MISTAKEN IDENTITY
A short story by Xavier
"I'm not a burglar! I'm..." Too late, the gag is forced into my mouth, my hands are secured to two hooks placed conveniently at the base of the barrel. I am totally helpless. Mike deftly loosened my belt and undid it. Once open, he pulled it quickly from the loops around the waist of my faded 501's. The false security of my jeans was soon compromised as the button fly gave way to the determined action of his nimble fingers. The cool air of the cellar felt strangely exciting as it washed over the bare crack of my arse. "Nice one mate," Mike whispered approvingly as he took in the sight before him. "I couldn't ask for anything better. Not only have I caught a tight arsed straight kid tryin' to rob my house but he is positively beggin' for it!" My vulnerability suddenly hit home with a thud as he started to run his fingers around my naked flesh, poking them inside the pouch of my jock as it cradled my balls within.
Eager fingers prised my bum cheeks apart. The same cool air that felt so exciting as it washed over my cheeks now found its way to my exposed orifice. Mike cautiously explored my entrance, easing the tip of a finger within. Instinctively I tensed. "Wow!" he gasped. "A real live virgin. Fuck! What a turn on." I felt more embarrassed by his comment than by the fact that I was tied over a barrel with my jeans around my knees. Was it that obvious? He was right though, at 20, I was still a virgin.
I couldn't believe this was happening, how had I ended up in this situation! A situation I had fantasised about but only thought happened in films. Something cold is applied, a finger enters me and starts its quest. The words of the Talk Mail ad. suddenly flooded my thoughts. 'Rugged, good looking business executive (25) seeks fun times. Call if you dare!' I must have read it a hundred times before finally plucking up the courage to call and leave a message. I couldn't believe it when Mike called back within the hour. My knees turned to jelly at the sound of his deep voice. "You sound like my sort of guy," he'd said after a short conversation. "Why not come around to my place tomorrow? We can have some fun." He was brimming with self confidence, just how I longed to be. I readily agreed to the arrangements, heaven knows I needed some 'fun'.
The instant I replaced the receiver I was filled with dread. What have I done? I asked myself. I was like two people. Half of me desperately yearned to meet other guys and was straining at the leash to get out there but the other half urged caution and filled my stomach with thousands of butterflies. I had all the usual thoughts. What if I don't like him? What if he's ugly? Worst of all, what if he thinks I am ugly!
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car. It was about 9.30 and the warm summer's day was giving way to a balmy night. I hadn't seen a soul around, bar the odd car, since I arrived about ten minutes earlier. There were no lights on in number 6 as I walked slowly past the entrance of the tree lined drive, not daring to walk up its gravel covered surface.
I continued walking along the quiet well kept street. What was I doing here? I questioned myself. I had arranged to meet Mike tomorrow so why had I ended up outside the address he had given me only two hours after I had spoken to him? Because I am a coward, I concluded. How I hated myself for trying to give myself an excuse for not keeping the date. I had somehow convinced myself that if I hung around outside his place for long enough I would catch a glimpse of him. What would I do if I did? If I didn't like the look of him I would chicken out of the date, that's what. I wouldn't have to put myself through the ordeal of that first meeting. I was like a thing possessed, driven on by my own inadequacies.
I continued walking until I reached the junction with the main road, no more than a couple of hundred yards, where I turned and started to retrace my steps. My heart started to thud as I saw a figure vanish up the drive of number 6. Could that be Mike? I asked myself. By the time I reached the entrance again, there was a light in one of the upstairs rooms and I could see the figure of a youngish guy through the window. I stood and looked, straining my eyes to try to get a better view, but I was too far away. I needed to get closer. Suddenly the light went off and the house seemed in total darkness again.
A large car passed slowly behind me, making me aware of how suspicious I must have looked. Without thinking I started up the drive, the white gravel crunching softly as I walked. I suddenly felt very excited, too late to turn back now, I thought. The gravel was too noisy so I stepped off the drive and walked along the grass covered incline to one side. I soon found myself up against the imposing sandstone wall of the house. I couldn't believe what I was doing but I was compelled to go on.
As I crept around the back of the house I suddenly became aware of the heavy scent of flowers as it hung, invisibly, in the still night air. I could just make out, in the rapidly fading light, the shape of a large lawn surrounded by sumptuous flowerbeds. A feeling of insignificance suddenly overcame me and only the sight of a dim light emanating from the large patio doors prevented me from retreating to the safety of my car. As I drew closer to the glass and peered carefully inside I could see a fantastically good looking guy wandering around the luxuriously appointed room. He seemed to be looking for something.
The guy vanished out of the door and I took the opportunity of taking a closer look at the contents of the room. Mike wasn't kidding when he said that he enjoyed the 'Finer things in life'. The grand piano alone must have been worth a fortune not to mention the Chinese looking rug which lay on top of the thick piled carpet. My heart missed a beat as a hand grabbed me by the shoulder. "Seen enough then mate?" I turned and looked behind me, it was Mike. I felt frozen to the spot and unable to speak. "Seeing as you are so interested in looking through my window, perhaps you had better step inside then I can get a better look at you."
I remembered that Mike had said he took particular care of his physical fitness with a two hour workout in the gym every other evening. This was borne out by the power I felt in his grip on my shoulder and by the force I felt as he grabbed my right arm and forced it up my back. "Arrgh. Go easy mate," I screamed, "that fuckin' hurts." He pushed me away from the patio doors and toward the back door of the house which he kicked open as we reached it. "Get inside," he ordered as he pushed me into the darkness.
I took a couple of steps and stumbled into something. There was a loud crash as whatever it was hit the floor and smashed. "You clumsy bastard! Watch where you are going," he shouted. "I can't see a thing," I shouted back. He clicked a switch on the wall and I found myself in a long passageway. He pushed me along it until we reached a doorway where he spun me around and pinned me against it. "Now then you little fucker. What are you doing skulking around my garden and peering through my window? I suppose you are responsible for the spate of break ins along here. Well, what have you to say?" He paused but I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him the real reason I was there, he'd think me a right pillock and I didn't want to blow my chances with him tomorrow. Oh yes, I was definitely going to keep my appointment, I had decided that.
"Don't say much do you? Cat got your tongue then!" I was pulled roughly from the door which he opened and pushed me through. I stumbled down the steps that were on the other side, it was only the fact that he kept a firm grip on my arm that prevented me from falling head over heels in the darkness. "Come on get down there; I'm gonna show you how I punish burglars." A naked bulb hanging from the low ceiling burst into life and I found myself in a large, well kept cellar. It felt cold in comparison with the balmy air outside and, despite being in good order, a musty odour pervaded the atmosphere.
The initial excitement of the situation suddenly evaporated and I was filled with an overwhelming fear. The gravity of my predicament hit me like a ten ton truck. I started to struggle. "Oh. So you've got a bit of spunk in you then!" he sneered as he tightened his grip on my arm, forcing it still further up my back. "Arrgh.... Come on let me go. I wasn't doing any harm." He just laughed as he pushed me over to a large barrel that was on its side in a corner of the room. "No use calling the Police, they just give little bastards like you a caution and let you off scot free." I continued to struggle but his powerful physique was too much for me.
The application of more cold lubricant to my entrance suddenly brought my thoughts back to the present. Two more fingers were inserted and probed ever deeper within me. "I'm gonna give you something you have never had before, straight boy, something you will never forget." He forced his fingers in and out of me with ever increasing speed. My prick stiffened at an amazing rate and was soon straining against the soft material of my jock. He walked around to my face and grabbed my hair, pulling my head upwards until I was staring directly at his crotch. The material of his dark blue trousers was stretched tightly over a tantalising bulge which lay beneath. Despite the situation, I found such a sight to be incredibly exciting.
"Take a look at this," he said, slowly unzipping his flies. He reached inside and I could see the outline of his powerful hand through the material as it covered the hardness within. With one fell swoop the whole of his manhood was exposed, sending a shiver down my spine. "This, my son, is going up that tight little arse of yours, not just a bit, but all the way." He laughed loudly as he started to wipe his smooth and shiny knob end around my face and under my nose. "Think yourself lucky you've got that gag in your mouth mate, otherwise you might have got it rammed down your throat as well."
He released my hair and turned to the shelf behind him. He started to open a packet which he found there. I couldn't help thinking that everything seemed to hand. Mike had not mentioned, in our brief conversation, that he was into bondage or anything yet this barrel and the well kept cellar seemed perfect for the purpose. Again my hair was grabbed and head pulled upwards. I could almost taste that unmistakable smell of a condom as he wiped his rubber clad dick under my nose again.
It was then that I realised he was deadly serious at taking my virginity from me. I tried to shout and tell him who I really was but I couldn't. Would it have made any difference anyway if he knew he had spoken to me and arranged to meet? I doubt it. He released my head and stood in front of me, massaging his erect organ. "You are a pretty boy. A pretty little burglar who's going to be taught a lesson." His voice was deep and had a slight scouse accent, something that hadn't been apparent on the phone.
I lost sight of him as he walked slowly behind me. The room fell silent. Had he changed his mind? Had he vanished up the stairs and abandoned me? Nothing happened for what seemed like ages. Without a sound the tip of his rubber clad prick is pressing against my entrance, the soft latex bulb tickling my ring. The tip is inside. Not as painful as I had imagined. Arrgh.... perhaps I spoke too soon, he's really pushing now. Fuckin' hell, the bastard's gonna rip my arse open, I can't take the width of his shaft. What did that book say? Relax. I'm trying to relax but it still hurts. I want it; I know I do; if only I can convince my body that it can take it. His cock feels even bigger than it looked, and that was big enough. How much more is there? Surely the whole of it is up me by now. Good job he me tied up or I might just chicken out at this point. Oh how I have imagined this moment; the moment I lost my virginity. But I am not losing it, it is being taken from me, forcibly, by Mike, the man of my dreams. I'll bet he'll be embarrassed when I turn up on his doorstep tomorrow. Arrgh.... He must be all the way in now!
What's he doing? He's just lying there. I can feel his belly against my bum. He must be right up me. I've done it! I've fuckin' well done it! I've got his big handsome dick right up where I want it. Bloody hell; it's getting hot in here. "Wow, what a tight little burglar you are. Your hole is grasping my shaft like a vice." He's speaking in a low tone, whispering close to my ear. "Seeing as you're a beginner, I'll go easy on you.... To start with." I can feel his hot breath against my ear, it's sending a tingle down my spine.
Movement! This is it, I'm actually being fucked. Oooh... I never imagined. The pain has gone.... Shove it up further...... Faster. Come on mate give it to me; give me the discipline I deserve! "That's it mate; take your punishment like a man. You love it don't you! You fuckin' well love it. All you straight kids are the same. You just break into people's houses because you are sexually frustrated. DON'T YOU?" If he shouts much louder in my ear he'll deafen me! I wonder why he thinks I'm straight? "This is what you secretly want when you bust into places isn't it!" Bloody hell, he's really moving now; I can feel my hole getting hot. "Uuuh..." He's there. I can feel his shaft throbbing deep within me. I'm a virgin no more! "Thanks kid, that was a good fuck." He's pulling out, what a sensation! My hole is tingling and hot, my inside throbbing. "Now, let's see what you have to offer." What's he mean? He's already had my arse what more can I give him! Oh no, he's grabbing my prick, pulling it back between my legs out of my jock. Arrgh, that hurts, go easy mate. "What a beautiful cock you have. Ever been milked before? That's it, come on let me see your straight boy cum. This is what you really want. A bit more of this would cut down on the crime rate." I can't resist this much longer. I want to fuck my load. Okay then Mike, you want it, here it comes. Uhhh.
He walked around to the front of me and started to untie my hands, his enormous tool now firmly back within the confines of his trousers. My feet were also released. It took me a few moments to compose myself and summon the strength to stand up. I looked around. The condom Mike had used lay discarded on the floor. Mike had slipped away silently and I found myself alone. Having tidied myself up I made my way back up the steps and into the passageway. I expected to find Mike at every corner but, to my surprise, the house was deserted. I made my way through the darkened kitchen, my shoes crunching on broken glass or china as I walked, and out of the back door.
Did yesterday really happen? I thought to myself as I walked up the imposing drive of No. 6 which took on a different air in the light of day. I rang the doorbell, heart pounding, and waited for what seemed like hours before the door finally opened. My heart sank as I saw, not Mike standing there but a guy in a dark suit and tie. "Er... Hello," I said nervously, "I've come to see Mike. My name is Arun." The guy held out his hand. "Yes, I'm expecting you Arun. You are dead on time. Come in." I felt totally confused as I stepped in the door, who was this guy? "Is Mike in?" I questioned. The guy looked puzzled and thought for a moment. "You are expecting someone else?" he replied with a nervous grin. It suddenly dawned on me that he was Mike. If this was Mike, who was the guy I had surrendered to in the cellar the night before? "Oh. Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Pleased to meet you," I mumbled unconvincingly.
"Come through to the kitchen Arun I'm just making a cup of tea." I followed him through the hallway and into the large kitchen. I quickly glanced around the room. The floor was strewn with broken glass and china. "Please excuse the mess Arun; I haven't had the opportunity to tidy up after last night." "Why, what happened last night?" "Some bastard broke in whilst I was out. Managed to knock my best china and glass off the table. Do you take sugar?"
Mistaken identity
Xavier March 1995