“Why did Dasol vote for himself?” Nahum asked.
“Why did you vote for me!?” Artis asked Nahum.
“I think Chet made some good points early on,” Nahum said, “I think you might be Mafia. You and Dasol.”
“Nooooo” Dasol said, “I could never be Mafia, please don't vote me out.”
“It's obvious he voted for himself because he wants to be tied up,” Carlo said, “Dasol doesn't really care about games, he’s probably just jealous of the guys who are already out.”
“No I LOVE games, please don't vote me out and tie me up and…”
“I don't buy it,” Nahum said, “I think he's doing some mind game. Make us think he wants to get out so we WON’T vote him out.”
“That's DEFINITELY what I'm doing, omg you figured it out” Dasol said.
“Can we preemptively gag him before we vote?” Nahum asked.
“Sure,” Harry said, “I let Carlo do it to Mateo.”
Nahum grabbed one of Mateo's discarded socks and shoved it in Dasol’s mouth. He wrapped bondage tape around the twink’s head to seal it in.
“I think it might actually be Chet,” Jeremiah said, “Ricky voted for him last time, and then the Mafia got him.”
“I don't know,” Artis said, “as much as I don't trust Chet, it would be pretty gutsy for a Mafia to go after the person who just voted for them.
“Chet isn't Mafia,” Carlo said, “it was my turn to learn an identity last night, and I picked him.”
“Bullshit.” Jeremiah said, “it was my turn to learn an identity. I chose Artis”
“How many people learn an identity each night,” Carlo asked Harry.
“Just one.”
“Then you're lying.” Carlo said, “I picked Chet. I wanted to know if the loudest guy in the circle is being sincere. He is. Why are you going after him Jeremiah?”
“I'm not, I-”
“What was Artis?” Chet interrupted.
“Not Mafia.'
"Bullshit," Chet said, "I don't buy it. Jeremiah's gotta be Mafia. Him and Artis."
“What the fuck guys,” Jeremiah pleaded, “Carlos is lying to you. I picked Artis because Chet kept gunning for him. Chet and Carlo are probably working together.”
“What do we do about Dasol?” Nahum shouted over the group. “Have we forgotten that he voted for himself?”
There was a pause. The guys looked at the gagged twink in the corner.
“How does the game end?” Artis said.
“When the majority votes to abstain,” Harry explained, “the game ends. Only then will I tell you who was Mafia and who wasn't. If any Mafia remain, then all the townspeople -whether they were still in the game or not- spend the rest of the night tied up at the Mafia's mercy. If no Mafia remain, then the people who made it to the end get to dom everyone who got tied up, both Mafia and Villagers.”
A few guys made the connection in their head. The game wasn't just about winning, it was about choosing who would spend the rest of the night captive. It didn't matter if the Mafia was defeated, if you were a townsperson and you got voted out now, you'd be a prisoner to your surviving allies at the end of the game.
“What if we already got them?” Artis asked, “maybe it was Selim and Seth.”
“I don't think so,” Nahum said, “it's too small of odds. There's too many people still acting suspicious.”
“Plus some of the people who are out may have been people that could check identities.” Carlo said, “is there any way to get out people back in?”
“If someone manages to escape,” Harry said, “they get back in. But you can't just release them. I get final say for if their bondage is secure enough or if it needs to be tighter before they can try to escape. So far you've done an excellent job getting everyone tied to my standards.”
“Alright y'all,” Nahum said, “I say we vote out Dasol. Whether he's Mafia or not, I reckon he's not adding much to us taking down the Mafia. Probably best to get him out of the way. Whoever is the person that checks identities tonight, you gotta check Jeremiah or Carlo so we can figure out which one of them is lying.”
It was a good enough plan given the circumstances.
Everyone voted for Dasol. Including Dasol.
The men stripped Dasol naked. The subby twink was so excited to get tied up. His mind raced with thoughts about what elaborate rope work Nahum might tie him in. He got hard just thinking about how the men might torture, tease, and edge his defenseless body.
But the men who'd voted him out decided to deny him of these kinky dreams. They set up a ladder in the corner of the room, wrapped Dasol in saran wrap and duct tape, and then taped him standing up to the ladder. They fully covered him, so no part of his body would get any stimulation. Not his begging dick, his willing ass, his sensitive nipples, or his ticklish pits. He was away from everyone else, gagged, immobilized, and most frustratingly left completely alone.
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Nahum tickled Luke. Mateo finally was confident to approach Jurgen and fuck his throat without having to be led there on a leash, though Carlo quickly took hold of the leash again when he was done with Luke.
Carlo took over the job of teasing Selim, who moaned and fruitlessly tried to thrust himself to completion. Chet peeled the layer of dried wax off of Seth's back and began dripping more hot wax onto the poor hogtied man’s sensitive skin.
Once everyone had a few minutes to enjoy themselves, Harry gathered the group for the next night.
As the men finished responding to Harry on their phones, Luke walked out of the bedroom, wearing only his underwear, and the few remaining pieces of saran wrap and tape he was still tearing off himself.
I have a suspicion that Mateo and Carlo are working together. Mateo is silent (forcibly), and that makes him slide under the radar easily. That can explain his awkwardness earlier. I'm convinced that Artis is innocent. Carlo has a fewer alibi than Jeremiah, but the detective may be Mateo, and he just can't say anything, so then it's Jeremiah and Artis?. 
I'm really fooled by this!
. Go mafia! take those bound bodies
