Date: Sun, 06 Nov 2005 17:36:10 -0500
From: John Murdoch <ramiel23@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shoplifter part 1

Disclaimer: The following events are entirely fictional.  If you like what
you read then e-mail me at ramiel23@hotmail.com.  I live on the East coast
in NC, am 22 years old, and would love to find someone older to meet.


Shoplifter


	My name is John and I am 18 and live in a small town, not too much to do
here so I am always bored after school.  My friends had told me about all
the cool things they have stolen from the local grocery store, and what a
rush it was to walk out of the doors with a bunch of stuff you didn't pay
for.  I had nothing to lose really, so I got into the habit with them too,
not even thinking that I would get caught.  We had been taking odd things
now and again from that place for a good time, but it was when I had least
expected to get caught, when I wasn't with my friends that my luck turned.
	I was walking back home from my friend's house late one night when I
decided to stop by the store to grab a couple of things that I needed.  The
best way to steal I had found was to shop and pay for a few things but also
grab what you wanted and stuff it in your jacket, that way you looked like
you were just another kid grabbing some junk food and actually had some
business there shopping.  I was shopping for a couple of things that my mom
wanted me to grab anyways, but grabbed a couple of CD's that I had wanted
for a while and stuffed them into my jacket and paid for the rest.  I was on
my way out of the sliding doors, not even thinking for a second that they
were on to me, I had done the same routine so much, when one of the store
employees came quickly up behind me and slapped his hand on my shoulder.  I
stopped dead in my tracks, not even guessing that I was getting busted, I
was so confident.
	"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me, please."
	I turned to face him and see that he was some kind of undercover cop, but
rather than showing my panic I tried to play it cool, like this was some
kind of mistake.  I nodded and followed him, bags in hand through the store
then through the double doors in back.  This was unreal, him following
behind me making sure I wouldn't run and keeping an eye on me at the same
time.  We walked through the back of the store and I found myself standing
in front of an office door in back with a bench in the hallway.  It was when
he asked me to set my bags down and face the wall that it set in that this
was really happening.
	He stood behind me and quickly frisked my jacket with his hands, stopping
as he felt the CD's and pulled them out.  As he pulled one hand behind my
back and I felt the cold sensation and click of steel wrapping around my
wrist I started to panic.  The other hand was cuffed behind my back as he
said,  "You're under arrest for shoplifting at this time.  Wait here untill
the manager will see you."
	I was moved onto the bench with my hands cuffed behind my back, sat down
and left to think alone about what kind of trouble I was in.  Now I was
panicing, thinking about what my parents would do to me when they found out
that I was arrested for shoplifting, how my future would be affected by an
arrest record.  He disappeared into the office door with my bags and the
CD's in his hands.
	I was left to stew in my own thoughts for a good 15 minutes before the door
beside the bench opened and a man peered outside to see me sitting there.
	"Come inside now, John.", he directed.
	I stood up and walked past him as he held the door open for me and directed
me to sit down in one of the chairs facing the desk in the small office
room, my arms still held behind me by the handcuffs.  Sitting down, he came
around the desk and took his own seat behind it.  He looked to be in his
late 30's, clean shaven and wearing a grey suit.  Clicking on his computer
for a minute, I sat there in silence as I continued to contimplate my
situation, when he said, "Now John, you are in a very serious situation.
This store has been losing a lot of money to shoplifters like you, and we
don't take this very lightly.  Right now you and your friends are our
biggest problem, so our best bet is to make an example of you, possibly
sending you to jail as an example."
	These words caused me to consider the seriousness of my situation, and I
was on the verge of tears between the long silence that followed his last
words.  It was a good time that he let the implications of my trouble set in
before he spoke again.
	"However, I have a proposal to make that might sound good to you in place
of letting the law take care of you, of letting your family and parents find
out about this the hard way."  He paused for a second to let me wonder about
what kind of offer would let me get out of this situation.  "Since this is a
family owned store still, I have the liberty of dealing with you in my own
way.  What do you say to being my property for a month or so?"
	What?!?  I couldn't believe that I heard him right, yet he continued, "If
you agree to this, your parents never have to find out about this, and
you'll be dealt with outside of the law."
	I had to stop and think, my mind was spinning.  Here I was with my arms
cuffed behind my back, about to get a criminal record and more and I was
being offered with something that I wasn't even prepared to think about,
that I wasn't even ready for or even understood.
	"What do I have to do?" I wondered out loud.  The idea of dropping
everything kept coming back in my mind, a way out, yet I was skeptical and
didn't know exactly what he had in mind.
	He got up and walked around the desk to stop behind me, where he leaned
down to my hands and began to take my handcuffs off.  This sensation was
relieveing, yet before I expected the other one to come off he walked back
around the table and sat down again, leaving me with one hand still cuffed
and dangling the other side of the lock.
	"Well, I'll give you a minute or two to make your decision.  Just keep in
mind that if you don't take your offer, the next step in processing kids
like you is to call the local sherrif and take you to jail, then give your
parents a call to come pick you up.  Since you're only 18 the criminal
record you'll get will stay with you for the rest of your life."
	He paused for a second to let me process everything and continued, "When
you've made your decision, you can either tell me to make the call......or
start stripping."
	That last part made me almost jump, but I sat there and thought about
everything he had just told me.  I didn't want my parents to find out or to
go to jail, that much was sure, but I had no idea if I would be able to
strip for this man or do whavever else he might want.  It was hard to make
up my mind, but in the end my fear of getting in trouble outweighed any fear
of what he might want from me, and the chance to drop all the charges was
all I really cared about at the time.  Reluctantly, I slowly stood up and
reached for my shirt and started to pull it over my head.
	The man saw that I had made my choice and grinned.  "I can see you've made
the smart choice for someone in your spot.  Put your clothes on the chair."
	I had finished taking off my shoes and pants and put the rest of my clothes
on the chair like he had instructed, standing before the man with only my
boxers and the handcuffs dangling from my left arm.  With a final pause to
reconsider, I gave into my fate and pulled my boxers off, standing naked
before him.  I felt strange standing there in front of him, and to my
surprise slightly aroused!
	The manager was eyeing his new property with approval, eager to have
another new subject to have some fun with.
	"Cuff your other hand, then come over to me," he instructed sharply.  I did
as I was told and placed the other side of the shackle on my wrist and
slowly tightened it, testing to see if it was secure or would loosen up.  It
was locked solid into place, and I began to slowly walk around the desk to
stand in front of the manager, who had spun his chair sideways to accept me.
  As I stood only a foot from the man, naked and hands cuffed in front of
me, he leaned forward to inspect me.  I closed my eyes as he felt around my
body, inspecting and squeezing now and again, when he eventually reached my
penis and balls!  With a feeling of shame and dismay in my mind he tugged
slightly and cupped my balls with his hands, I noticed that I was hardening
in his grip.  It felt dirty to be touched by this man, yet I was hardening
in his touch and strangely liking it...  This was unbelieveable!  I stood
there feeling exposed and violated, yet I was fully erect, my body betraying
me!  His inspection was complete and he leaned back in his chair, leaving me
to stand there and wonder what would happen next.
	"See?  It's not so bad yet.  You just might enjoy yourself.  Now kneel
down."  He grinned, pointing out that my body had betrayed how I might be
liking this.
	I slowly knelt down in front of him while he undid his belt and fly and
pulled his pants down.  I couldn't believe this was happening and he saw the
look of disbelief that I had on my face.
	"Remember we can do this the easy or hard way, it's up to you.  I recommend
cooperating..."  He finished his warning as he pulled his boxers off,
revealing his 7 inch, clean shaven and semi-hard cock in the open for me to
see.  "Your first task is to take my cock into your mouth, then we'll work
on what happens next.  Get started!"
	I stared in grim anticipation then steeled myself to my fate, strangely
anticipating the next step.  I moved up to him so that I was between his
legs, my cuffed arms in front of me, and stalled.  Irritated by my delay, he
reached one hand behind my head and slowly and forcefully pushed it down to
his crotch so that my mouth was inches away from his hardening cock.
Finding no more chance to delay, I opened my mouth and slowly took the first
half of his cock into my mouth, feeling the sensation for the first time.
He had a few drops of precum at the head, making his cock slightly slippery
and salty, and it was very warm.  There was also a slight pulsing in my
mouth as he continued to harden.  Despite my initial disgust from having
another man's cock in my mouth, the sensation wasn't that bad!  I continued
to hold him in my mouth for another minute of so untill he was completely
hard and he gasped.
	"Ahhhh.....very nice!  Now start to suck."
	He moved my head up and down a few times to let me know what he wanted, and
I began to take him in and out of my mouth and started to suck.  He slowed
down for a second and said, "No no....watch the teeth, use your tounge on
the bottom...."  I corrected by opening my mouth up more and stuck my tounge
out to rub against the bottom of the shaft and head a little harder.  "There
you go.......much better," he said as he sighed and leaned back a little bit
more.
	The feeling of having his cock slide in and out of my mouth was weird but
amazing, I was warming up to the idea and felt the salty slimy texture of
precum lubricate my mouth as his cock slowly pumped in and out.  Beside
myself with the new sensation and situation, I started to get into it!  I
had expected to do as I was told, be this man's toy for a while, but now I
was starting to like it!  I started to respond by taking my hands and
cradled his balls between them, gently massaging in rythm to the thrusts.
As he pumped I began to move my head around, getting different angles of his
cock and feeling the texture of his head as it moved across my tounge.  The
precum that was slowly oozing out was just barely sweet, the extra that
wasn't lubricating my mouth I swallowed.  As I was sucking he slowly moved
his hands around my head and shoulders, savoring my resisting but now
willing mouth.  I continued to feel the heat and taste of his cock as it
thrust in and out of my mouth for a good time, it seemed like forever to me
as he was pumping so slowly to take in every bit of having a new victim suck
his cock.  I had grown accustomed to the feeling of having him in my mouth,
so when I felt a new throbbing, pulsing sensation, it set me off.
	"Keep every bit of it in your mouth, don't swallow!"  This was the only
instruction and warning that I had about what was about to happen.
	It first felt like a contraction deep inside him, followed by a pulsing
through the bottom of his shaft that I felt on my tounge, when my mouth was
suddenly flooded with a large amount of a new, bitter tasting fluid.  I
realized that he had just cum in my mouth, but it caught me by surprise and
the first few pulses spilled out of my mouth and ran down my chin.  He
groaned very loudly as he tightened up, grabbed my head with his hands and
pulled me down tight and pumped violently into my mouth.  Most of the cum
that hadn't caught me by surprise and first spilled from my mouth stayed
inside, and I resisted the urge to spit it out.  The rest found itself on my
face, as halfway through cumming he pulled out of my mouth, reached down to
his cock to pump himself and shot the rest on my lips and cheek, one strand
finding its way all the way onto my forehead.  The strands of cum were hot
and smelled strongly, tasted even worse, but I managed to hold all the cum
that he shot into my mouth in, the rest cooled and stayed on my face as he
finished pumping the last of it onto me.  He groaned loudly and sighed, then
slumped down into his chair with his eyes closed and a look of complete
relief on his face, leaving me kneeling there uncomfortably with cum in my
mouth and face, not sure what to do.  I continued to kneel there as he did
nothing but sit and soak in the joy of having just had an orgasm, the wait
very uncomfortable.  I was waiting there with a good amount of increasingly
bad tasting cum in my mouth, the rest on my face starting to run.  A drop
ran and fell onto my leg, another few started to drip onto my handcuffs and
arms.  I sat there for what seemed like forever, the taste growing worse,
akwardly kneeling as more cum ran down my chin and onto my chest and legs,
when he seemed to snap out of his bliss and look at me.  I was eagerly
awaiting the command to spit the cum he had pumped into my mouth out, when
he told me otherwise.
	"Wow........You can swallow it now,"  he said very calmly.  This was the
last thing that I wanted to hear, the last commmand was said as he looked at
me to appraise what he had done to me, to see the look of discomfort on my
face and the strands of cum starting to drip down it.
	I did as I was told, and after steeling myself and a few tries I finally
managed to swallow the foul tasting semen.  The aftertaste was almost worse
than the actual semen, but I was glad to have it out of my mouth.  He looked
down at me after he finished, and said, "You did a good job for your first
time!"
	He pushed me back off of him slightly so he could stand up.  After cleaning
off, he pulled his pants back up and regained his composure.  I was left
there to wait for my next command, for what would await me.  I was hoping
that I was finished and that I could go home, but he crushed any hope of
that with his next words.
	"That was incredible.   I'm glad that you got caught!"  He chuckled
slightly, very calm and relieved, then continued, "But you're not through
yet.  I have to let the person that brought you to me have a share before
you're all mine."
	My heart sank, but I knelt there paitently to see what would happen next.
The manager took something out of his desk, then brought it down to the
links between my handcuffs.  It locked into place there, and I realized that
it was a link of chain!  He walked around me as he held the chain, and as he
passed me the chain drew tight and my arms followed.  I stood up finally and
followed him as he led me over to the corner of the room and gave me my next
instructions.
	"Kneel down."  This was my only command as I knelt down facing away from
the wall.  After I knelt down he brought the chain above my head and pulled,
my arms following.  My hands were pulled completely above me then secured to
a hook on the ceiling and locked there.  After securing me he checked
himself one last time then left the room, the door locking behind him.  I
was left there on the ground, hands chained above my head, cum slowly
running down my face.  I sat there and thought about my situation.  I had no
idea when I woke up today that I would be chained naked with cum on my face!
  If only I had known, I wouldn't have shoplifted and gotten caught!  I
continued with these thoughts for a good while and felt used, now and then a
drop of cum running off my chin and dripping onto my thighs or the floor.  I
had been there long enough for most of the strands of cum on my face to
harden when I heard the door unlock.  The manager walked in again, this time
accompanied by the same security guard that had brought me here!  They
walked into the room and came over to stand in front of me.  The manager was
the first to speak.
	"Yeah you can see I've had some fun with him....he's very good for a new
acquisition though, and he's all yours for now, that's the deal."
	The security guard smiled at this, then looked over to me.  He snickered as
he saw me, my hands chained above me and completely defenseless.   He walked
over to me and put a hand on my chin.  "Very nice....I'll have some time
with him, then he's all yours."
	The security guard wasted no time in unzipping his pants and pulled them
down, dangling his soft cock in front of my face.
	"Open up!"  Were his only words as he brought his soft and hardening cock
to my mouth.  My arms trapped above me, I opened up and brought him closer
to me.  I used my tounge to pick him up and take him in, then sat there as
he slowly grew hard inside my mouth.  When he was fully erect he began to
use his hips to thrust, and I used the same technique that the manager had
shown me with his cock.  A few drops of precum began to leak inside me, and
I lapped them up and swallowed, pushing my tounge against the bottom of his
shaft like I had been shown.  He wasted no time, just thrusting and taking
advantage of my inability to resist or move.  He continued to pump just like
before, occasionally using his hands to guide me or move my head against his
thrusts.  I felt the full head against my tounge and ground against it,
doing as I was told and milking him of his precum, grinding away for another
ten minutes.  Only this time, rather than feeling the deep tightness and
pulsing of his cock against my tounge before he came, he pulled out and
moved his hand to his cock and begain stroking feverently.  A few inches in
front of my mouth he shuddered and convulsed, leaving me waiting with my
mouth slightly open for what came next.  A blast of cum shot straight into
my mouth and took me by surprise, and I coughed slightly.  This did nothing
to prevent the next couple of blasts which landed straight into my mouth or
on my cheeks.  Not knowing what to do, I held the cum that landed into my
mouth as he continued to blast onto my face and lips.  As he shuddered, he
moaned, "Oh....God!!!"
	One hand on my head and the other on his cock as he stroked, he finished,
the last few drops falling short of my lips and landing on my chest or legs.
  Moaning, he withdrew and stood there in his own pleasure of having just
cum.  I was left again to sit there with cum in my mouth and all over my
face!  Only a drop or two falling and landing on the floor, he came out of
his ecstacy and looked at me.  I was kneeling there with many strands
coating my face and a mouthful of cum, an uncomfortable look on my face as I
waited to do something with it.  I didn't care if I spit or swallowed,
sitting there with it in my mouth was torture!
	Finally he gave in to my expression and said, "Okay.....man that was
amazing....you can swallow now!"
	Another order to swallow!  I frowned.  Oh well, it was better than sitting
there holding it in my mouth, so again I gathered my strength and swallowed.
  My stomach began to ache as I sat there, captive.
	The security guard was quick with me and now they both stood there looking
at me, admiring their new prize.  Finished cleaning up, the security guard
gathered himself and exchanged a few comments with the manager before he
left.  The door closing, the manager came close to me and put his hand on my
chin, giving me a look over, admiring their work.
	"Well John, you've done a great job for your first day.  But before I can
let you go, we have to make a deal.  If you tell anyone about this, or you
don't come back, we report you.  It's not going to be so bad. Just show up
and you'll have this behind you.  Deal?"
	I thought about this.  It meant being this man's toy, sucking some more
cock and more, but I was strangely comfortable with this idea compared with
getting arrested.  As another drip of cum hit the ground, I gave my
reluctant answer.  "Okay.  I'll do what you want."
	I felt shamed, sitting there in front of this man with cum dripping off of
me, chained to the ceiling.  Somehow it was better than getting arrested and
I knew it, so I gave in.  After hearing my answer, he reached up to the
chains on the ceiling and released them.  My arms came down in front of me,
sore from their suspension.  He keyed both the locks on the handcuffs and my
hands came free.  Rubbing the marks on my wrists from my recently freed
hands, he said, "Good choice!  You can clean up and go home.  Just make sure
that you're back here next Saturday morning."
	I nodded as he walked over to the desk and tossed me a towel.  After it
landed in my hands, I wiped the current load of cum off of my face and
chest, still having dried drops from the first load left on me.   I walked
over to my clothes after cleaning up the best I could and dressed.  When I
had finished the manager looked back at me from his desk and said, "You did
well today.  Remember our deal, and be back here on time.  After that you
are free, so don't mess up!"
	I looked at him and nodded, still not completely cleaned up, but I was
eager to leave and still didn't believe what I had done or what kind of
situation I was in.  I walked out of the office and headed for the bathroom
to clean off the remaining traces of dried cum off my face, and after I was
finished and satisfied with the way I looked I left the store and started on
my way home.  That night I went to sleep barely able to believe the events
of that day and wondering what would happen that next week.  I felt glad
that I wasn't in jail like the manager had said I would be if I had been
treated like the average shoplifter, but I still wasn't able to bring myself
to accept what I had just done.  I decided that it was the best choice that
I was given, and that it was my own fault for getting caught, and I went to
sleep, my mind distracted by what might await me next week.



To be continued....