"Charlie, come here a minute," his mother called him from downstairs.
"Huh?" Charlie replied, pulling out his earphones.
"Come here," his mother replied. "We're leaving now. Remember to lock the door."
Sighing, he climbed out of bed with great effort and drawled himself out of his room. He looked over the banister to see his parents in the downstairs hallway. They were about to leave for their week-long getaway. This was great for Charlie. Being an only child he got to spend an entire week alone in the house. It was a fairly big standalone house, secluded from the other houses in the area so he could play music as loud as he liked without the neighbours complaining. His parents left the car for him in case of emergencies. It meant he could drive to the shops. Well, he would, if he could be bothered. Most of the time he stayed in his room on his laptop. But this time he could order take-out without his parents complaining about his weight. And masturbate with the door wide open.
"What a productive week it'll be," Charlie sarcastically thought. He said his goodbyes as his parents left, then back to his room.
It was getting dark, and the only light on in the house was from his laptop. Charlie decided to order a curry on his nearly-dead battery phone. For less than ten minutes he idly browsed the internet, waiting for his food. He heard what sounded like footsteps outside. "Food's here already?" he thought. Fine by him, and afterward he'd have a wank he'd been deliberately saving for today. He casually checked his phone to see what time the order should have arrived for.
But, wait...
It said that the order was cancelled, and he would have to re-order. "Aw, man," he muttered to himself. But something else quickly clouded his mind.
Who was here?
He slowly closed his laptop and got out of bed. He looked out of the blinds of his window. Even in the dark Charlie could see them. Four very muscular men, wearing balaclavas and identical black sleeveless tops and shiny silver metal watches.
Burglars. And he hadn't locked the door like his mum told him to!
The front door opened. Panicking, the first thing Charlie did was hide under his bed. Shit, his phone was out of reach as well! He heard muttering, and movement downstairs. He just hoped they didn't come upst– No, two of them walked up the stairs. From Charlie's view, he saw a pair of trainers and black jeans enter his room and stand barely a foot away from his face. All Charlie could think was "Please don't find me." Then, all of a sudden...
"BOO!" as the burglar quickly looked under the bed, directly at Charlie.
Charlie lay there, frozen with fear.
"Git out 'ere!" the burglar said, grabbing Charlie's sweater and dragging him out from under his bed.
Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he was grappled by his strong arms, then pushed into the arms of another burglar standing in the doorway. The two men laughed heartily and dragged him downstairs and into the living room. He was shoved into the middle of his couch, and the two burglars sat either side of him, pinning him. Still in shock, Charlie looked around. There was another burglar standing with his back turned, reaching valuables on the cabinet.
"W-what do you want?" Charlie whimpered.
He felt the muscular frame of one of the burglars move closer to him.
"We know your parents are away, so this is our house," he said.
"Yeah and we're your new parents," the other said.
The burglars laughed in unison, even one from the other room. Something about what he just said caused Charlie's penis to twitch.
"What the hell was that?" he thought.
The burglar in the other room came back with dad's beer from the fridge. Looks like they were staying. They turned on a rap music channel, and the two standing burglars carried on rummaging through cabinets. Charlie could feel one of the burglar's bare, muscly arm against his arm. Once again, he felt his penis twitch. The burglar on his other side outstretched his arm and across the sofa headrest. His hairy armpit mere inches from his face.
That was it. He felt his penis start to grow.
No, seriously, what the hell? Charlie was 28 years old, and despite never having seen even a naked woman in his life, not once did he think he'd be turned on by men. Burglars, no less. But, damn.
He looked at the burglar that was reaching for things off the shelf. The way his muscled body moved as his arms raised above his head, his sleeveless top highlighting his shoulders, all the way to his gloved hands. "Go down, go down," Charlie begged himself. He was actually quite relieved that he had a smaller than average penis or else the burglars would've instantly noticed. He side-eyed the burglar on his left. His forearm was quite hairy. In fact under his sleeveless vest he had a hairy chest. He then side-eyed the burglar on his right. His chest was easier to see as his arm was outstretched. Damn, he was pretty hairy as well. Both burglars wore short chain necklaces which almost seemed to enhance their muscles. The burglar in front wore a chain necklace as well, protruding in between his balaclava and black vest. The fourth burglar walked, no, strutted out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He walked back down with Charlie's phone and laptop. Charlie instinctively moved forward to stop him from taking his most prized possessions, but a strong arm smacked into his face and held him back. The feel of his strong, smooth arm against his nose and mouth... Would he dare lick it?
"Got your porn on there?" asked the burglar pinning his face.
The burglars laughed, then the one pinning his face grabbed him into a headlock and into his armpit. He pulled him up and dragged him into the back room. He threw him onto the floor and knelt over him, tying his hands. Daniel could see his hairy chest, and chain necklace swaying slightly as he grasped his hands in a manly fashion to tie them. Luckily for Charlie his penis had gone limp again. Maybe it was a fluke? They say people can get random erections during stressful encounters. Nothing to do with being attracted to them.
"Time to go upstairs," the burglar said, as another burglar followed.
He was then hoisted over the burglar's shoulder, a jolt of panic surged through him, but it was quickly entwined with yet another thrill. The powerful grip of the man’s arm enveloped Charlie, pressing him firmly against a solid chest that radiated warmth and strength. Each step the burglar took was a jarring reminder of his helplessness, yet he found himself hyper-aware of the man’s muscular form, the way the muscles flexed under the strain. He could feel the heat radiating from the burglar's body, and the scent of cologne filled his senses. A conflicting rush of fear and something akin to fascination washed over him, and he found himself contemplating the absurdity of his predicament: being carried by a man who had invaded his life, while a part of him responded to the primal intensity of the moment.
And here came the erection again.
Pressed against the burglar’s broad, sleeveless shoulder, Charlie couldn’t ignore the hard, muscular surface beneath his cheek. The warmth of the man’s skin was undeniable, his arm smooth yet unyielding. The cool chain around the burglar’s neck brushed against Charlie’s face, the metal pressing just under his cheekbone. The closeness was unsettling. Surely the burglar could feel a 'poking' sensation near his abdomen.
They reached Charlie's bedroom, and the burglar holding him laid him down on the bed.
“Let’s see what we got in this little hideaway,” he said, smirking as he looked around.
The room was becoming a mess; the burglars had rifled through Charlie's belongings, tossing clothes and personal items everywhere. One burglar grabbed Charlie’s gaming console and lifted it high.
“Bet you thought you’d be playing this tonight, huh? Not anymore!” He tossed it into a bag as another began searching through desk drawers, flinging papers and pens across the room.
“Where’s your cash at?” one demanded, rifling through his belongings. “You ain’t hiding nothing from us.”
A burglar near Charlie leaned closer, clearly enjoying the power he had over him.
“You ain’t in charge here, kid,” he said with a wicked grin. “Just sit tight while we grab what we want.”
Charlie heard a loud crash come from downstairs. One of the burglars leaned his head out of the doorway, then back in and laughed. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. As they continued to trash the room, taking his electronics, clothes, and anything they deemed valuable, Charlie felt his heart racing. Suddenly, one burglar walked into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing throughout the house. Moments later, he emerged shirtless, wearing only a towel around his waist, but still donning his balaclava. The chain necklace glistened against his chest, accentuating the muscles that rippled with every movement. His penis twitched again. He didn't even resist the dirty thoughts this time. God, what if he took the towel off? What if Charlie was forced to give his dick a big, sloppy blowjob?
“Man, I’m filthy after all this,” the shirtless burglar said, chuckling. “Gotta clean up before we dip!”
As the shower continued to run, the atmosphere felt surreal. Charlie lay on the bed, trapped in a whirlwind of confusion, fear and arousing thoughts. After what felt like an eternity, the burglar that carried him, took him downstairs.
“Alright, let’s chill for a bit,” he said, pulling Charlie down between him and another burglar on the couch. The two men flanked him, their muscular bodies encasing him in an intimidating bubble as they turned on the TV and flicked to a hip-hop music station.
As he sat wedged between the burglars on the couch, he felt the unmistakable thrill pulse through him. The solid press of their bodies against his own left him hyper-aware of every detail—the warmth of their arms encasing him, the faint scent of cologne mixing with sweat, and the casual strength in their postures. The excitement settled over his initial fear, stirring within him. He could feel the beat of his own pulse quickening, a mix of anticipation and surrender as he allowed himself to take in every sensation, no longer resisting the allure of his captors' overwhelming presence. One of the burglars raised his arms and rested his hands on the armrest, revealing a chain bracelet under his glove that contrasted against his slightly hairy, sleeveless arm.
What felt like a lifetime, or maybe no time at all, Charlie sat motionless, his penis never seeming to go down. The music blared in the room, and the burglars settled into their newfound leisure. They laughed and joked, enjoying their spoils as if they were just hanging out. Charlie looked sideways at the burglar's metal watch. It was midnight. They had been here for nearly two hours!
“Alright, enough of this,” one of them said. “We gotta make moves.” He glanced at the others, who nodded in agreement.
Charlie's heart skipped a beat. Finally, they were leaving! He also felt something else. Disappointment? Did he really want them to stay?
"What about him?" one of the burglars asked.
"He's coming with us," the other replied.
Charlie's heart skipped a beat again. Nervous excitement grew inside him. They decided to take him in the family car. The driver opened the car door and shoved the car keys into the ignition with force. The burglars wasted no time in ushering Charlie outside. He felt the cool night air hit his face, contrasting with the stifling atmosphere of the house, and the burglar slammed the front door shut. As they shoved him into the backseat, Charlie felt the weight of despair settle over him. He was in the back seat of his own parent's car, held hostage by men who had stripped him of his freedom.
“Sit tight, kid,” one of the burglars chuckled as they piled into the car.
The driver reversed out of the driveway and took off, speeding down the dark streets, cranking up the volume on the car’s stereo, blasting grime music that vibrated through Charlie’s bones. The grimey bass of Digga D thumped in contrast to his parents' soothing contemporary music, drowning out his thoughts and amplifying his sense of helplessness. It stung to realize that this car, once a sanctuary of family road trips and cherished memories, had transformed into a prison.
They talked about their time in Charlie's house, as if he wasn't even there. He was merely an afterthought. A prop in their twisted game.
"The way the door was just unlocked? Come on!” the burglar in the passenger seat said. “It’s like they wanted us to take their stuff!”
"Yeah, I mean we’ve hit houses before, but this was a walk in the park,” chuckled the driver. He briefly looked in the rear-view mirror at Charlie, then back onto the road.
“We didn't take the tv, man” the one to the right of Charlie said, slightly annoyed.
"No room, we'll come back for it later," the driver said, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Anyway yo, did you find anything good in the master bedroom?" the burglar to the left of him asked.
Yeah at the back of the wardrobe," the man in the passenger seat pulled out his mother's jewelry, taking his gloves off and untangling the gold necklace. "Anyone go in the attic?"
"Aw shit, no. Bet there's lots of good stuff up there," muttered the driving burglar as he moved his hand up to his balaclava.
The others murmured in agreement.
The burglar in the passenger seat rummaged through the compartment for more valuables. Charlie noticed the driver’s arm resting on the headrest, peeking under the tight glove was not his usual metal watch, but his dad's luxurious steel-gold Rolex watch, glinting under the streetlights. He felt a mixture of anger and humiliation— that was a family heirloom passed down from Charlie's grandfather, and would have been his. Now it's simply a prize, a trophy claimed and on the wrist of a man that had ruined his life. And yet it aroused him to no end. The way it glistened in contrast to the slightly hairy muscular forearm that was holding onto the headrest. Charlie imagined running his fingers along the length of that arm, feeling the strength beneath his touch, tracing every inch from his smooth, bare shoulder until he reached the Rolex. It was the symbol of his father’s legacy, but now, on this powerful stranger’s wrist.
The driver turned to look at the burglars in the back seat while grinning, only barely glancing at Charlie. Then he moved his arm onto the gear-stick and put it in fifth gear, speeding down a dual-carriageway. The burglars opened all of the windows to feel the breeze. "Whoooo!," yelled them together in joy as they went way past the speed limit. The burglar to the right of Charlie grabbed his shoulder hard to balance himself as he leaned out of the window. They closed the windows and laughed heartily and continued to chatter animatedly, recounting their exploits and laughing at their crimes.
“Remember last year when we robbed that guy in the petrol station, and left him with three bullets inside him?” one said, and after a second of silence, they erupted into laughter. Charlie sat silently, heart pounding as he took in their carefree attitude, feeling smaller and more trapped with every word they shared. So, Charlie could actually be killed tonight.
They shared stories of past crimes—times they'd lifted high-end electronics from luxury homes, or raided a downtown jewelry store late at night. The driver talked about how he and his own sister broke into a house to have sex. Two burglars reminisced about a close call with the law, resulting in an officer being beaten to death in an alleyway, sparking a round of manly laughter. These men had no remorse! In fact they were downright evil! And yet, that only caused Charlie to squirm in his seat as his erection pulsed.
One of the burglars suddenly turned to Charlie with a sly grin, arguably the first time he was acknowledged in the whole joyride. “You think we should make him our little mascot? Keep him around for good luck?”
“Yeah! He could be our mascot,” another chimed in, causing more laughter. Charlie’s cheeks burned with shame as he realized they were toying with him, turning his suffering into their amusement.
The driver took a sharp turn, and Charlie felt the car lurch. “You ain’t scared, are ya?” the driver taunted, glancing back at him with a smirk. The camaraderie between them felt suffocating, and Charlie could hardly breathe, trapped between fear and the weight of their taunts.
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride, yeah” the other burglar said, elbowing Charlie in the side.
Things started to quiet down, everybody in the car stopped talking and the music was low, now playing "When The Music Stops" by Eminem just above ear-level. In the stillness of the stolen car, a quiet tension hung in the air, punctuated only by the occasional hearty, low chuckles of the burglars. Each small laugh resonated like a distant thunderclap, reverberating off the walls of Charie's mind, amplifying his sense of entrapment. He could feel the vibrations of their laughter rippling through the fabric of the seats. The sound was rich and deep, a masculine camaraderie that made him acutely aware of their imposing presence. Each chuckle felt like a reminder of their confident dominance in the control they held over his life. As he sat pinned between the muscular figures, his thoughts spiraled. He couldn’t shake the conflicting emotions that stirred within him; part of him felt a deep sense of fear and helplessness, while another part—one he was beginning to loathe—thrilled at the power these men exuded.
After a good fifteen or so minutes, they finally pulled up to a field on the outskirts of town. It was half one in the morning. The air was thick with tension as the driver killed the engine. The driver took off the Rolex to admire his prize, then re-clasped it to his wrist with a shit-eating expression.
“It’s quite the piece, ain’t it?” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance as he looked at Charlie in the rear-view mirror. “Your dad really knew how to pick ‘em. This beauty? A real prize on my wrist.”
The burglar twisted his wrist, allowing the watch to catch the light, its elegance contrasting sharply with the rawness of his rough exterior. Charlie's eyes were drawn to every detail: the sleek, polished face reflecting the surroundings, the intricate gold and silver links of the band that seemed to shimmer with a life of their own.
“It’s worth more than you’d think,” the burglar continued, his tone condescending. “I could sell it and live like a king for a month. But I think I’ll keep it, you know? Just to remind me of how easy it was to take everything from you.”
It suddenly hit Charlie, the logo—a small, regal crown engraved on the underside of the clasp—felt almost ironic yet fitting; these men had certainly made themselves the rulers of Charlie’s world like some twisted coronation. The burglar really was a king.
The two burglars either side of Charlie chuckled in a quiet but manly fashion, one placing his hand on Charlie's leg. The burglars then all exchanged glances, and Charlie could see their excitement bubbling over.
“Alright, let’s go,” the one in the passenger seat said, and they wasted no time in pulling Charlie from the car.
He felt like a ragdoll in their hands, their powerful grips rendering him powerless. They dragged him to a small building on the edge of the field, while the driver walked around the back of the car to remove the licence plate, so the authorities would have a harder time locating the stolen vehicle. The burglar in the passenger seat then opened the car boot to retrieve all of Charlie's (former) belongings.
One burglar flicked on the light switch, which gave a dim, slightly orange glow to the surroundings. The interior of building was like a small warehouse/loft hybrid, already filled with various stolen goods—televisions, gaming consoles, and other valuables haphazardly piled up. It was a chaotic display of their past crimes, and Charlie couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by it all. There was also a couple of beds in the corner, one king-sized.
"Put him there," the driver burglar ordered.
Charlie was thrown onto the king-sized bed. Now what? All of a sudden, his trousers and underpants were yanked off. All of the burglars howled with laughter.
"I fucking knew you had a boner!" the burglar that carried him upstairs said.
He then unzipped his jeans. Was this actually happening?
It was. The burglar pulled them down to reveal a HUGE, semi-hard penis, then his top. All he left on was his balaclava, necklace, watch and gloves.
One burglar turned on a radio for background noise.
He strutted towards Charlie, his penis getting bigger from each sway. He stood right next to Charlie's face, his penis mere inches away.
"You gonna suck it then?" he asked Charlie with his muscular hands on his hips, his erect penis already dripping with delicious pre-cum.
The other three burglars laughed heartily.
Could Charlie actually do it? Fantasy and imagination was one thing, but this was happening for real!
He instinctively moved his head closer to the burglar's penis, and gulped.
"Well, here goes..." he thought. and licked the burglar's tip.
The burglar moved forward, his penis slowly moving into his mouth. He didn't know what he was doing, but his small erect penis told him otherwise.
The other burglars then stripped. They ALL had huge penises. The burglar with his dad's Rolex lifted Charlie's buttocks off the bed and placed his legs onto his muscular shoulders.
"You got the lube?" he asked.
One of the burglars passed it over and he rubbed it all over his penis. Then, without warning, he stuck it in his asshole.
Charlie, while still being throatfucked, had the urge to clamp his jaw. The burglar immediately pulled his penis out.
"No teeth, or you'll be losing them," he taunted.
Charlie meekly nodded, and looked at the burglar fucking him. He was glistening with sweat, his chain necklace swaying on his muscles as he pounded his asshole.
Aquamarine by Addison Rae played over the speakers, the burglar slowing his rhythm to the beat of the music as it echoed throughout the room.
The burglar then flipped him on his side and fucked him from behind. The cold metal from his dad's Rolex rested on his thigh. It gave Charlie goosebumps.
The other two burglars took it in turns to facefuck him, all while being fucked from behind.
"My turn," said the burglar that carried him around.
He effortlessly lifted him off the bed and placed Charlie's still tied-up arms around his neck for support, and stuck his penis into him while being carried.
Charlie was essentially being thrown up into the air, and impaling his ass onto the burglar's massive cock as he came down. The coolness of the burglar's own silver metal watch touched his thigh with every thrust. His small but fully erect penis grinded against the burglar's muscles, and his ballsack brushed against the burglar's pubic hair.
"I-.. oh, fffuck!" Charlie exclaimed.
All four burglars laughed, and Charlie was thrown back onto the bed.
The burglar wearing his dad's Rolex then gave him a handjob.
"Damn, I can barely hold this small dick," he said while grinning, pumping Charlie's cock with only two fingers-- that's all the burglar needed.
The stolen Rolex then briefly brushed against his ballsack,
Charlie, with the built up semen over the whole duration, ejaculated the most cum he had ever let out. The brief contact with the metal watch was what had did it for him.
He lay there, exhausted with a rainbow of conflicting emotions. He had been robbed, kidnapped, manhandled and fucked by men. His first sexual experience was with men. Bad men. Bad, hunky men... And he loved it. Before he could catch his breath, he was then lifted and carried into a small room, barely the size of his bathroom, and locked inside, still stark naked with his hands tied. As he was dropped, his body was able to have one last feeling of the burglar's penis brush against him.
Charlie heard the echoes of laughter from the burglars, gloating about the stolen goods they have. The sound of laughter and music played. Through the thin wall, he even heard his phone ringtone. He wondered if it was his parents trying to message him. Then he heard a chilling statement from one of the burglars.
"Take the sim card out, the kid ain't seeing his parents ever again."
It seemed like hours had gone by. Just as Charlie was falling asleep, the door opened and it was dawn outside. The burglars, now without their balaclavas, casually sat around a table with a bunch of Charlie's belongings. All were handsome, with rugged, square, chiseled jaws and buzz haircuts. The one wearing his dad's Rolex even looked like a young Dave Bautista. The burglar who opened the door had what seemed to be a diamond stud in his ear. He yanked Charlie out and sat him in between two burglars, his ass still pulsing and raw from the experience. There was a moment's silence, then the burglar with his dad's Rolex spoke.
"What’s it gonna be, kid?” he sneered, leaning in closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You gonna be our bitch?”
"Yeah, we go out and do the robbing and you stay locked in your little room, don't worry we'll put a sleeping bag and some food scraps in there for ya. Then when we come back we take you out for some fun," another said.
"When we're not fuckin' ya, you gotta earn your keep," The burglar wearing his dad's Rolex said. He turned his attention to the others, talking about Charlie.
"We’ll put him to work, keeping this place tidy while we enjoy ourselves," he continued. "We can take him out for more joyrides in his old car. Hell, he needs toning up, the weedy fuck. We'll get him working out."
The burglars chuckled, as the one to the right of Charlie raised his muscular, sleeveless arm over his shoulder. He glanced back at Charlie, with sheer intimidation in his eyes.
"And if he tries to resist? Well, I’ll be sure to remind him who’s in charge. A little roughhousing will do him good. Keeps him in line, makes sure he knows his place.”
"Or, you know, if you continue to piss us off," the burglar sitting next to him said, as lifted his vest to show a gun leaning against his muscular body.
Charlie felt his penis twitch again.
With nothing left, he gulped, and simply nodded.
All four burglars laughed.
"Welcome to the family, bitch" he said.
That following day, two of the burglars returned to Charlie's house to strip bare anything they might have missed, including the television, and many valuables in the attic. The burglars that remained in the building used him for sex again. During quiet hours lying in his tattered sleeping bag, he imagined what future escapades the burglars would get up to. A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind, each more exhilarating and terrifying than the last. He imagined them breaking into lavish homes, their bare arms flexing as they easily pried open safes. He pictured the adrenaline rush as they snatched expensive jewelry and cash, all while he watched, helpless yet enthralled by their audacity.
The idea of them getting involved in something darker crossed his mind. He pictured the back of the family car packed with body bags, the tension thick in the air as they navigated through dangerous neighborhoods, all the while boasting about their exploits. Or how about scenarios where things didn’t go as planned—a frantic escape from a botched robbery or a car chase from the police. He imagined the burglar wearing his prize, his dad's Rolex as he effortlessly maneuvered the car through the streets. Charlie couldn't even remember the last time he didn't have an erection.
As the weeks went on, the line between captor and hostage blurred. He would learn to embrace this bizarre chapter of his life. Perhaps being their 'bitch' wasn’t the worst fate. It seemed that the burglars were not at all interested in having sex with each other, instead focusing all of their sexual energy on Charlie. They fucked him in more places and different positions than he could count. One memorable encounter was driving him out to an empty parking lot, and each burglar took turns fucking and degrading him in the car that once belonged to his conservative family.
He secretly enjoyed it, but he was never given the opportunity to take control. He was always in the submissive role. The chaos and danger, he found a sense of identity—stripped of his past, yet woven into the fabric of their nightly exploits. His parents were gone, their absence carved into the very fabric of his reality. Instead, he found himself surrounded by the burglars, a new set of authority figures who had forcefully stepped into the roles of guardians and rulers in his life.
Charlie settled into his new role, trying to let go of his fear and accepting the unpredictable journey ahead.
