Letter from Spain.
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Robbie looked at me as he came towards me. He looked dreadful and had obviously been crying. I stood up heart beating so hard I could hear it.
"Fucking help me please Robert?"
Oh joy a way out possibly? I said as casually as I could.
"How? And where is Rambo?"
"I managed to put a couple of shots of vodka into his beer, twice. He has had a couple of snorts and he is out for the time being anyway. Here is the key to the cuffs."
"No, get me that bar, I want it to look like I escaped." He just looked at me.
"Get the fucking bar, NOW!" He did as I told him.
"Right give it to me and help me."
"No. If I help you, you will be free and you may beat me up, you got good reason too. I'll leave it there and you can get it when i'm gone."
I swore at him, but knew I could do it on my own. I may not be the strongest of men, but my fucking Christ I could move a mountain to get back to Andy.
"Ok just go. I need to get free. Were will you go?"
"I got a friend up north I can get to him." Him? I wondered who, but did not ask.
"Have you got money?" He looked at me as though I was daft.
"Oh yeah, course you have. Your on your own now, but with any luck you will make something of yourself, now fuck off."
"Will you describe me to the police?"
"How the fuck can I describe anyone with a hood on? Don't you realize i'm trying to help you? The police will never know I have seen your face. You just have to hope fuckwit wont bugger things up, but that's the risk you have to take. Now go. He smiled at me and he actually looked quite nice.
"Thanks Robert. I know you don't fancy me, but if things were different I would bust a gut trying to make you. I am SO fucking sorry. Robert?"
"What?" For fucks sake get out and then I can." He had a change of mind.
"Let me help you please?"
"And you will risk me not beating the shit out of you?"
"No Robert, you would never do that. That's why I want to help you get the cuffs off and when we get you free and you want to have sex with me, you know that's what I would like and I will make it good for you, I promise."
"Ok, now get that crow bar." I was now so confident I felt sure I could even convince the Pope he was a virgin! I did not want to tell him that he was the last gay on earth I wanted sex with. All I wanted was to get the fuck out and get back to my Andy, but if it ment lying to him? So fucking what.
Metal on metal makes one hell of a noise and makes even more if you are trying NOT to make one.
We got the bar into the cuff that was locked on to the radiator and twisted it with all our combined force. Christ those things are so fucking strong and it would not give.
"Take it out and try the other way." I told Robbie.
"Fuck, I wish you were talking cocks Robert."
"Fuck off you cunt. Put the bar this way." And together we forced the bar in the opposite direction to what we had tried the first time. Once again we joined forces and put our combined efforts into breaking the cuff and at last there was a massive "bang" as the bit of the radiator holding the cuff gave way and although the cuff was only bent, I was free at last. Water poured out of the broken radiator.
Robbie looked at me with some trepidation thinking I would now beat the shit out of him. After all I had the crow bar in my hand.
"ROBBIE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" It was obviously "Brain of Briton" and had just woken up and I assumed still in the living room.
"Lets get the hell out Robbie. Run like fuck." I told him. "NOW!" We ran up the stairs with Freddy still shouting for Robbie. We reached the yard door as he opened the door to the house. I knew we could not make it out and so pushed Robbie against the wall thanking my luck that the only light was coming from the bottom of the stairs and it was very dark where we stood. "Keep quiet." I whispered "and don't move.""Robbie you shit where the fuck ARE you?" Freddy went to the top of the stairs and looked down. He staggard and had to hold on to the bannister and started to go down. Now was the time to get my own back and I ran to the stairs making no noise and the first thing Freddy would have known that all was not well was when both of my feet banged into his back. I had grabbed hold both sides of the bannister and heaved myself up and forward with both feet. It was a perfect shot and the bastard fell down the whole stair case ending up smashing into the wall at the bottom. He made a hell of a row as he fell, but when he got to the bottom he was quiet and I guessed he was out cold. Robbie came next to me and looked down. "Fuck that was great Bobby. Lets get out.""No, you go this twat wont give either of us any more problems. I will give you 30 mintues then i'm calling the police. Now go." Robbie looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, but I shut him up. "Fuck off Robbie you only have half an hour. Now GO." He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks Bobby." He kissed me, ran out of the yard door and was gone. I went down the stairs and checked him, he was at least breathing, but his left leg was at a funny angle and I guessed broken. I still had the key to the cuffs and took them off. Remarkably the one I tried to break was still working and I was able to use them on Fred who now looked a lot less formidible. I had promised Robbie I would give him 30 mintues, but to hell with it Robbie had been given all that he deserved and I went out.
Once outside I took the house number and street name and phoned the police and waited for them to turn up. I then rang Andy and spent ages calming him down.
"Sweetheart I am fine and not hurt. I'm just waiting for the police and no doubt I will be with them for some time and I hope they will bring me home when i'm finished. I just don't know yet." Then my mobile ran out of battery.
After I made my statement the police let me ring him to say they were bringing me back, but I was going to help them find the van.
"Andy i'm sure is not far from home so I should not be much longer." We got to were I thought the van had been abandoned and after a short search we found it. As I thought it was only a quarter of a mile from home. I told the police I was going home. One of the officers let me use his mobile and called Andy to meet me. He came running up to me with tears pouring down his face, even though a police officer was with me neither of us could give a toss as we threw our arms around one another. The officer told us to go home and, "take care guys."
"The boys are still at home Bobby they can't wait to see you, but I don't think they will stay long they know you must be shattered.
The reunion was great and they greeted me like a long lost friend. I could not thank them enough for coming over and looking after Andy. They did not stay long, but we all agreed to meet up as soon as the situation and interest had calmed down.
Andy and I went and had a soak in the bath. We just laid as usual with me holding him tight. Andy of course did not stop asking questions and I smiled to myself as he banged on about it. It's good to be home I thought. Soon we were in bed and for the very first time since we shared the same bed, I laid on Andy's shoulder with his arms around me. With my arm across his body I fell into a deep sleep.
During the night we had turned round into our usual positions and when we woke it all seemed "back to normal." But it was far from that as when I went to open the curtains there was dozens of media outside. I quickly closed them again. Andy could not get out and so he rang his boss telling him what was happening. Finally I had to go out and faced them and after answering as many questions as I could, they seemed satisfied and drove off. It took the rest of the week for it to calm down, but eventually it did and we got back to normal.
I'm going to fast forward six months to finish off this part of the story and put it were it belongs, in the past.
I had gone to the bus stop with Andy and waited with him to see him off to work. I kissed him goodbye and off he went with my love juice still inside him. I walked to the post office to send off drawings to a client and the post master gave me a large envelope. "I guess you are still getting fan mail Bobby." The address was to the post office and "ROBERT, THE GUY WHO GOT TOOK HOSTAGE." I was very curious and could not wait to get home and open it. I settled down with a coffee in the kitchen and opened it. There was a long letter inside. It was from Robbie.
Robert, but I know your called Bobby,
I hope you don't mind me writing and I promise this will be the only time I will, but there are a few things I want to say. I know you may wonder if I am really Robbie so will say a couple of things that will prove it's me.
The piss bucket and me wanting to have sex with you. Your big cock. You saw me with no hoody on. You called Freddy Rambo and I gave you pizza. None of that was in the papers or tv, so I hope you believe that I am Robbie, not that i'm called that anymore.
Ok, first thanks for saving my life. Without you I guess I would be in prison now. I want to tell you something about me before we robbed the post office and tell you what I am now, but I got to go back to when I was 13. I was a total shit at school and got suspended with a final warning that unless I behaved when I got back I would be chucked out permanently. My dad blew a gasket and marched me down to the boys boxing club, threw me inside and spoke to the guy Tommy Pearson who ran it. "Sort this shit out Tommy and do what you like to beat some sence into him." Christ I wondered what hit me. Well to be honest every fucker did! But the funny thing was I liked it and although I don't think I ever won a fight Tommy did some good and I improved a lot and my behaviour was good as well. I went back to school and never gave them a problem again. But what I want to tell you is about Tommy. He was a big bloke, but not fat or anything, just had a great body as he worked out a lot. He was not that tall, about 5 8, but built to fight and as strong as fuck. Even though I got bullied a bit he was always telling me it would not last and just stand up for myself. But there was this one time I really got smashed up in the ring and I was crying and all that shit. Tommy told me to sit out and he would speak to me when the guys had gone.
He took me into the store room and told me to lay down on a pile of floor mats and he told me he was going to make me feel much better. He took my top off and massaged my back for a while which was great and then to my legs and massaged me right up to the bottom of my bum. I was loving it and got a hardon. He kept this up and then he surprised me when he didn't stop but went on up and took hold of my bum and massaged my cheeks. Fuck it was great. He kept talking to me asking if I was ok with this and I kept saying yes. He told me to get on my back and did the same all over my body. I know I only had a small cock then, but it stuck up and he could see it. Then it happened, he ran his hand up my shorts and took hold of my cock and played with it for ages, just holding me between his thumb and finger. He took my shorts off and carried on playing with me. Christ it was awesome. Next thing I knew he put his mouth on me and gave me a blow job, but then stopped and stripped off. Christ he was huge, even bigger than you. He put my hand on him and we played for a long time until he shot all over me and when he come so did I. It was then I knew I was gay and for the next two years we got into the room as much as we could. I could not get enough of him, he even fucked me and although it hurt like shit, I got used to it and he did it loads of times. It was great and and was happy.
Happy that is until I had to stay at Freddy's place for a week because my mum and dad went on holiday and did not want me with them. Freddy and dad were freinds and Freddy said I could stay, but I had to sleep with his 12 year old nephew. I think you will guess whats coming. The first night I wanted to play with him, but was scared to, but we did play fight and I noticed he got a stiffy. So the next night while we were fighting I got his cock in my hand and he was ok with it. When I knew Freddy was in bed I started to play with his body and as he didn't seem to mind I got his cock in my hand again. He just laid there letting me play, so I got him to play with me. Fucking great! We did that every night until the last one when I tried to fuck him. I got in but it hurt him and he shouted out that it was hurting, Freddy heard that and the next thing I knew he was dragging me off the guy and beat the crap out of me. He made me sleep on the settee that night, but in the morning when the kid had gone he said I was going to work for him and if I didn't he would tell my parents what I had done. To cut a long story short the work I had to do was go with him and a mate of his on burglaries. I was so small I could get through any window and that's what I did. Get into a place and open the front door for them. We did shit loads like that and never got caught. He and his mate had carried out armed robberies before, but when we held up the post office at your place it was my first time doing it. Freddy's mate was on the run and Freddy made me go with him. You know the rest about that day, but not what happened to me since.
I got up north and you might be surprised it was Tommy I went to. He always said I could come up before he moved. I stayed with him and his boyfreind for a while and all three of us had some really good times, you know what I mean! Then I met a guy myself and we are getting on great. I don't live in the north any longer, but you won't want to know where.
Bobby i'm going straight and got a job. I have not done anything wrong since that post office job I promise you. The reason why I wanted to contact you is to thankyou. You, Tommy and my boyfreind are the three best things that happened to me. Goodbye and thanks for not turning me in. Ex Robbie XXXX
I read and reread it several times and to be honest, I was as pleased as punch. There was no reason to doubt any of it and although I had broken the law by not turning him in, I was glad I did. I made another coffee and thought about Andy. Would he understand it if I showed him the letter? Would he think something eles went on in that house particularily with those four kisses at the end of the letter? I knew that I would have had sex with him if it was the only way of escape. What would he think of me knowing I had not identified him to the police? I read it once again and took it upstairs to my studio and page by page put it through the shredder. I was about to put the envelope in when I looked at it, it had been sent from Spain. I smiled and it joined the rest of "Robbies" letter.
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winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk if you want to write. See you in the next chapter? Best wishes Bobby and me, Andy.