Available Youth Fantasy

This story contains gay muscle worship and gay domination with older teens In a black-on-white racial context. It also includes simulated rape. So if any of these issues bother you stop now and go elsewhere. Also, If you are under the legal age of consent, this story is not for you.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story touches on the supernatural and therefore is a true fantasy, so in no way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.

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Available Youth Fantasy Chapter Two

He sat down on the side of my bed, and I froze. I knew damn well what was coming.

"P-P-Please" i whispered, my voice shaking. "P-Please."

KT looked down at me and gave me a big grin, his perfect white teeth almost glowing in contrast to his dark skin in the dim light of the barracks. He raised his enormous hand and rubbed it over my face as I shivered. He rubbed it around a few times and then pushed two fingers into my mouth, grinning at me the whole time.

You don't ever argue with KT, not ever, you simply obey, so there was no question what I had to do. I sucked. Yes, I got my tongue busy and started licking and sucking on his fingers. After a minute or so he pulled them out and smeared my spit around my face.

Still with that enormous grin on his face, he bent down and kissed me. Again, this is KT and of course you go along, so I kissed him back. He stuck his tongue in and really got at it and I felt his hand on my head, gently fluffing my hair. The kiss was gentle too as he licked around the inside of my mouth.

So far I hadn't moved an inch. I didn't dare. Shivering slightly, I just returned the kiss as he kept petting my hair.

After a long time, a good five minutes or so he finally pulled back. "You are a sweet one, blondie" he murmured in my ear. "Real sweet." He gave my ear a lick, and I shuddered in ... what? Fear? or excitement? I dunno, maybe both.

He flexed his right arm right there in my face causing his bicep to bulge magnificently as he took my hand and pulled it up to the bulge. He didn't say anything but it was clear he wanted me to get a good feel. And, obviously, he wanted to be admired. He raised his eyebrows at me in expectation of a comment and i ain't no fool, so I gave him what he wanted.

"It's magnificent, sir" I whispered.

"Master" he said, correcting me. Oh, shit, I blanched, waiting for him to hit me. We all knew it was: 'Sir' during the day and 'Master' at night. Stupid me, I've seen boys punished for that.

"Yes, Master. It's magnificent, Master" I blurted out. He didn't say anything so evidently I got away with it.

I kept my hand moving on that enormous bulging muscle, giving him the admiration he deserved and desired. Hell yes, deserved. I ain't blind. Of course he deserves to be admired. KT really is magnificent, a perfectly defined gigantic hunk of muscle , sheer perfection in a fierce black male animal.

As I kept massaging his bicep, he continued grinning at me and went back to petting my hair.

Then he dropped his arm and bent down and gave me another kiss, this time just a quick peck. "Sweet boy" he said.

Taking my wrist again he pulled my hand into his crotch. And, oh shit, now I really shuddered. He was hard and he was enormous. I already knew this of course, since I'd had that monster up my butt just last week, but to be reminded how big and fat it really was, was a shock all over again.

He didn't say anything but he didn't have to. It was clear enough. Of course I grabbed on to the enormous thing and started squeezing. Evidently that's what he wanted since he let out a very soft drawn-out 'mmmmmm' and kept right on grinning at me and petting my hair.

"You want me don't you, baby?" he whispered.

Is there more than one way to answer that question? Huh? Listen, I gotta tell ya; I was excited. Excited and scared shitless. He'd fucked me before, last week it was, and although it hurt like hell, at first anyway, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me in my life. Yes it hurt, but it was absolutely thrilling. KT is the epitome of perfection, an astonishing bodybuilder, and in recollection, when I was looking up at him, looking into his eyes while he was fucking me, I was absolutely overwhelmed with admiration for him. admiration and ... and ... well ... ahhh ...gratitude. Admiration for what he was, a he-man, a demigod, and yes, gratitude that he somehow saw that I was special and picked me to be his ... what? To be his ... his ... to be his ... I don't know ... maybe his pet or his toy. His special boy. Or perhaps he thought of me as his girl since he kept calling me pussy.

Oh, I know he fucks a lot of boys, but he really did make me feel that I was special. I wasn't just any old hole for his dick because here he is. He wants me again. Okay, so all the boys told me he gives his virgins a second shot within a week so I knew he was coming. But damnit, he wanted me then and he wants me now so if I want to feel special, I'm damn well going to feel special.

I screamed my head off when he first stuck that enormous dick in me and it made him angry, but the truth is it wasn't as painful as I thought it was going to be. And besides, it got a whole lot better as he fucked me. The pain went away and it actually began to feel wonderful. And looking up at KT, that gorgeous man, Mr. Body beautiful; seeing him smiling down at me with that beatific smile of his was simply beyond description. I shot my load before he did. And I was so turned on that I stayed hard even after he pulled his dick out of me and left the room. In fact, I jerked off twice before I finally went to sleep that night Yeah, twice.

And I've not been able to think of anything else ever since. He wanted me. Wimpy little me. Yes, he used me and yes, he used me for his pleasure, but it was so fuckin hot. I've jerked off at least a dozen times since last week thinking about it.

So he asks me: `you want me don't you, baby' and in answer to his question, and as terrified as I was, yes, I wanted him again. My dick was now so fucking hard just remembering him and wanting him again, that it's actually throbbing and aching.

"Yes, Master. Please, Master" I answered. Am I overdoing it? A little too anxious? My whole body shuddered in excitement. Intense fear and intense excitement. And I swear, I could have cum right then and there in if I 'd let myself go.

He chuckled and salaciously blew air into my ear. "I know you do, baby. I know you do" he said, looking down at me with that incredible smile of his. I raised my head trying to kiss him and he chuckled, allowing me only a quick peck on the lips. "Okay, Blondie. You're ready."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off of his dick. Putting one arm under my back and the other under my knees, he lifted me up in his arms and stood up. Stepping into the aisle he headed for the door. I looked around and saw half the kids in the room sitting up and watching us. And I was proud. Yes, damnit, I was special and he picked me, so yes, I was proud. Scared shitless but proud because I could see the envy in the boy's faces. There was no question a lot of them wished that they were in my spot, in the arms of this incredible God-like creature.

"Open the door, pussy" he said when we reached the end of the aisle. Pussy? He'd called me 'baby' before. Baby is a sign of endearment while pussy is perhaps, well ..., perhaps demeaning so I had to wonder how he was going to treat me. I was still excited but this was nerve racking.

I reached over and turned the knob and he pushed the door open. The supervisor's room was just a few steps down the hall, and since the door to it was already open he walked in and put me down on the bed.

Sandy was there sitting on the side of the bed, but he instantly dropped to the floor on his face, kissed the floor and said: 'Master'. Yeah, no surprise, he did. They all did. There were a bunch of them, four or five guys, who were really weird. They kiss the floor when KT cones by, I saw one of them ... Well, I'll just say they are really weird.

"Strip him" KT said. In an instant Sandy was at me, grabbing my t-shirt.

"Hey" I yelled but he paid no attention but violently jerked me around and yanked the shirt up and over my head. Then, grabbing my jockey shorts and actually lifting me up, he wrenched them down and off, getting me naked in about five seconds. "What the fuck?" I yelled, but Sandy was back lying prostrate on the floor as if he hadn't moved at all. "Thank you, Master" he said.

That was Sandy, one of those weird ones. The story going around was that he and the other weird ones had been 'fixed', whatever that means. All I can say is they were totally devout and 1000% obedient to KT. They always dropped to the floor when he came by,no matter where they were. And kiss the floor, yes, kiss the floor in front of him, like they worshiped the ground he stood on. I actually saw one of them, Brian I think his name was, beg KT to allow him to kiss his foot. Actually beg him. And when KT refused, I swear to god, he was about to cry.

I understand those guys pretty much live in the weight room, building themselves up. I mean Sandy was not only very good looking, he was a hunk, and so were the others

KT had stripped at the same time Sandy was stripping me, and he was just standing there in the nude, hands on hips, looking over at me, with that big dong hanging down. He gave me a smile, and I swear I almost melted; he is so beautiful.

Keeping that smile on his face, he raised his arms and performed a double front bicep pose.

"Jesus" I whispered in total shock and awe. Of course he was truly magnificent, but most shocking was that he was doing this for me. He was performing muscle poses for wimpy little me. Jesus! Just me because Sandy was still looking at the floor.

There really are no words to describe him because he is impossibly perfect. The white bodybuilders would give their soul to have his glorious brown coloring without smearing all that gunk on themselves that they do at contests. And his muscles, his body, was beyond magnificent.

He moved to another pose, forcing out his chest and tightening his abs. "Jesus" I said again, involuntarily this time.

"You like this, little boy" he asked giving me that incredible grin of his. I just sat there in awe and in shock. He was so ... so ... I simply couldn't come up with the words to describe him.

"You want to touch this, don't you, baby?" he said, but it wasn't a question. He knew.

I got down off the bed onto my knees. "Oh, Jesus. Yes, Master" I gasped. The truth is I was overwhelmed with desire. Desire and lust.

"In fact, you want to lick, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Master" I answered, and I know I was starting to drool, but I couldn't help it. I had a clear memory of sliding my tongue over those incredible muscles last week and yes I wanted to do it again. Yes, I wanted to worship this awesome creature. KT went back to the double bicep pose.

"You want this hot black muscle stud to fuck you, don't you, baby?" I would have answered anything he asked in the affirmative at the moment, but in fact I heard what he said. He wanted to fuck me again. But sitting on my knees before this resplendent human being with my mouth hanging open in absolute astonishment, I wanted whatever he wanted. Besides, my memory of last week was of KT smiling down at me as I shot my load on my chest. My memory was of the look of delight on KT's face as he rammed his dick into me.

My memory of any pain I may have suffered last week seemed to go right out of my head, suddenly becoming insignificant. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me.

"Yes, Master" I whimpered. Yes, whimpered. I was in awe of him. I was terrified and I was excited and I was in awe.

"Three" KT said and pointed over to the corner. Sandy obediently scurried over to the corner facing the wall. Three? Evidently KT had renamed Sandy 'Three'.

"Come here and worship, baby boy" he said, giving me that pervasive grin as he chuckled softly. As I crawled over he pointed to his feet. "Start here" he said. I bent down and planted a kiss on his foot. It felt good! Yes, it did. This is what he deserved and this is what I wanted.

I know you're going to think I'm bonkers here but I felt honored. This man was herculean, he was special, unique, extraordinary, a phenomenal human being. He deserved to be worshiped. Gods like him were put on this planet to be served, so I felt privileged that he was allowing me to do it, tiny little wimpy nobody; me.

And, yes, I felt special. He picked me. He even posed for me.

I started licking his feet over and over, and yes, my dick was still aching. I couldn't see him as I kissed and licked his feet and started working my way up his ankles, but I could tell he was performing various bodybuilding poses in front of the mirror. I wished I could see him, I was dying to see him, but obviously he was doing it for his own pleasure, not for mine, and not for Sandy either who was facing the corner. So while he admired himself in the mirrors, I concentrated on what I was doing, worshiping the part of the body that was in front of my nose.

He didn't say anything or give me direction, so I must have been doing what he wanted. He just kept posing for himself in the mirrors as I worshiped his feet and legs.

When I reached his middle he grabbed my head with one big hand and pulled me into his crotch where that enormous dick was no longer hanging, but was sticking straight out.

"Sniff, pussy" he said (pussy again). "Smell a real man." I sniffed as he pushed my face against his balls, his prick banging against my forehead. There was just a faint musky smell, and maybe a soapy smell. I made loud sniffing noises as he held me there. "Okay, lick 'em" he said and I started licking his balls.

He let me go for a couple minutes before he spoke again. "What does your Master want now, pussy?" he asked as he kept posing in front of the mirrors. I had to think of that for a minute. Was he really asking me what I think he wants? He told me to lick his balls but did he want something else?

I kept licking his balls wondering what the hell he wanted. There was a hesitation while I thought of what I was supposed to say, but then he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and slapped me, making it sting.

"What does your Master want now, pussy?" He repeated the question in the same tone of voice as the first time as he pushed his face back into his crotch. I still didn't know what he wanted, but he thought I did. He expected me to know the answer or he wouldn't have asked me. I was still licking his balls, I didn't dare stop, but I had to answer him. He pulled my head back and slapped me again. This time it really stung. I definitely didn't want to get hit a third time.

"Answer the question, pussy" he demanded in a voice that suffered no hesitancy. What did he want? Last week he fucked me, but he'd already made it quite clear that he was going to do it again. That's a given so it wasn't that. I'd hardly sucked him at all last week, so could it be that? Was that what he wanted? Actually, it seemed unlikely because I hadn't had any practice doing it. And then it struck me; his ass. After I'd worshiped his body and sucked him last week he'd had me sucking and licking his ss. He'd had me doing it for the longest time, and he'd groaned in pleasure. That had to be what he wanted.

Without answering his question, but with a confident smile on my face, I crawled around behind him and pushed my face into his ass.

He groaned in pleasure. "Oooh yeah, pussy" he said with a chuckle. "That's it. That's it." Yup, jackpot.

He reached back and fluffed my hair once and then gave my head a push. "In, in" he said as he wiggled his ass and pushed on my head. I started licking his hole. "Suck on it" he ordered me. "Keep licking but suck on it too." I did what I was told, sucking and licking up a storm.

He kept me at it for maybe ten minutes and he wasn't gentle. He'd grab my hair and jerk me out giving me a second to breath, and then ram me back in, slapping me on the back of my head. I stuck my tongue as far into his hole as I could and wiggled it. He seemed to like that.

"Come on pussy. Come on white boy, come on you fucker, eat that ass. Eat your Master's ass" he demanded, going on and on. "Worship it, pussy. Worship it." He kept wiggling his butt and jerking my head around barely allowing me to breath as I tried my damnedest to please him.

Then finally, finally he let go of my head and stepped away. I was gasping for breath and actually fell back on my butt catching myself on my hands. I looked up into a grinning face.

"Way to go, pussy" he chuckled. "You know where that tongue belongs." He walked over and sat on the side of the bed. "Here" he said pointing between his legs. "Let's try that mouth."

He had his hand on his dick, keeping it semi hard as I crawled over between his legs. He grabbed my head in one huge hand, pulled me in, and started rubbing his dick against my lips, smearing them with pre-cum.

"Open and lick" he said. I obeyed, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. He was holding my head so I couldn't move it, and he was holding his dick barely within reach of my tongue. But I did what I was told and licked what I could reach, just the head of his prick.

He let me go for only a minute or so before putting his hand under my chin and pulling my head up to look at him. "You're my pussy boy aren't you, baby?" he said.

"Yes, sir. Yes, Master" I answered without hesitation.

"Well, you're gonna learn to be my cocksucking pussy boy" he chuckled. "Right now." Using his thumb, he pried my mouth open and immediately followed it with his enormous pecker. Putting a hand behind my head, he pulled, hard, forcing that monstrous pole deep into my throat.

I went into convulsions. Luckily he only held me there or a split second, allowing me to pull back gasping and coughing and spewing up saliva. This was worse than last time, last week when he pushed his prick into my throat. This time he actually jammed my nose into his crotch so all twelve or fifteen or whatever inches went right down my throat.

I coughed and coughed and when I finally began to recover I looked up at his grinning face. "You know what?" he said with a laugh. "With that pretty face and those pretty lips you're going to become a damn fine cocksucker."

Grabbing me by the hair, he pulled me back to his crotch and pressed his dick against my lips. "Open" was all he said. Did I think about it? No, not for a second. This was my duty to ... to ... this demigod; my Master. I was terrified but I opened up. "Now suck" he said as he pushed in.

KT"s prick was not only big, evidently over eight inches, it was also fat. As he pushed in he forced me to open wide. I looked up at him with tears beginning to drip from my eyes, but he didn't strangle me. He only went in a couple inches. I started sucking.

But after a few seconds he gradually started pulling me in again, pushing his dick against my throat. I forgot to take a big breath so he was immediately choking me as he crammed his dick in there. I gagged and coughed and panicked, putting my hands on his waist trying to push away. He jerked my head back off his dick and slapped me, making it sting.

"Get your fuckin hands down, you little shit" he snapped at me. I was gasping desperately for breath, but I was also embarrassed because I knew I shouldn't try to push away. That was an absolute no-no, but I panicked. I couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry, Master" I whimpered as my heartbeat began to slow and I began to get my breath. "I'm sorry. I couldn't breathe."

"Hands behind your back" he snapped. "And keep them there." I did as I was told.

"Again" was all he said next. Oh shit, he's going to try it again. I grabbed the biggest breath I could as he took aim and pulled my head back onto his dick. He pulled and kept pulling as his monster hit my throat and went beyond. He was looking down into my terrorized face, my eyes bugged out in fear as he crammed that dick in me. He wasn't smiling now but was just looking determined.

I couldn't do it, I choked. But he didn't stop; for a couple seconds he kept right on pulling and I started coughing, again, starting to panic. But then he relented and let go. I flew back, almost going over backwards as I coughed and coughed and gasped for breath.

He just looked at me for a couple minutes as I tried to recover, and then, without a word pushed back into my mouth and started pulling me back and forth. He just sat on the side of the bed, not moving, but was pulling my head back and forth onto his dick with his grip in my hair. He kept going slow, pulling almost all the way out, and then back in, sometimes just a couple inches and sometimes back against my throat making me gag. He didn't stop but kept a slow controlled movement going.

This I could deal with. In fact, this was great, I loved sucking him, and it was a real relief from the deep throat attempts.

"Look at me" he finally said as he stopped the motion. I looked up at him. "Breathe" he said. Oh shit, he was going to do it again. Very slowly now, looking me in the eye, he pulled me in, inch by inch, reaching my throat and beyond. I tried to control it, trying not to gag, but I couldn't help it. Tears were really dripping down my cheeks now.

He saw I was having difficulty and pulled back for a few seconds giving me a chance to recover.

"Don't disappoint me, baby" he said as he stared down into my eyes, a frown on his face instead of that gorgeous smile. "You can do it. Pay attention. Control it." Very slowly he pulled my head back in again, forcing me to open up.

I wanted so desperately to please him. It shocked me to hear him say that I was disappointing him. I felt the monstrous thing enter my mouth and press against my throat. This was impossible. It was too big. I forced myself not to gag as he kept pushing, trying to open my throat.

KT says I can do it. I can do it if I concentrate hard enough, and no, I didn't want to disappoint him. He continued to pull on my head and I felt my throat open to gigantic proportions as the monster dick forced its way in. I did it!

Then I coughed, uncontrollably; actually coughing the big prick right out of my throat. I coughed several times more as KT pulled me completely off of his dick. It took me longer to recover this time but when I finally looked back up at him, I saw that he really was disappointed with me, and my heart sank. He wasn't angry, but it was clear he was unhappy with me.

"I'm sorry, Master" I pleaded. "I'm sorry." I wasn't sobbing but I was close to it, I was upset. Why couldn't I do it? Why couldn't I please him?

"Sorry doesn't cut it" he snarled, and now I saw that his look had changed; he was now angry. No longer just disappointed, but angry. "You just ain't got it, you worthless piece of shit." That's when he hit me, a good solid smack across the face. I let out a screech.

"Pleeeeaaaasssse. Master. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Now I was crying. I wanted to be someone really special to him and I wanted to do what he wanted, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. "I'm trying, Master. I'm trying my best."

"Well, your best ain't good enough. Get the hell out of the way and I'll have Three take care of it."

"No, no please, Master. This is my first time. I know I can do better. Please, let me try again. I can do it. I know I can do it." I was blubbering away, in desperation. It would be beyond humiliating if he sent me back to the barracks in disgrace. No way could I face the other boys. "Let me try gain, Master."

"You're pissing me off, pussy. Stop wasting my time."

"One more time, please, Master." He didn't say anything, but he didn't push me away either. But I could see that he was not happy about giving me another chance. So I knew this was it: due or die.

He didn't move this time, but just sat there waiting. I moved in, opened up, and took that monster prick in my mouth once more. This was it. I was going to take it if the world was coming to an end. I had to do it. There was no alternative.

I felt it hit the back of my throat and then his hand was on the back of my head again. I closed my eyes as he pushed against the back of my head forcing my throat to open up as the monster slid it. As the pressure of his hand increased I concentrated on not gaging. No gaging, no gaging. He kept pushing, and then, suddenly, I realized that I had it under control. I was doing it. A second later I felt my nose press against his crotch. I was there. That monster prick was actually all the way down my throat.

KT held me there for maybe five seconds, pulled back an inch or so and jammed back in, jacking his crotch against my face. And he did it again, and then again, pulling back an inch or so and jacking back in, cramming my nose into his crotch; fucking my face.

I was running out of breath and my face must have been turning purple, but I was doing it. Then, he let up on the pressure allowing me to back off. I pulled back all the way allowing his prick to pop out of my mouth.

I looked up and was in heaven. That beautiful smile of KT's was back as he looked down at me. "Way to go, baby" he said as he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up to a kiss. "I – knew – you – could – do – it" he said, kissing me between each word. "You gonna make me a fine cocksucker." I was thrilled. Hell, yes, I'll be KT's cocksucker any day of the week. There were still tears in my eyes, but they were now tears of joy.