My name is Timmy, and this story happened to me just after my 19th birthday. Im your average suburban teen, a little on the nerdy side. I like video games and comic books, and I run track. Im average height with light skin, shoulder-length blond hair, green eyes, freckles, and a slim runners build.
On night wile my mommy and daddy were out for dinner and a movie, I was alone, shirtless, in my bedroom, reading a Batman comic. It was one of my favorite comics. In it Robin is trapped and kidnapped by the Joker. The Joker takes Robin to a dirty old warehouse, and tied his thighs, knees, and ankles, as well as his wrists, elbows, and chest. I was deeply intrigued by the images of the bound and gagged boy wonder. They gave me a funny feeling. Some times when I looked at the tied up boy I got a tingly feeling in my weiner...
I thought, here was something almost sexual in the roped up Robin's young legs and fit little butt. After all, his outfit was basically tights and a pair of panties. He was a helpless young man bound in tights and panties. My heart began to quicken slightly as I imagined what it might be like to be in his position. I crossed my wrists behind my back, and thought about myself bound, and gagged in my underwear, helpless in the hands of a crazed criminal.
My fat young penis began to harden in my basket ball shorts, as I let my imagination run away. I couldn't help myself and I began stroking my penis through my cloths.
I saw myself bound and helpless, struggling in my skimpy little super hero outfit. Then hearing the Joker come it, laughing crazily, an evil smile on his face. He would bend me over a table, unbuckle my utility belt, and yank down my little green panties, and stockings, leaving them around my bound thighs. He'd slap my bare ass and hoot with glee wile he played with my hard young cock. Harley Quinn would be filming the entire thing, laughing about how "Batman was gonna boo hoo, at the screening of there the latest blockbuster, "The Rape Of Robin". Then the mean villein would unzip his fly, pull out his enormous veiny cock, grab my hips and...
I suddenly stopped touching myself and dropped my comic book to the floor. I had just heard my bedroom door open behind me. Turning I saw a burly, bald man with a beer belly, tattooed arms, and a long beard. He was a burglar, and he was aiming a pistol right at me.
The man told me not to say a word, and to get up slowly, turn around, and put my hands behind my back. Stunned I numbly obeyed, and within a moment my hands were roped behind my shirtless back. Next he bound my elbows, and then my legs at the ankles, and knees. He even harnessed my bare chest, pinning my arms tightly to my body. I was trussed up just like Robin. I didn't fight back at all, and prayed he would only rob me and not doing anything worse.
I wobbled, trying to keep my balance with my legs tied. I was still facing away from the intruder, and I was thankful for that, as my penis was still hard as a rock. You'd think the adrenalin from this life and death situation would make me limp but it had the opposite effect. My penis was rock hard. It was even worse, because I was bound exactly like the boy in the comic I had just been fantasizing about, and my captor didn't know it, but I had on little green under panties, just like Robin.
My teenage cock stretched out and up, pressing out the front of my briefs and basket ball shorts, and showing a clear outline. I felt precum pooling, and making my snug under panties stick to my tip.
I gasped as the bad man suddenly whirled me around with his strong callused hands, making me face him. He had pulled a used pair of my tiny briefs from the dirty laundry, ones I had just worked out in, and without ceremony stuffed them in my mouth. The damp musky fabric made me choke, as I was forced to taste my own sweaty private parts. The creep secured the panties in my mouth with a cross of duck tape. I tried to scream but all that came out was a muffled "Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Stepping back he looked over his catch, eyeing me from top to bottom. I didn't at all like the evil smirk that came across his face when he noticed the big bulge in my shorts.
He ran a hand slowly from my cheek, down to smooth belly, stopping briefly on the way down to cruley twist my nipples. His hand strayed lower, and my eyes popped out and my hips spasmed, as the older man took hold of my testicle and stiff shaft.
"Well, well, well. The boy seems to like being bound" He said, rubbing my erection, and making me flush red with shame.
"And what have we hear?" The intruder asked, reaching for the dropped comic book. The book was still open to the page with tied up Robin, and he guessed instantly what I had been doing.
"This sure is a lot like your little comic book? Isn't it you little nerd?" As he spoke he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of my shorts and slowly began to pull them down.
I squealed into my gag, and tried to struggle, but it was no use. I wimped in shame as I felt the fresh air on my pale thighs. He dropped my shorts, letting them fall down around the ropes above my knees, admiring my swollen package in my snug green breifes. "Cute panties' boy. Just like the boy wonder." He laughed.
