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By *ettle OP TV/TS
2 weeks ago
Bury St Edmunds |
My wife’s phone rang just after lunchtime. She answered in the customary way and then nodded a few times before saying ‘Yes’ and passed it to me.
“For you’ she said. “Someone’s found your phone”.
“Thank god for that” I said as I reached eagerly for her phone and put it to my ear.
“Hello, I understand you have my phone”?
The voice on the mobile replied,
‘Yes, that’s right. If you want it back you can meet me in town at the Saint’s cafe at 3pm”. Not a question, but a simple straightforward statement. It was a young man’s voice, quiet, but certainly intelligible enough to make himself understood. The tone was low and authoritative.
I was immediately pleased and grateful to be able to get my phone back and very keen to be able to reclaim the cards I always carried within the black mock leather case that contained and protected it. I eagerly agreed the meet. I was about to ask if my credit and membership cards had were still with the phone, when he rang off.
I handed Pat’s phone back to her and told her that I was just nipping into town to collect it. I gave Pat a peck on her cheek and left.
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Two hours later, I’d parked the car and was seated at a table in the busy, noisy cafe waiting to meet the guy, who had found my phone. I’d not had the time to ask his name or how I would recognise him, but that was probably because I had been so happy and relieved to be able to get my phone back and he because he had rung off so quickly.
I’d chosen a table where I could easily be seen and that would allow me to watch the doorway leading onto the street. I suppose that I had been there for about 15 minutes, scanning every face that entered the cafe for any sign of recognition or acknowledgment before I began to worry about whether we had somehow missed one another. I scanned the customers in the cafe for the umpteenth time. Nobody made eye contact or appeared to be trying to catch my attention, but when I turned back towards the door, I found a tall, rangy and scruffy looking guy standing the other side of the table, looking down at me.
“Ah, great” I said, getting to my feet. ‘Are you the guy who has found my phone?”
“Yeah” he replied, lowering himself into a chair. He moved with an easy grace and I got the impression that this was a fit and powerful guy, who was in good shape. “I got your cards an all” he drawled. He reached into his pocket and pushed half a dozed cards towards me. I was a bit puzzled by this as I was expecting the phone and the cards were usually away tucked into the phone case. “Where’s the phone” I asked while reaching for the cards. I gathered them up and bunched them into a small stack in my hand. He was looking at me strangely. “You’ll get it later maybe” he answered.
This response surprised me, to say the least. I was about to interject but before I could say anything he continued on
“My name’s Jake and you’re called Paul. I know a lot about you because I hacked your phone and saw quite a lot of interesting stuff on it. I saw some interesting pictures and read some very juicy emails“!
A chill crept over my skin as I heard this. “I have seen your video of you and your gorgeous wife having sex. That was very erotic I have to say and I want to see more. I know that you meet Jamie at the gym and that you like to suck his cock when you can. You even have a picture of your lips on his hard cock and I have decided that you are going to do that to me.”
I was stunned and my mind wasn’t working fast enough to work out a decent response. He just stared at me. “Well”? He demanded.
“Are you going to answer me or just sit there looking stupid“?
I didn’t know what to say. I was still too off balance to think clearly and I just stared at him dumbly.
“Listen to me you dirty cocksucker”, Jake growled reaching across the table to grab my right hand with his. His powerful grip squeezed my knuckles together painfully and I instinctively pulled back against him, but he easily held my hand captive. He squeezed harder and it hurt!
“Listen to me very carefully because I am not going to repeat myself. If you do not want me to send the pictures of you sucking cock to your wife then you will do exactly as I say. You are going to go to the mobile phone shop and buy a new phone for yourself. When you have done that come straight back here and then I’ll let you know what you’re going to do. I’ll be waiting for you Paul. I’m keeping your old phone but when you come back we will transfer the content to your new one. You have a minute to think this through. Either you do as I say or you I send the photos to your wife. You decide”.
To be continued…. Maybe |
