The thief

This story is a work of fiction which features sexual activity involving a man and teenage boy.

Thats it, I had done it, just out of the main doors and I'm home free. My heart was pounding and the adrenaline was pumping through me. I'd never stolen anything before, but I was almost out with this perfume in my pocket.

As I go through the doors of the department store and step out to feel the warm breeze on my face, I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. Before I can run or say anything, the grip tightens and I'm forcefully turned around.

"Excuse me, I believe you have something you haven't paid for." Says the booming voice. As I turn around, I'm faced with a tall white man, 40s, grayish hair and salt and pepper beard, towering over me. I look up, my 16 year old face, suddenly drains of colour and I'm as white as a sheet.

"You'll have to come with me" the man says, nudging me back inside and then placing a tight grip on my arm, he leads me back into the store and back to a service elevator. The elevator arrives and he pushes me in. As he presses the button and the elevator goes down we stand in silence. As the doors open in the basement floor, the big man leads me down a quiet and dark corridor to a door. We enter and I'm told to sit on a chair the other side of the desk. I do as I'm told as he shuts the door and locks it.

"Empty your pockets?" The man says, sitting in the office chair the other side of the desk. I put my hand in my combat shorts pocket and take the perfume out, placing it on the desk. Stood there, my small 5ft frame, my shoulder length natural blonde hair, a little over one eye, dressed in combat shorts, t-shirt and converse trainers on, I'm shaking with fear.

"All of it?!" The man demands.

"That's all of it, sir." I respond looking down.

"I don't believe you, I bet you are hiding something under your clothes. Remove them." The man says. I look up, amazed.

"B..b..but." I go to say

"BUT NOTHING! I need to make sure you aren't trying to take anything else that doesn't belong to you." the man roars at me. I step slightly back and do as I'm told. I remove my t-shirt to reveal my small frame, practically hairless chest. I stop, nervous, but take a deep breath and lower my shorts, stepping out of them.

"Keep going." The man instructs me. Scared I slip my hands in the waist band of my white briefs and lower them to the floor. My hands instantly covering my flacid 3 inch cock and blonde pubic hair.

"Bend over the desk and spread your legs. I need to check thoroughly." The man instructs me, as he removes two latex gloves from his desk drawband a tube of something. As he walks around the desk, he puts on the gloves and stands directly behind me. "I'm now checking to make sure you haven't hidden anything else." The large man says, and I feel some cold gel squeezed between my bum cheeks. I squeal and move.

"Keep still!" The man states smacking my right butt cheek.

"Fuck!", I yell, "that hurt." I say, Scared but getting sick of this treatment.

"Crime don't pay. Now hold still or this will hurt more." The man says, as i feel one of his big hands on my lower back and then a finger slowly being pushed in my asshole.

"Stop, stop, please I didn't hide anything up there!!" I scream, trying to move, but not able to with his big hand on my back. I slowly feel his finger go deeper into my ass, the pain running through my back and legs.

"I need to fucking check. Criminals always lie!", he says putting his finger in deeper. He moves it around, pulls it back slightly and then pushes back in again, doing it over and over.

"Hey, stop it hurts." I demand, crying a little.

"I'm conducting a thorough search." The man replies, it sounds like he is smiling or laughing. He then moves his finger and caresses something inside me.

"Ohhhhh" I give out an involuntary moan, with the pleasure release with whatever he just touched. My cock goes rock hard against his desk.

"Hmm seems a faggot like you enjoys it." The guy says, pushing his finger in again. I moan again. I am dizzy with pleasure as he continues doing this with his finger.

"Time to up the game." He says and he removes his finger. A mixture of relief and sadness rushes through me. Then I hear a zip go. Panic sets in and I try to move, but a big hand rams me back on to the desk.

"Knew you were a little faggot the moment I saw you." The large man states.

"No, I'm not gay, I have a girl.....FRIEND!!!" I say, as I suddenly feel a cock at my sphincter and its being forced in. I try to move again, but the man now has me by the hips and he pushes his cock into my exposed, lube hole. It feels like my ass is being ripped open, the pain is 10 times worse than his finger. It takes a few shoves but i then feel his pelvic bone touching my ass, knowing he fully in and then he pulls back and rams it back in. This time he hits my pleasure spot again, I moan. The pain being overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The main pulls in and rams in again, hitting the spot. I moan aloud, more. A hand moves off my hip and grabs my long hair. He proceeds to now pound my hole, it hurts, but the pleasure is too much. I'm no longer fighting the urge.

"Take it, bitch!" He says getting his rhythm up, "take my cock, I'm going to breed you!". I feel him slamming his cock in and out my tight hole. I feel my cock is close to erupting.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum" I moan out, as he proceeds to pleasure me via my ass.

"Fuck yeah!!!" I scream aloud, as I cum on his desk, up my stomach and chest, having the best orgasm ever. But the man doesn't stop, he proceeds to pound away, pulling my hair. After what seems forever and my asshole now really sore and hurting, he speeds up. Gripping my hips again.

"I'm close faggot!" The man is pounding me, the desk I'm laying on is shaking and moving with his large frame, as am I, as he relentlessly fucks me.

"FUCK!!!" The man screams as i feel his cock pulsating inside me, feeling his cum enter my bowels from my ass, it feels weird, but warm. He pumps in a couple more times, fully emptying inside me. He then moves back and his cock leaves my ass with a resounding "POP". I lay there, slumped over his desk. Sweaty, naked, broken, with cum up my belly and chest from me; his cum now running down the inside of my thighs. He walks around, doing his fly up and sits in his chair, opposite me.

Smirking, he says "Hmm, maybe does crime pay."