Determined to Succeed Book 2
Steve's Story
Preface.
This is the sequel to Determined to succeed, which concentrated on the life story of Ben and his determination to succeed to reach his ambitions in life, no matter what life threw his way.
This is Steve's life Steve's life story, and once again it is a story about determination to live through rough times along the pathway to happier times.
The story of Steve concentrates on life before Steve met Ben, A hard time for Steve, after being kicked out of the family home, Steve goes through a sequence of events which include a period where he is working the streets of London. The story will also cover the events of determination to succeed from Steve's point of view.
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Authors Notes: This story contains Sex between men. If you are under 18 in the Uk (or appropriate legal age in your country) please stop reading here. If such mentioned material may offend you please stop reading too. This story is fiction and any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence. Though this story may involve unsafe sex (It is only fiction), and I believe in playing safe (look after yourself and your partner).
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Chapter 1
"Where the fuck have you been?" screamed my father.
"Hanging out with my mates"
"What till two in the morning? Don't lie to me boy!" Dad said pinning me against the wall.
"Ok dad if you want to know the truth, I'm a fucking queer and have been shagging all the dirty old men down in the park." I screamed at him. It was then that Dad punched me hard in my stomach, which made me fall to the ground doubled up in pain,
"You fucking Queer, I'll beat the shit out of you, now get up and get out." He added.
"Oh that's right big man that you are, hitting your own son, you're just an evil fucking animal." I screamed back as I tried to get up fighting the pain.
"Get fucking out of here you fucking sissy." He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to the front door.
"Open the fucking door Jean." he shouted at my mother, who obeyed his order.
Get the fuck out of my house, I won't have no fucking queer sissy under my roof." Roared Dad as he pushed me out into the street.
I sat on the cold damp pavement crying into my hands. I was hurt, so deeply hurt. Not only had my dad disowned me, but my mother didn't even try and stop him. I was just an embarrassment to the both of them and their middleclass life. After all what would they say to their friends?
All I had was the clothes on my body and the £25 pounds that I had picked up from my part-time job as a waiter in an Italian restaurant. I roamed the streets aimlessly, not knowing where to go until I came to a youth hostel run by the ymca. I went to the window beside the door, and this old man who must have been in his sixty's opened up the hatch.
"You looking for a bed boy?" He asked.
"Errm yes sir but I don't have any money"
"Well boy we usually charge £5 per night, but I won't say anything if you don't" he said as he pressed the button to open the door.
As I stepped into the building, I instantly noticed the fusty smell, the walls were grubby too.
"Have you eaten Son?" The old man asked.
"No sir"
"Look come into the office and I'll warm up some soup, and after you have eaten that I'll show you to a bed. Oh and I'm called Tom by the way"
"I'm Steve" I replied as I entered the office, and waited for the soup to be warmed up.
"So Steve, why is a young chap like you roaming the streets?"
"I had this big argument with my parents and they've kicked me out"
"What was the argument about son?"
"I'm not ready to talk about it yet" I replied.
"Ok son all in your own time, look I'm on duty most of the week, so if you don't manage to sort things out, come back here ok?"
"That's very kind of you Tom, I don't have anywhere else to go" I was fearful of what my future held for me.
"Right I think I better show you the showers and then your bed."
"Thanks for your kindness Tom"
He led me down the damp and dirty corridor. The shower room was just a square room with a bench down one wall and a row of showerheads down the opposite one, no privacy at all. Then he led me into one of four dorms, with five bunk beds down each side, all but one lower bunk was taken.
"That's your home tonight, I suggest that you don't leave anything of value lying around; we have a storage box at the office if you want to put anything away for the night."
"Thanks Tom, can I put my wallet and my watch in the safety box?"
"Sure, if you come back to the office I'll get you a towel and a bar of soap.".
Once we'd walked back down the dimly lit and seedy corridor, Tom passed me a bar of soap and a well-worn towel, I gave him my wallet and watch to put in the safety box.
I had just turned 17, and I felt as though my life had ended. I was struggling to keep my emotions at bay. I entered the shower room and stripped off leaving my clothes on the bench, then walked over to the opposite wall and stood under the showerhead and turned on the water. The water was freezing at first, but slowly warmed up and I proceeded to lather up my body with the bar of soap. Then I rinsed the soap off and turned off the shower. After I had dried myself on the grubby worn towel I put on my boxers and picked up the rest of my clothes and walked to the bunk that tom had shown me earlier. I folded my clothes and put them on a shelf at the base of the bunks before getting into the bed.
I had a terrible nights sleep, the springs in the bed had gone, and the guy above me kept farting leaving an awful smell. This was worse than I imagined hell to be, but this was also my life and some how I had to make it work. The next four nights I stayed at the hostel for free, then on the fifth night Tom wasn't on duty, though he promised to arrange for me to get in free.
At 7.30 when they opened the doors I stood outside in the cold night air awaiting entry. When it was my turn, the doorman for the evening stopped me going in, "You must be Steve?" The bloke bellowed from his big hunky chest.
"Yes sir I am" I replied thinking that he wasn't going to let me in. I had spent the last of my money getting something to eat earlier in the day.
"I think you better wait in my office Boy." He ordered opening the door. I waited a good hour or so before the queue of residents had been processed. Then he walked into the office , his big strong build towering above me. He wasn't just tall at 6foot 4 inches, but he was well built, in fact he reminded me a little of those muscle men in the TV show 'The Worlds Strongest Man'
"Well son what do we have here I wonder?" He said scratching his head as though he was pondering the answer to a question. I was starting to panic a little, he had not once mentioned anything about letting me into the hostel for free.
"You see Steve; your name is Steve isn't it?" He asked.
"Yes sir"
"I know you've been staying here free of charge, taking advantage of Toms kindness. But if any of the other guests find out you've been staying here free of charge, they'll all gang up on you and all hell will break out. Now we can't have that can we?"
"No Sir"
"Now I'm left in an awkward situation son, I don't know if I can turn a blind eye to you being allowed to stay here for free."
"Oh sir please I've no money and nowhere else to go." I whimpered in blind panic. Surely this man this big man had to have a heart somewhere in his body?
"Look maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement." He said as he closed and locked the office door behind him.
"Yes sir, I will do anything, just let me have a bed, I will cook, wash dishes anything."
"Good lad. I knew you'd see things my way. Now come a little closer, I don't bite."
I walked a few paces towards him, stopping an arms length away from him.
"You say you'll do anything boy?"
"Yes sir."
"Ok, I want you to tidy this office up, Tom is a messy bugger the old git that he is"
"Yes sir" I replied getting ready to tidy the place up, even I had noticed that the office was more like a bomb site than anything else.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Stupid?"
"I errm I was going to start tidying the desk up Sir" I said in shock.
"Not with those fucking grubby clothes on. Your not going to infest this office, STRIP" he boomed.
"OH no sir please not this sir please..." I begged as I began to realise what he really wanted from me.
"Don't whimper like a sissy boy. Get Naked boy" he added but I was frozen still with tears rolling down my face, I started trembling with fear.
"Now Boy Get those fucking rags off you or I'll rip them off and you wont have any rags left" He snapped as he walked up behind me after circling my stiff body. I slowly started fumbling with my jacket buttons, I then pulled my sweater top off over my head, leaving my chest naked for his eyes to feast over, all the while I was sobbing and moaning pleas sir, please don't do this. Deep down I knew my words were falling on deaf ears. What made it worse was that the office was well away from the hall that housed the beds, so I couldn't really cry for help even If I had the balls to shout.
"Shut the fuck up boy and drop 'em"
"No I wont" I said defiantly. He immediately slapped my face hard on both sides, then he bent me over the desk holding me down with one hand and spanked my jeans covered arse hard with the other.
"You will do as your told boy. Have you fucking got that Boy"?
"yes sir" I replied in total defeat, I knew I was just going to have to go along with what ever he had planned, if I was going to survive the night.
"Now stand up and drop the jeans and pants, I want to make sure you're clean boy."
I followed his orders hesitantly. There I was stood before this giant man with my hands in front of my cock and balls trying to keep what little dignity I had.
"Move your hands boy. Now boy. Or do you want another slap across your pretty little face?" The bastard wasn't going to let me have any dignity left at all.
"Bend over the desk and spread those legs wide apart, I know your hungry for my cock, so I'm going to feed it to you boy." He said as he undid his trousers, and lowered his pants down to his ankles. Then I felt his hot and hard cock rub up against my arse crack a few times, before he started teasing my hole with the tip of his cock.
"You want it don't you boy?" He said not waiting for a reply, as he forced his hard cock deep into me, not allowing my arse to adjust, I screamed in agony as he brutally attacked my arse. Then he pounded my arse with all his strength, my whole arse and stomach ached as he kept on pounding me harder and faster, I screamed again and again but the office was well away from the dorms and hall. It only lasted about 10 minutes by the office clock, but to me it felt like a lifetime as everything went in slow motion in my mind. Needless to say he came in my arse.
"Right boy you better get with the rest, and if you want a bed tomorrow night, I expect more cooperation. I might even treat you to a meal if I'm really satisfied. There was no way he was going to get a second chance with me. I didn't know what or how I was going to manage it, but there was no way that I would go back to that hostel, I just couldn't cope with him raping me, just so I could kip on a bed for the night.
I went straight to the showers to wash every inch of my body; I wanted all traces of him washed away. After I had dried myself off and put my clothes back on, I joined the others in the soup kitchen for the nightly meal that the Sally Army provided for us. It wasn't up to much taste wise, but when you haven't eaten for a day or two, anything tastes good.
I was just about to walk to the end of the counter, when I dropped my tray with a plastic cup and plate onto the floor, and that was when I met up with Peter. He and I became best friends, from that day on we were inseparable almost like blood brothers.
"Hi I'm Peter," he said greeting me as he handed back my plate.
"I'm Steve, thanks for your help!"
"No bother my friend." He held his hand out for me to shake.
We went over to a corner of the room and sat at an empty table.
"What did that fucking dirty bastard want from you"
"He Raped me, the fucking dirty bastard raped me, and I let him" I cried.
"I knew it. He does the same thing to all the new guys here!"
"I scrubbed and scrubbed my body in the shower, but I can still smell the stale sweat on me."
"I think it's time that bastard was taught a lesson, me and Phil over there have been raped by that filthy pig. We plan on doing him over tonight, you want in?"
"You bet I do, I want to see the dirty old git get a taste of his own medicine. What's the plan?"
"Well we know he really wants to do Phil again, so we're going to let him have his wish, then we're going to jump him, strip him naked and if your up for it fuck him. Then we'll tie him up and leave him there naked and covered in cum. Then just for good measure, we'll leave a note stuck on his chest explaining to the person who finds him what he's been doing to us all. We also know that there's money in the safe, which we are going to take and buy a train ticket to London, Phil and I are going to rent our bodies out for a while to get some money together, you're welcome to join us if your up for it"
"Wow you really have got a plan, but your really going to work the streets? You know I've heard of rent boys, but aren't they always supposed to be gay?" I asked quizzically.
"Steve, we are fucking gay both of us, and I think you are too, as you haven't lost your rag with what I've just said, have you?"
"No, and Yes I'm gay, but I didn't think for one minute that you two were."
"Open your eyes Steve, Phil is the queen of Sheba you know. They don't get any gayer than Phil or Phyllis as I call him." Peter laughed.
"So are you two, are you, you know?" I tried to spit the words out, but not having spoken with many other gay men before, I felt really shy.
"No we aren't boyfriends, no Phyllis is too camp for me. I like my men to look like the man next door, toned and clean cut, like you Steve." He grinned.
Me being naive, I didn't click that he was interested in me that way. Looking back now, he was being so up front that you had to be blind not to click. It's funny, but I found myself attracted to peter from that very first night at the hostel. Phil came over and joined us, we all went over the plan to get back at that dirty old git. If I was honest, the thought of going to London, our capitol city, was a dream come true. Ever since I had been little I wanted to tour all the attractions like Buckingham Palace and St Paul's Cathedral etc. SO I was quite excited, although I found the idea of working the streets daunting. Though I feared the idea, I was fast running out of options. Needless to say we carried out the plan. Phil gave that bastard a taste of his own medicine. Then we stole the money from the office, and stuck a note on the bastards hairy chest, explaining what he had been up too with umpteen other men who had stayed at the hostel.
Our adrenaline was running high, as we made our way to the train station and waited for the train to London.
End of chapter 1
To be continued
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