Blind dates are the worst, Ethan thought to himself.

Dave seemed like a cool sort of guy at first. Cute. Liked the same bands as Ethan did. Had a job. They met at Ethan's favorite pub, had a beer or two. Talk turned to maybe going home together. Fine by him! Ethan sat his big frame onto Dave's couch and noted the decor while Dave rustled up a few more drinks. Some photographs of a trip to Costa Rica. A portrait of his dog. A PAINTING OF A DUDE ON HIS KNEES BOUND AND GAGGED IN FRONT OF A MASKED DUDE WITH A VERY BULGEY JOCKSTRAP!

The fuck? Ethan liked to give it a little rough sometimes. Going easy on the lube. A little spanking now and then. But bondage? Fuck no! That sort of stuff skeeved him out. The thought of being helpless, all tied up and struggling and unable to do anything about it...no thanks! Plus, he was a total top. No way was he getting tied up!

Or so he thought. Dave came out with two beers, some torn strips of sheeting, and a bright red scarf.

"Ah....what's all that for?" Ethan asked hesitantly. "Ever been tied up?" Dave asked, grinning.

"No. And I don't ever plan to be. You know what? I gotta go." Ethan rose from the couch, his wallet chain jangling with his quick movement. Screw this. This dude was a freak.

"Hey! What's the problem?" Dave asked angrily.

"Look, I'm not into that freaky shit. And it's kinda dumb that you tried it on me on a first date, man. You've obviously got some issues. Later."

And Ethan thought that was that. Until Dave got him in an armbar. And flipped him over onto the floor. The breath was XXXX out of him. Stunned, Ethan gave no resistance as Dave rolled him over and began binding his hands behind his back.

"No...stop...cut it out, man..." Dave wheezed. He had no idea the guy was so strong! He was shorter than him and Ethan was no slouch in the muscles department.

His wrists quickly and expertly bound behind his back, Dave lifted him up and shoved his ass onto the couch. Ethan was still so out of it from being manhandled that he gave barely any resistance when Dave secured his ankles. He was all bound up now, totally helpless and at this crazy guy's mercy. He did begin to squirm, trying to loosen his bonds. But they were so tight and his fingers couldn't reach the knots!

"Listen up, slave I've been looking for a big lumberjack slut to dominate and you're the lucky winner. Now let's not have any lip about it. Once I've fucked you out, you'll be free to go. I doubt you will, though, cuz' you'll probably want to stay like the rest of my other fuckdogs."

Fuckdogs?!?!

"Look. I will fuck you up, dude! I am not into this! You will go to jail! This is XXXX. This is...MMPPGGHRRR!"

Ethan's protests were swiftly cut off by Dave stuffing his mouth with more sheeting! His mouth was packed full of cotton, and Dave made him even more inaudible by tying it off with the bright red scarf! Now he was not only bound, but he was gagged!

"Mmmmppgghrrhhr!!!" Ethan screamed into his gag. He refused to be held prisoner!

Dave merely laughed at Ethan's useless struggling. It was so HOT to see this big masculine man writhing in torment on his couch. Ethan stopped bouncing long enough to give Dave a XXXX glare which irritated him.

"Don't give me that look. You were begging for this. The joke about wrestling. The way you looked at my metal bracelet. And guess what? Slaves don't get to give their masters pissy looks. Luckily, I've got just the thing."

He advanced on Ethan, and wound another strip around his eyes. Ethan mmpphed some more. He was now stuck. Tied, gagged, blindfolded. Completely at Dave's mercy.

He felt himself being dumped on to the ground like a sack of taters. He felt Dave astride him. Hissing in his ear.

"Welcome to your new life, piglet."

The End

Model:Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/08/2013