Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2017 12:48:51 +0000 From: Duane Colwell Subject: Available Youth Fantasy, Chapter 9 This story contains supernatural events of violent gay domination with teenagers and simulated black-on-white rape. If any of these issues bother you, stop reading now. Also, if you are under the legal age of consent, this story is not for you. Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional, a true fantasy, so in no way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental. This story is for your personal use only. Any other use or transfer to another site requires prior approval from the author. Available Youth Fantasy Chapter Nine Alright, already, so I'm the most insecure person on the planet. That's what Brice says anyway. I've told you about my trials and tribulations with Emil in Denmark because the `ash' was defective. For some unknown reason it caused Emil to fall in love with me and it wasn't supposed to do that. It was supposed to make him attracted to me, amenable enough to my requests to give me a comfortable living while I stayed with him (and fucked my way through the cute gay teenagers in Copenhagen). However, it got to the point where I actually had to lock him up to keep him out of my hair; to keep him from constantly professing his love for me. No matter what I did to him he kept trying to occupy all of my time, and keep me from having a steady stream of cute boys flowing in and out of my bedroom. That's what I was there for: to fuck. To fuck as many cute boys as I could without any interference from him. Before he started interfering I was having two, three, and even four kids a day, and screwing most of them more than once. But once Emil got that bug up his ass, those constant `professions of love' really cramped my style. So, I wasn't sorry to leave when I heard from Brice about the job offer. But I ran into the same problem from him. Right from day one Brice started saying "I love you, KT" and kept badgering me with it. "You just think you do" I kept telling him. "But it's the `ash' talking, not you." I even slapped him around some when he got overbearing, but he wouldn't quit hassling me. But if I wanted this job at the barracks and intended to stay living with him, I was just going to have to put up with it for a while. But, luckily, I didn't see him all that much. Of the four buildings here at the barracks, Brice was supervisor of building `A' and I was supervisor of building `C' and although there were many joint activities with the boys in all the buildings, he and I seldom had time alone together. These were live-in jobs of course, so although I was still rooming with Brice, living with him in his house, I spent most of my time, day and night, at the barracks. And that was fine with me, since, just like Emil, Brice was being one big pain in the ass. Not to the point of my having to lock him up like I did Emil, but a real pest. One day he came over to my barracks to see me during a recreation period. We were in my tiny office/conference room and he was lying on my desk on his back and I had just stuck my dick up his butt. "You're beautiful, KT. Don't you know that?" "Of course, I know that, dumb ass" I laughed. "Hell yes, I'm beautiful. Just look at me and tell me I'm not beautiful." I gave my left bicep a quick flex, turned and gave it a kiss. "No, no" he said. "You don't know it. You're beautiful and you don't know it." "How stupid can you get" I said as I pulled my dick almost all the way out and slowly pushed it back in to the hilt. "I'm fuckin gorgeous and I damn well know it. I mean, there ain't nobody around with a body and a face like this. I'm a fuckin god, Brice." "Yes, you're a god" Brice agreed and then moaned as I dicked into him again. "Jesus, yes, you're a god. That's why I love you. But why are you so insecure about it?" "Insecure? You dumb shit. I ain't insecure" I said with annoyance. "Now will you shut the fuck up. You wanted me to fuck you, so shut the fuck up and let me do it." With that I pulled back out and pushed back in again, harder this time. "Ugggg" he grunted as I ground my dick into his butt. "Listen, KT, mmfff ..." he started to say but I put my hand over his mouth. "I said, shut the fuck up. Do something worthwhile with that mouth." I stuck a couple fingers in, jamming them towards the back of his throat. "Aaaacccck" he choked as I crammed them in. Now I started to fuck. "You wanted this, you little shit" I growled at him as I started to slam into him, not going too fast yet, but banging into him hard. "So you're going to get it." I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and slapped him, forehand and backhand. I was only fucking him out of necessity, because he wouldn't leave me alone otherwise. And as you know, he's not even my type. Okay, so he's built and handsome and blond, you couldn't ask for a more attractive guy, and he's extremely likable as well, but I go for kids, teens, and he's old, well up into his twenties. But, since he is so damn insistent about me fucking him, I'm sure as hell not going to make it easy on him as I get my rocks off. I want him to know this is an obligation on my part and if I feel like working him over while I fuck him, I'll damn well work him over. And he damn well better appreciate it too. Brice was in a talking mood but I was in a fucking mood, so I slapped him a couple more times until he finally shut up. I had already fucked one of my 'ash' boys this morning, another one of those pretty young virgins that I seem to have an endless supply of, and I had a couple more lined up for this afternoon. But, since I have an almost unlimited capacity for seizing and appreciating hot prick action, and an almost endless supply of spunk to deal with it, fitting Brice in among my appointments was no hardship for me. But, to be absolutely honest, I liked Brice. He was twenty-five but still looked like a teenager and he was simply a nice guy. He had a couple college degrees and was really smart, and he'd give his right arm to help somebody, not just me, but anybody. and, although he could often be one hell of a pain in the ass when he was trying to psychoanalyze me, I enjoyed being with him. And although I'd never tell him so, I actually enjoyed fucking him. I slammed my dick into him again as hard as I could. Yes, Brice was a nice guy, but I hated this shit about him loving me. I damn well knew it wasn't true, straight guys don't fall in love with gay guys, and it irritated the hell out of me when he wouldn't quit saying it. So I was rough on him. I wasn't so much fucking him as I was punishing him. Punishing him for this damn infatuation and his constantly harping on it and pissing me off. So, when I did fuck him, I slapped the shit out of him while doing it, and when he was blowing me I was actually rough-fucking his face. But the son-of-a-bitch didn't even care if I was roughing him up. He kept saying he just wanted to give me pleasure and make me happy. I slammed my dick into him again, trying to make it hurt, while he lay there looking up into my eyes with a look of affection, maybe even adoration. It seemed like the harder I was on him, the more he admired me. I knew he couldn't be in love with me and I was doing my best to get that through his thick skull. Maybe I could make him hate me. "You fuckin piece of shit" I said to him as I now started to really fuck; slamming into him over and over, shaking the table. "Yes, yes, yes" Brice gasped. I swear to god, the more I slammed it to him, the more he liked it. It was crazy. He was crazy. And then he came. Jesus, yes, Brice came. Even as rough as I was, even as I was trying to hurt him, he was so turned on that he shot his load without even touching himself. Can you believe this shit? And he shot a gusher too. But I wasn't ready yet. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about Brice and focus on the cute kid I was going to fuck after lunch. He was new, just arrived yesterday. He was blond and had the cutest, totally innocent looking face you can imagine and I couldn't wait to get my dick in there. I slowed down a bit, eased up a bit, and just enjoyed the feeling of my dick going in and out of that kid's ... Oops. My mind shifted and I was back to Brice again. I had a clear image of him under me even with my eyes closed. I couldn't even fantasize about someone else while fucking him. Okay, okay, so it's hard to be angry with Brice. When I'm not angry with him, I really do enjoy fucking him, and that's partially because he's such a willing partner. He's always thrilled when I fuck him, making it sound like I'm giving him the greatest gift he's ever received. As I calmed down a bit, I slowed down even more and just enjoyed the pleasure of the screw. There was no hurry here, so I just relaxed and let the heat slowly build up. I kept my eyes closed, but I was not imagining that virgin kid, I was seeing Brice's smiling face. My mind had automatically switched back to him. As I got closer and closer to the edge, I opened my eyes and looked down. And there was Brice, giving me a look of such adoration and, okay: love, that it was literally breathtaking. Damn it. He couldn't be in love with me: he couldn't, he absolutely couldn't. And, besides, I was not going to allow it. I banged into him a twice more, really hard, and then let loose. "Ooooh Shiiiit" I moaned as I fired into him. "Oh, Kordell, Kordell, Kordell" Brice moaned as I fired into his butt. Kordell? Nobody used that name. But Brice was so much into the moment that it just came out unconsciously. There was no doubt he was enjoying this fuck as much or more than I was. I should have been pissed, but actually, I smiled. Brice really did exist on another plain of existence when I fucked him. "You son-of-a-bitch" I said sweetly with a laugh as I pulled my dick out of him. "You do enjoy your fuck." "Oh, shit yes" he gushed. "You are so great, KT. Oh fuck, that was wonderful." As I stepped back from the table, Brice got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. "Mmmm" he murmured as he gently sucked. I couldn't help but smile down at him. He was so incredibly sweet, it was almost impossible not to love him. After sucking on my softening dick for a moment he pulled back and looked up at me. "I love you so much, KT" he said, giving me an enormous smile. "You son-of-a-bitch" I repeated sweetly, giving him a couple friendly pats on the cheek, and returning his smile. "I'll tell you what the problem is with you" Brice said as he stood up, pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. "It was that ass-hole Shawn and that damn grandma of yours." "Hey, watch your mouth. That's my mentor you're talking about. And my grandma was a saint, or a saintess or something." "Bull-shit" Brice said. "Shawn built your body, but he belittled you and put you down all the time. Constantly kicking your ass and fucking you doesn't help you build confidence in yourself. And that grandma of yours ..." "Hey, cut it out. My grandma gave me `ash' and `ebon'. She loved me." "But why?" he asked. "Why did she give you that shit? It wasn't because she loved you." "She ... She wanted me to have an advantage. She gave me power over anyone and everyone around me. She made me ..., she made me powerful ..., she gave me the ability to control anyone. She made me a god." "You are a god, KT. That's what I was just telling you" Brice said in exasperation. "Look in the fuckin mirror and tell me you're not a god." "Well, okay, but ..." "You didn't need your fuckin grandma to make you into a god." "Will you shut up. My grandma gave me an advantage like nobody else in the world has." "That's what I'm talking about" Brice said. "She gave you an advantage, but you didn't need it. You've always stood out among your peers, so you didn't need that 'ash/ebon' shit. All it did was help you lose confidence in yourself." "What? Me? Not confident? That's crazy. Hell, everybody says I'm cocky." "Maybe cocky on the outside, but insecure on the inside. You try to act like you're self-assured but actually you're uncertain; you don't trust yourself. That's why you're using 'ash'. "You are so full of shit" I said to him. "And let me tell you something else" he said. "When I tell you that I love you it has nothing to do with `ash'. If that crap ever worked on me at all, it wore off ages ago." Brice was so full of shit. Of course I had confidence in myself, 'ash' was just a convenience. And since I was convinced Brice was straight, there was no way he could have fallen in love with me without an overdose of 'ash'. He didn't know what he was talking about. But I admit, he got me thinking. The truth is I was enjoying being a supervisor here at the barracks, a supervisor and a counselor to the kids. A lot of them were troubled and had personality problems and needed some careful guidance. I discovered it was a challenge, and I enjoyed the challenge. But, not only that, I was beginning to find out that I was pretty good at it. The kids seemed to enjoy working with me, so I was making headway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I need to see you. You need to come here." That was my mother. My mother and I had never been close. I never knew my father at all but somehow my mother and I never really hit it off either. Once I was old enough, and I mean five or six, I started spending my time with Shawn. He lived just a few blocks away at the time. Shawn evidently saw something in me, because he took to me under his wing and started mentoring me. He became my surrogate father. He liked having me around and since he had no children of his own, he enjoyed trying to bring me up in his own image. He made me what I was, what I am today. He is a hunk, a muscle hunk and so am I. My mom lived about ninety miles away from the barracks so I didn't see her very often, but this time she was totally insistent. She had moved into government subsidized housing shortly after I graduated from high school, so she now lived halfway across the state from me and from Shawn. So I went to visit her. "What do you know about 'ash' and 'ebon'?" she asked me as I entered the apartment. I mean, we hadn't even said hello yet and I hadn't seen her for a couple months. I'd barely gotten into the room and gotten the door closed. "What? What do you mean?" I said in a startled voice. If you recall, grandma said she had not said anything about this stuff to my mom, her own daughter. I don't remember what her reasoning was, but she didn't tell my mom and she told me not to tell her either. "Did you get 'ash' and 'ebon' from your grandma?" she said accusingly. Obviously she knew, so there was no point in denying it. "Why? What's this all about?" I asked. "I asked you a question" she said. "Did your grandma give you 'ash' and 'ebon'?" "Well, okay" I said. "So yeah, she did. She told me not to tell you." "Did she tell you it doesn't work?" "Of course not" I answered. "Mom. What is this all about?" "My mother and I had an agreement not to bother you with this. She was not supposed to say anything about this to you. But now I've found this note in her diary about you." "She said you didn't know" I answered. "She told me not to tell you." "Of course I knew. It ruined your grandfather's life by destroying any confidence he had in himself. He kept hoping it would control those around him and it did the reverse. People thought he was incredibly arrogant and he chased them away." "But it works" I said emphatically. "I've been using it." "No it doesn't" she said. "Your grandmother knew there was less than a fifty-fifty chance of it working. And if it does work, at its very best it's only potent for a couple months." "But I've been using it for a couple years now. I know it works. You should see how obedient the kids at the barracks are. The 'ash' works." "That 'ash' you have is worthless, you can throw it away. If it worked at all it was only good for a short period of time right after mother made it for you." "But that's impossible, mom. Absolutely impossible. It's controlling, or at least calming the kids in the barracks and everyone else around me. You should see my housemate, Brice. It's been almost a year and the 'ash' is still working on him." "It's you Kordell. It's you. You are doing it, not the 'ash'. Whatever is happening to the people around you, it's your doing, not the 'ash'. "That's impossible, mom. But okay, I know I'm pretty good at controlling the kids in the barracks, and I admit I do have a knack of cozying up to people and getting them to like me, but it's the 'ash' that sets them up. The 'ash' sets them up and gets them in the right state of mind, and then I put on the charm offensive, and yes, they like me; they admire me." "Yes, I'm sure they admire you" she said, giving me a smile. "There is something special about you, Kordell, but it's not the 'ash'." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, yeah, I had a lot of thinking to do. Was this all possible? Did I really imagine that the 'ash' was controlling everyone? Is it possible that it was my imagination that it was working, and it was actually me all the time? My own abilities? Brice says I'm the most insecure person on the planet because I depend on the 'ash'. But maybe the opposite is true. Maybe I'm the most confident person on the planet because I took it for granted that the 'ash' was doing all the work, and all I had was a supporting role. Maybe I'm really good at controlling people. What am I supposed to think about this? And what do I do now? One thing I wasn't going to do was tell Brice. The fact is, maybe he is telling me the truth when he says he's gay, when he says he loves me, and when he says 'ash' has nothing to do with it. So, maybe he really does love me. How do I deal with that? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I arrived back at the barracks, both Larry and Sandy were waiting outside my office door. They were my two 'ebon' kids, my literally groveling sycophants, totally enamored with me. Right now, they were sitting on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, carrying on an animated conversation, which made me wonder. Mom didn't say anything about 'ebon', whether it was good or not. But if 'ash' wasn't working, 'ebon' probably wasn't working either. These two boys, Larry and Sandy, were absolutely sex crazy and were after me constantly, almost driving me crazy with their persistence. Was it possible that it was simply their attraction to me, nothing but my good looks and my 'glowing' personality that was keeping them enamored instead of the 'ebon'? It seemed unlikely, but what was I to think? I'd fucked each of them several times, of course, so maybe, just maybe, it was so good, maybe they loved it so much that they were crazy/anxious to get some more. "Get out of here, you two" I said. "Spend the day together and check in with me at bedtime." I had to check this out. Maybe I could get them enamored with each other. I headed into the barracks. There was a smattering of kids there, this being rest time in the afternoon when they could be in their beds. Some were actually napping while others were reading or writing. A dozen heads popped up as I walked into the room. But now I had to look at things differently. I saw a look of expectation on at least a dozen cute young faces, some of them actually quivering with excitement. And it suddenly hit me, they always acted like this way when I came into the room: excited and even aroused, wondering if I was on the prowl; wondering if I was going to pick them. I always assumed this was because of the 'ash', but, if it's not the 'ash', it's simply me they're excited about. They want me. They want me to fuck them. I took another hard look at all the young faces looking expectantly at me. I was now looking at them with different eyes; looking from a different view point. Hell, yes, I could see it in their faces. They were absolutely enthralled with me, almost every one of them. Each and every one of them was eagerly hoping they would be the one I pick. Each and every one of these kids wanted me, and my prick. I got a smile on my face like never before. I was thrilled. "Hello sir; hello sir; hello sir; hello sir" he heard from all sides as I walked down the aisle. Expectant young faces. They wanted me. They wanted me for what I am, not because of some elixir. Now, don't get me totally wrong here: I'm pretty damn stunning and I know it. I don't need to tell you again that I've got a physique that these kids could not help but lust over, and along with my movie star face and brilliant smile, and with my brown coloring which just enhances the total package, I'm gorgeous. Yeah, I'm gorgeous. So it's no wonder they would be attracted to me. If they are ever going to be attracted to any man, it's going to be me. I'd already decided on the kid I wanted for my afternoon soiree. There was a new kid, a blond kid, so pretty that he stood out among all the others. He had just come in yesterday. I'd already given him the verbal orientation, roughed him up a bit to let him know who's boss, and had gone ahead and given him his `ash' treatment. According to Mom, the 'ash' didn't make any difference, and I was certainly going to check it out. I should be able to tell if he's under chemical compulsion when I fuck him. We'll see. Anyway, it was time he got introduced to my dick. "Jerry" I said, speaking to one of the kids looking at me with eyes wide open, excited and hopeful. It was funny when I said his name because he jumped and his whole face lite up in delight, thinking he'd been chosen. Only having it turn to gloom and discouragement when I spoke: "Jerry, go find that new kid, Lucas, and tell him to come to my office." "Yes, sir" he answered, definitely looking discouraged. "Right away." He took off like a shot. Now, was he obeying me because of 'ash' or did he simply respect me (or fear me) and doing what he's told? It looked like I was going to be double guessing myself every time I even talked to a kid from now on. He knocked softly and I told him to come in. This kid was almost 'too too much' for me to bear, however. I mean, my god, he was fuckin gorgeous; he was fuckin perfect. I know I've said this before and you think it's getting old. You're gonna say: 'you always say they're beautiful', but I swear to god, this kid was different, he stood out like a brilliant spotlight, he was really perfect, absolutely spectacular. I knew he was almost eighteen, but he looked younger. He was blond, of course, and wearing the typical uniform: cut-off jeans and a dirty t-shirt with cut-off sleeves. Those arms, those amazing arms, showing from where the sleeves were cut off were not overly big, but plenty meaty and had an amazing cut between his deltoids and his biceps. The shirt wasn't tight, but his shapely pecs and ribbed abs clearly showed as he moved. And those quads, almost tearing their way out of his cut-off's, were really amazing. Did I say he was blond? my favorite? Of course. What a beauty. I don't have to describe his face; just imagine the most beautiful young teenager you've ever seen and multiply it my ten. He was incredible. And, of course, he was my perfect type. So he looked like a twelve year old in the face, but had the body of a budding bodybuilder. My dick went 'sprong' almost instantly as it tried to force its way out of my pants. Thank god, I was sitting behind my desk. Not that I wasn't proud of my prick and always willing to show it off, but I didn't want to scare him off before I could even get started. I'd put him through my orientation yesterday, laying down the law, letting him know what I expected from him. As I do with every kid, I roughed him up a bit, but he seemed to be pretty amiable from the start. Right now, standing in front of me, he don't think he was showing fear as much as it was apprehension. "You want me, don't you?" I said, giving him a big smile. Wait. Hold on a minute. I gotta stop right here and evaluate, based on what my mom said. I gave this kid 'ash', but mom says the stuff doesn't do anything. True or false? I always watch the kids carefully during the orientation to see how they react to my body. My clothes are always snug; hell yes I'm vain and like showing off, and of course they are all noticeably impressed. Kids are always impressed by a bodybuilder anyway, but some of them more than others. This kid seemed to be on the low end, he did not seem to be as overwhelmed as I might have expected. When I finish the verbal orientation I always take my shirt off, just to intimidate them and emphasis my power and strength and then I slap them around some to make them fear me. He didn't take it well of course, but he seemed to think that it was acceptable behavior from me, the muscle man, to him, the twink. He obviously took it for granted that with all my muscle, I would be a bully. So, I saw that he might be a hard case. Maybe a little more troubled than some and in need of some direction and firm discipline. So, since it looked like he might need a little more guidance than the others, I put him on 'ash' immediately. But, I can't help but double guess myself. I gave him 'ash', but did I need to? If the stuff doesn't work, of course I didn't need to, but how do I know? And the last question: I've been using this stuff for a couple years and it either works or it doesn't: so, does it really make any difference? "You want me, don't you?" I said to him, giving him a big smile. "No" was his abrupt reply. So much for my orientation and my attempts to intimidate him. I stood up and flexed my arms. "Are you sure?" I asked, shill smiling. "Go to hell" he responded. That really surprised me. What a nervy kid to dare say that to me. But my smile got bigger. This kid wanted to be raped. Well, maybe not 'want', but he had to know I could do it. "Doesn't really matter to me" I said and actually chuckled. "But I could go easier on you if you cooperate." He dove for the door but I was on him in seconds. Yes, seconds. In not more than five seconds I had him down on the floor, his arms twisted behind him and his legs in a leg lock. Easy as pie. "This is going to be fun" I said, giving his ear a lick. Of course, he started screaming and swearing at me, but I just held on to him and put on the pressure, crushing his thighs and twisting his arms. It took a couple minutes but his screaming at me changed to screaming in pain. "Settle down, little boy. Settlle down" I said to him. Once his screaming changed to moaning, I eased up on the pain, but I just continued to hold him there. My cock was rock hard and pushing into his butt, and it felt damn good. God I love this sort of thing. "You ready to cooperate, honey bun" I said into his ear. He jerked violently, trying to get away. "Fuck you, you bastard" he yelled at me. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." "That's not nice" I said, laughing aloud at him. "I thought you were going to be a sweet boy." He tried even harder to escape. Time for action. I let go of the hold and started stripping him. First his shirt up and over his head. Then his shoes and socks jerked off. He was fighting me every step of the way, but I love wrestling anyway and was really enjoying it. I would move from one hold to another with ease manhandling him as if he were a toy. He kept trying to hit me so I had to keep a grip on his arms. Once I got the shoes and socks off, I got an arm around him, holding his arms tight against his body, and grabbed his crotch with my free hand. He wasn't hard but maybe we could do something about that later. "You want to get hard for me, honey bun?" I said sweetly as I groped him. He wasn't yelling at me at the moment, but he was panting frantically from his exertions. "My prick is hard for you, honey." Since I had a good hold on him, I wasn't in any hurry, and I really enjoyed teasing him like this. And, just like any oversexed teenager, as I groped him he began to get hard. "You're getting hard for me, baby" I laughed. "Guess I'm turning you on." "You fucking son-of-a-bitch" he screamed at me. "Let me go. Let me go." With a big smile I very leisurely unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped him. "Stop it, stop it, stop it" he started screaming right into my face. In a way, having them scream at me can be a turn on, but eventually it becomes a nuisance. I grabbed one of his socks and stuffed it in his mouth. The quiet was heavenly. Letting go of him, I quickly grabbed him by the pant cuffs and jerked them down and off. Then the same with his underwear, actually lifting him up off the floor while jerking them off. Then I wrestled him down on his belly, holding his arms behind him with one hand gripping his wrists. I slipped my shoes off and undid my pants. "Mmmm, mmmm" was coming from him but I was certainly paying no attention. I pulled my pants and underwear down far enough to free my prick which flew out like a spring. Twisting his arms around and up over his head on the floor, I lay down on top of him, my prick resting in his crack. Of fuck! You just cannot imagine how fantastic this feels. Holding this beautiful kid, this gorgeous teenager under me, getting ready to rape him, getting ready to take his virgin ass; this is just beyond description. I was going crazy with lust. I kissed him on the neck a couple times and gave him a bite on the shoulder, and then started sliding my prick up and down his crack. My prick was as hot and hard as it had ever been. Then, suddenly, out of the blue, there was one single knock at the door, and it opened. I was startled, shocked was the word, and so was Lucas. We both looked up and saw Brice standing at the door. "Oh, shit" Brice said. "Oh, shit is right" I yelled at him. "Now, get the hell out of here." Instead of leaving, he closed the door. "Having fun, are we?" he asked sarcastically. "I said, get the fuck ..." I started to say. "We have a supervisors meeting in ten minutes" he said, interrupting me. "You son-of-a-bitch" I said. "Let him go, KT" he said. "And, by the way, did you know that he's crying?" Actually, I didn't know. I hadn't noticed, but now I saw that his face was covered with tears and he was obviously sobbing. I was so caught up in the fuck that my focus was more on my prick than it was on the kid and I hadn't noticed. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that he was crying since I was going to fuck him against his will, but I just hadn't considered it. "Let him go, KT" Brice repeated. Fuck. Obviously, I had no choice, so I got up off the kid. My super hard, dripping dick, was already beginning to droop. "Get dressed, kid, and get out of here." Brice just stood there waiting as the kid got dressed and left the room and I got my dick tucked away. Then I looked at Brice. "You really are a son-of-a-bitch" I said. "That was the hottest piece of ass I've had, or didn't have, I mean, in weeks. That kid is perfect." "But he wasn't happy" Brice observed. "You were raping him." "Well, yeah" I said. "But it was for his own good. I was breaking him in." "You were raping him" he repeated. "Okay, so I was raping him. But so what? I was going to make it good for him." "Didn't look like it to me" he said. "He was definitely not enjoying it." "Well, okay, so I was caught up in the moment. He was such a hot little thing that I got carried away with the excitement. But I would have made it good for him." "When?" he asked, "after you'd fucked him? After you'd got your rocks off?" "Well, I don't know," I responded. "But they almost always like it." "Didn't look like it to me" he repeated. "Didn't look like it to me at all." "Give me a break" I said with annoyance. "He's was a hot little number with an ass that ..., well, you know I can't resist something like that." "That's what you say. But why would you want to fuck someone who didn't want it?" "What?" I replied. "That's a dumb question. That's rape. I love raping guys." "You said your favorite was taking a virgin. Being the very first to get your dick into a kids hole." "Well, yes, but ..." "You tell me you're good at it. You give the virgin's a good time." "Yes, I do give them a good time. Any kid would be lucky to have me take their cherry." "Okay, then. You make sure the virgins enjoy it, so why would you want to fuck a guy that doesn't enjoy it?" "Well, that ain't the same thing, Brice. Rape is ..., well, it's a ... It's a power thing. I love controlling them, forcing them to my will." "But you're a top. You're always in control. And you're a demanding top too; I know because I've got bruises to show for it." "Yeah, but ..., but ..." "I know these kids are teenagers, and teenagers are always curious about sex, so I'll bet even some of the straight ones would be interested in experimenting. So, since you make sure the gay virgins enjoy it, why not make sure the straight 'curious' kids enjoy it too." "And just how am I going to do that?" "Easy. You ask them if they want it." "You've got to be kidding" I said with a laugh. "You want me to ask them?" "Hey, look in the mirror. You're gorgeous. And besides that, you've become the most popular supervisor here at the barracks. The kids love you. Most any of them would be thrilled to be with you so all you have to do is make sure they are interested." "You want me to ask them if I can fuck them? I'll be damn if I'll ask them. Now let's go to that meeting." "What meeting is that" Brice asked. I was speechless for a moment. I was on the verge of getting angry but then started laughing. "You son-of-a-bitch" I said as I laughed. Brice gave me a big smile. "I always know what is going on around here" he said with a smirk. "My boys keep me informed." "Some son-of-a.... Some kid told you what I was doing." "Of course," he answered. "I heard you were raping the new kid." "And you decided to do what? Stop me?" "Yes, I wanted to stop you, and I wanted to talk to you. This seemed like a good time." "You wanted to talk to me about rape. You want me to ask them before I rape them, er, before I fuck them." "Yes, exactly. Or you can just depend on your gaydar. You know who wants it and who doesn't." "Well, yeah, I know, but ..." "Hey, the kids like you. With so many of them around here lusting over you, why would you want to take the few that aren't ready? As you've said yourself, there ain't no shortage of young sweet ass around here." "Okay, so you've made a good case, but I really do enjoy a good tussle when I'm preparing a kid to take my prick." We'd been just standing there face to face this whole time, but now Brice took a step forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He put both hands up on my deltoids and started massaging them gently, and looked into my eyes from only inches away. "You don't enjoy having sex with me?" he asked. "Well, of course, but ..." He kissed me again. "Do I give you a good tussle when you're getting ready to fuck me?" "Well, sometimes, yes, but ..." He kissed me again. "Not just sometimes; all times. You take control and you're damn rough about it. That's one hell of a tussle." He put his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. My dick was soft now but I could feel his hard-on pressing against me. It wasn't an aggressive kiss, but a soft sweet kiss that went on and on. After a bit I pulled back. "So, it'll make you happy if I ask the kids before I fuck them?" "Actually, no, I don't want you to ask. I don't want you to have anything to do with them." "What the fuck does that mean?" "That means I love you. That means I want you to fuck me, not those kids." "Oh, shit. Not again" I said in annoyance. "Why do you have such a problem understanding that someone can love you?" "I don't" I shot back. "I ... I ... I ..." "You're fucked up and you're immature and you're insecure, but that's okay. I love you anyway" he said. His arms around me and holding me tight, Brice went back to the kiss. Again, a warm, sweet drawn out tongue dueling kiss. As he pressed his hard-on against me, my dick woke back up. I had a lot of things to think about. Mom's revelation, my situation with the kids, to rape or not to rape, does 'ash' and 'ebon' really work or not, and how do I deal with Brice. But not right now since Brice is an absolute master at sucking cock. Responses appreciated. Duane (aka: gladiatorkid) gladiatorkid@hotmail.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gladiatorkid/