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            “What are you going to do to me,” Arturo asked, his voice trembling.  The two who had broken into his home had just finished binding his wrists behind his back.  “You made it too tight.  It hurts my arms.  Could you loosen it just a bit?”  His abductors were being annoyed by his girly boy whimpering.  One took out some bandanna rags and went to gag him.  “No,” Arturo screamed, and turned on his belly trying to kick off his assailants.  “If only I could move my arms!” he thought.  Arturo was built, powerful and strong, but was helpless with his hands bound as one grabbed his legs, the other a lock of his hair, pulling his head back, and quickly applying a gag between his teeth. 
 
            “Fuckin bitch likes to fight.  Well boy you will have something to fight about soon!”
 
            One of them stroked his hair, pulling it away from the gag behind his neck, and letting it flow down toward his shoulders, moving it from dangling in front of his eyes. 
 
            “Steve is our friend.  He is devastated that you broke up with him, and for some slut whore no less! You two were lovers for years.  If that what you do to him?”
 
            Arturo shook his head, but a sharp slap to his face made him gasp.  He was pushed face down on the bed.  He turned his head the best he could to watch them bind his ankles tightly together with rope.
 
            “And we are here to punish you!”
 
            “Punish?” Arturo thought.  A wave of fear settled deep into his gut as they finished tying his ankles.  “Are you going to torture me?” he mumbled through his gag, the sweat beginning to ooze from his pores.  He closed his eyes.  They were hogtying him.

             “Please don’t XXXX me!”  “Nobody is going to XXXX you asshole!”
 
            “Please don’t cut me up!”  “Nobody is going to cut you up sucker!”
 
            “Please don’t kill me!”  “Nobody is going to kill you shithead.”
 
Arturo did the best he could to form words begging for mercy through his gag.  He made one final try.
 
            “What the fuck are you going to do to me?”

            “It’s your hair asshole, your lovely long flowing hair.”  Again the stroked the hair on his head as it fell across his face.  “Steve wants it.  All of it as a memento of friendship.”
 
            Arturo began to buck in his binding as his captors laughed and enjoyed the show.  “Go ahead shithead.  Struggle.  Fight the rope.  Exhaust yourself.  Get the fight out of you.”  The watched as Arturo gave it his best shot, until he stopped in exhaustion.
 
            Arturo was defeated.  It took a few minutes using two pairs of scissors to cut the locks from their victim’s head.  They put them in a plastic bag. 
 
            “Something to think about boy the next time you screw a friend.”
 
            They left Arturo, now bald, covered with sweat, burking in his ropes.