Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat? Well, after last night I am. I'm awake, so I guess that means he didn't kill me, like I thought he was going to. I don't even know when my plan got off course. I know I walked into the bar, with an appetite for something good, something wholesome, that I could taint. I know I looked forever. I was about to give up. I guess a bar isn't exactly the place to find someone virtuous. Then I saw him walk in. Mr. Steve Borden, known to the rest of the world as Sting.

He must have ridden his bike in because he was dressed in the most desirable outfit I could ever imagine him in. The black jeans he had on, clung to every muscle of his lower half. Accentuating every curve and bulge that this gorgeous creature possessed. His torso was clad in a clinging black shirt, giving the jeans a run for their money in the accentuating department. Every ripple of this man was laid out beneath his clothes for my viewing pleasure. And believe me it was my pleasure to be viewing it.

I know what you're thinking. How could a man, dressed like utter sex itself, be wholesome or pure? Well remember, we're talking about Sting here. You know Mr. Born Again Christian. That's how he could be pure and wholesome. I felt a stir in my groin at the sheer thought of taking this man and making him mine, at least for the evening.

I watched him for a little while. He went to the bar and placed that luscious ass on a bar stool. He ordered a drink, looked like a beer from my vantage point, and sat there idly talking to the bartender. I just sat there and stared at him while he threw back about three of them. That's when I figured that Mr. Borden was relaxed enough to handle some company.

I stood up from my seat that was fixed in the very corner of the bar, and made my way through the crowd toward my target, never taking my eyes off of him. The way he was placing the bottle to his lips was intoxicating in itself. Watching the muscles of his neck contract as the amber liquid slid down his throat. I thought to myself that he would be great at deep throating. That thought alone made my cock twinge in anticipation.

When I reached the bar, I threw down a twenty and said, "The next rounds on me." He turned around almost painfully slow and a smile crept across his face. He had no idea of the intentions I had for the both of us on this fateful night. I almost felt sorry for him..... Almost.

"Well, Sean O'Haire. How have you been?" He said extending his hand to shake mine in a friendly gesture. There were other gestures I wanted him to give me, like pulling my hair begging me to stop when my lips finally met his in a forced kiss, but that would have to wait just a little while longer.

"I've been just great Steven. How have you been?" Like I needed him to answer that. There was absolutely nothing wrong with my eyes. I could see he was fine.... in every sense of the word.

"I've been just fine, thanks. And thanks for the drink." Steve said picking up the beer that the bartender had just sat in front of him.

"Trust me, it's my pleasure Steven. What are you doing here anyway? If I remember correctly you don't frequent these establishments to often." I situated myself next to him at the bar, anticipating his response.

"Eddie's giving me a hard time." He said looking down at his beer with such sadness in his eyes that I almost thought twice about my plans for the evening. I said almost.

"I haven't seen him in so long. How is old Guerrero?" I asked, as I watched him start to peel the label off the beverage.

"I guess he's alright. I haven't seen much of him lately. I don't know if it's his family or work or if I should really start to worry about him and Rey." He said, not even having the self confidence anymore to look me in the eye. That wasn't the Steven Borden that I remembered. The man I remembered dripped self confidence, it flowed from him almost like a symphony. It's what made me want him from the first time I spoke to him.

"What do you mean Him and Rey?" I asked, more than a little curious at this point.

"All he talks about is Rey this and Rey that. He's even called him Rey Rey on a few occasions. Today is our anniversary and I know we can't be together because he had to work, but when he called I could hear Rey's voice in the background. Why would he call me on, today of all days, with Rey in the room? You'd think if he loved me that he'd want a private conversation today. Then he didn't even stay on the phone with me but for about five minutes. He wished me a happy anniversary and then said him and Rey were going out to a club, and that I should call some of my old friends and go out instead of sitting around the house all the time." His voice tapered off and I could almost hear the tears in his voice as he said. "Well I wasn't in the mood for old friends so I decided to come out on my own."

My heart was practically breaking for him. But if him and Eddie were on the rocks, this was probably gonna be easier than I thought. "Hey you want to go to my place so we can talk. I really don't think you need to be in a bar right now, and I really don't think you need this either." I said taking the beer from his hands and finishing it off for him. Just the thought that those luscious lips of his were just on this bottle sent a quiver through my body straight to my groin.

"Sure why not. I'm sure Eddie and Rey are in some hotel room together somewhere. I might as well not go home tonight either." Steve said getting off the bar stool.

Did he just say not go home tonight? This might be extremely easier than I thought.

It didn't take us long to get to my house. Thankfully Steve is the kind of guy that hold his liquor. He followed me on his bike. I almost ran off the road a couple of time because I was looking in my rear view most of the time, just watching him.

As we entered my house, I took Steve's jacket from him and hung it up in the closet. With my hand on the small of his, very muscular, back, I ushered him over to the sofa, where we sat not extremely close, but close enough.

I offered words, and several gestures of comfort as he poured his heart out about the love of his life possibly having an affair. I took his hand in one of mine and let my other hand rest consolingly on his thigh. He didn't seem to notice that I was rubbing his thigh, while he was telling me in no specific detail about the last time he and Eddie had sex. I was listening closely enough to hear that it had been some time ago though. As he rambled on, I let my eyes wander over his body. It didn't take me long to find the growing bulge in his pants. He must be aware of the friction my hand is creating on his thigh now.

I think this is where my plan went awry. Before I knew what had hit me, his lips were crushed to mine. Just as that wave of astonishment was over, I realized that he was straddling me, his pelvis grinding into mine with a force that could only be described as wanton. My head was swimming with all this as I felt his lustful hands sliding up my shirt. I about came up off the couch when I felt him squeeze one of my nipples between his fingers.

It was at this point that I felt I needed to regain control of the situation. I wrapped my arms around his trim waist and lifted him off the couch with me. His legs immediately wrapped around me. This action did nothing, however, to distract his hands and mouth from their tasks. It was driving me completely out of my mind with desire.

I'm not even sure how we made it to my bedroom without me dropping him. My knees were weak with lust by the time we got there. I walked over to the bed with every intention of laying him down and fucking him until he passed out from it, but again my plan went awry somewhere. Just as I thought I was regaining my control he untangled his legs from around my waist and had me spun around and thrown to the bed, before I knew what hit me.

I was still stunned from all of this when I felt him pulling my jeans from my body, my erect cock springing from the confines of the material. This was getting out of hand. I needed my control back. I reached up and tangled my hands in his dark, silken hair, intent on taking over the state of affairs I had found myself in, when my mind went completely blank. All I felt was white hot pleasure surge through my body as he descended on me and took my aching cock into his blistering, wet mouth. All I could do was moan and whimper, as my body writhed, and squirmed under the workings of this mans gifted mouth.

I came so hard that, to tell you the truth, the rest of the night is sort of a blur. I remember being tied up at some point, while he rode me for what seemed like hours. I know at some point I passed out from the intensity of it all. He must have stopped then, because I'm awake now, and he's nowhere in sight. I'm not tied up anymore, and I can see through the window that it's still dark. I look over at the clock and see it's about 3:00 AM. He must have went home. I don't hear him anywhere in the house, as I sit up and rub my eyes to try and get them adjusted to darkness.

Suddenly the room is flooded with light. I squint as look toward the door. There he is. The man that I wanted to corrupt and dominate, standing there twirling the cuffs he'd used to restrain me, around one finger, a sinister smile on his face.

"I thought you'd never wake up." He said as he walked toward the bed, his intentions etched on his face. God help me, I don't know if I can survive round two.