With my free hand, I reach in my bag and pull out an exacto knife pen. I hold it up close to Thurston. It is the size of a giant sword next to him. He freezes as I begin to rub the cold flat side of the blade against his face. He starts crying and sobbing - offering to make me rich if I let him go. Fat chance of that happening.
I carefully use the blade to rip off his shirt and khaki pants. Then go the boxers. The clothing lightly falls to the ground far below my newest toy. I set down the knife and suck his feet into my immense mouth. With my teeth scraping at his lower legs and feet, I am able to pull his loafers off. I stick out my tongue, "Now you see them," then I close my mouth and swallow with an overexaggeration, "Now you don't - ha. I bet you would taste much better than those dingy shoes." Thurston begs for mercy again. But, it falls on deaf ears.
I set a lamp down on the ground and grab tape out of my bag - I've gotten used to bringing everything needed for a night of "fun". I tape him to the metal bars holding the lampshade. The light is very close to his back. I'm positive that strong watted light is kicking off some major heat. Slowly roasting my dinner snack.
When he is good and secure. I flick my ring finger lightly - at least lightly to me - hitting his balls and cock. He wails and shrieks which makes my bone start growing. I smack him harder this time, "When I am done, you aren't going to have the balls to talk back to me." Pretty sure that the third shot crushed his testicles to slush, but oh well, I keep on playing with them. I even lean down and wack them a few times with my massive tongue. His screaming seems to be a much higher pitch now.
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