Two Models, 43 Minutes
They may have been low-level hoods, but Robby Echo and Codey
Steele had big
plans that would move them to the top. Plotting late one night at a
bar, Robby and
Codey toasted each other while boasting that the old men would
never know what
hit them. Unfortunately for the young thugs, their scheming was no
secret to one of
the old men and he chose this moment to strike. Within moments,
the ambitious
gangsters sat tightly bound on the chairs where they'd been
lounging; as they
struggled, the mean old gang boss taunted them, then tied black
cleave gags tightly
between their lips! Left alone for a moment, desperate Robby
hopped out of his
chair and tried to loosen his bonds against the edge of the bar.
Codey also tried to
stand but slipped onto the floor, then squirmed over next to Robby;
both were
dismally aware that they wouldn't be escaping from their bondage
anytime soon!
No more jackets, shirts and ties for Robby and Codey, who stood
bound and
bare-chested in the control of the unforgiving old man. Tethered to
the posts of a
wooden bar-booth and gagged with duct-tape, the muscular young
men strained
desperately against the unyielding ropework. Once confident in their
ability to
overthrow the old-timers, Codey and Robey cringed pathetically
when their cold-
hearted nemesis menaced them with a wooden rod!
Things couldn't get any worse for Codey and Robby, right? Only
if they
considered being stripped to their briefs, tied and ball-gagged an
improvement --
but the shivering former tough guys knew better! Sitting back-to-
back in wooden
chairs, they tried but failed to reach each other's roped wrists before
rolling around
on the floor in vigorous but futile efforts to free themselves.
The vengeful boss took a new step in his sinister disciplinary
campaign by
stashing Codey and Robby in a narrow storage closet. Bound hand
and foot in
underwear, the crestfallen conspirators mumbled through their tape-
gags as they
co-operated in attempting to free themselves. Still snared in rope,
Robby and
Codey edged along the carpet until they emerged from their tight
quarters, then
Robby managed to stand and check a pair of doors in hopes of
escape, but soon sat
wearily next to his friend. Both were shocked into action when one
of the doors
burst open and the evil oldster loomed over both helpless men while
they propelled
themselves down the hall!
All bad things must come to an end, and for Robby and Codey
that meant lying
face-down on a living-room rug, their ankles tethered to nearby
couches; once
more their wrists were tied securely behind their backs while duct-
tape over
medwrap gags covered their mouths and wound around their heads.
The struggling
studs received a humiliating reminder of their powerless position
when the sadistic
boss swatted their brief-clad bottoms with the rod before a final
indignity severely
diminished their mobility. After the tethers were used to draw Codey
and Robby's
feet close to their hands, the hogtied pair grovelled on their
stomachs, then rolled
onto their sides as the head evildoer looked on in amusement.