It's called "The Heist" and it's about...well...a heist. A bank heist to be exact.
And what happens when you have an attractive trio of a security guard and two managers at the mercy of a bank robber with quite the perverted streak?
One of my favorite stories ever that's what.
I unfortunately do not know the name of the author though, so if any of you can tell me than I am all ears and would gladly appreciate the info.
Now I could just post the story itself and that would be enough....however I commissioned RedBones once again!
And he went and drew three pictures for the story!
So read through the story and you'll come across some surprises!
Enjoy!
************************************************************8
The Heist!
Erik worked as a bank
security guard to help with his college
expenses. He attended
a rural college in a small Virginia town so
there was never much
concern about crime. Most of Erik's time
was
spent flirting with
the tellers and studying when the bank was closed
in the afternoon. In
the two years he'd worked there nothing
exciting had occurred
with the exception of an occasional irate
customer. The bank's
manager and assistant manager, Doug and
Jared,
were only a few years
out of college themselves. Erik had worked
with Jared for over a
year but Doug, the new manager, had just moved
to this branch about
two weeks prior.
Erik had college
classes with a couple of the weekend tellers so he
always looked forward
to the Saturday shift. The tellers were all
female so he was
working overtime flirting and kidding around between
customers. The women
loved flirting with him. He was lean and
lanky, six feet tall
and full of boy-next-door charm. Typically only
one manager was in
the bank on Saturdays. However, Doug was putting
in a lot of hours to
become more familiar with the customers and
staff. Doug and Jared
had both been able to stay in great shape
since school â€"
Doug and his wife worked out at the gym every
other
day and Jared was an
avid runner.
As was typical for a
Saturday, the morning had been quiet â€" very
few
customers. However,
business steadily picked up until a line of ten
customers had formed
at closing time. When Erik reached the lobby
doors to lock up,
three men slipped in just ahead of him. He greeted
them with a broad
smile and said "Just under the wire!" They
didn't
respond, heading to
the back of the customer line. Erik locked the
doors and turned back
to the teller line. He would remain there to
unlock the door as
customers finished their transactions.
Suddenly the three
men that had just entered the bank pulled shotguns
out of their coats
and yelled, "This is a hold up! Everybody get
down on the ground
and you won't get hurt!" Erik's heart
leapt to
his throat. He always
wondered how he would handle a hold up and now
that it was happening
he felt very unsure of the best course of
action. However,
since there were three of them, he decided to
cooperate and try as
best he could to protect the customers and
staff. He started to
get down on the ground with the rest of the
customers and
employees.
"What the fuck
do you think you're doin'?" the first
robber yelled,
directly a
frightening amount of rage in Erik's direction. At
this
point Erik was on his
knees and he stopped dead, not sure whether he
should respond.
"Stay on your knees and get your hands on your
head." As the
rest of the people in the branch continued to lay
face
down on the ground,
Erik did as he was told, freezing there on his
knees and putting his
hands on his head. The first robber
continued "If
anybody tries anything funny, we're going to
make sure
this cop here has a
real bad day. Got it?!" Erik felt his mouth
beginning to go dry.
The second robber
walked over to Erik and removed his gun from his
belt. He then shoved
him down on the ground, reiterating the first
robber's threat
"You're gonna' remember this day for
the rest of your
life, cop. That can
either be sixty years or a few more minutes.
Your call."
The third robber
proceeded to the teller window and started
collecting cash from
the first teller. She quickly gave him what
cash she had in her
teller drawer and calmly slipped him the die-
pack â€" a wrapped
stack of twenty dollar bills that was set to
burst
red die all over the
stolen money once it was removed from the bank.
The robber
effortlessly identified the stack of twenties as a die-
pack and yelled to
the first robber "Looks like we got ourselves
some
troublemakers
here." He waved the die pack in the air a couple
times
and tossed it across
the lobby to the first robber.
"People, let's
make no mistake. We're a lot smarter than
you think
we are. Just in case
any of you are thinking about tripping an
alarm, we're gonna'
make an example of the cop, here. If you
don't
want the same thing
to happen to you, keep quiet and don't try
anything
heroic."
Erik's heart stopped.
He began frantically thinking of all the
unimaginable fates
that he might be facing." He glanced over at
the
manager's area where
Doug and Jared watched helplessly, laying
beside
their desks.
"Okay cop, stand
up."
Erik felt his body
going numb as he climbed back to a standing
position by the front
double glass doors of the lobby.
"So it looks
like one of the tellers tried to outwit us and
I'm
gonna' have to make
an example of you. But I'm gonna'
give you a
choice. You can
either take a bullet between the eyes…or you can
start getting
undressed."
Erik stammered,
"Get undressed? Like… whadaya mean? How
undressed?"
The first robber
stared at him for a moment then glanced around the
bank. The hostages'
attention had now refocused on Erik.
"Let's
just play it by ear.
Now get that shirt off or you're gonna'
die
right now."
Erik took his hands
off the top of his head and began unbuttoning his
black uniform shirt.
His mind was racing. He didn't want to
take
his clothes off in
front of his co-workers and all of these
customers, but he had
no choice. He hoped that if he took long
enough the robbery
would be over before things got too embarrassing.
He pulled his
shirttail out of his pants and slowly let the shirt
fall from his
shoulders.
The second robber had
moved on to the second teller. Without looking
up he yelled,
"This is taking too fucking long, folks! I think
that
cops gonna have to
get a little more comfortable over there!"
The first robber
grinned menacingly and yelled over to Erik, "You
heard the man. I'll
take that shirt." Erik tossed his black
uniform
shirt to the robber.
"Keep taking off your clothes â€" nobody
told you
to stop!"
Erik took a deep
breath and pulled his undershirt off over his head.
The robbery wasn't
moving fast enough â€" at this rate he might
lose
his pants, too. He
tossed the undershirt across the room and
swallowed hard,
hoping that attention would move to some activity
other than him. The
first robber scooped up Erik's undershirt
off
the floor and pointed
his shotgun down at Erik's shoes.
"What size
shoe you wear?"
Erik searched his
memory for a second â€" how could a piece of
information this
basic be so difficult for him to remember? "Um,
ten…
ten and a half."
"You don't
fucking know your shoe size? I'm a ten, son.
Toss `em
over here and I'll
tell you what your fucking shoe size is."
"Both of them or
just one?"
"Might as well
be both â€" the way things are going here it
looks like
I'm gonna' end up
with a lot more than your shoes!" The
three
robbers laughed and
glanced over at Erik as he fumbled on one leg
trying to untie his
left shoe. He began to hop around and fell into
the wall behind him.
Regaining his balance, he stopped trying to
untie the knot in his
shoelace and just pulled it off, throwing it
towards the robber.
As he pulled the second shoe off, he realized
that ever eye in the
room was fixed on him. Even the hostages on the
ground had moved
their heads in his direction so they could watch
this humiliating
event unfold. As he tossed the second shoe to the
robber, he stood back
up rubbing his hands up and down his thigh.
His mouth was dry but
he tried to swallow and then mustered the
courage to speak,
"Okay, look, we're cooperating. I'm
not going to
cause you any
problems so just get your business finished up and get
on out of here."
"What's the
problem? Don't wanna' lose your pants?
Well guess what,
motherfucker, you
just lost `em. I sure hope for your sake
you're
wearing
underwear!"
As uncomfortable as
Erik was at the prospect of taking off his pants,
the comment about
underwear convinced him they weren't going to
make
him take off
everything. He relaxed a little and started to unbuckle
his belt. He left the
belt on the pants and began unbuttoning and
unzipping his fly.
Once again he glanced up and realized that not
only had all eyes
turned to watch him take off his pants, now the
robbery seemed to
have ground to a halt. All three robbers were
paused with their
eyes glued to the events unfolding before them.
The thought that he
had become the main attraction gave Erik a very
uncomfortable
feeling. He stood straight up with his thumbs fumbling
under the waist of
his pants. After a moment or two of Erik's
stalling, the first
robber cocked his eyebrow and moved his shotgun
back up to Erik's
line of sight. Erik dropped his eyes to the
floor
and let go of the
waistband of his pants. The weight of the belt
caused them to drop
straight to the floor. Instead of bending down
to pull them off, he
just used one foot to stand on them as the other
foot lifted out of
them. Then he reversed his footing to remove the
other foot leaving
his pants in a tangled mess on the floor.
His head was racing
and he was beginning to feel faint. He'd
worked
with these people for
two years and he knew most of the customers by
name, and now here he
was standing in front of them in nothing but
his black socks,
white jockey shorts, watch and a gold necklace.
"Kick those
pants over here and get your hands on your head."
Erik
silently complied.
While all of the
hostages continued to leer at him, the robbers
returned to robbing
the bank. Several minutes passed but it seemed
like hours to Erik,
trying to imagine how ridiculous he looked in
nothing but underwear
and black socks. At least the attention had
moved back to the
robbery and he wasn't going to have to take
anything else off.
The first robber was now watching the teller line
with Erik's clothes
in a pile at his feet. With his back still
turned towards Erik,
the first robber glanced over towards the
managers' area where
Doug and Jared tried their best to be
invisible. "One
of you two over there on the floor is going to
help
me open the main
vault. And here's how we're gonna'
determine which
one it's gonna'
be."
Doug and Jared stared
at the first bank robber, awaiting his next
sentence with dread.
"We got a cop
over here that's just about nekkid. And one of
you's
gonna' help me open
the vault. The other one's gonna' be
lookin' a
lot more like our cop
buddy in a few minutes." At this point,
the
robber turned back to
Erik and let out a howl of laughter. "Nice
socks, son! Here's
your part of the contest. Take off those
goddamned socks and
â€" you wearin' a watch? â€" you can keep
your
underwear on but
everything else comes off." Erik dutifully
complied, removing
his socks first and throwing them over to the bank
robber. Next he took
off his gold necklace, a gift from his ex-
girlfriend, and his
watch, throwing them across the room as well. He
wasn't enjoying this
predicament but at least it was pretty clear
that at this point he
was going to get to keep his white jockey
shorts, the only
thing he still had on.
The robber turned
back to Doug and Jared on the floor across the
bank. Both of them
were so panicked that they were hardly
breathing. "So,
which one of you is gonna' help me open the
vault
and which one of you
wants to start getting undressed?"
Doug looked at Jared
and whispered in a defeated tone, "It's
your
call Jared."
Jared quickly stood up, saying "I'll help
you with the
vault." Doug
just stared forward, dreading what he was soon
going to
be forced to do.
The robber shouted
back to Jared, "Stay where you are! This is a
contest!" Jared
froze. "It looks like both of you
wanna' keep your
clothes on so this is
what we're gonna' do. You see that
nearly
nekkid cop over
there?" Erik's heart began to race, he
didn't like
where this was
headed. "The goal of our little contest here is
to
get him buck nekkid
so the first one of you to hand me his underwear
gets to help me open
the vault. The other one gets to join our cop
au natural."
Doug and Jared
remained frozen, not sure what to do next. Erik stood
with his hands on his
head. His expression was that of sheer
terror. Neither Doug
nor Jared wanted to humiliate Erik by stripping
him naked in front of
all of these people but then again, neither one
of them wanted to end
up in the same condition either. All eyes in
the bank were locked
on Doug and Jared. The third robber broke the
silence, "What
the fuck are you two waiting for, a fucking
invitation?" At
that, all reason disappeared and Doug shot up
from
the floor and began
running towards Erik. Jared realized that he was
going to have to
fight to avoid total public humiliation so he jumped
over Doug's desk and
grabbed him from behind, swinging him to the
ground. Doug was back
up lunging for Erik. Erik stood frozen as the
two managers lumbered
towards him. Instinctively he grabbed both
sides of the waist of
his jockey shorts and backed up against the
wall of the bank.
Jared reached him first grabbing the right leg of
his underwear and
pulling down. Erik countered by pulling up on the
waistband. Doug
reached him a second later and began prying
Erik's
hand loose from the
waistband of his rapidly stretching underwear.
"Get the fuck
away from me! Come on you guys! Please don't
do
this!!!" Erik
screamed. The bank robbers started laughing as
Doug
and Jared began
pushing each other all the while pulling down on
Erik's jockeys. Doug
pried Erik's left hand away from his
waistband
and yanked the left
side of his shorts down past his knee. Erik
moved his right hand
over his crotch in a vain attempt to cover his
dick. Both managers
pulled down the legs of his underwear as his
thick, black pubic
hair came clearly into view on both sides of his
fist. Erik became
aware of the air-conditioned cold on his bare
butt, fighting
against the inevitability that in a few short moments
he would be stripped
completely naked. Jared struggled with
Erik's
right hand as the
elastic band of his underwear began to rip.
Suddenly in one
frantic rip, Jared pulled Erik's torn underwear
off
his naked body,
leaving him standing pressed against the glass wall
of the bank wearing
nothing but a stretched elastic waistband, held
up by his cock.
Suddenly he realized that he was now completely
naked and all eyes in
the bank were glued to his crotch. He quickly
dropped his hands to
cover himself.
Jared ran back across
the lobby to the first bank robber with the
tattered remains of
Erik's underwear. Doug stood next to Erik,
shell
shocked, realizing
that he was about to be subjected to a forced
striptease in front
of seven coworkers and ten customers - eight of
whom were women.
The first bank robber
took the underwear out of Jared's hand and
raised his shotgun in
Doug's direction. "Looks like
we're gonna' be
seeing a lot more of
you in the next few minutes, huh? So don't
just
stand there, start
stripping and don't stop `til you got
nothing else
to take off.
GO!"
Doug, startled by the
force of the robber's voice, slowly reached
up
and loosened his tie.
"This can't be happening," he
thought to
himself. Then
suddenly the robber told him to stop.
"Wait a minute,
we're supposed to have a naked cop over there
but it
looks to me like he's
still got part of his underwear on. Take
that
elastic off him and
bring it over here." Doug thankfully stopped
taking off his tie
and pulled the elastic off Erik's waist. As
he
walked it over to the
bank robber, the robber looked back at Erik and
calmly said "Who
told you to take your hands off the top of your
head?"
Erik became
light-headed. Slowly he took his hands off his dick and
placed them on top of
his head. Only minutes ago he'd been fully
dressed in his black
security guard uniform. Now his six-foot frame
was completely
exposed. His huge pecs had just a little hair on
them. His cock wasn't
overly thick but it hung about 4 inches
below
his bushy black hair.
His legs were considerably hairier than his
chest. With every eye
on him, he stood there buck naked with no
means of hiding or
covering himself up. What's worse, he
suddenly
realized that he was
standing in front of a plate glass window facing
a busy street. The
second robber realized that at the same time and
told Erik to lower
the blinds behind him. As much fun as it was to
humiliate this buff
security guard, he didn't want to draw
attention
to the bank in the
middle of a holdup. Erik turned his back to the
lobby full of eager
eyes and began to lower the blinds. His butt was
lightly covered in
black fur, just like his legs. His tan stopped
abruptly above his
butt and started again just as abruptly below his
crotch. Where he
wasn't tanned his skin was pale. It was
obviously
a rare occasion to
see Erik this naked.
After handing the
elastic band to the robber, Doug stood still,
hoping the robbers
would get back to robbing the vault and leave him
alone. No such luck.
The first robber raised
his shotgun to Doug and calmly said
"Jewelry
first, then shoes and
socks, and you can take it from there."
"We're wasting
time here," chimed in the second robber,
"Let's see
how fast you can go
from casual wear to wearing nothing but a
smile." The
second robber raised his shotgun to Doug and began
to
step forward.
"You have fifteen seconds."
Doug was looking down
the barrels of two shotguns. He had no
choice. Working
frantically, he pulled off his watch and wedding
ring dropping them to
the ground while kicking off his wingtips. He
yanked off his socks
letting them fly across the room. "Seven
seconds!" the
first robber sneered. Doug pulled his tie off over
his
head, unbuttoned two
of the top buttons of his shirt and yanked both
his dress shirt and
undershirt off over his head in one swift
movement flinging
them across the room hitting one of the customers
in the face. She
quickly pulled the shirt and undershirt away from
her face and
continued staring at Doug's frantic movements. He
pulled open his belt
and tore open the fly on his dress slacks,
yanking them to the
ground along with his blue silk boxers. He
frantically sat down
on the cold tile floor and rolled onto his back
pulling the pants and
boxers away from his legs, in the process
giving everyone a
close-up view of his spread butt cheeks and anus.
Once the pants and
boxers were off he hurled them across the lobby
towards his desk. He
was now as naked as Erik, and abruptly shocked
to be in this
situation. At that point he sat up with his legs tight
together trying to
hide himself. The first bank robber glanced
up "Just under
the wire." Then to Erik, "Come over here
and show him
how a good nekkid
bank manager's supposed to behave during a
robbery."
Erik looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're
standing there with your dick blowin' in
the breeze
and your hands on top
of your head. Misery loves company, don't
it?
Convince your buddy
here to stand up proud like you and put his
fuckin' hands on his
head. He's buck nekkid so he's got
nothing to
hide."
Keeping his hands on
his head, Erik walked over to Doug and put one
hand under each
armpit, lifting him off the ground. Then, with some
force, Erik pulled
Doug's hands away from his crotch and put them
on
top of his head.
Everyone was momentarily stunned. Doug stood over
six feet and had
wispy blond hair. His chest was chiseled and
covered with a thick
coat of blond hair leading down his washboard
stomach to a huge
bush of dark blond pubic hair. His cock, no longer
hidden by his hands,
swung back and forth. It was thick and long
â€"
Jared guessed it was
about ten inches. Despite the fact that he had
nothing to be ashamed
of, Doug was weaving from the humiliation.
Neither he nor Erik
had ever been naked in public before and standing
here like this in
front of all these fully clothed people was too
much for them to
bear.
The first robber
grabbed Jared's arm and started leading him to
the
vault. "Cuff
`em," he barked at the other two robbers.
The second
robber pulled two
sets of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and told
Erik and Doug to jump
up on the tellers' counter. Keeping their
hands on their heads,
they walked over to the teller windows, climbed
up on the counter,
and struggled with bare feet to balance on the
narrow shelf in front
of the protective glass of the teller stations,
their naked backs
pressed firmly against the glass. The robbers then
herded the hostages
into the teller stations behind the protective
glass. The second
robber hopped up on the teller counter with the
two naked men and
ordered them to stand as close to each other as
they could while
turning them to face the glass. Doing so forced
Erik and Doug to face
all of the hostages huddling in the confined
space in front of
them. The robber then poured silicone lubricant at
waist level on the
glass in front of them and on Erik's left side
and
left leg where it
came into solid contact with Doug's right side
and
right leg. He then
handcuffed their wrists over a pipe at the
ceiling. They were
both forced to lean against the glass to keep
their balance on the
narrow shelf, rubbing up against each other. As
they jerked back and
forth against the glass trying to keep their
balance, their dicks
rubbed against the silicone lube and their naked
bodies rubbed against
each other. As diligently as they tried not to
move, they had to
keep shifting back and forth, rubbing against each
other and rubbing
their dicks against the silicone on the glass. It
didn't take long for
both of them to realize they were beginning
to
get hard.
Inside the teller's
area, the hostages were mesmerized. Here
before
them were two
extremely attractive men, both of them handcuffed with
the hands above their
heads balancing on their bare feet, both of
them stripped
completely naked against their will, forced to rub
against each other
and grind their dicks against the thick glass of
the teller window. It
was impossible to avoid noticing that now both
of their dicks were
inching up the glass in jerking movements,
swelling in length
and girth. For the most part, they avoided eye
contact with the
hostages, choosing to stare at each other for
support. "Oh my
god, I can't believe this is happening.
Holy shit!"
Erik said watching
beads of sweat form on Doug's forehead.
"I can't help
it, I'm getting hard as a rock," Doug
replied in a
whisper, trying to
hide his face from the hostages so they
wouldn't
be able to make out
what he was saying.
"I can't stop
it." Eric said no longer trying to mask the
panic in
his voice. "I
can't stand still. Try leaning against me for
balance." Doug
leaned his weight into Erik's left side.
Unfortunately, it
only hastened their impending erections.
Meanwhile, in the
vault Jared had unlocked the main vault door. Now
he was alone in the
vault with the first robber, opening the master
vault.
"I suppose
you're pretty pleased not to have had to get
nekkid with
your cop buddy,
huh?" the robber asked, his tone oddly friendly.
"Yeah, I'm
pretty shy," Jared replied, trying to sound
calm. I don't
think I could have
handled it. I've never been naked in public
before."
"Never? You've
never been to a nude beach or gone streaking
or
nothing like
that?"
"No. And I don't
want to start," he said as the master
vault door
swung open.
"The robber
handed him a bag. "Put the cash in here. Oh
yeah, and
when you're done
putting the cash in there, toss your clothes in
there, too. Looks
like I'm gonna' have to introduce you to a
little
public nudity."
Jared froze.
"But you said if I got Erik's underwear…"
"Yeah, if you
got me the cop's underwear, I wouldn't make
you strip.
However, you didn't
bring me ALL of the cop's underwear, did
you?
Seems to me that your
buddy out there brought me just as much
material as you did
and it doesn't seem fair that he's out
there
naked as a jaybird
while you get off scot-free.
"But…"
"Hey, shut the
fuck up and face the fact that the next time you
walk
out of this vault,
you and your naked buddies out there are going to
have more in common
than your place of employment. Now start
emptying the cash in
the fucking bag. You got some stripping to
do."
Jared began to shake
visibly. The robber just laughed
quietly. "Don't
be so nervous. Once you walk out of this
vault
stark naked, you'll
never be shy about it again."
Jared continued
piling cash into the bag. His voice was on the verge
of tears, "But I
don't want to be naked here. I…I work
with these
people. What if…you
know, what if I get hard?"
The robber put a hand
on Jared's shoulder like a comforting big
brother. His friendly
tone returned, "Don't worry about
getting
hard."
"Re-really?"
Jared's masculine voice had reduced to a
whisper. "You
don't think I'll get
hard in front of everybody?"
The robber rubbed
Jared's shoulder and breathed deep, exhaled and
calmly whispered,
"Oh no, I guarantee you're gonna' get
hard in front
of everybody â€"
I just don't think you should worry about it.
Cumming
in front of everybody
is going to be much more embarrassing than just
getting hard."
Jared stopped moving,
staring forward in disbelief. "Please
don't
make me do this.
Please, I'll do anything just please let me
keep my
clothes on."
"Keep moving. We
gotta' get this bag full and you gotta'
catch up
with those friends of
your out there." Jared choked back tears,
trying not to let his
mounting terror show.
In the lobby, Doug
and Erik were now sporting full-blown hard-ons,
still grinding
themselves against the glass teller wall. Doug was
still trying to hide
his face from the hostages. "I'm never
going to
be able to face these
people again. Are you hard, too?"
"I'm hard as a
rock. I wonder if we can turn around and face
the
other
direction."
"I don't have a
lot of give on the handcuffs but I'm
willing to
try." Slowly,
methodically, they began to turn away from the
glass.
The only way they
could maneuver the turn was by turning towards each
other. Erik moved his
left foot off the counter and Doug moved his
right foot, both of
them dangling one leg free four feet off the
floor. As they turned
to face each other, their chests, cocks, and
the front of their
legs began rubbing together, spreading the
silicone lube all
over each other. Doug thought he was going to cum
and tried to back
away from Erik. "This isn't working,"
he said and
slowly admitted
defeat by turning back to face the glass, the
hostages and his
captors. After another minute of trying without
success, Erik, too,
turned back around to the glass to continue
grinding his
ever-expanding crotch into the lubricated glass wall.
In the vault, Jared
took the last pack of twenties out of the master
vault and placed it
in the bag. "Please don't make me do
this…" he
whispered.
The robber's tone was
still unnervingly warm. "Son, stand
up."
Jared complied.
"Now turn around and face me." Again, Jared
complied. "I
know you don't want to do this. I know you
don't want
to strip naked in
front of your friends." Jared's head
dropped and a
tear streamed down
his face. "But the truth is, you're a
hostage in
a bank robbery, I'm
holding a shotgun that could take your head
off,
and I gave you an
order to strip down to your skin. Now you can
either get carried
out of here in a body bag or you can walk out of
here barefoot, bare-assed
and naked to the world. These are the
cards you've been
dealt so I would strongly advise you start with
your shirt and keep
taking stuff off until there's nothing left.
Come on now, let's
get it over with."
Jared wiped a tear
off his cheek and took off his tie. "Good
start.
Now put that in the
bag on top of the cash."
"Yes sir."
"Now the
shirt…" Jared unbuttoned his light blue Oxford
shirt and
rolled it up, putting
it on top of his tie in the bag. "Good
son,
you're doing fine.
Keep going." Jared pulled his t-shirt
off over
his head and looked
pleadingly at the robber, to no avail.
"You're
halfway there. Keep
going." Jared leaned against the wall and
took
off his shoes and
socks, then loosened his belt, unbuttoned and
unzipped his dress
slacks and pushed them down over his muscular
legs. "You're
doin' fine. Just one more little piece of
material."
Jared was no longer
trying to hide his fear. He wiped more tears off
his cheek and
appealed one last time.
"Please mister,
you've got your money and I tried to get you
all of
Erik's underwear
â€" I swear - but they ripped. Please, let
this be
enough and I'll do
anything."
The robber calmly
grabbed a knife out of his pocket, reached over and
cut both sides of
Jared's boxer briefs. They fell to the floor.
Jared stared down at
them in disbelief. "Now, pick up your
underpants and put
them in the bag with the rest of your clothes.
Also, take off your
watch and your rings. If we're gonna'
parade you
around naked for the
first time, we better do it right." Jared
complied and stood
before the robber, cold and utterly naked, numb
from the fact that he
was about to be forced to walk into a room full
of fully clothed
people. "Okay son, turn around so I can see all
of
you." Jared was
mortified. He turned and let the robber see all
sides of him.
"You got a nice ass. Okay, now pick up the bag
and
walk out of the vault
in front of me. And hold the bag behind you so
everybody gets a good
full monty view."
Jared picked up the
bag of cash and held it behind his back. He took
a deep breath,
balancing himself against the vault wall for a moment
until he was sure he
wasn't going to pass out, and slowly started
to
walk towards the
vault entrance.
The robber suddenly
grabbed his arm and turned him around. "Hold
up
there. I'm having
second thoughts. You can't go out there
like
this." Jared's
heart leapt. He had thought he was making
headway
with this guy and now
it looked like he wasn't going to have to
walk
out into the lobby
nude after all.
"You mean I can
have my clothes back?"
"No, I mean you
aren't hard yet." The robber grabbed
Jared's cock
and began massaging
it. In about fifteen second, Jared was rock
hard. "Okay son,
turn around and march out into that lobby, walk
directly over to the
teller window and you be proud of that hard-on
of yours."
Jared was weaving,
nearly passing out from anxiety. He turned to
face the lobby and
started his march. When he turned to corner from
the vault to the
teller window, he stopped cold. In the vault he was
unaware that Erik and
Doug had been subjected to such amazing
humiliation. He
backed up several steps towards the robber.
"No,
no, pleeease don't do
that to me. Pleease!!!"
The robber's
comforting demeanor melted away. "Shut up you
stupid
little fuck. When we
finish with you you're going to WISH
we'd hog-
tied you like those
two."
By this time, all
heads in the bank had turned towards Jared, the
newest naked victim.
The robber spun him around and wrapped his arm
around Jared's neck.
"If you don't want this asshole to
end up with
a hole in his head,
you'll stay where you are and not call the
cops
for the next
hour." Then he called to the other two robbers,
"Lock
the teller area so
nobody can get out. You folks can stay there
until Monday morning
and enjoy the strip show if you like. Or if you
want you can call for
help on one of the teller phones â€" but not
for
an hour after we
leave. Either way boys," he said, directing his
comments to Erik and
Doug, "When help arrives, you're
gonna' be buck
nekkid and hard as a
rock. That should look good on the security
cameras."
As the other two
robbers emerged from the teller's area, locking
the
door behind them, one
of the two called over to the robber holding
Jared. "These two
ain't cum yet."
"You gotta' be
shitting me," Jared's captor called
back. Then to
Jared: "Looks
like I got a job for you before we leave."
The robber shoved
Jared, erection bobbing wildly, towards the teller
window. "You're
gonna' make them cum in the next 30
seconds or
you're not going to
live to see Sunday."
The robber held his
shotgun up to Jared's head.
"How…How
should I…"
"I'd say since
your life depends on it, you better learn to
give a
good blow job pretty
fuckin' fast." Jared stared in
disbelief.
"You're wasting time."
Jared ran over to the
manager's area and grabbed a desk chair.
Stark
naked and his
erection bouncing against his stomach, he carried the
chair over to where
Erik and Doug were bound. Jared hopped up on the
chair, looking past
Erik and Doug into the eyes of the other
hostages, their
stares moving from his face and his swollen dick. He
spun Doug around and
froze, staring at his huge erection, easily
thirteen inches
erect. Doug whispered down to him, "Go ahead,
Jared. We don't have
much of a choice here."
With that, he took as
much of Doug's dick into his mouth as he
could. He'd never
done anything like this before, and now here
he
was doing it to his
boss, both of them completely naked, as was the
bank security guard
beside them, five feet away from ten mesmerized,
fully clothed
customers. It took no time for Doug to cum all over
Jared's face. Without
missing a beat, Jared reached over to
Erik,
spinning him around
and swallowing him all the way to the base of his
cock, gagging but
quickly recovering. Erik began moaning, clenching
his hairy ass against
the glass partition behind him. In about a
minute he came deep
in Jared's mouth. Jared didn't even know
it had
happened until Erik
yelled down to him, "Stop! I came already!
You
can stop!"
The robber that had
talked Jared into taking off his clothes barked
from behind him,
"Okay, now it's your turn. Let these nice
people
see you cum."
Jared hesitated, not knowing what to do.
"What are
you waiting for? Put
on a show! They know you can suck and they
know you can swallow.
Show `em you can cum, too. Start
jackin'.
NOW!!"
Jared reluctantly
turned to face the glass partition, his coworkers
and customers, and
began to jerk off frantically, fighting to
maintain his balance
on the desk chair. Doug and Erik stared down on
him, their erections
beginning to recede. Jared began to moan and
stood up on his
tiptoes, then arched his back, grabbing Doug's
thigh
for support, shooting
all over Doug and Erik's legs, cocks, and
chests.
With that, the
robbers walked over to Doug and Erik, turned them back
around to face the
hostages. Once again they were helplessly pressed
up against the
heavily lubed glass, but now they were covered in cum
â€"
mostly Jared's.
The robbers tossed
the desk chair across the lobby, rifled through
Erik's discarded
pants, found the key to the front door and
started
to head out. At the
last minute, the robber that had forced Jared to
strip walked over,
grabbed him by the neck and started marching him
out into the bright
Saturday sunshine. Once Jared realized he was
about to be thrown
outside without a stitch of clothes on, he began
to panic, yelling
"NO!! NOOOOO!!!!" The robber disregarded
his
pleas and shoved him
out the front door towards the getaway car.
Jared fought as best
he could but there wasn't much he could do
to
fight off the three
robbers. Fighting naked left him at an extreme
disadvantage. They
threw him in the back seat of the car and peeled
away from the bank.
As they drove off,
the first robber turned to Jared cowering in the
backseat, hands over
his crotch. "Don't worry buddy, I
promised you
a good first
encounter with public nudity and that's what I'm
gonna'
deliver." The
robber in the backseat slapped handcuffs on his
ankles
and cuffed his arms
behind his back. A half-hour later, 30 miles out
of town and in broad
daylight, they threw him out of the car, unhurt,
on the shoulder of
Interstate 64. Jared had no choice but to try to
flag down help, buck
naked and with his hands cuffed behind his back.
