Note from the author: Warning! Explicit content!
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My heart was racing and my limbs were shaking.
I was in such a panic, I thought I'd suffer a stroke and pass out.
I tried to escape my captor, but these bonds...they were inescapable.
I tried to yell, but the disgusting gag he'd stuffed in my mouth muffled my screams.
How the hell did it turn out like this?!
How could I have been so stupid...so, shortsighted?
With my current and future well-being in this stranger's hands, thoughts and memories came flooding in.
This wasn't what was supposed to happen! This wasn't the plan!
Chapter 1 - The Break-In
The plan was simple enough, or so I thought.
My friend and his fellow gang members had explained to me what I needed to do in order to gain access to their group.
I'd never done this before, but since they all went through the same test and succeeded, I figured my own challenge would be no different.
I was supposed to find a house, break into it and come out with a few items of value to present to the ringleader.
I was also gonna be accompanied by my friend and two of his fellow gang members. They weren't gonna be there to help me though. They'd just be there to make sure I didn't chicken out or cheat my way out of the initiatory challenge.
Okay, I know I was kinda looking for trouble...
But I mean, what was I supposed to do?!
I just lost my job and had no family to speak of. Sure, I was a good looking, twenty year old guy. If I'd wanted to, I could have found some job as a mechanic in a garage somewhere. But being young and stupid, I wanted to do something dangerous.
I wanted to go the extra mile, so-to-speak.
I wanted to be able to look at my son and tell him that his daddy did some pretty bad ass stuff back in the day.
Unfortunately, life has a way of biting you in the ass when you least expect it.
So much for being bad ass...
On Friday night, I get a call from my buddy telling me this was my big night.
I either made it into the gang, or didn't. Obviously, the first choice was the only real option.
By eleven o'clock, I had my bag packed.
I didn't bring much...just the essentials: A pocket knife, some rope, a roll of extra wide duct tape, a flashlight, a rag and the small vial of chloroform that I'd managed to get a hold of.
I didn't wanna hurt anyone and didn't want any complications. Getting my hands on those few ounces of the organic compound, was a huge burden off my shoulders.
I'd find a quiet house...hopefuly one with an old lady living in it, use the chloroform to get her to fall asleep, tie her hands up and gag her. Then I'd just find a few things to steal and rush out.
By the time she woke up to call the police, we'd be long gone.
I put on my darkest clothes, covered my hands with a pair of leather gloves and brought along a black face mask...like the ones you see in the movies.
I was ready for the test.
My future gang buddies arrived in front of my place at midnight sharp.
Right away, I got in their car and we drove to the other side of town.
We ended up patrolling street after street, until finally, two hours later, I chose the house I was gonna rob.
It was a medium-sized house, located on one of the more quiet streets of the neighborhood.
The lights were all dark inside and there was no car parked in the spacious driveway.
I knew these homes all had these fancy alarm systems, so I'd have to sneak in by the back.
Hopefully, finding an entry point wouldn't be too difficult.
I signaled the guys to stop the car, indicating the house that I'd chosen.
The three of them looked on for a minute before nodding their heads approvingly.
"Do it fast" the driver told me, making me understand that they wouldn't wait on me for very long.
"Don't worry, I will." I responded, nervous but confident.
"Yo Jake!" my buddy called out as I was about to step out the car.
I turned to look at him and our eyes locked in a solemn, meaningful fashion. "Good luck." he told me, extending his fist for us to complete the gang's signal greeting.
"See you guys soon." I finally said, slipping my face mask on and quietly exiting the parked vehicle.
This was it.
I ran past the driveway and into the house's large backyard.
To my surprise, the yard was lined with a tall wooden picket fence.
It was private enough for me not to have to worry about nosy neighbors watching out for each other.
Picking this neighborhood was a good choice, I congradulated myself.
All these single-story houses were pretty low and the tall fence provided a more than adequate coverage.
It didn't stop there. Things just seemed to get better and better.
The back patio was open a crack, as were all the windows.
It made sense...after all, this was a pretty warm day for this time of the year.
Even now, the night air was warm and humid.
Getting inside the house would be a piece of cake, but obviously, I had more than that to worry about.
My hopes that the house would be a vacant one, quickly vanished and were replaced with the realisation that I'd have to deal with whoever was inside.
The first thing I did after quietly entering the house, was reach for the bottle of chloroform in my bag and let the compound soak into the rag I'd brought.
Whoever was in here, I'd make short work of them.
If I didn't have the chloroform with me, I'd have opted to try and steal without any contact with whoever was sleeping in the bedroom.
But I didn't wanna risk being surprised in the act...so my choice was obvious: use the chloroform, then steal what you can and get out.
Even if the victim woke up while I had the rag pressed to his or her face, it would be a short struggle.
This stuff was really potent and besides, I was in pretty good shape.
Even if there was a guy in there, I was confident I could handle him.
I prowled around the house, using all the stealth and guile I could muster.
My heart was thumping in my chest. I kept telling myself that I was in control.
When I remembered that my friend and his buddies out there wouldn't wait on me forever, I decided to press forward and get on with it.
Finally, I arrived in what seemed like the only bedroom of the house.
I was thankful for the soft moonlight as it bathed the room in a soft hue, exposing the large queen-size bed and the single occupant lying on it.

I didn't need to get much closer to recognise it was a guy. I couldn't see his face clearly and since he was partially sleeping under the white sheets, I couldn't see his whole body either. Even with the moonlight filtering through the blinds, the room was still pretty dark. It was hard to make out what kinda of a guy I was gonna be dealing with.
I took a deep breath, and after conjuring up all the courage I had left, I went for the kill.
I quietly put my backpack down to the floor, poured some more solution into the rag and jumped on my victim.
Even as I jumped on him and pressed the chloroform-soaked rag to his face, he didn't move.
It took a good second for the guy to wake up and understand what was happening.
When I realised he'd woken up, I pressed the rag tighter over his face and attempted to use my well-developed body to keep him pinned to the mattress.
That's bascially when everything came falling apart...
As the guy woke up, I started realising my mistake.
He was big...really big!
Leave it up to me to chose the only house on the street with a muscular 230 lbs guy as the sole occupant.
In less than a second, the dude was fully awake and I found myself being overpowered.
Before I knew it, the guy had his massive arms and legs wrapped around me, rendering my limbs totally useless.
The compound-soaked rag fell to the floor and all hopes I had of taming this stud, vanished into thin air.
I tried fighting him, tried squirming out of his vice-like grip.
The huge stud just flipped me over and pinned me underneath his bodyweight.
He was naked, only a pair of tight briefs covering his junk.
As he layed there, on top of me, I could feel his hard member against my ass.
I was freaking out! I'd lost control!
The more I tried to fight him off, the tighter he wrapped his muscular limbs around me.
I tried to shake him off, but the dude was so big and heavy that my attempts were in vain.
At one point, he tried bringing his arm up around my neck.
He wanted to get me in a choke hold.
I managed to twist around and almost succeeded in getting off the bed, but before I could get away, he grabbed me and pulled me back in.
I fought like a cornered animal, but he was holding me so close, I couldn't even swing any punches.
I struggled and struggled and somehow I ended up with my face inside his armpit.
He clamped his big bicep on my face, locking my head into his armpit and muffling my protests.
With my face and nose pressed against the guy's moist skin, I couldn't breathe properly.
My limbs inevitably got weaker and by the time the dude had me in a choke hold, I had no more fight left in me.
I remember a painful sensation around my neck.
I remember a terrible headache and then...nothing.
Everything went blank.