Straight Guy Tricked Novels & Stories

“Yeah uh…can I call you back when my phone is charged? The booth takes money,” “Oh sure, stay safe and enjoy. Bye dear!” I walked back to the shop. I didn’t have much of a choice so I had to lie to Grandma even though it was hard. A few minutes later, three guys started to follow me and whistled. They were definitely high. I ignored them and kept walking. One of them held my wrists and pulled me back to him. I kept no eye contact but said firmly, “Leave my hand,” He pulled me closer and the moment he held my waist I pushed him back which made me lose my balance and trip. But I didn’t fall. Someone held me from my arms.

Even when I’m drunk, I would never let a thief off the hook. As the surveillance footage triggered my memories to replay vivid scenes in my head, I was so embarrassed that my toes almost dug out a hole on the floor. Clutching the quilt with one hand and my phone with the other, I blurted, "What's your bank account number?" The younger guy who I had just slept with for the whole night wore a look of utter confusion. I asked, "Is 200 dollars enough?" Seeing that he remained silent, I added, "That's all you're worth."

And even if that doesn't work, you gotta do what you gotta do to save your one and only life; that is, throw all your heavy possessions at the perpetrators(including any additional burdens like a drunk dude by my side) and run like your ass is on fire. "Little boy, why do you look so afraid? Just have a drink with us and you two can go on your merry way. We will even help you pack your friend into a carriage and send you both home." The gruffy fat dude said in a friendly tone. I gnawed onto my inner cheek in anxiousness and when I thought I would have to use the crotch-kicking technique, I heard a very familiar voice. "Hey you lots, if I give you my straw, would you go suck the joy out of so

"So that's how he kept rolling perfect sets! I thought it was pure skill!" “I actually believed he was just lucky, turns out he's nothing but a crook." “Rigging the game in front of us all. Someone ought to teach him a lesson!" The lean man staggered back, caught off guard. He hadn't expected her to expose his scam. A knot of dread twisted in his stomach. How did she spot his trick? Did she know about his cup from the very beginning?

With that, he didn't wait for me to respond, just turned and bolted. I couldn't help but chuckle; it was such an obvious display of guilt. None of these guys were innocent; they were all full of mischief, one scheme after another. But pretending to be drunk was definitely not something Jaclyn Dills could come up with on his own. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to pull it off. It must have been his buddies suggesting it. Now, lying on the couch, ignored by everyone, Jaclyn Dills seemed to struggle with his act.

"Hey! You pretty boy. Give us all your money, or you want to die." "I d-d-don't hh-have m-m-money." He answered them while stuttering. They took a deep sigh as they look disappointed. He pins him down on the wall that made him moan. When I heard him moan, it gives me chills, and it made me excited. The guys look at each other as then laugh at him. His accomplice held the pretty boy's hand.

There were at least five of them, their postures relaxed, arrogant. I took a step back. One of them let out a low chuckle. “Didn’t think you’d actually fall for it, but damn, you’re even stupider than I thought.” My hands curled into fists.I had walked right into a trap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. Another man scoffed. “Oh, come on. You really thought your precious mate was here? That he needed you to come save him?” He laughed cruelly, shaking his head. “Pathetic.”

“Oh, I see. You think I’m stupid enough to walk into your trap? Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not Vincenzo’s messenger girl. If you’re so desperate to find him, maybe you should try being a little more competent.” Silence followed. I could sense their frustration, but I also knew they were testing me, baiting me into making a mistake. My grip on the gun tightened as I prepared for what was coming next. I could hear them getting closer. They thought they had me trapped. They were wrong. I peeked through a small gap in the side of the truck and saw one of them—a man with big boots—walking right toward me. He didn’t know where I was, and that was his mistake.

Travis nodded, then clapped his hands loudly, drawing attention to himself. "Alright, boys, how about a round of drinks? My friend here has money to blow." Cheers erupted, and the men got distracted. George seized the opportunity, moving with precise steps. The key-holder was chuckling at something, oblivious to George’s presence until it was too late. A quick elbow to the throat made the man gag, and before he could react, George struck the side of his head with a swift punch, knocking him unconscious. He caught the keys as they jingled loose and tucked them into his pocket before anyone noticed.

Willy cringed suddenly thinking that it was a trick: He was self conscious, he already had a broken nose to contend with. The guy came closer and held the grocery bag much closer to Willy, within Willy’s reach— “It’s not a trick Willy take it,” the Stranger said. “Wha-what — You know me?!" Willy enquired overly surprised. “Yes,” the Stranger smiled calmly at Willy, it was a soft smile. “Follow me and see something,” the Stranger added as soon as Willy hesitantly took a hold of the grocery bag of food.