By: Tommyhawk1
The room was pitch black except for a square of white light. The window wasn't frosted, just a combination of outside lighting, indoor darkness, and glazing produced that uniform, white, unrevealing light. It formed a perfect square, clean, unbroken.
An oval form disrupted the whiteness, someone's head was on the other side, perched atop a hint of neck, and then, there were two such ovals. Shadows danced along the floor of the square, not as delineated as the heads, they made triangles that overlapped and broke each other... hands and arms were working at the bottom of the sash. The heads bent together in consultation to the tune of scratching metal and fracturing wood.
"Come on, man, hit it good!" one voice hissed.
"I'm hitting it. The motherfucker's not turning loose!"
"Go on and hit it. Nobody's home."
"I know that!"
"So hit the mother!"
Crunch!
"Yeah, that's moving it. Hit it again!"
"You hit it. My hand's sore!"
"Pussy! Fine, move over."
Thud! "Yeowch!"
"Now who's the pussy… pussy!"
"Shut the fuck up! Help me with this."
Crunch-crack-crack-ka-thoomp, and then a vibrating tone of an aluminum rod humming itself into silence.
"Yeah! That got it."
"Come on, open the mother up!"
Scritch-scritch-scritch-whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! The window rose up, surrendering its duty to defend the home, but not quietly.
"Come on, get in."
"So give me a hand up!"
"Here!"
"Uh-uh-hoo-HOOPH!" And now the whiteness was blackened entirely, the body slithering inside like some arthritic snake, caught halfway, teetered, and then fell inside, landing on the carpeting which muffled the sound that should have been a resounding thud.
"Damn, dude, you didn't have to shove me in!"
"Shut up and give me a hand in."
"So give me your hand," the guy inside offered.
A sliding-scraping sound, and they were both inside, and the white light was back now, bearing a black line near the top where the window had been opened completely up.
"Where the fuck's the light switch?"
"How the hell would I know?"
"Well, find it."
"You find it."
"Let's both find it."
A flick of a switch being thrown and the room was filled with light. Now you could see that the room was well-furnished, a delicate green on the walls, the bedroom furnishings were of dark, rich maple wood, the sheets on the bed were of soft, white silk, not the more common cotton, there was a painting on the wall of a green-faced man, bearing the unmistakable trademark of being an original work of art... and the more common things, a simple alarm clock, some books and an ashtray on the dresser.
The two intruders were revealed as being young, both about eighteen. They were alike in their hairstyle, cut short on the sides and longer on the top. Both were on the thin side of muscular. Both wore blue jeans and t-shirts, one guy's was green, the other guy's was pale blue.
They were looking at each other.
"Hey, man, you found it!" the one in the green shirt said, before he noticed that neither were standing anywhere near to a light switch.
Kli-klick! The unmistakable, unforgettable sound of a gun being cocked filled the air.
They turned and looked to see there was a third man in the room.
Older, brown-haired, heavily muscled, and holding a shiny, silver-plated rifle with the muzzle aimed in their direction, along with a scowl of anger on his face, bordering on fury. You'd think the fact that there were two of them and only one of him would have made him less threatening, but that logic goes out the window when the 'one' is an armed, angry man with a gun pointing in your direction.
"Shit!" said green shirt.
That seemed to sum it up for both of them; they raised their hands.
"I thought this house was empty," blue shirt said sheepishly.
"Yeah, my sister said they were in Europe," green shirt said in a whisper. "She works here as a nanny."
The scowl barely moved enough to let the words part the armed man's lips. "You two never heard of a house sitter before?"
"Oh," the two boys said in unison.
"Yeah," the man sneered. "God, but you're a pair of dumb shits. Your sister told you this house was empty, huh?"
"Uh, she just told me that she had the week off because the owners were away in Europe," green shirt babbled. "She didn't know Kyle and me were going to break in here, though, honest!"
"God, Jake, tell him my name, why don't you?" blue shirt said in exasperation, not realizing in his fear that he had just done the same thing.
"Kyle and Jake," the man nodded. "Want to give me your home addresses while you're at it, you couple of damned amateurs?"
"No, sir," both boys chimed.
"Please don't call the cops on us! We'll pay for the window; we just broke the frame on it," Kyle offered. "Bent it, actually. You can nail it back up and it'll be good as new, honest."
"I'm not going to call the cops." But the steely look in his eyes told them he wasn't letting them go, either.
"Oh, God!" Kyle breathed.
"Shut up!" Jake hissed at him.
"We are screwed! We are both so totally screwed!" Kyle moaned. "He's going to kill us and then put a pistol in our hands and say it was self-defense!"
"Shut up!"
"We are so totally screwed!" Kyle groaned.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Ah, fuck you!" Kyle turned instant rage onto his partner. "This was your idea. I just went along with it. I'll tell that to the cops and make a deal."
"He's not going to call the cops, remember?" Jake reminded him, snarling the words out.
"Oh, God!" Kyle was so pale, he looked like he was about to faint.
Jake looked at the gun again. "Man, please, just let us go," he said softly. "You don't want to kill us."
"Well, maybe I won't kill you," the man conceded.
Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.
"But I can't just let you two go, now can I?"
"Oh, god, we're so screwed!" Kyle said again. "We are both totally fucked."
"That's the idea," the man said.
"What's the idea?" Jake asked.
"Both of you totally fucked." The man's cock began to unfurl and snake down the leg of his pants.
Jake's eyes widened as he saw this. "No way," he breathed.
"Oh, God!" Kyle groaned. "He's going to rape us both, tie us up and fuck us. What are we going to do?"
"I'm not going to fuck you," the man clarified. "You are."
"Huh?"
"You two are going to fuck each other," the man said. "Put on a good show, and earn your freedom."
