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I peered through my binoculars. There he was – sitting on the couch, happily watching TV. Totally unaware of what was going to happen to him. I wouldn’t have any trouble getting into the house – Richard was so careless with his keys, especially for a man in his position, and it had been a cinch to pinch his house key and have it copied. This carelessness with his keys had already allowed me to search his office; I was sure what I was looking for was somewhere in that big cluttered house. But where? I was going to have to ‘persuade’ Richard to tell me where he had hidden it – a task that I would enjoy. I picked up my bag of supplies and made my move.

It took me just seconds to unlock the kitchen door. Tsk, tsk. One would have thought that Richard would be more security conscious – just a simple lock. It had been barely worth my while to have new key cut – I could have had this lock picked in 10 seconds flat. The canned laughter of an inane sitcom drowned out any sound that I made. Such a pity that such a good-looking and intelligent man like Richard had such low taste. However, it was convenient for me, allowing me to creep up on him unannounced. I could just see the back of his head. Perfect. I would just reach over and….

"MMMPHHH" Richard cried out in pain as I yanked his arm up. The poor boy couldn’t make much sound as I had my other hand clamped over his mouth. The remote control for the TV fell to the floor as he struggled to escape from my iron grip. The more he struggled, the more I twisted his arm. The element of surprise was on my side. But I couldn’t keep my hand over his mouth forever. I needed both hands free. I had brought something with me that would keep him very quiet. I managed to squeeze both of his nostrils shut, using my thumb and index finger. With both his mouth and nose covered, Richard was having a little bit of difficulty breathing. I twisted his arm even harder – I knew how to cause excruciating pain without causing any physical damage. He went XXXX. I knew that this wouldn’t last long; I had to work quickly.

"GMMMUMWANTM?" Poor Richard. He looked so uncomfortable, and so tempting. A neat little bundle, all tied up. My favorite leather plug gag was keeping him nice and quiet, while the rope that secured his upper body kept him from wandering off. I shoved him back on the couch.

"You know what I want, Richard. Where the hell is the bloody Verney file? It’s nowhere to be found in the office – you must have it here. I want it NOW!"

"MMMFUCKMMU. GGMTRAITOR." He tried to get up from the couch, getting ready to butt me in the stomach with his head. I pushed back down on the couch.

"Now, now, Richard. Is that any way to talk to your buddy? Just tell me where you’ve hidden the file, and I’ll be out of here. Be a good fellow, and tell me where it is, and nobody will get hurt." I couldn’t resist chucking him under the chin – he looked so sexy lying there on the couch, all tied up and gagged and helpless.

"MMMNEVERMFINDMIT. GMFFUCKMINGMASSHOLE."

I grabbed him by the hair. I was getting really ticked off now. "You want to be Mr. Tough Guy? Fine!"

I took more rope and had his feet tied together in a minute. He looked up at me, his blue eyes spitting hatred and defiance. This really was going to be fun. I was getting all hot and bothered, and the evening had barely beXXXX. I didn’t really want to hurt Richard, and I knew something about him that I was sure would make him talk. I am really a kind and gentle soul, and violence of any type, unless absolutely necessary, is abhorrent to me. Luckily, Richard had this one weakness…….

His eyes bulged out as I began pulling off his socks.

"MMWATCHADOING! MMMNNOOO! GMDONT!!!!"

Even with his mouth full of the leather gag, his shrieks and screams were truly piteous to hear as I worked on his feet. Just the slightest brush of my little finger sent him into convulsions. He squirmed and thrashed about on the couch, but he couldn’t escape from me.

"Talk to me, Richard. Just tell me where that file is, and I’ll go and leave you alone. Come on, you can tell me where it is. There will be no real harm done – just a few bucks in my pocket. And I’ll be out of here for good once you give it to me. Come on, tell where you’ve hidden it."

"MMNNOO. MMNEVER!"

Hmm, the dear boy was showing a lot more stamina than I had expected. What to do next? I had really thought that the tickle torture would make him break down. I had to think about my next move. In the meantime, Richard was showing remarkable recuperative powers. He was mmmpphhing away through his gag, and trying to roll off the couch. I don’t know where he thought that he was going to go, tied up hand and foot the way he was, but all of this movement was getting on my nerves. Luckily, I had brought a great deal of rope with me. It took me just me a moment to put him into a secure hogtie. He looked terribly uncomfortable, but that was his problem, not mine. If he was going to be so stubborn, he was going to suffer.

Even hogtied, Richard was still trying to get free. He seemed to be putting a great deal of energy in rubbing himself against the couch, and he was getting a very odd look on his face. The tenor of his gagged moans seemed to have changed. They were no longer frantic cries for help, but softer, like little whimpers. This was intriguing. What was going on here? I walked over to the couch and flipped him onto his back. My, my, my. What did we have here? He pulled his legs up in a futile attempt to hide the huge bulge in his crotch. It seemed that my buddy was enjoying being tied up and gagged. I looked at his well packed jeans, neatly framed by rope. Hmmm. I thought of a way of getting him to talk.

"It’s getting awfully hot in here, Richard. Do you think that I should turn on the ceiling fan?

"MMMHMMPH?"

"Yes, I think that would be an excellent idea. You seem to be all hot and sweaty too. But first, let me make one or two adjustments."

I rummaged around in the kitchen until I found a stepladder. Just the thing that I needed. I sat down on the edge of the couch and unbuttoned Richard’s jeans.

"It looks like someone here is a happy camper. That’s an impressive set of family jewels that you’ve got there, Richard. It would be a terrible shame if anything happened to them."

"GMMMFFF? NNOOOOO! MMSTOPMMM!"

Richard seemed to be quite upset as I roped his cock and balls. I couldn’t resist stroking his cock to make it just a little bit harder. It was already dripping like a leaky faucet; I didn’t want him to cum. I needed him to be nice and hard for what I had in mind. Once I had him trussed up just the way I wanted, I took the end of the rope and pulled on it. He moaned and arched his back. Good. Now for the crowning touch. I pulled over the stepladder and climbed up on it, the end of the rope in one hand. I attached the rope to one of the blades of the fan and climbed down.

"Gee, that was awfully hard work, Richard. I’m just dripping. I really think that we need that fan on. Don’t you agree?"

""MMMNNOOOOO. MNNOOOOOOO!!! GMDONTTURNMON! MPLLEEEZZ."

"Are you going to tell me where you’ve hidden the Verney file?"

I could see that he was torn. Tears stood in his eyes. I was going to have to give him a little more to think about.

"Is this the switch that turns the fan on, Richard? If I flick it this way, will the fan start turning? I’m getting warmer and warmer, Richard. I think that if I don’t have that file in my hands very soon, I might start to melt. What do you have to say to that?"

"MMLLLTALK. GGMMHINVIDMMCASE. GMMDUMBDUMBER."

Ah, success. There was what I had been looking for. Time for me to go. Another mission successfully accomplished, and once again, no blood shed!

THE END

Richard played by Troy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/05/2003