Dealing with Thieves Part I the _s_e_x_ Thief


by Sukemnsee <Colinavdi@hotmail.com>

Call me stupid, idiotic or at the most generous plainly na´ve but I managed to get myself in a fix on my recent holiday in the sun. There was I, enjoying the permanent sun in this Spanish owned isle and I let my hormones run away with me. It could easily have been the vision of that swarthy Italian strutting his stuff around the beach and pavement cafes with the thickest stuffing I have ever seen in a pair of swim trunks. I was just wishing I knew enough Italian to ask him if it was all there waiting for me or whether that was the gorgeous effect of viagara. As usual, I did nothing except peer over the top of my book and dream of being ravaged. Then later, an innocent _c_o_c_k_tail at one of the music bars got me on heat for not only was there a gorgeous young Madrileno who as well as waiting table was a real touchy feely character and a constant live wire. Even more frustration was caused by his barman friend joining him on the little stage between acts and them doing a dance called the Ketchup song. The barman's jumping about had a profound effect on a very long protusion jumping in his pants with no evident restriction. It could have been all sorts of visions I had seen in the week but by the time I was headed to the only gay venue in the resort I was truly horny. As I approached the alleyway where the doorway was set, a big swarthy and _d_a_m_n_ good looking Spanish lad asked me if I was heading for the gay club. I said yes and he said he was pleased about this as he thought I was very _s_e_x_y and he hoped to get to know me. I could not resist such flattery and when he moved in close, I gave no resistance when his hand reached down for my package. A few seconds grope was all it took for him to feel a difference and my hands were soon exploring too. He suggested we moved to somewhere quieter and we tried one or two venues before we found somewhere quite deserted. As we approached the final spot, some intuition made me switch my wallet around pockets and pull 25 eurodollars from it and put in my ma! in pocket.

To cut this section short, basically, we got down to business and I used my oral skills to great advantage, by the time we had sort of swapped over, I was flying high and for a second I thought nothing of him easing my trousers completely off my spread legs and then he tried to bolt with them. I hung on to them as he lunged a blow at me to get away with them. Stop, I need them, I said. He pulled harder and I said are you trying to get my money, he said give me 50 euros, I said I only have 25 and pulled out the loose money. He grabbed it and left me to wallow in my own stupidity at falling for one of the oldest scams.

Two nights later, from my vantage point at the music bar despite the fact I was looking out for that barman and playing quite camp with the young waiter. I spotted the same guy cruising the area near the gay club. I decided to act and to get back at this _s_e_x_ thief.

Do not think for one minute, I was going it alone, a simple fight could easily leave me at death's door. I went out into the town and found one of the local policemen. In my best spanish, which is far from good, I tried to explain what had happened the other night. He said I was loco to go in places like this with men and I was lucky not to be in the hospital. He said he could arrest him if I formally made a statement, which he called a denuncio, but if it went to the judge, it would only be one word against another. He did agree though that this type of crime was against the friendly image they wished to make to attract the tourists. I thought and then I suggested that if I let the guy seduce me again, he could be waiting when the guy ran off with my money or clothing and there would be the proof. He liked this idea and said he would find this the best way to deal with this stain on the national character.

So, having shown the cop the place where we would expect to have our encounter, I slicked my hair differently and put in my contacts to make a difference from the night before and headed down for the club. Sure enough the guy approached me and it was not that flattering to know he was repeating the words of endearment that I had heard before, though it was no surprise to know I was still feeling horny. Once again we tried a couple of places before going into the derelict shop unit and down the stairwell. This time as we got amorous, I resisted the temptation to get straight down on him and instead gave him a lot of fierce nipple play. He kept trying to dissuade me from this although whether he wanted it or not he remained truly aroused. I then also made a play while going down to use my finger in his hole, meeting some resistance. By now I thought I had heard a distant sound which I hoped was the doorway a couple flights above and so I gradually gave way and satisfied both him and me orally. This time I had noticed that in our early touchy feely stage he had managed to feel the outline of my wallet in my pocket, he did not know though that I had carefully emptied it of contents earlier. Again he got me on my back and whilst working to keep me aroused, prised off my trousers, shoes and socks. And then he bolted, off with my trousers and up the stairs for escape and then that welcome sound of ?Que pasa Que? As my _s_e_x_ thief was taken by surprise and apprehended by the policeman. Lights flooded on overhead in the stairwell and he brought my brief encounter down the stairs, already his hands were secured behind his back. I suddenly felt very naked with all the light around. I was asked if the trousers were mine and I agreed. I also agreed that the trousers had been taken without my consent.

Bien, said the policeman, they will be good evidence in the court, now cover yourself with a sock in case people see us on the way to the police car. I was shocked, I expected to be putting my trousers back on as I had foolishly gone commando for this mission. No he said, these clothes are evidence that will send this cognon into the jail. Lets move it, we are off to the cabildo (courthouse). At this point, my assailant let forth a torrent of pleas in spanish and most of it was too fast for me to understand but the upshot was that my felon was desperate not to go back to the courthouse. The policeman explained there was no alternative as justice had to be done. The marauder tried to offer a _s_e_x_ual favour but this was laughed away instantly. He continued to plead and I also asked for the matter to be sorted out as I really wanted to be able to put on my trousers. The negotiations continued and suddenly I kept hearing a word I did not know which was zerrar to which the boy said definitely no but the more the arguments continued he finally said si, solo un poco. This turned out to be the verb to whip and the boy finally agreed to accept a little beating in place of going to the court house. I was told to remove all his clothing from him, so I had pleasure in taking off his trousers, briefs, socks and shoes. When I got to his shirt, I could only remove it from his torso and pull it back to the sleeves over his bound wrists behind his backs. The policeman produced a small pocket knife and cut away the boys vest completely. The boy vigourously protested so he used the cloth to make a gag which he tied around his head. I was then to assume a position sitting back near the bottom of the stairs and he was instructed to bend over facing in toward me so that his feet were flat and spread on the level floor and his head was resting against my lap. His arms remained bound and by now were above his back and effectively the highest point of his position.

The boy had been wearing a light moccasin style shoe and the policeman who had said we should call him El Jefe (the chief) picked this up and started rapidly slippering the boy.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

Within minutes of this rapidfire treatment, grunts and later screams were coming from behind the gag. He started to wriggle and as I looked across his bottom was becoming quite dark pink. El Jefe was taking care to cover all of this large meaty bottom SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

Then he told me to hold him more still, so I grabbed him firmly by the ears and pulled him into my crotch with his gagged mouth resting against my erect member. As I did this El Jefe started to move the spanks right down the boys thighs to just above his knees.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

The boy was now screaming and bit a hole in the gag which then made his noise audible. No more, No more he shouted, I only said a little. Thieves deserve whatever I give said El Jefe and he reapplied himself with vigour to the boy's butt.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

This was now quite dark red and during one of the screams, I had forced myself into his mouth. With all the slippering going on he was gasping quite a bit and I found this quite a turn on and felt quite close to coming. My free hand had steadily been teasing the boy's prick and this was now quite rigid.

El Jefe ordered him to stand up - So you like the spanking of your bottom he said, reaching down to the boys erection. He pushed the erection around a bit gently with the slipper and then put pressure on from the top down with a let go to make it bounce back a few times against his stomach, which only served to make it more rigid.

Suddenly he aimed the slipper at the side of his penis and slapped him sharply three times.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The boy screamed lustily and then he made a really strong full slap right into the base of his balls twice which really produced a yell.

SPLAT! SPLAT! AAAAGGHHHHH!!

The boy was now trying to cower away. El Jefe pulled him to his feet and grasped his hair and looked him in the eye. Are you going to be thief anymore, No No he gasped.

El Jefe reached down and held him firmly. If you want more treatment on this, you know I must never catch you thieving again. The boy squirmed and said No No Never again.

El Jefe released the boy's hands which flew to rub his red rump. He told him to bring over his money from the trousers. There was about 250 euros so he handed me 100 of them and told the boy he was taking fifty for himself because he was so good to the boy. The boy dared not protest. He was told to get dressed and go which he did remarkably quickly just leaving the tattered remains of his teeshirt behind.

I asked if I could now have my trousers but he refused. It is time now to deal with you for your stupidity in letting this boy attack you. I was shocked. I started to protest but realised that this might only serve to make worse whatever he had in mind for me. I was of course already almost naked. He made me lie flat on my back on the floor and stood over me. He undid his belt first and took it out of its loops. It was black and shiny about 8 cm wide. He also then stepped out of his trousers and boxer shorts and I had a lovely vision of a nice proportioned _c_o_c_k_. He turned around and I could see he had nice firm buttocks. He reached down and raised my legs back past him so that I was bent in two. He told me to hold them and not let them go.

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!

He rapidly started belting my exposed backside and each swipe felt like it was going right through me and was incredibly sharp pain. He kept adjusting my legs to expose different parts of my backside and I howled.

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!

Now he turned around and squatted facing me, resting his knees against the side of my chest. He nudged towards me and I wasted no time in taking him into my mouth. He stiffened quickly and was soon pumping my mouth. At the same time he had reached back with a hand and whilst rubbing my balls was also fingering the entrance to my hole.

Suddenly he pulled from my mouth and went and resquatted so he could thrust into my hole. I tensed instead of relaxed as he drove deep and then gave in as he started his piston action. Soon he was shooting away and whilst that was nice in many respects, I was scared as he had not used a condom. He pulled and squatted over my head again, just slapping me with his softening and sticky penis.

I tell you, he said, no more coming in these dark places, you could lose your life and not just money. He stood up and then released a stream of piss all over me. I know some people find that _s_e_x_y but I suddenly felt very dirty. With that he walked away and left me to myself. I wiped myself with the teeshirt and dressed, so glad to put on my trousers now and headed home for a long shower to freshen.

As I stood there, in the warmth and caressed myself with the shower gel, I wondered which part of the whole adventure had given me the most pleasure. I knew I was a slave to a meaty _c_o_c_k_ but I realised I had steadily enjoyed the boy getting beaten and had felt a sense of revenge. I resolved never to be so stupid again.

P. S. A few weeks later, I read a report that a guy had been committing _s_e_x_ual assaults against some young women and men. In the case of the men, part of the assault had involved beatings in each case to punish them for being man whores as one victim had expressed it. He had usually disguised himself as a policeman and expected them to call him El Jefe. The real Police hoped to catch and deal with him soon.


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