Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 05:37:20 -0800
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Davon White, Superstud Chapter 12

If you're under legal age, or you don't like erotic gay domination stories,
or interracial fiction, don't read this.  If you're into gay muscles and
domination and interracial sex, I hope you enjoy this story.

Davon White, Superstud

Chapter 12

So, I'd had Bradford now.  Jesus, was he a hunk.  As you know I love
fucking hunky kids, but dominating a real mature muscle stud is nothing
less than awesome.  He's not only a muscle stud but he's totally submissive
and likes it rough and he seems to be into bondage as well.  I ain't much
on bondage because it makes it look like I can't control them without tying
them up.  You know I'm into rape,; hell, that's why I'm in this damn
prison; so when I'm taking a guy by force there ain't nothing more exciting
than having him fight back so I can show him my strength and power over him
by overpowering him and then fucking him.  You tie a guy up so he can't
fight back and there ain't no challenge, and it takes all the fun out of
it.  But if Rad lets me have Bradford again I've got some ideas in the back
of my mind and maybe I could experiment on some bondage.

 So, when I got back to the cell from fucking Bradford, Angel had gotten
rid of the two kids who cleaned our cell today.  It didn't actually need to
be cleaned every day, but Angel just loved to lord it over the other young
prisoners.  Other than getting fucked by me, his favorite past time was
playing at being king-of-the-castle.

I'm getting pretty much acclimated to this place now, and have discovered
that being Rad's boy definitely comes with benefits.  I could now work out
in the weight room whenever I want and take a shower at any time of the day
as well.  And, the best thing, I could even keep a boy in my cell, in my
bed, overnight.

So I was getting pretty damn comfortable.  However, one of the things I
really missed was the four man cells they had at `Baltimore City'.  Yes, I
fucked kids overnight sometimes here, but I could only keep one permanently
in my cell.  Probably doesn't sound like much of a hardship to you, but I
liked waking up in the morning with two or more cute boys ready and anxious
to service me.  One is good; two is great; more than two is even better

But I had a plan.  Hell, you know Davon White is always working on
something.  I'd already discovered that this prison did not have bunk beds,
but only singles, barely cots actually, two to a room.  Consistently,
throughout the prison, two to a room.  However, if I could somehow slip the
idea to Rad that he should purchase at least one set of bunk beds, I could
get two kids in here with me.  The cells weren't huge but were definitely
big enough for three and a bunk bed doesn't take up any extra space.  I'd
already mentioned it to Nick and Beth and was going to suggest it to
Bradford.  Hopefully, one of them would mention it to the purchasing agent
or to Rad.  Besides, I'd already made arrangements with Jamal to buy it and
get it ready to ship.  I only needed an okay from Rad.

As you know I've become very partial to white boys these days.  Ain't
nothing better than taking a white boy, a racist white boy preferably, and
teach him to kiss my black feet and eat my black ass.  I teach them to beg
for it; beg to be allowed to eat my ass.  Once I get them trained, it's
pretty damn sensational watching my ten inch black dong sliding in and out
between a pretty white boy's pink lips or slipping in and out between his
sweet ivory colored buns.

I'm still biased towards brown boys; Hispanics and blacks with beautiful
brown skin.  But, I admit, because of our racial history, there was really
something special about using and demeaning pretty young white boys and
turning them into my groveling little cum-dumps.  The only thing better
than having a fawning white boy cunt begging to be allowed to eat my black
ass, is two white boy cunts begging to be allowed to eat my black ass.  And
I was just crazy about the contrast when I'm looking down and seeing my big
black dick lying on a white boy's face while he's slurping on my nuts.

I already told you I'd picked out a blond kid, Ryder, to start on my
training program.  Angel, of course, is a butch looking young white boy; a
real beauty.  Call him angelic if you will, an angelic Angel, but he had
dark complexion and black hair.  Actually that's my favorite, but as long
as I'm going to enjoy white boys anyway, I might as well have the pleasure
of having corresponding types.  I mean, seeing two white boys, one blond
and one brunet, with their faces buried in your crotch at the same time is
outa this world.  Totally spectacular.  And that's what I was going to
have.

Ryder was waiting in the cell when Angel and I got back from lunch.

"Hey, Angel, I already cleaned this place for you this morning" he whined.
"What'chu want now?"

"Get lost for a while, Angel" I said and Angel slipped out of the cell.
Jesus this kid was pretty.  Yeah, I know, I say that about all the kids.
But I only pick the very best to begin with, so of course they're pretty.
But this kid; first of all he was tiny, the tiniest I'd ever picked up,
maybe only 5'3" or so, and second, he was a towhead, almost white hair.  I
intended to spend a lot of time rubbing my big black dick all over that
pretty white face and maybe rubbing it through that pretty blond hair as
well.

He was wearing the typical prison coveralls, but they were rolled up at the
sleeves and at the ankles because it was way too big for him.  I was pretty
sure he had a nice body underneath those baggy coveralls to go along with
his pretty face and I intended to find that out right away.

Stepping up to him, I grabbed the zipper and jerked it down to his waist.
Pushing the coveralls off his shoulders, I let them fall to the floor.
Putting one big paw around his neck I lifted, pulling him up to his tip
toes.

"Hey, man.  Fuck" he shouted.  "Stop it!  Stop it!  Get your nigger hands
off of me.  Guard!  Guard!"  I could only smile; a real racist.  This was
going to be fun.  I just loved this kind of kid.  I could only laugh at him
calling a guard.  Of course no guard was going to come.

I grabbed him around the neck with both hands and putting my foot on his
coveralls where they were now lying on the floor, I actually lifted him up
off his feet and out of them.  I was choking him so he was having trouble
shouting.  `Mmmggggg.  Mmmgggg" was all that came out as he tried
desperately to remove my hands from his neck.

Then he started flinging his little arms around trying to hit me, but he
was so small he could only bang futilely against my arms.  I stood there
smiling at him, holding him a couple inches off the floor as he struggled.

"Honey bun, you gonna make me real happy" I chuckled, and then I spit in
his face. A nice big wad of saliva right in the forehead and watched it
drip down over his nose.  Letting him down so his feet touched the floor,
but still holding him tight with my left hand, I slapped him hard with my
right.

"Aaaauuuuggg" was the sound he made as he tried to scream while I was still
crushing his larynx.  His face was bright red and he was squirming around
like crazy trying to get away.  Jesus, was he cute, squirming around that
way.  I was loving it and decided right then-and-there that I was going to
have him squirm exactly like that when I got my prick up his ass.

I spit in his face again and then slapped him hard.  He was trying to
scream and trying to cry and trying to get away all at the same time, but
this was impossible since I was holding him and strangling him.  His face
was getting even redder, tears were streaming down his cheeks and snot was
coming from his nose and he kept trying to make a sound.  I was still
holding him up with my enormous strength, so his feet were only barely
touching the floor.  I actually had to chuckle because the way he was
dangling there and thrashing around was just like the proverbial
puppet-on-a-string.  It was beautiful.  Maybe I'm a bit of a sadist, I
don't know, but having total power over a kid like this and watching him
squirm and cry is absolutely mind-blowing.

I spit a healthy wad into his face for a third time, hit him again, and
then let him fall to the floor.  I went over and sat on the bed as he
gasped and cried and groaned all at the same time and held on to his sore
neck.  Unfortunately that neck was going to be black and blue for the next
couple weeks, and I'm afraid his face was too, but he'd recover and he was
eventually going to look gorgeous once I get him looking up at me with my
dick in his face.

I gave him about five minutes before I got up and stripped.  He wasn't even
looking as I flexed my big arms, stuck out my chest and tightened my abs,
but, oh yes, it wouldn't be long before I'd have him trained in worship
this gorgeous physique of mine.  Oh yeah, he was going to learn to love
this body.

He was lying on his side in a fetal position, crying softly and holding his
neck as I walked up and put a bare foot on his face.  No pressure, but just
sliding it over his face.

"What's my name?" I said softly.  Only now, he finally opened his eyes and
looked up at me, showing total terror.  Just that quick, less than ten
minutes, and all of that arrogance was gone.

"Davon?" he whimpered as he looked at me and hoped that was the right
answer.

"My name is Mr. White, sir" I said.  "Say it."

"Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir" he croaked.

"Sit up" I said to him removing my foot from his face.  He slowly lifted up
so he was sitting on his butt looking up at me.  "You used a bad word with
me, Ryder.  That makes me unhappy.  Apologize."

"Sorry, sir, ahhh... Mr. White, sir.  I'm sorry."  No hesitation in the
apology, so this kid knew already which side his bread was buttered on and
realized it was in his best interest to give me what I wanted.

"I think you should be punished.  What do you think?"

"Ahhh..., sir.  Mr.  White, sir.  Please.  I ahhh..."

"I'm going to punish you.  Is that okay with you?"

"Please, Mr. White, sir.  Please don't.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry."

"Answer my question" I snapped at him.  "Do you want me to punish you?"

"Please, Mr. White, sir..." he started crying now.  "Please, sir."

"Say yes you piece of shit" I shouted.

"Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir."

I reached over and grabbed his neck and pulled him to his feet.  As he
looked into my eyes I made a production of hawking up some spit and spit
into his face again, this time a lot of it going right into his open mouth.

"Swallow" I growled at him as I pulled him back on this tip toes, just
inches from my face.  He had a look of total horror on his face, but he
swallowed.

"Say thank you" I snapped.

"Ahhh... sir" he had to think about this, but he came to his senses.  "Yes,
sir.  Thank you, Mr. White, sir."

Then I slapped him, hard.  He howled.

"Yeeeaaaoooh."  I pushed him back down on the floor again and walked over
and sat on the bed and just watched as he lay there whimpering and crying.
I gave him a couple minutes and then called him over.

"Crawl over here to me" I ordered him.  He did hesitate for a moment, but
only a moment because he knew he had no choice.  He crawled over in front
of me on his hands and knees.

 "You don't like niggers, boy?" I asked.  Now he got a really shocked look
on his face.  He didn't have a clue how to answer that.

"Ahhh... Mr. White, sir..." and more tears came to his eyes.  He was
definitely afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"Well , you're going to learn to love African-Americans, and particularly
this African-American" I said.  I couldn't help but grin as I said this,
because this kid had no idea how true this was, and how much I was going to
enjoy teaching him.  Reaching out and grabbing a handful of his beautiful
blond hair, I just held him there looking into his eyes.  "You gonna learn
to love me, hon.  I'll make sure of that."

He just sniffled but the look of terror was still in his eyes.

"I know you're sorry for calling me names, aren't you?" I said as I pulled
him in to just inches from my face.

"Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir" he whimpered.

"I know you want to show me how sorry you are, so if you ask me nicely I'm
going to allow you kiss my feet."  I just waited for his response.

"Ahhh... ahhh... sir?  Ahhh... wha...?"

"You will ask me nicely if I will let you to kiss my feet to make amends" I
said sternly as I tightened the grip on his hair.  "You WILL do it now."
He hesitated too long so I hit him again, in the chest this time; I didn't
want to totally mess up his face.

"NOW?" I ordered.

He was really crying now be he did respond.  "Please, Mr. White, sir.  May
I kiss your feet?"

"Say it again" I growled.

"Please, Mr. White, sir.  May I kiss your feet?"

"Go ahead" I answered as I let go of his hair.  He bent down and kissed
each of my feet.  "Okay, now lick" I ordered him.  And he did.  Still
crying softly with tears dripping off his cheeks he started licking my
feet.

So that's how it goes.  This is how Davon White teaches a kid to perform.
Sometimes it's so easy that it's almost disappointing and I had to chuckle
as I watched him groveling and licking my feet.  I mean, you can only have
the pleasure of training a kid once; then he becomes a fawning peon needing
only occasionally discipline.  But hell, I was certainly enjoying it right
now.

"Now beg me to forgive you" I said as I pulled his head up so he could look
at me.

"Please, Mr. White, sir" he cried.  "Please forgive me."

"For what?" I asked.

"For ahhh... for calling you a bad name" he replied.

"For calling me what?" I said.

"Please, sir, Mr. White, sir" he cried.  He had a look of terror on his
face, not knowing what to say, not daring to use the `N' word, and
expecting me to hit him again.  "I'm very sorry, Mr. White, sir.  Please,
sir.  Forgive me."

"You're a worthless piece of shit, Ryder" I growled at him.  "You know
that?"

"Yes, sir" he whimpered.

"Say it" I ordered him.  "Tell me you're a worthless piece of shit."

"I'm a worthless piece of shit, Mr. White, sir."

"Back on my feet.  Soft gentle kisses only."  I put a couple pillows behind
me and just relaxed as he got his mouth back on my feet and started kissing
my feet.  With a slave in training you have to make sure they are obeying
orders and know exactly what they need to be doing.  So, after letting him
kiss for five minutes or so, I directed him to lick.  I hate a dry tongue
so I had him get lots of saliva and really wash my feet for a while.  Then
I had him lick between the toes for a bit, followed by actually sucking on
each toe, always giving him careful instructions.

I slapped him on the ass a couple times when I felt he was not being
sufficiently servile, and made him thank me for slapping him.  I didn't
slap him easy; I slapped him hard.  That's how you train a kid, and after
each slap he became more attentive and more immersed in his duty

And I was loving it.  I can't even remember the last time I had a beautiful
blond boy worshiping my feet and the contrast between my blackness and his
whiteness was a delight to behold.  And that cute little butt sticking up
was quite an invitation.  I mean, you know how much I'm into body worship,
and I can spend hours having boys working me over with their mouths, but
I've also got a big dick that needs lots of attention as well.

I can tell you this.  My dick has been hard since I spit in this kids face
the first time, and now it was demanding some action.  Getting a nice grip
on his hair, I pulled him to his knees and stood up in front of him.
Grabbing my dick with the other hand, I rubbed the tip against his pretty
red lips smearing them with precum.

"Look up at me, baby" I said.  There were no tears now, and no terror
showing on his face.  Basically he looked to be showing resignation,
perhaps acceptance of whatever I wanted to do to him.

"Now lick your lips.  Lick my cum off your lips."  Looking up into my eyes
he licked his lips without question or comment.  "Good, boy" I said.

"Now kiss" I said, still holding my dick up to his lips.  He kissed the tip
of my dick.  "Again."  He kissed it again.  "Now lick.  Only the tip."  I
kept holding my hard dick there while he licked around the tip.  Oh shit,
what a trip.  Pretty blond towhead licking my black dick with his cute
little red tongue.  "Oh, shit, yeah" I moaned.

"May I come in now, Master" a voice said and I looked up to see Angel
standing at the cell door.

"Perfect timing, Angel" I chuckled.  "As always, perfect timing."

"Yes, Master" he said as he entered the cell.

"Strip down and join us, babe.  I got me a virgin ass here needs some of
your attention."  Within seconds Angel stripped down to the buff and came
over and got on his knees.  I still had one hand in Ryder's hair, so I let
go of my dick allowing it smack up against my belly, and grabbed Angel with
my other hand.

"Just kiss.  Up and down my dick" I said pulling both boy's faces in to my
crotch.  Angel got with it immediately but Ryder was confused or hesitant,
so I gave his hair a jerk.  "Kiss it pissant.  Do what Angel's doing."
This got his attention and he started kissing, so I had me a blond and a
brunet, one on each side of my dick, giving me hot kisses.  Yes.  Finally.

Finally.  I'd been dreaming about this moment for weeks, and it was even
better than in my dreams.  Both boys were young, Angel was eighteen and
Ryder was nineteen, both had what you call baby faces, and while Angel was
muscular, Ryder's build was better than average.  And both boys were
worshiping Davon White's big dick.  I wasn't about to cum yet but let me
tell you I was about as hotted up as I could possibly get.

"Oh shit, babies.  You are beautiful" I gushed as I watched them and
admired them as they worked my big black super hard prick.  Oh yeah, this
was my thing.  I could spend hours watching this, and hell yes, I fully
intended to spend hours watching this every fucking day.  These boys were
going to make me deliriously happy every morning and every afternoon, and
definately every night.

But, some good things must occasionally give way to even better things.  I
was ready to fuck.  I was ready to fuck this beautiful blond boy's virgin
ass.  I'm gonna stick my big black dong up this beautiful white boy's
virgin little hole.  A virgin ass is only virgin one time.  I know it and
my big prick know it, and there ain't nothing better in this world than
sticking your dick into a hot young virgin.  I've had way, way, way more
than my share; maybe fifty, maybe a hundred, and it's been pretty damn
fabulous every time.

"I think he's a virgin, babe, so get the cream and start getting him ready"
I said to Angel.

"Yes, Master" he answered as he got up and went to get my seldom used tube
of fucking cream.

"Get on my balls, honey bon" I said, grinning down at Ryder.  "Suck on `em.
Keep me hard for the main event."  He started sucking on my balls but
didn't react otherwise so I think he was so caught up in the delirium of
the moment that he didn't realize what was going on.  But he was going to
damn well find out real soon because my dick was hot a ready and dripping.

I was watching my big black ten inches lying across Ryder's face as he
slurped on my balls.  There ain't anything more beautiful than that.  My
big black dong on a pretty white boy's face.  Angel rubbed some cream into
Ryder's ass and then stuck a finger in and wiggled it.  Ryder let out a
grunt but didn't react otherwise.

Then I realized that this kid hadn't even had a chance to taste my dick
yet.  I mean, he was going to learn over the next couple weeks how to deep
throat a big black bazooka so there ain't no better time to start than
right now.  I reached down and put my hand under his chin pulling his face
up to look at me.  He was covered with my spit and his own saliva and
looked rather teary-eyed, which made him look even more gorgeous than
before.  I spit another wad into his face once more and smeared it all over
with my hand.  The look on his face was..., I don't know, maybe
resignation.  It wouldn't be long before that look would change to respect
and gratitude and maybe even love.  Yes, he was going to respect me and he
was damn well going to be grateful for anything he got from me, and he
would learn to fear me or love me, or maybe both.

I stuck three fingers into his mouth.  "Suck on `em, honey bon" I said
softly.  "Look at me while you worship my fingers."  He looked into my eyes
as he sucked on my fingers like a trooper.  Oh yeah, he was hot and he was
ready.  Pushing my rock hard cock down to his lips, I pushed it in,
replacing my three fingers.  The look on his face changed to shock but he
knew what he had to do and he started sucking on it.

I only gave him about two inches to give him a chance to get acclimated.
He grunted again as Angel evidently stuck another finger up his butt.  "Not
too much Angel.  I want to know this is a virgin ass.  And I want him to
know he's getting it from Davon White."

"Yes, Master" Angel said as he set back on his haunches.  "He's ready.
He's tight so it's gonna be good for you, and he's definitely gonna know
you're breaking his cherry."

I grabbed Ryder's hair and slowly pulled his head into my crotch, forcing
more dick into his mouth.  Four inches, and then five inches, and he
started to choke.  He raised his arms to try to push away so I yelled at
him.

"Get those fucking arms down" I shouted, and he immediately dropped them to
his sides.  "Now suck" I growled at him.  He gradually got the choking
under control and I let him just work on five inches for now, but even so,
it was filling his mouth all the way back to his throat.  It looked good
and it felt great; pretty blond boy with my black dick in his face.  "Oh
yeah, baby" I crooned.  "I'm looking forward to teaching you to burry that
pretty white face into my black crotch.  I'm gonna love it and so are you."

Then I pushed him back off his knees so he fell on his butt and then onto
his back.  Pushing his legs up against his chest, I reached around them,
grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up against my chest.  Hey, I told you
he was tiny, only weighing one hundred ten pounds or so, and with my
muscles and two hundred sixty-three pound physique, he was like lifting a
toy.  I was going to give this virgin boy the ride of his life.  I pulled
him in tight, his legs pointing straight up and his face pressed against my
upper chest.  The top of his head barely came up to my chin.

"Line me up, Angel" I said.  Angel grabbed my super hard prick and aligned
it with Ryder's little pucker and I lowered him just enough for the huge
head to press against him.  "Here we go, baby" I laughed in enjoyment.
"Here we go.  You getting Davon White's hot prick up your pretty little
ass."

Then I slowly allowed his weight to press against my prick, gradually
forcing his ass to open up to accept my bludgeon.

Ryder let out a yell.  "Ow, ow.  No, no."  I had him tight against my chest
so he couldn't get his arms free so I just ignored him and concentrated on
the pleasure of his tight ass pressing against my prick as I forced the
bulbous head into his ass.

"Oh shit yeah" I groaned in pleasure as I just held him there with just the
head of my prick in him, only an inch or two.  "Hot fuckin ass, baby."  He
kept saying `no, no, please, please' and whimpering but I was relishing not
only the fabulous feeling, but the knowledge of taking this tiny little
white boy's virgin ass.  Yeah, three things: a white boy, a tiny white boy,
and a white virgin boy.  My newest boytoy.

As you know I ain't no sadist, so I know that because my prick is so damn
big, taking a virgin ass can be tough on a kid.  I didn't give a shit if he
enjoyed it, this was for my enjoyment, but I didn't want to tear him up, so
I pulled completely out and gave him about twenty seconds of respite.

"Okay, Angel.  Do it again" I said and Angel lined me up and I pushed in
again.  The kid still screamed, seemingly in agony, but what the hell, I
wasn't about to pull out again.  I gently lowered him allowing a couple
more inches of cock to press into his butt.  Oh shit, he was tight.  Angel
got him ready so I was sliding in smoothly, but that ass was opening up
like it had never opened up before.

I pressed on, allowing a couple more inches to force its' way into him.
The kid was still screaming, right in my god damn ear, which was getting me
pissed.

"Angel, muffle him" I growled.  Angel grabbed my bikini from where I'd
dropped it, came over, and stuffed it in Ryder's mouth.  That was
definitely better.  Quieter anyway.  Then I lowered the kid, forcing all
ten inches of Davon White's donkey dick into his hot ass.  Oh, yeah.


I was just standing there, my knees slightly bent, my head thrown back in
delight, as I lifted him up a couple inches and lowered him back down.  Not
really fucking, but just getting a good feel of his ass.  Then I did it
again, raising him a couple inches and then lowering him back on my prick.

Holding him steady against my chest, I now started fucking gently.  Pulling
back, withdrawing four or five inches and pressing back into him.  He was
still tighter than hell, but with Angel's prep it was very nice smooth
going as I pushed slowly in and out of his sweet butt.

I'd already decided, since he was such a little kid, and just for the
novelty of it, to fuck him from beginning to end while standing up.  I'd
done this plenty of times with other kids for just a few moments, but Ryder
was such a light weight that it was like nothing to carry him around.
Holding him with one arm around his back, I grabbed his ass with the other
and started bouncing him up and down on my prick.  Oh yeah, this was it,
the ultimate.  As I lifted him and dropped him, I bent my knees even more
and started banging my crotch up into his butt with each bounce.


He was still moaning and groaning and saying shit, but since he was muffled
it wasn't bothering me none, so I just closed my eyes, threw my head back,
and started really slamming into him.  Really ramming my crotch into him
now, I was literally throwing him up in the air and letting him fall back
to meet my next thrust.  With a ten inch prick to work with there ain't no
worries about it popping out.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, baby" I moaned in satisfaction as I now started walking
around the cell.  Hey, that's the whole idea.  There ain't nothing better
than walking around with a boy on your prick as you're fucking the hell out
of him.  The grin on my face must have been a mile wide as I slammed him up
and down.  I was in heaven.

The little shit was still moaning, but I knew damn well the worst of the
pain had gone by now.  But as always, pain is pleasure.  He was going to
learn that giving me pleasure was paramount, and he'd even learn to enjoy
and appreciate any pain that might go along with it.  Yeah, that's just the
way it is with Davon White.  My boy's always loved and appreciated the pain
when they knew it was giving their Master pleasure.  Maybe he wouldn't
enjoy this, his very first experience with my big black dong, but he was
going to get a whole lot more of it from now on and, pain or no pain, was
going to learn to love it.

I didn't want it to end.  I continued walking around the cell, banging the
hell out of him, and chuckling to myself, savoring the pleasure of the
fuck.  But all good things must come to an end, and I was getting very hot.
So, grabbing his neck and lowering him away from my chest and holding him
in front of me, I started really slamming into him like a pile driver, over
and over, at least fifteen times as hard as I could,

And I literally howled as I came into this cute white boy's hot ass,
fireing shot after shot into him.  Jesus I love taking virgins.

The kid was still blubbering and crying I think as I firec my last shot
into that sweet ass, and I noticed that his little prick wasn't even hard.
That's something we'd have to work on.  I expected my fuck boys to love
being dominated by me so much that they'd shoot their load without even
touching themselves.  This kid would learn that being used and abused by
Davon White was an honor, and he'd learn to love it and look forward to it.
As with all my boys, it wouldn't take long to bring his masochist side and
get him to appreciate how hot it is to be dominated by a black muscle stud.

Laying Ryder down on my desk, I very slowly pulled my softening prick out
of his no-longer virgin ass.  Tears were still dripping down his face as I
pulled the underwear out of his mouth, but at least he was quiet.

"You've been totally fucked now, baby" I said with a grin as I tussled his
hair.  "You've had Davon White's big prick up your sweet little ass.  But
now you've got to thank me.  Little boy's like you always got to thank
their Master when he fuck's them."  I pulled him off the desk onto his
knees in front of me.

"Look at me, baby" I said, taking his chin and forcing him to look up.
"Now say `thank you, Master'.  Tears were still dripping and he now started
whimpering again.  "Say it" I snapped at him.

"Thank you" he whimpered.

"Master" I growled.

"Thank you, Master."

"Good boy" I said.  "Now clean me off."  Sticking my thumb in his mouth
forcing it open, I pushed my cock in.  "Suck on it, slave boy.  Get it nice
and clean."  I put a hand behind his head, holding him there, as he sucked
on my softening cock.

So he'd called me Master and I'd called him my slave boy, so we were well
on our way.  I had great hopes that with a week or two of training, this
kid was going to be a perfect little worshiper, and he and Angel were going
to give me a hell of a lot of pleasure.



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So, here I was, lying on my bunk with Ryder's face buried in my ass
slurping up a storm.  I had my hands crossed under my face as I relaxed,
and I glanced around occasionally to see him, just to enjoy the vision of
this cute blond white boy with his face pressed into my black ass.  It was
the middle of the afternoon and Ryder had been at it for about a half hour
now and I intended to spend all afternoon here relaxing and being
worshiped.

Angel was sitting on the floor next to the bunk waiting in case I had any
instructions for him.  He'd occasionally lean in and give my arm or
shoulder and even my cheek a soft kiss.  He knew he could get away with
light kisses without any direction from me.  I was going to give Ryder
another half hour on my ass, and had pretty much decided to get one boy on
each side and get a half hour tongue bath.  After that I'd have one of
them, probably Angel, give me a slow easy suck job for an hour or two.
Ryder was a pretty decent cocksucker now that he'd had a couple weeks
training, but for a long drawn out afternoon blowjob he tended to be a
little too aggressive.  I'd probably let him suck on my toes while Angel
did me just to give him something to do.

Life was good.  I had my bunk bed now so I had Angel and Ryder at my beck
and call 24/7.  I also had a couple dozen other kids available from here in
the youth wing if I wanted some variety.  No virgins anymore because Rad
always got them first before giving me the go ahead, but taking Rad's
seconds was pretty damn incredible since nobody, and I mean nobody, could
turn a kid into a servile fawner in one session like Rad could.  Hell, just
knowing that Rad's dick had already been in them turned me on like crazy.

I was still Rad's boy and he used me once or twice a month, and I loved
every second of it.  Yeah, me, Davon White, a masochist; can you believe
it?  It was never easy with Rad, and I always ended up with a sore ass and
a sore throat and a few bruises.  But he was so exceptional, such a God,
and I revered him so much, that I savored every moment I had with him.  I
don't think I loved him, but I idolized and venerated him.  I simply
admired and respected him for his power and strength and incredible
masculinity.

Angel still had a year to go on his sentence, but Ryder was getting out in
three months.  He'd need to be replaced but there was no hurry, and with
Angel and Ryder being such perfect slaves I didn't want to even think about
training anyone else.  I just wanted to hang loose and accept their
worship, the culmination of all my efforts at training them to be my
perfect slaves and fuck boys.

My prison sentence called for only eighteen months with good behavior, and
I have to admit I have actually considered talking to Rad about extending
it.  Can you believe that?  What is it they say?  I was as
snug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug here at `Maryland Correctional' and I wasn't sure
getting out would be an improvement.

However, no matter how you look at it, I had obligations.  Jamal was
struggling to run the business and needed my help.  He'd always been my
Lieutenant, my second in command, and he really wasn't hardnosed enough to
keep everybody in line.  He needed me.


So, I was probably going to get out in just over a year, but I was
definitely going to enjoy the time I had left.  I mean, it was going to be
seventh heaven for me, and I was going to revel in it and savor every
single minute.

Davon White, Superstud

THE END

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EPILOGUE

As I opened my eyes, I stretched my massive arms and then rolled over to
look at my bed partner. Jamal was so gorgeous.  Big muscular hunk, any gay
man's dream, and he was all mine.  Very gently, I pulled the sheet off of
his muscular body, and then slid down to his crotch.  I just admired his
beautiful black prick for a moment before taking it in my mouth.  Jesus, I
loved doing this for Jamal.  And this is the way a guy needs to wake up,
with his lover's mouth wrapped around his cock.

I knew while I was in prison that Jamal missed me.  Hell, he mentioned it
damn near every time I had him on the phone, and that was once or twice a
day.  He wasn't really capable of running the business by himself, and I
was so dense that I thought that was the only reason he missed me so much.
What he has finally admitted to me now, is that he has been in love with me
ever since we were fucking each other as teenagers.  He was just being very
patient and waiting for me to notice.  That patience ran out when he picked
me up on the day I was released from `Maryland Correctional'.

Of course he picked me up in a limo, but I'd barely closed the door when he
was kissing me madly and started unfastening my pants.  Three minutes later
he had my growing prick in his mouth.  Hell, I couldn't say no to Jamal
even if I believed that `friends don't fuck friends'.  Jamal is gorgeous
and is a top; a real dominant stud.  But, damn, does he ever know how to
give a blowjob.

But, it wasn't just the blow job, because Jamal just wouldn't stop.  After
he blew me, he climbed on and fucked himself on my cock, and then he fucked
me right there in the back of the limo.  By the time we finally arrived in
Baltimore an hour and a half later, he was trying to blow me for the third
time.

So I have a lover and I'm monogamous now.  Well, almost anyway.  No more
rapes, which is probably a good thing, since that should keep me out of
jail.  Jamal and I both tended to be dominant tops so we had some pretty
rough sex between us, but, as lovers, we both enjoyed bottoming for each
other.  But we also brought in a twink about once a week for a threesome,
so we could really let loose and be as rowdy as we wanted.  At my
insistence those were usually cute white teenagers.  I mean, I'd really got
hooked on fucking white boys while I was in prison.

Occasionally we brought in two boys so we could get long, drawn out
blowjobs while lying back on the bed necking with each other.  And let me
tell you, there ain't anything quite like kissing your lover while both of
you are plowing into tight little teenage asses at the same time.

So, I was happy, and I was in love.  We spread out from the drug business
into real-estate and were doing very well so we had unlimited funds, and
being Boss wasn't particularly strenuous.  I already told you that my
penthouse was a palace, and with Jamal next to me in bed every night it was
damn near perfect.

Believe it or not, it was even better than being in prison.



Duane (aka: Gladiatorkid)

gladiatorkid@hotmail.com

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gladiatorkid/



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