I’d stupidly gotten myself into yet another drug debt but this time I had no way out. Nothing to sell, nothing to pawn, my wages wouldn’t in till the end of the month and I owed my dealer well over £2000 within the next 3 days. I couldn’t ask my parents, they’d be so ashamed to know I was even on drugs. At 19, I should know better. I wouldn’t have even thought of robbing someone else but I couldn’t risk the repercussions of not paying them back. The idea hadn’t even come in my head till Simon said something anyway, we’d been walking in the fields near his house when we noticed a lone caravan parked up discreetly a little distance away. “Fucking hell, he’s brave for keeping that bike out like that.” He said, gesturing to the dull grey regular seeming push bike chained on the outside of his caravan to a stand. “Why? What’s so special about it?” I asked. “Bro, that’s a £1500 bike brand new! If you had one, you could’ve just sold it and sorted your debt thing out! If I had that I’d ride it all the way to…” I zoned out the rest of his speech. I couldn’t focus on anything he said past “£1500” as I immediately began thanking the universe for solving my problems and my mind began racing with plans to retrieve the bike. I didn’t let on about my plan and silently continued plotting as we walked home.
Later that night when I was back home, I began setting up my plan. Since the caravan was alone with a singular bike, I imagined the person lived alone. Since they seemed to be a traveller, I hoped this meant that they would hesitate to call the police. With those worries quelled, I only had to worry about subduing the man. I packed a backpack with a small knife, a small hammer, a roll of gorilla tape, a small pair of bolt cutters I borrowed from a friend and a flashlight. I decided to dress light and sleek for an easy getaway should things go awry, so I pulled on a tight pair of black Y front briefs that hugged my bum and snugly wrapped around my bulge. Next I pulled on a pair of sheer black tights I’d bought earlier, as they weighed less and were smoother than joggers or jeans. Finally I pulled on a tight full sleeve black shirt followed by a black ski mask and black gloves, before pulling a long overcoat and my hood up and heading out to the caravan.
I arrived around 1am, late enough for no witnesses and for the caravan occupant to be asleep. I made my way through the trees into the clearing where the Caravan was parked, the lights were off as I suspected. I dropped my backpack and immediately started rummaging for the boltcutters. I stopped as I heard a creak from the caravan, was that a thud? ‘Maybe the wind moved it a little.’ I thought to myself, before continuing. I got the cutters out and walked up to the bike, as I tried to gently grab the chains it rattled loudly against the metal caravan wall. “Shit!” I whispered out loud to myself as I held completely still, waiting for any noises from inside. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, I slowly tried to quietly angle the boltcutters against a chain link but as I started pressing down, the caravan door burst open.
I dropped the boltcutters before sprinting for the trees, leaving my backpack and not even daring to look behind. I almost made it to the exit of the clearing when something hard hit me in the back of the head and knocked me to the floor. I saw white for a few seconds as my vision slowly came back, while I clutched the back of my head expecting blood. Within seconds someone yanked me off the floor and onto my feet before one giant hairy arm hooked my arms behind my back and another big sweaty palm clamped over my mouth, pulling me into his chest off my feet. “Anyone else here with you?” I heard a deep husky voice, stinking of cigarettes and beer, ask me. I moaned an “mm mm” while shaking my head no. “Good” He replied, as he dragged me into the caravan and slammed the door shut behind us.
My eyes darted around the room as I tried to look for escape routes, a weapon, anything. It was a dirty dark room, old beer cans and bottles strewn all over the place. It stunk of old smoke and alcohol, the only source of light was a tiny rectangle TV hung in a corner which barely lit up the room. He took his hand off my arms and gripped the back of my neck while marching me forward to a wall. “Hands up, spread apart. Don’t you dare try making a sound. Got me?” I nodded hesitantly as I placed both hands above my head on the wall, far apart. He roughly kicked the insides of my legs until I’d spread them far enough for his liking, so I was making a big X shape. He started rummaging through a drawer so I took the chance to glance over my shoulder at him. He was a big, burly middle aged man. He looked to be between 45-55, with a bald spot in the middle of his head and long wiry hair around it. He sported a shaggy beard and wore an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt which showed off his hairy chest, along with stained brown trousers. He closed the drawer and started walking back towards me so I snapped my head back forwards, just as I was wondering what he’d gotten I saw white as a cloth went over my eyes and was tied tightly behind my head, blinding me.
“Mmmmm.” He moaned softly to himself as he began stroking my chest under my shirt, feeling for my nipples. ‘What the fuck?’ I thought to myself as I slowly started to realise the predicament I was in. I was snapped out of it as I felt him reach into my briefs for my cock and I jerked out of his grasp. He snatched me by the neck again and forced me face first into the wall. “I said STAY STILL.” He growled into my ear. I remained motionless as he held me by my head against the wall and fondled my cock and balls, forcing me to arch my back away from the wall so he had easier access. “So what the fuck did you think you were doing trying to take my bike huh? You couldn’t even use the fucking boltcutters properly you idiot.” He said mockingly. “Well, it’s my first ti—“ SMACK! I was cut off abruptly by a hard smack to my tights clad ass, I opened my mouth to yell in pain when a rag went in, followed by a rubber ball with straps that he secured behind my head. “Did I ask you to speak? This’ll keep your big gob shut. Now then,” he started, as he ripped my shirt off. I felt stupid, standing there blindfolded and gagged in just a ski mask and tights, with my ass on display from the briefs I wore. I didn’t have time to think much else though as I felt him grab my wrists and tightly tie them together.
He tied another rope around the one that held my wrists together before raising them above me. He fastened them to the ceiling somehow before I heard him take a step back and circle me. Even through the blindfold I could feel his eyes glued to me but then I also heard the sound of his zipper and belt buckle coming undone, I tried to thrash around in my bonds but not only was it completely useless, I heard him chuckle at me. Getting embarrassed and fed up with it all, I thrashed around more violently and screamed “LET ME GO” into my gag which only came out as “MMMT MM MMMF!!” I heard him rummaging around for something before he scoffed and said, “Did you bring this to use on me? Let’s give it a go then.” As he started wrapping several layers of tape around my ankles followed by more layers around my knees and more around my thighs just under my ass cheeks. He gave me a hard wedgie followed by several hard smacks on my ass as he pulled me close to him, choking me and pulling me in as he gripped my cock with his other hand and pressed his hard cock against my ass.
I felt the rope holding my arms up start to loosen as he ordered to me kneel. Once I did, he secured my arms to the ceiling again. “I’m gonna undo your gag. Don’t even think about yelling cuz no one’s gonna hear you, understood?” I nodded meekly. “Good boy.” He said as he removed the ball gag and cloth from my mouth before ordering me to open my mouth. I opened wide for the glass of water I expected him to offer me, only to be met with a strong jet stream of hot salty piss that directly hit the back of my throat and filled my mouth before I had a chance to react. The taste in my mouth and the smell of urine that was soaking me made me gag and retch as he laughed at me, before grabbing me by my hair through the mask and yanking my head back. “Open wide, bitch.” He said.
Knowing what was coming next, I pleaded with him, “Please. If you do this, will you let me go? I’m so sorry for messing with your bike I swear I won’t tell any-oumph” I couldn’t finish my sentence before I felt his thick, veiny, throbbing cock forced down my throat. I tried to back up but he grabbed the back of my head and forced me closer as I choked on his cock. “What happens with you, depends on how much you please me now boy.” He said. I swallowed my pride, if I was ever gonna be free again I’d have to pleasure this maniac and hope he lets me go. I stuck my tongue out further and started licking his shaft, slowly licking the tip of his dick and kissing it. He violently shoved it back in my mouth, so I started gulping on it and moaning extra loud as if I was enjoying it. However, while playing along my body started to betray me as I started to sport a boner of my own. I hoped it wasn’t visible but in the tight briefs and sheer tights I knew that was unlikely. Eventually he started thrusting his cock in my mouth as he was literally fucking my face, before he erupted down my throat. I gagged and chocked before coughing it back up on his dick, but he held it in place while slapping me on the cheek. “Suck it up.” He ordered in a gruff voice and for some reason I just obeyed.
He stepped away as he shook his dick in my face and slapped the slobber back onto my lips and cheeks. All of a sudden he reached down and yanked my briefs down, as I felt my own throbbing boner leap out. “What’s this? Did I hit a jackpot with you, sissy boy? Did you enjoy that?” He asked mockingly. “What?? What the fuck man, I don’t know what’s going—“ I was cut off by a piss soaked rag being shoved into my mouth before it was taped in place with several layers of gorilla tape around my mouth, sealing it in place. “Boy that was the best head I’ve ever got in my life. A bitch like you comes along once in a blue moon, no way am I letting you go back buddy. No, I’ve got plans for you.” He said as he readjusted the rope holding my hands and made me stand again. He cut away all the tape from my legs before cutting my tights and briefs off. As I stand there nude, completely defeated and humiliated, I hear him start the caravan and feel us moving.
1 WEEK LATER
“…And the search for 19 Year Old Dylan Puck will come to a close for the time being as the police must redirect their efforts to other concerning matters and the facts are that he left his house on his own accord in the late of night and that his friends have given testimonies about a large drug debt Dylan was concerned about. Therefore they have concluded that Dylan has either fled to avoid the drug dealers and that they will be on the lookout for said drug dealers to determine any foul play but otherwise, they’re no longer prioritising the case. More coming up from the news, I’m Shannon Matthews…” I barely made out the TV in the background as I had my face buried in Masters boxers. I could’ve sworn I heard my name, although between the sleep deprivation, the constant drinking and huffing Masters musty ballsack fumes I was probably just hallucinating. Just then I heard the TV go off as Master pulled his cock out of my mouth, which I have to keep in at all times while he’s watching TV. “Come ‘ere bitch.” He says as he grabs me by my collar and walks me over to the coffee table. He ties my arms and legs to each leg, before bending down and shoving his tongue in my ass. Once it’s “nice and ready” as he says, I feel his throbbing cock slide in me as he starts thrusting away.
