As he paused in the doorway, something heavy struck him on the back of the head. He squared his shoulders and made his way to where he thought the sound originated. Whenever he was down there, he felt as if someone was watching him. He knew that he had to investigate, but he hated that basement. Shaun flinched when he heard a strange noise in the basement of the building.
If only he had real training, and was able to carry a XXXX and pepper spray and stuff like that. Still, it was kind of neat to have this nice shiny badge and the shirt with patch on the shoulder. He would much rather be a cop! He also wished that his security guard uniform looked more like a cop uniform the company that had hired him was running short of complete uniforms. Shaun wished that his parents’ hadn’t pushed him into studying accounting. Shaun didn’t know why it made him happy whenever he saw this cop – the cop reminded Shaun of the captain on one of his favourite TV shows. There was one in particular that he really missed seeing – a big blond hunk with a mustache. Shaun missed seeing the campus cops strutting around the university, wearing those great uniforms. Since the university campus cops had gone on strike a lot of the students had got jobs as security guards. This part-time job as a security guard for the university was giving him some much needed cash to help pay for his education, but he hated it. Shaun paced nervously through the quiet halls of the psych offices. The thug didn't seem to notice, and left the room again. Philip moaned as his gag was tightened and coyly rubbed his cheek against the robber's hand.
Once or twice, the intruder returned to check Philip's bindings and gag. As it was, the time dragged on, and Philip slowly sank back into the couch. Philip was feeling so hot that he almost wished the burglar would return and molest him, but he realized how stupid that was. He and Dwayne had talked about bondage once and a while, usually while making fun of a scene on TV or in a movie, but the seed had been planted. As he sat there, he was amazed to realize that his enforced helplessness and silence was actually turning him on. In the meantime, Philip decided to cooperate to increase his chances of survival. If only this intruder would leave, Dwayne would be able to rescue him when he got home. At least Dwayne was still at work, and hadn't been captured too. Philip, still half-asleep, sat obediently and tried to assess his situation. Philip was left alone, and soon he heard rummaging sounds coming from upstairs. "Don't try nuthin, sucka!" the invader growled into his ear. Pulled back into a sitting position, he grunted in surprise as a rolled bandanna was tied snugly into his mouth.
He was pushed down onto the sofa, and his ankles were tightly roped together. Before he could gather his senses, his arms were roughly pulled behind his back and his wrists were quickly tied.
Still half-asleep, he assumed it was his roommate Dwayne screwing around, but when he felt the cold steel pressing against his neck, he knew it was real. Tied up and gagged, he had been drowsing on the couch when he'd been jolted into reality by a rough hand clamping over his mouth. Philip couldn't believe the predicament he was in.