Nick and Luke's Cruel Robber

Please note: In addition to bondage, this story caters to those with a heavy smell or sock fetish. There are themes of humiliation too.  Please read on if this interests you! And if you enjoy, please give it a good rating so I know there is an audience that wants the story to continue!

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It was pouring rain outside and it was close to midnight. Nick Mueller was having a difficult time seeing through the rain since his windshield wipers were for crap. The young man was fresh out of college, without a job, so he didn’t have much money. His car was old and not handling well in the torrential downpour.

He noticed a small diner, situated in the middle of nowhere really, and pulled over to seek some refuge. He looked briefly in the rearview mirror to check himself out. Nick was a handsome young man with a broey look about him but he’d been driving and camping for days now. His dusty blonde hair was short but still a mess. He donned his favorite baseball cap.

Putting on a North Face windbreaker, he dashed out of the car for the diner entrance. Reaching for the door, he discovered it was looked. Then he noticed that the sign said closed.

Nick sighed and looked at his cell phone which said 12:10AM. He was caught in the heavy rain in the middle of rural Ohio without any great options. He was camping it most of the way on this journey and the nearest campground was flooded out by the rain. He also didn’t see any nearby motels on his smart phone.

He was about to dash back to his car when he saw through the rain coated door window a figure far back from the kitchen come towards the entrance.

A young man, slightly younger than Nick, appeared behind the glass door dressed in a typical diner uniform. He gave Nick a quick look over and had a sympathetic expression. He unlocked the door and waved him inside from the cold, wet night.

“Hey, Luke,” the young man from the diner called himself shaking Nick’s hand.”

Nick introduced himself back.

“But anyway man, sorry, we’re closed. You from out of town?” Luke asked.

Luke was nerdish cute with a thick mop of black hair. , He was wearing a stereotypical white diner server’s shirt with an apron. Both the shirt and apron were somewhat covered in food stains.

“Yea. Can you tell? But that’s cool, I’m not super hungry. I’m just tired of driving through this shit. The campground I was going to stay out is flooded,” Nick smiled, shaking the rain water from his windbreaker. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized for getting the floor wet.

“Yea, there’s not many options left either.  Not at this hour. There’s like one motel in town. I’ll call them for you,” Luke offered.

“Thanks!” Nick smiled.

“Take off your jacket,” Luke said. “Have a seat.”

Nick removed his thin windbreaker and sat at the counter. He took the bottom of his white t-shirt and wiped excess rain from his face. Luke secretly checked him out in that moment. Nick had a toned stomach with a happy trail extending down from his belly button into his waist. His short sleeved shirt showed off his biceps and broad shoulders nicely. Nick was a stud.

Luke said there was no answer at the motel but he said he left a message with the owner. He told Nick that he could wait for a while and see if he gets a callback.

Meanwhile he brought him out some food; a cold tuna fish sandwich and a slice of cherry pie. “On the house. These have been in the fridge and I was going to have to throw them out later, anyway.”

By the way Nick began scarfing down the food, it appeared he was more hungry than he let on. Luke leaned over the counter across from Nick and quietly watched with delight.

“Kind of unusual place for a diner, middle of nowhere,” Nick said.

“We’ve got the rodeo nearby. It’s a big deal in this county. So, we get a lot of their business,” Luke said.

“Rodeo? Is Ohio in the south?” Nick joked.

“Hey, we Midwest boys know how to rope a calf like any cowboy,” Luck cracked back.

As Nick ate his meal and Luke hovered around cleaning up the diner, they continued the casual chat and got to know more about each other. Nick was traveling cross-country to visit his Aunt where he would pick up her old car. During the journey, he was staying mostly at campgrounds. Not only to save money but for the adventure of it. He was an avid hiker. It turned out Luke was too. Luke grew up in a nearby town and played basketball for the high school. He had graduated last year and hoped to save enough money to go to state college.

After Luke was done, he told Nick he wanted to get out of his dirty work shirt. Luke removed the white uniform top and grabbed a t-shirt from a bag underneath the counter.

Now it was Nick’s turn to check out Luke. He couldn’t help but secretly stare at Luke’s shirtless body. While he was modest height and slim, he had a nicely toned smooth build with a natural washboard stomach.

As Luke put on his t-shirt, he also caught Nick checking him out. This made him happy, discovering another boy “like him” he thought to himself. And so attractive.

Luke’s t-shirt was an AC/DC rock t-shirt which impressed Nick. He was in to old school metal and rock too!

“By the way, you want a beer with me? Also, on the house!” Luke smiled.

“Wait are you old enough?” Nick sort of laughed.

“Just turned 19. Old enough in some countries,” Luke replied.

“Sure, dude. Would love one,” Nick grinned. “Sorry about my cockiness. My friends give me a hard time about it.”

Luke playfully tapped the back of Nick’s ballcap and knocked it off his head. He went to the back of the restaurant and returned with two cold bottles of Bud Light.

They popped them open and took some satisfying swigs of the beer.

“I noticed you had kind of a limp,” Nick said concerned.

“Sprained it a couple weeks ago. Hiking! Kind of reactivated an old injury from basketball,” Luke said. He raised his left leg to show Nick an ace bandage tightly wrapped around his ankle, underneath his black sneaker.

Luke lowered his leg, then suddenly grabbed Nick’s ballcap which was now on the counter and put it on.

“It’s kind of sweaty, ha hah,” Luke laughed feeling the edges of Nick’s ballcap.

“My lucky cap. I’ve worn it for years. Goes on my hikes with me,” Nick explained. “Wanna hand it back?”

“Nope,” Luke playfully responded. He adjusted it some more and looked in a mirror next to the cooks window. “I like it. Maybe I should keep it as payment,” he said returning to the counter’s edge leaning towards Nick.

“Oh, so that’s how you are?” Nick chuckled. He reached out to grab the hat from Luke’s head.

Luke grabbed Nick’s wrists and held them down on the counter. “Nice try!”

“I was a wrestler in high school. All-state, twice!” Nick bragged. “You don’t wanna tango with me,” he grinned.

“Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” Luke returned in a suggestive tone.

Luke let go of his grip on Nick’s wrists but Nick didn’t move his hands away. Instead he delicately brushed the fingers on his left hand on Luke’s hand.

The two boys sort of just froze in their positions, looking at each other with their hungry eyes. It was dead quiet except for the sound of rain pouring down outside. Nick looked over his shoulder, around the diner, and outside to the dark parking lot. He didn’t want the humiliation of being caught in a homosexual act, he thought. He was openly gay with his close friends but he liked to keep the image of a straight guy. He realized it was a ridiculous notion to think they would be “caught” considering the place was empty and it was the dead of the night in the middle of nowhere.

Nick was the first to make a move. He leaned in further over the counter towards Luke until his lips met Luke’s. Nick began to kiss him, softly.

Immediately, both of the boys had butterflies in their stomachs. Nick hadn’t had many romantic encounters with guys because he didn’t advertise nor like going out to gay bars. As for Luke, this was a pretty new experience for him too. He was closeted, living in a small, conservative Ohio town.

Luke came around from the back and placed himself next to Nick who stood up to meet him. The counter no longer separating them, they continued kissing with their hands caressing each other’s faces. Their bodies pressed close and they could feel their boners as their cocks rubbed up  against one another through their blue jeans.

“Oh, man… you kiss so good,” Luke moaned.

“I’m glad I pulled over,” Nick smiled back as he locked lips again with Luke.

The two young men, standing up in the middle of the diner, bodies pressed together, were now French kissing, inserting their tongues into each other’s mouths.

“I’ve got my trailer behind the building. Stay the night with me,” Luke said, between being kissed, with a string of saliva connecting between their mouths.

“Trailer trash. Man, I’ve never been with a redneck before,” Nick chuckled, again with his biting sarcasm.

“Hey, how many teenagers you know that own their own home,” Luke grinned as he reached under Nick’s t-shirt, squeezed one of his nipples, and twisted it.

“Ow! Ha hah,” Nick yelped with a laugh. “And rough too!”

They engaged in light, playful wrestling; grabbing at each other’s wrists trying to subdue the other. This turned them on even more.

Luke removed his t-shirt. Nick immediately took advantage of the moment by diving his face into Luke’s chest and licking it. He moved to his nipples and sucked on them as he ran his hands along the soft ripples of Luke’s washboard stomach.

Luke grabbed Nick’s t-shirt and pulled it off of him. He too dove in to Nick’s exposed chest and torso with a flurry of tongue assaults. He ran his fingers down Nick’s happy trail of fine blonde hair running down his navel.

They were so transfixed on each other, they didn’t seem to mind their body odor. Nick’s scent from days of camping and driving. Luke’s from a long day of slinging hash.

They were working up a sweat, going at it. They weren’t yet thinking about going to the mobile home or the comforts of a bed. They were so engulfed in making out, they continued right there standing in the diner.

Luke and Nick unbuttoned each other’s jeans. The hints of their underwear waistbands were revealed. They ran their fingers underneath the waistbands.

They slowly started to unzip each other’s pants. Nick was the first and pulled down Luke’s pants, dropping them to his ankles.

“Wait,” Luke whispered as he bent down to remove his black work sneakers, which were pretty trashed. He slipped out of his jeans. 

Nick immediately noticed a hint of foot odor emanating from down there. One Luke’s right foot was a white crew sock that was dirty but nothing that looked to extreme. On his left, he was sockless. Barefoot. Instead the left ankle had an ace bandage wrapped tightly around it and it looked kind of gross.

“Sorry,” Luke shyly smiled noticing Nick’s reaction. “I’ve been wearing it every day since the injury.”

“Ha hah, actually kind of makes me feel better. Cause my feet and my socks stink to high heaven. I’ve been camping and traveling for days with the same pair,” Nick revealed pointing down at his well broken in hiking shoes.

“I’ll be sure to breathe through my mouth until we wash our feet in my trailer,” Luke chuckled. “I’m not really in to the whole smell fetish.”

“Me neither,” Nick laughed back and pulled Luke close again. This time, Luke was standing in just his baby blue boxer briefs, showing a raging hard on inside the underwear.

As Luke started to unzip Nick’s jeans, there was suddenly a disruption!

The sound of the swinging metal door going to the kitchen was heard opening. They turned that direction to see what it was.

Suddenly, appearing before them behind the counter was a disguised stranger. He was dripping wet in a red hoodie sweat shirt with the hood over his face. He wore a pair of black neoprene gloves. But most frighteningly, he was brandishing a gun that he pointed at the two boys.

“Okay, faggots! I’m done waiting for you two to get your rocks off!” the slender stranger shouted.

Luke and Nick immediately froze still in fear and instinctively put their hands up in submission. They were too afraid to be embarrassed.

The stranger was clearly a thief there to burglarize the establishment.

“Another minute and those dicks would have popped out. I don’t wanna see that shit,” he laughed looking at their erections.

He shook the excess rain from his red sweatshirt and pulled down the hoodie. He wore pantyhose over his face. The sheer, semi-transparent fabric was pressed tight. There was a wet spot in the fabric where his mouth was on the count of his hot breath. Despite his disguise, he was a young man probably in his twenties judging by his physique and the sound of his voice.

“Get to the back, now!” the robber ordered waving his gun at them.

Luke and Nick, trembling with fear, walked towards the back of the restaurant, past the counter, and through metal flap door as the gunman followed.

Most of the lights in the back were already shut off so it was difficult to see. They reached the dimly lit back storage room. Luke and Nick huddled nervously together with their hands still raised; Nick in his unbuttoned jeans and Luke in merely his underwear.

“Please don’t hurt us! Just take the money from the register and…” Luke pleaded.

“Shhh!” the burglar interrupted, a faint mist of his warm breath came from his mouth and through the wet spot of his nylon stocking. “What do you have here to tie you two lovebirds up?”

“You don’t have to do that, we won’t do anything. You can lock us in here,” Luke continued to beg. “I don’t know what to use anyway.”

“Or I could just kill you both instead,” the menacing man cackled as he wiggled his rubber gloved finger over the trigger of his gun.

“Maybe there’s some tape?” Nick offered looking at Luke then at the robber.

Luke pointed at a box midway on a shelf against the wall of the storage room. The thief opened it up and delighted in what he saw.

“Even better!” he approved.

The masked man dumped the contents of the box to the concrete floor. Not only did rolls of clear shipping tape fall out, there were also large plastic zip ties, and two big rolls of wide saran wrap.

Tossing Luke one of the zip ties, he said, “Here. Bind his wrists behind his back. And make it snug!”

Luke was reluctant to tie up Nick but Nick gave him a comforting smile and said, “It’s ok.”

Nick turned around and placed his palms together. Luke tied the zip tie around his wrists and fastened them tight. ZIP!

“Face the wall!” the disguised man ordered Nick. “You, come here,” he told Luke.

Nick turned away towards the wall as Luke nervously walked closer to the gunman. He was instructed to turn around when he got close enough and to place his hands behind his back. The thief then used another zip tie to bound Luke’s wrists together, making it so snug it pinched his skin.

Nick and Luke were told to come close together and face each other, pressing  their chests against one another.

“I hope you boys are kinky,” the man cackled, sounding like an evil villain.

The burglar took one of the long plastic rolls, pulled out a few inches of it and tucked it between their bodies. Then he began to circle around them, wrapping the clear, stretchy film around the boys. He made generous wraps – layer after layer – around the boys chest and arms. He slowly worked his way down with the saran wrap, to their torsos, covering their midsection, and then all the way down and around their legs and ankles. As he did so, he made sure there was plenty of overlap to the layers and the saran wrapping stayed tight.

After a few minutes of concentrated effort, the burglar had skillfully mummified the two boys together from shoulder to ankle. They were taped up chest to chest, crotch to crotch, face to face.

“Please! You can’t leave us like this, and my wrists are hurting. It’s so tight!” Luke begged. Nick remained stoic and bowed his head into the arch of Luke’s neck as if to consul him. “It’ll be okay,” he tried to assure him. The robber, however, was continually annoyed by Luke.

The man bent down to Nick’s feet and removed his hiking boots. That released a rush of foot odor.

“You weren’t lyin’, kid!” the intruder yowled, referring to the conversation he must have overheard in the dining area.

The burglar removed Nick’s black ankle socks. They were damp and warm with sweat. They were putrid things. “Wow, smells like donkey balls!” he said.

“You asked for this!” the robber said looking at Luke, clutching the dirty smelly socks in his gloved hand as he approached the boys’ heads. He grabbed Luke by his thick hair and turned his face away from Nick and towards him. Luke knew he was about to be gagged.

“No no no… no! Please… Mmmphh!” Luke cried out as his mouth was shoved full of Nick’s stinky socks.

The intruder was sure to push those nasty socks deep down into Luke’s mouth until they were both almost fully inside.

“Come on, man. Please don’t do that to him,” Nick asked.

“But I’m enjoying this too much,” the robber mocked back.

He then took one of the rolls of clear shipping tape from the ground. He unleashed a flurry or tight wraps around Luke’s face, further pushing in the foul sock gag. The bunched up dirty black socks and Luke’s mashed down lips were visible through the clear tape. The robber pulled out a tip of the sock that escaped the tape and made sure to situate it directly under Luke’s nose. Unfortunately, it happened to be the smelliest part of the sock, the toe end.

“There now. That’s better,” the thief mocked as he patted Luke on the cheek.

Luke whimpered and looked feebly at the assailant. He could see him smiling underneath the pantyhose mask.  

Nick wasn’t going to get off so easy either. “You’re next, big guy!” the man said pinching Nick by his ear. He bowed down and removed Luke’s lone sock from his right foot and shoved it into Nick’s mouth. At first, Nick sighed with relief when he realized the footie didn’t smell that much. The sock was pretty clean.

Unlucky for Nick, however, the cruel burglar wasn’t finished. He bent back down. Nick was unable to see from his perspective what he was doing. He assumed he was about to get his head wrapped with the clear plastic adhesive tape.

When the man returned eyelevel with Nick, he held in his hand the ace bandage that was once on Luke’s bare foot. Nick could smell the putrid odor of foot stink radiating from it.

“Mmhhmmmm!” Nick moaned as the pungent, stretchy ankle bandage was wrapped around his face multiple times before being tucked at the end underneath the layers. He was forced to sniff the odor coming from the wrap as it entered his nostrils.

The robber giggled at how humiliated and defeated the young captives looked, particularly Luke. Nick was still trying to hold it together.

“Have fun, boys, and don’t struggle too much or you’ll topple over,” the stranger chuckled as patted Luke on the butt.

He left the mummified victims standing in the middle of the storage room gasping through their gags. He was going for the money in the cash register.

The young men began to squirm about in their cocooned state, trying to find some relief in their bondage. They were cautious though. They were terrified of losing balance and falling over. With their hands tied behind their wrists and bodies sandwiched together, they knew it would be a painful fall with no means of bracing themselves. Nonetheless they wiggled about, their dicks still semi erect, rubbing against each other through Luke’s underwear and Nick’s blue jeans.

The two boys’ faces touched, looking at each other glossy eyed as if to try and comfort one another. They struggled to breathe through their nostrils. Each breath they inhaled, unfortunately, was assaulted by the funky smells of foot stench.

Luke still had it the worst. He was also tasting Nick’s rancid, foot sweat. It had a salty, rotten flavor.

Within a few minutes of careful but continuous struggling, their bodies were starting to warm up underneath all that plastic wrap. They were sweating so much there was a pool of perspiration swimming around inside.

They agonized in their sweaty restrained torture for what seemed like an eternity, desperately trying to keep their bare feet planted on the cold, cement floor, and becoming more exhausted.

When the burglar finally returned, the helpless boys looked at him with desperate pleas, mounds of sweat dripping from their faces. Even a pool of sweat puddled underneath them on the floor.

“This is all??” the thief angrily yelled, waving a stack of bills in his gloved hands. “Six hundred and fifty-three dollars in the cash register. There’s gotta be a safe. Where is it??”

The thief produced a knife from his pocket and used it to tear the tape away from Luke’s mouth. He pulled out the pair of dirty socks from his mouth, which were soaked with saliva.

“Ohhhhh!!! Huuuu, huu,” Luke gasped, taking in the fresh air.

“The safe!??” the thief demanded, grabbing Luke’s chin.

“There’s one in the manager’s office,” Luke said, still panting.

“The code?”

“43, 22, 16…. But you have to… mmphhh!” Luke started to say before getting gagged once more with the socks. This time, the burglar used a zip tie fastened around the young man’s mouth to hold in the socks.

The robber darted off. The misery continued for the two lads as they remained in their forced standing position in the storage room.

Several more minutes passed and the burglar returned again. He was still angry and now perspiring himself. The sweat from his face made the panty hose fabric more transparent and uncomfortable. In his frustration, he ripped off the pantyhose.

The robber was actually a handsome, young man. He had a stubble of hair growth on his chin and a hint of a mustache, light brown like his hair.

“There’s a fucking timer on it!” he complained.

He cut the zip tie around Luke’s mouth with his mouth. Again, the sockgag was removed.

“Ahh…ahhh… I was trying to tell you,” Luke gasped. “There’s a timer on it. It won’t open until noon, even if you put in the code now.”

“Fuck!” the young burglar shouted. He slapped Luke hard in his head, causing him to get a bloody nose.

The blow to the face almost made Luke and Nick trip over. The burglar however caught them and put them back upright.

He paced around in the storage room back and forth. Luke and Nick watched with great worry, terrified that the robber was going to shoot them in anger.

“Please! Please! Don’t shoot us! And please don’t leave us like this. Just let us go! We’re not open tomorrow. No one will find us. We’re not gonna last like this. Please! Luke sobbed.

Nick, up to this point, relatively calm and collected, was panicking upon the realization help wouldn’t arrive anytime soon. He groaned loudly into his gag. Despite being athletic, fit, young men as they were, no person could take so much torment, forced to stand for what could be more than thirty hours. They were already dehydrated. Not to mention the loss of blood flow to their hands because of the tight zip ties around their wrists.

“You got a point, kid. You’re pretty fucked. Don’t wanna leave your sorry asses to suffer tied up. Well, then… we might as well get it over with quick like,” the young robber said.

He held up his gun, ready to shoot the boys.  They shook their heads franticly.

“Noo!!!” Luke shouted.

“Mmmhhhhhh!” Nick gasped.

The handsome criminal put his finger on the trigger, ready to squeeze.

TO BE CONTINUED…