The assistant manager of a bank and his fellow employees are humiliated by a pair of bank robbers in this forced nudity series by new author Athens 1066.
Humiliated in a Bank Robbery - Page 1
by Athens1066
Series: Humiliated in a Bank Robbery
I used to be an assistant manager of a small bank branch. I say "used to be" because of what happened late one Friday afternoon. After that day, I don't go into banks anymore.
It was nearly closing time. The lobby would only be open for another fifteen minutes. It was an older branch and hadn't been built with modern drive-throughs in mind. For that reason, there was a little detached building across the street with five drive-through lanes attached to it. It would be open for an hour after I closed this building.
Although we had been busy earlier in the day, it had really died off. We only had three customers in the lobby: two guys that sort of looked like construction workers and a guy who runs the insurance office down the street. Four people were working: myself and three tellers. The tellers were Nancy (a middle-aged, divorced woman that everyone seemed to like), Mark (a thirty-something guy who had packed on a hundred or so pounds since the days he played high school football), and Jimmy (a college junior who only worked here part-time). I'm 36, white, medium build.
I had just walked over and told Nancy to go ahead and start balancing her drawer out. Mark was on the phone with a customer. Jimmy had just asked the first construction worker how he could help him. Instead of answering Jimmy, the guy reached across the counter and pressed the button on Mark's phone, cutting off his call. As he was doing this, he also pulled a 9mm pistol out of the waistband of his jeans and pointed it at Jimmy's face. Time just froze.
The other construction worker was standing behind Larry, the insurance guy, and he now pulled out a gun of his own and stuck it in Larry's back. I could see all the color run out of Larry's face as he stuck his hands up in the air like someone on TV. The guy with the gun in Jimmy's face yelled for us to all get our hand up and to come around from behind the counter. He wanted us all out in the lobby. While we were doing that, I realized that no one had pushed an alarm button yet. He was moving us away from them now. I felt like an idiot. The second gunman pushed Larry toward us so that we were all in one little group, then he walked over and flicked the lock on the front door, sealing us off from the outside.
I was starting to shake. In twelve years of banking, I had never been involved in a robbery. As stupid as it may sound, our branch was supposed to be in a safe part of town, so I had gone through the training but still never really considered the possibility that it might happen. Lot of good the training had done. Three people behind the counter and no one tripped the alarm to call for help.
The first gunman walked around to the back of the counter and started cleaning out the drawers. I had hoped that he would take the bait money that automatically set off the alarm, but I had no way of knowing if that had happened. While he was doing that, the second guy had walked right over to us and was moving the barrel of his
pistol from one face to the next. We all just stood motionless (unless you count shaking). He kept glancing over at the guy taking the money, to check on his progress. Every time he looked in his direction, he was basically turning his back on Larry, the insurance guy. I started to get nervous. Larry was watching him too closely, shifting from foot to foot, swallowing hard. I could see that he was getting ready to do something stupid. The first rule of dealing with a robbery when you work for a bank is to not try to be a hero. Try to set off the silent alarm, if it can be done discreetly, but follow all other commands and never try to physically fight back. It made us sitting ducks, but it also meant that people usually don't get hurt during bank robberies.
There was nothing I could do about Larry though. It was so obvious that he was going to fail as he lunged for the second gunman's back. The robber turned around even before Larry could lay a hand on him and slammed the side of the gun hard into the side of Larry's face. Larry went down in an instant. There was no time for anyone else to even think of trying to help Larry.
Both robbers went furious. The second gunman held the gun right above Larry's head and screamed all sorts of obscenities at him. The first gunman came back around the counter and pressed his gun into each of our faces, asking us if we wanted to try to be fucking heroes too. We just stood and took the abuse. Larry was sort of rolling around on the floor, holding his head. A big bruise was already forming on his right cheek and a little bit of blood was tricking from a small cut. I was amazed that he hadn't lost consciousness.
"SO you thought you would be the big fucking hero, huh, shithead?" the second gunman screamed at Larry. "Did you think that you would get a little attention, make everyone see what a big man you are?"
The first gunman screamed at the rest of us, "Everyone get down on your fucking knees and put your hands on top of your head!"
We did.
The second gunman was still screaming at Larry, who was still lying on the floor holding his head and begging not to be shot. "Maybe I should just blow your fucking head off right now, then I won't have to worry about you anymore!"
The stress, plus the disappointment of having what was really a brave action fail so miserably, plus the incredible strain of being singled out now with so much abuse, seemed to have been too much for Larry. He was half sobbing, covering his face with his hands and just balled up on the floor. The gunman had no mercy though.
"What's the matter with you, you fucking asshole? Why don't you try to take me down again? You wanted to be the hero! You wanted all the attention! Well you're getting all the fucking attention now, why aren't you happy? you wanted to show us what a big man you are, here's your chance!"
The guy seemed like he was over the edge. I started to think that we weren't all going to get out of this alive. I knew we couldn't take any more chances like Larry had.
The first gunman grabbed my shoulder and pulled me forward. Since I was on my knees already, I basically fell over at his feet. "Get over there and get that guy's wallet!" He gave me a kick then to send me toward Larry. I started to get up and got a boot in the back. "I didn't tell you to fucking get up!"
So I walked over to Larry on my knees with my hands up in the air. When I got to Larry, he didn't even seem to know I was there. The second gunman told me to get his wallet, his watch, his wedding ring, and anything else he had.
I pulled Larry's watch off first. He seemed like he was resisting me, so I had to hold his left arm still with one hand while I pulled the watch off with the other. While I had a grip on his arm, I pried the wedding ring off his finger too. I felt like a real shithead taking that ring off him. He didn't say anything, but just kept covering his face. I guess he was pretty humiliated from the crying. I started trying to find his wallet. I looked in his jacket but it wasn't there, so I started trying to check in the pockets of his pants. I put my hand under him to feel his right, back pocket, but nothing was there. I felt bad that as humiliated as Larry was, now I was groping his ass in front of everyone. Then I leaned across him and stuck my hand under the left side of his ass, there was the wallet. I worked it out of his pocket and handed it to the gunman.
"Now empty him front pockets!"
I had to struggle with Larry a little to get my hand down into each pocket. I pulled out change and car keys and the usual and turned both pockets inside out. I sat back on the floor, feeling like shit.
The gunman smiled and stuck the gun right in my face. "Now give me everything else he's got."
"What do you mean? I already gave you everything." I had no idea what he meant.
"He's still got clothes doesn't he? Strip him naked! Show him what happens to heroes!"
I thought about trying to argue, to defend Larry, but I didn't think it would help and really thought it might only make things worse. Still, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Strip him now, fuckhead, or it will be you too!"
I couldn't really tell if Larry's crying had got any worse or not. I hoped that it hadn't, that maybe he was so freaked out that he wouldn't really know what was happening.
I had never tried to strip an unresponsive guy out of a suit before, I was rolling around on him, under him, every which way, trying to get his jacket off. The first gunman grabbed Jimmy and told him to go help me. Jimmy held Larry's arms down tight against the floor. That made it a lot easier. I already had his jacket off, and his tie was no problem. Then I unbuttoned his shirt. He wasn't wearing a tee shirt, so each button revealed more and more skin and chest hair. It made it very real for me that I was stripping a guy publicly. I felt shame for both of us. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and Jimmy pulled it up over each arm, one at a time. Then I moved down and pulled off each shoe, then each sock. Larry had started to scream and really struggle against Jimmy. It was all Jimmy could do to hold him. Larry was begging us not to do anymore. Begging the robbers to let us stop. Apologizing for trying to jump the guy. I felt like such a bastard when I started unbuckling that belt. Larry screamed like he had really been shot when he felt my fingers on his waistband, unbuttoning his pants. Then I had to pull the zipper down. Larry was wearing white briefs. I could already see the outline of his dick through the cotton.
I pulled at the waist of his pants, and realized that his underpants were sliding down too. I stopped, pulled the pants out a little and pulled them off leaving the undershorts in place. I thought I should delay the utter humiliation as long as possible.
As Larry lay on the cold tile floor, in his tighty whities, with Jimmy holding his arms and me sitting on his legs, I could see that the worse thing in the world was happening for him: his dick was starting to swell. I knew that the others could see it too.
"Go ahead and finish the job boys, and let's see what's tenting the front of those panties out!"
I didn't have any choice. When I put my fingers in the waistband of Larry's underpants, he started screaming even more loudly for me to stop. I just pulled them down. I had never taken off another guy's underwear. It was really freaky seeing another guy's pubic hair and then the base of his dick being revealed. I just jerked them on down after that. I wish I had thought to pull the front out a little, because it caught the end of Larry's now hard dick and pulled it down between his legs and then let it slap back up against his belly. I should have spared him that.
After he was fully naked, Larry sort of calmed down and went back to the quiet crying. Jimmy and I let go of him and he balled up again in the fetal position, which he probably didn't realize opened his ass up to all of us.
The second gunman hit me in the back of the head. "Okay, fuckhead manager, who gets naked next?"
"What?!" I turned to stare at him.
"You get to pick who strips next, or I'm going to fuck you up the ass with this gun!"
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31118azti - May 24, 2019, 10:02 am
Interesting start to what could be an exciting story…thanks.