London Student Rent Boy

He slapped my buttocks and grabbed my hair. Pounding into my delicate flesh. He grabbed my hands together behind my back leaving my face pressed into the carpet. Holding my wrists together with one strong hand, simulating the bondage that I wasn't quite ready to let him put me in for real, he reached with the other hand between my legs to fondle my cock and balls. Alternately he wanked me and squeezed my balls.

He raked my back with his fingernails and then did the same with my legs. He pushed me to the floor so that I was flat on the carpet with his not inconsiderable weight on top of me. He pulled my cock so that it was pointing backwards, and the exposed glans was rubbing painfully on the rough carpet.

Now he pounded into me again, faster and more urgently. Crushing me, using me. I was a vessel. A vessel for his cock. A body to be used by him for his pleasure. He varied the pace, fast and slow, thrusting into me as far as he could.

My cock was starting to suffer from carpet burn as it rubbed on the floor. The discomfort was real and, while I enjoyed being debased, I was surprised to find myself wondering how much longer this would go on for.

Finally, to my relief I sensed a slackening of urgency, and then he pulled out. He wasn't finished but I sensed that he was flagging somewhat. He wasn't the youngest of men, and he clearly needed some extra stimulation to keep him up.

"Stay there. Don't move."

I relaxed onto the carpet, relieved not to be crushed into it anymore.

He wandered away and then came back a few moments later holding a black leather belt, about an inch and a half wide, and what looked like a thin whippy cane.

"I think you need a bit more punishment. Don't you?"

"Yes sir." I whimpered.

"Get up on your knees again. Face down. Bottom up."

He took the belt and pressed the end to my mouth. I smelt the strong leather smell which, due to its associations with submission and punishment, is a powerful aphrodisiac to me.

"Kiss it!" he ordered.

I pressed my lips to the black leather and kissed it, looking him in the eyes as I did so.

"Do you see that stain?"

I looked and saw a dark mark on the leather.

"Yes."

"That is from one of your predecessors."

I looked at him, blinking.

"I tied him to the bed and whipped him. Then I fastened this belt around his cock to keep him hard while I rode him. He came all over it. A pretty boy. But messy. Maybe I should introduce you at some point. Perhaps we could have a threesome."

I think I moaned out loud at this point, overcome by the depravity of the situation.

"Anyway, first things first!"

He wound the belt partially around his right hand, leaving about two feet hanging. He slapped the end against his left hand, with a loud crack.

"What am I going to do with this?"

"You are going to beat me sir."

"Where?"

"On my bottom sir?"

"That's right. And do you know why?"

"Because I am a naughty little slut, sir?"

"That's right. A naughty litle slut who is on his knees, naked in a stranger's house. Offering his body to an older man he has never met before, for money!"

"Yes sir, I said meekly." - I couldn't fault that description of the situation!

He pushed my head down to the carpet once more and started to thrash me with the belt.

This was truly painful but, as always, I relaxed into the pain and pushed my arse out, wanting more and more.

I loved the feel of the stiff leather biting into my flesh, whipping me.

I also noted that his cock was coming back to life, rearing up as he beat me.

He had discarded the condom now, and his cock was once gain fully erect. I sensed he wanted to take advantage of this situation while it lasted and he abruptly dropped the belt and, grabbing me by the hair, pulled me up to a kneeling position.

"Open your mouth!" he commanded, somewhat breathlessly.

I complied and he thrust his cock back into my mouth. I started to go to work with my tongue, but there was no need as he almost immediately exploded in my mouth, shooting his hot cum into the back of my throat, filling my mouth.

I gagged slightly in surprise, but recovered and started to swallow his seed. I looked up at him in what I hoped was an appropriately submissive manner, seeking his approval.

Panting he looked down "Good boy. Now swallow it all. Swallow my sticky cum down ino your tummy, like the good fuck-boy that you are."

In order to ensure I complied with this suggestion he continued to hold me by the hair, ensuring that his cock remained firmly in my mouth so I had little choice but to continue swallowing.

Finally, I managed to get it all down and, using my tongue, milked his now shrinking cock of any remaining semen.

He ground his crotch into my face, moaning as I sucked him dry.

Finally, he released me and sank to his knees, coming down to my level.

He pulled my head towards his, and kissed me deeply on the mouth, clearly relishing the taste of his own cum on my lips and tongue.

"That was amazing! My god, you are a hot little slut!"

Then he took me by the hand and stood up, hauling me to my feet also.

"Come" he ordered and taking me by the hand, both of us completely naked, almost dragged me up a spiral staircase in the corner of the room.

It led to a bedroom. It was sparsely furnished. A large, clearly expensive, bed, but little else.

The lack of "lived in" quality made me suspect that it wasn't actually his bedroom, but a spare. Perhaps one he kept for anonymous fucks with strangers. I wondered who got to share his actual bedroom and - rather presumptuously - whether I would ever have that status!

I didn't have much time to dwell on this idea as he pulled me onto the bed.

"This is a bit more comfortable." he said with a smile.

"Do you know what you are going to do now?"

"I am going to do whatever you want me to sir."

Which I suspected was the right answer - and genuinely the answer that turned me on the most also.

"You are going to rim me. Do you know what that means?"

"Yes sir"

"Have you ever done it before with your boyfriends"

"Yes sir"

"Do you like it?"

"Sometimes sir?

"Oh really, when do you like it?"

"When I am made to do it sir"

"Well," he said, reaching down and taking my scrotum in his hand. "I think I will make you do it."

With that he squeezed and twisted my balls.

I winced and gasped in pain.

"Do you like that?"

"No sir"

"Would you like me to stop" he squeezed harder.

"Yes sir"

"Then you had better do a good job on my arse hadn't you?"

"Yes sir"

And I knew I would.

He knelt forward on the bed, legs splayed.

I pulled his fat white buttocks apart to expose his hairy crack. In one sense it was a revolting sight, but in another, the degradation of the act was intensely arousing to me.

I knelt behind him and moved my head in close.

I kissed and licked his buttocks and then tentatively explored his crack. I ran my tongue up from his scrotum, where I licked his heavy testicles, along his perineum and up to the bud of his anus.

He was clean, as he had just showered following his swim, but there was still the slightly acrid taste that I always thrilled to as I tasted an anus.

"Lick me. Push it all the way up. Fuck my arse with my tongue you little slut!" he grunted.

I was happy to oblige, and pushed my rolled-up tongue into the muscle and gradually penetrated into his anal passage.

He moaned in appreciation, and the volume intensified as I reached around to grip his flaccid cock, still sticky with cum, and started to massage it in harmony with my thrusting tongue.

Gradually I felt the sticky muscle start to grow and harden under my touch, and I felt the thrill that I always did in knowing that it was I who was causing the effect.

As I wanked and tongued him harder and faster his "dirty-talk" increased.

"Get your tongue up my arse you little slut. Lick my shit-hole clean you little sissy rent boy!"

I am always privately amused at how some men used such derogatory terms about gay sex, almost as if the very use of such taboo language was a turn on in itself.

Finally, he said "Fuck me. Fuck me in the arse. Put your cock inside me".

I was a lttle surprised by this, as often I have found that dominant men don't want me to fuck them, but only to fuck me. I never fully understood that, although I sometimes sensed when the man in question was not "out" and was ostensibly heterosexual they were actually in some kind of denial about their sexuality, and had a sort of rationale that said if they were the one doing the penetration then they weren't really gay, whereas if they were being penetrated then there was no question that this was the "gay" "non masculine" role.

Frankly I have given up trying rationalise peoples' sexuality, and now just accept it at face value. It is just too complicated!

Nevertheless, I was happy to oblige as my cock was feeling somewhat neglected. I slipped on a condom and wanked myself up to full erection. I squirted some lube into his crack and pushed it right inside his anal ring with my finger. I copped a sneaky feel of his prostate as my finger was inside him, eliciting a gratifying moan.

Then I slid home. He wasn't especially tight, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had been penetrated. I grabbed his fleshy hips and pulled him to my groin, forcing my cock deep inside him.

I thrust hard. I wanted to do a good job. I took a certain professional pride in my work and, despite the fact that I was immensely turned on, I wanted him to want me and - candidly - wanted him to ask me back. I sensed the opportunity for a longer-term arrangement if this went well.

He was moaning and gasping as he took my cock deep inside him. It was interesting to note that when he was fucking me, or when I rimmed him, he would "talk dirty", but as I fucked him there were no words coming out. Just moaning and groaning. I sensed he was lost in a form of private reverie, that speaking would have interrupted.

I leant forward, pressing my chest to his back. At the same time, I reached round and felt for his cock, which was coming to life once more. He didn't come fully erect, but hard enough that I could wank him off as I fucked him.

Eventually I felt a twitching and he came spurting into my hand, even though still not fully erect, at which point, aroused by what I had done to him, I also came deep inside his bowels.

I pulled out and removed the condom. I gave his still gaping anus a quick kiss and then he rolled over onto his back.

I gave him a wicked grin as I knelt over him, straddling his hips, and then proceeded to lick his cum off my fingers, one by one, all the while looking him in the eyes.

Then I bent down and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it clean. Rolling back his foreskin I cleaned his glans thoroughly with the tip of my tongue.

I emptied the condom onto his belly and smeared my cum into him, massaging it into his belly and up onto his chest. I offered him my fingers to lick, which he did, hungrily.

"Give me your cock too" he whispered.

I maneuvered myself around into a soixante neuf position, offering my still semi-tumescent cock to his mouth, whilst allowing me to continue my ministrations to his. He took me hungrily, licking and sucking it clean of my semen, gripping my buttocks with his hands in order to guide me into his mouth, and stretching my buttocks apart to dilate my anus and then, cheekily, slipping a finger into my anus as he did so.

As he licked and sucked - and I did the same to him - he moaned gently, once again lost in his own private world of ecstasy as we cleaned each other.

Finally he let my cock slip out of his mouth. Following his lead, I did the same, and we just lay together for a while, enjoying the animal warmth of each other's bodies, faces pressed into each other's sweaty, sticky, groins.

Eventually we relinquised the soixante neuf position and rearranged ourselves, head to head. He drew me into him with a strong arm around my hips. Pressing my body to his, our cocks squashing together. With his other arm he brought my face to his and started to kiss me. In between kisses he started to ask me questions.

They weren't challenging, just intimate questions that lovers might start to ask as they relax in an initial post-coital stupor.

"Tell me, you said you prefer older men. What do you like about them?"

I kissed him back, on the lips.

"I don't know." Suddenly and, given what had just transpired, ludicrously, coy.

I kissed him again and he squeezed my buttocks.

"I suppose I like to feel submissive. I like the imbalance of power. I like to feel that I am being used.

"I also like being punished. I think I have some hangover schoolmaster fantasies that I never got to live out - very wisely!"

He laughed.

"Being with an older man makes me feel slutty and naughty. I suppose it is a taboo to have a big age gap"

"And what about being paid for sex?"

Another kiss. With tongue.

"Honestly, if just magnifies all of the above. Especially if I am being paid to do really naughty, slutty things."

"And how naughty and slutty can you be?"

"I can be very, very naughty and very, very slutty..." I responded as I pushed my still sticky fingers into his mouth followed by my tongue.

"Hmm. I think we should get together again so I can verify that. Would you like that?"

"I think I might...I think I might like that very much" and I gave his cock a squeeze.

Finally, he got up, "Sorry, I have a dinner appointment, so I am going to have to kick you out!

"Really? That's a shame. I was hoping we might be up for a round two!"

"Sadly not! Perhaps next time? I do just have time for a quick shower if you would like to join me?"

"Definitely!"

He had a large walk-in shower attached to the bedroom.

We stepped in and turned on the water. He washed me carefully and thoroughly and I did the same for him. As I knelt in front of him, soaping his cock and balls, I pulled back his foreskin and gave his glans a lick.

"Hey! That's enough of that! I haven't time - and I don't want to head-off to my dinner with a semi!"

I pouted, but relented and we slipped out of the shower and dried ourselves off.

As I stood in the hall-way, French kissing him good bye, he slipped the stiff white envelope into the waistband of my shorts in a proprietorial manner, almost as if he owned me.

"Don't forget your little present. I hope I can see you again. Perhaps we could come to some arrangement?"

"That sounds like fun. Maybe next time I'll let you tie me to your bed"

He picked up the cane which he had fetched earlier, but had never got around to using, and bent it in his hands

"And maybe I'll use this on you?"

I felt a frisson of excitement at that thought and my cock twitched.

"Maybe!" and grinned.

"He reached for the envelope stuck in my waistband. and pulled it out. I was a bit surprised - wondering briefly whether he was going to take back the money. But he just smiled, picked up a pen, and wrote on the envelope.

He handed the envelope back to me with a smile.

I took it and read what he had written "Call me!" followed by a telephone number.

I looked at him and smiled "I will. Definitely. Soon."

Then, with a final kiss on the lips, I turned and left through the front door and walked, in what I hoped was a seductive manner, down his front path and into the street.

The thoughts of what he might do to me on my next visit - for there now surely would be a next visit - giving me a warm fuzzy feeling and, due to the partial engorgement of my cock, also a slight impediment to mobility, as I walked down the hill to the bus stop to get the bus back into town.