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Subject: The Robbery – ch 1 – adult/youth, incest, auth This is a wild and freewheeling story about domination and submission between deviant dads, horny sons (sometimes eager and sometimes reluctant), and an assortment of other randy men. (The first father doesn’t show up until chapter 3, but dad/son becomes the main theme from that point forward.) I’d like to point out that I am NOT the original author. This story seems to have disappeared entirely from the internet, but I happen to have a mostly complete copy in an old inbox of mine, and I’d like to upload it to to introduce it to a new generation of readers and archive it for posterity. I have 22 chapters. I’m not sure if that’s the complete story, because the last chapter suggests that the story will continue, but it’s possible that the author might have just stopped writing at that point. I will not be editing the author’s original work, so all spelling, punctuation etc. are his. However, I will be attempting to fix the bad line breaks that existed in the text files I have. I might also add some character roundups at the beginning of chapters. The author of the story is given as RBW. I think that I have a vague recollection of sometimes seeing this as RBW511 or RBW551 or RBW311, but I’m not certain of that. Unfortunately I cannot find any mention of an email address for this author. If you would like to contact me, the uploader, you can reach me at ail but once again, I did not write this story so I can’t incorporate suggestions etc. I will try to upload chapters on a regular basis but forgive me if I ever take a while between chapters. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I have over the years! *** The Robbery – Part I By RBW Having subdued the babysitter with rope and some duct tape, Martino was free to ransack the house. The danger of the whole thing always excited him, especially knowing that the single father was as big and muscular as himself, and would be a formidable opponent if he decided to return home early that night. But Martino had watched the house carefully. He knew that the boy had just been put to bed and that it was still too early for his dad to return. It was a little before 10. On the kitchen table he noticed a note saying, “Mark, here’s the number where you can reach me … Jeff.” He’d thought it was a little strange to find out that a teenage boy was the babysitter, but he had other matters to think about. He looked around for some valuables in the kitchen and living room, not finding much, but found the silver candlesticks in the dining room. Going upstairs quietly, he went first into the father’s room. On the dresser was a box for change and jewelry. He found a gold watch and a stack of twenty dollar bills, which he put in his pocket. As usually happened on his stealing binges, Martino’s uncut dick began to creep down his right leg, becoming visible through the thin silk boxers he’d stolen a few weeks earlier, and his baggy black jeans. Knowing if the father or the cops did find him there, trapped in the second floor bedroom, only increased the flow of adrenaline. Checking the nightstand didn’t help his condition, either. In it he found, amongst other various crap, a dildo around eight inches long, a bottle of lube, and a small egg-shaped vibrator. He grabbed them, gripping the dildo tight in his hand, looking at it for a while, and his dick began to strain against his jeans. He was going to have to do something about it. Martino walked down the hall, past a wide open office door, to the room where the boy had to be; this door was only open an inch or two. Carefully, he went in and closed the door behind him, leaving the lights off. He walked silently over to the bed where the boy was lightly sleeping, and looked at him. He’d seen him through the windows of the house, but now, though it was dark, istanbul travesti he could see him better. He was around ten or eleven, had sandy blond hair that wisped around his head, and had an innocence to his face that made Martino’s dick twitch. He put the toys and lube on the floor and sat softly on the bed, resting his hand on the boy’s leg. The boy suddenly opened his eyes and gasped. “Who are you?!” he almost shouted. Martino’s figure was threatening in the darkness, just over six feet tall, decked out in all black, with black hair and a scruffy face. His sillouhette showed that his shoulders were broad and powerful. “I’m Mark’s friend, Bobby,” Martino said softly but menacingly, “he asked me to come up and see if you’re okay.” He was rubbing the boy’s leg somewhat roughly. “He didn’t say anything to me about having a friend over!” The boy looked at him straight in the eye suspiciously. The boy’s innocent face masked a certain brattiness that Martino knew he would have to deal with soon. “Well, he did, and here I am. Now, aren’t you hot in those pajamas? Wouldn’t you like to take them off and sleep naked, like good little boys do?” he commanded, tugging at the boy’s pajama bottoms. The boy grabbed them. “No, I don’t wanna,” the boy said indignantly. Martino tugged harder and managed to rip them halfway down the boy’s smooth little legs, bringing his little white briefs with them. “Hey! You’re not supposed to do that! Stop it or I’ll tell my dad.” “Oh, no you won’t, or I’ll spank your little ass right now.” “You’d better not! Daddy says only he’s allowed to spank me.” “Well, Mark’s asleep and I’m your babysitter now, so you better listen to me.” “No, I won’t! Leave me alone!” “Oh, so you won’t obey your babysitter, huh?” “You’re not my babysitter!” But before the boy could finish this protest, Martino was already pulling him across his lap and pulling his pajamas clean off. “Let go of me! MARK!” the boy yelled uselessly. Martino brought his palm down hard on the boy’s little ass with a loud crack. The boy yelled out furiously, “Ow, let go of me!” Martino smacked his ass hard again, and then again. “I’ll teach you to obey your babysitter,” he growled with pent-up lust, and smacked him again, even harder. The man’s big red handprints were now clearly visible on the cute little ass, even in the dark. The boy fought and kicked and punched at the bulging thighs under him, but struggle though he might, Martino was far stronger than he. The boy’s squirming against Martino’s dick was making it ooze pre-cum, and he could feel the silk boxers getting wet and sticky. The boy’s ass was bright red, so he smacked it one last time and, picking up the boy in one massive arm, went over to his duffle bag where he kept the ropes. The boy shook and thrashed, desperately trying to get away, but Martino managed to keep hold of him. “Now … we’re going to make sure you can’t escape your punishment, you little fucker. You’ve been very bad tonight and you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” “Noooo …” the boy whimpered. Martino tossed the boy roughly onto the bed, and took both of his wrists in one hand, swinging one of the ropes around them several times, loose, but secure. “STOP IT! LET ME GO!!!” the boy yelled again to no avail. Martino said nothing. With the boy’s hands restrained, he tightened a knot and flipped the boy over, throwing him onto his stomach. The boy yelled out again in frustration and kicked at the man behind him wildly. One kick landed squarely on Martino’s abs, but the hard muscle there protected him. Martino chuckled at the feeble attempt nastily to himself and held tightly onto the boy’s ankle. The boy’s legs were slightly stronger than his arms had been, but with some effort, the new babysitter managed to get a rope kadıköy travesti a couple of times around his left one, just above the knee. He bent it up to the boy’s chest, and pulling the rope tightly across the smooth lower back, bent his other flailing leg the same way and secured it on the other side. “What are you gonna do?” the boy asked desperately. “Shut the fuck up, cunt,” was Martino’s only response. Martino stepped back a moment to view his work. The boy’s arms were up above his head, his head in the pillow. His tight little virgin ass was pointing straight up at Martino, his cheeks spread wide open. Martino licked his lips lewdly as the boy’s little hole tightened up momentarily. He could take his time now, so he took the black sweatshirt off, and in one fell swoop took his baggy jeans and boxers off over his combat boots. Standing there in the moonlight that streamed through the window, the results of all his climbing trellises and running from the cops was apparent. His big pecs glistened with the sweat from wrestling with the boy, and matted a little the black hair that covered them. Down a bulging sixpack went a trail of more black hair, into a big bush over his cock. His eight and half inch cock pointed at the boy’s little pussy, and he ran his hand over his meat a few times, pulling back the thick foreskin. He grabbed his cock by the base and held it. Veins popped out of the shaft and a long stream of pre-cum oozed out onto the floor. The boy’s whimpering had Martino’s head reeling. He pumped out another drop of pre-cum, and, with one knee on the bed, rubbed the head of his dick along the boy’s wide open buttcrack. “Oh!” the boy whimpered, confused and a little afraid. The boy’s little hole was shiny and clean; he’d obviously had a bath that night. Martino leaned his elbows down on the bed, and, not touching the boy, licked his own clear juices off the boy’s little cunt. Hungrily, he started tonguing the boy’s asshole. “What are you … UGH!” the boy cried. He thrust his tongue deep into the boy and spread his asslips with it, coating the boy’s insides with his spit. His drool ran down the boy’s hairless crotch as he licked and slurped. His tongue probed at the boy’s tight little hole, and it began to loosen up. The boy shook and his ass wriggled around a bit on the man’s relentless invasion. “Oh …” the boy said softly, still a bit confused, and his hole loosened up a little more. After getting his fill of mouthing the boy’s ass, Martino leaned back again, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. Instinctively, he pressed his throbbing cock into the bed, smearing the bedspread with his juice. He grabbed the lube and positioned it over the boy’s spread open asscrack. He let the clear fluid dribble down onto the boy’s anus and down onto his little ball sac. “What are you …?” the boy squealed. “I said shut the fuck up, boy. Now I’m really going to teach you how to obey.” With one hand, he smeared the lube all over the boy’s ass and balls, fondling each one thoroughly in his hand, and with the other, stuck a finger slowly up the boy’s ass. “AAGHH!” the boy grimaced. “Open this hole up wide, you little slut.” Aggressively, he fucked the boy with his middle finger, twisting it around and spreading the hole open. “OW! You’re hurting me!” the boy complained somewhat dishonestly. “Shut UP, bitch!” Martino growled, slapping the boy hard again on the ass. The boy just whimpered. Martino dribbled even more lube on the boy’s ass, so that it ran down the insides of his spread legs, and began to soak the bedspread. For what seemed like a half hour, he mercilessly finger fucked the boy, steadily getting harder and harder, smearing his tight little balls with lube the whole while. After a few minutes, he found the boy’s prostate. The bakırköy travesti boy gasped when this happened, and a moan escaped his powerless little body. Martino bombarded this spot with a hard, relentless massage until he had the boy moaning and panting and pushing his ass back for deeper penetration. The boy’s little hairless dick was hard now, and everytime the big man would rub his prostate, it would twitch a little bit up toward his stomach. Martino’s own dick was dripping so much pre-cum that a small puddle had formed on the carpet between his legs. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, you little fuckin’ slut? You like me finger fucking your little hole. You see what happens to little shits like you who don’t listen?” The boy just went, “Mmmmm,” and whined like a puppy for more. The boy’s little virgin hole had widened so much from the ministrations that Martino consented to sticking two fingers in, and finally three. Each time another finger was inserted, the boy just grunted loudly and wriggled his hips around eagerly. With his other hand, Martino teased the tender asslips that protruded slightly when he pulled his thick fingers out. That seemed to make the boy whine even more. “OK, whore, I think you’re ready for something bigger.” Martino looked down at the dildo, and then to his own cock, which was painfully hard now, and shiny wet from all the pre-cum the whimpering boy had forced out of it. No contest, he decided. He looked at the boy’s twitching pussy and his throbbing cock pumped another huge glob of pre-cum out of the tip. He stepped up to the bed and grabbed the boy by the hips, pulling him roughly further toward the edge of the bed. He grabbed his dick by the base, aimed it at the boy’s twitching hole, and with one smooth, steady stroke, shoved it all the way up the kid’s ass. “UUNNNNGGHHH!!” the boy grunted loudly, “oooh, mmmm …” His responses were mostly involuntary, but being filled up all the way with a man’s big cock was a feeling he liked much more than he’d expected. “Yeeeaah, you like that big fuckin’ cock, don’t you, slut?” Martino whispered nastily. “Oh, yes, Sir!” The boy was panting heavily now, and as his assailant slowly picked up the pace, he started drooling as his face contorted in the lust of taking his first dick. In answer to the boy’s new found obedience, Martino started really plowing the virgin asshole hard, thrusting deep with every stroke, pounding so hard into the boy’s little pussy that the bed banged up against the wall again and again. The boy just whimpered pitifully, “Please, oh, please, oh, yesss, oh, yes, Sir, do it harder, please!” as he stared over his shoulder at the huge rapist stealing his cherry. With one final pounding thrust, Martino stiffened, his mouth dropped open, and he shot his hot load in torrents up the boy’s ass. “AAANNGH!” he groaned loudly. The boy, not wanting his first good fucking to stop so soon, played with the cock in his ass, tightening his sloppy asslips around it, milking it for more cum. Martino kept shooting more and more cum into the insatiable boy until finally he sighed heavily and rested his weight down on his arms. After a minute or so, Martino slid his softening dick back out with a juicy pop, which made the boy sigh disappointedly. “That’s a good little whore,” Martino said as he slapped the boy on the ass lightly. “Now we’re just going to keep you nice and warmed up while I go take care of this cunt babysitter of yours.” As he said this, Martino was flipping the boy over onto his back, with his legs spread helplessly open in the air. He grabbed the egg-shaped vibrator off the floor and, after fingering the boy’s hole a little to let some of the spunk dribble out, popped the vibrator in. “Now, you be a good boy while I’m gone, you hear me?” “Mmmm,” the boy said, and with that, Martino turned the vibrator’s remote switch to the highest setting and let the boy writhe around for a while on the hot sensations inside him. “OHH!” the boy moaned in pleasure, tightening his spent little pussy around the cord sticking out of his ass.

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