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Being the right-hand man of the shut-call meant that he had to be there with Sen to support him. This definitely seemed like one of those times when he was needed. Norman still found it hard to believe that Sword's men would do such a thing. The guys were out of control and could prove to be dangerous if not checked. That was where he and Sen would step in. Admittedly Norman wasn't much of a fighter but he had his ways.

He entered the laundry room. So far it looked like it was just Sen. Norman rememebered back when Sen first came to the UGH and he too had been raped and bound in one of the dryers. However in Sen's case the machine hadn't been turned on. Lain Brody was a crazy bastard for what he did, and these guys that fried Kuja... they were even worse. "Hey, Sen," Norman greeted without his usual cheeriness. Now wasn't the time for things like that. "So what's the plan? How will you deal with these guys?"

Sen tossed his half eaten apple aside, hopping off the dryer he currently sat on. "Hey." he greeted back, with a half-hearted wave of his hand.

He ran a hand through his hair. Plan? What was his plan? His first thought had been to cut their throats and let them bleed to death, but that would make him a murderer, and also would be over too quick. No, he wanted them to suffer, to really pay the price. "The details are still a little hazy, but... Norman... what I want you to do is give Franks a blowjob, when he's really into it, I want you to cut his foreskin off." He knew it was a lot to ask, but if he offered Franks a blowjob himself, it would look suspicious.

He moved closer to Norman, slipping a wrapped blade into his hand. "Leave Morton to me."

He nodded slowly, holding out his hand to take the blade from Sen and slip it into his back pocket. He had to admit that Sen had a pretty good idea and a great sense of poetic justice. What better way to punish these guys for what they did than hurt them in the worst possible place. It was actually quite devious when Norman thought about it. He smirked; he hadn't done this kind of business for a while, not since Sen had moved into the cell with him.

"You can count on me, Sen. I'll do a good job. But first, let me get something pleasant to think about while I do it." Norman moved forward and pressed his lips against Sen's, tongue moving out to taste his friend's mouth briefly before pulling back. He'd be ready for anything now.

Sen kissed back, smiling against those lips. "Mmmm when we're done here, I'll reward you with a lot more than just a simple kiss." He murmured, before brushing his lips against Norman's once more.

He pulled away when he heard footsteps moving towards the Laundry room. He'd bribed the patrolling Guard not to let anyone else in other than Norman, Morton and Franks. He was beginning to feel a little nervous about the whole situation - but there was no backing out now, it was too late to have a change of heart. Besides, they deserved this!

"Ah, boys... Glad you could join us." He said with a smile as the two burly men walked in.

Sen probably had no idea what that promise did to Norman. His heart beat excitedly and he imagined the two of them naked together in their cell. That was a nice image to carry in his head while he dealt with Frank. It definitely put him in the right mood to do his best. He was quick to put on his act the moment the two men walked into the room. Smiling coyly, he ran his fingers through his hair and gave both men a very seductive smile.

"Hi, there," he purred. "I've been so bored lately I thought I could have some fun with one of you. Mmh, you're both so strong and sexy. I've always wanted to get down on my knees for you. Especially you, Frank." He turned his gaze on the man, and licked his lips slowly. The man shivered a little. "I've heard that you're really big. Would you let me find out? I'll even do it for free." His smile drew the man in. With the right words, it was easy to rope anyone in. And who would say no to a free blowjob?

"You really are a whore," Frank chortled. "You'd go down for anyone! All right, if you want to so bad we can do it. But not in front of them." Norman smiled innocently and agreed. "Don't worry, Sen, I'll bring him back when I'm done." He flashed Sen a knowing smirk and went off to a more private place. Oh, this was gonna be fun.

Part of Sen wanted to punch the man for calling Norman a whore. Even if the man did sell himself, there was something about the way the man said the word that made him boil with anger. It took him a lot to keep himself calm, to stop himself from ruining the whole plan.

"Frank... Try not to damage the goods too much, I might be needing him later!" He said, giving them a dismissive wave. "Hmmm, Mort, looks like it's just you and me."

He moved then, moving over to the laundry press, opening it to press a sheet, steam billowing around him as he did. "Oh I almost forgot, I haven't paid you for your hard work. I'm sure that guy won't be disrespecting me for some time thanks to the thorough lesson you gave him."

Sen slipped a hand into his back pocket, curling his fingers around a packet of cocaine. He held the packet out towards Morton, but didn't move from his spot by the open press. As Morton's meaty hand went to take the packet, Sen grabbed him by the wrist, pulling his hand and arm onto the hot plate of the press, pulling the thing closed. He winced a little as he heard it hiss, burning and blistering Morton's flesh.

He kept the press closed for a long moment, before releasing it. "Consider yourself damn lucky that you're too big to fit in the dryer! Never, and I mean NEVER! Pull a twisted stunt like that again, because next time I will kill you!"

Some of what the guy said was true, though. Norman would go down on anyone if he were paid for it. He could usually distance himself from it so he enjoyed the act without having to think about who he was with. Unfortunately this time Sen kept creeping into his head. Norman forced those thoughts away and focused on what he had to do. He had to make it look like he was willingly doing this or else his victim would get suspicious.

Even so, he wanted to get it over with fast. He dropped down on his knees and unbuttoned Frank's fly. Having done this quite a few times already, Norman was quick to pull Frank out and start working his magic. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Sen he was sucking off. That helped him be much more spirited. His tongue glided over the length and he sucked delicately. He could hear his partner sighing in pleasure and hands dropped down to press against the back of his head. Norman hummed around the length and took in more, coaxing it with swipes of his tongue. His partner was really getting into it now and tried to thrust himself farther into Norman's generous mouth. The length was growing hard the more Norman worked. He kept going until it felt like the guy was about to burst. Smirking, he teasingly pulled away and gave the head a brief kiss.

"Fuck!" the man hissed. "What the hell d'you think you're doing? Finish the job, you slut!" Norman had pulled the knife carefully out of his pocket and hid it from view. He wrapped his free hand around the base of the length. He stroked carefully and waited until Frank's eyes had slid closed. Norman acted fast and cut off the foreskin, jumping back as the man howled in agony.

"Next time Sen or I hear you pulling shit like stuffing people in dryers, I'll cut off one of your balls," he hissed, and walked away while the man was still writhing. Norman furiously wiped his mouth to try getting the taste off. "Hey, Sen!" He poked his head in the laundry room. "I'm done."