What I Found in That College Boy’s Backpack

I’m fifty-two years old, but my body doesn’t look it. The hours I’ve spent in the gym and the physical work I do as a janitor have kept me in shape all this time. Defined arms, broad shoulders from carrying equipment, a solid chest with a bit of gray in the hair. I’m not a bodybuilder, but you can tell I move weight every day.

My face has those lines that give a man character, gray in my hair and a trimmed beard with that silver touch that more than one kid goes for. I’m the kind of mature man who makes twenty-year-old college boys turn and stare when I walk by in uniform, sweaty after hauling boxes through the hallways.

Last term, right in the middle of exam season, I found an abandoned backpack in the bathrooms on the third floor of the Architecture building. It was late, almost nine at night, and the corridors were deserted. I picked it up to take it to lost and found, but curiosity got the better of me.

When I opened it, I saw the usual: ID with the owner’s name, calculus textbooks, notes highlighted in yellow. A diligent student. I rummaged a little more, trying to find the phone so I could call him, and then my fingers touched something made of silicone.

I reached all the way to the bottom and pulled out two anal plugs. One small, beginner-level. And another one that was a lot more serious: black, thick, with a wide base, a little button, and an LED light. Wireless connection.

I stood there in the empty bathroom with the toy in my hand, looking at the kid’s ID. Twenty-three according to the card. Baby-faced in the photo, all proper and neat. And that bastard carried this in his backpack to class. I turned the plug over in my hand: it was heavy, a good one. That guy really used it.

All the next day I kept the locker key in my pocket. Nobody asked about any backpack all morning, and I started to think the kid had given up on getting it back, too ashamed of what he’d hidden inside. But at the end of the day, around seven, just as I was gathering the last things from my shift, he showed up.

A young guy. First-year, for sure. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen. Brown hair a bit long, thick-framed glasses, gray faculty hoodie, tight jeans. Thin, with that good-boy face that still hadn’t quite lost its innocence. He came up to the desk with short steps, looking at the floor.

—Excuse me… uh… yesterday… I think I left a backpack —he said softly, almost in a whisper. He was red as a tomato.

I leaned on the counter, crossing my arms, letting my biceps strain the uniform shirt.

—A backpack? What color?

—Black… with… with a band patch —he stammered, not daring to look at me.

It was him. The owner of the plugs.

—Ah, yes. I found it yesterday in the bathrooms on the third floor —I said slowly, savoring every word—. I checked it to see who it belonged to.

The kid went pale. His breathing caught.

—You… you checked it?

—Of course. You have to check the ID to know who it belongs to —I replied with a smile—. I saw some very… interesting things.

—Come with me to the concierge office. I need to verify that the backpack is yours. And that those objects are yours too, you know what I mean, right?

The kid swallowed hard. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

—I… yes… —he stammered, his cheeks going from red to almost purple—. Do you really need me to…?

—It’s protocol —I cut in, serious, holding his gaze—. If you can’t identify what’s inside, I can’t hand it over. It could belong to anyone.

His eyes darted nervously to the sides, checking that nobody was nearby. The lobby was empty.

—Okay —he whispered at last, lowering his gaze—. Yes… there are personal things in there.

—Then follow me —I ordered, turning without waiting for an answer.

I walked toward the concierge area at the end of the hall. I heard his hesitant steps behind me, his sneakers scraping a little. The poor kid was following me like a lamb, knowing damn well what was waiting for him inside.

I opened the door to the room, stepped aside, and when he went in, I shut it and locked it. The click of the latch echoed in the small space. The kid stood still in the middle of the room, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, trembling slightly.

I took the backpack from the cabinet and set it on the table. I opened it slowly, never taking my eyes off him.

—Besides the textbooks, is there anything personal that’s yours? —I asked with a smile that made it crystal clear I already knew the answer—. You have to tell me so I can verify that these are your things.

The kid stared at the open backpack like it was a bomb about to go off.

—Come on, tell me —I insisted, crossing my arms—. What else is in there?

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. When he put them back on, his tears were already building.

—There are… there are two… toys —he whispered, barely audible.

—Toys? I can’t hear you.

—Two plugs! —he blurted out, almost shouting from sheer embarrassment. He covered his face with his hands—. Fuck, there, okay? There are two anal plugs in my backpack.

—Uh-huh. And why do you bring them to class?

—Sometimes I put it in… before coming —a muffled sob escaped him—. The small one. The big one is for home.

—Then why do you bring the big one to the faculty?

—Because sometimes, after class, I’m meeting people I know from an app —he confessed, sinking even further—. And if the guy seems promising, I use it beforehand to be ready.

The humiliation on his face was total.

—So you come to class with your ass open, huh? —I summed up, enjoying every second—. Sitting there in the lecture halls, taking notes, with a plug in you.

—Yes —he whispered, defeated.

—And the big black one, the one with the light?

He shivered when he heard the description.

—It vibrates. I connect it to my phone and I can control it myself or give it to someone else to run it. A guy I met. He used to make me wear it in the library and he’d turn it on whenever he felt like it. I had to take it and not make a sound.

The kid still had his head down, wrecked with shame, when his eyes drifted downward. To my crotch. I was rock hard under the uniform pants, impossible to hide, the bulge clearly showing against the dark blue fabric.

He froze looking at it. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

—I… I can use them —he stammered, his voice shaking—. In front of you. So you can see they’re mine. To verify that this is my backpack.

I leaned against the table, letting him get a good look at my erection.

—Fine. Do it.

The kid swallowed and started stripping. The sneakers, the socks, the gray hoodie, the white T-shirt. He was thin, pale, hairless, his ribs just barely showing, the flat chest of a kid who still hadn’t set foot in a gym. He unbuttoned his jeans with trembling fingers and pulled them down along with his underwear in one yank.

And there he was. Completely naked in front of me. He was half-hard, small, hanging between thin legs with a bit of light brown hair. But the best part was his ass: small, round, tight, two soft white cheeks begging to be opened.

He reached into the backpack and pulled out the small plug, the metal one.

—No —I ordered—. Use the big one. The black one. The one that vibrates.

He turned to me with wide eyes.

—But… that one’s very…

—I said the big one.

He stayed still for a few seconds. Then he nodded slowly and reached back in. He pulled out the black plug and held it up, staring at it in terror.

—Do you have lube?

—Yeah… in the side pocket.

He grabbed the bottle, but before opening it he brought the plug to his mouth. He started licking it slowly, running his tongue over the silicone, eyes half-closed, his expression shifting from pure terror to something more surrendered. Then he wet two fingers, leaned forward, and started sliding the index finger in.

At first timidly, biting his lip, trembling. But when the second finger went in, a low moan escaped him that he couldn’t hold back.

—Fuck —he whispered to himself, eyes shut.

He wasn’t embarrassed anymore. He was turned on. He slicked himself up and pushed the fingers back in, this time more eagerly, opening himself slowly. I was already fully hard, dripping onto the floor.

—You like it, huh? —I said, unzipping my pants.

—Yes —he admitted without thinking, his voice hoarse—. I love it.

I pulled myself out and started stroking slowly, watching the kid open himself up for me. He turned around, placing his hands on the table, took the big plug, and added more lube. He brought the tip to his hole and started pushing.

—Fuck… fuck… —he moaned as the tip began to go in. His body resisted at first, but he kept pushing.

—Get it all the way in —I ordered.

The plug sank to the base in one shot and the kid let out a choked cry, arching his back. He stayed there, trembling, the toy buried all the way in. Only the black base showed between his cheeks.

—It’s all the way in… —he moaned, looking back at me over his shoulder, eyes glassy.

He slowly straightened up and grabbed his phone with clumsy fingers. He opened the app, tapped the option to share control, and a code appeared on the screen.

—Scan this —he said breathlessly, holding it up with both hands—. That way you can control it. Download the app.

The plug was vibrating low inside him. I pulled out my phone and started downloading the app. The bar was moving slowly while I kept stroking myself with my other hand.

The kid couldn’t hold out any longer. He dropped to his knees in front of me and grabbed my waist. He looked up at me with those desperate eyes, his glasses slightly crooked, mouth open.

—Please… —he sighed.

And then he went straight for it. His warm mouth wrapped around me at once and he started sucking with brutal enthusiasm, not exactly skilled but with savage hunger. Saliva dripped down his chin. You could tell it wasn’t the first time.

—Fuck, you’re so filthy… —I growled, grabbing his brown hair.

He answered by taking it deeper, choking a little but not stopping. And then he started moving: hips rocking, ass clenching and releasing around the plug, forcing it to move inside him, as if he were fucking himself with the toy while sucking me off.

I grabbed his hair hard and yanked back, pulling me out of his mouth in one motion.

—Lick it well —I growled—. If you want what’s inside, you earn it first.

The kid moaned and started licking obediently, his hot tongue tracing every fold.

—I’m not coming yet —I warned him, watching the screen—. When this finishes installing, we’ll see.

His own erection was dripping nonstop, making a sticky puddle on the floor.

***

The download finished. I opened the app, found the scan option, and aimed the camera at the screen the kid was still holding with a trembling hand. Connected. The control interface appeared: intensity, patterns, music mode.

I tapped music mode and chose a song from my library, a heavy track that hits hard. I hit play. The plug began to vibrate in time with the drums and the guitar.

—Fuck! —the kid shouted, arching violently. His legs shook; he almost lost his balance on his knees.

The vibrations changed intensity with every hit, every riff. His body convulsed uncontrollably around the toy.

—That’s it —I growled.

I grabbed his head with both hands and shoved my cock all the way down his throat in one thrust. I started using his mouth without mercy, driving in and out, forcing him to swallow me whole each time. His nose bumped against my gray-flecked pubic hair, saliva dripping all down his chin.

He tried to breathe between thrusts, but he could barely manage it. His glasses kept sliding down, crooked. His hands gripped my thighs, trying to hold on, but I didn’t pull back. He let me. And all the while, the plug vibrated wildly to the beat of the music, every change in intensity making him tremble and moan into my cock.

—Swallow it… —I growled, thrusting harder, deeper.

His throat clenched around the head. He was choking, but he didn’t pull his face away. Tears started running down his cheeks, mixing with the saliva streaming down to his neck.

The song kept going, the drums sped up, the plug vibrated harder. The kid moaned helplessly, wrecked between my cock and the toy torturing him from inside. His own erection dripped nonstop, on the verge of exploding without anyone even touching it.

The guitar solo drove the vibrations inside him even crazier. He cried out choking, arching his back. And I came. I buried myself to the hilt in his throat and unloaded hot spurts, one after another. He choked, tried to swallow but there was too much; it spilled from the corners of his mouth. He coughed without pulling away, swallowing what he could.

—That’s it… good boy… —I sighed, giving him the last slow thrusts.

When I was done, I let go of his hair. He stayed on his knees, coughing, his glasses crooked, eyes glassy. The plug was still vibrating in his ass. His own erection, hard as a rock, was dripping, ready to burst.

I grabbed his arm and hauled him up in one motion.

—Come on, turn around.

The kid obeyed instantly. I shoved him toward the table and forced him to lean over it, chest flattened against the cold wood, arms stretched out, ass up in the air. He let himself be used completely. He tried to reach for his erection and I slapped his hand away.

—You don’t come with your hand —I growled—. You come through your ass or you don’t come at all.

He tried again. Another slap.

—Please… —he sobbed, rocking his ass in the air.

I opened the backpack and took out a condom. I tore the wrapper open with my teeth and rolled it on. I grabbed the base of the toy and started pulling it out.

—Oooohh… fuck… —he moaned as the plug came out slowly, centimeter by centimeter. His body resisted letting it go.

It came out all the way. His hole stayed open, stretched, throbbing in the air. I dropped the plug to the floor, where it kept vibrating against the tiles. I placed the tip at his open entrance.

—Take a deep breath…

And I drove it in all the way. In one go. To the hilt.

—Fuck! —he screamed, arching his back violently. His hands dug into the edge of the table. He clenched around me like a glove, hot and tight, still warm from the vibrations.

—That’s it… what a good ass… —I growled, gripping his hips.

He moaned uncontrollably, completely impaled. His erection bounced against his stomach, swollen and ready to burst. I started moving inside him without mercy. My hips slapped against his ass with every thrust, and the sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the closed room.

—Yes… yes… —he moaned, flattened against the table, drooling onto the wood.

—From now on you’re mine —I growled in his ear, never stopping—. Every day you’re coming here before your first class so I can unload.

—Y-yes… I’ll be yours… whatever you want… —he sobbed, tears falling.

I yanked his hair, tipping his head back.

—Say it. Say you’re mine.

—I’m yours! —he screamed—. So you can unload every day!

—That’s what I like…

I kept pounding into him nonstop. His thin body bounced against the table with every удар.

—This ass isn’t yours anymore —I growled—. It’s mine. For fucking whenever I feel like it. Before class, between classes, after class. Whenever this old man needs to empty himself, you’ll be here waiting.

—Yes… always… —he panted, surrendered.

—Are you going to let other people touch you? —I asked, giving him a smack.

—No! Only you!

—Delete that app —I ordered, fucking him harder, faster. The table creaked against the floor—. You don’t need to look for anyone else anymore. You have me.

—I’ll delete it… I promise… I’ll be only yours…

I felt myself tensing again, heat rising from the base of my spine.

—I’m going to fill you… —I growled.

—Yes! Fill me! —he begged, pushing his ass back to take me deeper.

Three more thrusts. Four. Five. I exploded inside the condom, buried to the hilt, growling like an animal as I emptied myself completely. He screamed and came without touching himself, his cock shooting streams onto the floor while his body convulsed violently around mine, milking me for the last drop.

We stayed there, panting, sweaty, me still inside him. The plug was still vibrating on the floor. The song had ended a long time ago.

—Starting tomorrow —I panted—, I want you here at seven-thirty. Before your first class. Clean and with the plug in. Understood?

—Yes… understood… —he whispered, completely wrecked and happy.

I pulled out of him slowly, with a wet sound. I took off the condom and tied it off.

—Get dressed —I ordered, tossing it in the bin—. But first —I added, pointing at the plug still vibrating on the floor—, put that back in. I don’t want it staining your pants.

He looked at me, eyes glassy behind his crooked glasses. And he smiled. A smile of total surrender, of someone who had just found his owner.

—Yes, sir —he said softly.

He bent down to pick up the plug. I turned off the app on my phone and the vibrations stopped. He turned around, bracing his hands on the table, and offered me his open ass, still shining with lube. He brought the tip to his entrance, took a deep breath, and started sliding it in. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter. The widest part stretched his opening; he closed his eyes, bit his lip, and pushed a little more until it went in all the way and sealed around the base, trapping it inside.

He let out a satisfied moan and turned to me.

—Is that okay, sir?

—Perfect —I growled—. Now get dressed. And tomorrow at seven-thirty you’re here. Not a minute late.

He started dressing slowly, with the plug buried deep inside. When he was done, he looked like any other student. Nobody would have guessed he had a toy inside him and had just become the private release of a fifty-two-year-old janitor.