Hell for the Boys (M/Fm)

[KP Presents]

Sitting in the bus shelter, he looked across the road at the detached house, working out what the best approach would be. He knew this was necessary – the funds he had raised two weeks before were running low, and he would have to find a new place to stay anyway. At least he had had somewhere to lay his head down, had eaten – he was in a better position than that time, but must needs must.

He had met his mother for breakfast in a café round the corner…

“You have to do it again?”

“Yeah Mum,” he said as he sat across the table from her. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a dark jumper and jeans, trainers on his feet. He took a drink from his mug before he said, “I managed to get my own supplies this time – call it an investment with a guaranteed return.”

“So long as you don’t get caught – I read the reports.”

Smiling, he said “They seemed to not have any lasting hurt at any rate. How is Kerry?”

“She misses you, but she knows you had to go. She was wondering – your father is away all weekend. Perhaps you could come round and see her?”

“Call me if there is going to be a problem with that,” he said as he held his mother’s hand. “But I have to go now…”

He looked round and slipped his knife into the pocket of his jacket before pulling the latex gloves onto his hands, and walking quickly across the road, up the driveway and into the covered doorway. He paused for a moment to slip the mask over his eyes, and then knocked loudly on the door.

He looked from side to side as the door opened and a boy in his early teens stood there, staring at him. He had short dark hair, and was wearing a long-sleeved checked lumberjack shirt, jeans and blue shoes.

“Who are you,” he finally said.

“I am Hell,” the young man said, “and I am here to rob this house.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“My name is Hell, and I am going to rob this house.”

The boy looked at him as he pushed his way in, and then turned as he shouted “GRAhnnnmmhmhmmmm.” The gloved hand over his mouth kept him quiet as the door was closed, and then he saw the glint of light on the blade of the knife that was in his line of sight.

“Kid, if you don’t stop trying to scream, you may not like what happens next.”

He felt the young boy stiffen and shake his head, before an older female voice said “Richard, who was at the… Who are you, and why do you have a knife to my grandson’s throat?”

“This is your grandson – as I said to him, I am Hell, and I am here to rob you today. I don’t think you want him to be hurt, do you?”

“No…”

Then do what I say, and everyone gets along nicely – but do anything to raise the alarm, and I will hurt you and him. Understand?”

The woman had grey hair and was wearing a white jacket with black polka dots, fastened by a single button at the front over a black polo shirt, dark grey pants and white trainers. She nodded as she said “Please…”

“What’s your name?”

“Andrea…”

“All right Andrea – get those hands up in the air. You going to scream or call for help, Richard?”

The boy shook his head as he took his hand away. “Hands in the air, walk into the front room.” He followed them in and looked round before he said “Close the curtains over the windows Richard – and don’t do anything to raise the alarm. Sit down, Andrea.”

Andrea slowly sat down, her eyes on the man as her grandson closed the curtains, and then walked over to sit next to her.

“What… What are you going to do,” Andrea asked as he slipped the rucksack off his back. Sitting down, he said “I am deadly serious – I am going to rob you, and I have to make sure nobody in this house is going to be able to raise the alarm. So, I am going to tie your grandson up, you up – and anyone else who comes into the house.”

“No…”

“Andrea do not for one moment think I am not serious,” he said quietly as both Andrea and Richard looked at the knife. Standing up, he took several lengths of rope from the bag and said “so let’s start. Both of you, lie face down on the floor, and put your hands behind your back.”

“You don’t have to…”

“BOTH OF YOU,” he said, only raising his voice a little – but it was enough for Andrea to say, “all right” and kneel on the floor, Richard kneeling next to her before they both lay down and put their hands behind their back.

He knelt down by Richard, doubling over a length of rope and crossing his wrists before using the rope to secure them tightly together, taking the rope around and between his arms before he tied the ends off. He then went down and bound his ankles tightly together, using the same technique as his wrists, before he walked round and made sure Andrea’s wrists were secured together in the same way.

“All right,” he said as he forced them both onto their knees, “now we can…”

“GRAN!”

“Oh no,” Andrea said as tow younger boys came into the room. One was ten years old and was wearing a red jumper over a grey shirt, dark jeans and brown shoes. The other boy was a year younger and had on a lumberjack shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark pants and blue trainers.

“Get in here,” he said quietly as the two boys stared at Andrea.

“Colin, Will, please,” Andrea said quietly, “I don’t want you to get hurt. Come and stand by him.”

“Gran…”

“Do as your grandmother says,” he growled as the two boys walked in and stood behind Andrea, Richard staring at Hell as they all heard a female voice say “why are the curtains closed? What are you…”

She was in her late thirties, and was wearing a grey jumper and blue jeans, the legs ticked into knee length brown leather boots with cream socks turned down over the tops. “Mum? Has he – oh my god he’s got a knife?”

“Lady,” he said quietly as he stood with his hands on the shoulders of the two younger boys, “do us all a favour, lie face down on the couch, and shut the hell up!”

“Don’t talk to my mother like that,” Richard said as she twisted round.

“Kid, shut up,” he said as Andrea turned her head.

“Colin, Will, this is Hell.”

“Seriously?”

He stared at their mother, who fell silent as she lay face down.

“I want you both to lie down on the floor -he is going to tie your wrists and ankles, and then you do what he says, all right?”

“Will he hurt us Gran?”

“I don’t want him to hurt you, so please do as I ask you,” Andrea said as the two boys lay down, while he took more ropes from the bag and secured their wrists and ankles together.

“Please don’t hurt my boys…”

“What’s your name,” he said as he looked at the couch.

“Melody…”

“Well, Melody, I told your mother I was robbing her, and everyone who came into the house would have to be tied up and gagged. So, what do you think I am going to do next?”

“Tie me up?”

“Got it in one,” he said as he helped Colin and Will to kneel, and then went over to Melody, crossing and securing her wrists tightly together behind her back before he did the same to her ankles. He then forced her to kneel, the other four watching as he drew a much longer rope from her bag and used it to force her arms against her sides.

Richard in particular could not turn his head away as the ropes framed and forced her chest out, before he fed the ropes over her shoulder, under the bottom band between her breasts, and then pulled it back up before securing the ends. He then made Melody sit down before securing her legs together below her knees.

“Granny, why is the man hurting Mummy?”

“He wants us to know he is in charge – and I know it looks like he is hurting Mummy, but I don’t think he really is,” Andrea whispered to Will as he twisted round, the roes rubbing on his bare wrists. Hell then collected more ropes and came up behind him, wrapping it round his arms and forcing them against his sides in the same way as his mother.

“That’s tight…”

“I know, kid, but trust me, it needs to be,” Hell said before he tied the ropes off, and lifted the youngest son up, placing him across Melody’s lap before he secured his legs together below his knees. Will rested his head on his mother’s chest as the masked man helped Andrea to get up and sit up, then used long ropes to bind the arms of Colin and Richard to their sides, before he made them lie down again and secured their legs. He then bent their ankles back and hogtied both of them, before he went back to his back and took out a wide roll of white tape.

“Oh no,” Andrea said, “please…”

“I told you Andrea – everyone gets tied up and gagged,” he said quietly as he tore a strip down and stuck it over Will’s mouth. The young boy looked at his mother, who kissed him on the head and said “just sit quietly, and we’ll be fine” before her own mouth was covered in the tape.

He gagged the two hogtied boys on the floor as they struggled, before taking Andrea by the arm. “Don’t move a muscle,” he said as she stared at all of them, before he took Andrea by the arm and walked her to the staircase.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on them,” she said as she was forced to walk upstairs.

“I have to be, I am Hell and life is Hell for me, so I have to be hard to survive.”

“But you scared them!”

“Better to be scared and have something to tell their friends about,” he said as he marched Andrea into the main bedroom. “Now, tell me where you keep your valuables…”



“Chhuhmhfhrghtfhrrr?”

Colin looked at Richard as she tried to move his hands and feet, and then his heart sank as his older brother shook his head. “Nhhchnshs – mhm?”

He looked over as Melody tried twisting her legs, but all that happened was the sound of squeaking as Will lay, his head on her chest, his eyes closed as he breathed in and out through his nose. His mother pressed her taped lips on his head and then looked over to her other sons, slowly shaking her head as they heard footsteps on the staircase.

They watched the masked man push Andrea into the room, white tape covering her mouth as well as she said “Huuhhlhrht?”

“Sthffhnbbhtfhnghrn,” Colin said, Robert nodding in agreement as Melody looked at her mother.

“Whddhdhthk?”

“Htthluhlhtr,” Andre said as she was forced to sit on the far end of the couch from her daughter and youngest grandson, watching as Hell knelt down and crossed her ankles before he bound them tightly together. He then secured her legs together below her knees, before he checked the bindings on all the others.

“Right – have fun,” he said as he left them in the room, the two older women looking at each other as Colin and Robert struggled on the floor, trying to call out through the tape over their mouths.

“Whhrrwhgnhhtdhmhm,” Melody said, shifting slightly as Will let out a nasal snore.

“Hsshhlrrht?”

“Hhfnnkshbhthchntmhf.”

“Dhntthrth,” Andrea said with a sigh, “whnnhshbhlchmhn?”

Melody looked at the clock on the wall. “Hbhhtthshsx.”



“Mum? It’s me.”

“Oh, thank god – did it go well?”

“Very well – I have enough for a few more weeks now. I was worried when three boys turned up, but I frightened them enough. About this weekend – let’s get together somewhere anyway.”

“Sounds good -where will you be?”

He looked out over the city and said “I’ll tell you then. Right now, I need some food and a drink…”

[BoudBoy22]

Omg. More boys stories

[Smythdean]

Brilliant story.
Hoping that robber calls round my area soon

[TuggyMale]

Omg. More boys stories

I agree. We need more stories where boys get tied up