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I rubbed my knuckles as I looked down at the kid lying in a heap at my feet.  He had gone down like a house of cards – all it had needed was one little tap on his chin.  OK, it was a more than a little tap, and I had been  holding him by his necktie when I socked him, which did give a little emphasis to the blow, but still…I sighed. Mardoff was getting sloppy, or desperate. This kid was nothing like the last goon that Mardoff had sent after me. I licked my lips as I thought about him.  Big, beefy, blond and Armani-clad. I’d kept that guy, Buck, down in the cellar for three days. It had been great fun breaking him in, breaking him down.  He’d been a real professional, which made it all the more fun.  By the time I finally let him go, he had been docile as a lamb.  This kid though – he had seemed to be an amateur. That was why I was wondering if Mardoff was getting desperate. Maybe Buck had spread the word. Sigh, it was time to get to work.

  I rolled the kid onto and his stomach, and tied his hands behind him. Tight.  What was the use of rope if it wasn’t tied tight?  Now that his hands were immobilized, it was time for some more fun stuff. I fetched a few bandanas.  I tied one around the kids’ eyes – he already knew what I looked like, but I found that not being able to see tended to accentuate the fear – plus it gave me a thrill.  I nudged the kid in the ribs a couple of times. He started to moan. Good, I wanted him conscious.
 “Wakie, wakie. Time to rise and shine, pumpkin.”
  “Wha-what happened to…GGGGGHHH!”

  Ah, how I loved that choking sound.  The kid of course had presented me with a prime opportunity to stuff his mouth.  I had a special bandana for that job – one that I had used to wipe off the sweat from my last workout.  He coughed and XXXXd and gagged. Yum, what a great sound.  Just to make sure that he didn’t spit out the balled up bandana, I slipped another one between his teeth and tied it off, tight. I grabbed the kid by his hair, and jerked him to his feet.  I picked up his own XXXX and jabbed it into his ribs.
  “Get moving, pumpkin. XXXXtime is over. I’m sorry you’re not going to get any milk and cookies, but if you’re a good boy I might give you something else. “
  “ GMMNNNOOOOO! MMMNOOOOOO! BMMNOTHAT!”
  I snickered.  Good old Buck must have broken down and spread the word about what I had done to him.  No wonder Mardoff was relying on amateurs to do his dirty work. This kid was probably desperate to break into the business. Too bad for him.  As I shoved him down the stairs leading into my cellar I patted him down.  Ah, a wallet. It was always good to know who I was dealing with.  I removed his wallet before I shoved the kid down onto the old bed I kept down here. He gurgled helplessly into his gag as I examined the contents of his wallet. What a fucking bonus!  Either Mardoff had sent his own nephew to take me out, or else the kid wanted to impress his uncle and had taken the initiative. It didn’t matter. I was going to have some fun with the kid, plus I would collect a hefty ransom. Mardoff was the scum of the earth, but he was known for the affection he held for his family.
  “MMMGGGAAHHHH!”
  I had to admit the kid had some spunk.  Trying to ram in the gut with his head, whilst blindfolded and having his hands tied behind his back took some courage.  A fist in the gut took care of him.  He fell back on the bed.  I tied his legs together so that he wouldn’t be able to repeat that particular stunt, and then I got my concealed camera running.  Uncle Bernie was going to get some interesting clips sent to him, along with the ransom demand. Once that was done I pulled up the kids’ blindfold.  His eyes bulged and he screamed into his gag.  OK, I HAD made myself comfortable – this was hard work after all and I felt much more comfortable without all of those bulky clothes. Plus, it seemed a good idea to give the kid a preview of what was to come.
  “MMNNOOOOO! PLEEEZZZNOTHAT!”

  The kid heaved himself back onto the bed, trying to get away from me.   I laughed at his futile efforts at escape.
  “Come on, kid. It isn’t going to be that bad.  You never know, you might get to enjoy it.  Eventually.  I like to spread the joy around.  And if you don’t enjoy, think how overjoyed Uncle Bernie will be to get back his beloved nephew Jake.  Yeah, I know who you are kid.  That is why this is going to be so sweet. Your dear old uncle has been giving a lot of trouble, trying to get me whacked.  However, right now, I want get a look at the merchandise.”
  The kid shrieked as I ripped open his shirt, exposing his smooth chest.   Hmm, not too bad, not bad at all. He howled and struggled when I nibbled on one of his nipples. Jeez, what a wuss.   I could just imagine what kind of noise he was going to make when things got really interesting. I grabbed his tie, pulled him close and started whispering in his ear, telling him exactly what was going to happen to him. For some reason that seemed to upset him, and he went ballistic.  I sighed deeply. Buck had been much more interesting – he held out for a long time before he got really upset.  Oh well, I would have to make do with what was at hand.  Fear was a turn, after all.  If he was going to get hysterical, I might as well give him a little more reason – before the main course, as it were.  I rolled him over and laid down on him, pressing down, letting him know what he would eventually have to deal with.
   Crap, the kid was going to damage himself if continued like this.  All of this thrashing about couldn’t be good for him.  If he wasn’t careful, he was going to brain himself. I couldn’t have that – I wanted to get a wad of cash from his uncle, plus I wasn’t into necrophilia.  I needed more rope.
  I sat back and watched the streaming video.  If I were really smart, I would put this online and start charging for it.  The kid was thrashing around, screaming and struggling. The poor sap was just tiring himself out On the other hand, he was getting me  more and more excited.  This should get Uncle Bernie to pay up BIG time.