Jaded Dick
© D. Musgrave

Excerpt:

The look on his face went from bliss to shock in an instant. The horror of recognition took over and he pulled against his bonds. He'd been exposed, and I had no doubt he was there of his own free choice.

The fact that Tye had ripped the mask off his head told me why Willow was so interested in Tye and Liza.  Adding that to the information on the other tape, and I knew exactly why Tye had played along with Willow's games. She'd had enough dirt on Willow to write her own check.

Thinking about why John Swindell would be involved in such a risky venture, reminded me of the goon in the trunk. I decided that I'd best deal with him before he woke up. As I worked my way back through the house, I made sure to put everything back the way I'd found it. Finally, I stood behind the borrowed sedan and checked the trunk. The hit man was still out like a beached carp. I had to get rid of him, but I also wanted to make a point.

A wicked thought flashed into my mind and I chuckled to myself. I slammed the trunk lid and slid into the front seat of the car. I drove off with a plan that would send a message to the goon and Willow.

Several miles later, I pulled the car to the side of the street. It was loud enough on the busy street that I wasn't worried about anyone hearing the goon if he woke up.  I went into the novelty store, bought what I needed, and noticed the strange look I got from the cashier as I paid for my purchases. I didn't give the clerk a reason for my selections; I figured he could use something to make his job more bearable.

I drove away and headed for the upper east side of town. Once I reached the tree-lined streets of the high rent district, I headed the car into a deserted park. With it being after hours, I knew I'd be able to put my plan into action without the threat of being caught.

Grabbing the sack from the front seat, I went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He was still out cold. If his considerable bulk hadn’t been rising and falling with his breathing, I might have thought he'd died.  I reached over him, and pulled on his arm. Rolling him over the edge of the trunk, I let him fall onto the pavement with a thud.

I pulled out my pocketknife and cut him free.  Before he had a chance to wake up, I cut away his clothes. In a few seconds, he was dressed in only his red and white striped boxer shorts, black socks, and sock garters.  I decided to leave his socks on to make him look even that much more comical. I rolled him back over, and cringed as I thought of how the asphalt would feel rubbing against his cock head. Using the duct tape, I bound his hands behind his back and finished by hogtying his ankles to his bound wrists.

It wasn't easy, but I somehow managed to hoist him up and tossed him back in the trunk. When I shut the lid, I sat on the back bumper gasping for breath. Once I could breathe again, I climbed back in the car and drove out of the park and into the high rent district. Pulling the car to the side of the street, under a huge elm tree, I sat in the dark for a few moments. I had to be sure that no one was out and could see me. The street was deserted and I saw no other cars.

I climbed out of the sedan and retrieved the paper sack from the back seat. I had to move fast to finish my plan. Opening the trunk, I dragged the goon out, and again let him fall to the pavement with a thud.

I grabbed the duct tape I’d wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Because of how he was hogtied, getting him from the street to the front gate of the Swindell Estate was going to take some work. For a moment, I considered cutting him free and leaving him in the ditch.  Instead, I hauled him across the ditch and dragged him through the grass. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep and having to deal with the goon twice already. Sweat stung my eyes, although it was cold enough to see my breath.

Finally, I made it to the wrought iron gates that barred the driveway to the Swindell Mansion. I positioned the goon with his back against the metal gates.  Running back to the car, I prayed that I'd have enough time to finish the setup.

I was gasping and wheezing when I made it back to the prone hit man. I wanted to sit down and catch my breath, but I knew a car could come by at any moment.  Forcing myself to remain calm and focused, I emptied the sack at his feet.

Cutting his ankles free, I grabbed the roll of duct tape and bound him to the gate in a sitting position. I then picked up the bottle of lube and gritted my teeth as I squeezed a large glob onto his cock. Grabbing the penis pump, I filled the chamber with the rest of the clear gel.

I didn't think about what I was doing, I just did it.  I placed the pump cylinder over his cock head and gave the bulb a squeeze. Luckily, the suction pulled his cock head in and sucked his cock up to the hilt with a squish.  The clear lube oozed out and around the base as it created a vacuum.

I grabbed the two metal alligator clips and snapped them onto his tiny man nipples. When the teeth dug into his flesh he groaned, and I expected him to wake up. He didn't, but I watched his cock swell.

Picking up a tube of bright, red lipstick, I wrote the word slut across his forehead. I then took out the folded piece of paper I'd written a note on, for both the goon and his boss. It said:

To whom it may concern,

I know what you tried to do.

Too bad it didn't work.

You might want to do a better

job of screening your employees.

Regards,

A concerned citizen.

I taped the note to the penis pump with a strip of duct tape. Giving the pump a squeeze, I watched his balls pull in tight to his body. His massive cock filled the inside of the pump. It barely fit and looked as if it squeezed his shaft too tightly.

His eyes shot open and he struggled against his bonds, but couldn't get free. Putting my index finger to my lips, I shushed him and turned away. As I walked past the column beside the gate, I pressed the intercom button.  When a sleepy voice came through the speaker, I said, “Delivery at the front gate.” I didn't wait for a response. I turned and walked away, climbed into the sedan, and drove off. In the rearview mirror I saw someone in a golf cart approaching the gate.

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