Home Invasion

Marco could hardly breath.  His chest had expanded and so too his diaphragm.  Every breath was labored and painful.  His elbows and wrists were bound together with rope behind his back.  Ropes pulled his upper arms so that only a scant 6 inches separated his bicep muscles from each other.

Wide duct tape covered his eyes and the socks stuffed into his mouth, surrounding his head.

He lay on the floor, on his stomach, next to Billy, his shirt soaking with sweat as he listened to them ransack their house.

After an untold number of hours the came back

Billy was panting for breath.  His upper arms were even closer together than Marco's.  One of them began to tickle Billy's facial hair on his face and forearms.  He jerked at the sensation that ran through his body.  Then he felt his shoes and sneakers removed, and his pants pulled offer leaving him in his shorts.  Each of his legs were bent, ankles tied to his thighs.  Billy's hamstrings popped and he gag screamed in pain.  Tying his two large toes together they balanced him on his knees, and surrounded his torso and bound arms with duct tape.  Putting him onto his side they dragged Marco next to him and tied their necks together, making it impossible for either to reach the other's knots and try to escape.

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Billy and Marco desperately fought to get free. All they got was ropeburn and tapeburn.  Marco at least had a shirt, but Billy was shirtless and tape ripped his flesh as he struggled to escape.

They lay like that for almost 6 hours, until their friend Jason arrived.