Toby gets in trouble

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and all potential resemblances to real people and events is purely coincidental. This story and the characters in it are owned by me and can not be reposted or re-used without my consent under copyright law. All characters in this story are over 18 years old.

Note: this is a mlm story involving coercion and forced sexual acts, it this is not your thing I suggest finding something else.

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Shit, shit, shit, Toby thought as the home alarm started blaring. Quickly he grabbed his bag and hurried towards the kitchen, stuffing every piece of electronics and other valuables in his bag as he went. In the kitchen he emptied the silver drawer into his bag before hurrying upstairs towards the bedrooms. Toby tried a few doors before, bingo, the master bedroom. As Toby searched for a jewelry box, he heard the faint sound of sirens.

"Come on, where is it?" He whispered to himself, rummaging through every drawer he could find.

Finally, he located the jewelry box in a drawer in the ensuite bathroom. Toby stuffed the box into his bag as he ran downstairs towards the back of the house. The sirens were closer now, too close to comfort, as he jumped out the window he had snuck through earlier, landing hard in the flowerbed under the window.

As Toby ran across the small yard of the house, he heard the police cars pull into the driveway, screeching to a halt behind him. Sprinting towards the fence, Toby threw his bag over first, and then proceeded to make his way over after it. Just as he hauled his body over the fence a flashlight fell on him.

"Over there, quick!" A cop yelled as Toby dropped down on the other side of the fence. Toby grabbed his bag and sprinted through the alley, the cops hot on his step. Toby ran as fast as his body could carry him, dodging every obstacle in his way with grace, still he could hear the cops gaining on him. Toby ducked into an alley hoping to escape his pursuers, but as he stood face to face with a blind alley, he quickly realized his mistake. The alley was nothing more than a few square feet filled with trash cans, ending in a brick wall too high for even him to climb.

Toby's only chance was the fire escape running up the apartment building to his right, maybe he could jimmy a window and hide inside until the cops had passed. It took a few tries to reach the ladder to the fire escape, but once he had a hold of the lowest bar, he hauled his body up the steps with ease, his low bodyweight coming in handy in moments like this.

Toby reached for the first window he encountered, expecting it to be locked, but as he went to open it, he saw that it was unlocked. Toby knew that an open window always comes with a bigger risk of the residents being home, but he didn't have time to try another window. He threw the bag in first, before lowering his body inside, closing the window quickly after him and pulling the curtains closed.

The room was dark, so Toby couldn't see exactly what kind of window he had snuck through, but as his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, he could make out a bed on the opposite side of the room. Guess I'm in a bedroom, Toby thought as he let his eyes wander the room. It was a small room, decorated with just a bed, dresser and a small desk, some art on the walls and a soft Persian rug. The bed was made up despite it being late at night, this, combined with the fact that it was completely quiet in the apartment, made Toby assume no one was home.

Toby could still see the light from the cops' flashlights flickering through the curtains and he could hear them talking outside the window, searching for him among the trash cans. Better stay here a while, Toby thought as he picked up his bag. Wandering over to the bed, he dumped the contents of the bag on it, studying the goods he had taken. The house alarm had been unexpected, so Toby hadn't had the time to be picky about what to take. Still, there was some good stuff here, a tablet he had made sure to turn off before he grabbed it, a decent amount of silver, a few more pieces of tech, and best of all, the jewelry box. Toby knew the couple who lived in the house were an older middle-class couple, those ladies always had the best jewelry and the worst security he thought as he set the box aside for now.

There were also some items of lesser value, a watch that turned out to be broken, some porcelain knickknacks, and a remote he had thought was one of those fancy smart-remotes that he now saw was just a random tv remote. Imagine coming home to someone having burglarized your home, just to discover they stole your tv remote, Toby thought, making himself chuckle.

Standing there, studying his haul, Toby's blood suddenly went cold as he heard the click of a light switch, the room suddenly flooded in light. Toby spun around, suddenly face to face with a man he had never seen before, standing in the bedroom doorway. For a movement none of them made a move. Toby assessed the stranger in front of him, unsure if he could win the fight he was sure would ensure. Toby might have the youthful arrogance associated with his twenty years of age, but even he came to realize this was not a fight he would win. The man was older than him, around thirty-five or forty, Toby guessed, and at least a head taller than his own 5 11" frame, he also looked fit for his age.

Toby could still hear the cops outside, the stranger's eyes following the sound towards the window before moving to the goods on the bed, back to Toby and back to the window again before finally settling on Toby, realization dawning on his face.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The stranger asked, his voice deep and low, as he closed the bedroom door behind him, turning the key and putting it on his desk beside him.

Toby swallowed hard, weighing his options. On the one hand he could jump back out the window, but then the cops would get him and considering the amount of houses he had broken into lately he was sure to go to jail. On the other hand, he could stay here with the strange man who had just locked him in and find out what he wanted for not ratting him out to the cops outside.

"I'm willing to bet the better part of my paycheck that you're the one those cops are looking for outside." The man said as he sauntered towards the window, lifting the curtains to peek outside. "What did you do?" He added with a laugh, walking over to look at the goods on the bed.

"Oh, I see, you're a little burglar, aren't you?"

Toby didn't reply, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him. The stranger had a light tan, dark, short hair, and beard, giving him a slight Italian looking appearance. He was wearing dark navy slacks and a pinstripe shirt, arms rolled up at the elbows. Office attire, Toby thought to himself instinctively, maybe he could take him after all. Office work is still work and Toby was in the shape of his life from his recent, ehm, hobby.

Toby's eyes flicked to the key on the desk as the stranger picked up a ceramic cat Toby had grabbed by accident when looting the house.

"What even is this?" The stranger laughed casually, turning the ceramic cat in his big hands.

Seeing the stranger preoccupied with the cat, Toby made a dash for the key on the desk, but before he could grab it, the stranger grabbed him, forcing him back.

"Oh no you don't" The stranger said in Toby's ear as he forced Toby's hands behind his back, holding them in place.

Toby tried to tear himself free of the strangers grasp, but he couldn't budge the strong grip. Maybe this office worker wasn't so still after all.

"Careful, you don't want the cops to hear, do you?" The stranger threatened.

"Let me go you psycho!" Toby growled, still fighting the strong grip.

"Or what?" the stranger replied, laughing. "You'll call the cops?" He said mockingly.

Realizing this was no scenario he could fight himself out of, Toby stopped struggling.

"What do you want?" He asked the stranger. "I don't have any money, but you can have whatever from my stash, there's some good stuff in there" Toby offered, slightly panicked now. What had he gotten himself into?

"Like that ridiculous cat?" The stranger snickered, "I don't think so."

"Then what do you want?" Toby asked desperately.

"You." The stranger said, turning Toby around so they were face to face, a strong hand still forcing Toby's hands behind his back.

"What?" Toby laughed in disbelief. "Are you crazy, old man?

The laughter, however, died in his throat as the stranger bent down to kiss him, a big hand holding Toby's head in place.

It took Toby a minute to register what was happening, as he felt the strangers' warm lips on his. Toby tried to pull away, but the stranger's hands held him in place, kissing him with force. When Toby felt the stranger's wet tongue lick across his bottom lip, he suddenly came to it. With force, he bit down on the stranger's bottom lip, feeling the taste of blood.

Shocked by the sudden pain, the stranger let go of Toby's head, giving him the chance to headbutt the stranger as hard as he could. The force made the stranger lose his grip on Toby's hands.

"You little shit!" The stranger yelled as he stumbled backwards, touching a hand to the blood pouring from his lip. "You'll regret this!"

Toby grabbed the key, struggling with shaking hands to get it into the lock. As the key turned around in the lock, something grabbed Toby from behind, and the last thing he felt before everything went black was the intense pain of the stranger's raised fist coming down on his face.

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When Toby came to, the first thing he felt was the intense pain in his jaw, the second was a cool breeze blowing across his body. Why is it so cold? Toby though, his mind groggy and vision blurry from the pain. As Toby tried to move to shield his body from the breeze he realized two things, one: he couldn't move his hands or feet, and two: He was naked.

What the hell? He thought as he tried to move his hands again, his mind unable to process what was happening. Where was he? What happened?

As Toby lay there, unable to move, the memories of the events leading up to the situation he now found himself in, started to reappear. The robbery, the cops, and the stranger, it all came back. As his eyes found their focus again, he could see the reason why he was unable to move, his hands and feet were tied up to sliding bars fastened between the corner posts on the bed. The bars were locked in place so he couldn't move, but he had seen bars like this before and he knew that there was a lever that could be adjusted so that the ropes tying him up could slide across the bars making it easier to maneuver the person tied up. Toby's ex-boyfriend had liked being tied up, and he had shown him the bars in hope of getting them, but Toby had shot the idea down. He wasn't a big fan of bondage.

Unable to do anything other than lay there, Toby waited what felt like hours before the stranger finally reappeared in the bedroom doorway.

"I see you woke up." The stranger said, walking over to where Toby was tied to the bed.

Toby said nothing. The way the stranger was studying his body made him uneasy. It wasn't like he had a bad body. He was in pretty good shape, you kind of had to be to do what he was doing, with all the running from cops after all. He might not be a big guy in a traditional sense, but he had defined muscles and a lean body. But still, being tied to a bed and studied like a piece of meat by a stranger might make anyone uneasy.

The stranger was still wearing the navy slacks from before, but he had changed his shirt to a plain white button down. The other one had probably gotten bloodstains on it from the cut where Toby had bit open the stranger's lip. The stranger's lip was no longer bleeding but Toby could see the mark his teeth had left.

"Not going to lie to you, that hurt like a bitch." The stranger said, touching the wound, feeling Toby's eyes on his lip.

"That's what you get from wanting to fondle little boys half your age." Toby replied, unable to contain himself.

"Little boys? Is that supposed to be you?" The stranger seemed amused at this.

"Yeah, I'm sixteen you perv.'' Toby lied, hoping the fib would get him out of this situation. The impending promise of statutory rape charges had gotten Toby out of more than one uncomfortable situation before.

The stranger let out a chuckle.

"You're not sixteen, you turned twenty a few weeks ago, Toby." The stranger said, looking him intently in the eyes.

Toby felt all the blood drain from his face.

"How do you know who I am?" Toby asked with panic in his voice. He never carried any form for identification on him when he went out to score, he knew way too many guys who had been taken down that way, a phone or driver's license dropped in the scuffle with the police and boom, hours later the cops are at your door with a warrant. Had he met this guy before? and if so, why didn't he recognize him?

"Don't you worry about that." The stranger said with a smirk. "You worry more about how you're going to make this up to me." He added pointing to the wound on his lip as he sat down on the bed next to Toby.

Toby's stomach filled with dread. The stranger was now close enough that he could smell him, he smelled like cologne and coffee, and Toby became once again suddenly aware of how naked he was.

The stranger reached his hand over, grabbing Toby's face in his warm palm.

"That's going to leave a nasty bruise." he said as he ran his thumb over the spot where his fist had connected with Toby's jaw.

"Now, I'm going to kiss you, and you're going to be a good boy and kiss me back." The stranger instructed in a strict voice.

"What about me screams good boy? The police chasing me or the bag of stolen goods on your floor?" Toby asked sarcastically as the stranger leaned in, way too brazen considering the precarious position he was in.

"You've got quite a mouth on you kid," The stranger chuckled. "But actually, it was more the fact that if you don't do as I say, I'll give you a matching one, on the other side." He said gesturing to the bruise that was still throbbing on Toby's face. "Understood?"

Toby nodded.

"Say it." The stranger commanded, squeezing Toby's face in his hand.

"I understand?" Toby hesitated, unsure of where this was going, but not keen on any more pain.

"I understand, sir." The stranger corrected.

Toby couldn't help but roll his eyes at this, of course this guy was on some sort of power trip.

"I understand, sir." Toby replied when the stranger sent him a strict look, squeezing his jaw even harder.

"Good boy." The stranger said, before leaning down and pressing his lips to Toby's.

Fearing another beating, Toby kissed the stranger back, matching his pace and intensity as their lips melted into one another's. The stranger's lips had a lingering faint metallic taste, probably left over from the blood of the earlier bite. Their lips moved against each other, tongues tasting and exploring each other's mouth.

The stranger left out a warning growl as Toby swiped his tongue over the stranger's bottom lip, circling the wound. Their lips moved against each other with more force now, a moan escaping the strangers' lips as he climbed further onto the bed, his full clothed body pressing against Toby's naked one.

The stranger's lips left Toby's and traveled down his jaw, kissing and nipping the rough skin. Toby winced as the stranger's lips landed on the bruise on his jaw, pain flaring up from the sensitive spot.

"What's that, Toby? You don't like a little pain with your pleasure?" The stranger whispered in his ear, grinding his body into Toby's.

"Well normally it doesn't bother me, but there's not exactly a lot of pleasure in being tied up for me, sir," Toby replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he added the last bit.

"Really?" The stranger asked. "Then what is going on here?" He asked as he reached down between them, grabbing a hold of Toby's dick pressed between their bodies.

Toby tried to stifle the moan that escaped his lips upon feeling the stranger's warm hands on his sensitive dick. He hadn't realized it until now, but his dick was already at half-mast and growing harder by the second as the stranger started stroking him.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" The stranger taunted upon seeing Toby's reaction to being touched, continuing stroking Toby's dick with long, slow jerks.

"Uh-hu" Toby grunted, his body writhing from the pleasure the stranger was giving him with his hands. He knew he shouldn't like this; the stranger was forcing himself on him, but his dick had always been so God damn sensitive, and the stranger's hands were warm, soft and big, just like Toby liked it. Toby was just a man after all, what more could one expect?

"Words Toby." The stranger reminded him in a strict tone, removing his hands from Toby's now fully hard dick.

"Yes, yes i like that," Toby muttered, a bit embarrassed from how little it took for him to turn into a hard mess in this stranger's hands. "Sir" He quickly added when the stranger shot him an icy look.

The stranger gave Toby a smile of approval as Toby corrected himself, rewarding him with a few more strokes before lifting himself off the bed.

Toby let out a whimper at the loss of contact, which made the stranger chuckle.

"Needy, are we?" He teased as he slowly started rolling down the sleeves of his shirt before unbuttoning and removing it completely.

Toby couldn't help but stare at the stranger as he undressed. His body was fit and tan, with defined muscles and a trail of hair moving from his chest and disappearing down under the lining of his trousers. The stranger had a big tattoo on the side of his ribs and a few running down his arms, making him seem slightly more dangerous than before.

The stranger removed his shoes and socks, placing them in his closet along with the shirt before unbuttoning and zipping down his slacks, letting them fall to the ground. He stepped out of his slacks, picking them up and folding them away before turning back to where Toby was tied up, now in only his boxers.

Toby couldn't stop his eyes from traveling down the stranger's body, stopping at the impressive outline of his dick in his boxers. Toby's dick twitched as he thought of what was inside those boxers, his body growing hot as the stranger stalked towards him. The stranger palmed himself through his boxers as he studied Toby, massaging his dick through the cloth.

"Now Toby, I want you to suck my dick." The stranger instructed. "You do a good job; you get to come. You bite me, you're going to wish you were never born, understood?"

"I understand sir." Toby said quickly, no doubt in his mind that the threat was very real.

The stranger leaned over and moved the hand restraint furthest away, closer along the bar, allowing Toby a bit more range of motion, before positioning himself in front of the tied-up boy.

"Sir, aren't you going to remove your boxers?" Toby inquired when the stranger made no move to remove his underwear.

"No Toby, start by getting me nice and wet through the boxers." The stranger explained, eyes glittering with lust.

Toby leaned closer, the musky scent of the stranger filling his nose as he kissed the stranger's dick over his underwear. Toby could feel the heat radiating off the huge piece of meat as he began licking and sucking on the dick through the fabric of the stranger's boxers, making sure to get it as nice and wet as he could.

Toby could feel the stranger's dick growing and twitching inside the boxers as he continued to coat it with as much saliva as the fabric allowed. After a few minutes the stranger's underwear was soaked with Toby's saliva and his own precum, and both he and Toby were panting and moaning from the sensation.