OH FUCK!!!
OH FUCK!!! Im going to die was my only thought, the second was remembering that a number of Post Offices up and down the country had been robbed just as this was about to be and all of them with guns involved. I did not remember anyone getting shot which was some comfort I guess.
Behind the gun was a 6ft.2 thug dressed in black, with matching "bank robbers" balaclava. All I could see was his mouth and eyes and they were looking at me as though saying, "get back inside wanker."
He said. "Get back inside wanker!" But he added to all those persons present, "MOVE and I will shoot this guy. Put your hands up all you fuckers and don't touch any alarms." My first prayer was for everyone to listen to this thing otherwise a bit of lead would scramble what I called a brain. I felt sure that "Al Capone" was more than willing to pull the trigger to get what he wanted. Oh HOW I wished I was 10 foot tall and the worlds strongest man and could beat the crap out of him and the twat behind him. This berk was a mere 5 6, but he had a gun as well which bought him up to 6 foot + stature.
"Ok Robbie go!" That was code for Robbie to go into the Post Office bit and rob it.
"Cummon Robbie hurry, we aint got much time!" Neither have I if you pull that trigger too hard I thought. All I could hope for is that they would get what they came for and get the fuck out.
"Robbie! COME ON, fill the bags for fucks sake!" But Robbie had to deal with the Post Master who was oblivious to the gun pointing at my head said in that way of the "angry" Englishman.
"This is not acceptable young man and you and your companion should leave NOW!" He stood looking at "Robbie."
Oh shut up and let them have the money for fucks sake. It cant be much and if they go, I live, so do we all.
Oh no not at all, not fuckwit Post Master. He was making a stand.
"Look here young man, I fought in the war and I saved you so you could be free. I think you should respect that.
Robbie said, "Thanks mate for all you done and I am free, now open the safe or that guy gets it, ok?. Robbie pointed at me and I looked at PM and told him with my eyes, OPEN THE FUCKING SAFE YOU TWAT!
Post Master at last gave up and did as he was told much to my relief. Robbie emptied the contents of the safe into his "Walmart?" shopping bag and told "Capone";
"Dun it."
Thank fuck for that I thought, now they would go and leave us alone. No chance. Freddy ripped out all the wires that he could get to and with the gun still at my head told the group. "I'm taking this guy and if anyone tries anyfink, I will shoot him. DON'T call the fuzz." The twat forgot that even grandma's had mobiles these days, so did I.
They took me out and bundled me into the back of their van and Robbie sat opposite me with his gun pointed at my guts. There was a makeshift curtain behind Freddy which hid him from my view and I assumed so he could take his hood off. He crunched the gears and we shot off.
I tried to think of the way he was taking us and was surprised when he seemed to turn down our lane in which case we would pass our house! We carried on for a short time and then he slammed the brakes on and made a sharp right turn off road and I could hear branches bang up against the van. We stopped and Freddy got out and opened the back doors.
"Ok Robbie, put the blindfold on and tape him." and to me, "make a stupid move and I will finish you." I had no intention of making ANY move other than what they wanted me to make.
Blindfolded and taped up with my arms behind me I was pulled out of the van and lead into another. There I sat and listened to them covering the first van and I assumed changing clothes. As I concentrated I became a little more relaxed about my situation for two reasons. One, as we drove from the post office I was not blindfolded and although the guy with me had his hood on I could see his eyes and his body language and realized he was shit scared, in fact he was almost in tears. I also felt sure he had ginger hair as most gingers I had seen had hazel or green eyes. His was green. He was also shifting about all over the place and gave me the impression he was as nervous as hell. If there was ever a chance for me to have a go at him I felt I could over power him. The second reason was they were taking a lot of effort not to show me their faces. I was trying to convince myself that if they intended to finish me they would not take so much care? Wishful thinking maybe, but I had to think positive as well. The one thing I WAS sure about if I was going to be shot it would be by Freddy. I was sure Robbie could not do it. Another thing I was sure of was that Freddy was black. His eyes and mouth told me that.
Coming out of the woods we turned right onto the lane and fuckwit Fred drove like hell down it, I guessed we were heading for the M3 and once there I had to work out if we were heading for London or south towards Southampton. It would take about 10 minutes to get there. As we approached where I assumed we were going Fred slowed down and finally stopped, turned right and I knew we were on a main road and after a short drive we went onto the motorway and I was sure now heading towards Southampton. I was proved right when Fred shouted to Robbie that he needed fags and pulled off at the Fleet services. He parked, told Robbie to shoot me if I caused trouble, slammed the door and went to get his fags. I now had the chance to talk to Robbie.
"Robbie?"
"Shut up don't fuckin say nufink."
"Come on mate we are all in the shit, but I could end up dead. Let me go please?"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" His voice broke as he screamed at me. "Just shut the fuck up." I could hear him moving about, he was wound up like a spring. Would he use his gun? Don't push it Bobby I advised myself and took no notice.
"Look mate I don't know what you look like so I can't identify either of you, so why not just let me go? If your caught at least I can say you helped me Robbie."
SLAP, fuck that hurt.
"If you say any more I will beat the crap out of you. SHUT UP!" I heard the break in his voice again.
"Don't say any fink, please!!"
PLEASE? Oh yes, Robbie was shitting himself as well as me, worth knowing that, I hoped. I felt my mobile vibrate in my pocket. Thank goodness it was not on ring tone. I guessed it would be Andy as by now surely he had been told what had happened and the police involved?
Back on the motorway I concentrated as never before and after 15 minutes Fred slowed down and turned onto a slip road. It must be Basingstoke surely? On we went and soon drove into traffic and even if I was not certain where we were it was obviously a town, but just where I did not know. Must be Basingstoke it,s the biggest town coming this way from our home and we were driving for some time in traffic. After some more driving we seemed to be going down residential streets as we kept turning and going over speed bumps. Finally we stopped. Fred got out of the van with the engine still running, then got back in and drove into what I guessed was our destination. He stopped the engine and got out again. I heard gates close. They bundled me out and lead me into a building along what seemed a corridor, then down some stairs. At the bottom Fred told me to sit and don't move. I sat and stayed absolutely still. Was this it? Am I going to be shot? Was I going to be murdered for the sake of a few quid? I was crapping myself and it must have showed.
"You cooperate mate and I will let you live, fuck me up and your very dead." That was Fred of course. I was convinced Robbie could not do it. Still, I did relax a little and told myself to "cooperate", my life could depend on it. They walked away and I heard a door close and locked. There was no way I could get to my phone with my hands duck taped behind my back. I felt around me, but found nothing to try to cut through the tape. I seemed to be in the middle of a room sitting on a box. The BOX! Maybe that had a rough edge I could use. I was about to move when I heard the lock and someone come in. In fact it was both of them. Fred pulled my blindfold off and I held my breath praying they had their hoods on. I looked up,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, phew they did.
"Right we are keeping you here as hostage and if the fuzz finds us and they start shooting so do I understand?" I nodded my head, but he had not finished yet. "Two things get you wasted, one the fuzz comes knocking, two you misbehave. GOT IT?" Again I nodded. "Stand up!"
Up I stood. They took off the tape and replaced it with handcuffs on my right wrist and clamped the other to a radiator, one of those old fashioned cast iron type.
"Freddy?"
"What?"
"Can I have some water and a bucket? I need a piss." I asked my captor.
"Ronnie get him what he wants." He ordered and left.
Ronnie came back with a bottle of water and a bucket, I drank half of it down and waited for him to go so I could pee. He stayed were he was and as I was now busting I had no option but to take Andy's wedding present out and piss. The look on Robbies face could have been comical in other circumstances.
"Fucking hell your well built! Wish I had one like that."
"Yeah well look, but don't touch, my boyfri..............! Fuck, what have I just said?
"Boyfriend? You gay then?" He asked.
"Non of your business, just let me out of this shit hole. You don't have the right to hold me. Who do you and shit face think you are? Fuck off." That was pushing it, but suddenly I found myself getting angry with this turd. A piece of shit who even I could take out if I was free too. I also thought he would not do anything, well not shoot me anyway.
He went out and locked the door. I looked around me. I already knew I was in a basement, but were for fucks sake? There was all sorts of junk in the room and quite a few tools, both mechanical and carpentry, but all out of reach. At least he had left the light on and I felt slightly less insecure. I wondered what the time was and what was happening at home.
Quite a lot had and was happening. After the police had been informed all hell broke loose and the whole village was locked down. The post master told them who I was and they went round to the house, but of course no one was in. Eventually they found out about Andy and the first thing he knew about what had happened was when the police grabbed him at work and brought him home. Once inside they searched the whole place while Andy begged to know what the hell was going on and, "where is Bobby?" It transpired our brave post master only told the police he was convinced I was part of the hold up! He may have fought in the war, but I wonder on which side? Eventually they worked out that I was in fact kidnapped and had no idea where the hell I was or indeed the gang. They did not even find the first getaway van and were looking for a white ford transit as told by the people in the post office, but in fact we were in a small toyota blue van. The cops told Andy to stay by the phone in case anyone called and also get someone around to stay with him. A cop would be outside.
Andy poor boy was in a dreadful state and just paced around the house asking me to come home! Eventually he used his head and called Colin.
Colin and Gary were in bed cuddled up together after a day off of fun. They had been at it for sometime and had dropped off to sleep when Andy called. Colin got out of bed to answer it. Gary told him to hurry, "I want to try that again!"
"WHAT! Oh my goodness we will be right over!" Gary was not best pleased to hear that, got out of bed and, still naked, went to the lounge.
"Whats up?" Colin told him and turned the tv on.
"Go and get dressed dear, Andy needs us." The news about me did not come on by the time they were ready to leave.
They got there in record time and as Andy opened the door for them broke down in tears. When he told Colin that he had tried to phone me Colin suggested he didn't anymore.
"We don't know how much battery life he has on his phone and i'm sure if he is able he will call, but in any case they have most probably taken it off him Andy. We just have to sit it out, but don't worry we will be here all the time. Gary put an arm around my man which he found a comfort. So there they sat watching the news on tv. Colin called David and spoke to Carl. They could not get away, but said they would be over as soon as they could get cover.
Meanwhile, back in the not so "Ok Corral" I was wondering what the hell I could do. I could hear footsteps above me and thought it was safe to get my phone out. It was in my right hand pocket of my track top. After a struggle I got it out and flipped it open. FUCK no signal! Not only that it was nearly flat. Shit! After what seemed hours Ronnie came back in with a cold peice of pizza and his hood on and handed it to me.
"Where's Freddy then?"
"Upstairs getting pissed." He said and that cheered me up no end.
"Does he fall asleep after a drink or ten?"
"No, he can drink shit loads."
I would have to work on this fucker, he was my only hope.
"You know you are in deep shit don't you. I know I can't do anything about it, but some time you and he will get caught and if he kills me it will be life for both of you."
"We won't get caught Robert Wiseman."
"I guess we are all in the news then?"
"Yep and we know we wont get caught they think we are still in the transit. We hid it well." He seemed really pleased with himself which was not a good sign, for me anyway. There was a bang on the floor above.
"I gotta go, let me know when you want another piss." He moved the bucket away from me and went out. I thought about him. Is he gay? If he is maybe thats my way out of here? Oh Christ what if...............?
It was not long before he came back. He sat down opposite me and looked at my shorts. I covered myself with my one hand.
"You need both hands to hide that thing of yours." I looked at him and told him if he tried anything I would kick the shit out of him and fuck the consequences.
"You wont shoot me, only "fuckdust" upstairs would do that and are you going to tell him your gay? Because I will tell him his post office hold up man is a fucking queer? Now do yourself a favour, go and get that shit pissed then come back and let me go. I still don't know who you are and can't identify you."
"But you will know where we live and you will have the cops round in no time. No, your stuck until Freddy thinks it's safe to let you go. I can help if I can suck you off. I want your cock in my mouth and up my ass."
Ronnie, now safe, was much more confident and knew he had the upper hand. He was saying he would help me. All he wanted was sex with me and if that was what it would take to get free then thats what would happen, but I knew as well it could end Andy and me. Would he understand it was my only way out to save my life and get back to him?
Strange really, get held up and the only possible way out is to have sex with one of your captors! You could not write a story about that for fucks sake!
"Okay, but you have to get him totally pissed first then come back down. I will have sex with you, but you have to let me get free as well and I mean before we have sex. I needed to show him what I had again.
"Hand me the bucket." He got it and I got my cock out. The last thing I needed was a piss, but I knew he would love a look and I gave him a good one before putting it back.
"Fuck I can't piss. Maybe later if you bring drink down?" He looked at me and I could see by his eyes he was more than keen. He went out and forgot to lock the door he was so excited about what could happen.
Now what? Fuck, get lucky Bobby. I looked around again. There were so many tools, but all out of reach, or were they? Yep, they were. All I can hope to do was bullshit myself out of this, but it may mean having sex with him. Oh Christ Andy forgive me please?
I heard talking and guessed it was the two of them unless someone eles was in the house. Robbie came back and I could see he was pissed off.
"He is still awake. He wont be asleep for hours yet and then only sleeps lightly. "Fuck it."
Well at least I had some more time to think without me having to fuck him. I shuddered at the thought and then I had one.
"First things first Robbie get me that bar." I pulled on my cock and got it semi, he looked, swallowed and kept looking.
"Come on mate we are both gagging for it." I just hoped this was working.
"What if he catches us? We are both dead." Robbie was as desperate as me, but in much different ways.
"NO NO, we can get out and fuck off together Robbie. We can take the money and go anywhwere. Come on mate i'm going to cum soon. I'm so FUCKING horny."
"You got a partner, it was on the news. You don't want me, all you want is to get me to let you go. You don't want me, but I wont you and that cock up my ass." He was looking at me with desperate eyes.
I sat back down on the box. I was completely fucked and no idea how I was going to get out of this now?
"Ok Robbie, but your not coming anywhere near me, I will kill you before fuck shit gets to me. Now fuck off and be proud that you are a total prick. You cunts go around and fuck peoples lives up and for what? A few quid thats all, A FEW FUCKING QUID. I could get you out of this mess if you let me get free. Still, enjoy prison because thats were you and dopey will end up."
I was desperate, but at least I would not lower myself to this twats level. He went out locking the door this time. I just sat there completely at a loss.
After what seemed hours the door was unlocked and Robbie came in. He did not have his hood on.