Jeopardy by Fidelis
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"Alex, I'll pick World Capitals for eight hundred dollars."
"Mike, the question is"
Tony lay sprawled on the floor, watching TV. He was busy keeping score if he had been a contestant, he would be winning. He had the sound on the television turned up high, competing with the noise of his neighbour's stereo so he didn't notice the faint rattling at the front door.
"Yes!!!!" Tony added another eight hundred dollars to his score. This guy was so slow everyone knew that the capital of Uruguay was Montevideo. His glee was short-lived. His front door swung open, and a man brandishing a concealed item burst into his apartment.
"Who the fuck are ..?"
"On your knees, big boy. Hands over your head!"
With the concealed item pointed straight at him, Tony slowly got to his knees and raised his hands. He had no idea why this lunatic was in his apartment, but he wasn't going to argue him. Mrs. Rodriguez hadn't raised a stupid son.
The intruder whipped some rope out of his knapsack and started tying Tony's hands and arms behind his back. Then he pushed Tony down on his side, and bound his feet together.
"OK, big boy, where is it?"
"Where is what? I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Don't play stupid with me, big boy. I know that you've got it. Where is it! Tell me or you'll be sorry."
The evil intruder started plucking out hairs from Tony's fuzzy chest.
"Ouch, stop! Pleeeezzze! Stop!"
"Ha, fuzzy wuzzy doesn't like this does he? Just tell me where it is, I'll take it and be gone. Otherwise fuzzy wuzzy won't have any hair."
"Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Honest! Just tell me what you're after."
"That was your last chance, big boy. Open up."
"No, please, don't.MMMMGGGGHHHHH."
Tony choked as the bad guy shoved a balled up bandanna into his mouth. He lay there helplessly as a white rag was tied tightly around his head, holding the bandanna in his mouth.
"That will keep you quiet. And then when I find it..you might wish that you had talked when you could."
Tony listened as the guy tore his apartment apart. He had no idea what this guy was looking for, but he knew that he had to get out of there, and fast. He struggled against his ropes, but they were tied too tightly for him to get loose. He tried yelling through his gag, but with combination of his TV and the stereo next door blaring away drowned out any noise that he could make. OK. Time for Plan B. Tony struggled to his feet. If he could just get outside, to the hallway, he would bang on doors until someone helped him. All he had to do was to reach the door, get it open and get into the hall. He took little hops, trying not to overbalance. He didn't want to fall down the sound might alert the intruder. YES!!! He was at the door. Tony tried to open it, whimpering in frustration as his sweaty palms failed to get a grip on the doorknob. Finally, he managed to get a good hold on it, and somehow managed to turn it. He started to pull the door open, grunting with the effort. Just one more minute and he would be safe.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, big boy? You get right back here."
Tony could have wept with frustration as the intruder put his arms around him, and XXXX him back into the room. Why was the guy holding him so tight? And why was his hand down there? Hmmm. Tony blushed. Having that hand squeezing him down there was having an effect on him.
"Down you go, big guy."
Tony grunted as he was shoved down onto the floor. Ouch, that hurt.
"Gee, fuzzy wuzzy, it looks like I hit the wrong apartment. According to your drivers license, you aren't Mike Blas. And this isn't 14 Garden Grove. But since I've gone to all this trouble, I think that I deserve some recompense. Let's see what's inside those shorts."
Tony moaned as his underwear was pulled down and he felt a hand moving over his smooth butt cheeks. It was bad enough that he had missed the rest of Jeopardy, but now this guy was going to XXXX him. How much worse could this evening get?
THE END
Tony played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff