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Available Youth Fantasy Chapter Three
"Go ahead, honey, you can touch it" I laughed. Shawn's place was only ten minutes away, but Howard's eyes were glued to my crotch, he was licking his lips and I swear he was on the verge of drooling. I was wearing a wrestling singlet and just thinking of the coming evening with Shawn was making me hard. Well, half hard anyway, but it was making a hell of a bulge in that tight white singlet and it was having quite an effect on Howard.
Howard is fairly new and I'd only fucked him once, breaking my own rule of always taking the virgins twice. Oh, I'd done the usual with him. I kicked his butt, made him kiss my feet and fucked him just like everybody but he was such a quick learner that I realized that nothing more was really necessary. He'd gotten obedient and fawning from the get-go, even before he got his 'ash'. Yeah, 'ash'. I'll tell you about that later. And since there were so many other boys needing my attention, I skipped his second fuck.
He wasn't happy about it because, as well as his immediate admiration for me, he'd become cock crazy from the minute I'd introduced him to mine. Of course, he'd never seen one like mine before, but even so, it was actually funny how instantly infatuated he'd become. The little shit almost strangled himself on it the first time I stuck it in his mouth.
After that first fuck, after I'd taken his cherry, he'd tagged along after me for a couple days begging for more. After getting his 'ash', it was even worse so I finally had to put a stop to it. Oh, I've got nothing against fucking him again, but there were always others in need of my prick, and actually, even though he was young and pretty, he wasn't really my type. I prefer them short and stout while he was tall and slim.
His best feature was his cute baby face and curly light brown hair. He was cuter than a button and that's why I was bringing him to Shawn. He'd gone cock crazy over my cock, so I knew he'd be even crazier about the monster Shawn had between his legs.
As we'd gotten underway I'd had him strip and get into the white short-shorts and the white t-shirt I had in the car. They were a little tight on him and the shirt didn't quite reach the shorts leaving an inch or so of skin showing, so they were perfect and made him look really sexy. Shawn was going to love him.
But, as I said, the kid was cock crazy and this was the first time he'd been alone with me since I'd fucked him. He couldn't take his eyes off my prick.
"Go ahead, honey. You can touch it" I laughed. He immediately reached for it but I slapped his hand away. "Whoa" I laughed. "No hands, honey. You want to touch it, you use your tongue." He didn't hesitate for an instant, but leaned over and not just using his tongue, but latching on to my prick with his mouth. I was wearing my wrestling singlet so there was no way he could get to actual skin, but the tight, thin singlet with nothing under it gave him plenty to chew on. He was going to leave one hell of a wet spot.
But, actually, it was wet already, because just thinking of Shawn always got my pre-cum flowing. I only let Howard have a couple minutes to enjoy himself before I made him stop. "That's enough, honey" I said. "You've got a busy night ahead." I pulled him up off my crotch.
He sat there in the seat for a moment and then looked over at me.
"Sir?" he said, making it a question. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to know where we were going.
I'd picked him out yesterday because I knew Shawn would love him; young and cute and tall and slim, Shawn's perfect type. But I hadn't told him he'd been picked. So today I'd simply gone into the recreation room, grabbed him by the scuff of the neck, and marched him out to my car. So, yeah, he had to wonder where we were going. He had to know that somehow he was going to be on display since I'd made him change clothes.
I ignored his 'sir?'. He should know better than to question me. His job was to obey.
"Open the glove compartment" I said to him. "Get a collar out of there. The wide brown one." The brown one would go well with his brown eyes and brown hair. "Now put it on" I said after he pulled it out.
He looked over at me. "Sir?" You know I don't like to be questioned by any of my kids and that pissed me off so without saying anything, I took a hand off of the steering wheel and gave him a slap alongside the head. He yelped in surprise.
"Put it on" I growled at him. Now he obeyed, quickly strapping the collar around his throat. "Get a leash out of there" I said, and he pulled a leash out of the glove compartment. He glanced nervously at me, and when I didn't say anything, he went ahead without instruction and clipped it on to the collar and handed the end to me.
As we entered Shawn's long circular driveway and parked, I got out the lipstick. As we got out of the car I said "here" and he hurried around the car to me. He had this puzzled look on his face as I stood there with the lipstick in my hand so I growled at him: "not a word". Pushing him against the car and jerking his head back, I carefully painted his lips with the lipstick. It was the palest of pink and only barely glossy, but wow, did it look good on him. It brightened up those pretty lips something wonderful, enhancing their color and luster enormously. Shawn was wild about pretty pink lips on his kids so I knew he was going to go absolutely crazy over Howard. Howard didn't make a sound as I blotted his lips and put the lipstick in my bag.
Now he was ready for Shawn.
I was in a great mood, but I always am when I'm going to visit Shawn. In the next hour or so I was going to get beaten and even tortured to the extent of my ability to take it, and then I was going to get roughly and royally fucked, but I was going to enjoy every minute of it. I always did. I'd be Shawn's cringing supplicant every day of the week if he'd let me.
And let me say right here, right up front. I believe that every dominant top man, every gay man who thinks he will only top, has a secret desire, a deep furtive craving to be topped by a bigger, hotter, more powerful guy. I really believe that, and I'm a perfect example of that. I mean, there ain't nobody more butch or dominant than me, and I've got the looks and the muscles to go with it, but Shawn handles a secret craving that I have to get dominated and controlled by a bigger man. And, yes, I love to get fucked, but only by Shawn.
Shawn, the most powerful and the most handsome black man on the planet. The biggest strongest bodybuilder I'd ever seen, and with that incredible strength he was the most powerful and talented wrestler I'd ever seen as well. And that was what this was all about: wrestling.
Shawn enjoyed domination wrestling. Private, winner takes all wrestling. Wrestling leading to a brutal, almost violent fuck.
Shawn had been a professional wrestler for some years until he got bored with it and found out he could make a lot more money on bodybuilding supplements. Bodybuilding supplements and other bodybuilding drugs, some legal and some not. Evidently some of the best money to be made was in the `not legal' category. Those drugs tended to work better than the legal ones and since Shawn pretty much controlled the market of those muscle building drugs in the lower East coast: Florida, Georgia and the Carolinas, he was doing very well. Extremely well.
His greatest pleasure these days was domination wrestling. Private, winner takes all wrestling. And Shawn never loses.
"Well, hello, Kordel" Shawn said as we entered the room. Yup, that's me: Kordell Thayer Jackson, but nobody would dare call me anything but KT except Shawn. In fact, Shawn was one of the few who actually knew my real name. Shawn was sitting on what could only be called a throne. An enormous gilt chair supposedly copied from something from the palace of Genghis Khan. Oh, yeah, that's Shawn. He is insanely vain and arrogantly narcissistic, and those words are hardly adequate to describe him. And let me tell you this: he is totally justified. Two things I've got to tell you about Shawn right up front. He's the biggest man I've ever encountered and he is the richest man I've ever encountered. He was a professional wrestler for some years, and I doubt that he ever lost a bout, because he's simply bigger than everyone else. Bigger and stronger. He stands at about six-feet-seven and weighs in at well over three hundred pounds, and that's three hundred pounds of solid, rock-hard muscle: big enough and massively muscular enough to absolutely boggle your mind. And he's rich. He found out early on that he could make a lot more money selling bodybuilding supplements than he could from wrestling, so he has a complete line of dozens of products for budding bodybuilders and they are very popular. The legal ones and the illegal ones. And that explains the throne, kind-of. He can afford it, and with the many wrestling belts and awards he won when he was competing, he deserves it. The 'king' of wrestling. You think this is ostentatious? Well, of course it is, but that's Shawn. I don't know how big this mansion of his is, but I know it was big when he bought it and its now bigger. It has not only indoor and outdoor pools, but a gym and a weight room. Yes, two pools, and yes, a gym and a separate weight room. The gym has mats for wrestling and the weight room is for ... well ... bulking up that enormous body of his. And he lives in this enormous place by himself. Well, almost by himself. But he always seems to have half a dozen or more menials and hangers-on around to do his bidding. So, anyway, the throne was installed in the gym, or maybe you could call it the throne room, or maybe just the wrestling pit. But, no doubt it is the center of Shawn's universe, sitting on his fancy chair surrounded by wrestling mats. That's where he sits in triumph after he's trounced some sorry guy's ass. And, by the way, Shawn is black. Black, black, black. African black. And he belittles anyone of lighter color like me. That's just the way he is. "What did you bring me?" he asked. Howard wasn't a tiny kid like the ones that I generally prefer, more like 5'10" and slim but I knew he was more Shawn's type. Not scrawny, but nicely formed with some flesh on his bones. The best thing about him was that baby face, and that is what really turns Shawn on. Shawn loves slim white boys with cute baby faces and pretty pink lips. Especially pretty pink lips, and you better believe Howard's lips were looking gorgeous. His naturally curly light brown hair added to the effect, making him look even sweeter. I'd put the collar and leash on Howard in the car, because, again, that's what turns Shawn on. As I've described Shawn to you, you gotta know he's a dominant among dominants. He is a truly transcendent and supreme Master among menials. And Howard was going to be his plaything for the evening, his pet, his entertainment. I gave a tug on the leash and walked up closer to Shawn pulling Howard with me. "This is one of the prettiest ones I've got" I said. "What do you think?" I pushed him up close to Shawn. The white shirt and shorts that I'd put him in looked great next to Shawn's glistening black skin. The contrast was amazing. "Oh yeah" Shawn laughed, a big belly laugh. "He is a pretty one." I handed the leash to Shawn, and pulling Howard in close, he rubbed his enormous hand over his face and then fluffed his hair. "Oh, you are pretty." Howard didn't say anything or react in any way except for the look of complete terror on his face as this black giant took control. He'd better not because I'd threatened him with a very painful death if he dared to say a word. Shawn pushed a couple fingers into Howard's mouth. "Suck on 'em, honey bun. Show me how you can suck." Howard did what he was told. "Good boy" Shawn crooned. "Good boy." "You've outdone yourself this time, Kordell." Shawn said to me. Of course, I was pleased that he liked the kid. Making Shawn happy really did give me a lot of pleasure. I'm not sure if Howard completely understood what was going on here, but he must have had a pretty good idea by now because Shawn was clearly showing ownership. Howard had to know he was here to serve at Shawn's pleasure. Okay, let me explain. I love Shawn. Shawn is everything to me. He's been my mentor since I was a child, and he literally made me what I am. He had more effect on me than my own mother. I believe Shawn is a god among men and I love him dearly. In fact, I could say that I literally worship the ground he walks on. I loved him as a father when I was a kid, a replacement father for the one I never had. And about the time I reached puberty, when he started fucking me, he became more of a Master than a father, teaching me the meaning of fawning obedience and controlling dominance and introducing me to BDSM. He became my Master, and, as far as I was concerned, my lover. I very much doubt that Shawn has ever lost a bout as a professional wrestler, and now that he only wrestles at home for enjoyment I know he never loses. Yes, for his pleasure and enjoyment since Shawn only wrestles in a 'winner take all' context. And for Shawn 'winner take all' means a good hard fuck. Shawn is rich and he is beautiful and he has a body beyond description, and he seems to have an endless supply of young men wanting to wrestle him. Knowing in advance how it's going to turn out, knowing they're going to get royally worked over and then fucked, the hunky guys line up to have the chance with him anyway. It helps that Shawn has the very best illicit bodybuilding drugs available that the young bodybuilders would give anything to get their hands on. And for anyone drawn to muscles, Shawn is sheer perfection, an absolute dream come true. So, he can pretty much get as many young would-be bodybuilders as he wants. For Shawn, taking these young men is just play time for him. Since his opponents don't really offer him much competition, he simply amuses himself for a while and then fucks the shit out of them. Of course. the gays go absolutely ga-ga over Shawn, and would do anything to be allowed to spend time with him, but you'd be amazed at the number of straight guys that want to wrestle him. Of course, they want the drugs, but a lot of them just seem to want a gorgeous giant muscle man to control and dominant them. You'd be amazed at the number of young straight bodybuilders who are willing to accept the pain of defeat and a royal fucking just to be able to say they'd taken him on. But wrestling with Shawn can be a very painful experience. Let me tell you, I know all about it being painful since i have a standing appointment the second and fourth Tuesday of every month. Yeah, I wrestle him, or you might better say I entertain him, since there's not much wrestling being done on my behalf. It's not that I ain't good. I made the state finals in wrestling two years in a row in high school, but Shawn is huge and enormously strong and he was a pro for ten years. I can't compete with that, and neither can anyone else. I can't even remember a time I've gotten a hold on him that he didn't break within a second. So, basically, on these Tuesdays Shawn takes me from painful hold to painful hold until I can't take anymore, and then he fucks me. And that is glorious. You know I'm most definitely a top, a true dominant, but with Shawn I'm happy to be his submissive. Yes, I love having him take me down and ram his prick up my ass. Oh, by the way, as you've seen, I usually bring Shawn a present. He loves cute young white boys from the barracks. Slim young things with pretty lips. He doesn't wrestle with them except for whatever he does in bed, so there's no pain involved. No pain except for when they take his big schlong up their bum. He treats them like a favorite pet to be preened and petted and played with for an evening. "Over there" Shawn said to Howard, giving him a pat on the butt and pointing to some benches against the gym wall. Howard obediently went over and sat down. Shawn got up from his 'throne'. "Jesus, are you still getting bigger" I said in awe as this massively muscled creature stood before me. He simply laughed and performed a double bicep pose, forcing his twenty-three or twenty-four-inch biceps to bulge to incredible proportions. I leaped for those massive tree stalk legs of his, trying to get him while he was distracted and he almost stumbled; almost. Reaching down he grabbed me by the shoulder and crotch, lifted me, easily breaking my hold on his legs, and tossed me. Yes, just threw me about six feet in the air and I landed with a thud on the wrestling mat. And before I could even blink he was on me, one arm twisting my arm, the other crushing my neck, and somehow twisting one of my legs behind me with his, causing excruciating pain. I didn't scream. I wouldn't allow myself to scream. Never with Shawn. No matter how painful it was. I refused to belittle myself and scream. And I know Shawn would have been disappointed if I had. Shawn was never easy, but I also knew he would not seriously hurt me. No question I'd be sore tomorrow, but I wouldn't have any broken bones. So that's the way it went. Shawn never held me in a hold more than a few seconds, always changing to something else, giving me a split second between holds, just enough time for me to move, but not enough to break free. Every once in a while, he'd let go entirely and get up, allowing me to stand up for a quick breather and giving me one more go at him. It didn't make any difference, I had no chance against him. In fact, I never once even got him into a hold for more than a split second. He was simply too powerful. But he went on and on. You don't quit until Shawn decides it's time to quit and even when I'd reached the point of total exhaustion, I still had to put on the supreme effort, attempting to overpower him, no matter how ludicrous. Shawn wouldn't abide anyone who didn't give their total effort all the time. Nothing pissed Shawn off more than anyone who wanted to give up before he was ready for them to give up. Let me emphasize that I ain't no pussy, I've told you how muscular I am, and I'm damn proud of my body and my strength. And I was almost state champion in my wrestling class two years in a row. I came in second in the whole state, so you gotta know, I'm a damn good wrestler. But that don't mean nothin to Shawn. So, when I'd finally reached the point where I could barely move, every muscle in my body screaming at me in agony, Shawn dropped me to the floor on my belly and put his foot on the back of my head. "Yeah, baby" he yelled in victory, and then pulled his singlet down and off leaving him naked. Raising his incredible arms, he performed a 'victory' double bicep pose in front of the mirrors. Then, dropping to his knees, he grabbed my singlet by the collar and ripped it down the back, all the way down to my ass. You know how hard it is to tear the seams of these artificial materials? Well, Shawn treated it like tissue paper. "On your knees, punk" he said to me as he slid a knee between my legs. I was so exhausted I could barely move, but I felt Shawn's hands on my waist lifting me, so I pulled my knees under me. I didn't even try to raise my head from the floor. I heard the singlet rip some more as Shawn tore it away from my ass. Then 'whap' and 'whap' he gave me a healthy slap on each ass cheek. Real healthy, it stung like hell, but no way will he ever get a sound out of me. "Get ready, wimp" Shawn chuckled. "You gonna get fucked like you never been fucked before." Jerking my ass up to the opportune position, Shawn lined his dick up with my crack and pushed. No preparation or anything. He just pushed. I know Shawn, I've known him for years, since I was a child. From my earliest years I know very well what it's like to get fucked by him. For him, it's always 'winner-take-all', and he always wins, and by the time he's done whipping his opponent, he's so wound up and his dick is so hard that he can get really rough, even brutal. He's won and he's going to collect his winnings in whatever way gives him the most pleasure and if his bedraggled pigeons get banged up in the process, that's just too bad. When Shawn's fucking, you can believe his focus is on the tip of his prick, and nothing else much matters. But, don't worry, Shawn would never have taken me dry. He just knew I always greased myself up ahead of time. Luckily, Shawn's prick size was not proportional with his body size, or he would have had at least sixteen inches. Not that he was small by any means, he wasn't. He had a healthy fat nine inches, just slightly bigger than mine, and let me tell you, when you've been fucked by those nine inches you know you've been fucked. Shawn pushed and I grunted, and his enormous dong forced its way deep into my ass in one smooth motion. Nothing special today, no acrobatics or nothing, just a good hard fuck. Holding me by the waist and sometimes grabbing my hair, jerking my head back, taking total control, he rammed that dick into me for about fifteen or twenty minutes. At the last minute he pulled out, flipped me over, climbed on, and shot his load in my face. I smiled up at him as his cum splashed in my face. Hell yes, I did. I love Shawn. And yes, I love being controlled and fucked by him. I stuck out my tongue trying to catch some of his cum as he grinned down at me. After he had me clean his dick off he got off of me but I didn't move. Hell, I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. Did I cum? No. Sometimes I do with Shawn, sometimes I don't, but getting screwed by him is so special, it's such an honor, that shooting my own juice is not all that important. Did I tell you I liked it? Me, the most dominant muscle stud in the county? Yeah, I did and I do. I loved it. This was a typical Tuesday for me, twice a month."Come over here, honey bun" Shawn said with a chuckle, looking over at Howard. "Lets you and me get acquainted." Howard hesitated but Shawn is staring at him with a look that demands obedience, so he started to get up. "No honey" Shawn laughed. "Crawl for me. All my boys crawl for me."
Howard looked at him in surprise as he froze half way up. "I said crawl" Shawn repeated calmly, but in a tone that brooked no dispute. A tone that demanded obedience. Howard instantly dropped to his knees, really scared. Hell, anybody'd be scared if a naked black three-hundred-pound muscle bound wrestler ordered him in that tone. He crawled over in front of Shawn.
Shawn was still naked but had gone back to the enormous chair, the throne like chair. His big dick was only now beginning to droop and soften.
As Howard crawled up, Shawn, very leisurely, reached out with an enormous hand and slapped him alongside the head, sending him flying and getting a screech from him. Holding his cheek, Howard looked up in tears.
"Sir?" he said in shock. Shawn was smiling at him.
Waving his fingers in a 'come here' motion, Shawn waved Howard back up to his knees. Very slowly, with his hand to his sore cheek, Howard got back to his knees looking up into Shawn's calm face.
Shawn put his hand in front of Howard's face. The hand that he'd just hit him with. "Kiss" he said.
Howard was in pain and was horrified; actually terrified, but he didn't hesitate for a second to do what Shawn ordered him to do. He kissed the hand, looking up into Shawn's smiling face.
"Say Thank you" Shawn said, beaming down at him.
Howard gulped. "T-T-Thank Y-Y-You, Sir" he said, his voice quivering.
Very leisurely, raising that big paw, Shawn let him have it once more, sending Howard flying again. Howard screamed as he banged his head on the floor. He was momentarily dazed, and when he looked up he had a look of total terror. Sobbing softly with tears dripping down his face he saw that Shawn was waving his fingers once again, waving him back up to his knees.
"Please, Sir" he said as he whimpered softly.
Keeping that big smile on his face, Shawn continued waving Howard back to his knees. Howard knew he had no choice, there was no question he had to obey.
Holding his hand to his sore cheek, he got back to his knees in front of Shawn, his whole body shaking in fear. What else could he do? Shawn put a hand under Howard's chin, pulling his head up, forcing him to look into his smiling face. He held his hand in front of Howard's face. There was no question what he wanted and there was no question of disobeying. Howard was crying softly as he closed his eyes and leaned forward. He scrunching up his face expecting to be hit again as he kissed Shawn's hand.
Shawn waited for a moment and then said: "well?"
Howard remembered. "T-Thank you, Sir" he whispered, his whole body shaking in terror, waiting to be hit.
"You're going to be a good boy, aren't you?" Shawn chuckled, giving Howard an enormous grin followed by a quick kiss on the lips. Then he slathered his big wet tongue across Howard's face, giving him a lick from his chin to is forehead as if he were a big lollypop. His grin got even bigger.
"Y-Yes, S-Sir" Howard moaned fearfully.
Shawn's grin got even bigger. "Yeah, I know you are" he said. Reaching forward, Shawn lifted Howard into his arms and set him in his lap.
Taking hold of Howard's head with a big paw, like you'd grab a basketball, Shawn raised his right arm and pushed Howard's face into his very sweaty arm pit. Very, very sweaty armpit from the wrestling and the fucking.
Shawn didn't say anything but just started maneuvering Howard's face around and around in his pit. Howard was trying to say something, maybe protest or something, but it only came out as: "ugh, ugh, ugh" as his face was pressed into the pit. But after only a moment Shawn pulled his head back and held him only inches in front of his face, that ubiquitous grin still pasted there. Howard's face was soaked with Shawn's sweat and he was gasping for breath as he looked up bleary-eyed.
"If you don't start sucking up that sweat, I'm going to get real mad at you" Shawn said sweetly. "And you don't want me mad at you, white boy. You really don't." Howard was still breathing hard, but seeing that look on Shawn's face, this giant black man's almost maleficent grin, there was no doubt that he had to give nothing less than total obedience. If possible, he got even more terrified than before.
Still holding Howard's head in a vice like grip, Shawn simply pushed his face back into his pit. He didn't say a word, but he didn't have to now. Howard started sucking away like a maniac, sucking up the pungent sweat from Shawn's armpit.
Shawn was satisfied. Another sweet white boy all prepared and ready to entertain him for the evening. He had no doubts this boy was going to be the most cooperative and obedient kid on the planet.
Howard was going to be a perfectly mannered slavish bottom boy and Shawn intended to put him to good use.
"You've got to have him back by seven, you know" KT said, speaking for the first time. He was still lying on the floor where Shawn had left him, totally worn out and still breathing hard. He had rolled over on his side to watch the action between Shawn and Howard.
"Yeah, I know" Shawn laughed. "Don't worry, I'll get him there. But I'm afraid the sweet little thing isn't going to get much sleep tonight."
"Yeah, I can see that" KT laughed. "I was sure you'd like him." The visual difference between the man and the boy was nothing less than astonishing. A coal black African/American, six feet seven inches tall weighing in at about three hundred forty pounds of 100% rock hard bulging muscle, and this young slim lily-white boy in his lap, five feet ten and barely one hundred thirty pounds. Truly a giant of a man with his little toy.
Watching Shawn prepare Howard to be his enthusiastic devotee for the night was old news for KT. He was well versed with Shawn's techniques of preparing his menials, because he had learned well and they had become his own techniques of preparing his own kids. Rough them up a bit, show them their inferiority and overall insignificance, and you could get hours and hours of pleasurable slavish submission.
"Succulent I believe is the word" Shawn laughed. "We're going to have a good time." Still holding Howard's head with one big hand, he slathered his tongue across the boy's face again, licking up his own sweat. "Mmmm tasty, you lucky boy" he laughed. Taking hold of the boy's t-shirt, he casually ripped it down the front, his enormous strength treating it like paper, and pushed it off the boy's shoulders. Howard moaned as Shawn rubbed a big hand up and down his slim body, tweaking his tiny nipples and feeling the tight youthful musculature. "Yes, you are a sweet one" Shawn murmured. Howard simply moaned.
Grabbing hold of Howard's head again, Shawn pulled him in for a long slobbering tongue dueling kiss. A very long kiss, going on and on. Howard seemed startled at first but then just seemed to melt. Finally, he began to actively return the kiss, his hands, seemingly of their own volition, went to the arm that was holding him and began gently caressing the enormous bicep. KT just watched as Shawn took total control of the boy, turning him into a devoted pliable adulator.
After what must have been at least five minutes of aggressive kissing, Shawn finally pulled back and then planted a number of quick kisses all over Howard's face. Howard looked a bit bleary-eyed but the look of terror was completely gone and there seemed no doubt he was now under Shawn's mastery.
Still holding Howard's head, Shawn gently pushed his face back into his armpit. "Let's see what you can do with that tongue, honey bun" he said sweetly. "Lick it." Howard started licking away at the pit.
KT finally got off the floor and stood up. "May I take a shower, sir?" he asked with a laugh.
Shawn laughed as well. "No, Kordel, you can't take a shower, now get the fuck out of here."
This was a game they played every time they were together. KT was loaded with sweat of course, after the wrestling and after getting fucked, so he always asked if he could shower before he left and Shawn always refused. Actually, KT really didn't want to shower anyway, and Shawn knew it, because KT intended to go back to the barracks and find a boy to do it for him, just like Shawn was doing with Howard.
The barracks was only ten minutes away so KT was still sweaty when he got back to his room. He hadn't bothered to get dressed except for skimpy paper-thin Dacron shorts that molded itself around his very hard prick and muscular ass. He was always this way, super horny and rock hard, after his meetings with Shawn. Getting Shawn's dick up his butt and being put through agonizing contortions was not just painful but incredibly exhilarating and always made him exceptionally horny. Also, being beaten and used and fucked by a giant always made him want to beat and use and fuck someone else.
KT always left one of his 'special' kids, one of those on 'ebon', in his room when he went to Shawn's ready for him when he returned because he knew he'd be all horned up and raring to go. Larry was there tonight. Larry was a really cute one and happened to be a perfect example of KT's 'type'. Eighteen years old and small, 5'5" or maybe 5'6" but simply gorgeous and compact. Compact, as in nicely muscled. In fact, he'd been trying to impress KT by working out in the facility weight room like a fiend ever since he'd received his 'ebon', four months ago now, and he was looking damn good. He wasn't blond like KT seemed to prefer, but that's not how KT decides who gets 'ebon' anyway. But Larry had beautiful ringlets of light brown hair, with darker eyebrows which contrasted wonderfully, bringing out his brown eyes and making him startlingly beautiful. KT's perfect type: young and small and beautiful.
Yeah, Larry was already there, ready and anxious for KT's return, but on the drive from Shawn's KT had been thinking of tiny little Peter. Five-foot-tall Peter, the Honduran kid with the jet-black hair and the spectacular green eyes. Peter had only been here for barely a week but KT had already fucked him twice because he loved the boy's bright green eyes, his gorgeous brown color, and his tiny body. Even though Peter claimed to be eighteen, he was barely five feet tall and probably only weighed a hundred pounds, and KT had carried him around the room like a little toy while he was fucking him.
Peter's brown coloring was absolutely stunning and his skin was almost as dark as KT's own skin, and KT loved that. Of course KT seemed to prefer white boys, but admittedly, that was mostly just a racial thing. He loved taking some of these intolerant little bastards and kicking their asses and then making them not only kiss his feet and his ass, the feet and ass of a black man, but also make them beg him to be allowed to do it. And then forcing them to thank him for the privilege afterwards. That could be pretty damn enlightening for some of these racist shits.
Anyway, KT had somehow got fixated on little Peter and even as horny as he was, with his dick still fully hard, he wanted Peter in his bed; and maybe Larry too.
Larry was lying on the bed but rolled off onto his hands and knees when KT entered the room. Sitting back on his haunches, he raised up, hanging his hands as if they were paws, stuck out his tongue and started panting. A perfect puppy waiting for his Master.
Even as keyed up as KT was, he had to laugh as he walked over and petted Larry's hair. "Cute little puppy" he chuckled. However, he was so hot and horny he wasn't up for Larry antics. He grabbed Larry's hair, jerked his head back and kissed him roughly. Then he gave him a light slap. "I don't want 'cute' you little shit" he said, not quite smiling. "You will grovel as always."
Larry instantly dropped to the floor, grabbed KT"s ankle's and started kissing his feet. "Sorry, Master. Sorry, Master. Sorry, Master" he mumbled over and over as he kissed.
KT ignored him and stepped away. "I'll be right back" he said as he left the room. The tears in Larry's eyes were not from the slap, but from chagrin. He had tried to be worshipful as well as cute, acting like a puppy, but it didn't work and he had displeased his Master.
As KT entered the dark barracks, there were sounds of squeaky bed springs and the patter of running feet as some of the boys got back into their own beds. After just a few seconds all sound stopped and the room became completely silent. When KT entered the room the boys literally stopped breathing, some quivering with excitement, some quivering with fear, wondering if it was their turn.
It was still rather early so although the boys had to be in bed, supposedly in their own beds, many had not gone to sleep yet.
KT walked directly to Peter's bed and saw he was awake and looking at him. Peter had already been through KT's entire introduction program. The orientation, the beating, the rough fuck losing his cherry, and the sweet follow-up fuck. And, just like so many of them, he had fallen for KT, hook, line and sinker, even before getting the 'ash'. Big beautiful demigod KT. Peter's eyes opened wide in excitement as KT walked up and pulled the sheet off of him.
KT was wearing those skin tight 'Dacron' shorts which molded themselves to his fat eight plus inch prick, and it was beyond obscene, it was absolutely gorgeous. Peter's wide-open eyes were glued to that enormous bulge as KT towered above him.
KT reached down and grabbed Peter's pajama top and jerked it open, popping all the buttons and then jerked it off. Grabbing Peter's legs, he lifted him up off the bed, grabbed his pajama bottoms and his underwear and ripped them down and off. Then he tossed a naked Peter over his shoulder and headed out of the room. You can bet every eye in the room was watching in awe and most likely envy.
The problem with being so hot and horny, is that you might cum too fast and the pleasure doesn't last, and KT knew this. As he walked to his room with Peter on his shoulder, he started taking deep breaths, trying to calm down some. At the same time, however, he also had his hand on Peter's sweet ass and was massaging it gently.
More deep breaths.
Larry hadn't moved from his position face down on the floor when KT dumped Peter on the bed. KT poked him with his foot. "On the bed" he said. Larry got in bed next to Peter. KT just stood there next to the bed for a couple minutes counting to ten over and over and continuing the deep breaths. Getting fucked by Shawn always made him outrageously horny and all he wanted to do was ram his dick into some little boy's butt and fuck the hell out of him. Bam, Bam, thank you ma'am, and it would be over. But, he wasn't going to let it happen tonight.
Both Larry and Peter were looking up at him in expectation, both actually quivering in excitement. Two gorgeous naked boys, Larry small, and Peter smaller. Two white boys eager and willing and almost moaning in excitement, ready to serve. They seemed to be every bit as excited as KT was.
But now as he counted to ten several more times and slowed his breathing he finally began to get back in control. Then he climbed over Larry, getting between the boys, forcing them to move apart leaving space for his big body. Imagine: this young black man, over six feet tall and massively muscled lying between two little teenaged white boys eager to serve him.
KT put his arms behind his head. "Start with my pits" was all he said. Larry was there almost before KT got the words out of his mouth, pushing his face into KT's armpit. It took Peter a minute to figure it out, but he saw what Larry was doing. Still, he hesitated, until KT growled at him: "do it" he said. Following Larry's example Peter leaned in and started licking KT's armpit.
Peter had only been here for a little over a week, but you can believe that after two fuck sessions with KT he was well along in his obedience training and his worship training. He may not have sucked up sweat before and may not have experienced KT at his most demanding, but he already clearly understood that KT was the Master and he was the obedient servant. But he was also captivated, completely enraptured by KT"s beauty and dominant personality, making him willing to serve.
Even though KT was horny as hell, and his dick was rock hard and almost throbbing, he let the boys lick away. He was absolutely wild and totally vain about his amazing physique and he loved body worship. He craved having young white boys licking over each and every muscle group and he loved watching those pretty faces working their way up and down his body. He could hold out for hours with some hungry mouths working every inch, his dick staying mostly hard the whole time before he finally got around to actually fucking them.
Right now was one of those times. He spent a good fifteen minutes having them work their way down his body and then back up again, licking up his well-earned sweat before he finally let them get after his dick.
"Okay, get on my dick" he finally said. Larry was there in an instant, but Peter was still slow on the uptake. KT gave him a slap along the side the head, getting him moving. KT was still fully hard, but his prick was still covered by the 'Dacron' underwear, but the boys, cheek to cheek, started licking away at it anyway.
After only a moment, KT said: "get them off". Larry reacted instantly, grabbing the underwear and pulling them down and off, and then immediately getting his mouth back on KT's dick.
"Look at me, babies" KT cooed as he looked at them, their cheeks touching and their tongues hanging out as he held his big fat eight incher between their faces. "Hold those tongues out" he ordered and as they stuck them out he slapped his dick against them, first Larry and then Peter and then back and forth between them. What a delight it was to see those cute faces looking up at him worshipfully as he banged his enormous black dick against them. Worshipfully? Yes, worshipfully. Perfect slaves worshiping their Master. He couldn't help himself, blurting out `Je-sus-Che-rist' in delight looking down and those beautiful young faces.
"Get to it" Shawn said, "but share it." The two boys started worshiping his dick, kissing and licking only, one on each side, each trying to out due the other. Shawn watched with an enormous grin on his face as the boys pushed their faces into his crotch, licking away and each one trying to take control of the action. Larry was the more aggressive and Shawn had to slap him a few times making him share the worship with Peter.
He let them go at it for several minutes. But even as much as Shawn loved having his body and his cock worshiped, he now wanted to fuck. Pushing the boy's faces away, he got up next to the bed and snapped his fingers. Both boys jumped off the bed onto their knees.
Larry was a deep throat artist, having had many sessions with KT's cock, and even though KT had had Peter choking on his cock a few times, giving him a feel of the enormous prick in his throat, there hadn't been time to train him into real deep throating yet.
However, KT was fixated on cute little Peter and it was Peter's pretty pink lips that he wanted to see on his prick. KT loved watching these boys squirm and fight as he buried his prick in their face, and listening to them gag was pure delight. He couldn't wait to see Peter's cute face attached to the end of his dick.
"Two, on my ass" KT ordered. Larry jumped to obey, scurrying around behind KT and sticking his face in his ass. KT grabbed Peter's hair and pulled him in within inches of his very hard prick. Moving his hips, he made it swing back and forth in Peter's face. "Remember this, pipsqueak?" KT asked as he watched tiny little Peter looking on in shock at the enormous dick swinging in his face.
Peter had only been in the barracks for a week but he'd been through KT's orientation, had endured his requisite beating, and had already been fucked twice. So yes, he was familiar with KT's prick, but two sessions with KT had not been enough to make him into a quality cocksucker and KT was going to work on that right now.
Holding the boy's hair, KT pushed his enormous dick between those sweet pink lips and kept pushing. The boy went into convulsions when KT's dick entered his throat but KT was unrelenting and kept right on pushing. The boy became frantic, pushing and beating at KT legs trying to get away, but KT could only grin as he forced the throat to open for his prick, jamming all eight plus inches in deep. KT allowed the boy to agonize and struggle for only a second or so however, before pulling quickly back.
The boy spewed out saliva, coughing frantically and began taking huge breaths. KT was grinning brightly as he looked down at the cute boy. KT did not consider himself a sadist, but he did enjoy training a new cocksucker. Showing his power and mastery over them, he loved watching them while they convulsed and struggled and agonized in their frantic attempts to escape as he force-fed his prick into their raw untamed throats.
"Take a breath" KT said and Peter looked up at him in shock. He hadn't had a chance to recover yet, but KT forced his mouth open again and pushed his big dick back into Peter's throat. Peter hadn't had the chance to get that breath, so now he was even more frantic than he was the first time. KT inexorably pushed into the boy's throat again, but he noticed that he hadn't gotten that quick breath, so he pulled back immediately.
Peter was hacking and coughing as KT pulled away, but after only seconds KT repeated: "Take a breath." This time Peter paid attention and took an enormous breath as KT pushed in again. Once more forcing his enormous prick into the boy's throat, Peter was trying desperately not to choke and was being only partially successful. Again, KT went all the way, jamming Peter's nose tight against his crotch, but this time he ground his crotch into Peter's face.
Holding tightly to Peter's hair, KT jacked his crotch hard into his face, cramming every centimeter of his eight plus inches of prick deep into the back of the boy's throat. "Ahhh, shit" he groaned in pleasure as he held Peter there for five or ten seconds or even more until Peter panicked and started to fight to escape. Then he relented and pulled back.
"Oh, shit, baby" KT enthused. "Your throat feels so good on my prick." Tears were dripping down Peter's face and he was still panting and gasping for breath as KT forced his head back so he had to look up. "Time to suck, baby. Get ready." Peter was terrified and frantic and was still coughing and gasping for breath as he looked up into KT's smiling face.
Giving him almost a full minute to recover, KT finally pushed back in, but this time only a few inches, not quite hitting his throat.
"Suck" KT said. At least he was not strangling him this time, so Peter started to suck. Swirling his tongue around the big pole and sucking, hoping that this would satisfy KT. Right now, he would to anything to satisfy him, hoping he wouldn't try to strangle him again.
Meanwhile, Larry was going gangbusters on KT's ass. He'd had plenty of previous opportunities to do this, and knew that KT particularly loved ass licking.
Larry murmured softly to himself, 'mmmmm', completely contented as he worked away at KT's ass, concentrating on giving him the greatest pleasure he could imagine. His mind was completely blank except for his single-minded devotion to serving his Master.
KT just stood there for a while next to the bed delighting in the two cute boy's worship, one in front and one in back. Then he turned slightly so he could get a good view in the mirror. Feeling their hungry mouths worshiping him was wonderful, but watching them in the mirror made it even better. He just stood there for a few minutes accepting the homage from the two mouths working him front and back, his eyes glued to the mirror because the visuals were fucking hot by themselves; gorgeous little Peter and hunky Larry doing their damndest to give him pleasure. Raising his arms, he flexed his enormous biceps and grinned in narcissistic pleasure at the image of his amazing physique and the two white boys at his feet.
Finally, after a good ten minutes he reached down and lifted Peter in his arms and lay him on the bed. Then, he reached back and pulled Larry's face out of his ass. "Get him ready, Two" he said.
Larry knew exactly what KT meant and climbed on the bed and raised Peter's legs. Sticking his face into Peter's ass, using plenty of saliva, he started licking and then working his tongue in and out of the tiny little pucker.
KT spit in his hand and smeared the moisture over his hard dick. He was raring to go so he didn't need any stimulation to keep it hard, he just wanted it wet. Larry had done this before, preparing a boy for KT's prick, so KT was confident that Peter's ass would be in perfect condition and ready for his big boner. Good and slick and opened up just enough to give KT a great fit.
"Okay, that's enough" he finally said because he couldn't wait any longer. Larry got off the bed and got on his knees on the floor as KY flipped Peter over and got between his legs.
"Look at me, sweetheart" KT said warmly. "Show me those beautiful green eyes of yours." Actually, that's what turned KT on the most about Peter, except for maybe his small size: those startling green eyes. Peter looked up at his grinning face. "Oh, you are beautiful" KT said. "Absolutely adorable."
Absolutely beautiful and a perfect receptacle for KT's dick. KT took aim and pushed. Those beautiful green eyes opened wide in shock as KT"s enormous prick entered that tight little hole.
"Aw shit" he said. It was even better than he remembered, that feeling of his big schlong entering the boy's tight hole. "Awww shit" he repeated.
Peter moaned as well but KT didn't even hear him since his total concentration was focused on the feeling in his throbbing prick. Yes, throbbing. Body worship and lots of preliminaries can be wonderful but it does get a person all 'hotted' up and KT was hot.
He pulled his dick out and in slow motion pushed it back in until all eight plus inches were deep in the boy's ass. "Awww shIIIit" he moaned, in total delight as he just held his dick there, enjoying the tight feeling of the boy's ass.
But he was there. Pulling back, and making two quick stabs into the hot little ass, he let loose, firing shot after shot into the boy. "Ohhh Fuuuck" he yelled in delight.
As he fired his last shot, he started slow fucking the boy, pulling in and out of the well-greased hole as he smiled down into the beautiful boy's face. And the boy was smiling back. He loved it. Yeah, he did. But who wouldn't? Getting fucked by a gorgeous creature like KT, perfect body, perfect face, totally dominant; what more could anyone ask for?
"You want to thank your Master for fucking you, little boy? KT said sweetly as he gave the boy a big grin and bent down and gave him a quick kiss.
"Yes, Master, yes" the boy gushed. "Thank you, thank you." KT's grin got even bigger as the boy lifted up and tried to kiss him again.
This is what KT loved and this is what he took for granted from all his boys. After their orientation and after their 'ash' they became his addicted admirers. An endless supply of cute young men, all of them hot and ready and yearning for his prick.
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