The Heist

When your day takes a real unexpected turn

In the streets of Coventry, as you walk along them, it was like any other day.
The weather was a warm summers day.
With each step, you noticed the sound of a vehicle behind you.
Not bother by it, as that's what should be expected in a busy city, your concerns wasn't something that would put you on high alert.
Stopping at a shop window, peering at the items for sale, a dark shadow enveloped the shop window, looking at the reflection in the window, a van had pulled up.
Hearing the side door on this long wheel base van opening up, you turned to see what was going on.
But before you had chance to focus on what was happening, a hand came round your head, wrapping their hand around your mouth and nose.
There was a distinct smell as you tried to breathe, but the cloth in the hand, was suffocating you, making you black out.
The smell of chloroform was apparent.
Bundling you into the back of the van, as you were going into a deep sleep, no resistance from you could stop them.
The noise of an engine and the rhythmical movements slowly brought you around. Weak and disoriented, but unable to fight back.
It was the not knowing, who, or why, you were in this situation that was frightening.
You just wanted to leave, but very quickly realising that you couldn't move.
In fact, you were bound so tightly, non of your body parts could move an inch, and more disturbingly, you were naked, all the clothes you had been wearing, were gone.
That's when you heard a deep muffled voice.
"Hoist him up".
A noise of metal chains sliding through a pulley could be heard.
Whoever tied you up, had your hands tied behind your back, your leg's were bent at the knee's, they too were tied tight with your ankles resting against your buttocks.
So when the hoist took effect and eventually stopped, you found yourself around 14 inches off the floor of the van, facing the floor.
The van's roof must've been modified to take the weight of an athletic 12 stone body.
It wasn't painful being hoisted up, it was just the fact you couldn't move whatsoever.
"Blindfold him, and stick a strip of duck tape over his mouth", came another muffled order from the same man.
Who were these men?
You were guessing that they were all men, because there wasn't enough light in the van to say who's who, and how many were in the van with you.
Darkness got even darker as a blindfold covered your eye's, and the ability to shout out became neutralised by duck tape.
All your senses were gone, except your hearing.
The muffled voice came back, "this is your punishment for your association with boys of a certain age".
Hearing those words, and trying to make sense of them, surely didn't justify being hog tied?
Trying as hard as you could, struggling against the restrains proved fruitless, no amount of resistance was going to loosen up the ropes.
"Look at him, see how his cock hangs limp under him?", it was that voice again, mocking you.
"I bet your wondering why you're hanging about", said this voice, not being able to talk, its was a strained nod from you, but it was difficult to keep your head up, so it just hung down.
"Well, you've been abducted, because we know what you've been upto".
Not knowing what this voice was on about, you could only hope that this ordeal wouldn't last long, and you gave out a sustained sigh.
We, he said we, as multiple of thoughts runs through your head.
How many is in the van with me?
As you were trying to make out how many were in the van, there was a sensation that you knew so well.
Oh god! Not now.
But against your wishes, your limp cock started to wake up, which your captures noticed from your breathing.
"Listen to his breathing, it's getting faster, let's see how fast he can go".
And straight away a hand was wrapping around your shaft, which was now semi hard, but getting harder as the grip got stronger.
"Switch the interior light on, let's see how excited he is".
"Oh yes, look how big he's got, carry on stroking and polishing the end of his cock head with the palm of your hand", came the order.
An order that you were in no fit position to stop.
With each stroke a dribble of precum started to emerge, dripping and pooling on the floor.
A muffled mmmmm, was the only sound you could make, with your nostrils flaring, as a way of extracting the sexual build up inside your body.
As the van travelled along, it made it worse for your predicament, with every braking or acceleration, even going round bends had you swinging from the pulley, whoever had their hand around your cock, didn't need the stroking action that you craved.
The swinging of your body at the end of the chains, did the work for him, leaving you to sweat, as your climax came closer, to the point of losing control.
Fighting against the need to cum, more muffled incoherent noises came from you.
The precum was more prevalent, and becoming thicker, stringing it's way to the floor.
Until the point came where you just couldn't hold back, the sound of spunk hitting on the bare metal of the vans floor was loud, several splatters of sperm shot deep out from your balls.
It was tortuous not being able to scream out as you were cumming, the pressure in your nose was almost too much to bear.
This incredibly arousing situation had left you still bone hard, an erection that had just ejected its creamy load, never showed any signs of wilting, it was a sight to behold.
"How good was that?" Asked the voice.
You wanted to tell him, but the tape across your mouth denied you the pleasure of saying how it felt for you.
At that point, the van came to a shuddering stop.
The back doors opened, the light was blinding as it pierce through the doors, but the sudden burst of light didn’t affect you as that blindfold did its job, you were hanging there, slowly swinging back and forth, still unable to move from your restraints.
"There he is boys, is this the guy who you wanted us to get for you?"
It seem that you were the guy that was wanted.
"Pull that blindfold off, let the boys see his face, trying to focus on the boys faces proved difficult, because of the brightness that was now beaming into the van, plus you were hanging from the vans roof looking at faces upside-down.
Gradually, you regained your focus from the light that was streaming though the doors returned, you caught a face of one boy.
Oh god! You thought, I know him, he's from the swimming club, and so are the other lads, all four of them.
"Now lads, what did he do to you all?"
The one boy, who you assumed was the oldest of the group, told the voice exactly what you were doing in the showers.
"So he molested with you, but wouldn't let you play with him"?
"Do you want to play with him?", asked the voice.
A resounding yes was the answer, panic spread throughout your body as you heard the answer, your heart pumping feverishly.
"Ok boys, jump in the back, plenty of room for all of you".
With the back doors closing, and as soon as the van started to move again, the swinging started up.
"Right, who wants to be first to touch him?".
A young lad volunteered to start the ball rolling (no pun intended), but he did hold your testicle's, and rolled your balls in his cupped hand.
Before you knew, your nostrils started flaring again.
"Oh come here, and the tape that had been stopping you from yelling out was suddenly removed, in one movement, tearing away from your skin.
The overwhelming joy of being able to breathe through your mouth was indescribable.
Taking deep breaths and filling your lungs, the voice said to the boy, "don't be afraid of him, he can't hurt you now".
And that's when you gave out an ear piercing moan, that lad had taken you into his mouth, sucking as if his life relied on it.
"Ohh fuck, Ohh God", words of emotion came pouring out from you.
The sensation of your cock going in and out of this little boys mouth was too much, the agony of not wanting to cum too soon, "Ohhh Jesus, don't, DONT make me cum..., Ohh fuck".
As soon as you got that last word out, your balls tightened up, squeezing fluids through the length of your cock, that is now halfway down the boys throat, tears covered your face, not from pain, or humiliation, just from pure relief.
The three other boys just looked on, watching you struggling not to cum, and failing as your juices filled the boys mouth and began spilling from the corners of his lips, lips that was still wrapped and sealed around your cock.
Twice you have cum, and still no signs of shrinking, its as hard now as it ever was, maybe even harder?
Eventually, the young lad did pull his mouth away, still swallowing your cream that you couldn't hold back.
Panting, and resigned that your going to have to endure whatever they want from you, they're going to have it, and there's nothing you can do to stopping it.
Just as your panting was coming under control, "Oh! What the fuck"?
A new sensation had you going again, words of profanities came streaming out of your mouth.
As you hung in the air. Someone, you suspect its was the voice, took hold of your knee's and opened them wide. "Oh Christ", the religious comments kept flooding out of your mouth, but you had no control.
This finger, or was it two fingers, tease the entrance to your sacred hole, sliding over the crinkled flesh that seemed to be throbbing with the beat of your heart.
With your head hanging down, you could just about see a boy kneeing in between your open legs, holding his own little hard-on that he somehow got out and was playing with himself.
But it was his fingers that really got your attention, under the instructions of the voice, the boys digits started to force their way into you.
The resistance of your arse was there to be seen by all, with each effort of getting passed that resistance, your arse muscles rejected the advancing finger, pushing it back out.
"Oh enough of this" said the impatient voice.
And with that, replaced the boys finger's with his own.
And without any thoughts of how you were feeling, he unceremoniously forced his finger passed the resisting sphincter, and deep into your warm hole.
Crying out from this arousing torture, how much you would love to be in control of your destiny right now, but you weren't.
Panting and moaning as those fingers continued their journey through your dark passage.
There seemed no end of the pleasure that you were getting.
Your hard throbbing cock, was being looked after by the boy, who was mesmerised by how much noise you were making.
Clear juice just kept pumping out from you, it felt as if you had a inner reservoir of non stop spunk.
Clenching your teeth, the sensation of your arse being finger fucked, and at the same time, your cock being handled, had you continuously gasping.
Gasping for air, and for relief.
You knew the inevitable was going to happen, and a cock would penetrate you, but who's cock was going to force its way into your body?
The boys were eager enough to fuck you, but right now, the only satisfaction you'll get if it was a big manly cock, not a boys cock.
"Fuck me, please someone fuck me", you pleaded.
Hoping that would ignite someone's arousal, you just had to stay suspended, and wait.
A lot of shuffling could be heard, as whoever pleasure it was to fuck you, got in behind you, spread your knees once again, staring down at the way your balls were hanging over your cock, and the pink distended hole where fingers had been opening and loosening your arse muscles, so that a cock could penetrate and invade your precious hole.
All at once, it felt like someone was pouring liquids between your arse, spittle was slowly running down your lower back, through your parted cheeks and nestled at the entrance.
Knowing what was coming next, you closed your eye's in anticipation, a soft pressure of a cock started to nudge its way into you.
"Driver", shouted the voice, "I want you to keep stabbing on your brake pedal".
Doing as instructed, the driver did just that, accelerate, brake, accelerate, brake, accelerate, brake, and so it went on.
With each braking and accelerating it meant that because you were suspended, you were in a swinging motion, that had you swinging back and forth.
Which allowed that cock, which initially was nudging your arse, was now going deeper inside you.
Every stop/start got that cock deeper.
This wasn't a boys cock that was sliding in and out, surely not? It's getting way too deep for a boys cock.
Your thoughts were mixed up, as that hard-on ploughed deeper, part of you was hoping that it was a boy, but at the same time, you wanted a big throbbing cock that would have you contracting your inner anal muscles, which it was doing.
"Oh Christ, I'm going to cum, oh please, please don’t....", before you could finish your emotional pleading, the voice gave instructions to one of the boys, not knowing what it was, you straight away cried out, with your lungs taking as much air as possible.
It wasn't just the invading cock that had split open your arse, the sensation was of something encasing your hard-on, something wet and warm.
With the rocking of your body, whoever it was underneath you, didn't have to work hard, in fact, they just held their head still, and with mouth open. They're sucking me again, for fuck sake, I don't have any spunk left in me.
As the lips sealed themselves at the ridge of your cock, you felt your foreskin stretching, and then slackening as you swung back and forth.
"Fucking hell, Ohhh", those were your last words to let them know you were cumming.
The rhythm of the swinging was perfect, as you swung forwards, the deeper you went down the boys throat, and he never flinched, taking your whole shaft, and that was the point where you could no longer control your body, you wanted to use your hips to pump your spunk deep into him, but how much cream will he get from me?
Being hog tied, no movements were possible, it all came down to his suction power.
With your cock discharging it's thick cream into the boys mouth, the focus of a cock that has been going in and out of your body, resurfaced.
The scraping of his manhood against your inner walls contributed to your inability to control your natural urges, you could feel how swollen he had become, and the throbbing helped you to fill that boys mouth with your juices.
From that moment in time, you wanted to be filled too, your arse kept squeezing its much wanted invader.
"Shittt, he's making me cum, he's so tight" said a delighted person, this guy, whoever he is, he knew that with a few more stop and goes from the driver of the van, that he was going to fill your arse with his juices, that has already travelled up to his balls, all eight inches of it, and waiting at the end of his cock to make a forceful appearance.
And that’s exactly what happen, a moan and gasping sounds from the guy fucking you, released his thick cream deep inside your orifice, making it easier for him to keep on fucking you until he had completely emptying his seminal fluids.
Two of you panting heavily after such an experience, and the boy slapping his mouth, and licking his lips where your spunk tried to escape.
"There now!" came the voice, as the sound of the hoist started to lower you back to the floor of the van. "You're not going to fondle boys again, are you"?
You wanted to say that you would, but after the experience you've just been through, something inside of your head told you that wouldn't be a wise thing to say.
So you went along and complied with the voice.
Hands were all over you, releasing you from the ropes that had you suspended.
The doors were opened, and you were pushed out, still naked and your clothes followed.
You had no idea where you were, other than it was a country lane, not somewhere urban.
Because of being restrained for some period of time, getting the use of your legs again was the difficult part.
Sitting at the side of the road, you could feel spasms coming from your arse.
Fluids still seeping out of you, making a small pool on the tarmac.
Looking at your limp cock, you could see lipstick over the length of your shaft.
Surely it was a boy sucking me off?
But lipsticks stains don't lie, it must've been a girl who had sucked you off, but how did she manage to conceal her sex from the others?