Date: Mon, 6 May 2013 05:09:36 -0700
From: gladiatorkid@hotmail.com
Subject: What I Look For In My Twinks - 2

Author's note: If you're under age or don't want to read about gay
domination, don't read this.  Otherwise, enjoy it.

What I Look For In My Twinks

Chapter two

Trace had e-mailed me asking if he could come over, and since I had nothing
else planned, I gave him the okay.  Yesterday afternoon I fucked another of
my regulars, hot little slave boy Dave, and then last night I picked up a
really cute young virgin named Ronnie who had a nice body and said he was
sixteen but didn't look a day over fourteen.  I fucked him twice last night
and then twice more this morning but hadn't done anything since then.  So I
was horny when Trace arrived.

So he comes to my door and after he kisses my feet and calls me Master, he
crawls into the middle of the living room, crouches down with his forehead
on the floor and his hands clasped behind his back and waits.  Trace; short
for Tracy I guess, but I always thought Tracy was a girl's name.  I suppose
that's why he goes by Trace.  I've been fucking him every once in a while
for over a year now and he is not only a great cocksucker, but he's totally
obedient and as submissive as they come.  In fact he's one of the very few
real muscle addicts that I've fucked a second or a third time, so you know
he's hot.  I mean, to these hot little twinks I'm a high class SM Master
and a would-be hustler, except I don't charge, so they know they are fuckin
privileged to serve me.  They know they are lucky little fucks to even be
allowed to be controlled by a gorgeous Master like me and they are more
than willing to give their all just to be allowed to worship.  Hey, I'm
happy with it.  They submit to me completely and I show them how exciting
and satisfying it can be to pay homage to me and be a slave to their muscle
god.  And let me tell you, they may go away slightly bruised, but they go
away happy.

Yeah, I'm a god.  I've told you what I look like, and man, you see me you
gotta swoon.  My perfect gorgeous features attached to bulging traps
leading to big round muscular deltoids.  Those shoulders are incredible
mounds of muscle, and the cuts between them and my monstrous biceps and
triceps are nothing less than astonishing.  And those biceps, you gotta
see'em.  Not just great lumps of muscle like most guys which are pretty
damn impressive in themselves, but mine are perfectly defined muscles
leading to a central peak which is beyond belief.  And then my chest.
Simply enormous.  Great bulging slabs of muscle that were just made for
submissive slaves to worship with their tongues.  And the ridges of my abs
are like steel and form into a perfect eight pack.  But, as perfect as my
upper body is, I really think my legs are my best features.  Absolutely
prodigious thighs and calves just waiting to be ravished by some hot little
slave boy.

But hey, I ain't overbuilt like some guys I've seen, so although I'm
really, really big you know everything is in perfect proportion and I'd be
equal to any of those guys who are winning body building contests.  With my
physical perfection I could compete in any of those contests, but it really
doesn't interest me.  Being admired from a distance in a bodybuilding
contest in no way compares with a gorgeous teenage hunk idolizing my
muscles up close and begging me to allow him to kiss them.

You want to know how really hot I am?  One of the busiest cruising areas in
town is a small park just down the block from here and it's busy because I
live here, and most every guy who goes there has heard about me and hopes
they'll get picked up.  It made the Damron Guide as best cruising area one
year after I moved here.

I also think I must be the horniest stud around, because I've been known to
do up to four twinks in a day and once when I doubled up I had six.  Even
though I'm particular about what twinks I pick up, they seem to be coming
out of the woodwork and since I'm so fuckin dazzling I can pick them up at
the drop of a hat.  They're available and my cock can never get enough, and
there ain't no limit on the number of guys I can subjugate and turn into
submissive slave boys in a day.  I mean, shit, that's what I do.  I
overpower and dominate boys and fuck them. Taking control of young twinks
and making them my worshiping slaves is my game, and I'm incredibly good at
it.

I've also got a perfect situation since I've got a small apartment above
the garage behind my parent's house so I have complete privacy.  They're
willing to keep supporting me so I spend a couple hours in the gym every
day, and do a whole lot of fucking the rest of the time.

I know a lot of the guys like going to the baths, but that really ain't my
thing, partly because I've got more than I can handle right here in my own
neighborhood.  Besides, I like the seduction and the gradual domination of
a really gorgeous twink in a one on one situation.  I love seeing a kid
kissing my feet after I've roughed him up a bit and made it clear that he's
my slave and that he's lucky to be my slave.  After I've got him shaped up
so he knows I'm his Master, there ain't nothing like getting a good hour of
tongue worship covering every muscle on my body and then fucking the shit
out of him a couple times.  As I've told you, muscle worship is my thing
and I'm really partial to blowjobs as well, so every single sexual
encounter I've ever had has had a pretty mouth adoring my muscles first and
then that same pretty mouth trying to swallow my nine inch schlong. There
are few things more into the domination thing than forcing a kid to suck on
a big fat cock.  My cock is pretty damn big, and forcing it into a guy's
throat and making him choke on it is an incredible power trip.  I mean,
there ain't nothing shows my power and superiority over a trick more than
forcing him to choke on my big prick.  Okay, so I know blowjobs aren't
everything since I usually follow it up with a hot fuck in a tight ass, but
the domination muscle worship and the domination blowjob always come first.
Always.

Before I get into the story of fucking Trace, I'd like to explain a couple
things.  One is `new fucks' and one is `fantasy fucks'.  Let's start with
the `new fucks'.

You may think, since I'm a dominant SM Master, that I knock my tricks
around and abuse them a little while forcing them to crawl for me and that
ain't totally wrong.  I mean, just the idea of battering them and raping
them is very exciting, and, under the right circumstances, there ain't
really nothing wrong with that because that's the sort of thing I can get
into and enjoy.  But if you really believe I do that kind of shit on a
regular basis you ain't been paying attention.  I said I like them pretty,
and I said I like them with some muscle, and I said I like them to be
muscle worshipers.  The magic here is `muscle worshipers'.

Hey, muscle worshipers are everywhere and a majority of them seem to be
sixteen year olds.  A muscle worshiper is what it says, a kid who is a
rabid lunatic over muscle and wants to worship mine and will do anything to
get me to allow it.  Of course these kids want muscles of their own and
they want to look like me, but because of our societies belief in instant
gratification, if they can't get there own immediately, they become wildly
enthralled by mine, and are willing to do most anything to worship them.

There ain't no question these kids know from the start that I'm a Master
and will be in charge, and to gain access to my muscles they have to be
willing to be my chattel.  But every damn on of them has a secret craving
to be dominated by a muscleman like me.  Yes, before I even start to train
them on how I want to be worshiped, they're already into it and are
prepared to do anything to fulfill their desire to make love to my body.
From the very start they know that a muscle god like me deserves their
total reverence and adoration and complete obedience.

Since these `new fucks' are ready and willing to worship me I simply have
to supervise them on how I want it done.  It doesn't take much to get them
to slavor all over my muscles, and it doesn't take a hell of a lot more to
get a blowjob and a good tight ass fuck.  They want me to be in charge and
take total control of them and make them do my bidding, and, of course,
that's my game and I'm a virtuoso at it.

Now, about `fantasy fucks'.  When I take a new twink, he knows I'm going to
be in charge, but he doesn't know exactly how it's going to work out.  He
knows I'll dominate but he's so focused on my muscles that he can't think
of anything else.  However, twinks that I've had before already know what
to expect because I've trained them, so they have now become `fantasy
fucks'.  I fantasize about being a muscle Master and controlling and
dominating them, and they fantasize about being a slave to me and
submitting to my every whim.  We both know what's going to happen so we
just act out the parts we play in the fantasy.

So, Trace has been a great fantasy fuck for over a year now, and a good
one.  That's why I keep letting him come back for yet another session.  But
as I look down on him on his knees in my living room I realize he is
giggling.  The little son-of-a-bitch had got the giggles.

"You think this is funny, you little shit?" I growl at him.  "Are you
daring to laugh at your Master?"

"No, no Master.  Please.  I'm sorry" he said as he continued the stupid
giggling.  "I just can't help it."

"Well shut the fuck up before I throw your ass out of here.  This ain't no
laughing matter."

"I'm sorry, Master" he giggled even louder.  "Please.  I'm trying to stop.
Really.  I'm trying."  But he just couldn't stop.

I'm telling you this story about Trace as an example of one of my fantasy
fucks, but it really isn't a good example.  Most fuck sessions follow a
script and both participants, me and the twink, enjoy it.  But, here is the
problem with a fantasy.  In a fantasy each participant has to play his
predetermined part; I play at being a Master and Trace plays at being a
slave and as long as we stay in character we both enjoy the result.  But
Trace has now dropped out of character by laughing, which ruins the whole
fantasy and makes it meaningless to even pretend that I'm his Master.  So,
I have two choices, kick him the hell out of my apartment, or drop the
fantasy and decisively kick the shit out of him and fuck him anyway.  Our
fantasy has become so comfortable for him over recent months that he has
forgotten how rough I'm capable of being.

Reaching down I grab him by the hair and jerk him up violently.  "You
stupid little fuck" I growl as I slap him hard across the face and then
backhand him.  The laughing stops instantly and he gets a shocked look on
his face as he yelps from my slaps.  I said I hit him hard and I did
because his cheeks are already turning red.  "Take my shoes off you piece
of shit" I shout at him.

He instantly reaches down and removes my sandals as I step out of them, and
then glances up at me.  "Off, you idiot" I shout at him, and he takes my
socks off as well.  Grabbing him by the hair again, I jerk him up and give
him another two hard slaps.  There are tears in his eyes now, and he still
has this shocked look on his face.  "You think this is funny you little
shit, I'll show you what's funny.  Give me one of those socks."

As he hands me one of the socks I squeeze his cheeks hard until he opens
his mouth and then I stuff it in.  "I'll show you how funny this is.  Go
get your collar and leash."  Still on hands and knees he crawls into the
bedroom and comes back holding his two inch wide black leather slave collar
and his leash and bowing his head, hands them to me.  I grab him by the
hair and viciously jerk his head up again.  "You stupid little fuck, how
dare you think this is funny."  I can see that there is a look of fear in
his eyes now.  I've probably fucked him a couple dozen times in the past
year or so and he's left here with bruises, so he knows I can be rough and
demanding and sometimes brutal, but he's never seen me really angry.  Not
like this.  He now realizes this was no laughing matter and he's getting
truly frightened.

I give him another slap and hold the collar in his face.  "Kiss it."  He
gives me a strange look, like `how do I do that'?

"Take the god damn sock out of your mouth, you stupid fuck" I shout at him.
He instantly pulls the sock out of his mouth and kisses the collar.
"Again, and slobber on it".  He kisses it some more as I continue holding
it in front of his face, and gathering up some spit he gets it wet from end
to end.  I grab the sock and jam it back into his mouth and give him
another back hand.  Tears are really beginning to flow from his eyes either
from the pain or real crying and both cheeks are bright red.  I don't give
a shit and he's going to be hurting a whole lot more before I'm done.

I fasten the collar around his neck, and grasping it, I lift his one
hundred forty pounds up off his knees and just hold him there with the
strength of one arm.  Then I give him a pile driver slam to the stomach
with my fist.

"Yeeeeeaaaaoh" I hear as a muffled scream since I've almost rearranged his
intestines.

"Thank me for bothering with you" I yell at him as I drop him to his knees
and as tears pour from his eyes.  "Thank me, I said."

After a short hesitation he grunts "Mmmg Mmmg" through the sock trying to
say thank you.  Amazingly enough his hands are still clasped behind his
back even though he is in tremendous pain, which shows the power of my
training.

"Now kiss my feet" I shout as I let go of his hair.  Without looking up at
me this time, he pulls the sock from his mouth, bends over and starts
kissing my feet.  I don't give a damn one way or another whether a slave
kisses my feet, but I like the idea of them having to grovel in front of
me.  It emphasizes for them that they truly are slaves and must do anything
their Master desires.  "Now, while you kiss my feet, you think of what
punishment you deserve.  Think of what I should do to you."

I really was angry at first but I've calmed down a bit now, and am thinking
of how I can turn this into a pleasurable fuck session.  I mean, that's
what it's all about, my pleasure.  And since I like to kick ass anyway,
here is a perfect opportunity to really let myself go and be as sadistic
and violent as I want on a twink who knows he deserves it.

Lifting one foot, I put it on the side of his head and start grinding his
cheek into the carpet.  "Tell me how fuckin sorry you are" I shout.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he babbles as I'm trying to mash his head
into the rug.  "I'm sorry, Master.  Please, I'm sorry.  Please.  Please."

"Put that damn sock back in your mouth" I order him as I lift my foot off
his face.  He instantly jams it back in his mouth.  Attaching the leash to
the collar, I head into the bedroom forcing him to scurry along on hands
and knees behind me.

"Strip" I order him as I set on the side of the bed and unfasten the leash
from the slave collar.  He quickly removes shoes and socks and then his
t-shirt, shorts and underwear.  In about ten seconds he's totally nude.

And Trace is a real pretty one.  He must be at least eighteen but he has
one of these baby faces that make him look five years younger.  And, since
he's a typical gay man who wants to look good, he's got a great body.  Not
a huge bodybuilder by any means, but a delightful looking physical
specimen.  He's been working out for over two years and it shows.

"Kiss my feet and ask me to forgive you for being an asshole."

He instantly got on his knees and crouched down and started kissing my feet
again.  "Please Master.  I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry.  Please forgive me
Master."

"That's not what I said" I growled at him.  "Clean out your fuckin ears and
do what I told you."  There was silence for a moment except for the
smacking kisses he was making on my feet.  Then he figured it out.

"Please, Master.  I'm a total asshole.  Please forgive me for being an
asshole.  Please, Master, I'm sorry I was an asshole."

"Pull my shorts down" I ordered him.  He got up from his crouch and pulled
my shorts down and off.  When you have a returning twink and are not out
cruising you don't worry about what you wear, so I now was left with only a
raggedy t-shirt and my white bikini.  My prick wasn't hard yet but was
still pretty damn impressive with about seven fat inches trying to hide
behind the tiny strip of cloth.

Grabbing his hair again, I pulled his head back and spit in his face,
hitting him on the cheek.  "I'm not forgiving you, you stupid shit, but
we're just taking a break.  Got it?"

"Yes, Master.  Yes.  Thank you, Master.  I'm really sorry, Master" he said
as he was weeping softly.

Now back to my explanation of a `fantasy fuck'.  A `fantasy fuck' is when
both players are playing their pre-scripted parts but we were well beyond
that now.  We'd thrown out the script.  He knew I was going to be brutal
but he didn't know how much, but he also knew he deserved it and was
obviously willing to accept it.  I mean, think about it, he could get up
and leave at any time and never come back, but there was no way he was
going to do that.  No way was he going to lose the opportunity to be one of
my regular fucks.  I don't use safe words with my twinks because I don't
like bondage and almost never use it.  If I can't control a twink without
tying him up, I don't deserve to call myself a Master.  But Trace liked
being dominated by me and knocked around, so maybe to him this was the same
game only just a little more intense.  We both knew it was going to
eventually end up in a very rough and probably painful fuck anyway.

"Go get the paddle" I ordered him.  I don't usually use a paddle unless it
fits into the current fantasy and the twink seems like he really wants it,
and I don't actually know if I'd ever used it on Trace or not.  But since
he was very aware of where I keep it hanging in the closet evidently he had
had a taste of it in the past.  Crawling there and back on hands and knees,
he kissed it, bowed his head and held it up to me.

"How many?" I asked as I took it from him.

"Please Master.  Whatever... Whatever..." he said as he was still
sniffling.  Taking a big gulp he continued.  "Whatever you...  Whatever you
think."  He stopped and coughed and took another big gulp.  "Whatever you
think I need, Master."

"Is ten enough?"

"Yes, Master.  Ten.  Yes ten."  Reattaching the leash, I headed back into
the living room with him scrambling along behind.  Sitting down on the sofa
I just looked at him and waited.  He glanced up at my face to see what I
might be expecting from him, and then crawled on my lap with his ass
sticking up.  He was afraid and he knew it was going to hurt, but I was his
Master and he absolutely loved the fantasy we had together, so he wanted
this.  He wanted me to dominate him and hurt him, and I know that later,
upon reflection, he was going to savor the memory of this event; the time
when he gave himself up completely to his Master.

I wanted this punishment to hurt, really hurt, but I didn't intend to
injure him.  I wanted it to hurt for days, but I didn't want permanent
damage, so I controlled my swing as I gave him the first swat.

"Yeeaaooh" he screamed as I slammed the paddle onto his ass.  I think it
was shock as much as hurt since I caught him unawares.

"Thank me" I ordered.

"Thank you, Master."  Then I slammed him again.  He didn't scream this time
but couldn't keep himself from grunting.  "Thank you, Master" he whispered.

So he got ten healthy swats and his ass was bright red, and there was no
doubt he was going to have blisters there, and he probably wouldn't be
setting down for the next few days.

"Put the paddle back" I ordered him, so he climbed off my lap, took the
paddle and crawled into the bedroom.  I followed him leisurely, pulled off
the bikini and sat on the side of the bed with my only half hard seven
inches dangling down between my legs.

"Get over here."  He crawled over in front of me and put his forehead to
the floor.  "Beg" I said.  Now, all of my returning twinks were skilled at
begging, because it was one of the main requirements of my muscle worship
training program, so Trace knew exactly what I expected of him.  I love to
watch a pretty twinks face as he begs me to be allowed to touch me, or suck
my cock, or kiss my ass, or something.

"Please, Master.  Please, Master.  I'm so sorry for being an asshole.
Please let me worship your body.  Please honor me by letting me worship
your cock.  Please allow me do whatever I can to give you pleasure, Master.
Please, Master.  I beg of you.  Please let me worship you."

Now that's the way I train a twink.  You hear a kid talk like that you know
he's well trained and knows exactly what I expect from him.  "Do you
deserve it" I ask.

"No, Master, of course not.  But I would be honored if you'd let me worship
you."

"You're right, you don't deserve it, so no muscle worship tonight.  But
since your ass is hot I'll fuck you.  Now get up here and kiss my cock."

He raised up and gave my dangling, mostly soft cock, a single kiss.  "Thank
you, Master.  But... ahhh... Master?  Ahhh... please... ahhh... may I ask
something?"

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked in annoyance.

"Please, Master.  May I remove your shirt?" he asked and I had to laugh
aloud.  I mean, here I was kicking the shit out of him, and was about to
give him a rough fuck that he'd never forget, and all he could think about
was being able to admire and savor my incredible muscles.  As I've said
before, all my twinks were absolute muscle crazy and simply couldn't get
enough of my body.  They felt privileged to just be able to look at me and
would freak out completely when I allowed them to touch.

Since the t-shirt was old and raggedy I grabbed it at the collar and with a
quick yank, ripped it open, and then I tore it down the front leaving my
chest and stomach bare and the scraps of shirt dangling from my shoulders.
Trace was looking up at me in total adoration.

"Get on my cock" I ordered him.  With his hands tightly clasped behind his
back, Trace leaned forward and swallowed my cock.  Since it was mostly soft
and only five or six inches, he took it all the way to the pubes and
started lapping it with his tongue and sucking like a mad man.  He knew he
had something to prove and I could see that he was willing to strangle
himself if necessary to make it up to me.  Ain't nothing wrong with having
a slave one thousand percent focused on not only sucking your cock and
giving you incredible enjoyment, but absolutely determined to give
something above and beyond; providing an exquisitely delightful penance.

As he kept his lips jammed against my pubes and continued licking and
sucking, I starting to get hard.  Very hard, very quickly.  I mean,
pleasure points throughout my body came to life with feelings of
exaltation.  Why do you think I kept letting Trace come back?  He was a one
in a million cocksucker, and could do things with his mouth that I didn't
know were humanly possible.

Putting one hand behind his head, I pushed him even harder into my crotch,
jamming his nose in tight.  And I just held him there as my big wanger got
bigger and longer and fatter.  Trace still had a lot to make up for by
being such a shit so I wasn't going to make this particularly easy for him.
As I held him there and my growing cock started forcing its way into his
throat, I felt his head jerk so I knew he was beginning to choke.  I simply
pushed him in harder and his choking contortions started doing wonderful
things to my cock.  Suddenly his head jerked and he spewed saliva and spit
out of his mouth but the feeling of that throat squeezing my cock was
simply superb so I held on, just letting him go ahead and choke.

When he finally brought his hands out to my crotch, which was absolutely
forbidden, I knew he was in trouble, so I finally let go and allowed him to
pull his head back.  He gasped and coughed and gasped some more and without
any input from me he spoke.

"Thank you, Master.  Thank you, Master.  Thank you, Master" he gasped as he
tried to get his breath.  I couldn't help but get a grin on my face as I
watched him dive back in and force my big bludgeon back into his throat.
He was truly determined to make it up to me for laughing and making me
angry so it was no surprise that he pushed has face right back into my
pubes again, jamming his nose in tight and forcing my monster well back
into his throat once more.  As well as licking and sucking he now started
swallowing, which he knew from experience gave me lightning bolts of
exquisite pleasure shooting all the way down to my toes.

"Oh yeah" I groaned as I couldn't contain myself from the incredible
feelings coming from my prick.  As he pulled his head back to get a breath,
I grabbed his head and rammed him back in and just held him there while my
pleasure centers started firing on all cylinders.  When he tried to pull
back I let him go but immediately rammed him back in and as I held his head
I jacked my crotch into his face a couple times trying to get maybe one
centimeter more down into his throat.  After he came up for air once more I
grabbed his head with both hands and crammed his face into my crotch as
hard as I could and forced my crotch forward to meet him, and even smacked
him on the back of the head trying to get even deeper.  And, oh fuck, what
a fabulous feeling of strength and power to get such marvelous feelings
coming from my prick while strangling this little slave boy who was
groveling in front of me.  Absolute nirvana.

But now I was getting hot.  Really, really hot.  It felt so fucking good
that I almost decided to stay there with my cock buried deep in his hot wet
hole, but I couldn't because I still had plans to fuck him.  Cocksucking
genius or no, I wanted to fuck him and fuck him hard.

So, with significant amount of frustration since I knew I was missing
something great, I pushed his head back, pulling my cock out of his throat
and mouth.  Then I pulled my feet up and lay on the bed on my back.  "Up
here, facing me slave boy" I said.  Trace climbed up on top and sat on my
abdominals.  His face was bright red and he was still gasping for breath,
and his chin and chest were covered with the saliva he'd spit up.

"Thank you, Master" he said breathlessly.

"You greased up?" I asked.

"As ordered, Master."

"Get on it then."

"Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master."  He reached behind him and took hold of
my fully hard nine inches, and raising his ass slightly, he aimed it
towards his tight little crack.  And then he eased himself down on it.

"Ohhhhh" he groaned as he forced himself down on my enormous shaft.  I put
my hands behind my head, just relaxing but also giving him some bulging
biceps to admire while he slowly impelled my big cock into his ass.

"Ohhhhh shit" he groaned again as he seemed to reach bottom with his ass
pressed against my crotch.  "I'm there Master" he whimpered.

"Okay, slave boy.  It's all yours.  Go to it."  Very slowly Trace raised
his ass up a couple inches and then lowered himself back down.  He did this
several times very slowly, and then gradually began to rise slightly higher
on each move: four inches, five inches, six inches.  As he reached seven
inches he lowered himself down and gasped for breath a few times.

"I'm ready, Master" he said.

"Okay, babe.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard."  And now he started real movement,
raising up almost to the end of my prick and then lowering himself, almost
slamming his ass into my crotch.  His eyes were closed and his head was
thrown back and he was groaning constantly now as he kept the movement
going.  As his ass seemed to get more acclimated he gradually picked up
speed so after a bit he was really ramming his ass against me.

I'd gotten really hot, almost to the point in cuming, in the blowjob, and
now with his animated fuck on my cock I was getting near the point of no
return.  Not completely there yet, but getting too damn close, I raised up
and put my hand on his face and pushed him over backwards allowing my prick
to pop out of his ass.  Getting up quickly onto my feet, I grabbed him and
jerked him over to me at the edge of the bed and threw his legs up in the
air.  Then with one hard thrust, I rammed back into his tight little bung
hole.

"Yeeeoooh, Master" he howled as I rammed into him hard and continued doing
it over and over again.  Then, putting his legs on my shoulders, I grabbed
him by the arms and lifted him off the bed so he was riding on my cock.
Then, raising him up bodily, I dropped him down on my cock several times,
ramming my crotch up to meet him each time as hard as I could.  He really
started to yell so he must have been in pain, but I was beyond noticing
because the feeling in my cock was stupendous and I was getting very close
to my climax.

Taking three steps over to the wall I slammed him back against it, and
holding him there, I rammed my fat nine incher up into his ass violently
over and over again.  Reaching up I slapped his face hard as I fucked.  And
then again and again and again.  I was frantically ramming my massive boner
into him as hard as I could as I was hitting him and he was howling, and
suddenly I was howling too as I reached my climax.  Forcing my cock up into
him one more time, and giving him one final back hand to the face I started
shooting.  Oh Jesus.  Having this kid up against the wall with just my
blasting prick holding him there as I rocketed my gism into his ass was a
show of strength to put any other muscle Master to shame.

Grabbing him by the hair, I gave him a violent jerk as I plowed into him
two more times as my exploding ramrod was sending signals to every pleasure
center of my body.  Then, while still fireing, I grabbed his shoulders,
stepped back to the bed and dropped him on it.  My Pecker still had a shot
or two to go as I slammed into Trace's ass eight or ten more times actually
moving the bed with each savage thrust and maybe shaking the whole
building.

Finally, I just let myself fall down on top of him with my feet still on
the floor.  As I started to relax I heard he was moaning and crying softly.
Hell, I knew I'd hurt him, but big fuckin deal.  "Shut the fuck up" I
ordered and he instantly became silent.

We were both puffing from exertion so I just lay there for ten minutes or
so.  As I raised up off of him I realized we were both drenched with sweat,
and evidently Trace had cum while I was fucking him because he had cum on
his chest so it was now on me as well.  Instead of having a look of
pleasure on his face however, he had a look of pain and shock and it looked
like his cheeks were going to be black and blue and probably blistered by
tomorrow.  But what the hell, that was fine with me.

Grabbing him by the hair I pulled him off the bed and dumped him on his
knees in front of me, and pushed his head down to my feet.  Even as hurting
as he was, Trace, as one of my well trained slave boys, knew what to do.

"Thank you, Master.  Thank you, Master" he mumbled as he kissed my feet.

Hey man, that's what it's all about.  Me kicking the shit out of a kid and
almost tearing him a new asshole, and then having him thank me and kiss my
feet.  Pretty fabulous Hey?.  There just ain't nothing like it.

I considered having him lick his cum off my stomach, but I knew for him it
would be more pleasure than punishment, so I grabbed my well used cum towel
and wiped it off.

"Get your stuff and get the fuck out of here" I ordered him.

"Master.  Please" he mumbled as he continued kissing my feet.  "Please."

"Do it" I shouted at him.  Now he moved, going to the living room and
getting dressed.  I followed him in but didn't say anything, and after
glancing at my face, he didn't dare say anything either.  As he left I saw
that he still had the slave collar on, but that was okay.  He'd have
something to remember me by.

So, that was the session I had with Trace the other night.  I'm kinda sorry
I told you this story because I had really intended to tell you of a
typical session with one of my twinks.  Yes, Trace was one of my regulars,
but this session definitely wasn't really typical since he almost ruined it
by getting the giggles and I ended up being much more violent than I would
have otherwise.  But let me tell you, that was one fabulous fuck.  Totally
amazing and completely satisfying.

But I only came once which is never enough for me.  So I got dressed and
got ready to go out cruising for some hot young twink who wanted to be a
worshiping slave to a dominant muscle Master.

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