The Arrival (closed)

[DustyWolfe]

Jonathon Lassow checks his watch as steps off the plane and walks down the hallway into the airport terminal. Unfortunately his flight was majorly delayed and he knew that there was no way his ride would still be waiting for him, nor would the hotel room he had booked still be available. He chuckles to himself however since the company paid for the room and not he himself. He thinks to himself So... I need to find a rental car place that is open at midnight and hope that they will pick me up... Oh and must find a place to stay unless I want to sleep in my car. Hmm I wonder if there is a gay bar nearby, I could use a drink.

Jonathon heads to baggage claim, grumbling when he finds that his luggage has been lost Of course it's lost, I halfway expected that with how shitty this trip has been. he sighs to himself then shrugs and heads to the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror and straightens his tie, then looks over his black business suit for a moment At least I still look nice he thinks with a smile then heads over to Urinal and starts to relieve himself. About the time he starts to piss he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the sound of the door closing resounds through the tiled room. He doesn't turn around to look, he just concentrates on finishing up so he can get out.

 

[4degrees]

Brad Dixon

I had watched the suit walk into the men's john from about fifty feet away, as I acted like I read a newspaper while waiting for a flight to come in. After he'd disappeared through the door I waited just a moment and then followed him in.

He stood at the urinal in mid-piss, and I could see his posture stiffen up as he heard me come through the door. He tried to play it cool, and not look back at me, but I walked right up next to him, with a foot seperating us at the trough urinal, and proceeded to take my cock out through my fly and piss.

I looked over at the nervous man as his stream of piss subsided and he shook his cock off once or twice, and went to quickly put it back into his pants. He went to the lavatory to rinse his hands as I finished my business and walked up behind him. He looked in the mirror at me as I approached and I could see the anxiety in his face. I was a good 3 inches taller and probably 50 pounds heavier than him, and I sure wasn't wearin' no suit..

Before he even got the balls to say a word, I had my blade drawn and at his throat, with my other hand covering his mouth. He stood as still as a petrified tree and listened to me. I told him, "Listen, fucker..give me your wallet now, and don't make a peep. You'll be just fine if you do what I say, got it?"

He nodded emphatically and began to move his hand toward his jacket pocket. I watched his motion in the mirror to make sure he wasn't producing any type of weapon, or a can of mace. He slowly withdrew his hand and held his wallet, shakily, over to me.

I said, "good boy..lessie what you've got here."

Amazingly, he remained still while I took the wallet from him with the hand that once covered his mouth. I flipped through it and it had a few hundred in cash..and several major credit cards. I smiled big at him and told him he'd made the right choice. And then I added that there was something else I wanted from him. My hand that held the knife went to his side, and I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him. I don't know if it was the element of surprise, or what, but he remained still and looked to me for direction, his green eyes not pleading with me in the way most chump's would when I was about to fuck 'em up..it was weird. I pushed him over and into a stall, locking it behind us.

 

[DustyWolfe]

I quicken my pace, or at least seem to for all outward appearances and head to the sink. I begin to wash my hands but take my time, actings as if this is something I am being obsessive about. As I see the stranger come up behind me I get a bit nervous, but that the same time I'm a bit excited. Sure, I could get killed in this or I could get a good fuck. It's a gamble in all actuality, but it's worth the risk.
My eyes narrow as the blade comes to my throat and I have to swallow hard once or twice to keep from losing my courage. But his attire and the vibes I get from this man tell my body to stay and there might be a good outcome if I do. I calmy hand the man my money laden wallet, the company I was travelling gave me cash to travel and pay for my room with until my contract is signed and I can start looking for a place to live.
As my arm is grabbed and twisted behind my back up look up into the stranger's eyes, searching them and trying to figure out what this man is about. As I see his eyes moving to the bathroom stall I feel myself getting a little curious, and perhaps a bit excited. The only thought in the back of my mind is to hope that this man is clean.
I see the man drop the lid to the toilet down and stiffen for a moment until he pushes me down over it, I wince a bit at the cold ceramic against my face and the feeling of him groping for the fly on my pants. I hold my breath a moment until my pants are dropped to my ankles to reveal my bare ass and the incredibly small omega tattoe in the small of my back. Oh God, I'm hope I'm not getting myself into more than I can handle with this. But if I had fought back he probably would have killed me anyways, this is pretty rough place I'm in. I might as well enjoy being fucked. he thinks to himself as he waits.

 

[4degrees]

brad

This was almost too easy. The guy wasn't resisting at all as I pushed him into the stall, and pushed his face down onto the tank of the commode. It made me wonder if there was more than met the eye here. I hadn't run into a willing rape victim in a long time. i reached under him and began to yank his neatly pressed trousers down, and then I saw my answer. Right above this guy's asscrack was a tattoo that said to me, "I'm a painslut. Do me any way you want"

I chuckled and said, "Well damn, bitch. Looks like you an' me were both in the right place at the right time tonight." I yanked his pants down to his knees and roughly spread his smooth asscheeks apart, shoving a finger into his tight hole, feeling his heat. He didn't speak, but pushed himself back onto my finger, moaning quietly.

Taking someone in the airport john, or in a bar, or wherever was always an adrenalyne rush. The chance of being caught turned me on immensely. But I knew that this guy was better for more than just a fuck.

As he moved his ass against my hand, I jerked my finger out of him saying, "Oh, you like that, whore? Well I think we'd better go somewhere else. I can see you need some fuckin' punishment. Pull up your fuckin' pants and let's go."

He spoke this time, with a soft, 'Yes, Sir', and after he tucked his oxford back into his pants, we exited the bathroom together. I said, "Ok, what hotel you at, bitch?"

 

[DustyWolfe]

I gasp as he shoves a finger into my tight ass and it clenches around the finger of it's own accord. I groan softly, thinking how long it has been since I've had a good fuck. At least 5 years with this incredibly busy new job. Damn, I'm practically a virgin all over again. I haven't been fucked or owned since just after college. And now with this new contract with the company... then again I will make time from now I think to myself as I press back against the invading finger, loving every moment of it.

I can feel my cheeks reddening at his words, it's quite embarassing to be somewhere public, what if someone walked? Yet... yet... I feel my cock start to pulsate at the idea of being fucked in public. Then... he pulls out. I brace myself to feel the head of that nice sized dick entering me and pounding me hard. But nothing happens. He tells me to pull up my pants and I can't help but feel disappointed... But wait... he said "let's go somewhere else" so i pull up my pants and turn around to face him as I tuck my shirt back in and straighten my jacket then tie.

The stranger asks what hotel I'm staying in "Well... I was supposed to be staying at the Hilton, but it's too late for me to check in, my reservations have been cancelled. I could stay about anywhere, my company that want's to negotiate a new contract with me gave me enough for the best hotel. Got any ideas?" then I thought about this a moment and casually pointed out "By the way, I'm going to need my wallet if I'm going to pay for a room. Unless you want to take me back to your place" I say as I stretch my back, showing off the incredible tent in my pants for a moment before I press it against him. "Sooooo I guess the ball is in your court now Sir"

 

[4degrees]

brad

Sometimes...sometimes, it was better to have a willing..shit this one was eager..participant. Even though the rush I was so used to feeling by taking all I could from an unwilling straight guy was always incredible, this was a welcome surprise. He had no fear whatsoever, though, and I didn't like that.

"You got that right, faggot. The ball has been in my court, and I'd reccommend that you don't think otherwise. You may think you're up for some pain, but you have no idea what I can dish out." After a second I said, "Well, the wallet's mine fucker, so I guess we'll go back to my place."

I pushed him rudely out of the stall and grabbed his arm again, pulling him, saying "This way." He replied with another obediant "Yes, Sir." Well, at least he had sense enough to address me as that. But it didn't make me wanna pain him any less.

We exited the not-so-busy airport into the parking garage, him following closely, like a faithful dog would with his owner. We stepped up to my F-150 and I directed him around to the passenger side, unlocking the door for him and telling him, "Get up in there, fuckboy." He clearly enjoyed the rough talk, he couldn't hide that even if he'd tried. I shut the door when he was in and went around the other side and climbed into the driver's seat. While still in the dimness of the parking garage, I grabbed a bandana that was on the floormat of the truck. I pulled suit-boy over to me, and explained to him that we couldn't have him knowing where we're going, now could we?

I tied the dark-colored bandana around his head and made sure he was blindfolded well enough. I told him to take off that stupid ass seat belt, he wasn't going to be sitting upright anyhow. He nervously undid his seatbelt, and I pulled him down into the seat, with my elbow resting on his head as I started up the truck.

"I hope you know what you're getting into, Jon boy", I said. He replied with another Yes, Sir, but was obviously unnerved by my knowing his name. "Saw it on your credit card, fag. I'm observant like that." I talked rough and felt cocky about having this slut in my possession. On the inside, I was bursting with excitement. I could hardly wait to get him home. I rubbed my buldge through my jeans, and then reached over to him and located a very hard..and pierced.. nipple through his shirt. I pinched it hard and gave it a rough twist. He made no other sound but an 'OOhhh', and continued to lay still and blindfolded as we made our way to my place.

 

[DustyWolfe]

I watch the man for a moment then nod my head "Okay, works for me." I wait a moment, wondering what his home is going to look like. This guy is pretty scruffy but I have the feeling that there is more to him than meets the eye. I shrug my shoulders to myself and follow him quietly as I wonder about him. Trying to figure out what he is about, what he does for a living, and stuff like that.

I looked the truck over and grinned inwardly as I thought to myself "oh this is expensive.... interesting" but I said nothing. I got up into the truck and was positioned the way he wanted. As he pinches my nipple I can feel my cock harden. I take a deep breath as I feel his body shift a bit. I wonder to myself what he is doing. I take another deep breath and decide to take a chance. Yes... A chance, because it will either get me in deep shit or it will get me more on his good side.

Since I'm only blind folded I inch up and start to feel around in his lap till I find his zipper. I feel him tense up as my fingers brush against his rock hard cock then pull it out. I move as quickly as I can, blindly finding my hand then wrapping my lips around the head of hardened cock and start to tongue the slit in it as I start to suck him. I feel the car slowing and I brace myself to be hit, but I continue to suck on him, slowly pulling more of his cock into my hot mouth.

 

[4degrees]

brad

The bold move the suit-boy made took me completely off guard. Never would I have thought he had the balls, especially after me laying it down to him, talking tough, letting him know that I wasn't afraid to get rougher. I let him unzip my jeans, hell if he was ready to start so was I.

He quickly fumbled with my zipper and pulled my stiff cock out of my fly. The moment I felt his wet mouth on me, I had to slow down. Fuck, I couldn't let this little fag get me like this! But I couldn't resist his expert sucking. His head went into my lap and pushed into my groin as he tried to get my whole dick in his mouth. Fuck, he was good at this. I'd really picked a winner tonight, it seemed.

He sucked my dick so hungrily, like he'd been dying to do this for a long time. After he was at it for a minute, I regained my composure and was able to shift into second and drive..I held his head tightly to me and said, "Oh yeah bitch, you gotta great mouth there..if you woulda tried that shit and not been good at it I woulda smacked the shit outta you for that. But I'll let it slide, since you seem to be so cock-hungry. You little slut boy, eat my dick..ah..yeah.."

I trailed off using a variety of rude expressives, and was determined not to shoot my wad before we got to my place. I was about ten minutes away, but felt I could hold on. this boy's mouth was golden! He sucked me better than many of the hustlers I'd enjoyed. When I was able to take my hand from the shift, I grabbed his ass hard and squeezed it, kneading it..feeling his flexed muscles through his pants. Fuck I could hardly wait to get him home before I punished him with my cock. For a minute I considered pulling over, fucking him in an alley...I wanted to, but I kept driving. We'd be at my place in minutes.

 

[DustyWolfe]

I ignored the expletives and bad mouthing by my captor and grinned inwardly knowing that for all his carrying on that he was rather enjoying himself, this was just a game to him. So if this is a game I might as well play it to the best of my ability. I did not let up on my sucking and teasing of his cock as I felt him shifting in his seat and trying to keep control of body so he doesn't shoot is load. I feel the car slowing up so I blow one last puff of air into his cock then slowly withdraw it from mouth. I hear him put the truck into park and then take the keys from the ignition so I struggle into a sitting position so he can get me out of the car easier, or so I think until he hits my head on the top of the door frame. I bite my lip in order from yelling a few choice words and go along with it as I'm yanked to my feet and shoved into the house. He undoes the bandana and I briefly look around before I'm shoved over the arm of the couch and my pants are pushed down to my knees. I look back over my shoulder at him with a curious look on my face and chuckle, thinking to myself that this just might be fun.

 

[4degrees]

brad

The way this faggot seemed to enjoy the rough treatment I was giving him partially pissed me off, but was somewhat a great sign and a green light for me to do whatever the fuck I wanted with him. But I'd never needed permission from anyone in the past, that was for sure.

After pulling him out of the truck I pushed him up the walkway to my door, holding his arms tightly behind him. I unlocked the deadbolt and roughly pushed him inside as the door swung open. I wasted no time. My cock was still rock hard from the blowjob he'd begun, and right away I had him bent over the arm of the couch, ripping his pants down exposing his ass..and that tattoo. Such a convienient reminder of his desire to be abused.

I spat into my palm and lubed my cockhead generously before I began to push it against the skinny man's fuckhole. I pulled his ass apart and poised my dick at his opening and when he began to feel the pressure of me entering him, he let out a moan. It was obvious it was a moan of pleasure. He was practically begging me to rape his ass!

"Shut the fuck up", I said, "Just keep quiet so I can fuck you without hearing you whine. I will do the talkin' here. So just keep quiet and take this cock...!"

As I said those last words I shoved my dick deeply into him. He grunted again and I grabbed his hips hard and pulled him back toward me, impailing him on my cock. Fuck, his tight hotness felt so good wrapped around me! I began to swear reflexively as I began fucking him hard and deep..slapping his ass with my groin with each rhythmic stroke. He pushed his round ass up into my strokes, like a bitch in heat. The way his ass gripped me made me begin to sweat and pant, and grunt as well. I held him tightly around his middle and covered his body with mine, pumping into him relentlessly with the hope of being able to hold back foir a bit longer. I knew I couldn't for too long though.