Anton thought the deserted office block would provide rich pickings of scrap metal to steal.
He drove up and brazenly entered the building in broad daylight, expecting to help himself.
Dressed in shorts because of the warm, muggy weather, he expected it to be a sweaty job
But he also liked people to look at him and admire his gym-honed body
And it was indeed his sexy body which first caught the eye of a surveyor
Who happened to be already there, upstairs, preparing a structural report for the sellers.
He found Anton in the middle of ripping out some copper cabling.
In this part of the world you could get away anything if you had the right connections
Anton didn't, but he could see right away that this man did, he wasn't just anybody
and everyone knew that the owners of this factory were powerful, dubious people.
So when the man simply told him to hold out his wrists, Anton meekly obeyed.
He tied them together with rope which meant an irregular, unofficial punishment
Tying them to the stairs overhead confirmed it would be an on-the-spot job
Don't worry, they won't collapse, I've checked, I'm a surveyor, the man said.
And he proceeded to survey Anton's unprotected body with considerable thoroughness
His briefcase contained a host of tools and equipment suited to inflicting embarrassment
and enough discomfort to cause the staircase to creak ominously at times.
And a camera of course, able to record whole procedure in quality images.
Anton squirmed and suffered for 3 long hours before he was allowed to go.
But it was the parting remark, as he put his shorts back on, that chilled his soul.
"Very good" the surveyor said, "My employers will probably be in touch"
Where were the Police when you needed them? thought Anton.
Image of Anton by Russian Captured Boys
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