The steelworker 1

Author: Farmerslave
Title: The steelworker
Date: 24 January 2016

I still remember the heavy iron door slam in my face, i shouted out for my dad, he couldn't leave me here. I kicked at the door, but it heavy steel and did not budge. My world just crashed into a wall, and i had no idea what would happen next. I remember it so well. The day i lost every last piece of faith i had in my father.

I grew up in Iowa of all places as the son of a big time contractor. My family was very wealthy and enjoyed huge respect in the community. My father was a genius at business, but as great as he was a his job, just as lousy was he as a father. I think he only had children because, he thought he should have, and not because he wanted to. I was the youngest, and probably more of a rebel than my brother and sister who did everything they could to please my father. Jordan my brother, actually ended up marrying the daughter of one of my fathers business partners, even though she looked like a pig. My mother was actually not bad, when we were young but over the years she drank way more than was good for her, and by the time i was fifteen she was far gone. Starting her day with a Bloody Mary.

I was a huge disappointment to my father, I was constantly getting into trouble at school, with teachers, my classmates and also their parents. I had a tendency to attract conflict. If someone thought it would be fun to throw a ball, i would suggest throwing it at a teachers head. So my parents paid for a lot of damages to my school, and apologized more than i can count. My grades were terrible, and it was only due to my fathers donations to the school that i was allowed to graduate. I am sure you get the picture, i was a tough kid to love, but i did not expect my parents to totally disown me. On my sixteenth birthday i expected to get a car, my brother and sister had gotten one. My father was i Chicago on business, and my mother was in a alcohol induced haze. My brother handed me an envelope. I ripped it open and found a letter from my father wishing me happy birthday, and a check for 500$. My brother and sister tried cheering me up, but to be honest they did not like me that much either. They had always learned i was the screw up, and i had only proven it by my behavior. So their attempt to cheer me up was quite feeble. That night i grabbed the keys to my fathers Porsche and i drove like a maniac across the state and back. At some point a patroller saw me, and i thought i would outrun them, but i was not that good a driver, so I ended up in a high speed chase, and the result was that i crashed the car into a lightpole. I was taken to hospital, and patched up, i got off lucky a broken arm and some cuts and bruises. After the hospital i was taken to the policestation, and placed in a holding cell. I was so scared, and I promised to be a better person from now on. After a while a policeofficer came with my father. He did not look happy, the officer left to give us some privacy. My father did not say anything but just looked at my bruised face. My eyes teared up, I am sorry dad i sobbed. My father did not show any compassion. But after what felt like a an eternity he just shook his head and stood up. You are no son of mine Jordan. I have tried and failed to like you. I couldn't control myself, i started crying for real. But dad.. Save it, my father interrupted. I have no interest in your tears. I will let the officer know that you stole my car, and crashed it. So you can experience the consequences of your actions. Whit that my father left and the officer slammed the cell door shut.

Its five years ago that particular cell door slammed in my face. I was convicted of grand theft auto, not joyriding as a normal teenager would have been - my dear father made sure of that. I was sentenced to three years in Iowa State Penitentiary in Fort Madison. Being imprisoned at the age og sixteen is no picnic, and i had a hard time adjusting to that life, being a rich kid in a very tough environment. But somehow i adapted and i made it. Sure i did things i am not proud of, but i kept to myself, and apart from four broken ribs, and to cracked teeth i made it through. Ever since i was 10 i had wondered, but during my time in jail, i realized for certain that i was gay. But i kept that to myself, because i did not want to be the bitch. My caseworker made sure i followed a course in prison so i would have a skill at my release. I followed automobile and machinery, so i could work in the industry. I knew i could never get a high paying white collar job. Due to the fact i did not have an education, and that i did have a criminal record. During my jail time my mother visited me once, and died the following year. My father and siblings i never saw.

It has been two years since my release, and sure the first time was hard. I couldn't hold a job, so i didn't have a lot of money. But luckily my caseworker got me a job at factory that produce stable equipment. I had taken a course in welding in prison so i got the job. Now almost a year and a half later I am part of the crew, and i make decent money. After my release I needed to show i was more than a convict so i may have gotten a little overboard with tattoos and piercings. I am pierced in both ears, three in my right eyebrow, one in my nose, one in my tongue, and of course a PA. I have huge tribal tattoos on both my shoulders running down to my wrists. My coworkers make fun of it all the time, but it works for me, when i but on my bleached jeans my white tanktop and my military boots, i have NO PROBLEM finding a guy willing to fuck me senseless.

The sparks fly from the rail i am working on, i am in my own world when my visor is down. I can feel the heat from the metal, and the fumes are quite intense, but my hand i steady. Suddenly someone shake my shoulder. I turn around and flips up my visor. Hey Jordan god damn it, we are done for today. Its Mike my boss. You do know you look out of place wit those diamond studs in your ears. Mike nodded to my ears. I smile they are not diamonds, can't afford diamonds on my salary. Well they do complete your coverall and workboots Mike said. Well rhinestones goes with everything I joke. Come on gay boy first beer is on me Mike said. Generous, my kind of guy, i you aren't careful you will end up with my tongue in your ear i said as i followed him to the lockerroom. The rest of the crew was already there, Dino had already lit his first cigarette, he sat on the bench still in his coverall. Dan, Martin, Sean and Howard had already dropped it and ready to go. It was a routine, every friday we would all go have a beer at a small bar not far from the shop. The bar is in the industrial area so they are used to see a bunch of dirty guys, so we just go in our work clothes. I ditch my coverall, and takes out my jacket and phone. I sit down on the bench next to Dino an check my facebook, Dino puts out his cigarette and changes too. Mike finishes last, everybody out Jordan first so he doesn't cum at the bare sight of our asses. I lough too late Mike i say and walks out. At the bar Mike orders beers to us all, and we sit and joke and chat, after the first beer we get another, then another, and then another - well you get the picture. I am really hammered after some time, and i suggest we have some tequila, at the time the guys think it is a great idea. After a couple of hours we agree to hit the town, we go to another bar, the doorman takes one look at our dirty workgear and our black hands, and asks us to keep walking. We end up at some club where we drink some more. At some time i am at the bar getting us another round of shots, when a guy comes up behind me, he places his hands on my thighs and i feel a trembling, fuck i want cock i think. I turn around and i see a handsome guy, probably 40 years old, but with a nice body, he is wearing a blue shirt and a perfect pair of jeans. He grabs the suspenders in my overalls and hold them tight. I like a blue-collar, the guy said. Good to know, the bar is crowded so no one really notice us. I grab hold of his crotch and i can feel he is getting hard. He leans in and starts kissing me, i slip in my tongue. Oh pierced the guy moans, i jiggle the stud in my tongue. The bartender slaps the bar to let me know my order is ready. I find my money but the guy pays before i realizes it. Go to your friends and drink with them, and if you want come back in fifteen minutes. I go to my friends and we drink our shots. My head is spinning and and i have a tingle in my fingers. Dino gets us another round of beers and Sean and Mike went to make sure the DJ knew what he was doing. I kept track of the time, and after the fifteen minutes i went to the guy. He had a table in a dark corner of the club. He handed me a drink, thanks i said. Drink out he said. I put it to my lips and immediately know this is fucking strong. One sip and I am coughing, I empty it, and fight my gagreflex. The guy got up and leads me towards the exit. My head is spinning, and everything i see is somewhat blurry. Outside the cold air hits me, we go into an alley, and i start to get a bad feeling. I ask where are we going, but i can hear my speech is blurry too. Just wait and see. After turning a few times we reach a van with black windows. The guy opens the backdoors get in I crawl in. The guy closes the doors, and looks at me. I am going to fuck your brains out. Yes please i hear myself say. Turn around. I do as i am told. He grabs my hands and fasten something around my wrists, suddenly I realize that my hands are tied on my back. Hey i say and just like that my wrists are hoisted in the air forcing me to bend over standing on my knees. What the fuck, i struggle but the booze made my attempt rather feeble. Hey let me go i mumbled the guy shushed me, he spread me legs and fastened my workboots to either side of the van. My cock was rockhard and the van somehow ran around me in circles. I felt him unsnap the suspenders in my overalls, and pull them down, and cut of my boxers with a scissor. He stuffed the boxers in my mouth and to make sure i did not spit them out, he wrapped some tape around my head. I felt him squirt something cold on my ass, and after that he thrusted his cock into me all the way to the root. I bit on my boxers and served a little. His hands was on my thighs, and he pulled me alle the way down. He fucked me deep and fast and he kept on going. It felt amazing, somehow like my first time in prison, totally at his mercy. But only this time i chose the guy. I heard his breath become deeper and suddenly he roared and helt me close. I felt him squirt something warm inside me. Damn it you are good kid he moaned as he slid out of me. You want to come home with me? I nodded heavily. Good boy. I felt him inserting some kind of dildo up my ass, but it was dark so i could not see. The he slapped my hard cock until i softened i whimpered in my gag. Then he slid my cock into something and fastened it around my waist. I felt him pull up my overalls and fasten the suspenders. He then untied me and opened the doors. Go get you jacket boy and tell your friends you're going home. I felt on my overalls, what the fuck is this i slurred. Its a boybreaker belt. Your ass and cock are mine. That way i know you come back to me. He smiled. I got back to the club and found my friends, and i could barely walk, i told them i wanted to go home. Sure Jordan Mike said you look like shit. I took my jacket and went outside. I got back to the van, the backdoors were open and the guy was inside. I got in again. Lie down to your stomach, i did as i was told. I felt him tie strap something to my wrists again, so my hands were tied behind my back, then i heard some chains and i felt him doing the same to my booted feet. Then he tied my feet to my wrists, so i was hogtied. I started mumbling something. Quite boy he said. Then i felt him fastening the chain between my wrists and feet to a chain that hang from the ceiling. I felt him hoisting the chain so everything tightened, my shoulders was forced back, and i was only resting on my pelvis. Put me down i said and then he pressed my boxers back in my mouth and taped them shut.

There you go little prince. Now you are exactly where i want you. We are going to my place, and face it you can't do a thing about it so just relax and enjoy the ride. The doors slammed shut, and i heard the engine start. I struggled but he was quite good at this, so i could not break free. Every turn he made made me swing in the back. What the hell had i gotten myself into. It was friday night i would not be missed before monday at seven. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK