Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2012 20:40:01 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: BOBBY AND ANDY 3

OH FUCK!!!


OH FUCK!!! Im going to die was my only thought, the second was remembering
that a number of Post Offices up and down the country had been robbed just
as this was about to be and all of them with guns involved. I did not
remember anyone getting shot which was some comfort I guess.

Behind the gun was a 6ft.2 thug dressed in black, with matching "bank
robbers" balaclava. All I could see was his mouth and eyes and they were
looking at me as though saying, "get back inside wanker."

He said. "Get back inside wanker!" But he added to all those persons
present, "MOVE and I will shoot this guy. Put your hands up all you fuckers
and don't touch any alarms." My first prayer was for everyone to listen to
this thing otherwise a bit of lead would scramble what I called a brain. I
felt sure that "Al Capone" was more than willing to pull the trigger to get
what he wanted. Oh HOW I wished I was 10 foot tall and the worlds strongest
man and could beat the crap out of him and the twat behind him. This berk
was a mere 5 6, but he had a gun as well which bought him up to 6 foot +
stature.



"Ok Robbie go!" That was code for Robbie to go into the Post Office bit and
rob it.

"Cummon Robbie hurry, we aint got much time!" Neither have I if you pull
that trigger too hard I thought. All I could hope for is that they would
get what they came for and get the fuck out.

"Robbie! COME ON, fill the bags for fucks sake!" But Robbie had to deal
with the Post Master who was oblivious to the gun pointing at my head said
in that way of the "angry" Englishman.

"This is not acceptable young man and you and your companion should leave
NOW!"  He stood looking at "Robbie."

Oh shut up and let them have the money for fucks sake. It cant be much and
if they go, I live, so do we all.

Oh no not at all, not fuckwit Post Master. He was making a stand.

"Look here young man, I fought in the war and I saved you so you could be
free. I think you should respect that.

Robbie said, "Thanks mate for all you done and I am free, now open the safe
or that guy gets it, ok?. Robbie pointed at me and I looked at PM and told
him with my eyes, OPEN THE FUCKING SAFE YOU TWAT!

Post Master at last gave up and did as he was told much to my
relief. Robbie emptied the contents of the safe into his "Walmart?"
shopping bag and told "Capone";

"Dun it."



Thank fuck for that I thought, now they would go and leave us alone. No
chance. Freddy ripped out all the wires that he could get to and with the
gun still at my head told the group. "I'm taking this guy and if anyone
tries anyfink, I will shoot him. DON'T call the fuzz." The twat forgot that
even grandma's had mobiles these days, so did I.



They took me out and bundled me into the back of their van and Robbie sat
opposite me with his gun pointed at my guts. There was a makeshift curtain
behind Freddy which hid him from my view and I assumed so he could take his
hood off. He crunched the gears and we shot off.

 I tried to think of the way he was taking us and was surprised when he
seemed to turn down our lane in which case we would pass our house! We
carried on for a short time and then he slammed the brakes on and made a
sharp right turn off road and I could hear branches bang up against the
van. We stopped and Freddy got out and opened the back doors.

"Ok Robbie, put the blindfold on and tape him." and to me, "make a stupid
move and I will finish you." I had no intention of making ANY move other
than what they wanted me to make.

Blindfolded and taped up with my arms behind me I was pulled out of the van
and lead into another. There I sat and listened to them covering the first
van and I assumed changing clothes. As I concentrated I became a little
more relaxed about my situation for two reasons. One, as we drove from the
post office I was not blindfolded and although the guy with me had his hood
on I could see his eyes and his body language and realized he was shit
scared, in fact he was almost in tears. I also felt sure he had ginger hair
as most gingers I had seen had hazel or green eyes. His was green. He was
also shifting about all over the place and gave me the impression he was as
nervous as hell. If there was ever a chance for me to have a go at him I
felt I could over power him. The second reason was they were taking a lot
of effort not to show me their faces. I was trying to convince myself that
if they intended to finish me they would not take so much care? Wishful
thinking maybe, but I had to think positive as well. The one thing I WAS
sure about if I was going to be shot it would be by Freddy. I was sure
Robbie could not do it. Another thing I was sure of was that Freddy was
black. His eyes and mouth told me that.



Coming out of the woods we turned right onto the lane and fuckwit Fred
drove like hell down it, I guessed we were heading for the M3 and once
there I had to work out if we were heading for London or south towards
Southampton. It would take about 10 minutes to get there. As we approached
where I assumed we were going Fred slowed down and finally stopped, turned
right and I knew we were on a main road and after a short drive we went
onto the motorway and I was sure now heading towards Southampton. I was
proved right when Fred shouted to Robbie that he needed fags and pulled off
at the Fleet services. He parked, told Robbie to shoot me if I caused
trouble, slammed the door and went to get his fags. I now had the chance to
talk to Robbie.

"Robbie?"

"Shut up don't fuckin say nufink."

"Come on mate we are all in the shit, but I could end up dead. Let me go
please?"

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" His voice broke as he screamed at
me. "Just shut the fuck up." I could hear him moving about, he was wound up
like a spring. Would he use his gun? Don't push it Bobby I advised myself
and took no notice.

"Look mate I don't know what you look like so I can't identify either of
you, so why not just let me go? If your caught at least I can say you
helped me Robbie."

SLAP, fuck that hurt.

"If you say any more I will beat the crap out of you. SHUT UP!" I heard the
break in his voice again.

"Don't say any fink, please!!"

PLEASE? Oh yes, Robbie was shitting himself as well as me, worth knowing
that, I hoped. I felt my mobile vibrate in my pocket. Thank goodness it was
not on ring tone. I guessed it would be Andy as by now surely he had been
told what had happened and the police involved?



Back on the motorway I concentrated as never before and after 15 minutes
Fred slowed down and turned onto a slip road. It must be Basingstoke
surely? On we went and soon drove into traffic and even if I was not
certain where we were it was obviously a town, but just where I did not
know. Must be Basingstoke it,s the biggest town coming this way from our
home and we were driving for some time in traffic. After some more driving
we seemed to be going down residential streets as we kept turning and going
over speed bumps. Finally we stopped. Fred got out of the van with the
engine still running, then got back in and drove into what I guessed was
our destination. He stopped the engine and got out again. I heard gates
close. They bundled me out and lead me into a building along what seemed a
corridor, then down some stairs. At the bottom Fred told me to sit and
don't move. I sat and stayed absolutely still. Was this it? Am I going to
be shot? Was I going to be murdered for the sake of a few quid? I was
crapping myself and it must have showed.

"You cooperate mate and I will let you live, fuck me up and your very
dead." That was Fred of course. I was convinced Robbie could not do
it. Still, I did relax a little and told myself to "cooperate", my life
could depend on it. They walked away and I heard a door close and
locked. There was no way I could get to my phone with my hands duck taped
behind my back. I felt around me, but found nothing to try to cut through
the tape. I seemed to be in the middle of a room sitting on a box. The BOX!
Maybe that had a rough edge I could use. I was about to move when I heard
the lock and someone come in. In fact it was both of them. Fred pulled my
blindfold off and I held my breath praying they had their hoods on. I
looked up,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, phew they did.

"Right we are keeping you here as hostage and if the fuzz finds us and they
start shooting so do I understand?" I nodded my head, but he had not
finished yet. "Two things get you wasted, one the fuzz comes knocking, two
you misbehave. GOT IT?" Again I nodded. "Stand up!"

 Up I stood. They took off the tape and replaced it with handcuffs on my
right wrist and clamped the other to a radiator, one of those old fashioned
cast iron type.

"Freddy?"

"What?"

"Can I have some water and a bucket? I need a piss." I asked my captor.

"Ronnie get him what he wants." He ordered and left.

Ronnie came back with a bottle of water and a bucket, I drank half of it
down and waited for him to go so I could pee. He stayed were he was and as
I was now busting I had no option but to take Andy's wedding present out
and piss. The look on Robbies face could have been comical in other
circumstances.

"Fucking hell your well built! Wish I had one like that."

"Yeah well look, but don't touch, my boyfri..............! Fuck, what have
I just said?

"Boyfriend? You gay then?" He asked.

"Non of your business, just let me out of this shit hole. You don't have
the right to hold me. Who do you and shit face think you are? Fuck off."
That was pushing it, but suddenly I found myself getting angry with this
turd. A piece of shit who even I could take out if I was free too. I also
thought he would not do anything, well not shoot me anyway.

He went out and locked the door. I looked around me. I already knew I was
in a basement, but were for fucks sake? There was all sorts of junk in the
room and quite a few tools, both mechanical and carpentry, but all out of
reach. At least he had left the light on and I felt slightly less
insecure. I wondered what the time was and what was happening at home.



Quite a lot had and was happening. After the police had been informed all
hell broke loose and the whole village was locked down. The post master
told them who I was and they went round to the house, but of course no one
was in. Eventually they found out about Andy and the first thing he knew
about what had happened was when the police grabbed him at work and brought
him home. Once inside they searched the whole place while Andy begged to
know what the hell was going on and, "where is Bobby?" It transpired our
brave post master only told the police he was convinced I was part of the
hold up! He may have fought in the war, but I wonder on which side?
Eventually they worked out that I was in fact kidnapped and had no idea
where the hell I was or indeed the gang. They did not even find the first
getaway van and were looking for a white ford transit as told by the people
in the post office, but in fact we were in a small toyota blue van. The
cops told Andy to stay by the phone in case anyone called and also get
someone around to stay with him. A cop would be outside.

Andy poor boy was in a dreadful state and just paced around the house
asking me to come home! Eventually he used his head and called Colin.



Colin and Gary were in bed cuddled up together after a day off of fun. They
had been at it for sometime and had dropped off to sleep when Andy
called. Colin got out of bed to answer it. Gary told him to hurry, "I want
to try that again!"



"WHAT! Oh my goodness we will be right over!" Gary was not best pleased to
hear that, got out of bed and, still naked, went to the lounge.

"Whats up?" Colin told him and turned the tv on.

"Go and get dressed dear, Andy needs us." The news about me did not come on
by the time they were ready to leave.

They got there in record time and as Andy opened the door for them broke
down in tears. When he told Colin that he had tried to phone me Colin
suggested he didn't anymore.

"We don't know how much battery life he has on his phone and i'm sure if he
is able he will call, but in any case they have most probably taken it off
him Andy. We just have to sit it out, but don't worry we will be here all
the time. Gary put an arm around my man which he found a comfort. So there
they sat watching the news on tv. Colin called David and spoke to
Carl. They could not get away, but said they would be over as soon as they
could get cover.



Meanwhile, back in the not so "Ok Corral" I was wondering what the hell I
could do. I could hear footsteps above me and thought it was safe to get my
phone out. It was in my right hand pocket of my track top. After a struggle
I got it out and flipped it open. FUCK no signal! Not only that it was
nearly flat. Shit! After what seemed hours Ronnie came back in with a cold
peice of pizza and his hood on and handed it to me.

"Where's Freddy then?"

"Upstairs getting pissed." He said and that cheered me up no end.

"Does he fall asleep after a drink or ten?"

"No, he can drink shit loads."

I would have to work on this fucker, he was my only hope.

"You know you are in deep shit don't you. I know I can't do anything about
it, but some time you and he will get caught and if he kills me it will be
life for both of you."

"We won't get caught Robert Wiseman."

"I guess we are all in the news then?"

"Yep and we know we wont get caught they think we are still in the
transit. We hid it well." He seemed really pleased with himself which was
not a good sign, for me anyway. There was a bang on the floor above.

"I gotta go, let me know when you want another piss." He moved the bucket
away from me and went out. I thought about him. Is he gay? If he is maybe
thats my way out of here? Oh Christ what if...............?



It was not long before he came back. He sat down opposite me and looked at
my shorts. I covered myself with my one hand.

"You need both hands to hide that thing of yours." I looked at him and told
him if he tried anything I would kick the shit out of him and fuck the
consequences.

"You wont shoot me, only "fuckdust" upstairs would do that and are you
going to tell him your gay? Because I will tell him his post office hold up
man is a fucking queer? Now do yourself a favour, go and get that shit
pissed then come back and let me go. I still don't know who you are and
can't identify you."

"But you will know where we live and you will have the cops round in no
time. No, your stuck until Freddy thinks it's safe to let you go. I can
help if I can suck you off. I want your cock in my mouth and up my ass."

 Ronnie, now safe, was much more confident and knew he had the upper
hand. He was saying he would help me. All he wanted was sex with me and if
that was what it would take to get free then thats what would happen, but I
knew as well it could end Andy and me. Would he understand it was my only
way out to save my life and get back to him?

Strange really, get held up and the only possible way out is to have sex
with one of your captors! You could not write a story about that for fucks
sake!



"Okay, but you have to get him totally pissed first then come back down. I
will have sex with you, but you have to let me get free as well and I mean
before we have sex. I needed to show him what I had again.

"Hand me the bucket." He got it and I got my cock out. The last thing I
needed was a piss, but I knew he would love a look and I gave him a good
one before putting it back.

"Fuck I can't piss. Maybe later if you bring drink down?" He looked at me
and I could see by his eyes he was more than keen. He went out and forgot
to lock the door he was so excited about what could happen.

Now what? Fuck, get lucky Bobby. I looked around again. There were so many
tools, but all out of reach, or were they? Yep, they were. All I can hope
to do was bullshit myself out of this, but it may mean having sex with
him. Oh Christ Andy forgive me please?



I heard talking and guessed it was the two of them unless someone eles was
in the house. Robbie came back and I could see he was pissed off.

"He is still awake. He wont be asleep for hours yet and then only sleeps
lightly. "Fuck it."

Well at least I had some more time to think without me having to fuck
him. I shuddered at the thought and then I had one.

"First things first Robbie get me that bar." I pulled on my cock and got it
semi, he looked, swallowed and kept looking.

"Come on mate we are both gagging for it." I just hoped this was working.

"What if he catches us? We are both dead." Robbie was as desperate as me,
but in much different ways.

"NO NO, we can get out and fuck off together Robbie. We can take the money
and go anywhwere. Come on mate i'm going to cum soon. I'm so FUCKING
horny."



"You got a partner, it was on the news. You don't want me, all you want is
to get me to let you go. You don't want me, but I wont you and that cock up
my ass." He was looking at me with desperate eyes.



I sat back down on the box. I was completely fucked and no idea how I was
going to get out of this now?

"Ok Robbie, but your not coming anywhere near me, I will kill you before
fuck shit gets to me. Now fuck off and be proud that you are a total
prick. You cunts go around and fuck peoples lives up and for what? A few
quid thats all, A FEW FUCKING QUID. I could get you out of this mess if you
let me get free. Still, enjoy prison because thats were you and dopey will
end up."

I was desperate, but at least I would not lower myself to this twats
level. He went out locking the door this time. I just sat there completely
at a loss.



After what seemed hours the door was unlocked and Robbie came in. He did
not have his hood on.