After I finished selling the latest stuff I had to offer from a house I just recently robbed on E-bay, I went on and started driving my car around to see what other houses I can possibly rob next. I used my laptop (That I've stolen) to download a system where I can deactivate any type of alarm that runs through any house. Do I enjoy doing this? Yes, because I usually robbed people who got tons of money so they wouldn't notice a few things gone.
While I'm driving around I notice this beautiful gothic house surrounded by trees. I stopped my car and parked near it. There's a gate and beyond the gate is a pathway leading up to the front porch of the house. Looking at the gates, it seems that it goes all around the property. I got to climb over this gate then. But not today. I still have to find out who lives here.
Weeks had passed and everyday I drove by the house at least two times. I notice only one person lives here. He's pretty tall, I would say he's about 6'4 at best. He has a beard going on with decent size black hair on the top of his head. Maybe reaches to his neck. His body looks to be well kept up with. One day I saw him with a white tank top and his hairy chest was well built. He seems to be in his late 30s. I tried to do research on him and his house but I couldn't find anything. I really want my plans to go smoothly like the others' cause I really don't want to run into him with a bag of his things. Who knows how badly he'll beat me up.
I've decided, tomorrow night will be the day to break in. It seems he is never home on Friday nights only. Every Friday he leaves at 8pm and goes out wearing a button up shirt and jeans. Maybe he goes out to a bar or club. But he gets back at around 11pm.
I get out of my shower and admire my body for a few seconds. My favorite thing about my body is my chest. They are well defined but I'm not satisfied with them yet. I'm only 20 years old and I have a lot more years to train them. Also, I get compliments from my friends about how well and round my ass is. I have abs but they aren't very visible. When I workout my abs then yes. I'm 5'11 and my weight is 180 pounds. I start to shave my face with my brown hair getting in the way of my sight as I do so. I get into my bed with only my red boxers on and just think about my plan on robbing his house. Nothing can go wrong. I've been doing this for a year already.
It's 7:30 pm. I came only with my bike and two duffle bags. I had parked my car at a store that is open 24/7 and rode my bike all the way here. It's a small town so it wasn't far. I'm wearing all black. Black sweater, shirt, pants, shoes, gloves, hat, and socks. The only thing I'm not wearing black is my red boxers. I see him already getting ready to leave. He is in his truck and all of a sudden the gate opens. Must be a remote control that opens it from his phone. As he pulls out I get ready. I put my bike behind a tree and I am ready to run in through the gates when he leaves. Once he left I made sure he was out of sight then I took off running before the gate closed. I made it.
I walk up to the porch and see it is just a keyhole. No keypad. I bring out my bobby pin and try to unlock it. I've been very good with these since high school, trying to break in my teacher's classroom to get back my phone when I got in trouble. I hear a click and I turn the door handle. I'm in. I checked beforehand about any alarms. There was none so I didn't have to worry about that. I close the door and my quest has begun. I start rumbling through everything and trying to leave everything as it was. This is a pretty big house for one guy. Does he even have a family? I go up to his master bedroom and I see a picture. It's him with a woman and a little boy. It seems this picture was taken years ago judging how young the man looked. I never saw the woman or the little boy anywhere in the house when I was doing my stalking bit. My guess is that the woman was his wife that left him or died and the little boy was his son and he just probably moved out. Anyways I resumed what I was doing. I put some jewelry in the bag next to some fancy dishes I took from the kitchen.
I'm down on the first floor and second floor. My bags are full. I stopped by a door and it looks to be a basement. I opened the door and I heard a buzz. I don't know where it came from. It went off for not even a second. I'm walking down the stairs not thinking anything about it. Once I got to the bottom my heart stopped. I'm looking at a well made bed in the center against the wall and on the walls are many kinds of whips hanging. They are going from thin to thicker. A wooden paddle with a hole is also seen. There's a wooden stock and a chair but not any kind of chair. It's those types of chairs where you would sit down and place your legs on top of the support to hold it where the doctor can examine your asshole. A stirrup chair. But this chair had straps on it. Straps where your legs, arms and even your head goes. Oh my god. What did I even walk into??
Well this guy was currently kinky and into some weird shits. I don't see anything that looks like it can get me money. I see a huge cabinet at the end so I walk up to it and open it. Whoa! There's lots of things in here. Sexual things. No... sexual toys! Dildos, butt plugs, things I don't even know what they are called or do. There's this black box at the bottom. I reached down and opened and what I saw made me gasp. There are pictures of a guy tied up getting fucked by a dildo. It definitely wasn't the guy who owned this house. The guy in the journal looked way younger. Judging by the picture, the young guy does not look happy. Was he being raped...? There's more. It showed up being in that wooden stock with his ass bloody red. What the hell. I put the photos back into the box and closed the cabinet. I try to calm myself down. Ok! I got what I needed now it's time to go. I'll just forget what I saw here. I get my bags and start to head up the stairs. I reached the top and right when I was about to close the door, a hand with a white cloth pressed against my face. I start to struggle. But I was no match. It all happened so fast. And before you know it I blacked out.
What the hell? My head is spinning crazy. I open my eyes trying to think what happened. Where am I? I reach trying to rub my head but my hands are tied down. I look over and my hands are tied to the headboard for the bed. Spread out. Shit! What the fuck! I try to sit up but the same thing goes for my feet. They are tied up with ropes to the bed corners. I'm laying on my back on top of the bed spread eagle. These fucking ropes are tight too. What the hell happened? He came back?! How did I not hear him? Why was he home so early? I'm in his basement that's for sure. Oh shit. Am I going to end up like that guy in the pictures? FUCK FUCK FUCK! Should I scream? No, there is no point. There isn't a house near here. Then the door from the top of the stairs opens.
"Ah! You're awake Clark." His voice is deep. Wait, how does he know my name?
"You know, you really shouldn't have brought your phone and wallet when robbing someone's house. Dumb bitch." He laughed when he called me a bitch. But fuck that was really fucking stupid of me to bring those. I need to come up with something to say. Something that he can take pity on. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry man! I just needed money to take care of my family. I swear I don't want any trouble." I said, trying to sound convincing.
"Tsk tsk. There's something off about what you just said to me." What? What does he mean? "What do you mean..?"
He pulls out my phone and he unlocks it with a face scan. "Judging by your Instagram posts and contacts, you seem to be living on your own. With your very own apartment. Mom and Dad are living a few states away and it seems they cut you out of their lives. Therefore, they shouldn't be a problem." A problem? "Then your two friends that you have in this town. I'm not too worried about them since they are both junkies who love drugs. They'll just forget about you and replace you. You're not even close to them. That just leaves you with me. For however long I decide to keep you. Weeks, months, or even years." He got all that information from my phone?!
"WAIT! Please man. I'm a jackass for robbing you but please I won't do this again. Let me go and I won't say anything. PLEASE!" I start to beg but he seems to give zero fucks about it.
He pulls out a knife and points it at me. I shut my mouth. "Now that no one knows where you are, you belong to me now. Say goodbye to your old life. No more holding on to the past. Your new life is starting right now. Here I'm going to fuck your mouth and hole countless of time. You will address me as Sir. Understand?"
I'm frozen. I open my mouth but nothing is coming out. I can't live like this. I'm staring him down into his eyes but there is no man behind those eyes. No man would do this. This is a monster.
He walks up to me.
SMACK!
