Life as a Mafioso
by Mark

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“What do we do with him?” asked the larger hulk of a man. “He’s seen our faces. We can’t just leave him here. He might talk.”

The shorter, attractive, blond one considered it for a moment. “We got rope in the trunk, right? Tie him up. Nice and tight. No mistakes this time.”

A chill ran down my spine and I had knots in my stomach. What choice did I have here? When there is a gun pointed at you, you can’t exactly run the other way. That and they were blocking the only unlocked door out of the room. The hulking mess of a man with the darker features walked toward the black car. He had his gun holstered again, while the shorter, less attractive and less hulking one kept the gun pointed at my chest. He looked at me and smiled. “We will figure out what to do with you later. For now, sit down on the ground with your legs out in front of you, take your suit coat off, and put your hands behind your back, wrists crossed.”

Shaking with fear, I got down on my knees. It’s strange the trivial things you think about when you are scared half to death. As I sat down uncertain of my fate, I began to worry about what would happen to my black suit pants on the gravel, you know, should I survive this. As I put my arms behind my back and crossed my wrists, the large guy, came up behind me with the rope and squatted down. He wrapped the rope around both of my wrists individually, and then together tightly. “I’d be scared too,” he said into my ear. He smelled of cigarettes and whiskey.

He then took another rope and wrapped it around my upper arms four or five times, pinning them neatly to my sides. Then he walked around to the front of me and grabbed both of my ankles and put them together. He took a length of rope and wound it around my ankles four times, and tied it in the front, so I wouldn’t be able to untie it with my legs behind my back. This is not the first time this guy has done this before. I wondered what happened to all of the others. Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more helpless, he then tied my knees together. Houdini couldn’t escape from this.

“Ok, let’s get him in the car,” said the blond less attractive one. “I bet we could make some money off of this one.”

A ransom? I didn’t come from money. Who did they hope to get cash from? How did I get here? I was just doing my job at the office earlier that day. My boss told me on Monday that I had to show off a property out near the water. My first real potential sell since I started with the company. I made sure to dress in my favorite suit, a simple black slim fitting suit and my wing tip black dress loafers. I wore a white shirt under the jacket with a black tie. At 26 years old, dark brown hair and eyes, I looked good. I was an attractive guy. Single, and living on my own in the big city. I was successful and happy.

I took a cab out to the warehouse, and got there early to make sure everything was squared away. When I went out to there and met these two, they didn’t give me their names. They seemed quiet, and made me a little unnerved. I showed them around the property and couldn’t tell whether or not I was really making a sale. We walked out of the warehouse and to their car. “So just give Steve a call, and we can go from there,” I told them. And here is my card if you have any more questions about the property.”

I shouldn’t have looked. And I knew that as I began to look in the window of the big black car they drove. I couldn’t see it at first. It was most likely hidden under the seat, but was jostled during the drive. But as I made the mistake of glancing, I managed to see a plastic bag filled with some white powder and a few stacks of money. I pretended not to see it. In fact I didn’t react at all. I heard a clicking sound behind me. “Turn around real slow and steady. Don’t try to run, and no sudden movements.”

They ordered me back into the warehouse.

“What do we do with him?” asked the larger hulk of a man. “He’s seen our faces. We can’t just leave him here. He might talk.”

The shorter, more attractive, blond one considered it for a moment. “We got rope in the trunk, right? Tie him up. Nice and tight. No mistakes this time.”

My thoughts were shaken as the hulking lug picked my up by my armpits and slung me over his shoulder. I felt like a small kid compared to this guy as he lifted me with no problem at all. Not even so much as a grunt came from him as he carried me to the waiting car, now idling as the shorter guy was getting ready to take me to… wherever it was they were taking me.

The guy behind the steering wheel popped the trunk and I began to panic. I struggled in vain. Anywhere but the trunk, I thought. “Better knock that off, boy, or I am liable to drop you,” he said. “Might break something. I could just put you down and knock you out right here with my bare hands. Or you could save yourself a world of pain and let me put you in the trunk. No matter what happens though, you are going in that trunk.”

I sighed, stopped struggling and gave in. Humming to himself, he started towards the short remainder of the way to the car. My mind raced with ideas. Someone would have to find me, right? Or would they find me too late, dead, bloody, or worse? Or are these guys so good, that they wouldn’t find me at all. The big guy seemed to be focused on the walk over to the car. I thought of something quick. I lightly began to rub my left shoe against my right loafer trying to shake it loose from my foot. Please don’t let him see me doing this, I thought desperately.

Finally, my shoe came off and fell to the ground a few feet from the car. Miraculously it landed off to the side of the man, and he didn’t seem to notice it at all. He took me off of his shoulder and cradled me in his arms as he lowered me into the trunk. Please don’t notice my nylon black dress socked foot, I thought. Please don’t see it, just put me in, shut the trunk and let’s go.

He put his hand on the top of the trunk and began to lower it. Some semblance of relief came over me as I figured someone would realize I was missing and come to the warehouse, and hopefully see my lone shoe on the ground. They would figure something was wrong and trace it back to these two. I just hoped that someone would find me alive and ok.

The trunk shut. I heard the man get in, and we drove off. I struggled as much as I could with what room I had. There was no getting out of these ropes. I felt around in the dark for anything sharp that I could cut my bonds loose with. Nothing. They had also taken my wallet and cell phone. I was completely at their mercy.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car pulled in somewhere and stopped. I heard an automatic garage door open. The car drove inside and the door shut. The trunk was opened, and my eyes adjusted to the light. The shorter one was standing over me, ”Enjoy the ride? Jimmy, if you would be so kind as to help our friend out of this trunk and in the house.”

Jimmy must have been the lug, as he walked over and pulled me out of the trunk, and back over his shoulder. He brought me into a small living room, decorated with some shabby furniture and a red carpet over a hardwood floor. There were curtains covering all of the windows, so no one could see in. He lowered me onto the red carpet against a wall, and they both stood over me. Jimmy the hulk grabbed my shoeless ankle and said, “Looks like he lost a shoe, huh Mick?”

I feared for what they might do to me for this betrayal. Mick, the shorter one went to pull something out a duffle bag he had. Terror crept over me wondering what it would be. His hand pulled out something black and somewhat shiny. It was the shoe that I kicked off trying to leave a trace of me behind. Jimmy must have found it when he was walking to the car. “Nice try kid,” said Mick. “But nobody is finding you. Not here.”

Jimmy pulled my other shoe off of my foot and handed it over to Mick. He took my shoes and put them with my suit jacket into the duffel bag. Jimmy still had his hand around my left ankle. His thumb grazed over the bottom of my foot and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Nice socks kid. I like the nylon dress ones as well. The ones with the yellow strip across the toes are the best.”

I didn’t want to ask, but knew I had to. I could barely get it out. “What are you going to do with me?”

“First we’re going to shut you the fuck up,“ Said Mick. “Then we’re going to decide what to do with you.”

Mick pulled a roll of duct tape out of the duffel bag and walked over. I struggled to move away, even just crawl. But Jimmy still had a hold of my ankle and yanked me back before I could try to escape. He held me there by my shoulders while Mick wrapped the roll of duct tape around my head, over my mouth a few times. “MMMMMRRRMMMMPPHHHH”, I shouted through the tape as I tried to break away from Jimmy’s iron grasp.

“Let’s take him upstairs and put him in one of the bedrooms for tonight,” said Mick. “We will see what the boss thinks we should do with him in the morning.”

Once again, Jimmy picked me up and slung me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing and brought me upstairs into a bedroom with a bed, a rocking chair, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. Mick immediately closed all of the blinds in the room, as Jimmy put me down on the bed. Mick took a length of rope from the duffel bag and wrapped it around my left ankle and around the iron foot of the bed frame. “We are going to need you to stay right here tonight. No trying to get up and move around the house,” he said.

They left the room and turned off the light behind them, leaving me alone in the dark. I grunted and furiously struggled. I figured that since both of my shoes were off, I could get my feet untied at least, but the bonds were too tight, and the rope around my knees prevented too much movement in my legs. I kept struggling, hoping to give myself a little slack to get my arms out of the ropes around my wrists, but there was no give. I must have spent close to an hour or more struggling with everything I had, when I heard the door downstairs open and close. Then I heard a car drive off. It sounded like one or both of them left. That’s when I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.

The door slowly opened and even though it was dark, I could tell it was Jimmy, from the big hulking silhouette in the doorway. “Still here kid?” he asked. He turned the light on, and I began to adjust to the light.“Mmmphh” was all I could say through the tape as he walked over to the bed and looked at me. He took a swig of the beer in his hand and knelt down next to me. He reached under the bed and pulled out a long piece of cloth. He used it to wrap it around the top and bottom bed, pinning me tightly in place in the center of the bed. He walked to the foot of the bed where my feet were tied down, and pulled the chair up to sit. He reached out and tenderly touched the sole of my socked left foot. I went to pull back, but couldn’t move. I was all his. He smiled at me, despite the terror in my eyes and began to massage my left foot with both hands. It felt good, but what the hell was he doing? He leaned over to my foot and sniffed. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like he was playing with himself while he did it. After he was done sniffing, he continued to massage my left foot, and then moved over to my right. By now he had his stiff cock out, and was jerking off in front of me. I struggled as much as I could. I didn’t want this, I kept thinking to myself. No, no no. But the more it kept on happening, the more my cock got hard. When not being kidnapped by thugs, I love the feeling of being helpless, while a guy plays with my body, specifically my feet. Add in black dress socks, and I am at your mercy, kind of like now.

“Looks like I’m not the only one enjoying this,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t worry, I will make sure you get your release too.”

He kept jerking his large, rock hard cock and moaning, while he massaged my feet with one hand, sometimes leaning in to take a deep sniff. Sometimes he would lightly trace his index finger over the ball of my foot or my toes, tickling me. I laughed through the tape and struggled. “Oh yeah, you and I are going to have fun tonight.”

After another minute or two, he shot his load all over himself, moaning loudly. I just lay there watching him, my dick rock hard in my black dress pants. Fuck, I wanted to cum now. He noticed my dick stirring in my pants, so he got up and walked to the side of the bed and began to rub it lightly with his hand. I moaned through the gag as I got closer and closer to blowing my load into my pants. Yes, yes, I can feel it, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, yes, I’m gonna…….

Before I shot my load, he pulled his hand away and gave a devilish grin. “Ah ah ah, not now,” he said. “You have to earn your load.”

He undid the sheet around my torso and the rope around my ankle, so I was free of the bed. He put me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs. “See Mick and I got an understanding,” he said as he carried me. “Whenever we end up with a young stud like you at our mercy, they are mine until we figure out what to do with them next.”

He walked me over to a basement door and undid some locks with a set of keys. After opening the door, he walked me down another set of stairs into what looked like a large dungeon. There was a table in the middle of the room with a set of restraints attached to it. There was a large jail cell on one end of the room with what looked like a functioning toilet, and a bed in it. All kinds of restraints, bondage gear, gags, and toys were all over the place. And on one of the walls was a set of whips, chains, feathers and things I didn’t even recognize. He lay me down on the table and began to undo the ropes around my knees, followed by the ones holding my feet together. I tried to kick my legs free. Even though I wanted to cum, I wanted to get out of here and go home more. He grabbed my right leg tightly while batting away my left. He held my right leg down on the table, while he secured a bondage cuff around my ankle to the table. He grabbed my flailing left leg and did the same with that. He then untied the ropes around my upper arms and wrists. Again, I tried to fight to no avail. He used one hand to hold my torso down while he secured my right arm, then my left. This guy was so strong. I would never stand a chance against him. After that, he took a pair of scissors and cut my tie off, followed by my dress shirt and then my undershirt. “Mmmm, you look so fucking good to me, boy,” he said. “I love a man all dressed up for me. Let’s leave these pants on…for now.”

My body was stretched pretty far apart in every way. I was spread eagle on this wooden table, while my arms were pulled up tight and secured down, making it virtually impossible for me to move. He put a blindfold over my eyes, so I could not talk and not see. My dick was still rock hard in my pants. I was so turned on by the fact that I was strapped down to this table in just my black dress pants, and black dress socks. I wiggled my toes in my socks to feel the smooth nylon against my skin. It made me breathe heavily. He must had noticed this, because I felt his giant hand begin to cares my cock through my pants. I writhed and moved against his hand, hoping to cum. But every time I got close, he would just move his hand away, leaving me to uselessly hump the air, or try to turn over to fuck the table, with the restraints making that impossible.

That was when the tickling started. At first it was on my torso. Both of his giant hands clamped down on either side and began to tickle me. “NNNNMMMPPPPHHH!!!!!” I screamed into the tape. “MMMMHHMMHHHMMHHMMMHHH!!!!”

I squirmed to get away, but there was nowhere to go. I was left at the mercy of my captor. He kept on my torso, moving up while taking to tickle each rib before he got to my armpits and dug in. My pelvis thrust into the air and fell down when I lost the strength, as I screamed under the gag. He was relentless. He made sure to tickling my upper body for a good long time, making me scream under the tape. He never said a word while he did this. He just kept going and pushing me to my limit. I tried to beg, but it came out as MMMMPPHH’s.

Suddenly it all stopped, as I figured I would get a reprieve. Maybe he was done, and I could finally cum. That was when I felt him start to tickle my right socked foot. He grabbed my toes and pulled them back with one hand, while he tickled the taut nylon sock over the skin of my sole with the fingers on his other hand. I screamed and screamed to no avail. I couldn’t take tickling on my feet. He had to stop, I couldn’t take any more. When he stopped and moved to my left foot, it was even worse. My left foot was much more ticklish than my right. He must have realized this, because he really took his time with my left foot.

I don’t know how long this went on. But it felt like an eternity. There is something so hot about having your feet tickled like that while you try to beg for mercy, but receive none. I just wish I had control over when I could cum. But this was Jimmy’s game, and I had no choice but to play by Jimmy’s rules.

Finally, Jimmy gave up on tickling my feet. He unstrapped my feet and legs, took off his pants and mine. Then he put my legs up over his shoulders and put his cock deep inside of me. I screamed in pain initially, but the pain soon went away. He fucked me so rough that I could barely stand it. But it felt so fucking good. I was so sweaty from his relentless tickling, and I am sure my socked feet stunk. I could tell he loved it though. While he was fucking me, he was sniffing and licking my feet. Occasionally he would nibble at my toes or my soles and make me laugh between moans of pleasure. He took his time fucking me, and didn’t touch my stiff cock for the longest time. Eventually, he began stoking my cock slowly, sometimes just rubbing it with two fingers to make it impossible for me to cum, but keep me right on edge. He grunted and moaned while whispering things like, “Yeah you’re my fucking boy tonight. My hot fucking sock slave.”Finally, he cried out, pulled his dick from my ass and blew his hot load all over my chest and abs. It was a huge load and made me all the more turned on, because I was the one who made him do it. “Fuck boy, you really got me off good. You really did earn your load tonight. Are you ready to cum?”

I nodded my head yes. I was still gagged and blindfolded, so it wasn’t like I could tell him yes. He tied my feet back down to the table so I couldn’t move my lower body again. Then he put one of his meat hands on my chest and stomach to collect the cum he shot all over and me, and used it as lube for my cock. His hand was so big that it felt like it enveloped my entire cock. It was soft and warm, and had the perfect amount of lube and pressure. At this point it had been hours since we began, and I had been to the edge of cumming so many times that I felt like I was in a trance. I didn’t last much longer than that. I arched my back and clenched my fists and toes as the first wave of cum exploded out of me. I screamed in pleasure through the gag as ropes of jizz shot out into Jimmy’s hand. “Holy shit, boy” was what he said in response to my tremendous orgasm.

He kept stroking my cock while my cum shot out through his fingers and onto my groin and stomach. I writher in agonizing pleasure as he wasn’t done playing with my cock. My orgasm was over, but Jimmy wasn’t done yet. He kept stroking my cock slowly. I shook my head and pleaded through the gag for him to stop, while I struggled against my bonds with all I had. I couldn’t take this. I was exhausted from everything that just happened. Jimmy didn’t care though. He took my cock in his mouth and licked up and down my shaft, getting all of the cum from it. I twisted and moved around, arched my back, desperately trying to get away, but he would just laugh and keep playing with my cock.

When he was done he undid the straps that pinned me to the table. I was covered in sweat and cum and couldn't move from being both sore and exhausted from the hours of torture I endured. He picked me up and gently carried me in his arms to the jail cell.

"No," I said weakly as he swung open the heavy iron barred door and walked me in. I couldn't even struggle I was so tired. Even if I had the strength, I would have been no match for him.

Not saying a word, he lay me down on the bed and peeled off my socks, which were now soaked with so much sweat and smelled terrible. He put them into a plastic bag and stuffed it in his pocket and walked out of the cell, shutting and locking the door behind him.

After he left, I fell asleep almost immediately and didn't wake up until what I can only assume was the next morning. Jimmy stood outside of the cage I was being held in. I was sore but felt rested as he watched me laying naked on the bed in a fetal position.

"Morning," he smiled. He passed a plate of eggs and toast, along with a glass of orange juice through the bars. I wolfed it down hungrily as he began to speak.

"Mick's coming back today with word from the boss. I don't know what the boss has planned for you, but I know it can't be good. Most people end up at the bottom of the lake. Others end up being sold into something or other. Either way, they are never seen or heard from again."

Suddenly I didn't feel so hungry. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I put the toast back down on the plate and pushed it aside on the bed where I sat.

"Please," I begged. "Can't you just tell him to let me go? I don't know anything and I promise I won't go to the police. I just want to go home."

Jimmy laughed, "Sorry kid, not my decision. But I suppose I could try to work something out. See, I got this idea after the fun we had last night. I know for a fact that there's no way we can turn you loose after you saw mine and Mick's faces. And if I know the boss like I do, then most likely he ain't letting you live much longer. But I think I could convince him to let me keep you down here if you wanted to keep on living. Either way, you are probably going to have to disappear, but at least you would be alive. I would feed you, take care of you, and we could have lots of fun like we did last night. I know I wasn't the only one who enjoyed myself. It would be nice to have you be all mine boy."

Live the rest of my life as a sexual prisoner of Jimmy in this cell or die. That was my choice. Fuck, what am I supposed to do? Either way, the life I have known in my 26 years is over. But the prospect of being Jimmy's sex slave did turn me on just a little. Could it be so bad living down here? Who knows what his boss would do to me anyway? The fear of the unknown was almost too much to bear.

"If I stayed here... with you, could I ever go home? Maybe eventually?" I think I already knew the answer to my question.

"You know I couldn't do that," he replied. "Don't give yourself any false hope. There is no escape. The deal is simple, stay with me and you don't have to meet my boss, or take your chances with him. And I can't help you if you choose to meet the boss. I would have my orders."

Dejected, I looked down at the bed. "Ok, I will stay here with you. I don't want to die."

Jimmy smiled. "Excellent! I think you will grow to be very happy here. You might even come to like living with me. It won't be so bad, boy."

He went to leave the room and spoke. "I need to go get dressed and ready for Mick to get here. There are clothes in the dresser drawer for you to put on. Get showered, dressed and wait for me to come back. I will need to tie you back up to bring you upstairs once Mick gets here."

He went upstairs and left me to get ready. I went to the stand up shower in the corner of the cell opposite my bed and took a hot shower.

Afterwards, I went to the dresser and pulled out a plain black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, some underwear, and a pair of the many brand new black nylon dress socks in the top drawer. Gold toe nylon socks really are his favorite, I thought as I rolled one on over my foot. It's the only kind of socks I see in the drawer. They are my favorite too. There were no shoes at all in the cell for me to put on. I guess I no longer had any need for them. I was going to have to meet with Jimmy and Mick in my stocking feet.

I laid back down on the bed and waited for him to return. About an hour later he came back down the stairs fully dressed in a black suit. "I'm wearing those socks of yours from last night kid. I love your smell. Ok, up against the bars with your arms behind your back."

I obeyed him and he tied my wrists together. It was a comfortable tie, not too tight, but enough so that I couldn't wriggle free. He was being much more gentle with me now. When my arms were tied, he opened the cell door and came in to tie my ankles together, stroking his hands and fingers on my socked feet as he did it. He gave my feet a gentle squeeze a few times, and my cock stirred in my pants. After he tied my feet, he put a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

Once I was securely tied up to Jimmy's satisfaction, he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs and into the room I was in the night before. I was lowered to the floor as Jimmy heard a knock. It was Mick. He came in and they walked over to where I lay.

"So you wanna hang onto this one Jimmy? Keep him downstairs as a little pet?" he asked. They must have spoken on the phone while I was getting ready.

"Yeah so long as the boss is cool with it," replied Jimmy.

"Boss told me to do what we want with him. He saw our faces, but we gave fake names and had fake license plates on the car. Nobody would be able to trace anything back to us anyway," he said. "I'm sure we could remove any other trace that we were with this one. Make him disappear completely. People would stop looking for him in a couple months after they realize it's a dead end."

"Yeah, the boy would rather have it this way than take his chances with the boss."

"Alright, I will go ahead and get rid of any evidence they could possibly use to find this one and tell the boss you decided to hang on to him. I'm sure he will be relieved to know the boy won't cause him any trouble"

Mick started toward the front door as Jimmy smiled to himself. He got his prize: me. His own personal sock and tickle slave.

"Funny thing is," Mick said as he was getting to the door. "The boss said to do what we wanted with him. I was coming over here to just tell you let him go. But this is probably for the best."

My eyes went wide and I began to struggle as hard as I could. "NOOOOOOO!!!" I tried to scream through the gag with no success. It only came out as a muffled cry. It didn't matter. Mick was already out the door, and probably wouldn't let me go anyway. I had my chance and could have gone home and been free. I made the wrong decision.

I rolled onto my stomach and struggled against my bonds with everything I had. I tried to crawl towards the door of Jimmy's house.

"Oh no ya don't," he said as be scooped me up and threw me back over his shoulder. As he carried me to my new home in the dungeon, I took one last look at the old life I knew. I made another muffled cry as we began to descend the stairs, and the dungeon door shut behind us.