It was a quiet mid-afternoon at Grove Street Cigar Store following the lunch crowd and before the after work rush when men would be coming to buy their end of the day smokes. This is the time of day to get paperwork done and chat with the occasional customer.
Today Louie was checking the inventory behind the counter but his nose was twitching because of the smell of paint. Ralphie, his good for nothing brother-in-law was on a ladder by the entrance to the store painting the ceiling. Ralphie really wasn't that bad; Louie had to keep reminding himself, he was having a string of bad luck. He lost his job when the factory closed and got behind in the rent and was evicted. So did so many people in the Depression. What bothered Ralphie that it has been almost a year since he, his wife (and Louie's sister) and three kids moved in. Although Louie knew that is what families do, the cramp quarters bothered him at times. Man, it's 1936 - when is this Depression going to be over?
Ralphie had been only been able to get odd jobs and when that was not possible he would do work around the shop for Louie. That was what he was doing when Tyler Norcross crossed in.
Tyler was 26, six feet, and well dressed in his black pin striped three piece suit. With his white fedora he looked like a matinee idol and much to the dismay of many people, he knew it. He had made quite impression in the advertising firm he worked in, attracting several new clients away from competitors with his innovative and creativity. Yes, Tyler had brains AND looks and he knew it, and if you did not know it, Tyler would gladly inform you of this fact.
Entering the store, Tyler removed the fedora and wiped his brow and ran his fingers through his thick, curly brown hair. It was the third day of a humidity wave and the concrete in the city was baking the streets. Just by being out of the sun, Tyler suddenly felt cooler. He would buy a couple of his favorite cigars, then return to close up some business, then meet his fiancée at her parents for dinner.
Then it happened! Splottt!
Louie looked up as he heard Ralphie yell 'Oh shit!' and scampered down the ladder. Louie yelled 'What the fuck happened?' as he rushed about behind the counter towards Tyler. Ralphie had knocked the bucket of paint off the top of the ladder at it had fallen right onto Tyler Norcross' head, the paint splattering down over the front of his suit.
Tyler sputtered inconceivably as Ralphie and Louie removed the paint bucket from Tyler's head. His entire hair and face were covered with white paint and he spitted out paint and wiped his face, splattering the paint over his hands and further over his suit. Louie and Ralphie profusely and repeatedly apologized as Tyler let loose a string of obscenities between proclamations of 'Look at my suit! You idiots! My hair!'
Louie reassured Tyler that things can be fixed and he would send Tyler's suit out to be dry cleaned, while directing him to the back room. Ralphie said he had an extra pair of overalls in the truck and went out to get them. Tyler, still almost in a state of shock, was led to the large slop sink in the back room. Louie was in a hurry to clean up some a valued customer that he flung the water not realizing it was the hot water and stuck Tyler's head underneath. Tyler screamed as Louie tightened his headlock in order to wash as much of the paint out of Tyler's hair and face. Tyler struggled and could barely get the words out that he was being scalded like a lobster.
When Ralphie returned he saw the struggle and Louie yelled out to help get the clothes off of him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Tyler, Louie raised his head from the water and Tyler tried to catch his breath. Weakened and confused, Tyler felt a pair of hands unbuckle his belt and pull his trousers down at the same time another pair was removing his jacket and he saw Louie loosening his tie. Ralphie didn't think too well and tried to pull the trousers over Tyler's shoes which caused him to lose balance and fall backwards on top of Louie.
'What are you doing you goddamn idiot?' barked Tyler. When the answer was trying to get the clothes to the cleaners, Tyler shouted. 'Well goddammit don't rip it. God I should sue you guys.'
'Now, now Mr. Norcross,' reassured Louie as he led Tyler to a chair and had him sit in it. 'It was just all a bad accident. Ralphie will take the suit and clothes to be dry cleaned. I know the owner and he will a rush job. 'He turned to Ralphie and told him to get the clothes to the cleaners.
Tyler sat in the chair shaking his head muttering that he can't believe this is happening. In that moment Louie saw how ridiculous Tyler looked sitting there naked except for his boxer shorts, socks, and one loafer that somehow survived the clothes pulling. Ridiculous, but for this moment Louie was on the point of panic over what would happen to his business if he did not calm this man down.
'Look, Mr. Norcross, we can get the suit cleared but that paint is not coming out of your hair.'
'What do you mean?' asked Tyler. 'Christ, it can't stay like that. I'm meeting my girl's parents tonight at the Beaumont. Shit!!'
'We'll just cut your hair and eventually it'll grow back.'
'Cut it? You're no barber.' Tyler began to rise but Louie pushed him back in the chair.
'How far do you think you'll get down the street in your undies? Besides, I cut my kid's hair all the time. I have the clippers right here in my desk drawer.'
Tyler sighed as Louie went to the desk and two out the electric clippers. 'Well, at least you can get me a cigar - the best you have!'
'Coming right up!' Louie left the room and entered a moment later with an eight inch cigar and a 60 ring gauge. He cut the tip and stuck right into Tyler's mouth. He struck a match and lit the cigar, with Tyler taking his first strong inhale. Cigars always calmed Tyler down and this one with his nutty taste did the trick. He commented on the selection and secretly wished there was a mirror in the room so he could watch himself smoke this mammoth cigar.
Taking another long puff, Tyler found him closing his eyes as Louie lays his head back. Tyler found himself relaxing and almost falling asleep between the humming of the clippers and the gentle rubbing of his head by Louie. His remember hearing Louie reassuring him that things would be okay. His suit would be back in a couple of hours and he could always tell his girl that his hair was cut extra short because of the hot weather. Tyler agreed through long puffs on his cigar that it was all a silly accident and even chuckled.
'There. All done.'
Tyler heard the clipper shut off and ran his fingers over his scalp and felt skin. Through his cigar he asked.'What the hell did you do? I'm bald.'
Louie explained that he had to give him a military buzz cut because the paint was through his hair but fortunately did not land on his scalp. He reassured Tyler his hair would grow back, but Tyler only muttered 'Shit' over the loss of his hair.
Tyler rose from his chair and was still a little unsteady saying he needed some air. Louie said he could go out back to the alley but that he might want to put on the overalls. Tyler nodded and put on the overalls, noticing for the first time he was missing one shoe and the shoe remaining was splattered with white paint. He kicked off the show with disgust, but Louie again assured he can polish the shoes for him. 'The best thing' sighed Louie, 'is to go outside and enjoy your cigar.'
Tyler agreed and made his way out the back door and into the alley. He leaned against the wall and took another long draw on his cigar. Damn, the cigar was good and he felt relaxed as he smoked. He couldn't believe that only a few minutes ago he was immaculately dressed and now he was shoeless wearing paint covered overalls.
Tyler did not notice the black sedan that pulled up at the end of the alley until he heard the doors slammed and two men got out. Then were both built like houses, he thought, and their suits barely contained their hulking torsos. As they approached Tyler he sensed danger but couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Then the man on the left punched him in the stomach, sending the mammoth cigar flying out of his mouth and Tyler falling to his needs. The other man took a handkerchief out of his suit breast pocket and stuffed it in Tyler's mouth, muffling his mouth. The two men dragged Tyler to the sedan, through him into the backseat, and sped off.
A few minutes later Ralphie came back and told Louie that the suit would be ready in a couple of minutes. He asked Louie where the hair came from, noticing him sweeping the floor. Louie explained about cutting Tyler's hair. He added, 'You know, after I cut his hair and he put on the overalls he looked like a dead ringer for Gino. By the way, where is Gino these days?'
Gino was well known in the neighborhood. 'No one has seen him for a couple of weeks,' said Ralphie. ' There's talk on the street that he ran off with money that belonged to Pat the Tiger.'
'Ya shitting me?' exclaimed Louie. 'What a damn fool! If Pat the Tiger gets a hold of Gino, he'll be wearing cement shoes!'
'You said it,' said Ralphie. 'That's why he's probably long gone by now.' There was a pause as he looked around. 'Where's the guy?'
'He needed some air so he went out to the alley to relax with his cigar.'
Ralphie wanted to see the resemblance between Tyler and Gino, so he and and Louie went out the back door. They were surprised that the alley was empty and looked at each other slightly confused.
Neither one noticed the half smoked cigar on the ground.
The ride in the backseat of the sedan seemed like hours to Tyler but was only a matter of minutes. Laying out in the backseat the goons had tied his hands together as well as blindfolded him. He tried to scream, but the hankie in his mouth only allowed for muffled sounds and pleas. The car suddenly came to a stop. Tyler heard the back door open and he felt himself yanked out of the backseat and dragged up a staircase, his knees banging against the steps, then what appeared to be inside a building and then thrown into a wooden chair. He then felt what was a hard rope tied around his chest, binding him to the chair.
The hankie was yanked out of his mouth and at Tyler breathed his first clear breaths. His coughed to clear his throat and began yelling. He then felt a hard smack against his right temple.
'Shaddup!' screamed a voice that he assumed was one of the goons. 'We'll do the talkin'!'
'What's going on?' begged Tyler, still blindfolded.
'Just answer the questions and you'll be just fine,' said another voice in a manner that was supposed to be gentle but was laced with threats. 'Now, Gino, where is the money?'
'Who's Gino?' blurted Tyler. 'Who's Gino? What money?'
'Quick the games Gino. Where is the boss' dough?'
Tyler panicked as reality hit him. These two buffoons had mistaken for someone else. How was he going to get out of this?
'Look, I'm not this Gino guy. You made a mistake. Honest, I have no idea what you're talking about. Please let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone about this.'
'You're damn right you won't say anything - except where the money is!' said the first voice. 'You'll talk!'
With that Tyler felt his legs lifted up in the air and suddenly there was the distinct undeniable feeling on the balls of his feet. He was being tickled! He tried to wiggle away but both goons had their hands firmly placed and were tickling him relentlessly as they repeatedly asked him where the money was.
Tyler screamed his protestations to stop and that he had no idea as he squirmed and laughed all at the same time. His body writhed with both pain and ecstasy. Tyler remembered how he had engaged his tickling with a classmate in high school after gym practice and how he had enjoyed it - oh no, it was happening again - Tyler could feel the bulge growing in his crotch.
Unfortunately for Tyler, the two goons noticed the growing tentpole. 'Look at what we got - a friggin' fairy!' exclaimed the second voice. 'He's actually enjoying it.'
'We'll fix that!' barked the voice of the first goon as Tyler suddenly felt a yank on his waist and the overalls and underwear tore off of him. Freed of its confines, his dick went to full salute. He noticed that one of the goon has stopped tickling his foot, but something much worst was to come.
'Here, gimme that feather in your hat' said the first goon. Slowly, Tyler felt the soft, tender, rhythmic stroking of a feather up and down the shaft of his penis. It was too much with the tickling for Tyler to bear, he begged for mercy, but the stroking only continued. It gracefully ran up and down the shaft and over the head. Tyler felt he was going to cum and then the movement stopped.
'You're not gonna shoot that load until you tell us about the money!' said the second goon. We can make this last all night if we have to.'
'No,' begged Tyler feeling tears streaming across his face. 'Please stop! I'm telling you, you have the wrong man!'
The tickling of the foot commenced once more as well as the feather up and down Tyler's shaft. The buildup in his loins was almost too much to bear, wishing he did have the information to give these guys. He was also afraid of the humiliation of shooting in front of strangers like this. At the point of almost climax they stopped for a minute, but as soon as Tyler could catch his breath the tickling and stroking began again.
This third time was different. Tyler knew his own body enough to know he was losing was little restraint he had left and that his brain was no longer in control of his body. With several loud grunts Tyler released his load, his penis flaying up and down and his body whipping up and down in the chair. With the last ejaculation his body came to a complete collapse and Tyler drew a long breath.
'Gee, sorry boss' whispered the first goon.
The blindfold was whipped off of Tyler and it took about a minute for his eyes to focus. Standing before was a man he had never seen before in person but recognized from newspaper photos. He was a large beer barreled man with a thick mane of white hair. He was wearing a full length camelhair coat over his suit and a thick black cigar, larger than the one Tyler was smoking earlier hung out of the corner of his mouth. It was Pat the Tiger, well known as the crime boss in this area of the state --- and his left cheek was covered with Tyler's jizz.
As one of the goons offered the boss a handkerchief to wipe off the cum, the boss said 'Who is this?'
'Gino,' one of the goons said.
'That his not Gino!' the crime boss snapped and with that whacked both goons on the side of the head. 'Morons! Where did you find him?'
'In the alley behind the cigar store,' answered the goon.
'Please, I don't anything about what these guys are talking about. I don't know a Gino or anything,' blurted Tyler, his words coming out of his mouth like a machine gun. 'I don't want any trouble, please just let me go! Honest, I won't say anything!'
'Don't worry faggot!' snapped Pat. 'An entrepreneur like myself has standards.' Pat like using big words because he felt it made him more sophisticated. He exhaled on his cigar and blew the smoke in Tyler's face. Despite the constraints and humiliation, Tyler found himself savoring the cigar smoke. 'You like cigars faggot?' Tyler nodded. 'Well then, you'll like this!'
Pat the Tiger took a huge drag on his cigar then bent down and covered Tyler's mouth with an open kiss, blowing his smoke down Tyler's lungs. Tyler accepted the breath and the strange sensation of another man's mouth on his lips. When pat the Tiger pulled away, the two goons were silent, afraid to say anything.
'We do not take out civilians. We are going to return you to where my, um, assistants unfortunately picked you up' reassured Pat the Tiger, drawing on his cigar, slowly savoring the smoke before exhaling. 'You seem to be a person who normally doesn't wear these types of clothes. Am I right?'
Tyler nodded and added it was a long story. Pat drew a chair closer to Tyler and sat down. Tyler noticed that the whole demeanor of the conversation had calmed down like he was spoken to like an equal.
'Just what I suspected, a mistake has been made. As a man of some sophistication and class you know that, um, unfortunately these are the things that can happen in any business operation.'
'But boss,' piped up one of the goons, 'he's just gonna go to the cops. Tyler immediately began repeating his protests that he would not tell anyone, but Pat the Tiger simply raised his hand bringing the room to silence.
'My moron assistant makes a good point. One has to have a little insurance' Pat said as he slowly rose and took off his coat, placing it on the empty chair. He ordered one of the goon to 'Get the insurance' and one of them took off.
Tyler began to feel a feeling of dread at the word of insurance, and sensing that, Pat drew on his large cigar and again blew the smoke in Tyler's direction. He apologized that he did not have an extra cigar to give to Tyler but that he had something else.
Tyler's eyes widened as without hesitation Pat unzipped his pants and whipped out a massive cock already gorged with blood and hard. Before Tyler could catch his breath Pat shoved his huge penis into Tyler's mouth commanding him to suck it, and suck it good. Pat the Tiger chomped on his massive cigar as Tyler felt Pat's shaft back and forth in his mouth, so huge it went back to the back of his mouth. Tyler felt himself get harder as his tongue worked his way over the dick. The room filled with more cigar smoke as Pat puffed his cigar almost in sync to his thrusting into Tyler's mouth. Moans increased in volume as the point of ejaculation grew closer and closer until Pat's huge body banged against Tyler's tied up torso. Tyler was overwhelmed with the explosion of multiple orgasms in his mouth and could feel the cum leaking from the side of his mouth.
With the last ejaculation Pat withdrew from Tyler's mouth. Tyler tried to swallow as much as he could but the cum dripped over his lips and down his chin. At that moment his eyes were startled by a bright flash. In an instant Tyler realized he was just photographed, bound, and naked except for clothes around his ankle, with man juice covering his face and upper torso.
'There, 'sighed Pat the Tiger as he zipped up his pants. ' As long as you keep quiet, no one will see that picture. However, well I guess get the idea.' As the two goons snickered, Pat added 'Now get this guy out of here! You two have done enough damage for one day.'
Back at the store, Louie and Ralphie still wondered what had happened to Tyler Norcross. Ralphie had received the suit, but no Tyler. Their conversation was interrupted by a loud thud against the back door. Rushing to the back door they were both shocked to see Tyler lying on the ground with the overalls and his shorts around his ankles and what appeared to be caked cream on his face.
When they asked what happened, Tyler just repeated he needed to get the hell out of here and meet his fiancée. Louie and Ralphie worked double time helping Tyler clean up and putting on his newly cleaned suit. As he put on his familiar clothes Tyler started to feel calmer as though this horrible afternoon could be put behind him. He even noticed that his shoes were nicely shined with no hint of the paint catastrophe. As a finishing touch Louie gave him three of the same cigars he enjoyed and placed them in Tyler's breast pocket. Ralphie called a cab and together they placed Tyler in the cab with directions to take him to the Beaumont Hotel. As the cab sped off both Louie and Ralphie both wondered where Tyler Norcross had disappeared to, but were also grateful his anger had seem to disappear.
Tyler was still a little weak in the knees as he walked in the hotel lobby and headed for the lounge where he was to meet his party. A good drink would help tremendously and ordered a bourbon from Bill, his favorite bartender, who was behind the bar tonight.
'Mr. Norcross,' said Bill as he placed the bourbon before Tyler. ' Your fiancée has been trying to reach you and left a message to tell you that your future father-in-law had the flu so they were rescheduling. Sorry.'
The bartender turned his attention to other customers as Tyler finished the drink in one gulp. He couldn't believe all he went through to get here and now this! Then he thought that maybe it was for the best and he could certainly use a stiff drink and good cigar. He motioned to Bill to bring another bourbon and took one of the cigars out of his breast pocket. A good cigar always relaxed him. He realized that he did not have a clipper so he bit the head off and then stuck the cigar in his mouth. He felt in his pockets and then realized he had no matches.
Suddenly a flame from a lighter appeared at the end of the cigar and Tyler placed the cigar in the flame. The cigar ignited and the wonderful nutty aroma circled inside Tyler's mouth. Nice gesture when a light his offered. He looked over to thank the person and froze.
'Well, well, well' grinned Pat the Tiger as he closed his lighter. If it isn't my new favorite poof!'