Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2017 13:29:03 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Available Youth Fantasy, Chapter 6

This story contains gay muscle worship and gay domination with young men
within a black-on-white racial context.  It also includes simulated rape.
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either.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep
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actual events in real life.  Any similarity to reality is entirely
coincidental.

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Available Youth Fantasy
Chapter Six


KT loved Copenhagen and he loved the availability of cute young boys who
were hot for his body and willing to explore.  In his first three weeks,
there wasn't a single day that he didn't take at least two and sometimes
three or even more gorgeous young kids back to his house (Emil's house) and
fuck the living daylights out of them.  It was simply amazing, and as
previously noted, the Faelledparken was like a candy store, with pretty
young muscle crazy teens fighting for his attention.

So, he loved Copenhagen, even though he had to put up with Emil's
desperate, persistent attempts to smother him with love.  He'd more or less
come to a workable arrangement by forcing Emil to go to work each morning,
he did have a job in his family owned company, so that kept him out of the
house during the day.  Then he locked him in his bedroom at night.  Yeah,
locked him up because Emil was unbelievably tenacious.

 It wasn't the best arrangement, but it was only till the end of summer,
when KT was planning to head South anyway.  Emil's house, more like a
mansion actually, was so comfortable and so centrally located, that he
didn't want to go through the trouble of switching to a new 'ash' boy.

KT couldn't keep Emil locked up all the time of course, he still had to
attend to the household needs and act as host.  That was the purpose of
'ash' in the first place.  He still had to cook and serve and KT often had
a guest for dinner, so, allowing him to attend to things while trying to
keep control of his incessant demonstrations of affection was not an easy
proposition.

A few times, when Emil got completely out of hand, KT was forced to slap
him down.  KT didn't particularly want to hurt him and hated having to
listen to his sobbing, but without extreme measures, there was no way to
get Emil to control his emotions.

KT knew Emil's actions were caused by the 'ash' and he knew it was not
Emil's fault; that he was only trying to show his love for him, but that
didn't make it any easier to live with.  KT also knew that 'ash' was
permanent so there was nothing he could do about it, except ... well ...
what he was doing.  It made him feel guilty but a few times when he was
desperate, he simply tied and gagged Emil and stuffed him in a closet for a
while.

That's when he got that call from Brice.  Brice in America.

KT hadn't been back to America for about a year.  Not that he wasn't
familiar with the US because before he decided to bounce around Europe, he
had spent more than a year traveling through the US. He still had 'ash'
recipients in nine American cities.

Brice was typical of his 'ash' boys.  He was a fifth-grade school teacher,
and lived in a cozy little apartment near Provincetown.  He wasn't rich
like most of KT's 'ash' boys, but Provincetown is a fun place to spend the
summer and KT had stayed there once for a month.  Brice was a blond, 5'10"
beach boy type, and KT had a clear recollection that, even as a straight
guy, he could give a mean blowjob.  Brice was a great host and KT had a
wonderful couple of months living with him and cruising Provincetown.

But now Brice offered him a job.

"You're not at Provincetown anymore?" KT asked him over the phone.

"No, I left there months ago" Brice answered.  "I found this new place in
Connecticut.  I've been here for three months"

KT didn't need a job; he didn't want a job; and it hadn't occurred to him
that he might ever want a job.  He was perfectly comfortable and happy with
what he was doing, fucking his way through all the big cities of Europe.

"Let me explain, KT" Brice said excitedly.  "This place is perfect.
There's an endless supply of young boys, teenagers that is, and here's the
magic: most of them are virgins."

"What?  What are you talking about?" KT asked.

"I'm talking about the barracks, this place for wayward boys" Brice
answered.  "They're sent here for any number of reasons when they've gotten
into trouble.  I know what you like KT and this place is perfect for you.
The kids have to be teenagers, not yet twenty years old, and let me tell
you, every one of them is cuter than hell.  I swear, I've never seen so
many perfectly beautiful young boys.  And they're all available."

KT was rather confounded.  It definitely sounded too good to be true.  "So,
what's the deal?  They're virgins?  What do you mean they're available?"

"That's the most wonderful thing about it, KT.  You'd be entirely
independent" Brice said.  "I'm in charge of one of the barracks and I can
do anything I want.  I'm serious, I'm completely independent."

"So, what do you do with them" KT asked.

"I don't do anything to them except try to control them and make them toe
the line" he said.  "But I know what you like.  I know you like young white
boys, and all these kids are either white or Hispanic.  And they're
available.  You're supposed to keep them under control, but that's pretty
much up to you, so they're available for you to do whatever you want with
them.  I'm telling you, it's really that good.  And, even better, a lot of
them are ornery little cusses, and knowing you, I expect you'd have one
hell of a good time straightening them out."  He laughed.

"This place is perfect for you, KT, and with your 'ash' you'd have
twenty-six kids climbing all over you."

Yes, Brice knew about ash, KT never kept it a secret since it didn't make
any difference.  The recipients were going to admire him and want to serve
him no matter what, so it made no difference to them whether something
artificial was causing it.

"Twenty-six kids?" KT asked.

"There's twenty-six kids in each barracks and there are four barracks"
Brice said.  "I'm in charge of one of them and you'd be in charge of
another one.  But you wouldn't have to limit yourself to only one barracks;
you could pick and choose if you wanted to."  Brice laughed again.  "And,
not only that, there's new ones coming in all the time, replacing those
leaving.  This place is just perfect for you, KT.  You've not going to
believe it.  You've got to come right now."

KT licked his lips.  This really did sound perfect, if it was as great as
Brice said it was.  Twenty-six teenagers.  Presumably they were ornery,
undisciplined kids who needed straightening out, and that was something KT
had really been missing.  These kids he was picking up in cruising areas
were hot for his body, really turned on to him, so even when he roughed
them up with hard demanding sex, they loved it.  Yes, they loved it, in
fact they expected it, even looked forward to it.  The fact is, they're out
here on the street and they get picked up by a black bodybuilder.  So, is
there any question that they ain't going to be doing a lot of muscle
worshiping?  And would any of them be surprised to know that they're going
to be nothing more that sex toys to be used and maybe abused for this
muscleman's pleasure.

They were always totally accepting.  They wanted to be used so they never
fought back.

Back in high school KT had taken half a dozen classmates against their
will.  He was young and finding his way, and yeah, he was this big tough
high school hero, they respected him and they feared him.  They were almost
honored when he came on to them, but you still had to call it what it was;
rape.  He had raped them.  And he loved doing it.  But he was a neophyte
back then, a kid in school who didn't know any better.  That was in the
past.

But now, KT got really hot when he roughed up his tricks before he fucked
them, but if they were unwilling and fought back it would probably be twice
as exciting.  Just thinking about it, thinking about raping a hunky young
man got him hard; really hard.  It sounded like the best job in the world.

And, Brice said most were virgins.  KT was most definitely partial to
virgins, it made his mouth water and raised havoc with his dick as he
imagined forcing it into a virgin ass.  Yeah, it was doing things to his
dick; it was not only hard, it was throbbing.

He did a lot of cruising in all the cities he lived in, but it's a fact
that you're not likely to find any virgins on the street.  It sounded like
in this barracks that he'd have a captive group of virgins just waiting for
him to work he way through them.

It sounded too good to be true, but it was definitely worth looking into.

"I'm in Copenhagen with Emil at the moment Brice, but I'll be there in a
couple days.  You'll put me up?"

"Of course, KT.  You need to ask?  I'm looking forward to it.  I can't
wait."

KT did not tell Emil where he was going.  He simply got the money from him
for the ticket and disappeared one day.  He knew that Emil would eventually
calm down once he was out of the picture.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello, Brice.  How are you?" KT said with a cheery smile as he came into
the terminal at the Bradley International Airport in Connecticut.  Watching
Brice closely, KT saw his face go blank.  If you weren't watching you
wouldn't even notice, but Brice's face went blank for a split-second and
then broke into a huge smile.  That sometimes happened when the 'ash'
kicked in and KT had seen it before.  The ''ash effect was always there, it
was permanent, but in KT's presence sometimes it seemed to click in and
they went into an 'admiration' mode, seemingly a personality change, upon
seeing him.

"Hey, KT.  How great to see you again" Brice said giving KT a warm longing
look and shaking his hand.  They were in the airport and couldn't kiss, but
KT could see it in Brice's eyes that he wanted to. The smile on his face
was a mile wide.  Just like all the guys on 'ash', he may have been
straight but he'd drop his pants in a second and lift his legs if KT wanted
him to.

"KT, this is Ross" he said, pointing to the young man standing next to him,
and KT did a double-take, almost staggered in amazement.  The kid was a
vision, totally gorgeous.  Spectacularly gorgeous.  Blond, blue eyed,
almost shocking blue eyes.  Perfect features with dimples, a slightly
feminine look common with many young boys.  He looked to be 14/15 years old
and was wearing a skin tight white t-shirt made of that shiny material,
lycra or Spandex or something, with matching shorts.  The shirt, literally
glued to his body, showed very nicely shaped pecs with his little buds
sticking out, and shoulders and arms surprisingly defined for a boy that
age.

 "For god's sake" KT gasped in amazement, actually stunned.  This may have
been the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.  Standing next to almost
six-foot Brice, he looked tiny, probably not over 5'5" or 5'6".

Brace laughed.  "I knew you'd freak out" he laughed.  "He looks good in
that doesn't he?"

"Shit, he'd look good in anything, but that outfit is almost pornographic.
Talk about an instant hard-on.  I want to rape him right here and now."  KT
laughed and Brice joined him.

"I'm afraid you can't rape him right now, not here anyway" Brice laughed.
"I got that outfit special because i knew it'd drive you crazy."

"Well, it worked.  You sure know my type.  He's fuckin gorgeous.  What's
his name?"

"Ross.  This is Ross," Brice laughed.  The kid had earbuds stuck in his
ears and was paying no attention to them whatsoever.  In fact, his pretty
blue eyes seemed unfocused, looking inward as he concentrated on his music.

"What's with the ear buds?" KT asked.

Brice laughed.  "Sorry about that.  Of course, I don't allow them
ordinarily, but this was my bribe to get him to come along with me today."
He kind of threw his hands in the air in a 'what was I supposed to do'
gesture.  "It's better than handcuffs and a gag, and that was my only other
option."

"He needs to learn some manners" KT said.  "How old is he?"

"I know he looks fourteen, but he's actually seventeen, definitely legal,
as if anybody cares" They both laughed.  Brice knew KT didn't care how old
they were as long as they were young and white and pretty.  Ross just stood
there, like a statue, totally ignoring them.  Actually, he was acting like
a snotty little kid who was bored, and was paying no attention to what the
adults were saying.

"What's the deal?" KT asked.  "Does he come from the barracks?"

"Yes, he's from the barracks.  I wanted to show you a sample."

"Jesus, this is one hell of a sample."

"I didn't bring him just for looks.  I brought him for you" Brice said.
"This is your welcome home gift."

"Jesus" was all KT could say.  "Jesus."

"You'll need to straighten him out a little, he's a bit of a prick, but I
know that's your forte."  Brice put his hand on Ross's shoulder, but the
boy shook it off and gave him a dirty look.

"And listen to this, KT, he's just a sample.  This is the barracks."

"Bullshit" KT said.  "This kid is one in a million, Brice."

"Just you wait until I show you" he gushed, actually giggling in
excitement.  "I've got a couple dozen more, damn near as pretty as this
one.  You're not going to believe your eyes."

"Sweet, Jesus" KT responded.  Brice's grin got even bigger.  Being on 'ash'
made him thrilled to be able to give KT pleasure.

"Do you have luggage" Brice asked.

"No," KT responded.  "I never have luggage."  KT simply depended on his
'ash' recipients to provide everything he needed when he moved in with them
wherever he was, so he could pick up and leave on a dime.  All he carried
with him were a few items in a backpack.

"Okay, then.  Let's go."  The three headed out and got into Brice's car.

"I thought I'd just take you to my place, KT.  We can visit the barracks
tomorrow.  You can settle in and rest up from your trip and perhaps try out
your gift."  He had to chuckle.  "I hope that's okay.  And by the way, I
have to get Ross back to the barracks sometime this evening, but you have
him until them.  Okay?"

"Yeah, sure" KT answered.  "That should be okay."

"I've got your bedroom all set up, and the clothes you left behind are in
the closet."

"You've still got my clothes from over a year ago?"

"Eleven months ten days" Brice said.  "You were here for just short of a
month, exactly twenty-eight days.  You left on August 18."

"Okay, yeah, I guess so" KT said.

"I'm working tomorrow" Brice said, "but we'll go out shopping on Thursday
and get you something decent to wear.  Is that okay?"

"Yeah, fine, fine" KT responded.

Pulling into the carport, Brice got out and ran around the car and opened
the door for KT.  He paid no attention to Ross who was in the backseat
nodding his head along with whatever he was hearing from the ear buds.

Brice unlocked the door and they entered the house through the kitchen.  He
had barely got the door closed when he reached over and touched KT's
shoulder.  "May I kiss you, KT" he asked as KT turned to face him.

"I didn't come here to kiss you, Brice.  I came to look into a job."

There was a long pause as Brice looked into KT's eyes.  "Please, KT" he
whispered, barely audible.  "Please."  KT saw that Brice's eyes were
actually misting up.

"What about my gift?" KT asked.  "The kid in the car?  Is he going to be my
plaything, or are you?"  He sounded like he was annoyed.

"I'm s-sorry, KT" Brice said.  "I'll ... I'll ... I haven't seen you for
almost a year, KT."

KT sighed.  'Ash' boys could sometimes be a pain in the ass because they
were always looking for his approval.  It could get very tiresome.

"Alright, come here."  Brice stepped up and they put their arms around each
other and moved into a long sweet spit-exchanging kiss.  Brice moaned in
pleasure.

The kiss went on for a couple minutes until the door opened and Ross walked
in.  "Jesus" he said in disgust and slammed the door.  He went by them and
into the living room as they slowly broke the kiss.

"Thank you, KT" Brice said, beaming at him.  "I've missed you so much."

"Brice, you're straight" KT said, making it a statement.

"Well, yeah, maybe" Brice answered.  "But ... but ..."

"Why aren't you married" KT asked.  "You're a good-looking man."

"I just haven't found ... " he stopped and looked into KT's eyes.  He was
definitely tearing up.

There was a long pause and then he spoke again.  "Please, KT" he barely
whispered.

"Please what, Brice?" He said.  "What do you want?"

"I want you, KT.  Nothing else, just you.  I've missed you so much".  A
tear dripped off of his chin.  "I love you, KT."

  "What the fuck?" KT said.  He was shocked.  Not again!

'Ash' wasn't supposed to work like this.  The recipients were supposed to
be attracted to him, and admire him and therefore be amenable to serve him.
Okay, so he understood that they wanted him, and straight or gay, KT had
fucked all of his 'ash' boys.  But they were not supposed to fall in love
with him.

Was Brice in love?  He said he was.

KT couldn't believe this was happening.  After all the shit he went through
with Emil, now Brice?  And they were both straight.  At least he thought
they were.  Somehow, with time, the 'ash' was getting stronger, acting like
an overdose.  While he was in Copenhagen, Emil had not actually groveled at
his feet, but he'd followed him around like a puppy dog endlessly
professing his love and demanding attention.

'Ash' was not supposed to work this way.  KT's Grandma had never mentioned
that this could happen.  It was too late to ask her because she'd been dead
for three years, but maybe something went wrong with that batch of 'ash'
she made.

Living with Brice was going to be a pain in the ass, but it wasn't the end
of the world.  He'd simply have to move out and pick another candidate for
the 'ash' she made.

"I love you, KT" Brice repeated softly.

"Oh, shit" KT said but he reached out and gave Brice a hug, squeezing him
tight.  Just a big hug, not a kiss, and then stepped back.

'Ash' was permanent, so there was nothing KT could do about it so he'd just
have to keep Brice at arm's length.  He did recall that Brice gave one hell
of a blowjob, so if that's what it took to keep him happy, he could live
with it.

"What about that job?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, KT" Brice said.  "Don't worry about the job.  It's all set up.  I
mean, it's up to you, it's yours if you want it.  I built you up with my
boss, but it wouldn't hurt to give him a little stimulus."  That was clear
enough for KT.  A little 'ash' could do wonders for getting a job.

Brice just stood there with a silly smile on his face, looking into KT's
eyes.  A look of love.  "I'll take you there in the morning and you can
check it out, and meet my boss.  Or better yet, you can check them all out;
the kids I mean."  He laughed.  "You're going to love it, KT.  I just know
it.  I'm so glad you're here.  I've missed you so much."

Brice turned and led KT into the living room, where Ross was slouched down
on the sofa listening to his ear buds.  "Give me your back pack and I'll
put it away in your bedroom, KT."  He took the pack.  "I'll give you some
privacy with Ross.  Is the living room here okay?"

"Yeah" KT answered.  "This should be fine."

"Okay, KT " Brice answered.  "It's wonderful having you back, KT.."  He
leaned in and KT allowed him to kiss him, but only on the cheek.  He almost
groaned aloud as he saw that look of love on Brice's face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now the kid.  That beautiful kid.  First of all, I could hardly wait to see
my big black schlong in that pretty face.  It was going to be delightful to
bang my dick against that stubby little nose and those sweet rosy cheeks.
My black dick against that lily-white face.  The only thing better than
that will be when I get my dick between those pretty pink lips.

Brice said this was my gift, my personal gift that I could use in any way I
wished.  No repercussions.  No consequences.  He was mine.

I'd fucked a lot of teenagers in the past couple years, lots, hundreds, but
as crazy as it sounds, I hadn't raped anyone since high school.  That was
going to change right now.

Ross was going to get raped.  And I intended to enjoy the hell out of it.

I wanted to take this ornery little bastard, this ill-mannered white trash
and show him what's it like to get raped by a black man.  There ain't
nothing wrong with having a guy throw his legs up in the air for me, but
it's definitely more exciting taking him against his will.

Believe it or not, I already knew he was impressed with me, but that's not
surprising.  I'm a hunk, and I stand out, so everybody is impressed with
me.  And as much as Ross had been pretending to be one hundred percent
focused on his music, I didn't miss those sly glances when he thought I
wasn't looking.  He was impressed, and I had a sneaking suspicion that he
was interested.

Who knows?  Maybe I wouldn't have to rape him.

I ripped his ear buds off and tossed them aside and then stood back.  He
just sat there momentarily with a shocked look on his face.  He may be a
spoiled brat, but he wasn't totally stupid.  He was about 5'6" and weighed
about 120 while he could clearly see that I'm over six foot and built like
a brick shit house.

"Hey, whatcha doin' man" he whined.  "Leave me alone.  You can't touch me."

I had to laugh at that.  "Who says I can't touch you?"

"I'm from the barracks, man.  You're not allowed to ..."  I reached in and
gave him a healthy slap across the face. (whap) "Yeeeaaaoooh" he yelled,
grabbing his cheek.

I grinned at him as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off.
His eyes got big.

"I don't think you've had a chance to look yet, have you boy?" I said,
giving him a big grin.  "Do you like black muscle men?  I'll bet you're
wild about black bodybuilders"

"Hey, man" he said, and gulped.  "I ... I.... I don't ...  leave me alone,
man."

"Oh, yeah, I can see."  I laughed and flexed, showing my massively muscled
upper body.  "I can see you like black muscle men.  And lucky you, I like
beautiful white boys."

With a quick movement, I grabbed Ross by the neck and jerked him to his
feet.  I loved that skin tight lycra shirt and didn't want to ruin it, so i
jerked him around until I could get a hold on it and peel it up and over
his head.  He was squirming around the whole time and once his hands were
free he tried to hit me.

With no effort whatsoever, I grabbed his wrists and held them behind him
with one hand.  Then I slapped him across the face with the other.  (whap)

"Yeeeaaaoooh" he screamed.  "Stop, stop" he yelled.  Still holding his
hands, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  Then, grabbing his legs, I
turned him upside down.  Taking hold of his shorts and holding them, I gave
him a shake, letting him fall to the floor on his head, as the shorts
slipped off, taking his shoes with them.  I stepped back with a big grin on
my face to admire my handiwork.  God, he was pretty.  Beautiful face and
not at all skinny like you'd expect from a young boy like him.

And he was angry, actually furious, even red in the face.  "You
god-damn-motherfucker" he started.  I grabbed his hair, getting a squeal
out of him and forcing him to get to his feet.  Holding him for a moment, I
grabbed his underwear and stuffed them in his mouth.  Then using the lycra
shirt, I gave him a good shake and tied his wrists together.  I tied them
in front, not in back because I wanted them clear of his ass.

I shoved him down on the sofa.  He didn't seem scared, not yet anyway, but
he was blazing mad.  Somehow it hadn't kicked in yet that I intended to
rape him.  I had to chuckle.  He'd soon figure it out

As Ross watched, I stripped off my shoes, socks and pants and then sat next
to him.  I pulled him onto my lap.

"You can grab my cock if you want" I chuckled because I could feel his tied
hands in my crotch.  Through his anger he actually grabbed my cock, hoping
to hurt me, but when I said "oh, yeah, baby" and moaned, he quickly let go,
realizing he wasn't hurting me but was turning me on.

Ross was squirming around all this time which was really helping me get
hard.  I gave his ass a good squeeze and then I flipped him over so he was
sitting on my lap; sitting right on my hard-on.  When he felt it, he really
struggled, trying to get away and screaming through the gag.  Smiling like
crazy I humped his crack with my raging hard-on a couple times.  Jesus, I
was hot.

It was Ross's ass that I was interested in of course, hopefully a virgin
ass.  So i flipped him over once more, putting him back where he was in the
first place, lying across my lap.  I grabbed a handful of hot little boy
ass and started massaging it.

"Oh, baby, you do have a sweet ass" I chuckled as I groped and squeezed his
little buns.  "A sweet face and a sweet ass, ready and willing to give a
man a lot of pleasure."

I gave his ass a couple light slaps and then drooled some spit down into
his crack and followed it up with my finger.

A muffled "noooooooo" came from Ross and he tried to squirm away.  "Sweet"
was all I said as i moved my finger around the hole and then punched it in.

Ross screamed and I had to smile.  I hadn't had a hot young American for
ages so I was really planning to enjoy this, and his fighting back was
doing wonders for my libido.  And if he was virgin, all the better, a real
plus.

Simply ignoring his yelling, I finger fucked him for a couple minutes.
Then, drooling another big wad of spit, I jammed two fingers in.  Ross
really howled this time, but that was okay.  When I followed those fingers
with my big schlong he'd really have something to scream about.

"Such a sweet ass, baby" I said.  "And so fuckable."

Putting one arm under his middle, I stood up and lifted him, holding him
with one arm.  Going to the end or the sofa, i draped him over the arm with
his face buried in the cushions.  Then i stripped my underwear off.  You
can bet that my big schlong was ready to plow.  Ross was screaming and
yelling this whole time but It didn't matter to me.

Looking down I carefully dropped a big wad of spit onto my dick and smeared
it from end to end.

"Oh, baby, I'm looking forward to this" I said.  "I hope you're a virgin."
Prying his cheeks apart i lined up my dick and pushed.  Ross really howled
now, as his ass hole was forced open like never before.  However, i didn't
hesitate, but kept going until the head of my dick finally popped inside
the tight little hole.

"Oh yeah, baby.  We're in, we're in" i laughed in pleasure as the tight
hole squeezed against my dick.

Ross kept squirming and fighting, trying to get away, which made it very
exciting.  In fact, I realized this was something I had been missing ever
since high school; rape.  Taking a kid against his will while he's fighting
back is fuckin awesome.  I gave him a swat along the side of his head,
grabbed him by the shoulders, and pushed some more.

Forcing that tight little pucker to open up for me, I forced four or five
inches of hard dick into him.  He really squirmed and yelled and carried on
and I had to hold him tight, actually pulling him up and putting my arms
around him and hugging him to me to keep him from getting away.

"Oh shit, honey.  This is so good" I gushed in his ear as I reveled in the
feeling of that sweet ass squeezing my dick.  "So fuckin good."  I just
held hem there for a bit until his screams changed to soft whimpering.
Ross was sweating and so was I and the feeling of our slick bodies rubbing
together was sensual as hell.  I humped against him a couple times and then
pushed him back over the sofa arm.  Grabbing his neck and jamming his face
into the cushions, I pushed hard.  He screamed again but this time I got
all the way in; all eight plus big fat inches jammed up his butt.  It felt
glorious.

Pushing him back down and holding him there with my hand on his neck, I
gave him a minute and then started to fuck.  I started slow, gently pulling
out and pushing back in.  Ross had given up the screaming but was moaning
and crying.  I was almost disappointed that he was no longer fighting me
because it was so fucking stimulating.  I had entirely forgot how exciting
it was to rape a kid.

I kept the slow easy fuck going for about ten minutes, getting his butt
well-greased so my dick began to slide smoothly in and out.

Grabbing him by the hair, I gave his head a jerk.  "You enjoying this, boy"
I asked.

"Fuck you" he responded and I had to laugh.  He still had come spunk.

I slapped him along the side the head again and kept the slow fuck going.
I went on for ten, maybe fifteen more minutes, just slow easy fucking
really enjoying the stimulation against my fat prick.

Ross didn't make a sound.  Well, maybe a soft weeping or moaning sound,
barely audible.  So, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up
against me, hugging him tight.  "You enjoying this now, baby?" I whispered
in his ear.

"Fuck you, you son-of-a-bitch" he yelled.  I laughed aloud, but I grabbed
him by the hair, pushed him away just enough to give me access and gave him
a good solid whack along the side of his head with my other hand, much
harder than before.  That got a screech out of him.  "Yeeaaooh."

"That's not what I wanted to hear, shithead" I said.  But I laughed.  No
way could I allow a kid to call me a son-of-a-bitch, but, Jesus this kid
was hot.  Ornery as hell and fighting back, it was incredible; I was loving
it.

Holding him there by the hair, I pulled back, pulling my prick almost all
the way out of him and slammed into his ass, hard.  That got a grunt out of
him, so I did it again.  Another grunt so I did it a third time, really
slamming into him.  Now a grunt and a moan.

Still holding his hair, I jerked him back up against me.  "How about now,
baby?" I chuckled into his ear.  "You like it now?"

"Oh, shit, man" he groaned.  At least he didn't scream at me.

"I'll take that as a yes" I laughed.  Putting one arm around him, holding
his slim little body tightly against me, and still pulling on his hair with
the other, I started fucking 'up' into him.  He's only 5'6" or so and I'm
over six foot, so I was literally lifting him up on his toes with each
thrust.

I'm not a jackrabbit fucker, ever, but I did speed up some and now started
to really bang into him. Banging 'up' into him, lifting him bodily off the
floor.

And then he screamed, and you won't believe this.  The little mother-fucker
was cuming.  Yeah, he was.  Evidently his dick had been rubbing against the
arm of the sofa as I was fucking him, forcibly stimulating him, or, who in
the hell knows, maybe he loved having me fuck him.  Whatever, right now he
was firing away.

"You little shit" I laughed into his ear, but I kept right on going,
jamming into his ass.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh" he grunted as he fired his load.  I didn't slow down but
just kept right on going while he shot his cum all over the sofa.  Once he
was finished he almost went limp in my arms, totally sated.

But I wasn't sated by any means.  The pleasure was so great, I could have
kept my slow deep fuck going all day.  It was marvelous, but Ross was no
longer fighting back, in fact he was acting like a wet dishrag in my arms.
It didn't affect my pleasure any because my prick still felt great in his
ass, but it was probably time to let loose.  Actually, I'd been holding
myself right on the verge of cuming for a while so it wouldn't take much to
take me over the edge.

"Okay, baby.  Here goes" I said.  I pushed him back down over the arm,
jamming his face back into the sofa cushions and started banging into him.
I said I'd been keeping myself just short of blowing, so now it didn't take
much.  Six or eight strokes and I was there.

"Ooooh Shiiiiit" I screamed as I reached just the right spot; glorious
feeling; I started to shoot.  I grabbed his shoulders and jammed into him
one final time and just held on.  Yes, it was 'glorious'.

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KT just stood there enjoying the aftermath of the fuck, sweating like a pig
with sweat dripping down onto Ross who was already covered with his own
sweat.

"Oh man.  You were good, baby" he laughed as he grabbed Ross by the hair
and pulled him back up to a standing position.  He gave him a couple kisses
on the neck and nudged his dick in and out of his ass a couple times.
Then, grabbing Ross's hair once more, he twisted his head around and kissed
him on the lips.

"Kiss me, baby" he said but Ross did not react.  "I said kiss me" he
repeated firmly, giving Ross's head a good shake.  And Ross did; he
returned the kiss.  "Mmmmm.  That's good, baby" KT murmured.  Tears were
dripping down Ross's face but he offered no resistance and returned the
soft kiss.  After a moment, pulling back from the kiss, KT started kissing
Ross all over his face, actually kissing away the tears.  Then, as he went
back to the lips, he humped his still very hard prick into Ross's ass a
couple more times.

"Your man loved it, baby" KT said sweetly.  "Your black muscle man loved
taking your sweet cherry."  He stuck his tongue in and started deep French
kissing.  Ross kept returning the kisses as KT let go of his hair and
started petting him.  Yes, petting his hair, clearly showing ownership.

"Tell me you loved it, baby" he swooned into Ross's ear.  "Tell me you
loved your man's dick up your hot ass."  Ross kept returning the kisses,
but did not react otherwise.  KT pulled back and looked into Ross's eyes
from only inches away.  "Say it baby.  Tell your man you loved it.  Tell
your man you loved giving up your cherry."  Ross mumbled something.  "Can't
hear you, baby" KT said.

"Yes.  I ..." Ross whispered, or actually whimpered.  "I ... I ... I
... loved it."

"Sure you did, baby" KT chuckled looking into his eyes.  "I know you did.
And, call me sir, baby."

There was a hesitation, but then Ross replied.  "Yes, sir."

"Good boy.  Good sweet boy" KT said.

KT had already decided that the best way to handle this job was to put all
the boys on 'ash'.  Fuck them first and get his pleasure from them, maybe
even take their cherry, but then put them on 'ash'.  If all the kids are
all beholden to him he shouldn't have any trouble from them at all.

It seemed pretty clear however thatRoss probably didn't need 'ash', KT
clearly owned him already.  But, better safe than sorry, so Ross was going
to be the first member of his 'attraction' group.

KT humped his ass once more and got ready to pull his still mostly hard
dick out of the boy's no longer virgin ass.  That's when he felt something
really hard against his own ass.  A very hard dick.

Not only a hard dick pressed against his ass, but hands on his shoulders,
hands feeling his big round deltoids, and a body pressed against his back,
and lips against his neck.

"Ohhh, KT.  You are so gorgeous" Brice said as he kissed KT's neck.  Skin
against skin, KT could tell that Brice was naked and very hard.  "So, so
gorgeous.  And watching you fuck.  It's ... it's ... It's amazing, KT.
You're simply incredible."

"Brice" KT said in exasperation.  "Stop this.  You ..."

"I want you so bad, KT" Brice said, interrupting him.  "You can ...  You
can ...  You'd love my ass, KT."

KT was simply amazed at this.  Brice saying this.  Of course he was on
`ash' and was expected to do pretty much anything KT wanted, but a straight
man?  A straight man offering up his ass?  Even Emil hadn't done that.  Not
blatantly anyway.

"What the fuck, Brice" KT said.  "You're straight?  What are you doing?"

"I just want you, KT.  I love you.  Don't you want to fuck me?"  Brice put
his hands around KT now, hugging him tight, grasping onto his massive pecs
as he continued kissing his neck.  It sounded like he was pleading.

"Back off, Brice" KT said pushing back against Brice and finally pulling
his dick out of Ross's ass.  "Back off."

KT had to almost force Brice back into the bedroom and get him dressed.
Ross stood by looking on in awe as his supervisor made an absolute ass of
himself by begging for KT's attention.  He would have had quite a story to
tell if it hadn't been for the 'ash' KT gave him.  But after it took
effect, KT made it clear that he was to keep his mouth shut and KT's 'ash'
boys always obeyed.

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Duane (aka: gladiatorkid)


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