcome!"

The first few days are the hardest. And it didn't help that Dave had no will power when it came to smoking. Desperately he twisted and rolled and struggled to get free. Though we knew he couldn't get free, and would be promptly retied even if he did, some of us from the neighborhood sat around his apartment and made bets to as too how far he would get. By late that night, I had won. Dave had not only not managed to get free (as I knew he wouldn't. I had been the one to tie him up) but he couldn't even spit out the gag which was tied very tightly in his mouth. Basically, Dave just twisted and rolled and grunted what sounded like obscenities. It was great entertainment.

Eventually everybody had to go home. It was late and people had to go to work or church the next day. And the kids had to go to bed. In the end, I was left alone with our bound and gagged neighbor. It had been my idea to tie him up and I had been the one to actually do the knots that now bound our friend. I had a responsibility to look after him. I also didn't have anything to do tomorrow. So I settled onto the couch with a blanket.

Strangely the grunting Dave was making was kind of soothing. I lay back and watched him continue struggling as he had been doing all day. Where did he the energy?

Secure in the knowledge that my captive was going to remain tied up and gagged, his muffled grunts lulled me to XXXX.

The next morning, sure enough, Dave was still on the floor, tied up and gagged. The fight had been taken out of him by the long night on the floor. He was a little sore and more then a little smelly but otherwise fine.

"So do you think you are over the nicotine cravings now?" I asked.

Still securely gagged, Dave's middle finger gave his answer. Well, you always got crabby when you're quitting.

"Don't worry." I said, "I'm sure after a few more days, you won't want a cigarette ever again."

I lay back on the couch and watched as Dave suddenly found the energy to start struggling and grunting into his gag again. I just sat there and watched. I didn't mind if I had to keep him bound and gagged all week.

The End

Dave played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/25/2003