Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 17:45:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Smith <enslaved2str8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred By Matt--Chapter 6

As the shower-wet teenage bodybuilder approached the trembling younger boy,
he had an epiphany: all those timid kids in school who liked stealing
glances at his muscular, rockhard body were queers!  Steve knew of course
that queers liked looking at real men, but for some reason it had not
occurred to him until now that all of those weak young boys in school who
secretly eye-balled him working out and showering were fucking faggots!
Seeing weak, trembling Billy with his eyes cast down to Steve's discarded
nylon athletic shorts and with his small boy cock rigid and leaking in his
jeans told the young bodybuilder everything he needed to know about the
situation.  Billy had nervously but willingly waited next to Steve's locker
with a towel for 15 minutes as Steve leisurely showered and jerked off
because he was a queer who needed to be near the young muscle stud's
beautiful, powerful body!

Fuck, yeah! Steve thought as he reached the gently shaking boy.  His sudden
insight into that second group of boys at school -- those timid kids who
couldn't keep their eyes off his muscular body, but who would look away
whenever Steve turned toward them -- made Steve feel exhilarated.  Here was
a group of boys who instinctively knew they were gravely inferior to a
powerful young man like himself.  There was more to it than that, though.
As Steve stared at Billy nervously looking down to the cold cement floor of
the lockerroom, his young arrogant mind registered that this boy had
somehow transcended his own overwhelming fear of being discovered as a
muscle-worshipping queer in order to be close to the stud.  The boy was
clearly scared out of his fucking wits, yet . . . yet he had stood there
shaking and hard for 15 fucking minutes!

Steve didn't speak right away.  He was gleefully processing the scene
unfolding before him.  What kind of human being would willingly subject
himself to such a humiliating situation?  What kind of twisted fuck needed
to be near a young muscle stud like himself so much that he would willingly
stand by waiting for the stud to return from his shower as told?

Steve was too young and inexperienced to draw any final conclusions about
the situation, save for this one: the boy clearly was made to worship a
young stud like himself.  Finally, he had encountered someone -- boy or
girl -- who would put everything at risk -- including his own dignity -- to
be near Steve and his powerful young body.  Oh, yeah, fuckin' sweet! Steve
thought.  The situation served as a lavish feast directly feeding the
narcistic teenager's very large and hungry ego.

As Steve stood there taking in the delicious sight of the powerful effect
his muscular young body was having on the timid kid, Billy started
trembling more visibly.  As much as he was enjoying the moment, Steve
realized that Billy's fears might soon overcome his desire to be near the
teenager's muscular body.  Steve needed to relieve some of the kid's stress
before Steve could take full advantage of the boy's craving for his body.

"Good boy, Billy," Steve finally said softly to the terrified kid.

Even the sound of Steve's gentle encouragement noticeably startled the
nervous boy.  Fuck, this kid is ready to jump out of his skin!  Steve
didn't want to freak out the kid too much -- at least not until Steve got
what he wanted out of the boy, after which Steve didn't really give a fuck
what happened to this pathetic excuse for a male.  After all, what purpose
on earth could a weak, timid boy like this have but to serve a real boy
like himself?  Once the sick asshole had served his purpose, it would be
completely appropriate for this piece of human garbage just to disappear
from the face of the earth.  It may seem cold, but such was the structure
of the arrogant teenager's mind.  Yes, Steve was young, but his brain was
imprinted with the universal pattern of the dominant male mind -- the mind
that instinctively takes what it wants and needs, even if doing so destroys
others in its path.  Wasn't that how nature always worked?

While Steve had the built-in instinct to take advantage of others for his
own pleasure, at his young age he lacked actual experience in putting his
instinct into practice.  Others had admired his body -- openly and
secretly, in school and in bodybuilding competitions -- but Steve knew that
his beautiful body had never been given its full due.  Steve was a fucking
teenage god and everyone knows that a god deserves to be worshipped!

Looking at Billy, Steve realized there was an opportunity before him, but
wasn't entirely sure how to play it out.  He did, however, realize he
needed to calm the terrified kid down a bit before he could take him to the
next step, whatever that was.

"Hey, don't forget to breathe, kid!"

Steve's instruction to Billy resulted in the boy immediately audibly
exhaling a big burst of air from his lungs.  Billy didn't realize he had
been holding his breath in fear as Steve stared at him.  Some of the
tension and fear in his mind and body were released along with the air from
his lungs.  Billy's level of terror dropped a bit from its former totally
debilitating level.

Steve noticed the difference in Billy as the shaking in the kid's body
slowed from its scary level back to mild trembling.  Steve liked seeing the
physical manifestation of the young boy's emotions.  He could smell the
kid's fear and noticed with satisfaction that the boy's little dick
remained hard and wet in his pants.  A lot was clearly going on in the
boy's mind and body.  Steve needed to guide and channel the kid's raw
emotions in the direction he wanted them to go.  He intended to use the kid
for his own pleasure, but needed to walk a fine line to prevent the
motherfucker from totally freaking out on him.

"Good boy.  That's right.  You do like I tell you and everything will be
real good for both of us.  OK, kid?"

The boy just continued to stare at the lockerroom floor.  Steve could tell
the kid had again stopped breathing.  Fuck, this is frustrating, Steve
thought.  The older teenager fought an urge to slam the punk kid hard
against the lockers and just kick the fucking shit out of him for not
getting with the program quickly enough.  If the kid wasn't going to do as
he was told, then at least Steve could punish him with a physical beating.
It was one or the other.  That was the natural order of the Universe.

"Listen to me, motherfucker.  You need to fuckin' breathe or you're gonna
pass out.  Now breathe, goddamnit!"

Now the kid began hyperventilating and in a moment Steve could tell the
stupid shithead was about to pass out.

"Get down on your knees right now."

The boy quickly dropped to his knees, half because of Steve's instruction
and half because he was starting to pass out.

Steve stood a few feet in front of the kneeling boy.  He struggled to
figure out whether the situation was salvageable.  Maybe this queer was
just too weak to serve his natural role in life: worshipping a real boy
like himself.

The muscle stud watched Billy for a few minutes for signs of whether the
boy was redeemable -- or just a lost queer cause.  The kid retained
consciousness and Steve noticed he seemed to be breathing slowly and
regularly as his head hung down toward the cement floor.

Steve was cautiously reassured.  The kid had seemed to pass through some
kind of physical crisis.  Steve could tell that the kid's fear had subsided
somewhat and he seemed to stabilize a bit on his knees before the older
boy.

The stud stepped forward a little and placed his right hand on top of the
kneeling queer's head.

Steve was pleased to note that the kid didn't jump out of his skin when his
hand touched the kid's long brown hair.  The boy's hair felt soft and silky
under his hand, immediately reminding Steve of his last girlfriend.

"Good girl," Steve purred reassuringly as he gently stroked Billy's hair.
"That's real good.  Just breathe and relax.  You're doin' real good.
You're fine.  Just let me show you what to do.  I'll guide you and tell you
everything you need to do.  OK?"

A smile broke out on Steve's face as he felt Billy's head gently nod up and
down under his strong hand.  OK, this is good, Steve thought.  I just need
to gently guide this weak motherfucker into his role.  In that moment, all
of Steve's uncertainties about the situation evaporated.  He knew now that
he could control the timid boy.  The stud just needed to tell this kid what
he was and what he needed to do.  The kid would naturally accept his role
if Steve didn't push him too hard or too fast.  The teen bodybuilder knew
he was successfully coaxing out the boy's own submissive instincts and
could direct them toward their natural object: worship of the young stud's
powerful, muscular body.

OK, queer, let's get on with the fucking show, Steve thought with
anticipation.  Precisely at that moment, Steve felt a slight shutter and
realized that he was still dripping wet from his shower.

"Hey, buddy.  Why don't you use the towel and get me dry?"

Billy was still gripping the large white towel tightly in his hands as if
he were out in stormy seas and the towel was his lifejacket.

"You can start with my feet and move up from there."

Billy tentatively reached out with the towel and began carefully and
methodically drying the older boy's damp feet.

Having the kid on his knees before him worshipfully drying his feet made
Steve's soft cock begin to rise in his crotch.

"Yeah, kid.  That's real nice.  Get those beautiful puppies nice and dry.
You like my feet, kid?  Those are pretty big motherfuckers, don't you
think?"

The boy didn't answer, but carefully and lovingly dried each of the digits
on Steve's beautiful feet.

Steve was pleased with the kid's compliance with his instruction.  He knew
the kid would quickly get hooked on his powerful body and would allow
himself to be guided into giving it the attention it so richly deserved.

When Billy had finished thoroughly drying Steve's feet, Steve told him to
move to his ankles and legs.

Billy's breathing was ragged and excited as he lovingly dried Steve's
tree-trunk-like legs.  Billy didn't dare look up, but he could sense that
the older boy's cock was hard and gently throbbing in his crotch directly
above his head.  When he finally reached the young stud's powerful thighs
with the big towel, his face came within a few inches of the bodybuilder's
rigid cock.  Billy could smell the precum that had begun leaking out of the
older boy's amazing cock.  The smell shot directly to his brain,
mesmerizing him and freezing him in place.

Steve loved the kid's reaction to his hard cock, but knew he needed to keep
the submissive boy on track.

"You're doin' real good there, kid.  But you gotta keep moving.  I want you
to skip my cock and balls for now and dry my ass.  Got it?"

To assist the cock-crazed faggot, Steve turned his muscular body so that
his ass was presented to the boy's face.

"Get my ass dry now."

Billy was duly and supremely impressed with Steve's ass.  The teen
bodybuilder had a beautiful, rockhard bubble butt.  Billy could feel its
power and strength under the towel as he dried it.

Steve noticed the kid lingering there, but didn't object.  Having someone
so worshipfully dry his ass was a big turn-on.  Steve knew his ass was
totally awesome, but as much as he wanted to he couldn't exactly go around
asking other people to acknowledge it openly!  Now, though, his long, hard
hours of working out were being acknowledged and rewarded by this timid
queer.

"Get the crack dry.  Spread my cheeks and get the towel in there."

Billy obeyed, spreading the powerful cheeks of young stud's ass and
lovingly moving the towel up and down the crack.

"Oh, yeah.  That feels terrific.  Dry my crack, baby.  Make your man's ass
feel real good."

Steve's encouragement thrilled the young boy and he worked Steve's ass
crack with the towel enthusiastically.  As he worked, the kid found his
head moving close to the beautiful asshole in front of his face.  It was
hairless and freshly scrubbed.  As he stared at it in fascination, the
smell of soap hit his nostrils and gave the boy a sex high.  Without
thinking, the kid moved his face further forward until his lips were just
barely touching Steve's firm left asscheek.

It took Steve a moment to realize that the sensation he was feeling was
created by the boy's lips softly pressed to asscheek.  Holy fuck!  This kid
really was hungry for a real boy like him.

Steve flexed his powerful ass and was rewarded by a soft whimper from the
kid as the skin under kid's lips became rockhard with muscle.

The sound of the whimpering boy traveled directly to Steve's brain and made
him want to totally enslave this weak kid to the muscle stud's own selfish
desires.

"That's good, girl.  I want you to worship my powerful ass.  Why don't you
kiss those hard cheeks.  Prove to them how much you like them.  Fuckin'
kiss them, asshole!"

Billy began gently kissing Steve's asscheeks.  Steve flexed and released
his asscheek muscles as Billy worshipped them with his soft, kissing lips.
Beautiful, Steve thought.

After several minutes of flexing and cheek kissing, Steve felt the kid's
face press between his asschecks.  He stopped flexing his ass muscles for a
moment to scope out what was happening.  The kid's nose and face were
pressed gently between the muscle boy's firm asscheeks.  The boy's head
held perfectly still pressed into Steve's ass as he took in the fresh,
soapy smell of the older boy's beautiful ass with ragged breaths.

The kid was getting very high on the fresh, soapy smell of Steve's ass and
the feeling of the stud's strong ass muscles pressing reassuringly on both
sides of his face.  The queer felt like some kind of rodent who had safely
ensconced himself in his deep burrow, at long last safe and secure from a
terrifying and predatory world.  Each with ragged breath he took in of
Steve's beautiful, powerful ass, Billy was transported to another world --
a world where he was finally liberated from his crushing fears and
crippling self-doubt.

Steve was enjoying having the boy's face pressed into his ass.  What
greater worship of his superiority could there be than this?  The kid had
naturally sought out the power contained in his ass.  Steve listened with
satisfaction to the kid's ragged breathing and knew the kid felt at home
with his face buried in the muscle stud's ass.

For a few beautiful moments, the older boy allowed the kid's head simply to
remain pressed between his asscheeks.  Muscle stud and ass worshipper,
joined in an intimate moment of worship.  Fuck, yeah! Steve thought.  The
older boy grasped that the kid's weak will was being reshaped by the
inherent power of his own powerful, superior body.  The young stud's
deliciously twisted mind also registered that the kid didn't need to stop
with kissing his asscheeks or resting his face between them.  All Steve had
to do was take the naturally submissive boy firmly in hand and gently guide
him into deeper service to the young muscle stud's own narcistic needs.

"Fuck, yeah.  That's good, kid.  Your face feels real good in there.  You
like being in there?  Does that feel good to you, pussyboy?  Can you smell
and feel the power in a real man's ass?"

Billy's mind had become unfocused from Steve's smell and he didn't try to
respond to Steve's questions with words.  He simply whimpered and took in
more of the smell of the young stud's beautiful ass.

Steve knew it was time to move the boy on.

"OK, little boy.  I want you to try using your tongue in there.  I want you
to lick my ass crack up and down with your tongue."

When the smell-stoned boy didn't comply, Steve shouted at him.

"Shithead, I said get your fuckin' tongue onto my crack.  Fuckin' do it,
right goddamn NOW!"

The muscle stud's shouted instruction pierced the boy's mental fog.
Without forming the conscious thought to do it, Billy began running his
tongue up and down Steve's shit crack -- first very tentatively, but then
with increasing enthusiasm.

The boy's wet, rough tongue on his ass felt great to Steve!  Of all the
things he had imagined getting his girlfriends to do to his beautiful body
-- including sucking his toes and tongue-washing his big chest and arms --
it had never occurred to him to get someone to work his ass crack with
their face!  The realization that another human being would willingly
service him like this made his mind race with possibility.

"You like that, girl?  You like having your face in a real man's ass?  Can
you feel the fuckin' power in my ass, shithead?"

Billy just whimpered and continued licking the young stud's crack with
slavish enthusiasm while holding the young muscle stud's powerful asscheeks
apart.

For a few minutes, Steve allowed himself to focus on the sensual feeling of
the kid's enthusiastic tongue between his asscheeks.  He had wanted his
whole young life to have another human being totally give himself up to the
recognition of the power and superiority of his beautiful body.  Now it
seemed he found just such a person -- someone who with some firm direction
would willingly allow his own inferior personality to be reshaped by the
older boy's own demands for physical devotion.  Fuck, yeah, this kid was
obviously totally into my awesome body! Steve thought with deep
satisfaction.

As the kid continued to whimper softly and clean Steve's asscrack with his
tongue, the young stud began wondering exactly how far this weak faggot
would allow himself to be pushed to satisfy the demands of Steve's powerful
young body.  When the boy's tongue paused to carefully lick the outside of
the stud's anal sphincter, Steve suddenly had an inspiration.

"Oh, yeah.  You're doin' real good, girl.  My beautiful ass is really
likin' your tongue in there.  It feels real nice.  That's the powerful ass
of a real man, pussyboy.  You're likin' this, too.  Am I right, kid?"

Totally lost in the smell and taste of the young stud's crack, the boy just
whimpered and continued servicing the muscle boy's ass crack.  That was a
good enough response for the older boy.

Steve controlled his own feelings of pleasure to utter four words as
casually as possible: "Work your tongue inside."

The boy stopped licking the stud's ass, but kept his face pressed between
the muscle stud's cheeks.

"It's OK, man.  You're doin' good.  And I know you're likin' this.  We just
need to keep goin'.  I told you if you would just do like I tell you, it
would be good for both of us.  I meant that.  But you need to do like I
tell you.  OK?"

Billy didn't try to answer out loud.  His brain and tongue didn't seem to
be connected anymore.  Instead, Steve felt the kid's face gently nod up and
down between his asscheeks.  Fuck, yeah!  Feeling the young boy answer his
question by moving his head within his strong ass felt fantastic to the
young stud!  It was like the kid's inferior body was signaling its
willingness to submit by communicating directly with Steve's superior body.

Without further instruction, Billy's tongue gently emerged from his mouth
and pressed forward to once again make intimate contact with Steve's
asshole.  Curling his tongue, he pressed it forward against the muscle
stud's beautiful hole.  Steve's sphincter was super-tight, however, and the
kid could not penetrate it with his tongue.

Steve chuckled out loud when he heard the little boy whimper in frustration
at his inability to comply with the stud's instruction despite his best
efforts.

"It's OK, kid.  You can't just push your tongue in there.  My hole is as
strong as the rest of my body.  Fuck, my muscled sphincter could probably
take your whole weak body any day of the week!  You need to convince that
strong motherfucker of your devotion in order to be able to get inside.
Shithead, you need to make love to that tight motherfucker.  Just fuckin'
lick and suck it and prove you deserve to get inside to worship the hole.
OK, queerboy, now let's get the fuck to work!"

Billy did exactly as he was told.  He lovingly kissed, licked and sucked at
the young stud's powerful hole like there was nothing more important in the
world to him.  Indeed, there was not.  Billy's natural submissiveness had
finally come to the fore and filled his mind and body with a deep craving
to satisfy this beautiful young stud -- whatever it took.

Very slowly, Steve's sphincter began to submit to Billy's eager
ministrations and the kid's tongue started to penetrate the super-tight
channel.  The initial taste and smell of the young stud's spicy ass channel
drove the submissive boy crazy with lust and devotion.  Soon, his full
tongue was buried in the older boy's tight, velvet channel.

The boy held Steve's strong ass cheeks wide open with his small hands as
his tongue eagerly licked in and out of the hole.  In his devotion to the
hole, the kid almost passed out a few times from lack of oxygen.  When he
would feel himself start to lose consciousness he would pull his tongue out
of the incredibly tight hole and catch his breath.  As soon as he had
sucked down enough air, however, the single-minded boy quickly re-inserted
his tongue into the hole and made love to it with eager devotion.  The
submissive boy's mind was filled with the privilege of being able to
service the young muscle stud in this way.

The kid's tongue-fucking of his ass made Steve's cock hard and leaky.
Steve started thinking about what he wanted to make this submissive kid do
next.  His thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound being emitted from
the kid who was eating out his ass so voraciously.  The noise was muffled
because the kid's face and tongue were buried deeply between the stud's ass
cheeks.  It was some kind of wild whimpering or moaning.  Steve felt the
boy grip his ass cheeks hard in his girlish hands and felt the boy's tongue
pause buried deep in his asshole as the kid repeatedly groaned and moaned.

After just a minute, the strange noise stopped and the kid withdrew his
tongue from Steve's ass.  Steve could hear the boy panting loudly between
his asscheeks.

Steve moved forward quickly and the boy, losing his grip on the stud's ass,
fell forward onto his hands onto the cold cement floor of the lockerroom.
Steve saw that the kid's face was flushed and sweating from his vigorous
ass-eating efforts.  When the boy finally got up onto his knees on the
floor, Steve realized what the queer's moaning had been about.  The crotch
of the kid's pants was beginning to soak through with fresh faggot snot.
The fucking queer had cum in his pants while he was eating out Steve's
strong ass!

Steve looked down at the panting, exhausted queer on his knees before him.
The young stud's brain was racing with thoughts, but his thoughts were
eclipsed by a surge of horniness traveling through his muscular body.  For
some reason, that incredible horniness was accompanied by a feeling of
sharp anger toward the kneeling faggot.

To be continued. . . .