Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 07:45:31 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Davon White, Superstud  Chapter Six

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

Davon White, Superstud

Chapter Six

Free at last.  I was out of prison.  And what a way to go.  Jamal had sent
a limo to pick me up at the prison gates.  Not twenty bucks and go catch a
bus, but a long sleek white limousine being driven by a white guy with a
chauffeur cap.  The chauffeur held the door while I climbed in next to
Jamal.

"Welcome back boss" he said as he gave me a kiss on the lips.  Jamal was a
big guy.  Really big, with massive muscles everywhere, almost equal to
mine.  And he was gay.  Totally butch and totally gay.

Jamal was a control freak dominant, almost like me, but was more into big
mature guys rather than teenagers like I was.  He was a total top except
with me and he and I had been fuck buddies before I was sent up.  His cock
was the only one I'd ever had in my mouth, and it was the only one had ever
been up my ass as well.  We were both massively muscled giants, who ruled
over our gang with an iron fist.  Nobody even considered messing with us.

"It's good to see you, Davon" Jamal said with a smile.  Shit, I loved that
smile which I'd only seen occasionally on visiting days over the past three
years.  Maybe we'd have to consider getting back together.

"You have no idea how good it feels seeing you again" I said with a laugh.
"Free.  Jesus Christ, I'm free.  Has Carl got everything set up?"

"Yeah, he's been working on it for a month and he's getting it together.
Just wait until you see it" Jamal answered.  "That's where we're headed now
so we'll give you a chance to get settled in.  Carl's there and so is
Dwight and Kevin" Jamal laughed.  "What the fuck you gonna do with three of
them?"

"Shit, I don't know" I laughed.  "But it's gonna be fun figuring it out.
What about that Tajo kid?"

"Yeah, the one that sent you up; we found him in Arizona.  Raylon brought
him back a couple days ago and he's been at his place.  He's there whenever
you want him."

"Good.  Let's lock him up at my place until I get around to him."

"You're not going to hurt him are you?  I mean, we don't want you back in
prison again."

"Hell yes, I'm gonna hurt him.  That's why I want him.  But I ain't gonna
kill him if that's what you mean.  Maybe I'll keep him around for a while
for entertainment.  As I remember it, he was a good fuck, and besides, you
can never have too many slaves."  Jamal and I both laughed at that.

Carl had been just about the best slave I'd had while in prison.  A tiny
little black boy with gorgeous light colored skin.  He was beautiful and he
really was tiny.  Probably about 5'6" while I was damn near a foot taller.
He was a cocksucker extraordinary, and totally submissive and obedient so I
had Jamal pick him up when he was released a month or so ago.  Jamal had
gotten me a luxury apartment and Carl had been getting it set up, and since
I knew Carl was a natural decorator, I was sure the place was going to look
just great.  I didn't have any particular hold on Carl, and if he wanted to
leave after finishing the decorating that was up to him.  He was a good kid
and I'd set him up somewhere if that's what he wanted.

Dwight was a muscle boy and a member of the `family'.  A submissive muscle
boy who Jamal and I shared sometimes before I went to prison.  We'd had
some great threesomes back then and I was looking forward to having some
more.  Dwight was a real muscle hunk, but was totally turned on and
submissive to bigger muscle guys, like Jamal and me.  I hadn't seen him for
three years, but he'd bugged Jamal to let him join me on my first day out.

Kevin was another of my fuck slaves from prison.  He was an ornery little
cuss, who never did turn into a decent servant, but he could take pain like
nobody else and I loved fucking him.  Okay, so I admit I loved hurting him
too, mostly because he was so ornery, but also because that's what he
wanted.  He thrived on pain and loved being roughed up when being fucked.
Jamal had looked him up and offered him a place to stay so he decided to
wait for me.  He was a great fuck but I didn't figure I'd keep him around
for long.  It wouldn't take me long to get some new boy toys on the string
to replace him to keep me entertained.

Tajo, of course, is the kid that sent me to prison.  Yeah, I'd raped him,
one of a long list of pretty Hispanic boy's I'd raped, and he was really
hot.  I'd taken him home and raped him a couple times before I let him go,
but I wasn't careful enough and he figured out where my house was and
turned me in.  When Raylon got to him and worked him over he tried to drop
the charges completely, but somebody'd seen me nab him in the park so there
was a witness.

Raylon convinced him to insist he wasn't raped, but only assaulted, so they
reduced the charge, which only carried three years.  But that doesn't mean
I wasn't totally pissed that he dared turn me in in the first place.  So
what if the little fucker was straight?  Just like all the others I'd
raped, he was fuckin lucky to get it on with Davon White, and I never left
any permanent damage or visible scars or anything.

None of the others had ever complained.  Not once.  Not even the fourteen
year old girl I'd knocked up and her cute twin brother whom I'd kept around
for three days of pleasure fucking.  Three days I'd kept them and they
didn't say a word to anyone.  Okay, so I paid for her abortion and
threatened them with a painful death, but that was just standard procedure.
Yeah, standard procedure.  I'd rape them and when I finished having my fun
I'd give them a taste of the pain they'd suffer if they dared to open their
mouths.  A couple times Raylon caught up with them and reinforced that
threat.

That worked every time except for Tajo.  He knew he was in trouble after
the trial and tried to get away, but I had Jamal track him down and bring
him back.  I wasn't going to hurt him, not much, but I just wanted the word
to get around that there was hell to pay for anyone that fucked with Davon
and the "Black Guerrilla Family' gang.  And I'm sure the word was already
getting around that we'd tracked him down in Arizona and brought him back.

But, the real truth is, Tajo was the most beautiful Hispanic kid I'd ever
seen.  I mean totally gorgeous.  A perfect physical specimen with a face
that just glowed.  I just love light brown Hispanics with nice builds and
asses that won't quit, just like Tajo.  That was my favorite type, light
brown skin on a black kid or a Hispanic kid, or even a white kid with a
nice dark sun tan.  But, hey, this is Davon.  Davon the superstud.  Davon
the Master.  Davon the sex god, and when Davon fucks, he only fucks the
best.  And Tajo was right up there near the top.

We pulled up to a building on Fourth Street, and did I ever get an eyeful.
It was a ninth story penthouse with enormous rooms with twelve foot
ceilings and floor to ceiling windows everywhere.  Damn near four thousand
square feet right in central Baltimore.  One hell of a change from sharing
a ten by twelve cell at the prison.  And there to greet me in the entry
hall were three pretty boys, all in the nude and lined up on their knees,
and damned if they didn't all have big grins on their faces and were
sporting roaring hard-ons.  Shit, talk about a welcome.

Hell, it was so fuckin funny, I started to laugh and Jamal joined me, and
then the three kids started giggling too.  I mean, can you believe this
shit?  Three boy toys all hot and ready, their dicks sticking out and
throbbing, just waiting for some action with me.

"Oh shit, Jamal" I laughed.  "What the hell am I going to do with three of
them?"

"Have you ever tried three at a time?" he answered with a smile.  I'd had
threesomes with Jamal and even a foursome once, but I'd never had three
beauties all wanting access to my cock at the same time.  But the idea was
a hell of a turn on, so I was willing to give it a try.

"Up boys, and get something on" I said, laughing.  "I can't deal with three
gorgeous studs right now, but on my first day out I'm all horned up, so
I'll get to you soon."  Dwight and Kevin got up and left to get dressed,
but Carl stayed behind.

"Carl has something to show you" Jamal said.  "Something he's been working
on and just finished setting up yesterday."  Carl came over and took my
hand and, still sporting his hard-on, led me from the entrance hall into
another hall.  Shit, I was going to need a road map to find my way around
this place.  At the end of the hall Carl stopped, and putting on a flair,
swept open the door and sang out `voil"`'.

And there was a complete gym setup, all stainless steel weights with
mirrored walls, damn near as big as a public gym.

"Holy shit" I said with a gasp.  It was spectacular.  Even though I got
special benefits while in prison, I was still limited on the amount of time
I could spend in the gym, but starting now I intended to spend hours and
hours working out every day.  I told Jamal in advance that I intended to do
nothing but work out and fuck for the next couple months, so he and Carl
had really outdone themselves with this.

"You like it" Carl said with a shy grin.

"Damn straight, Carl.  I love it."  I grabbed him by the neck, pulled him
over, and gave him a big kiss.  "It's perfect" I said as I grabbed his ass,
pulling him in tight with my crotch ramming into his belly.  Carl was only
about 5'6" so he barely reached my shoulders, and he had a tight little
body which always turned me on.  Hugging him to me with my hand groping his
ass I actually lifted him off the floor, and grabbing him by the neck,
twisted his head sideways to get better access for my tongue.

"Ah hum" Jamal said as Carl wrapped his legs round me and I lifted him up
so his still fully hard cock was pressed against my growing one.  "I'll get
out of here then and let you get settled in."  I vaguely heard the door
close as I jammed a finger in and out of Carl's tiny little bung hole.
Dropping him to the floor and pushing him to his knees I stuck my finger
under his nose letting him get a smell of his hot ass.  Without any
instruction from me he was at my pants and had the belt off and the pants
open in seconds.  He knew I liked having a guy worship my cock through my
underwear, so he just yanked my pants down and jammed his face into my
crotch and started kissing my cock through the thin cloth with a vengeance.

And I was now hard.  Carl had always been a terrific fuck and seeing him
again brought back great memories so I was really hot for him.  Reaching
down and grabbing the band of my underwear, with bulging muscles I ripped
it in two and let the tatters fall to the floor.  Carl was ready and took
my damn near seven inch around monster deep into his mouth and started to
force it into his throat.  But I was too hot to wait.  I was almost there
already.  Yeah, that quick.  The thrill of being out of prison and the
surprise of seeing this glorious apartment, and having three pussy boys on
their knees wanting to be used and abused was just too much.

I pushed his head back off my cock and rammed him back into my balls as I
got my fist on it and started jerking it hard and fast.  Hey, I ain't never
had no shortage of jism so I could cum five, six, eight times in a day if I
wanted to, and today was definitely going to be one of those days that I
wanted to.

I banged my rod against Carl's face a few times as he lapped away at my
balls.  Then I grabbed his hair and started humping my crotch into his face
and started jerking my cock again.  I was kinda bouncing up and down,
flexing my knees in anticipation of my orgasm, dragging Carl up and down
with me.  I mean, when I get hot, I get crazy.

Slamming Carl on the back of his head, getting a squeal from him, I dragged
his head back and fired my first shot of cum directly into his right eye.

"Oooooh Shhhiiiiiit" I screamed as I jerked Carl's head back and forth
violently and uncontrollably, as I went through the throes of my orgasm and
fired burst after burst into his face.  Carl was trying to get my cock in
his mouth, but I was dragging his head around so much, he wasn't able to
catch it.  But, then he finally latched on to it, sucking hard as I
discharged the last couple bursts into his mouth.

As my orgasm ended I looked around for someplace to sit and saw a weight
lifting bench.  But as I headed over to it Carl grabbed hold of my legs,
keeping my cock in his mouth and held on.  So I walked over to the bench
dragging him along with me with my still hard prick in his mouth.

"Shit, Carl, you are something else" I said with a laugh as I sat down.
Carl looked up at me and seemed to be trying to smile which was pretty
remarkable with his mouth stretched around my gargantuan prick.  I just sat
on the bench relaxing for a few minutes while I calmed down and got my
breath back.  Carl kept my cock in his mouth, but did not try any fancy
tricks like deep throating and stuff, but just kept up an easy suck as I
slowly softened.

"That's enough, Carl" I finally said after ten minutes or so.  Carl pulled
back letting my cock pop out of his mouth, and then bent down and kissed
each of my feet.  Obviously, he still remembered his training on how to be
Davon White's perfect slave.

Looking back up at me he said: "Thank you, Davon.  I've been looking
forward to that."  And now I got a big smile from him.  Smiling back I bent
down and gave him a light peck on the lips.  Then I rubbed my hand across
his face collecting my cum in my hand.  Carl stuck out his tongue and
started licking my hand and sucking on my fingers until they were
completely clean.

"Thank you, Davon" he said.

"You forgot how to say sir?"

"I'm sorry, Davon, sir.  I did forget, sir.  I'm sorry, sir.  Forgive me,
sir.  Will you fuck me, sir?"

Of course I had to laugh at that, but Carl knew me very well and was aware
of my amazing stamina and figured I was probably ready to go again.  And I
was.  Getting him back on my cock and letting him suck me for a couple
minutes, seriously this time, to get me hard, I lifted him up off the floor
and put him on the bench.  Throwing his legs up in the air, I jammed my
prick into his tight little hole and started fucking.

I'd gotten the edge off now from jerking off, so I wasn't in any great
hurry to cum, so I intended to drag it out as long as possible and really
enjoy it.  I fucked him for the next forty-five minutes or so, and since
Carl was so small, most of that was me walking around the gym looking in
the mirrors as I bounced him up and down on my ten inch prong.

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It wasn't until the next morning that Jamal and Raylon brought Tajo over.
I'd slept, or should I say `not slept' with Dwight and Kevin.  Both of them
were very much into muscle worship, which of course is one of my favorite
activities, so I had two sets of lips and two tongues working my body for
hours.  In-between times I fucked Kevin twice and Dwight once and got a
blowjob from each of them.  I had intended to fuck both of them again this
morning and definitely planned to sleep in on my first day of freedom, but
Jamal and Raylon arrived too early.  I was still in just my jockey shorts
when I met them in the entrance hall.

Tajo's hands were cuffed behind him and he had a black cotton bag over his
head and evidently he was gagged as well when Raylon brought him in.  "I
haven't touched him yet, Boss.  He's just been sitting in the basement for
two days.  You want I should work him over for you?"

"No, not now, Raylon.  Let me mess around with him for a while and then
we'll see.  Check with me this afternoon."

"Okay, Boss" he said as he removed the hand cuffs.  "See you later."

Jamal stopped just before closing the door.  "Take the day off, Davon.
Have fun.  You've got plenty of boys to keep you entertained.  We'll get to
work tomorrow."

I stepped up to Tajo and pulled the bag off his head and saw there was duct
tape over his mouth and a look of fear in his eyes.  I ripped the tape off
and got a yelp from him.

"Hello Tajo" I said with a smile.  "We meet again."

"Davon, please" he said and dropped to his knees in front of me.  "I tried
to get the charges dropped.  I really did.  You know I did, Davon.  You saw
me at the trial.  Please, man.  I'm sorry.  Please, Davon.  I didn't mean
for you to go up."  Tajo really was a gorgeous kid and that's why I'd raped
him in the first place.  I'd seen him in the park and he'd turned me on so
much that I'd fucked him there in the bushes and then taken him home for
two more days of pleasure.  He'd only been fifteen then, so he must be
eighteen or nineteen now.

I just smiled down at him for a moment, and then let him have it with an
open hand to the face.  He went sprawling and yelling.

"Shut the fuck up" I shouted as I grabbed him by the hair and jerked him
back to his knees.  "I'm not going to kill you, Tajo, at least not yet.
But you owe me.  You owe me three years of my life.  And I'm gonna get some
of that back."

"Shit, Davon.  I really tried to stop it.  They wouldn't listen.  Talk to
Raylon, he'll tell you.  Please, Davon."  Now he started to cry.  I think
he really believed I was going to kill him.  Grabbing a handful of hair, I
forced him to crawl as I dragged him down the hall to the `dungeon'.  Yeah,
we had a dungeon in this place.  It was originally supposed to be a
projection room, or home theater or something with no windows, so it was
perfect for a dungeon.  Carl had painted it black and had every type of
leather torture device you can imagine hanging from the walls.  I wasn't
really into that shit, but it looked great and was going to be scary as
hell to any kid I brought in here.

I'd been really angry when I was sent up and spent hours imagining what I
was going to do to Tajo when I got out, but now, after three years, I
really didn't give a shit anymore.  I just wanted to forget this kid and
forget prison and get on with my life.

"Kiss my feet and beg me to forgive you" I growled at him.

"Please, Davon.  Please, please, please" he cried and he grabbed both my
ankles and started madly kissing my bare feet.  "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.  Please, Davon.  Please."  I kicked him in the face and
then putting my foot on his neck, pushed him over backwards.  He'd brought
his hands to his face and his nose was bleeding and he looked up at me with
a look of total terror.

Without a word I reached into the flap of my jockeys and pulled out my big
pecker.  Taking aim, I started to piss.  I'd already taken my morning piss
so my bladder wasn't overloaded, but I still had plenty to wash the blood
off his face and soak him from top to bottom.

Tajo didn't say a word and neither did I as I put my prick away and walked
out of the room.

"Carl" I yelled, and Carl seemed to pop out of nowhere.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Give that Tavo kid back to Raylon and tell him to work him over and throw
him out.  I'm through with him."

"Sure, Boss" Carl answered.

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So there I was, free from prison, with a fabulous workout gym and fuck boys
all over the place, with no obligations except to consult with Jamal a
couple times a day.  But that lasted for only a couple weeks.  By then
Kevin had left and Dwight was working so he was in and out, but I fucked
him and Carl pretty regularly, and I'd gone out cruising and had picked up
a trick now and then so I was keeping my prick semi-occupied.  I was having
amazing workouts twice a day, and spent most afternoons with my cock in
somebody's mouth or a tongue covering every inch of my body.  But something
was missing, and Jamal and Raylon recognized what it was even before I did.

Rape!  Call it a fetish it you want, but it was like being a drug addict
and I was getting desperate for a fix.  With my awesome muscular body and
handsome face I could pick up most anyone at any time and have my way with
them.  Cruising for me was like a five minute affair, and my tricks, even
the butchest ones, were always submissive and literally begged me to be as
rough as I wanted with them.  But it wasn't rape.  Rape is taking a kid
against his will, working him over and terrorizing him, forcing his total
submission to me, and then fucking the absolute shit out of him.  That's
what got my juices flowing.

Raylon was the first to recognize how antsy I was getting and set up a
possible solution.  He had already agreed to support my `rape' habit when I
really needed it by bringing me possible candidates to work on, so without
me even saying anything, he dropped by the gym as I was finishing my
workout.  Wearing my regular snug white trunks with just a towel around my
neck I was setting on a bench dripping with sweat, but looking like a god
damn superman with every muscle on my body pumped to the max.  And let me
tell you, Davon White, with his astonishing muscles, looks pretty damn
awesome after a hard workout.

"You know Cheryl Couture, the pinup girl?" he asked.

"You mean Miss Baltimore?" I answered.

"Yeah, that's her, the beauty queen.  It seems that she has a drug problem
and I've been loosening the leash on her for a couple weeks now, so she's
in deep and really desperate."

"Oh, yeah" I smiled because I knew Raylon's technique.  "So what?  You
fucking her?"

"Come on, Davon" he laughed.  "She's a twenty-two year old white girl and a
beauty queen, for god's sake.  She's not only gorgeous with enormous
bazookas just the way I like `em, but she gives head like you wouldn't
believe."  I laughed along with him because Raylon was my enforcer and at
6'6" and 310 pounds he was an absolute giant of a guy, and with enormous
muscles and jet black skin color, I could just about picture him with this
petite little blond beauty queen.

"Yeah, I bet she gives good head, and good ass too" I chuckled.  "So you
set her up and got her on the string, did you?  So what?"

"It's the boyfriend that I wanted to tell you about.  Blond kid, sixteen or
seventeen, gymnastics champ at his high school.  Young bodybuilder, he's
going to enter the teenage Mr. Baltimore this year.  He's kind of tiny just
like her, about 5'6" or 5'7" but he's a really good looking kid."

"So she goes for young ones" I said with interest.  "Only sixteen?  But he
sure sounds like my type.  What about him?"

"He's here, in the living room, right now" Raylon said with a laugh.  "I
told you Cheryl was desperate.  I don't know what she told him about coming
here, but once I suggested it, she was perfectly willing to offer him up if
I'd keep her going on her favorite party drug.  I thought it'd be worth a
few bucks to keep stringing her along and keep her happy, which will keep
my cock happy, and give you something that'll make you happy.  What'da'ya
think?"

"Sounds perfect to me" I laughed.  "Perfect.  Cheryl's okay with this?"

"Hell, she's more than okay.  She begged me to let her watch."  We both had
to laugh at this.

"But he knows us, and knows he's here" I said.  "How do we deal with that."

"That's the best part" he answered with a chuckle.  "Wait till you see this
video."  Pulling out his ipad, Raylon started a video of a kid performing
in a yard with a house in the background.  He was a blond, blue eyed bundle
of muscle wearing only tiny posing shorts, who was flexing those muscles
and doing really spectacular gymnastics exercises; flips and jumps and
handstands; he was really amazing.  The close-up's showed a superman tattoo
on his right pectoral muscle, and a young boyish face that was truly
beautiful.  Almost superhumanly beautiful.  I'd seldom seen anyone with
such perfect `movie star' features.

"Here's where I spliced it" Raylon said.  The screen went dark for a second
and then changed to a little girl, maybe five or six years old, or even
younger, wearing only underpants.  From close-up she was giggling and
looking at the camera when a big hard dick suddenly appeared in the frame,
right in front of her face.  "Isn't this fun Sarah" the voice said as the
cock was bounced against her nose a couple times?  The little girl only
giggled.  Then the camera angle changed and you saw a spectacularly muscled
blond kid holding his cock in the girls face and starting to jerk it like
mad.  The kid was wearing a `Lone Ranger' type mask, but the muscular build
and the superman tattoo on his chest was like a DNA test.  There was no
doubt this was the same kid that had been doing the gymnastic exercises.

"Oh, shit" I laughed.  "That kid is really fucked.  What an incredible
idiot."

"Yeah, total idiot" Raylon laughed.  "But there it is.  He likes little
girls, pre-adolescent girls.  That's his seven year old sister in that
picture, but I have another one with her and some other kid, probably a
cousin or something.  He likes jerking off in their faces.  He's wearing
that silly mask, but with those pretty lips and hunky body, and that
superman tattoo, there ain't no doubt about who it is."

"Oh, man" I laughed some more and Raylon joined it.  "Stupid fuckin kid,
setting himself up like that."

"Here's the really funny part, Davon.  Cheryl gave me these video's so I
could set him up, just so I'd keep her in `shit' for another couple weeks.
I've taken her ass and now her boyfriend, so I don't know what she's going
to give up next.  Maybe her mother."  We both got a good laugh from that.

"Oh shit" I said trying to control my laughter.  "So, does this kid know
you're on to him?"

"Yeah, I showed this to him this morning."

"And?"

"Well, I ran a little test.  I pretended to be interested in his dick so he
jerked off for me.  Stupid shit, thinking I'd be interested in a white
boy's weenie.  I kicked his ass for that.  So, anyway, he's malleable and
ready for you.  I slapped him around a bit and made it clear if he was
sufficiently servile to you, you might let him off easy.  He ain't happy
about it but I made it clear to him that you're going to fuck him, and he
was damn well going to thank you for it when you're done."

 "Okay Raylon, okay.  You got me all hotted up, but I've got to take a
shower."

"Hell no" Raylon said.  "Make him do it.  Hell, let me film it.  I'd love
to see him licking the sweat off those pumped up muscles of yours."

"Good idea, Raylon.  At least the sweat thing.  I love blond boys licking
my muscles."

"Wait a minute" he said.  "Here's a thought.  Why not take Cheryl and him
at the same time?  Two blond twinks worshiping all those sweaty muscles
would be totally awesome.  She knows you're the Boss and she's been trying
to meet you for ages, probably hoping you'd be easier on her than I am.
You'd be amazed what that blond bitch can do with her mouth" he said with a
laugh.  "Hell, I'm willing to share her with you, and I'd love to film it.
That'd make a great video.  What'da'ya think?"

"Don't get carried away, Raylon.  Just show me the young stud and we'll go
from there" I said, licking my lips in anticipation. Of course this
conversation was making me hotter than hell.  My pecker had perked up and
was showing a huge mound stretching off to the left in my tight shorts.

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"Boss, meet Cheryl Couture, the winner of this year's Miss Baltimore"
Raylon said as we entered the living room.  "Cheryl, this is Davon White,
my Boss and head of the `Black Guerrilla Family"

 "Nice to meet you, Mr. White" she said as she stood and shook my hand and
gave me this absolutely dazzling smile She was a beauty queen alright.
"Mr. Clark has told me a lot about you."  Nice manners, but knowing Raylon,
he probably beat it into her.

"And here is your fuck boy" Raylon said pointing to a terrified kid sitting
on the sofa wearing only a pair of white bikini underwear.  "Get on your
knees" he growled, and the boy instantly dropped to his knees in front of
us.  "Jimmy wants to be your fuck boy, don't you Jimmy?"

"Yes, sir" he said, his voice shaking.  "I want to be your fuck boy, sir."
I noticed his eye was slightly swollen and what looked like a bruise on his
cheek, so he'd obviously been well coached by Raylon, but it was really
nice hearing him being so servile right off the bat.  He looked even better
than in the video, because he'd obviously put on some more muscle since
that video was made.  Tiny little compact muscle boy, he definitely had the
makings for winning body beautiful contests.

I walked over to him, took hold of his hair, and pulled him against the
enormous lump in my shorts.  "You want this, Jimmy?  You want Davon White's
big black dick?"

"Ahhh... sir.  Please...  ahhh..."

"Answer him" Raylon snapped at him.

"Yes, sir.  Yes, sir" Jimmy quickly answered.

"Yes, sir, what?" Raylon growled.

"Yes, sir, I want his... ahhh... I want your big dick."  Holding tightly to
his hair, I pushed my big pole against his lips and dragged his head back
and forth against it.

"Get it wet, fuck boy" I ordered and he opened his mouth and began sucking.

"Yes, sir" he mumbled.

"You gonna stay, Raylon?" I asked.

"Yes, sir, if it's okay with you" he answered.

"Okay, but keep her quiet" I said nodding towards Cheryl.

"Come sit on my lap, Cheryl" Raylon said as he sat down in a wing chair.
"Get that pretty ass over here."

"Yes, Mr. Clark" she responded and giggled as she got on his lap.  And what
a picture they made.  This enormous 310 pound coal black African-American
with a 118 pound white beauty queen leaning back against his gigantic
chest.  She looked more like a doll than a person sitting there on his huge
frame.

"We're just going to watch, honey, so don't talk.  You say one word and I'm
going to have to gag you, and you know what I'm going to gag you with."  He
laughed and Cheryl giggled along with him.  He put his huge hands around
her getting two handfuls of enormous DD-cup beauty queen breasts, and then
nuzzled her neck.

"Whose putting on the show here, Raylon?"  I chuckled.  "You or me?"

"Sorry, Boss.  Sorry.  I'll behave" he said.  Now to work, I thought.  The
boy was really spectacular, I mean out of this world gorgeous, as only a
muscle bound sixteen year old can look.  Actually from his face you'd think
he was only twelve, but from his muscular body you'd think at least
twenty-one.  This kid was even prettier than Tajo but with an amazing
physique as well.

Still holding his hair I turned around and pulled his face into my ass.
The white shorts were soaked through from my workout and almost invisible
as I dragged his face back and forth against them.  "Kiss it, baby.  Kiss
you black Master's ass."  Without a word he started kissing my big bubble
butt as I maneuvered his face back and forth against the damp cloth a
couple times.  I was really impressed with Raylon.  He must have really put
the screws to this kid to get him so docile in only one morning.

"Okay, now take my shoes off, fuck boy" I said and Jimmy removed my
Reeboks, and after a nod from me, the socks as well.  "Now kiss those feet.
Show Davon how much you want to worship him."  Without any hesitation Jimmy
started laving my feet with kisses, moving around and trying to cover every
inch.  No doubt, Raylon was the best damn enforcer around to be able to
subjugate this kid so well in only one morning.

"I'm all sweaty from my workout, Jimmy" I said as I lay down on the sofa on
my back.  "Be a good boy and lick this sweat off of me.  Start with my
armpit" I said as I raised my left arm showing him my sopping pit.  He just
looked at me for a moment with a kind of a bewildered look, without moving.

"Move it" I growled at him and he jumped to obey, crawling over to me and
hesitantly sticking his nose into my armpit.  I put my hand behind his head
and jammed him in.  "Suck it, boy" I snapped.  "Suck that sweaty armpit."

"Oh, man" he whined in dismay.  I grabbed his left arm and quickly twisted
it behind his back and yanked it up to his shoulder blades.  He howled in
pain.

"Do it, you little shit before I break your fucking arm" I shouted at him.
"Do it."

"Okay, okay, okay" he squealed as he started licking at my armpit.

"Don't piss me off, little boy" I growled as I gave his arm another jerk
getting another howl out of him.  "You do what you're fuckin told and you
do it fast."

"Yes, sir.  Yes, sir.  Please, sir" he cried.  "I'll do it." Now he started
putting some energy into his sucking, and buried his whole face in my wet
smelly pit.

As he went to town on my pit I could almost feel a drop in my anxiety
level.  I hadn't raped a kid outside of prison for over three years, and
now that it was finally happening, I not only felt an immediate drop in my
angst but a big boost in my excitement level.  Fucking is always fun and
exciting, but rape is on a whole different level of enjoyment.  Just the
idea of doing it; I mean, for god's sake, I hadn't done anything to this
kid yet, but just the idea of raping him seemed to be the perfect therapy
to what was ailing me.  I mean, shit, talk about a fast acting tonic, this
was it.

I dropped his arm, grabbed his hair and pulled him to my chest.  "Suck up
that man sweat, baby, and worship your man's chest."  He didn't argue, but
started half-heartedly licking my left pec which was not at all what I was
willing to accept.  Still holding his hair, I pulled his head up and
slapped him; hard.

"Yeeeaaaoooh" he screamed, his cheek immediately turning red.

"Put some energy into to it, you little shit.  I say suck, you damn well
suck."  I let him have it again on the same cheek and he screamed again.
"Do it!" I barked at him.  He was sobbing now but I'd definitely got his
attention, and he started kissing and slobbering and sucking my pec like
crazy.

You gotta understand that rape by its' very nature is violent, at least the
way I practice it.  This kid could be the most obedient and slavish kid on
the planet and I'd still punish him, demanding servile perfection that was
well beyond his ability to perform.  I love raping guys and I love
controlling them and sometimes hurting them, so putting those things
together gave me the intoxicating gratification that I was looking for.

"Other side, you piece of shit" I growled at him "and rub your god damn
nose in that sweat."  Instant obedience this time, so he was trying to
please me.

"Armpit" I said after a bit.  "Bury your face in there."  As I lifted my
right arm he moved to my pit and gave it a lick.  I hit him in the back of
the head with my fist, getting a screech, and then grabbed his head with my
big paw and twisted and pushed it, mashing his nose and face painfully into
my armpit as hard as I could.  "Put some energy into it you stupid fuck.
Work at it."  Now he was beginning to understand what I was demanding of
him as he started loudly slobbering and sucking.  I not only expected
instant obedience from a kid, I expected frantic devotion to my needs every
second and I was not going to be satisfied until he was on the edge of
panic at every moment as he worshiped.

He did seem to be in a panic mode now as he slobbered and sucked
frantically at my armpit.  I let him go at it for a couple minutes before I
grabbed his hair and pulled him up about eight inches above my face and
just held him there.  He was bleary eyed, not quite focusing, his face
covered with sweat and spit; a total mess.  I waited a couple seconds until
he could focus on me with a look of fear on his face before I spit on him;
hitting him right between the eyes and watching it drip down his nose unto
my chest.

"Suck it up" I ordered as I pulled his face down to my chest.  Without
hesitation he licked up my spit.  Pulling him back up and holding him there
for twenty or thirty seconds, allowing him to get even more terrified, I
gave him a big smile and spit again, hitting him on the upper lip and
watched it drip on my chest again.  He definitely had a look of dread on
his face as I made him lick it up.  He didn't know what I'd come up with
next but he knew it was going to be bad.

"Tell me you're a worthless piece of shit" I instructed.  "Tell me."

"Ahhh... sir?" he responded.

I gave his head a violent shake and yelled: "SAY IT,"

"Ahhh... sir...  I'm a worthless piece of shit, sir" he mumbled, his voice
shaking.

"Master" I growled.

"Master" he whimpered.  Raising my legs I reached down, pulled my wet
shorts off and tossed them aside.  Grabbing Jimmy again by the hair, I
pushed him down to my crotch.

"Suck that sweat out of my crotch, boy" I growled.  "Suck it up."  As I let
go of him, he instantly dove in, ramming his face into my crotch and
sucking the sweat out of my crotch hair.  "Slobber on it, fuck boy" I said.
"Get it wet and wash it with that pretty tongue."  I gave him another slap
to the back of the head as encouragement, and now he really did go at it,
slobbering and licking and sucking up a storm in my smelly crotch.

My cock was fully hard and he was jamming his face against it, but when he
started to lick it I gave him another slap.  "Not my cock, you dumb shit.
You do only what I fuckin tell you."  Raylon had taught Jimmy to obey this
morning, but that was only step one because I was now teaching him to give
instant response to my demands and mindless devotion to my needs.

I gave Raylon a dirty look as I heard another giggle from Cheryl in the
background.  He'd stripped her and had unzipped and pulled out his big
schlong, and I could see the head sticking out between her legs where he
had fitted it into her ass crack.  Right now he stuck three fingers into
her mouth to shut her up, and put one of her hands on the end of his prick
to give her something to do while she watched.

Pulling Jimmy's head up by the hair, I aimed my cock and pressed the head
against his lips.  "Kiss" was all I said and that's what he did.  No lick,
no suck, just kisses on the tip.  Over and over.

"Look at me" I said.  His face and hair were a mess, covered with saliva
and sweat, but it was still an incredible turn-on to see him as he looked
up at me with that pretty face and those beautiful blue eyes, gently giving
loving kisses to the head of my big black donkey dick.  Now, my cock is
massive, over ten inches long and almost seven inches in circumference, so
I knew this kid wouldn't be capable of handling it, but this was a rape.

During a rape I don't worry too much about the kid I'm raping and if he has
to suffer some to serve me, that just makes it more erotic and satisfying.
I never inflict any permanent damage on a kid, but he sure as hell will
know when I'm done that he's been raped by the roughest, toughest, most
demanding black Master in the state.


"Breathe" I said as I grabbed his head with both hands and slammed him down
on my monster, hitting the back of his throat, and then beyond, forcing my
enormous bludgeon all the way in until my pubes were jammed tight against
his face.

I screamed in pleasure as I pulled back out only seconds later.  Oh shit
yeah, this was what rape was all about.

Jimmy went into convulsions' and I hoped he hadn't had much breakfast this
morning.  Hacking and coughing and vomiting up mostly clear saliva, he
spewed it all over my crotch and the sofa.

I gave him a long time to recover, at least three minutes or so before I
made him slurp up most of what he'd spit out.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to face fuck him, he'd never be able to
handle it, but I absolutely loved the feel of his convulsions as I rammed
in all the way the first time, so I had to do it again.  Sitting up now,
and pulling him between my legs, I again grabbed his head with both hands
and pushed him down slowly, slowly, slowly, cramming my bludgeon deeper and
deeper into him, feeling the tightness as I hit his throat and kept going,
forcing inch after inch into him until his nose was mashed firmly into my
crotch again.  He was struggling and trying his damndest to stop me but I
wasn't about to let him go.  I could actually feel his scream against my
cock as he panicked and tried frantically to pull away.  Then he started
choking and his throat convulsing, squeezing the hell out of my prick and
giving me incredible feelings of unbelievable delight.  His eyes were wide
open, his face was red and I could still feel him screaming against my cock
as he was beating at me with his fists, totally panic stricken.  I spread
my legs and jerked his head in even harder, cramming another half inch deep
into his throat and just held him there for five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
even twenty-five seconds of unbelievable euphoria.

As I let go of him he fell back on the floor choking and gasping and
crying, heaving up tons of saliva as he frantically tried to regain his
breath.  I started playing with my dick, keeping it hard as I watched him
moaning and crying and trying to get his breath back.  I couldn't remember
the last time I got such a fabulous feeling from a really tight throat and
I wanted more, but I knew it would turn into a disaster and I probably
wouldn't enjoy it, him being a virgin and all.

"Fuck boy" I finally growled at him.  He looked up at me, crying softly,
with snot dripping from his nose and tears and spit smeared all over his
face.  When he saw me his eyes went wide in horror because he not only saw
a giant muscle dick sticking up still waiting for him, but he saw the
biggest, brightest grin on my face and could hear me chuckling with
delight.  He now realized that his agony was giving me one hell of a lot of
pleasure.  "Get your ass up here."  Knowing he had no choice he got back on
his knees and crawled between my legs.  "You're a piece of shit, fuck boy"
I said and gave him a slap on the face just enough to sting.  Then I just
glared at him for a minute.

"Awk... " he said, or tried to say something through his sore throat.

"Suck my cock" I ordered him and just waited.  He was obviously terrified
to the point of stupefacation and literally paralyzed with fear, and he
didn't know what to do.  "NOW" I snapped at him.  I just waited another
moment and then the grin on my face got even bigger as he leaned in and
took my cock in his mouth.  I almost shouted aloud in elation as I relished
the total slavish submission of this kid, now willing to do anything,
absolutely anything to satisfy Davon White's twisted desires.  He was now
no more than a zombie to my needs and willing to accept any pain or
degradation, so there was no limit on what I could do to him.  This is why
I'm addicted to rape.

I didn't plan to have him suck me off, I just wanted to prove to him that
he would willingly allow me to damn near choke him to death if I wanted
too.  I didn't force him or even touch him as he started sucking my dick
again.  He wasn't taking it deep into his throat, but he was gagging and
choking some as he tried to force it in as far as possible, trying his
damndest to keep me happy.  There ain't quite nothing like having a first
time cocksucker almost strangling himself on my prick, totally terrorized
and willing to do anything to try to please me.

Reaching over his back I grabbed his underwear and ripped them apart.  He
was still crying but now he started moaning as well as I groped both of his
firm little buns with my hands.  This is always the final chapter to a
rape, taking a hot virgin ass.  An inexperienced cocksucker can only give a
guy just so much pleasure, but a tight little boy ass doesn't need any
experience, and can give my big dick almost unlimited satisfaction.

Pulling his face off my cock, I grabbed him between the legs and dragged
him up across my lap.  Putting my hand on his head, and mashing the side of
his face into the sofa cushion, I started squeezing and pinching his cute
little ass cheeks.

"Sweet little ass, baby boy" I laughed.  "And I'll bet there ain't been a
prick in there before either.  I know there ain't been a big black dick
like this one in there."  Then I gave him a good hard swat getting a howl
from his very sore throat.  I'm really partial to white boys with nice
brown, all-over sun tans, but since Jimmy had a tan line and a milky white
ass, I was going to have to make due with a red one.  I gave him a firm
slap on the other cheek and he yelped again.

I had been so focused on Jimmy that I hadn't paid any attention to Raylon.
As I glanced over at them I saw that they were both naked and I have to say
I wasn't surprised.  No way was Raylon going to calmly watch me fuck this
kid while he had a hot super model on his lap.  Cheryl was still on his
lap, but now she was facing him and his big dong was no longer under her,
but obviously in her.  She had her hands on his massive shoulders and was
humping slowly up and down on his pole and moaning as she went.  She was
obviously a lot more interested in the big black dick up her cunt than she
was in what I was doing with her boyfriend.

Raylon saw me looking and gave me a big smile and flexing his muscular arm
pushed Cheryl's face up against his bulging bicep.  "Kiss it bitch" he
whispered in her ear.  I'd never been easy on my bitches either but Raylon
got away with almost anything and they loved it when he treated them like
shit and talked dirty to them.  Cheryl was still humping but she was now
worshiping the crap out of Raylon's bulging bicep and moaning even louder
than before.

Jimmy, of course, put his hands behind him trying to protect his ass, but I
simply pulled them above his head and held them there with one big paw.
Now this kid, as a gymnast and bodybuilder, was really muscular with
particularly big biceps but there was no way he had any chance of getting
loose from Davon White.

"No, no, no.  Please" he cried.  "No, man.  No."  I had to laugh as he
struggled frantically to get his hands free but it was child's play for me
with my muscle strength to hold him with just one hand.

"You belong to Davon, baby" I laughed.  "Ownership, baby.  Ownership.  I
own that sweet ass of yours and you can bet that Davon White knows what to
do with it."

I wasn't too hard on him, but then again, I wasn't easy either.  I gave him
five or six swats on each cheek, getting them a nice cherry red and making
them look totally fuckable.  Jimmy was weeping and moaning now but had
given up the struggle of trying to get his hands loose.

He must have said `please' fifty times, probably meaning `please stop' but
then again, they all say that and I have to admit I like it.  I hear them
squealing and crying and I know they ain't never gonna forget being fucked
by Davon White.  I mean, I've fucked hundreds of boys over the past few
years and every damn one of them has the memory of my big prick imprinted
on their brain.  Ain't nobody ever forgets they been fucked by Davon White.

Cheryl was making `oh, oh, oh' sounds now which was distracting, but my
cock was hard and Jimmy's ass was hot and ready.  Getting a gob of spit, I
let it drop on his little pucker and then popped a finger in.  Spitting a
couple more times I started slowly fucking my finger in and out of his bung
hole.  Jimmy was whimpering and sniffling but seemed to have accepted his
fate, so I let go of his hands.  He simply put his hands under his face and
continued sobbing.  After a minute or so with one finger, I forced a second
one in, starting to stretch his little hole.

I was so turned on to this kids beautiful ass that I was having trouble
holding back from just ramming it to him.  Hot white pretty boy with the
sweetest little booty you can imagine, with tight little mounds of muscle
just waiting to be split apart by my big fuck stick.  I squeezed those
beautiful little cheeks a couple times, and then putting a hand under his
crotch lifted him up off my lap with one hand.

And I kissed him.  I planted a big smacker on each cheek and then stuck my
tongue down into his crack and licked it a couple times.  I was so fuckin
turned on I couldn't stand it.  I mean, you know the day I lick a kids ass
is the day I'm so hot I'm outa control.

Flipping him over the arm of the sofa, I got around behind him and took
aim.  Jimmy wasn't going to like it but I was way beyond being slow and
gentle.  I was going to fuck and fuck hard.  Getting my knees between his
legs and splitting them apart, I got my big dong right up against his
little crack and pushed hard.  He screamed and started thrashing around
violently so I had to grab his arms again.  I mean, he really screamed, so
much so that it scared me.  It sounded like I was killing him.  But damn
it, I was hot.

"Shit" I yelled as I pulled back out.  "Shit, shit, shit."  I was actually
pissed at myself for worrying about this little punk instead of my own
needs.  However, I didn't what to tear him up so I dropped another big gob
of spit on his hole for more lubrication and pushed my monster back into
him again.  He howled this time too but I was in him now, the enormous head
of my donkey dick was now crammed up his tight little chute and it was
going to stay there.

I gave him ten or fifteen seconds to adjust and then pushed in again.  It
was hard going because he was really tight and there wasn't much
lubrication there yet, but it sure felt good.  I simply ignored his yelling
and crying as I pushed in some more, getting maybe four inches or so into
him.  Of course I ignored him because they all scream when I ram my pecker
into them.  Hell, their asses never knew they were going to have to open up
this wide, and definitely weren't prepared for my monster truncheon forcing
its' way into their little chutes.

Pulling back an inch or so I started a slow fuck, in and out only an inch
or two, just enjoying how really tight he was.  He was still crying and
yelling at me to stop but I didn't care.  In fact it was kind of brought a
smile to my face, reminding me that this tight ass was virgin territory and
right now it served no other purpose other than giving me pleasure.  No way
was Jimmy ever going to forget his first fuck from Davon White.  He started
to loosen up a little as I continued the fuck, going slightly deeper with
each thrust.  The screaming had now changed to whimpering and I was
actually whimpering too; in pleasure.

"Please sir, please sir, please sir" he kept saying over and over as he
whimpered and cried.

I said I was ready for a quick fuck, but ramming it to this kid would mean
that he would not have a chance to fully adjust and have the pain go away,
so he wouldn't get any pleasure out of it.  But what the fuck, I'm supposed
to worry about things like that?  I was supposed to worry about his
pleasure?  My pleasure center was focused on my dick and any empathy I had
for this kid was buried in my dick as well, so I started to fuck.

I wasn't buried all the way into him yet and I was determined to get there,
so I pulled back and slammed it to him hard forcing the final three inches
of my big schlong deep into his ass in one thrust.  He screamed bloody
murder but it didn't matter now because I was all the way in.

Sick of listening to him scream, I grabbed a handful of hair and jammed his
face down into the sofa cushion muffling him.  Bending my knees slightly
and forcing his legs even further apart, I spread his ass wide and rammed
it to him hard, really hard, over and over, and enjoyed the buildup in my
prick as I reached my climax.  At the last instant I jerked back out of him
and dragged him down to the floor on his back and got on my knees just
above his head.  You think I wasn't hot: my first shot went all the way
over him and landed between his legs.

"Oh, fuck yeah" I screamed as my shots landed on his belly and then his
chest, and finally on his chin. I just sat there on my haunches, my balls
on his forehead and my prick in his face, breathing hard as I started to
recover.  The kid wasn't moving so just for the sheer joy of it, I slid
forward and pushed my ass in his face.

"Oh, Mr. White" I heard Cheryl cry.  I looked over and saw she was on her
hands and knees and Raylon was taking her from the rear and she was
obviously loving it.  I smiled at her and wiggled my ass in her boyfriend's
face.  I think she was more turned by me sitting in his face than I was.  I
reached down and grabbed the boy's prick, and was surprised to find see
that it was not only mostly hard but it was loaded with pre-cum.  I
wondered if he'd cum with a hot black tush in his face.

"Boy?" I said as I started jerking his cock.  "Boy" I repeated.

Then I heard a very muffled `Master'.

"Kiss my ass, boy.  Kiss my ass before I kick your ass."  Totally under my
power now, and without question, he started kissing my ass.  "That's it
boy, keep it up."

Now my ass is hard muscle and it ain't easy prying those cheeks apart, so I
sat back some, forcing his face in the crack and giving access to his
tongue.

"Tongue it, baby" I said as I stroked his cock.  "Tongue it."  Totally
obedient now, I felt his tongue start working my ass.  And at the same time
I felt his cock begin to throb.  Oh yeah he was becoming a true masochist
and was totally turned on by licking the ass of his black Master.

And then he came, shooting his spooge on my hand and up on his chest and
stomach, mixing it with my cum that was already there.

Yeah, I may be a rapist, but deep down in my heart I can be pretty damn
considerate.  I mean, I seldom ever touched a kid's dick when I was fucking
him, and here I was actually turning this kid on by allowing him to eat my
ass, and unbelievably, jerking the little fucker off and getting his spooge
on my hand.

He's better appreciate it.  I'd make sure he did when I had Raylon bring
him back again next week for a rerun.

I slid my ass back off his face, wiped my hand and my dick on his hair, and
left the room.  I heard Cheryl screaming in pleasure as I left.



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