Steve waited. He was nervous, he usually was. But that night was different. The emails had been going back and forth for quite awhile.
After three years at State, he had learned to be careful. But sometimes, his lust for money and sex encouraged him to gamble.
There had been the night where he lay naked on the grass in the rain. The man came as promised and stripped. They kissed, Steve sucked and knelt feeling the man go inside him for a "hole in one".
Of course there were the bathroom escapades that started things three years ago. Energized with being on his own, away from family rules and other restricted activities in his hometown, Steve arose at two am and left the dorm.
The rumors were true he discovered. Silhouettes moved ahead of him down the cement stairs into the old building. Shuffling feet, an occasional door slam and some moaning were heard the closer he got. And once he entered the room, the aroma of sex preceeded the clinging hands that stripped him until he was kneeling and sucking anonymous penis.
It was Diablo, one of the silhouettes who followed him when Steve left one of the many nights later, who led him to his own dorm. There they stripped, kissed and fucked the night long.
And it was Diablo who told him what websites to find on his computer for more exciting adventures.
By the next summer, when Steve was back at home, he found hometown encounters that began to help him define his need for older men to spill their seeds on him and inside him.
The second year at State, Steve had spent the night in a nearby hotel room. He showered and dressed. The man had left already. Steve saw the folded up money left by his clothing. He counted and the momentary guilt feelings disappeared.
Quitting his part time job in the Campus Book Store, he solicited more partners and knew what he had become but also found what he needed. There were far more older men willing to pay for what they and Steve needed.
He preferred older men. Though not sure why, he enjoyed their strength, the usually hairy bodies, the thick cocks and large hands. They seemed to know what they wanted and used him the way they wanted. They had control. Perhaps, Steve thought, he liked that part the best.
As a kid he remember sitting on the toilet and watching his Father stand naked at the sink shaving. The man's cock dangled low and he wanted to touch it but dared not do it. He thought about that sight when he grew older and masturbated incessantly. He wondered if he were queer for his father let alone the other males whose images came t mind as he jacked off.
But it was guys his age who usually experiemented, as they put it. And Steve was usually willing so he learned more about his own lust, abilities and needs.
"I'll stop this when I graduate of course" he confided in Diablo, his close friend by then. "But till then I'm gonna make as much money as I can" he flipped through a very thick stack of twenty dollar bills folded inside some fifty dollar bills.
"Going to be in Acorn on the weekend. Coming in early so we can meet" the email said.
Steve asked for a pic and the naked pic was sent as promised. The legs were long and thick, the chest was hairy as was the lower abdoman. The cock dangled low enough that Steve drooled in the privacy of his room. He dreamed of the sex.
"Want a totally submissive boy" another email sent earlier had said. Steve responded with his fantasy.
"I have one too. You naked, kneeling inside the door ready to become my boy" the email defined the future meeting.
"Keep me tied and use me" Steve volunteered after sending his own naked shot.
"You want me to what?" Diablo had asked.
"Just take some photos of me in various positions, I'll fix em" Steve spent hours picking which pics he wanted to use, cropping his face/head so only his body was seen. Some had him wearing a dog collar. Others had him tied up. Some had a large dildo handing out his butt. Another one had a double headed dildo strethed between him and Diablo's butt.
Diablo stayed long enough to make sure his face was removed from the pic.
The emails became more frequent. Proposals of several nights of action followed. A suggestion of kidnapping him for a week was even included, but the author said he was just kidding. Steve wondered about that.
Another email had them going to a "house I know of in the next town" where naked Steve would be collared and his slave at a totally uninhibited party. Steve had heard of such parties but never been.
"I'll get you an invitation even if I have to leave town" the email continued.
"Friday night, Grace Hotel" The email finally came "Have to be somewhere for the weekend so we can only do this Friday night"
Steve grabbed his gym bag filled with toys, condums, lubricant, handcuffs..a kit he had accumulated from three years of sexual exporation, growth and lucrative encounters.
The hotel was nice, typical. There was a pool. Steve was glad he brought his speedos in case they would go swimming inbetween sex.
As the clock got close to the appointed time, he got nervous. The warm shower made him feel relaxed. The leather hood fit nicely hiding his face as the man asked. He knelt and fastened the handcuffs behind him making sure the key was where he left it.
The door creaked when it opened. Despite Steve's nervous stomach, his cock was rock hard. In fact he felt pre cum oozing already.
The big hand moved over his body, stopping to pinch his captive nipples. He heard the man close the door and being to undress.
The cock tasted good. It was thick but Steve had learned to deep throat. The man didn't speak. Steve was there for manhandling, and use.
He felt the goos flow over his face and licked it from his lips. The man turned the TV on and did whatever he wanted to do.
A room service clerk brought food. Steve was left on his knees naked and cuffed. He wondered what the clerk thought seeing him like that. It excited him.
The man whispered something. And soon thereafter Steve was sucking a cock again. It wasn't the man's. He presumed it was the room service clerk who was fucking his mouth. A finger played with his butt as he sucked. It fingered the rim and then slid inside making Steve wish he was being fucked at the same time. But he had no choice. The man was controlling him and his cock stayed hard with that awareness.
The cum landed on his face. He heard a deep chuckle. The man was enjoying what he saw. Steve was glad.
He heard the man eating and the large fingers stuffed food down Steve's throat as if he were feeding a dog and then patted his head. The gag Steve was told to bring was put into place. Steve knew that there wouldn't be any more food nor cocks for the time being.
Hands lifted him from the floor and pushed him on the bed face down. The familiar fingers moved inside him again and then something else was pushed inside. It wasn't the man's cock. Perhaps a dildo, Steve thought. The man was getting his hole ready thought Steve. He liked the fact the man knew what he was doing and taking care of his newly acquired property.
The cart wheels made noise as the cart was put in the hallway. Steve heard the shower as the man bathed himself.
Steve gasped as the dildo was pulled out of him with one yank. It left him feeling empty. The hands fumbled under him finding his hard cock wet with precum that had flowed for hours it seemed.
Then the smacks warmed Steve's white buns until he was on the brink of crying. The man seemed to want that stopping now and then to check before returning to the spanking.
To Steve's surprise the hands reminded him his cock was still hard despite the pain in hsi very sore buttocks.
The fucking started with another shock. The man seemed to spread some luricant inside Steve's hole first then push the entire girth and length of his cock inside with one shove.
Steve was impaled. He wanted to squirm away but hands on his shoulders held him in place. He was trapped. He had given himself up to this unseen, unknown stranger who would use him until he was done. Steven had no voice, no control, no option but to remain where he was.
The fucking began instantly, long sliding as the cock as nearly withdrawn and shoves as it moved quickly back deep into him. Steve gasped with each movement. He knew he was making more sounds but the gag muffled them.
The hands moved him further on the bed and one leg was lifted as the thick cock continued to fuck him as he had never been fucked before. Steve's cock was soft then hard. The man's hand grabbed his nuts pulling his cock back into his ass.
Then Steve was put face down. His buttocks still sore from ths spanking felt the hairy body pressed against him. The cock never left him..but continued to piston his ass. Steve wanted to beg to be fucked to yell and scream.
He had had a date who liked that and to his surprise it enhanced the sex they had that night. Fortunately the man had a private house and the basement where their sex date was located seemed to be sound proofed for that purpose.
It wasn't until their sex was over that Steve noticed the chains that hung from the rafters, the sling that was in one corner and the guy opened a wall mounted shelf that had whips, dildos and other toys.
"Next time, we'll have some more fun" the man promised. Steve hadn't gotten the nerve up to return thought he fantasized about it many times.
The fucking got harder and faster. Steve thought it would be over. But the man didn't seem to be finished at all.
He yanked his cock out and shoved something else in it's place. Steve thought it was the dildo or another one since it seemed larger. The man's hand began to jack Steve while he fucked him with the thing.
Steve's body was out of control by that time and despite his attempt to hold back his cock as soon burning with the lava flow of cum that escaped his cock..again and again.
He lay there gasping for hair as he usually was after great orgasms. The man yanked the dildo out of him making Steve gasp again. Then the painful reinsertion of the man's cock told Steve it wasn't over at all.
Getting fucked after he had an orgasm was both unpleasant and painful. But Steve wasn't able to beg the man for relieft. The gag prevented that. The handcuffs kept his hands from reaching. And the knowledge he had no control kept him on the bed being fucked while his body endured the abuse.
"What do I do afterwards when he's through?" He had asked Diablo and was advised to suck until his body was ready for more fucking.
But Steve couldn't do that. He lay there dolcile. The man began to slap his ass which made him react and tighten his ass. The man kept fucking and slapping. It hurt but somewhere deep in his brain a trigger began to make Steve excited again.
He was totally helpless, being used by a man, he was a sextoy, boyslave, whore, hustler and there only for the man's pleasure. He flexed his ass with each fucking action. It seemed to excite the man more and himself as well.
He tightened when the man attempted to pull out and tried to relax to accept each thrust. Steve didn't know how long this lasted, but he felt the man practically push him off the bed with thrusts that were so hard, he knew man cum was finally being shot inside him.
"Fuck kid this is going to be fun" The man's voice whispered. Steve realized the night wasn't over. The date would continue. He only hoped the man would do to him more brutal things that he'd be left exhausted and drained of all energy.
"Going to shower, put on your speedos and meet me in the pool" the man said as he unlocked the cuffs.
Steve looked at his bare body after taking the hood off. He was covered with sweat. His butt was still bright red. He wanted to shower but the man had told him what to do and he knew he had to obey.
The pool water energized him. Despite his near exhaustion Steve swam laps for awhile then sat on the edge of the pool waiting as he was told to do.
"Stevie?" the voice was familiar. He looked up and sat his Dad there wearing the swim trunks he always did.
"I uh thought you were coming tomorrow" Steve stammered his eyes glancing around to see if the Man whose cock had imprisoned him earliar was also approaching. There wasn't anyone else around.
"Yea came in this afternoon. Thought I'd get some rest. I figured you'd be out with your friends so I didn't call"
Steve noticed his Dad seemed nervous. The man looked around then his eyes glanced at Steve's waist.
"Nice speedos" he said.
It was then that reality awakened Steve. "Yes SIR" he said.
"Let's do laps" the man said and as they had done during Steve's youth swam laps side by side.
"Go back to the room, put the hood and cuffs on" The man whispered in his ear.
Steve knew he had to obey, he had always wanted to and the night had just begun.