The Thief's Initiation

Lawrence edged his way across the rooftop, a black-clad shadow almost invisible against the night sky. The wind howled around him, sending his dark hair blowing across his eyes as he moved closer to the wide skylight in front of him. He settled down beside it and tried to steady his nervous breathing. He felt absolutely terrified. With shaking hands he unraveled the thick roll of rope and then took a small instrument from his pocket and started to cut into the glass. He paused to wipe sweat from his forehead and wondered if this was really such a good idea.

Here he was, breaking into the house – no, the very bedroom of Sir Francis, a particularly wealthy, well-known and dangerous man, to steal a huge diamond which hung on a golden chain around the man’s neck at all times, even when he was sleeping which hopefully he was right now – if not, Lawrence was going to find himself in a world of trouble.

And why was he stealing this jewel? Well, money was part of it, of course, even if the spoils would be significantly less once split between the entire gang. Ah yes, that was why he was doing this - to be fully initiated into the gang of thieves! This was the task they’d given him, if he could do this then they would accept him with open arms.

He loved this gang. They had fancy devises and suave outfits which were perfect for blending into the night whilst out thieving. Before joining this gang he’d just been a pickpocket on the street, but now he felt classy. A sophisticated criminal. And he had to get this task right, or they’d get rid of him, and there was no way that he was going to allow himself to end up back on the streets snatching wallets for a living.

There were guards walking throughout the house and the grounds, so this seemed the best way to go about getting into Sir Francis’ bedroom undetected. It was impossible to get to the man during the day - he always had people around him and anyway, as good a pickpocket as Lawrence was, he’d decided he’d much rather do this while the man was unconscious.

He snapped out of his reverie as the glass panel of the skylight finally came free. He pushed it to one side as quietly as possible and peered into the dark room, dimly lit by an oil lamp and the moons glow which came in past Lawrence through the skylight, as well as through the tall windows. Just as he’d planned and hoped, Lawrence found that the rich man’s bed was directly below the skylight. The man was sleeping on his back, arms sprawled above his head, a hand curled up next to his cheek. Lawrence had never noticed how sexy he was. He looked a lot younger up close, and his face was beautiful, his lips slightly parted and disheveled wisps of blonde hair laying across his eyes and his cheek. His sleeping features gave him a gentleness not often associated with him, and very far removed from his domineering and arrogant reputation. He looked so vulnerable laying there, his slender torso and long legs outlined by the thin sheet that covered him, and Lawrence wondered if he was naked under there. The thief felt arousal and excitement boil up inside at the thought of how he was going to be so close to him without the man knowing, violating his privacy. He felt a tightness at his crotch which sent adrenalin pumping throughout him and set him into action.

In Lawrence’s mind all he had to do was rig up a pulley system with the ropes, elegantly drop down into the room and come to a stop suspended horizontally mere inches above the sleeping man like some sort of ninja, then unhook the jewel from the prone figure. Simple.

He tied rope around his limbs and his middle as well as securely fastening it to the roof. He felt like a puppet on strings as he leapt into the room below. But something went hideously wrong. Maybe he’d been sidetracked by his growing arousal, maybe the wind and sudden droplets of rain had distracted him or maybe his rope manipulating skills were not as amazing in this night-time darkness as he’d thought. Either way he felt the rope suddenly twist awkwardly around him and dig into his skin, forcing his legs to bend at the knee and forcing his arms sharply behind his back. He gasped in pain and shock, and then bit his lip to keep himself quiet. He stared with wide, panicked eyes at the man that was dangerously close to him now, Lawrence was hovering just above him. But Sir Francis was still curled up asleep and so Lawrence held perfectly still, afraid of waking him up. He took deep breaths and then gave his bonds an experimental tug only to find that he could barely move at all. He struggled wildly, frantic to untangle himself, or at least reach the sheathed knife which he knew he had in his back pocket but he was unable to reach it and his struggling only seemed to make the situation worse, the rope tightened around him, twisting his shirt with it and pulling it down over his shoulder. He felt dots of rain against his bare skin.

Lawrence watched helplessly as the rain dripped on the bed and inevitably fell on the rich man’s face. Slowly he opened his eyes. His brows knotted in confusion, then his eyes widened and his body tensed when he saw Lawrence. He seemed unable to speak, his mouth opened but no words came out as he shrunk back against the bed. He stared up at the man dangling just above him, then turned and looked at the door. Lawrence could hear the sound of talking just outside but knew these guards didn’t know he was in here or they would have rushed in already. All it would take would be a shout from the man below him and it would all be over, there was no escape. Helplessness and fear gripped him as he realised there was no way to stop himself getting caught, he was going to go to prison for a long time, and this man would ‘pull strings’ as it were, to make sure his time there would be a living hell. Lawrence looked back down to find that Sir Francis was staring at him again, but his lips were slowly twisting into a grin as he realised the thief’s predicament.

“All it’ll take is a shout from me and they’ll rush in and kill you,” the man whispered. Lawrence closed his eyes tightly in terror as his panic grew. Forget prison, he was going to die here tonight, he could feel it. No-one would think twice about a dead thief. He wondered why the man hadn’t called the guards in already.

“If you make a sound yourself they’ll run in too.”

The rich man reached out and touched Lawrence’s face with his fingers, the entangled thief flinched and let out a yelp.

“Sshh,” Sir Francis warned, placing his hand over Lawrence’s mouth, “do you want them to come rushing in?” Lawrence stared at him with wide eyes, suddenly very aware of the man’s intentions. A hand stroked down his chest, sending him into renewed squirms and thrashing, all to no avail as the ropes refused to let him move properly. The hand found its way down to his crotch and embarrassment filled him as he realised his cock was still hard. Finger’s pushed their way under the material and began to stroke him. Panic and shame filled him as he cried out in anger and fear only to have something big and hard forced into his mouth as a makeshift gag. He soon realised it was the very diamond which he had been sent there to steal.

“I told you to be quiet. Is this the bauble you came here to take? Well now I’m going to steal something equally precious from you.”

The man removed his hand from Lawrence’s trousers as he sat up in bed and pushed aside his sheets. He was entirely naked and Lawrence immediately noticed the man’s arousal. The thief’s panicked cries were muffled by the jewel in his mouth as he started to struggle again with renewed energy, trying desperately to reach the knife in his back pocket.

Sir Francis laughed quietly to himself as he pulled at Lawrence’s shirt, trying to remove it despite it being trapped under the rope, and in the end settled for just revealing as much skin as possible. Lawrence’s fingers glided over the knife just as the rich man enthusiastically started working on undoing his trousers, oblivious to the blade hiding out of sight behind the thief.

Lawrence grabbed hold of the knife mere seconds before his trousers were pulled down his legs as far as they would go with the rope in the way. Sir Francis impatiently tore at the material, ripping it in several places, until the thief’s naked bum and arousal were on display.

The rich man leant forward and snuck his arms around the thief as he grabbed an ass-cheek in each hand and leant forward to lick the arousal in front of him. He took it into his mouth and started sucking.

Lawrence was so shocked he almost dropped the knife which he held precariously in his hand. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to ignore the sensations as he attempted to unsheathe the knife. He heard the leather sheath drop onto the bed and feared that the man would hear it but he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy moaning around Lawrence’s cock to hear or pay much attention to anything else. He held tightly onto the thief’s round ass-cheeks, pulling them apart and slipping a finger inside.

Lawrence bit down on his gag and desperately started hacking at his bonds, very aware of what would be replacing those invasive fingers very soon if he didn’t escape quickly. Sir Francis reached across with one hand to a bedside table, never stopping the movements of his finger inside the thief and Lawrence watched in horror as the man eagerly coated his own dick in lubricant.

It seemed a race against time, as the man shifted himself into position under the struggling thief, whose hands were entangled so badly in rope that any movement - let alone cutting with a knife - was extremely difficult.

Sir Francis’ hands gripped Lawrence’s legs as he pushed his hips up. Lawrence felt sharp pain and cried out, his shouts still muffled by his gag, as the rich man forced himself deep into him. Sir Francis laid down in the bed, his head flung back and his hands clawing at his bed sheets as he writhed in pure pleasure, moaning as he pushed up into his captive.

The intense pain made Lawrence body tense and his hands clench and he found himself loosing his grip on the knife. The rain was still dripping through the open sky-light above and his hands and the knife itself were wet and slippery. He fumbled desperately to get hold of the knife again, barely noticing the sharp edge cut the back of his right hand, until finally he managed to catch the metal blade between his middle and fore-finger. The man below him thrust up again, almost making him drop the knife again and he pinned the knife with his palm against his back.

Several more thrusts and Lawrence managed to grab the hilt tightly in his hand and started to cut through the rope restraining his other hand. The man below sat up again and nuzzled his face into Lawrence’s neck, kissing and biting the skin. One hand clutched the thief’s waist and the other snaked its way down to Lawrence’s cock and began pumping it again. Lawrence tried to keep his attention on the knife but all these other sensations were all mingling together into a dizzying ball of pleasure, even the agonizing pain of being fucked had faded into discomfort and was now starting to feel good. It didn’t help that he was attracted to this man who was currently shivering with ecstasy and was mewling in a deceptively submissive kind of way, against his neck.

But the thought of what would happen to him once Sir Francis had finished playing with him was enough to get his concentration back on track and he felt the first rope give way and release his left arm. He unraveled the rope from his wrist and quickly swapped the knife to his left hand and started cutting at the rope holding his right hand.

Sir Francis pressed their bodies firmly together, wrapping his arm around the small of Lawrence’s back, whose arousal was now pressed between the other mans stomach and hand. Sir Francis’ movements became erratic, as he moaned and gasped against Lawrence’s neck. He pulled away slightly, biting his lip to keep himself quiet and looked down at Lawrence’s arousal as he continued to fondle it in his hand. His eyes closed as the wave of release crashed down over him.

Lawrence was close to coming, he could feel himself approaching the edge and wished the man would stop groping and fucking him. He was trying to escape here, his very life was on the line! Finally he felt the blade slide through the final threads of the rope and Lawrence acted on automatic, self preservation taking over as his mind lost its control under the constant attention to his cock.

His arms swung forward, the knife pressed close against Sir Francis’ neck as his other hand grabbed the rich man’s shoulder and pushed him down roughly into the bed.

He was still suspended in the air, rope still around his torso and his legs, but the movement of his recently freed arms had unraveled some rope somewhere and he dropped down hard against Sir Francis, impaling himself even deeper onto the cock of the terrified, writhing man below him and sending an orgasm rocketing through him. It was a wonder he didn’t accidently slit the mans throat then and there.

He reached up and ripped the diamond from his mouth, gasping for breath, then he quickly looped his prize around his neck on it’s golden chain.

Sir Francis was shaking and trying to peer down to see the knife. He opened his mouth, whether it was to beg Lawrence to let him live, threaten him into removing the knife or shout for the guards, Lawrence never knew because he tightly pressed his hand over his mouth. Lawrence leant forward till his mouth was next to his ear and hissed, “Make a sound and I’ll kill you… move and I’ll kill you…”

Lawrence realised it was a bit strange to threaten someone’s life whilst they have their dick up your ass, so he carefully repositioned himself.

Lawrence, still shaking with the after effects of the orgasm and breathing heavily, reached out his arm and grabbed a nearby sturdy rope, leapt to his feet, and clambered upwards towards the skylight. He’s never climbed up a rope so quickly in his life. The second his knife had left Sir Francis’ neck, the man backed up against the head board and screamed for the guards whilst pulling up the sheets around him to hide his nudity and obvious arousal.

Lawrence’s feet had barely got over the skylight before the guards had entered the room. He dashed across the roof, half naked, and leaving behind ropes and equipment, and was out of the grounds in a heartbeat.

The other members of the Thieves gang were extremely impressed with him. No-one had ever stolen anything from Sir Francis before, and they’d never expected him to succeed. Lawrence never told anyone just what he had been through to get this enormous jewel.

And as sad as Sir Francis was to have such a priceless diamond stolen from him, he decided it was definitely worth it, and he never did put quite as much effect into finding the culprit as people expected him too. In fact, the thief was never caught at all and Sir Francis didn’t seem to mind.

They both got something they desperately wanted after all and it was quite a good trade, Sir Francis decided. Most expensive fuck he’d ever had though.

End.


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