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You’re going to regret, this you two-bit punk. You and your…MMMMPHH!"
Norm Halliday’s tirade was cut short as a beefy hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Why don’t you just shut your mouth, Mr. Hot Shot? Or maybe I’ll shut it for you. I’m sick and tired of listening to you yammering away. You’re really starting to get on my nerves. But from what I’ve heard, you should be used to that. You don’t seem to be in the running for winning any popularity contests."
"MMMGGETMMMUUPUNK!"
"Yeah, yeah. I’m really frightened, tough guy. Can’t you see me shake in my boots? You can talk tough all you want, but I didn’t notice you putting up a fight when we took you. You were so frightened I thought that you were going to piss in your pants. Now, let me go and find something to shut you up."

"Fucking punk." Norm muttered under his breath. He WAS a tough guy – just ask his employees and his competitors. He could take on this punk any time he wanted – but only in a fair fight. He didn’t consider three hulking, muscular goons armed as a fair fight. He would show these creeps who was boss.
"I’m warning you, you cretin, if you….GGGGGLLLMMMMPHHHH!"
"You were saying? Sorry, big guy, I can’t hear a word that you’re saying. I wonder why?"
Norm fumed, muttering imprecations into the tape gag that now covered his mouth. The bastard had wrapped the tape around and around head, after first stuffing Norm’s mouth with his own handkerchief, which he had extracted from the inside pocket of Norm’s suit jacket.
"That’s much better. Now I don’t have to listen to you. Don’t you ever get tired of the sound of your own voice?"
"MMGOOCANTMMDOMISSTOME! GGGIMMIMPORTANT!"
"Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, I know you’re important. Why do you think we grabbed you? For the pleasure of your company? HA!"
Norm lunged forward in impotent fury. Damn, if he weren’t tied up, he would teach this punk a lesson he wouldn’t forget. He had had the temerity to chuck Norm under the chin when he called him sweetheart, and had made disgusting kissy sounds. Norm was real he-man; he wasn’t going to submit to this kind of behaviour!
"Relax, macho man. There’s no one around here to be impressed by your posturing. You’re just another one of those little tin pot tyrants who likes to throw your weight around, but when push comes to shove, you’re just a big old wuss. Aren’t you?"
"MMMWWUUSSSSS!!!GGGMMRRIPURHEADMOFF!"
"Tell it to the Marines. I told you, I’m not impressed. Now let’s get you ready for some pretty pictures. First, a little note. Yeah, that looks good. Nice big letters, so that no one should have any trouble reading them. And if the sight of you all tied up and gagged doesn’t get your partners all anxious and upset, this might do the trick."
Norm gulped as he felt the big XXXX jammed against this temple. The punk was laughing as he it let it slide down Norm’s neck, and then he jammed under Norm’s chin, forcing his head back. Sweat started to trickle down Norm’s back.
"MMMMNOOOO! MMMPLEASEMMDONT!"
"Aw, is the big bad hard nosed asshole afraid? Does the little XXXX make Normie frightened? Don’t piss your pants on me, big boy. Though that might make a good picture, I don’t want to sit around with you smelling like a big old baby who hasn’t had his diaper changed. OK, now all we have to do is wait . You are such a big prick, your partners might just say good riddance."
"Damn, this waiting is really boring. What do you say that we play a game? But first I want to get rid of this mask. It’s getting really hot. I guess that means that we will have to do something about those eyes of yours. We can’t have you taking a peek at me, can we?"
"MMMGAMMEE? MMNNOOOOO!"
"Don’t be such a big suck. Are you afraid of the dark? Too fucking bad, big boy. Now it’s time to play the game. We’ll find out what kind of macho stud you really are.
"GGMMMPHH? MMHEEEY! MMSHTOPTHAT! MMUCANTDOTHAT!"
"If you hadn’t noticed, you’re the one who is tied up and gagged, and I’m the one with the XXXX. I think that makes me the one who is charge. Now just shut up and we’ll play the game."
Norm wriggled in his chair as the bizarre game began. Norm’s crotch was being alternately squeezed and stroked.  Norm made inarticulate grunting noises as he felt something start to grow in his groin. No, this couldn’t be! It was impossible!
"Hey, you aren’t doing too badly, hot shot. I can feel you’re already starting to pop a woody. Now for round two. Time to get rid of some of those clothes.
"GGGMMMANNNOOO! MMSHTOPRIGHTNOW! NNNOOOOO!" Norm howled into his gag as he his belt was unbuckled and zipper was undone. Moments later his pants and his briefs were pulled down, exposing his swollen cock and balls.
"Oh, that’s nice, really nice. Just waiting for me to play with you, aren’t you? I can see that you’re already drooling. Isn’t a good thing that I pulled your pants down? We wouldn’t want to get that nice suit of yours all sticky, would we?"
"MMMONNNHHNOOO! OMMMMYYY. MMMOHHHH!"
Norm struggled as the bastard stroked his cock and played with his balls. Oh, he was getting so hard, he knew that he was going to blow his load any minute. Oh fuck, he couldn’t stand much more of this. Any minute now, any minute…
"MMMWHAT? HHHUHH?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you the name of the game, didn’t I? It’s called cum control. You see I make you hard and ready to shoot, and then I stop. And then I start on you again. And then I stop. Isn’t it fun?"
Hours passed. Norm was sobbing into his gag with frustration. His cock was getting sore and chafed with the constant stroking and sucking, but the sadistic bastard who was holding him captive always stopped at the crucial moment. Norm thought that his balls would explode soon if they didn’t get some release.
"BRRRRRINNNNG. BRRRRRINNNNGGG."
"Good news, hot shot. Your partners have dropped off the ransom. They’ll be here within the next hour. Won’t it be a treat for them, to see you with your pants down, and your dick out? How are you going to explain that to them? However, that’s your problem. It’s been a blast, big boy. Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you again some time."
"MMMMNNOOOO! UMMCANTMMLEAVEMMEMLIKETHIS!"
Oh God, that bastard. Leaving him here all tied and gagged and horny as hell. Norm tugged and pulled at the ropes around his wrists, rope that had been getting looser and looser over the hours that the punk had been torturing him. He finally managed to get his swollen hands free. He fumbled at the ropes around his ankles. Ah, the relief of being able to move his legs, trapped in that one position for so many hours. He ripped the tape from his eyes. He looked around him, half expecting to see his dick head partners laughing at him. Thank God, he was still alone! He took his poor abused cock in his hand and started jerking, thinking of the vile things  done to him. He bit down on the sodden handkerchief that was still stuffed in his mouth. Oh yeah, the bastard would never have been able to do this to him if hadn’t been all tied up and gagged. As he erupted, spurting a geyser of cum across the room, Norm wondered how much it would cost to arrange another .

Norm played by Stu
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 03/23/2002