The Verdict

"Well, what do we have here?!" Ted asked as he walked into his lawyer's office, finding him bound with leather belts on the floor.

The belts secured his arms to his torso, wrists to his lap, and legs together. A strip of duct tape covered his lips. Prior to his arrival, Ted arranged for his guys, Ronnie and Mick, to make Counselor Holden Diaz more compliant for him.

"Holdy here was on a Zoom call when we got in. He tried brushing us off, but as soon as Mick unplugged his desktop, I grabbed him and said that his afternoon has conveniently opened up..." Ronnie explained.

"He assumed this was a robbery and offered his stuff to send us on our way, as if we'd do all of this just for his things..." Ronnie added, rolling his eyes.

"I'm keeping his watch, though!" Mick said while proudly showing off the watch on his wrist.

"Would you keep it down, oaf?" Ronnie demanded with a scolding whisper.

"That secretary guy is still outside! Do I need to tape your big mouth too?" Ronnie added.

"I'd like to see you try, candy ass," Mick retorted.

"You may be an ogre, but I'd strap you up and drag your knuckle-walking ass out of this office building! Watch me." Ronnie shot back, starting to raise his voice.

Ted cleared his throat pointedly and the room fell silent.

"Well, he's all yours! We're gonna head out," Ronnie said, shifting his tone.

"I owe you guys. Me and Mr. Diaz are gonna have a little chat," Ted replied, clearing the door for the other guys.

"Take it easy, Holdy," Ronnie said as he walked towards the door.

The men left Ted with Holden and closed the door behind them.

Ted walked over to Holden, pulled him towards his couch, sat behind him, and ripped off his gag. Holden winced and his face twisted, the feeling of beard hairs being ripped out pinched.

"Ted, I'm sorry about your ruling, but I can make it right! I'm a solutions ma-ghh..." Holden started to give his usual pitch, but was cut off when Ted's gloved hand clamped over his mouth.

"Ehhr thhrmmk wwrrphh kkhhrrm..." Holden calmly tried saying into Ted's hand.

Instead of being terrified and begging for his life and to not get hurt, which would be understandable and expected from someone who's physically incapacitated, with his face in a another man's grip, Holden is approaching this situation like any other obstacle he's been able to charm his way out of.

Ted DOES find this charming, but NOT in the way that Holden is used to. Holden has never faced any real danger. Even though he was literally ripped out of a Zoom call, then bound and gagged by strange men, he still seems to assume that danger doesn't exist or that he can't be hurt. Holden has always been able to talk his way out of difficult situations in a civilized way, so Ted is excited to pull the rug from under him.

"Nooo. Your turn to spout your bullshit has expired, Counselor..." Ted said in response to Holden's garbling.

Ted didn't realize how much he'd enjoy saying this to him.

"You said, you GUARANTEED, that the ruling would go in my favor as long as I followed YOUR professional advice! You were so cocky with your Armani suits and degree from a posh university... if you weren't trying to help me, I would've done this sooner just to put you in your pretty boy place," Ted added while running an open hand over Holden's neatly quaffed, black hair and rubbed the top of his head to taunt him, making him look disheveled.

Holden squirmed and tried asking Ted what he was doing. His olive-colored face turned red. Holden's cheeks puffed out around Ted's hand as his eyebrows furrowed angrily. Strands of hair stood in random directions.

"Your plan didn't work, but you still got paid and I'm not getting my money back... Consider the watch that Mick took an interest payment," Ted leaned forward and pulled Holden's head back, so he can look into his eyes.

"But I AM getting something. I'm in deep shit with the law, but you're in deep shit with me," Ted added with a devious smirk. Holden's eyebrows raised.

His brown eyes widened, showing their first sign of concern.

"So, to show you who's boss and take my mind off of my situation, I'm going to do what I've wanted to do to you since our first consultation... when you took off your blazer and you were wearing braced suspenders, framing..." Ted paused for a moment, then huskily added, "these tits so nicely!"

He grabbed Holden's chest greedily, roughly squeezing and pinching whatever he could, causing Holden to flinch and let out pained chuckles. His legs folded as much as they could. He continued speaking to Ted muffledly, his baratone voice cracking, sounding more desperate.

"You didn't seem to know what you were talking about, but your pride had me convinced that you were at least capable of helping me..." Ted continued.

"This is what I get for hiring an attorney I find attractive..." Ted trailed off as he started opening Holden's blazer, leering obviously at his chest so Holden could see what he was doing.

"You were useless in the courtroom, but you're still handsome. So, I'm going to put that to use," Ted said softly as he stroked Holden's face.

His muffled whimpers sound more like pleading.

"Your fancy suits can't save you now, but I appreciate that you dressed for the occasion," Ted added. 

His looks have been a source of power and intimidation, but now they're working towards his objectification.

"I want you to understand that I brought this small towel with me today," Ted explained as he pulled a rag out of his blazer pocket.

"It's thick, soft, and moisture-wicking... I brought it to your office for the distinct purpose of sticking it into that lying, babbling mouth of yours that hasn't done anything except make me want to put it to use," Ted added as he held the rag in front of Holden’s face, so he can see it.

Holden looked up towards Ted, making a face that was saying "please don't!"

"So, before you keep trying to talk your way out of this through my hand, know that I'm not here to negotiate anything. I'm not interested in a single thing you have to say. If I want any of your possessions, they're already mine. Right now, you're in my possession and you're not in the position to do anything about it. Do you understand?" Ted asked as he looked into Holden's widened eyes.

As soon as Ted moved his hand from Holden’s mouth, Holden began to call for help.

"JJE-AGHhh!!!" The aforementioned towel stifled Holden’s call for his secretary, Jeff.

Holden coughed and gagged as Ted forced the rag deeper into Holden’s mouth. Ted has been looking forward to stuffing Holden's mouth, partially for revenge, but also because he enjoys having this upper hand. Mr. Diaz isn't happy about his predicament, but can't even scream.

Ted's hands traveled down to the knot of Holden’s tie to loosen it. He pulled the tie up to Holden's mouth, instructed him to open his mouth wider, tightened the tie, and wrapped the rest of the tail around his head to keep Holden from spitting out the rag. Holden continued to cry out for help, but his screams were stifled and raspy.

With Holden's silence, both of Ted's hands were free to do what he wishes with the lawyer. He started by unbuttoning Holden's dress shirt, revealing a nest of dark chest hair. All Holden could do is make indignant sounds, which is music to Ted's ears.

"You know... if you wore your shirt like this more often, I probably would've assaulted you a lot sooner..." Ted explained.

"When I see a man's cleavage... I get the urge to just ravish him!... If he resists me, I'd just want to hold him TIGHTER!" Ted went on, sounding breathy.

"Maybe we should get back on that Zoom call that the boys interrupted..." Ted taunted.

"If clients and colleagues got to see you when you weren't able to butter them up with your legal jargon and 'solutions man' nonsense, they'd see that you're just a pretty face with a law degree... who's more useful with an open shirt and a rag in his mouth," Ted said matter-of-factly, dressing Holden down while he was unable to retort and literally undressed.

He coiled tighter around Holden, who was just terrified and helpless prey at this point. Ted grabbed, tickled, and pinched whatever he wanted on his lawyer's body. His reactions are reduced to flinches and pathetic pleas because he's all out of defenses.

Ted and Holden quieted down, catching their breath. Both were perspiring. Ted felt coolness in his crotch. Fondling and degrading the lawyer caused some leakage in his briefs. Holden's state of distress resumed, but was more subdued from exhaustion. The belts and struggling have made his skin feel tender.

"You've been making a lot of noise for someone who's gagged..." Ted remarked, breaking the silence.

He ran a hand over Holden's hair to try flattening it.

"You're probably wondering why Jeff hasn't intervened or even interrupted our fun with a phone call or something..." Ted added, capturing Holden's attention once again.

He turned towards Ted, wrinkling his forehead as his eyes narrowed towards Ted's face.

"Oh! Don't worry. I didn't hurt him..." Ted reassured.

Holden looked slightly relieved.

"You should've seen your face!... No, I have nothing against him... Jeff is cute though. I'm sure you get off to ordering him around..." Ted rambled.

"Wouldn't it be fun to be found by him, though? All tied up and exposed... urgently trying to tell him to untie you even though your mouth is stuffed and you'd have no control over whether or not he does..." Ted began to muse.

"He would be like 'Mr. Diaz, what happened to you?! Why are you undressed?!... Oh, I can't understand what you're saying!'" Ted chuckled at his own inaccurate impression of Jeff with a high pitched and breathy voice.

Holden listened reluctantly. He rolled his eyes at Ted's  amusement and waited to hear about what happened to Jeff.

"When you two are alone... it would really reveal if he'd simply be a rescuer or if he'd take advantage of his upper hand... Maybe he'd pull out his phone and get a picture of you, cop a feel of your vulnerable body, or maybe he'd just take a moment to mentally drink up this view..." Ted enjoyed ruminating.

"You helpless and desperate, undressed, needing him, hoping that he doesn't enjoy what he sees too much... You'd still try to uphold your authority over him, hoping that he doesn't tell anybody and still has respect for you..." Ted reminisced.

"But, I'd recommend that you pay Jeff more... it didn't seem to take a lot to convince him to look the other way as me and the guys let ourselves in to see you..." Ted explained.

Holden froze in anger and shock.

"Don't look so surprised. You know that you're the type to give people who work for you cheap trinkets for Christmas instead of anything valuable or, you know, a holiday bonus," Ted added in Jeff's defense.

"And before you think about firing him, he has some good dirt on you AND he will be the one who finds you, so it would pay to be nice to Jeff even if he isn't particularly nice to you," Ted threatened with a playful grin.

"BUT... before I go, I'd like to make things more interesting for when you're found in your big-shot attorney office..." Ted added while reaching into his blazer.

Holden looked up at Ted with visible dread in his eyes. Ted first pulled out a leather blindfold. Holden shifted with unease.

"Oh, let me guess, you have an opinion about this too?" Ted teased as he sat the blindfold down.

"Well, Mr. Diaz, you can express that opinion into this!" Ted remarked as he pulled a ballgag out of his pocket.

The gag had a large silver ball and black leather strap. Holden's face scrunched up in displeasure as he let out muffled groans in protest.

"I don't know if your mouth visually looked that big or if I've just wanted to shut you up that much, but I decided to go with my biggest one... you think it'll fit?" Ted explained to Holden tauntingly as he dangled the gag in front of him.

Holden reluctantly shook his head "no," knowing that he wasn't actually being asked, but hoping that this could dissuade Ted from putting this gag on him.

"No?! Well, we'll have to find out, won't we?" Ted exclaimed as he reached for Holden.

Ted first blindfolded Holden. Then, he pulled Holden's tie below his chin and removed the rag. Holden sighed for the moment that a gag wasn't in his mouth.

"Now, say 'AHHH'!" Ted cheekily ordered as he shoved the ball of the gag into his lawyer's mouth.

"AAGghGHhh..." Holden let out as his mouth was forced open once again.

Holden's cheeks were stretched to their limit. His lips twitched around the rim of the ball as his face adjusted to the new gag. He never would have thought in a million years that he would have preferred the rag that was drying his mouth and tickling the back of his throat over anything else, but it was definitely more comfortable than a hard rubber ball that put so much pressure on his jaw. Who would have known that anyone would get so much pleasure out of Holden’s silencing?

All Holden has known was being articulate and able to pose compelling arguments, but now he can't do either! Not only that, but it appears that Ted has fantasized and put serious thought into physically shutting Holden up beyond merely preventing him from screaming for help. Holden has no idea what he could have said, or how much he has said, to warrant so much animosity towards his ability to speak.

"Awww. Is that uncomfortable?" Ted patronized.

Holden nodded with a pitiful groan out of sheer reflex. At this moment, he would like nothing more than for this ball to come out of his mouth.

"Well, that's too bad. It looks like I was right about how big of a mouth you have!" Ted snidely retorted.

"Maybe Jeff will hold onto this gag after he cuts you loose. Then, he could keep it in his desk to remind you of your moment of vulnerability..." Ted reminisced knowing how much Holden would hate that.