Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Trapped when looking for a used car.
Author jstarret78
Editor's Note: Things happen. It's always a shock, even dangerous. I will start a series of stories called 'I survived'. Each story is different, involving either a man or a woman getting into dangerous sexual situations. Don't read if you don't like forced sex.
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Summer was in the air. It had been a cold winter and spring was not warming up much either. I hate the cold, it depresses me, especially through the long months of January and February. Here we were halfway through May and I was getting excited. Hot summer day drives to the beach or wherever, I really looked forward to summer.
My name is Brad, I'm 19 years old, 6 feet tall and weigh about 150 pounds. I have light brown hair that I wear a little longer then my parents would have liked. I have a smooth body, not much body hair and what hair I have is light.
I have a good build, not muscle bound, but well developed, a bit of a bubble butt. I'm considered handsome and never have trouble with the girls.
This year I get that convertible. I had saved all my money from odd jobs, every birthday and every Christmas gift. I figured I had enough cash for a three or four-year-old model. I wanted something reliable, but flashy as well, maybe a red Mustang or yellow Camaro.
Every time I would visit a used car lot, they were always expensive or felt shady. I figured I'd look in the classified and online.
This was going to be the summer when everything comes together, which brings me to my horror story.
I came across an add online for a three-year-old Camaro convertible. It was black, but it was a mean looking vehicle. I could tell it was fast with all the scoops and accents. The price was less then I intended to spend. This was a deal, I wanted it.
I called up and ask if it was still available. A man answered and told me it was. He described the car as being in very good shape, clean, no accidents and garage kept. He went on to tell me the reason for the lower price was the mileage, it was a bit high, but it was always well maintained.
He said his name was Bill and then remarked, "This car will be a real turn-on with the girls."
I was anxious to see the car and ask when. He told me I could come the next evening around eight, as that is when he came home from work. It was all set.
The next day dragged on, I couldn't keep my attention in class, even my professor noticed. When the day was done, I rushed home. It was a hot day, so I needed to shower before leaving. Anyway, that would take up some time and just maybe, would speed the clock along.
Driving to the car was estimated to take 35 minutes. I used my parent's car and left a bit earlier to have extra time if I got lost. I didn't know the area where his direction would take me, but as I got closer to the destination, I could tell that it wasn't the best neighborhood.
There was trash in the streets, the houses looked old, some shuttered and other in disrepair. I put it aside as my excitement at seeing the car grew. I found the street and slowly drove down searching for house numbers. Some homes had numbers and others didn't. Following the numbers, I came to a house I assumed was the right one. There was no number on the house, but the house before was one number below and the next home was one number above. This should be the one.
The house didn't look inviting, the front yard was somewhat overgrown and cluttered. It needed paint and could have used a cleaning up. The shades were mostly down, one look ripped. It spooked me a little, but I wanted this car.
I walked up to the front door. There was a knob in the center of the door. I turned the knob and it sounded like an old fashion bicycle bell. Nothing happen for awhile and I hope they didn't stand me up. I almost turned to leave when I heard someone approaching the door.
The door opened, and an older man, I would guess in his mid-fifties stood there. He was about 6' 1" and heavyset. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts and slippers. I thought maybe I woke him up.
He said, "Hi, assume you're Brad."
"That's me, I guess you're Bill?"
"That's me, come on in," he said gesturing me inside.
I didn't want to go inside, I figured we could go around the back of the house and look over the car. "Can't we look at it out here?"
"Yea we could," he said, "but the car is in the garage off the back of the house and It's easier to get to it through the kitchen."
I went in. The inside of the home was no better then the outside. The paint was old and dirty, little furniture, a few chairs, very sparse. I didn't feel comfortable. We walked down the center hall and into the kitchen. There was only an old table with three chairs and an old refrigerator. I didn't see any dishes around and the sink looked as if it hadn't been clean in months.
Bill noticed me looking around, "If you're wondering, I purchased this as a second home, I don't live in it, just park the car here." He pointed to a door, "the garage is through the back door." I followed him to the door, he opened it and we walked down about four steps. I found myself in a garage that had been finished off, more like a spare room. The walls still had old dirty paint on them. There was an old chair and an old spring bed in the corner covered with a thin battered mattress. There was a garage door and a side door that must go out to the backyard.
But no Camaro.
I was getting nervous and figured maybe they where planning to rip me off, I only had $200.00 as a deposit for the car, so they wouldn't get much. "What's going on Bill, where's the car?"
Bill turned to me and said, "don't get your panties in a bunch. Gary was polishing it up and probably took it outside." That made me somewhat calmer, although, why take it outside when it's dark.
Bill went to the side door and yelled out, "Gary, where the hell are you?" to which a reply came, "hold your horses, coming."
I watched Gary come through the door. What a site, he is shorter then Bill, but much skinnier. he had a small goatee and unmanaged mustache. His hair looked dirty and hung around his neck. He wore dirty army fatigues and boots.
Bill introduced us, "Gary, this is Brad, Brad Gary."
Gary smiled at me. He had terrible teeth, one missing, some decayed and the rest, well, pick your color. "Hey Brad," he said.
"Gary, where is the car?" ask Bill.
"It's not here right now," said Gary, "I had to take it to get the oil changed, don't bug me."
I was upset, "What's going on Bill, we set this up last night. I drove for forty minutes to get here and there's no car. Are you guys running a scam?"
Gary smiled at me and Bill looked mad. He turned and started walking towards me. I suddenly felt I was not very safe here. I moved toward the kitchen door as it was closer then the side door. "You know what, forget it. I don't want the car."
Bill had come close enough to reach out his hand and grab my shoulder. "Why do you want to leave without seeing the car, are you in a rush?"
"I've got classes tomorrow, I can't stay out that late," I replied
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"Why don't you just take it easy Brad," Bill said as he pushed me back against the wall. "you're hurting Gary's feelings, he didn't mean to mess it up."
