Date: Thu, 08 Sep 2005 18:21:05 -0700
From: dj <zztop020@charter.net>
Subject: Dark Journeys

(These are three short stories involving younger men dominating older men)


#1

Mr. Harrison, fifth period history teacher of the Inner-city school system.
Lives alone never been married and spend his evenings at the library.
Average looking average build. Black rim glasses four year old suits fully
equipped thirty nine year old nerd. He makes small talk in the teachers
lounge but usually it is too boring for anyone to listen. The only place he
can flex his authority is the class room. His students will obey him or
they will fail. It is the last day of school before summer vacation.
Mr. Harrison goes to the parking lot but his car will not start. Someone
has removed the coil wire.

Unaware of the problem, Mr. Harrison locks his car and begins his walk
home. Two blocks away a van pulls up with two senior students he
recognizes. They offer to drive him home. He accepts the ride and discovers
four more students in the back. Mr. Harrison has made a few enemies and
they are about to take their revenge. Mr. Harrison is quickly overpowered
by the five teenage hoodlums who bound, gagged and blindfolded him. He is
held down by two boys while another strips him from the waist down. Two
other boys tore his coat and shirt away.

They rolled him over; then tied his legs to opposite sides of the
van. Mr. Harrison was flat on his stomach, naked with his legs spread wide
open. An inviting position for the boys.  "You like fucking everyone!"
Shouted one boy. "Now we'll see how you like it!"  "Yeah!" Another boy
spoke up. "We gonna fill your ass with hard cocks!"

Mr. Harrison struggled against his bindings. All it did was delight his
captors.  "Yeah! Go ahead fight it. Just makes me wanna fuck you harder!"
The boys drove up and down the streets of the city, assaulting Mr. Harrison
as they drove. They removed his gag and two of the boys forced him to suck
their cocks. One boy grabbed Mr. Harrison's cock.

"Look here! All this butt fucking made him hard!"  It was true. His cock
had been erect for some time and no way to hide it.  Another boy spoke
up. "Here! Let me have it. I always wanted to jerk this cock sucker off!"
The boy fisted Mr. Harrison's cock and began roughly yanking it up and
down.  "COM' on whore! Give it up!" The boy slapped him several times hard
across the ass. "Let's see some juice squirt!"

The boys laughed. Suddenly, Mr. Harrison moaned and his hips bucked
forward. The boys clapped and cheered. His cock was spurting sperm out on
the van floor. After his required masturbation, Mr. Harrison became more
relaxed as if to accept his fate. The boys took him to an old apartment
they often used for their club house. They continued to sexually abuse him
over the next week.

The boys liked to whip his ass which they did often. They raped him with
dildos. They played a game called "Ball Busting." Tied him naked to a
chair, legs stretched wide open. Then with an open hand, took turns
slapping him across the balls. He was required to suck cocks on command. He
was also required to masturbate whenever they wanted.

One evening, the boys took him to a man called Big Morris. He operated
several night clubs and a whore house. They sold Mr. Harrison to Big Morris
for three hundred dollars. He was put to work in the night club pleasing
customers with his ass and mouth. That is until the Passion club was raided
one night by the police.


END.


#2

Brad Wilson was the boss's only son. Twenty three years old young gun
straight out of college ready to change the corporate world. Arrogant,
superior know-it-all that was now in charge of my department. After one
week he fired three people in production and one in R & D which is my
department. I have been with company for eight years. I am a forty seven
year old divorced man. My wife took the house, the car, the kid and most of
my money every month. I live in a dump they call an apartment.

I am very complacent and quite submissive in nature. I don't like change. I
am too old to find another job with this money and I am scared to death I
will be fired next. I compile the reports for the R & D
department. Mr. Wilson Jr. announced that they be delivered Monday,
Wednesday and Friday at ten A.M. to his office on the fifteenth
floor. Needless to say, I was frightened the first time I went there.

Mr. Wilson Jr. sat behind a very large desk by a huge window. He was over
six foot tall, brown wavy hair, blue eyes and wore a very expensive suit.
"Henning! Is that your name?"  "Yes. Yes, sir." I nodded.  "You will give
me reports three days a week. In the way I require."  "Yes, sir," I quickly
agreed.

"Remove your clothes, Henning! I mean all of them."  I was startled and not
sure I heard correctly. "Excuse me, sir?"  "You heard me, Henning. Strip
your clothes off! Then give me your report."  "I...I don't think that's
appropriate, sir."
 He walked around from behind his desk. "You know what's appropriate,
Henning? The fact that you still have a job! Would you like to keep that
job?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes...Yes sir. Very much."  "Then do what I tell you!"
I slowly began removing my clothes, piling them on the chair next to the
desk until I was naked. Mr. Wilson Jr. sat down in his big leather chair. I
read the report to him but I felt his eyes roaming over my nakedness.  He
rolled forward in his chair. "Leave it on the desk, Henning. Put your
clothes on and get out!"

Wednesday rolled around quickly and I found myself back in Mr. Wilson's
office.  He stood up from the desk. "You remember what to do?"  "Yes, sir."
"Then do it!"  Mr. Wilson Jr. approached me as I stood naked in front of
the desk with the report in my hands.

"The next time you strip immediately! You understand?"  I nodded my
head. "Yes, sir."  He sat back down. "Begin!"  Half way down the page he
interrupted me. "Spread your legs open, Henning! Now, wider!"  Feeling
totally humiliated, I finished the report, dressed and left the office.

Friday, the last day of the week. Mr. Wilson Jr. sat in his usual chair. I
quickly undressed in front of him and began the report. He interrupted
again.  "Use one hand to massage your balls while you read."  I swallowed
hard. "Please. Please, sir. This is very humiliating for me."

He quickly stood, marched around the desk and grabbed me by the balls.
"You want your last fucking check, Henning?" He picked up the phone on his
desk.  "Get me personnel. I need a final check issued."  "Please
Mr. Wilson! Please!" I grabbed his arm. "Please I need this job. I'll do
anything you ask. Please don't fire me!"

"Anything! Remember that Henning! The first time you tell me you
can't. You're down the fucking road! Understood?"  I swallowed hard again,
nodding my head. "Yes, sir."  He grabbed me by the balls again. "You know
what a butt plug is, Henning?"  I shook my head. "No, sir."  "You're in
research. Find one! Wear it Monday when you come."

I found them on the internet. I took a side trip on my way home to the
adult book store a few blocks away from where I lived. That was another
humiliating situation I had to endure. I purchased a normal size one
according to the man in the store. I went home, took a shower and with some
lubricant I forced into my bowels. The gentle rolling motion rubbed against
my prostate. The feeling was pleasurable and it produced an erection.

Monday I walked into his office. I stripped down naked without saying a
word. I was embarrassed as I stood there with an erection on.  "You have
the butt plug, Henning?"  "Yes, sir."  "Turn around. Let me see." I turned
around then bent over so he could see the rubber end between my cheeks.

Mr. Wilson leaned back in his chair. "Turn around and give me the report."
I tried to force my erection away with willpower but no matter how I tried,
it remained stiff. Mr. Wilson stepped in front of me, taking the report and
tossing it on the desk.  "You ever been masturbated by another man,
Henning?"  "No...No, sir. Never?"  "You better be ready for it now!"

I didn't know what to say. I felt his warm hand stroking my dick and it
felt good. One hand played with my balls while the other stroked up and
down. I felt a wave of humiliation shoot through me. I groaned, and then my
cock began to ejaculate. My hips rolled forward with each stroke from
Mr. Wilson's hand.  "That will be all, Henning! Get dressed and get out!"

Two months passed by. Mr. Wilson had control over me by then and he knew
it. I accepted my sexual mistreatment as part of the job. He made me crawl
around the floor naked on my hands and knees. I spent a lot of time under
his desk, licking and sucking his young cock. Other times, he would bend me
over the sofa in his office and fuck me in the ass. The humiliation soon
became a sexual drug to me. The more I was embarrassed the harder I got.

When Mr. Wilson realized this, he would have friends of his come in and
play with me. They would have me service their cocks or just fuck me if
they felt like it. I knew what I got into and there was no way out. Next I
will be spending weekends at Mr. Wilson's estate.


END.


#3

It was Saturday night and there was a huge party going on at the Frat
house. The team had just won six straight in a row. There must have been a
hundred guys there in the Frat house. It was probably closer to forty or
fifty but it seemed like a hundred. Needless to say there was lots of beer,
alcohol and maybe some weed. There were also several new pledges that
needed to be inducted into the Frat. They were easy to spot. They were
naked, body painted with a dog collar and leash around their neck.

Each cheek of their face was painted. One side with "SU" the other side
with "CK". Their ass cheeks were also painted. "FU" on one and "CK" on the
other. A red arrow was painted down their back pointing to their ass
crack. Another red arrow was painted down the front pointing to their
cock. It was obvious to see what was in store for them that night.

It was about eight I managed to make my way downstairs in the basement. I
stopped abruptly to take in the scene near the back. This man was stark
naked, hands cuffed behind his back, collar around his neck and a ball gag
in his mouth. He was bent over a chair. A frat brother was giving his ass a
whipping with the victory paddle. From where I stood I could see that it
was quite red.

I said a man because that is what he was. The average age of our frat
brothers was about twenty. This guy had salt and pepper hair and so was his
mustache and chin whiskers. He appeared to be rather distinguished. I
estimated his age to be about forty five or fifty. I though it was strange
but someone pulled me away and handed me a beer. I went off in another
direction and didn't see the guy until sometime later.

I was upstairs walking by a room. The old guy was still naked and on his
knees. His face a chest were covered with semen. One frat brother stood in
front of him fucking his face. When he finished depositing his load in the
guy's mouth, I asked him who that guy was. He shrugged his shoulders and
said he didn't know. He said he had been there all night. I turned back
around just in time to see him being led out of the room.

He was taken down the hall to another room where two of the pledges were
being held. One pledge was ordered to suck the old guy's cock which he did
obediently. Next the old guy was bent over the bed and the other pledge was
ordered to fuck him. Which he did obediently. I lost track of him because
we went around the corner to another frat house to see some friends.

Later when I returned I found him tied to a bed upstairs. He was face down
arms and legs stretched out and tied to the bed posts. His cock and balls
were tied together with a rope. From the looks of his ass he had been
freshly fuck by someone. I continued to as around but did not find anyone
that knew him. Most people didn't even know there was a older guy there.

About that time I decided what the fuck. Who cares? As I went by the room I
say another guy humping his ass. The last time I say him was in the
basement where two frat brothers had clothes pin on his nipples and were
masturbating him. It was almost a year later when I found out who the old
guy was. He was the father of one of the guys at the frat house. He came by
to see his son and some of the drunken guys jumped him and tied him
up. Everyone else though he was part of the party. His son was not there
that weekend seems he went to his girlfriends. I often wonder if his dad
told him what happened.


END.