"The F-Express Train going to Orly-TGV will depart in two minutes."
I was sick of this automated voice, sick of the F-Train and sick of all these commuters making my life hell. At least it was the end of my shift—one last round trip, and I'll go home. There, I'll connect to Grindr, find the first bottom willing to get fucked, and I'll release all the stress of my day in his ass.
Yes, that sounded like a great plan.
“Sir, is this train going to Orly?”
No, of course not, the announcement was just a joke. “Yes, madam, we’ll be there in forty minutes,” I answered to the blonde tourist, ridiculous with her Eiffel Tower keychain and her I love Paris tee-shirt. Yes, we Parisian love tourists.
I entered the train and put back in place my fucking kepi. My mother found me handsome in my uniform. I was pathetic. I put my key in the closing system next to the door and turned it while blowing in my whistle. The doors locked and the train started its way.
A young man, twenty-five maybe, the same age as mine, approached me. When a passenger came to you before you had time to make one single step in any direction, you knew the journey would be shit. “Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to buy a ticket.”
I should take you in the cabin and spank you hard, boy. Then, I’d spread your ass cheeks and play with your hole for the rest of the journey.
“I can sell one to you, but there’s a premium when you’re onboard.”
“Oh, but you see, I’m just a student, and I don’t have much money. Can’t you make an exception, please?”
If you suck my cock and gag on it. I watched his face, and I had to admit he was a handsome typical Parisian student, with his glasses, his shoulder bag and light brown curly hair falling on his face.
“All right, no premium.” It’s not like I would get any richer anyway. “That will be four euros, please.” I even managed to smile.
I printed his ticket with my portable payment terminal and gave it to him. He slightly brushed his hand against mine, sending a shiver through my cock and balls. "Thank you, sir, that's very nice of you."
You wouldn’t say I’m nice if you were on all fours in front of me, little bitch.
Okay, becoming vulgar in my own thoughts was the sign of an urgent need to discharge. Maybe I could go to the bathroom and do my thing. I just needed a minute. No, the place was filthy. Be patient, Victor, in two hours you’re home, getting your cock sucked.
So I went, slaloming in the aisles, controlling tickets, giving fines, getting insulted by a band of riffraff from the rough suburbs. After these joyful fifteen minutes, I entered the last car. It seemed empty, and I was going to turn back when I saw some movement in one of the seats, in the back.
I walked down and recited this fucking phrase I repeated a thousand times a day. "Hello, ticket control, please."
I was now in front of a fucking handsome young man, not more than twenty, blond, his face red as if I had just caught him in a shameful act. Some people were impressed by uniforms, even when it was only a train conductor before them. I was somewhat athletic, yes, but I didn't have a dangerous look. I think.
“Tickets, please.”
“I d-d-don’t have one.”
Oh, yes, my lucky day. In less than five minutes I’m pounding you in the cabin, boy.
"You know you're supposed to come to see me just after the departure. I have to give you a fine."
“B-But…”
“But what? You were trying to hide here, don’t you? You really thought I wouldn’t see you? It’s fifty euros if you pay now, eighty-eight if you pay later.”
His eyes filled with tears. Why didn’t he pay the fucking four euros to buy a ticket? Suddenly, I heard some noise coming from the next car. A group of young people was making its way toward us. Now or never, Victor.
“Come with me in the cabin, we’ll deal with that together, okay? Take all your stuff.”
He took his bag and coat, his hands shaking. My cock was hard, I needed to quickly free it from my briefs.
“Come on, it’s just there.” We walked to the door at the end of the car, leading to the driver’s cabin. It would be empty, as we were going in reverse.
I closed the door behind us and locked it. "Put your stuff there." I showed him the little table on the side. He obeyed and removed his wallet from his pocket to check inside.
“I don’t have any money, sir. I’m so sorry I didn’t come see you. I-I was afraid.”
"Shh, hey it's okay. Who's the girl, is it your girlfriend?" I was pointing at a picture in his wallet of him next to a brunette. I was no expert, but she seemed fine.
“Oh, no, she’s just a friend.”
“You don’t have a girlfriend?” He shook his head. “You’re cute, it should be easy for you.”
“I-I don’t…”
“Maybe you prefer men?”
He started shaking again. I put my hand on one of his, and the other on his cheek, caressing it slowly but firmly. I’ll show you who commands here, boy.
"Don't be afraid, you want it, and I know it. I saw you looking at my bulge in the car. You like cock, don't you, boy?"
He didn't answer but didn't push me back either.
“Show me your ass.” He didn’t move. “Now! Fuck, you need to obey, or else…”
He removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants and lost it, before slowly removing his briefs, keeping it just under his tiny ass. Fucking beautiful, not too flat, hairless, smooth. A thing to fuck hard and open wide.
“Bend over on the console and don’t make me repeat twice, boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, you’re a fast learner. What’s your name?”
“Olivier.”
I went on my knees behind him and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. Holy fuck, the beast in me awakened when I saw his little pink hole.
“That’s a tight pussy you have here, Olivier. I’m going to fucking breed you. Turn around.” I caressed his face again. “Hey, don’t be shy, you just exposed your asshole in front of a stranger, boy. That’s fucking hot. I bet you like to be checked on like that. Now, come on, suck my cock.”