The Elevator Saga
This Asian guy was probably half Thai. He looked small, slim, dark, and seductive with his long, silky black hair. Earl ran his fingers through his hair as he knelt before him in the greenery behind a storage shed next to the San Francisco skateboard park. He was eighteen and had shown Earl his ID. You can't tell with a short Asian guy. Age is significant here. This was San Francisco, and public gay sex was one thing, but anything underage was a whole different story. But size also mattered to Earl. He wanted someone half his size. He didn't want any doubt about control. And he had it.
The young man held the guy's head close to his crotch while he was sucking his dick. Earl had full control. The kid was good at sucking dick; he was experienced. Earl wasn't working with a naive kid. He didn't let the kid finish him before moving him to all fours. This was where things could get dicey. Would he be okay with an ass fuck? The young man was easily persuaded into position, but he came here every Sunday to make money off his youthful, toned body.
Earl removed the young man's T-shirt as he repositioned him. Then he pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. He traced a finger along the young man's crack and then entered him. The small Thai guy winced, whispered a curse, but held on. He knew a larger object than his finger would be entering him soon. He'd been bought and paid for.
Earl pulled out a nasty-looking massive dildo from his pocket. He called it The Earl. It was black, with ridges, curved upward slightly. It wasn't long, only six inches long, but it thickened as it went in. The circumference was 6.25 inches at the dildo's rim, 8 inches at the middle, and 9.5 inches at the base. Its most interesting feature was a thick metal loop pierced in the head. It was custom-made.
Earl spit on it and slipped his arm under the Thai youth's stomach, lifting him so his kneesleft the ground, and the young man had to grasp the dirt beneath him to stay in place. Earl started working the guy's small hole with the dildo, gradually thrusting it in, expanding his passage. The Thai youth tried to object but was cut off:
"Shut up, or I'll hurt you."
The young man fell silent.
The opening widened rapidly. It had been well-used.
"This isn't something new for you. You can handle it," the man muttered.
As the young man started panting heavily and threatened to cry out, Earl's arm came out from under his stomach, going to the young man's mouth and nose, controlling his breathing, and making him think more about managing the thick dildo penetrating his butt.
The young man trembled, but he didn't give up. He was a little unsure. Usually, it was a quick in and out. This guy was taking his time, and the dildo was thicker than the guy was used to. But even at eighteen, the Thai youth wasn't a virgin. He should've considered the money offered and realized that the services required for that much money would be difficult. However, it was the amount of money that kept him there.
After pulling out the dildo with a pop, Earl took out his belt and tied it around the Thai skateboarder's neck, creating a noose. The young man gasped for breath and tried to loosen the collar with his hands, but Earl maintained enough pressure around the tightness to unsettle him and prevent him from unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.
Earl's penis only measured six inches in length, but its texture was appealing. It had veins and a slight curve upward. The head of the penis was enlarged. The girth of the shaft was six and a quarter inches at its base, over eight inches in the middle, and nine and a half inches at the root. A leather strap with silver studs surrounded the root, making it seem even thicker. When Earl fully inserted his penis into the young man, the width was approximately eleven inches, considering the studded band. The most distinctive characteristic of Earl's penis was the ring pierced through the head.
The man positioned himself above the young man, who lay on the ground, applying a condom. The man's knee rested on the young man's hips, and he settled high on his buttocks. He squeezed the young man's neck firmly, pressing his head into the ground behind the shed, and initiated their sexual encounter. The dildo had already widened the young man's opening, which was frequently used, so he simply groaned, whimpered, and made noise out of discomfort as Earl pushed deeper inside him. As Earl got into rhythm, the young man's moans and groans grew louder. When the silver studs dug into the young man's anal passage, he cried out, but endured the pain. Once they settled into the sex act, Earl extended his torso upward and utilized his belt as a lasso to maintain control of the young man's neck, increasing the intensity of their intercourse.
Right before his climax, Earl withdrew his penis, removed the used condom and put it in a pile at the shed's back wall, and ejaculated onto the young man's inner thighs.
He proudly hoisted the young Thai boy in front of him, held the back of his head, and encouraged him to clean Earl's penis with his mouth. Then he urged the boy to stand on his knees, took out another stack of bills, and explained the situation to him. The two had been watching Earl at the bench near the skate park and understood his desires. They knew they could make money from it.
"The young man you skate with often, the blonde boy... he's small, like you, isn't he? Is he also eighteen?" the man inquired.
"Yes, he's eighteen, but what do you want him for?" the young man on his knees asked. "You can do me anytime you want. Meanwhile, that blonde boy he skates with? Tell him what I said and how much you'll pay him. He'll come over to you on his own, and I'll make more money without having to expose my body."
The man's determined gaze silenced the Thai boy, and he agreed to act as the middle man. "Yes, sir, I'll speak with him."
* * * *
On Sunday afternoon, in the skateboard park in San Francisco, beefy, over forty, Earl, balding slightly, and wearing no shirt, occupied a bench. He watched the two young men, one with a dark complexion and the other blond and seemingly innocent, smiling and laughing while they executed skateboard stunts. He observed how they skated bare-chested to cater to his preferences. He caught sight of one of them speaking to the other and pointing out to where he was seated on the bench. Afterward, the dark middleman continued to skate while the blond young man walked toward Earl's bench.
"Hi," the young man said as he approached Earl's bench. "Intorn told me--"
"Are you really eighteen?" Earl asked, concerned with establishing the truth.
"Yes," the young man answered matter-of-factly.
"Okay."
The man lifted the Thai boy, placed his head between his legs, and guided him to perform oral sex on his cock. Then he instructed the boy to kneel in front of him, and he took out a large stack of bills.
"Next Sunday morning, at the skateboard park, I'll be sitting on this bench. You tell him what I'm looking for and how much I'm willing to pay. Tell him to approach me on his own, and you two can make some extra money without having to expose your body," the man firmly stated. The young man's expression revealed his understanding of the situation.
"I understand," the boy replied, accepting the money.
"Come sit with me," Earl said, flashing a wad of cash. The fair-haired teenager sat on the bench, putting his skateboard next to him. It was a hot day. He kept his T-shirt tucked into his shorts and wasn't wearing any socks with his sneakers. He was undoubtedly a beautiful, perfectly sculpted small person. He was also much smaller than the burly Earl.
"My name is Pete," the young man shared. Earl didn't return the favor.
"Will you do this for this?" Earl asked, waving the money around again.
"Is there a shed over there, behind that one?"
"Nope, not here. It's in that building over there. I've got the keys." Earl pointed to a four-story brick structure on the street by the park. It was tucked between two similar buildings, all retail on the first floor and workrooms above. Some had apartments on the top floor.
"I never leave the park unless it's something special."
"This is special, and it's gonna be multiple times. You'll be in there all night," Earl said, taking another wad of cash out of his pocket. "Don't think it'll be easy."
"I don't know."
A new stack of money materialized. Pete hesitated but then smiled and took it, tucking it into his shorts. Earl glanced around the park. The only other person in sight was Intorn, the young guy from Thailand, still skating but also peeking at the bench now and then. Earl picked up the teenager's skateboard, straddling it over the boy's lap.
"What--?" Pete started, but Earl didn't respond. He cupped the back of Pete's head and pulled their faces together for a passionate kiss. While they were locked in the kiss, Earl slipped his hand under the skateboard, undid Pete's shorts, and slid his hand into his shorts. Pete gasped and gave a muffled response as Earl held his head tightly during the kiss. But Pete also widened his stance, making it easier for Earl's hand to reach his groin and allowing it to enter. Earl massaged and massaged the young man's genitals, squeezing and rolling the ball sacs and weaving his fingers through them. Pete squirmed and breathed rapidly, his legs turning to jelly but he didn't try to escape.
"You want to stop?" Earl asked, pulling away. "Give me the money back and walk away. If not, take what I'm giving."
Pete held on. Earl went back to the kiss and penetrated him with two fingers, pushing them deeper to widen and stretch him. Pete began to breathe hastily and move like he was trying to get away from the fingers. He turned his head, possibly worrying someone would see them, or looking for help. But Earl held him firmly and continued to probe, adding another finger. Pete's limbs turned to rubber and he relaxed, his hips lifting towards the penetrating fingers. It was different and sexy. It was making him hard.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Pete moaned. "Fuck me now."
Earl broke the kiss and ordered, "Spread your legs wider, scoot down on the bench, roll your hips up. I want to get my fingers in you. You'll want to be as spread as possible."
Pete whimpered but did as told. Earl inserted two fingers and went deeper, spreading him. Pete started to pant and squirmed, almost trying to escape. But Earl held him firmly and continued to finger him, adding a third finger. Pete's limbs were like putty now and he relaxed, his hips involuntarily moving with the fingers.
"Oh, fuck, Daddy. Take me. Give it to me," Pete moaned.
Eventually they reached the end of the fingering. Earl pulled his hand out, zipped up Pete's shorts. "Are we finished?" Pete asked, surprised.
"No," Earl said. "Let's go over to that building."
Completely tamed now, Pete rose and strolled across the park next to Earl. The adult guided the youngster with a hand on his rear. Upright, the teen named Intorn viewed their journey, wishing it were him—not only for the money, but because the man appeared commanding and imposing, possibly slightly nuts. Nevertheless, the man didn't solely prioritize himself. He conveyed something sexual, turning to the other man. Initially, he released Pete's stress. Intorn watched this occur, consciously aware of what Earl was performing, and it turned Intorn on.
As they neared the building, Pete inquired, "Do you own this?" His attention shifted towards the storefront on the initial floor, understanding what kind of shop it was.
"I operate the facility. It is my company. I live in the top apartment. The other floors are where we fabricate our merchandise."
"What kind of merchandise?" Pete inquired in a small voice, now contemplating the first-floor store's items, convinced he knew what they were.
"Sex items and garments," Earl answered. "This leather harness and those leather pants with the saggy crotch. Dildos and other things... did the Asian not inform you?"
"Yes, Intorn shared this information," Pete said in gentle tone.
Earl produced the dildo he utilized on Intorn from his coat pocket and compelled Pete to take it, commanding him to feel its magnitude, studying the curve and veining... and the hoop within. "And despite this, you're nevertheless with me. So much cash, but moreover, my personality and maybe a hint of lunacy."
"I crave the money," Pete admitted, but he recognized it was not just the money. "Intorn told me regarding your dick... the dildo..."
"That is correct, we fashion this dildo. It's named "The Earl" since mine was the template. I intend to enlarge you further with the dildo and mercilessly fuck you with my genuine member... as well as more. First, with my fingers, at this moment. Then with the dildo. Next, I'll mount you and brutalize you on your back. Intorn likely informed you about this."
Pete moaned and lurched, yet he made no effort to flee as Earl unlocked the deserted building—on a Sunday midday. Monday was a public holiday. No one else would be in the building for two more days.
* * * *
They ventured down a hallway with an elevator at the finish. A glass-fronted entrance to the proper brought access to the adult-oriented retail outlet, which was pitch-black. There was no noise in the building. Earl headed Pete back towards the elevator. Just prior to pushing the button, he retrieved a pillbox from his pocket. He consumed two capsules and afterward hit the button.
When the elevator materialized and the door opened, he shoved Pete inside, pushing him into the elevator. Before the door sealed, Earl retrieved Pete's skateboard from him and pushed it out into the corridor.
"What? Why?" Pete wondered aloud, as the elevator door shut, leaving the skateboard in the hallway.
"It will be there upon your descent. It's a hazard for now."
Pete had no comprehension of this warning and, as the elevator soared, he became sullen.
But the elevator did not progress. Earl reached over, struck a button, and initiated the lift's stop mid-floor. They were now in a discarded building, in the concluding space of a stalled elevator fixed between floors. This secluded area was void of operation and escape.
"How about some pleasant elevator vibrations to complement our experience?" Earl proposed. "We market numerous editions of this performance in our store." The rhythm was not precisely music emerging from the elevator audio system when Earl flicked a button. It was a melody with a solid rhythm, yet on top were the articulations of men participating in deep sex. "Audio to make sex to," Earl commented, giggling.
Disturbed, Pete instinctively stepped toward the button board, but Earl halted him, slapping him across the face with an open-palmed hand, imparting more of a shock than hurt, and hitting him in the belly with the additional fist. The breath hastily left Pete's lungs, sending him landing on the floor of the elevator on his knees. Earl clutched the uninclined youth by his throat and hoisted him up, his sizable and powerful body contrasting the bewildered adolescent's.
Pete's other hand reached his private area, with Earl's heel lifting behind his testicles, and two of his fingers inserted inside Pete's anus. Earl pressed him against the elevator wall and violently bounced his body up and down, elevating his feet off the ground, thanks to the force of Earl's thrusting fingers. Nothing like this had ever happened to Pete, leaving him at a loss for how to react. He froze, incapable of movement, and his eyes bulged as he gasped for air while an ineffective struggle ensued in his grasp.
Earl recognized the instant Pete's body crumpled in shock. He allowed Pete to fall to the floor of the stalled elevator, but just for a brief moment. Moving quickly, he lifted Pete and placed him on all fours, then stood before him, removing his shirt to showcase the leather harness adorning his muscular, hairy chest. He then unfastened the button on his black leather pants, allowing his erection, which had been developing since taking the pills at the elevator door, to emerge. He possessed an impressive member now.
Reaching into his pocket, Earl withdrew a condom packet and held it above Pete as he hovered over him. Pete, still gasping from the grip on his throat, struggled weakly under the man. Earl tightly embraced Pete's hips and began forcing the dildo, custom-made to Earl's specifications and boasting the same ring feature, inside the young man's passageway. Sluggishly, Pete writhed under him, whimpering, panting, and on the verge of tears. Earl persevered in working him with the dildo until he was convinced the young man could tolerate the real thing. He pulled the dildo out and replaced it with his own hard-on, fucking him in the doggy style while keeping in sync with the beat of the music emanating from the elevator's speakers. It wasn't long before Pete's legs gave out, resulting in him collapsing to the floor. Earl descended with him, reapplying the pressure to Pete's midsection, snaking his hand under Pete's abdomen, and pleasuring himself as he prepared for liftoff.
He completed Pete twice.
During several more minutes, both men remained in their respective corners, panting heavily. Pete's eyes followed every movement from Earl and were locked onto his crotch. Earl smirked and admired the small, young man he had caught and was subjugating. His cock remained erect as a result of the drugs consumed before boarding the elevator. He didn't require multiple orgasms like Pete. His satisfaction was derived from making Pete climax frequently. The small man was youthful and relatively inexperienced, so he could and would be driven to climax again and again until his balls ached.
After a few minutes of standing in their respective corners, Earl neared Pete, feeling his erection maintain its rigidity despite its prolonged state. His goal was less frequent climaxes but more frequent, increasingly intense sensations for Pete. He grabbed a handful of restraints from his pocket and, making his way to the opposite side of the suspended elevator, grabbed Pete by the hair and dragged him against the back wall. There was a heavy metal ring fixed to the ceiling of the elevator near the wall. Unfastening Pete's wrists, Earl attached the restraints to the metal ring, making Pete's stance upright with his back pressed to the wall.
"Don't move," Earl commanded, and when Pete tried to rub his crotch into the wall, Earl struck him with his belt. "Do what I say!" Earl commanded when he stopped the whipping, rubbed Pete's belly, and positioned him properly. Pete, terrified and sobbing, attempted to maintain the demanded stance.
Earl obtained the dildo and prepared to use it on Pete anew, only to decide he wished to fuck him in this posture himself. Continuing to hold Pete's abdomen with one hand, Earl got into position behind him, sheathed himself in the young man's ass, and started thrusting. It didn't take long before Earl and Pete climaxed once more. This time, Pete exclaimed with delight, "Yes, Yes, OH FUCK YES! Screw me!"
Pete achieved a third climax.
Earl stepped away from the tortured young man, letting him hang there for a moment before moving to the other side of the elevator. He knelt down beside the young man, observing as he writhed and cried out, trying to free himself from the painful hook in the wall. Earl took in the sight of the young man's body convulsing, his breathing labored and his eyes filled with tears.
Spent condoms dotted the elevator floor, a scattered mess that hinted at the length of this session. Not all of them were from this encounter, but Earl didn't care. He knew he was the one responsible for the youth's current predicament.
The sounds and emotions coming from the young man were something Earl had grown to love. The battle between pain and pleasure, the struggle between anticipation of impending release and the agony of lack-thereof. It was captivating, and Earl relished every moment of it.
Every young man brought to the elevator found themselves in this same place. The arc of their experience was predictable, but always unique. Every young man reached a point during the session where the pleasure overtook the pain, where forced submission overcame the desire for escape. The young man would reach this point in the final act, yielding to the pleasure andbeecoming Earl's loyal slave.
Pete had reached this point, this moment of complete submission, during their last encounter. He begged for more, begged to be used, to have Earl's cock return and never let go.
"You're my slave now." Earl growled, his voice laced with power and desire.
"Yes master," the young man whimpered.
"Yes...master. Use me again."
Every young man had an arc, a point of ultimate pleasure before exhaustion took over. It was inevitable, but never unenjoyable. As long as Earl could draw one last climax from the emotional wreck he had created, the session would continue.
Earl pulled himself together, donned another condom, and snapped it into place. He moved back to the struggling youth, pulling the man towards him and plunging deep into him once more. Pete cried out, his body spasming at the intrusion, his mind focusing only on the pleasure of the moment.
"Master...fuck me..."
It had taken time, but Pete had finally reached the pinnacle of his arc. He was completely under Earl's control.
Once climax had drained from the youth, Earl stepped back again, admiring the visual of the man's twisted, writhing body. He observed Pete's worn-out state, the pain evident on his face and in his voice.
After some rest, Earl approached Pete once more. Resting on his knees, Earl gripped Pete's shivering legs and pushed his own cock deep into Pete's waiting body. Pete cried out again, his voice raw from the tears and groans.
The young man was beyond point of climax, completely relieved of any inhibitions. It was clear he could take no more.
Despite this, Earl didn't stop there. As he slammed into the blanket-wrapped shoulders and bony hips, Pete would sometimes moan or wail, begging for more torment, asking for the slave collar to be tightened, asking for the clamps to be secured. But as his flagging consciousness teetered between lucidity and blackout, Pete drifted in and out as Earl continued to enter him, wailing once more as he reached for the edge.
There was still more to come. The building was empty until Tuesday morning, and there were more opportunities to be dominated. More pleasure arcs to be achieved.
Earl, completely spent but by no means satisfied, sat back down atop Pete's shaking body. The young man trembled against him, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure that had filled the elevator for so long. The young man had submitted to Earl, and yet there was still more he could endure.
A puddle of ejaculate had formed between Pete's legs. He could barely breathe by now, head festooned with sweat and neck bowed as he hung from the ring on the elevator wall. Studded around Earl's erection was his thick cock ring, and it dragged painfully against the raw flesh of Pete's entry, leaving a speckled string of blood behind.
"Telling me it's killing you good." Earl demanded.
"It's killing me good," Pete squealed, his breath interrupted by hiccups now.
No final climax was forthcoming, but Earl knew he could find more. The workout awaited them.
When Pete's wrists were let go, the tired young man simply slumped to the floor of the lift, completely drained and defeated. The rhythmic noise of the elevator continued on.
"Tell me you enjoyed it - that you adored it," Earl commanded.
"I enjoyed it. I adored it, Master," Pete replied, his voice displaying his fatigue.
"Ask me to do it again."
Pete was unable to say anything other than a groan.
"Whatever I want. Tell me to take whatever I want."
"Take whatever you want, Master," Pete responded.
Earl chuckled, walked over to the control panel, and turned the elevator back on. They had been trapped in the tight elevator for more than an hour, with Earl disciplining the blond young man into climaxing repeatedly.
The elevator made it to the fourth floor, where Earl's flat was. He bent down, picked up the small guy, taking his shorts and underwear with him, swung Pete over his shoulder, and entered the apartment. Down a hallway, past the bedrooms, to a room at the end.
Earl was as hard as ever.
The room was Earl's sex tools demonstration area. This is where he would test out the young men he recruited to assess the efficacy of the sex machinery they built here. How many times could Pete climax in this place, Earl wondered. There were different X-frame arrangements, folding beds, and prison cells. There were hoops installed in the walls and chains dangling from the ceiling. There was a horse-drawn agricultural implement, a stretcher rack, and a crimson leather sling. Sex gadgets littered the room - dildos and whips and butt plugs, sound wands, nipple clamps, mouth gags, and electric dyads.
It was a very long night. They used all the equipment. Earl had an excellent time. Fortunately, Pete climaxed repeatedly and repeatedly.
For the whole day and night on Monday, he didn't release Pete.
Earl returned to the skate park the following Sunday, but Pete was nowhere to be found. Instead, Intorn showed up, allowing Earl's weekly desire to be fulfilled. As they entered the structure to ascend to Earl's apartment in the lift, Pete's skateboard remained in the corridor. Intorn's skateboard joined it as the elevator's doors closed.
The lift only climbed a few feet before Earl pressed the button that halted it.
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