Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 16:45:46 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Davon White, Superstud  Chapter 8

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or interracial stories, don't read this.  If you're into gay muscles and
domination and black on white, I hope you enjoy this story.


Davon White, Superstud

Chapter Eight


"You ain't heard of the `Black Guerrilla Family' you stupid fuck?"  I had
him on his knees, had an arm behind his back which I was yanking on, and
his face jammed into the cold water faucet in the shower.  He was screaming
as I was damn near breaking his arm, and kept slamming his face into the
shower handle.  I thought maybe I'd broke his nose and I may have been
putting his eye out but I didn't give a fuck.

"I'm the `Black Guerrilla Family'" I shouted in his ear.  "And you're
nothing but a piece of shit."  He screamed again as I really yanked his arm
up and slammed his face into the shower handle again.

"You big fuck, you gonna belong to me from now on" I growled.  "Say it, you
piece of shit.  Say I own you."

I'd passed the word around that I thought Leeshawn was a big pussy, so I
knew he'd come after me.  I guy in his situation, being absolutely the top
dog, couldn't afford to let anybody get away with bad-mouthing him.  He
came into the shower with a shiv, but how the hell do you hide anything in
the shower?  I saw he was hiding something in his hand from the second he
entered and since I was expecting something from him anyway, I immediately
jumped him, made him drop the shiv, and then started beating the shit out
of him.

"Tell me I own you, you big shit" I shouted at him.

"You dead, man.  You dead" he growled back.  I don't think I've ever seen
anybody with this much muscle.  I'm no weakling here but I had his arm
behind his back trying my damndest to break it, and it wouldn't break.


"I own you, you stupid fuck" I said as I slammed his face against the
handle again, and yanked on his arm as hard as I could.  Then I heard
something pop, maybe his shoulder came out of its' socket, and wow, did
that ever get a howl out of him.

"Yeeeeooooh" he screamed as he went limp and stopped fighting me.  I
slammed his face into the faucet once more and heard a crunch so now I knew
I'd broke his nose.

"Tell me the `Family' owns you" I said still holding his arm.

"The `Family', the `Family' he moaned.

"And Davon White" I growled in his ear.

"Okay, okay.  And Davon White" he cried.

"You're my pussy" I said.  He didn't answer but I really didn't expect him
to so I let go of his arm, and getting a handful of hair, pulled him back
from the wall.  His nose was twisted and bleeding profusely and he was
bleeding from half a dozen cuts on his face, and his right eye was swollen
shut.

"You stupid asshole" I said.  "You don't fuck with Davon White, ever."

All he had going for him was being big, really big, 350 pounds big, and
most of it muscle.  Leeshawn could fight but he wasn't a sophisticated
fighter like I was and was used to simply overpowering guys with his
enormous strength.  I just stayed out of his reach and didn't let him get
ahold of me.  Wasn't ten minutes I had him down and banging his face
against the wall.

So, that's me, Davon White, putting in my claim to begin to try to take
control of this place.  Yeah, here I am in prison again and god, I hate
this place.  It took me almost two years to get the `Baltimore City
Detention Center' pretty much under my control, and now, here I am at the
`Maryland Correctional Institution' in Hagerstown and I have to start all
over again.  My cellmate is a 61 year old black named Harry, a lifer.  He's
actually a nice guy, very quiet and respectful, but I can't turn an old man
into my fuck boy.  He's sixty-one years old for god's sake.  But I don't
know the guards and have no power here at all.  And as a newby I have to be
on my best behavior because they'll be watching and if there is anything I
want to avoid, its solitary confinement.

So, how did this happen?  How the hell did I get here?  It's quite a story.

First of all, I wasn't raping that kid.  Okay, yeah, I had my dick up his
ass and he was screaming but it was consensual.  Kind of consensual anyway.
I mean, I know what rape is, because I've been involved in plenty of rapes,
but when a kid asks for it, it ain't rape.  Admittedly he had some
encouragement from Raylon, but he asked for it, and he asked for it nicely.

The facts were that Raylon gave the kid credit on his drugs and he was
behind on that payment and needed to be reminded that it was due.  Raylon
brought him into our `dungeon' and worked him over a little and convinced
him that it was in his best interest to service my prick.  I'm not sure if
consensual is the correct word, but he felt that maybe blowing me was
better than any other options Raylon might have had in mind.  And besides,
just like everybody, he knew from the beginning that the interest rate on a
loan from us included substantial late penalties.  Okay, okay, so I know
that Raylon recognized that this kid was just my perfect type, and maybe he
was over generous with `the tab' , and perhaps he knew the kid was likely
to fall behind in payments, but the fact is, the kid still owed us money
and we were just reminding him of the debt.  Raylon is a good guy and is
always looking out for my best interests.  This kid was a young white boy,
good looking and obviously straight with a fairly nice build.  Oh yeah,
Raylon knew that this was the kind of boy that would get my juices flowing
and make my dick hard.

So this was the way it went.  I'd had my workout and shower and Adam was
giving me a massage, when Terrell came in and said Raylon had the boy
ready.  Adam grabbed my terry cloth wrap, put it on me and got on his knees
and kissed my feet.  Looking up he said: `thank you. Master, for letting me
serve you'.  I tousled his hair and let him kiss my hand as I smiled down
at him.  Adam was a cute seventeen year old white boy who was about as
perfect a slave as a guy could get.  Adam was one of the few slaves that I
didn't rule through fear, because he absolutely adored me.  He'd do
anything for me.  Plus he gave great massages and craved being dominated by
me and having me ram my dick up his ass.

So, when I got into the dungeon I saw that Raylon had the kid strung up
from leather bands around his wrists so he had to stand up on his toes to
relieve the pressure on his shoulders.  He was naked except for the wrist
bands and a slave collar.  His chest was red and he had tit clamps attached
to his little nubbins and there was some kind of clamp attached to his
genitals.

"He's all ready for you, Boss" Raylon said with a grin as he gave the boy a
gentle slap on his bare butt.  "Cute little bugger if I do say so myself.
And he's hot for your prick.  Ain't you white boy?"

"Yes, Mr. Clark" the boy mumbled through the pain.  "Yes, sir, Mr. Clark"
he repeated.  "I'm hot for his prick."  Groaning a little and gasping for
breath he looked at me.  "Please, Mr. White.  I want your prick."

"Say it again, and say it right" Raylon growled at him.

"Ahhh..., yes, sir.  Please, Mr. White, sir.  Please let me serve your
prick, sir.  Please, Mr.  White, sir" he said, obviously repeating by rote
the lines Raylon had taught him.

"Good boy" Raylon grinned and gave the boy another easy slap to the butt
and removed the clamp from his balls, getting a groan from him.  "Good boy"
he repeated.

"Jesus Christ, Raylon" I said with a laugh, really impressed with the kid's
amenable demure, "is he ever ready?  Wow."

"Ain't nothing to it, Boss" Raylon laughed.  "Gentle persuasion I call it.
And look, hardly a mark on him.  Nothing much that shows anyway."

"Okay, cut him down" I said.  "Let's see what we've got."  Raylon put a
stool under the kid's feet and unfastened the chains holding his arms.
Then, both at the same time, he jerked off the tit clamps, getting a real
howl out of the lad.  A howl from him but a grin from me because I know a
little pain early on will get a kid in the right frame of mind for a good
hot fucking.

"Hands behind your back" Raylon growled as he grabbed the kid by the neck
and pushed him to his knees.  I stepped forward and pushed my crotch into
his face.  And what a pretty face it was: light brown hair with a tinge of
red and scattered freckles on his face.  I guess he was about twenty with a
nice slim body; not built but obviously in good condition.  Not as muscular
as my usual type, but hell, this was business as well as pleasure, because
this was just a reminder to the kid of a payment coming due.  I mean, I had
three house boys now, fuck boys, all of them built, but there was always
something special about taking a virgin ass.  This magnificent fuck muscle
of mine had had many a virgin ass, who knows, maybe fifty or a hundred over
the years, but I was always ready for one more as long as there was a
pretty face attached to it.

"Take this wrap off" I ordered him.  He took hold of the Velcro connection
and pulled it apart allowing the wrap to fall to the floor.

"Now say it once more" Raylon growled at him "and say it nicely."

"Please, Mr. White, sir.  Please let me serve your prick, sir.  Please,
Mr. White, sir" he quoted.

Putting my hand behind his head, I rubbed my still soft prick back and
forth against his face a few times.  Shit, I loved the way my black dick
looked when I banged it against a white boys face.  Oh yeah, that's where
my big schlong belonged, in a white boys face or in a white boy's mouth, or
maybe up his ass.  It turned me on so much that I almost exclusively fucked
white boys these days.  Call me a racist if you want and so what if I am?
But the fact is, most white boys are racist anyway, and it was really
special to slap the shit out of a cute white boy and then make him choke on
my big black donkey dick; this niggers big black donkey dick.  If you ain't
seen a young racist white boy on his knees crying and begging to suck on a
nigger dick you've missed out on one of the real joys of life.

The kid was weeping softly, evidently from the lingering pain in his tits,
but he was keeping his hands behind him and offering no resistance.  As
always, Raylon knew exactly what it took to get them docile and
well-behaved.

I put my hand under his chin forcing him to look up at me.  "So you want my
dick, do you white boy?" I said with a big grin.  "Big black nigger dick?
You want it?  Huh?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir" he said, his voice quivering.

"Well, tell me.  What do you want to do with this dick?  Huh?"

He simply looked dumbfounded at first, not understanding what I wanted.
"Ahhh... ahhh" he mumbled.

"What do you want to do with it?" I asked again as I heard Raylon
chuckling.  "You want to worship this dick, boy?  This dick going to be
your God?  Tell me."

"Ahhh... yes, sir, Mr. White, sir" he said, his voice still quivering.
"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir, ahhh... I want to worship it, sir.  I want to worship your dick,
sir."  Raylon and I were both laughing now.  This kid was so fuckin cute,
his voice shaking and tears streaming down his face.

"You're going to treat it like your God, aren't you?  You're going to
worship your God?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir" he said, finally understanding what I wanted
from him.  "Your cock is my God, sir, and I want to worship it, sir."

"Way to go cutie" I laughed giving his cheek a few friendly slaps.  "You've
definitely got the right attitude.  Now, you ever kissed a dick before,
boy".

"No, sir, Mr. White, sir" he mumbled.

"Well, you're got a beauty to start on.  Great big beautiful black dick.
Kiss it.  Kiss it all over."  With a quick glance at Raylon, the kid leaned
in and started giving my prick soft kisses.  I was only now beginning to
get hard, as it began to wake up from his administrations.  "Good boy" I
said as I tussled his hair.  "Good boy."


I just let him go at it for a couple minutes and then pushed his head back.
"Just look at it, boy.  Just admire it" I said.  It was getting pretty
stiff now so I grabbed it and wiggled it in front of his face.  "Tell me
it's beautiful, babe."

"It's beautiful, Mr. White, sir."

"You can do better than that" I purred.  "Describe it and say it with
conviction."

"It's... it's... beautiful... It's ahhh... gorgeous, Mr. White, sir."

"And you want to worship it don't you?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir.  I want to worship it."  Holding my prick up, I
pulled his face into my crotch.

"Worship my balls first, babe.  Pay homage to your God."

Without any hesitation he started licking my balls.  "Lots of saliva, babe.
Get `em wet and suck on `em."  As he continued sucking on my balls I pulled
him in tight and just humped my now full ten inch rod into his face
smearing my pre-cum on him.

Every time I used one of Raylon's boytoys I was impressed.  I mean, this
kid was amazing.  Totally docile.  Totally obedient.  Absolutely dedicated
to execute my every whim on command.  Raylon's techniques are almost
unbelievable.  How he can turn a kid into a sniveling, spineless, utterly
submissive little cocksucker in just a couple hours was astonishing.

"Great job, Raylon.  Great job" I said looking over at him.  Raylon was
wearing some kind of skin tight nylon thing around his waist which barely
covered his big schlong.  The shorts were soaking wet, presumably from the
kid's earlier ministrations while being trained, but the big bulge showed
Raylon was fully hard.  That always surprised me because Raylon was as
straight as they come, but would invariably get hard while watching me
dominate and fuck a kid.  The reason was, of course, because Raylon was
into violence and his female partners seldom came away from his bed without
bruises to show for it.  So he got sexually excited watching me dominate a
kid, but he also got excited while whipping a kid's ass getting him ready
for me.  But, I mean, who wouldn't get excited about taking a kid with
attitude and turning him into a whimpering little cum dump?

"Thanks, Boss" He said giving me a smile and reaching down and groping
himself.  "I knew you'd like this one.  He almost turns me on."  Stepping
over to us, Raylon reached down and gently removed a large dildo from the
kid's ass.  It wasn't as big as my enormous schlong, but it was pretty good
size.

"Oh shit, Raylon" I laughed.  "You have got him ready."

"Yup.  All ready" he laughed.  "Just ram it in."  I grabbed the kid by the
hair and pulled him over to a leather bench, forcing him to crawl.  Pulling
him up on the bench on his belly with his ass hanging over the end, I got
behind him and spread his legs.  "He's prepped, Boss" Raylon said.  "Just
go for it."

Lining up my big bludgeon with his little hole, I pushed, hard, ramming all
ten inches into him in one fell swoop.  The kid let out one hell of a
scream that could have waken the dead, but my cock was sending incredible
spasms of rapturous delight shooting into my brain.

That's when the cops burst in.

"Oh shit" Raylon and I both said at the same time.

The good news about our dungeon is that it is sound proof so you don't
worry about any noise the schmuck your fucking is making, but the bad news
is that we didn't hear the cops coming, so they got quite a spectacle as
they stormed in with the kid screaming like a banshee and me ramming my
dick up his ass.

Those assholes not only cuffed me and took me to the wagon totally naked
with my prick still dripping, but I was at the jail for a couple hours
before they finally got me something to wear.  But shit, I wasn't
surprised.  Stunningly handsome stud like me with a body of a superman and
a demon sized dick, you can bet they were mostly checking me out.  Hell,
most of those cops couldn't keep their eyes off of me, and had the
circumstances been different, I could have had half a dozen of them chowing
down on my dick in no time.  I gave each of them a wink and a smile when
they stared and I had to chuckle because most every time they turned red
with embarrassment and had to turn away and rearrange their growing
hard-on's.  Hey, I got nothing against fucking cops, but I just like
teenagers better.

Of course neither Raylon nor I had had a chance to emphasize to the kid the
penalty for squealing, so he was screaming `rape' from the moment the cops
burst in.  Also, Raylon had made the mistake of snatching the kid from his
own front lawn, and his mother had seen them and called the police.  But
strangely enough, that wasn't the reason for the raid.  It actually was a
drug bust.  The god damn cop who was supposed to notify us was on vacation
so for the first time, Jamal didn't even know the bust was coming.

Luckily, Jamal is super careful, so what little `shit' we had on the
premises was flushed away in seconds.  So, their drug bust was a flop, but
they got Raylon for kidnapping and me for rape.

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It was driving me crazy that I didn't have a phone here in prison.  I was
so used to being up to date on everything by talking to Jamal several times
a day.  I definitely needed to do something about that.

Jamal used his connections to find out where they were sending me and
passed on the word that two members of the `Family' were already there so I
got with them right away.

"So, how come none of you have a phone?" I asked Omar and Jasen when we got
together.  As with most members of the `Family' they were both hunks;
dedicated body builders.

"Shit, Davon, that..." Omar started to say.

"Boss" I said, interrupting him.  "Even in here, I'm still Boss of this
`Family'.  Don't you forget it."

 "Okay, Boss, sorry," he replied.  "But I don't know anybody has a phone.
Even Leeshawn, the guy who's pretty much in charge around here, doesn't
have one.

"He's in charge?" I asked.

"Well, yeah.  He's big and tough and he seems to own the guards.  I mean,
nobody dares mess with him, and he's got a couple goons to support him as
well, so he seems to be able to do whatever the hell he wants.  I mean,
with Jasen he... "

 "Shut up, Omar" Jasen said.

"What?" I asked.  "He fuck you, Jasen?"

Jaden didn't say anything as I looked at him questioningly.  "Well, cough
it up.  What'd he do to you?  Speak up, damn it."

"Well... I... he..." Jasen mumbled.

"Omar, tell me" I said.

"Leeshawn roughed him up and fucked his boytoy and made him watch while he
did it" Omar said.  "He's done it more than once."

"Oh, fuck" I said, understanding now why Jasen was so embarrassed.  "So he
didn't want your sorry ass but he wanted to humiliate you by fucking your
boy."

"Yeah, that's about it" Jasen answered.  "He's a huge guy, probably weighs
over 350 pounds but he likes skinny feminine looking guys, and my Otto is a
bit on the fem side.  Besides, Otto is white and Leeshawn prefers white
boys when he can get them.  He's got his own fuck boy but he fucks just
about anybody he wants with impunity, and usually has one of the guards
standing watch outside the cell while he does it."

"Actually he does it just to prove his power more than anything else, and
let everybody know he's in charge" Omar said.  "He's a guy you want to stay
away from."

"I don't know about that" I said.  "Sounds to me like a guy I want to get
close to."  So, that was my introduction to Leeshawn, and it was only two
weeks later that I sent him to the hospital.  I got away with it for two
reasons: one, because he was the aggressor and had the shiv and planned to
murder me, and two because the guards wanted another sugar daddy and I was
the obvious replacement for him.  I mean, they're not totally stupid.  The
word was already around that I was head of the `Black Guerrilla Family' and
had the connections and the bucks.

Didn't take but four days after I whipped Leeshawn that the first guard
came to me being subtle but hinting that he was for sale at the right
price.  He said he heard on the grapevine that I was generous, and he said
he was willing to be helpful.  His name was Fred and he was good looking,
kinda husky, probably late twenty's, early thirty's and from our first
meeting I knew I could get him on my dick if I was willing to really put on
the charm.  I didn't want to fuck a thirty year old, but I thought I'd keep
that in mind as a backup depending on how things went.

Three more guards, all female, came by over the next few days, all of them
wanting benefits but also showing interest in my prick.  Hell, I'm gorgeous
in every way; face and body and prick, so how could they resist?  I found
out real quick that my looks and charm and ten inches were going to be just
as popular here as they had been in `Baltimore City'.  I mean, barely
fifteen minutes after I met Latisha, one of the day guards, she was down on
her knees worshiping my dick while her cohort, Jacy, kept watch outside the
cell.  I had to literally drag her off in order to fuck her.  Turns out
Leeshawn didn't have near the prick I've got, so Latisha was getting
satisfaction like she'd never imagined.

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Now this was supposed to be one of those progressive prisons, where instead
of just punishing the prisoners, they tried to rehabilitate them.  We'd
been naughty and they were going to try to keep us from being naughty
again.  So, I was assigned to a Clinical Psychologist.  Not a psychiatrist
but a psychologist.  Not sure what the difference is but I think the
psychologist is supposed to be almost as good as the real thing, but
probably cheaper, so why waste the big bucks on a prisoner when you can get
by on the cheap.

So, meet Dr. Taylor.  Dr. Ezekiel Taylor for god's sake.  A doctor with
some fancy degree but he definitely epitomized his name because he was a
total nerd.  I mean, you gotta know, anybody named Ezekiel has got to be a
nerd.  Ezekiel had this stack of papers in front of him all the time,
presumably my file, and he was constantly writing something.  He had kind
of a thin face with indrawn cheeks but wasn't all that bad looking.  He was
about 5'8" and maybe 150 pounds and was probably in his mid-thirty's.  He
had these rimless glasses and when he looked at me, which wasn't very
often, he'd look over the top of them.

And that's what struck me from the first few minutes of our first meeting;
he wouldn't look at me.  Of course I can be intimidating.  With my 19 inch
arms and 58 inch chest, my muscles have got muscles and the skin tight
t-shirts I wear just emphasis them.  Yeah, I know, I know, we have to wear
these stupid prison coveralls, but nobody said I had to have them zipped up
all the way.  I keep them unzipped down below my navel so my big meaty
pectorals show in all their glory.  And since I made a point of getting
coveralls that were a couple sizes too small, my enormous shoulders and
arms looked like they were about to split the seams.

So I'm intimidating.  And he's a nerd.  But he's also supposed to be a
professional: a psychologist by training so my good looks and my amazing
physique should not have affected him.  But, since he was such a little
guy, he looked like a damn midget sitting across the table from me,

Hell, most anybody'd look small next to me, Davon White, at 6'3" 263
pounds.  So, from the first meeting we had together I could see that he was
apprehensive about being in the room with me.

"Mr. White, it's this aggression that we have to work on.  All the records
show you as being very aggressive and controlling.  We need to discuss this
and see if we can find out what caused it and what we might do about it.
What do you think about this?"  This was my third session with Dr. Taylor,
Ezekiel that is, and I could already read him like a book.

During the first two sessions I just sat there with a smirk on my face and
occasionally giving him a `yes' or a `no'.  He'd set there writing
furiously not daring to look up at me.  The few times he did look, I'd
smile, and he'd quickly look back down.

"These sessions can be important to you, Mr. White.  They will count
towards your good behavior if you participate" he said.

"It's all because of sex, Dr. Taylor" I said softly.

"I beg your pardon?" he said.  "Your aggression came from sex?"

"Yeah, it was sex" I answered.  "I mean, I'm good looking and I've got a
big dick and as you can see I'm what they call a real beefcake.  I mean,
I'm a hunk, just look at this."  I stood up and gave him a double bicep
pose, flexing my incredible arms, and we actually heard the seams popping
and saw it split open at the left bicep which may have been a smidgen
bigger than my right one.  "Shit, I did it again" I said with a grin.  "You
gotta look, Dr. Taylor if you want to understand" I said as I held the pose
waiting for him to look up.

"That's enough, Mr. White" he said as he glanced up at me and then quickly
back down at his papers.

"From the time I was a kid I was one hunky number" I said as I sat down
"and people wanted to get it on with me.  I mean, you can see why just by
looking at me, but they also wanted me to dominate them.  A good looking
husky stud like me, they just expected me to be rough.  So I was."  This
was the first time I'd actually answered any of his questions in anything
other than monosyllables, so I definitely had his interest. (scribble,
scribble, scribble went his pen).

"Well, I'm glad you've decided to open up to me" he said, glancing at me
over the top of his nerdy glasses, and quickly back down again.  "Maybe
we're getting somewhere" he said.  "They wanted you to dominate them?"

"Yeah, they all did" I answered.  "I mean, for example there was this girl
I met at McDonalds, Tease or Tits or Twat or something like that.  She
worked there so I waited for her to get off work and let her take me home.
She couldn't keep her hands off of me and all she could talk about was how
big my muscles were and what a marvelous prick I had and how she bet I was
really rough in bed.  So, I was fucking the hell out of her in her bedroom
and yes, I was being rough, but she was begging me to fuck her harder when
her mother walked in.  I guess she came home early or something.  Anyway,
her mother let out a scream and looked really shocked.

"Trish" she screamed and just stood there looking.  I'd been surprised and
had pulled my dick out, and she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of it.
But I can tell you, I'm really good at pickin up on people and I saw it in
her face.  She was envious.  Hell yes she was.  She saw my big dick and
wanted some of it for herself.  Weren't no big surprise to me because I got
that kind of reaction from bitches all the time.

"Anyway, she was finally able to pull her eyes away from my dick and left,
slamming the door behind her.  The girl tried to push me off but I wasn't
about to interrupt a hot fuck so I rammed back in and kept at it until I
blew my wad.  Now, I told you what I saw.  Weren't no doubt in my mind that
the lady wanted me.  So when her daughter went to the bathroom I walked out
into the kitchen completely naked with my dick still dripping and walked up
behind her and gave her a healthy swat on the ass.  And you can guess what
happened: she yelped but then turned around with a smile on her face and
tried to kiss me.  I wasn't much into kissing at the time so I gave her
another swat on the other cheek, put her on her knees and let her suck on
my bull dick for a while.  And I can tell you that's what she wanted; the
bitch was really hot for my big black dick."

"Ahhh... Mr. White" he said.  "That's..."

"Wait, let me finish" I said interrupting him.  "I didn't plan to fuck the
old lady because she had to be over thirty, too old for a fourteen year old
kid, so I turned around, put a hand behind her head and pulled her into my
ass.  She didn't seem to mind at all because she was ramming her fingers up
her cunt like mad.  So, I just held her there and let her eat my ass while
I jerked off all over her kitchen floor."

"Mr. White" he said.  "It's not necessary to give me the explicit details
of your exploits.  Generalities will be sufficient."

"I just want you to understand, Dr. Taylor" I said innocently.  "I've
fucked hundreds of bitches since then, but that time, when I wasn't even
fifteen yet, is an example of what I had to go through just after I reached
puberty.  But I ain't finished yet.  A couple days after I fucked her, the
girl's big brother came looking for me, a college jock, probably five years
older than me.  He came after me, you understand, so it was not my
aggression that was at fault.  After I kicked the shit out of him I fucked
him up the ass.  I really wasn't into fucking boys at that time but I found
out that working a guy over and dominating him before taking his ass was
very exciting."

"Alright, Mr. White.  That's enough" he said.  "You have to know it's a
simplification to blame your aggression onto the people you aggressed
upon."

"Well, I'm just telling you the way it was" I answered, still pretending
innocence.  "I became pretty much of a regular at their house after that.
As I recall, I never did fuck the old lady, although I let her suck me off
a couple times.  But the girl and the boy were terrific fucks, the girl
because she loved a rough fuck and the boy because he was terrified of me
and I found out how much fun it was to force him to do all kinds of shit
against his will.  I got more dick action in that house over the next
couple months that you can possibly imagine.  And let me tell you,
Dr. Taylor, I was as aggressive and demanding and raunchy as I wanted to
be, and except for the boy, they loved it.  I mean, I didn't even know what
the word `orgy' meant until I started fucking them.  I was big kid for my
age but I was not even fifteen at the time, but I learned how to be quite a
hellion, one very lecherous dominate stud."

"Alright, that's enough" he said firmly.  "I think we'd better end this
session for today.  I'll see you again next Tuesday."

"Okay, Dr. Taylor.  Okay" I said.  "But I've got a few other examples of
events that will help you understand why you think I'm aggressive."

"We'll talk about it next week" he said.

"Okay, sir" I said.  "But it weren't my fault if everybody was after a
fourteen year old kid's dick, and begging him to be as crude and abusive as
he wanted."

As I stood up, I stuck my hand inside my unzipped coveralls and groped
myself, pretending to be subtle, but being very obvious.  He couldn't help
but see it, but as he quickly looked away I saw a look of embarrassment on
his face.  Since he was behind the table I couldn't actually see if he had
a lump in his pants but I was betting it was there.  Oh yeah.  He was not
only intimidated by me, I think he was fascinated by a meaty prick.  Time
would tell.

I figured a prison psychologist couldn't be as helpful as a Deputy Warden,
but it wouldn't hurt to have someone in an `official capacity' under my
control.

.

----------------------------

So, here I was, in the process of getting a new prison under my control.
With his connections, Jamal got me assigned to a lenient judge, so I got
only seven years, eighteen months for good behavior.  But I was determined
to get this place set up to my liking.  Unfortunately, both the Warden and
the Deputy Warden were grizzled old political hacks who I knew would be
immune to my animal magnetism.  Hell, they lived in their offices and were
on the phone all the time so the prisoners never saw either one of them.

After destroying Leeshawn I was well on my way to getting control, but I
had a long list of objectives.  First of all I needed a boytoy.  Some cute
young thing, preferably white, that I could train to serve me and become my
regular fuck boy.  I found out almost immediately that this was going to be
a lot harder than `Baltimore City', because they put the young guys in a
wing by themselves.  Jensen's boy `Otto' was 27 years old, too old to be in
the `youth' wing, and Omar didn't have a boy of his own.  I wanted a young
muscly one, preferably a teenage, but they were locked away.

Yeah, they segregated the young ones.  It was supposed to be for those
between eighteen and twenty-two but there were some slightly older who were
particularly `pretty', and some who were overly effeminate.  And that was
pure discrimination.  I mean, who decided if a guy was `pretty' or
`effeminate'?  Did the warden pick them out?  Total discrimination.

Although the young pretty ones were in their own wing, they mixed with the
regulars during the day, but as long as they kept away from the showers
they were okay.  So I picked out a few cute studs with attitude that might
fit my requirements, even though they were temporarily out of reach.

My next priority was getting a phone.  I can't be Boss of the `Family' if I
don't have contact with Jamal to give the orders.  Actually this might be
more important to me at the moment than satisfying my prick.

So, I got to work on Latisha, and within a week I had a phone.  I got the
other guards, Fred, Jacy and Ellen in on it so I'd be notified of searches.
There were still other guards not on my payroll so I had to be very careful
when I used it.  Actually, what I arranged was for Fred to come by once in
the morning and once in the afternoon and stand guard while I talked to
Jamal.  Problem solved.

-------------------------

I felt I had a good start on my manipulation of Ezekiel Taylor, the
psychologist, so I was really looking forward to my next meeting with him.
Besides, I hadn't had any sex except with my right hand for over a month
and I was dying to get my cock into some tight hole.  Ezekiel was my
candidate for that honor and I didn't intend to wait much longer.

"Hello, Dr. Taylor" I said happily as I entered the conference room and sat
at the table.  Ezekiel was already there with his papers spread about on
his side of the table.

"Hello, Mr. White" he said.  "Well, you're in a good mood today.  That's
great.  I thought we'd start by talking about this `Family' I've been
hearing about.  You want to tell me about it?"

"Sure" I said with a grin.  "It's the `Black Guerrilla Family' in Baltimore
and I run it.  I'm the Boss."

"You're the Boss?  How's that, since you're here in prison."

"Yeah I'm Boss.  I just have to have a phone so I can keep in touch on a
regular basis."

"You know phones aren't allowed.  How do you plan to manage that?"

"Where there's a will, there's a way.  I'll figure it out" I replied with a
grin.  "You ever piss on anyone, Dr. Taylor?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You want to know about my aggression, so I thought I'd tell you about the
times I pissed on someone."

"Why would you want to do that?" he asked.

"Hey, I'm a Dom and I'm always in command.  I own the people I'm fucking
and if I want to piss on them, I will."

"What does that do for you?"

"It's a feeling of power, Dr. Taylor.  A feeling of superiority.  And it
makes me hot; it makes my dick hard."

"Ahhh..., Davon...  ahhh" he stuttered.

"Remember that story I told you about last week?  The twat, her mother and
brother?  The brother was a wimp, a total pussy, so once, just for the hell
of it, I took him into the backyard and pissed on him."

"Mr. White, we need to..."

"Then I made him shower before I fucked him" I laughed.  "That was fucking
funny, making him wash my piss off before I stuck my dick up his ass.  You
would not believe how much that turned me on."

"Mr. White, what we need to do today..."

"Then there was that time I was at `make-out point' and saw this couple
walk into the woods, so I followed them.  When I found them they had both
pulled their shorts and underwear down and he was starting to push his dick
into her."

"Davon, that's enough" he said.  "I don't want to hear it."

"This time I admit I was aggressive" I said, ignoring him.  "But they were
white kids, a cute teenage couple and they really got me all hot and
bothered, so I stripped down to the buff and walked over to them.  `Well,
what have we here?' I said.  They both looked up at me in shock, and when
they saw my huge muscled frame and my enormous prong sticking out in all
its' ten inch glory they were shocked even more."

"Davon, stop" Taylor said.  Amazingly enough, he still wouldn't look at me.
He was staring down at the papers on the table.  I had stood up to better
describe the event and had put one hand down into my crotch, playing with
myself so he'd notice.

"So, I just yanked his pants off, climbed on top of him and spread his
legs, and pushed in.  I'd spit on my prick a couple times but his ass was
still a tight fit, so he really let out a howl and started to squirm.  I
put my muscled arm around his neck and started squeezing as I pushed my
prick in deeper."

"Davon..."

"When the girl tried to get away I grabbed her by the hair and jerked her
back." I said without even hesitating.  "So there I was, strangling him,
yanking on her hair, both of them screaming bloody murder, as I fucked the
bejesus out of him. You cannot imagine how exciting that was.  Total
delirium."

"Davon" he shouted.  "Stop it, stop it, stop it."

"Okay, okay, Ezekiel, I'll stop" I laughed.  "I just wanted to tell you
that they were really uncooperative, which was annoying as hell because I
was just a young kid having a little fun.  I mean, shit, I didn't really
hurt them much, not that you'd notice.  But the girl kicked me in the
balls, and even though it was her bare foot it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch
and really pissed me off.  So after I fucked their brains out, I pissed on
them.  It was an incredible experience.  It was amazing, and I wanted you
to know what an incredibly enlightening experience it was for me at that
young age.  I loved doing it."

"That's just enough" he said.  "I'm sorry I called you Davon, Mr. White,
but we must be formal here.  You're Mr. White and I'm Dr. Taylor."

"Sure, Dr. Taylor" I said, sitting back down at the table.  "Do you think
it be easier for us to talk if you were on this side of the table next to
me?"

"What?  Ahhh... I don't think so.  No."

"Sure it would" I said.  "You right here next to me, we could get all cozy
and friendly like."

"Mr. White, you must stop..."

"Come over here, Ezekiel" I said firmly, interrupting him.  "Bring your
chair around here."

"Mr. White, you're getting very aggressive."

"You don't know the half of it" I said as I got up and walked around the
table.  Pulling his chair back, I grabbed it with him still on it, and
carried it around to my side of the table.  "That's better" I said as I sat
him down right next to my chair.  He was so shocked that he didn't even
offer any resistance but he did start sputtering.

"Mr. White.  No.  Stop it. Don't, don't" he sputtered.

"This is definitely better, Ezekiel" I said as I sat down, put my arm
around his shoulders, and pulled him into a hug.

"Davon, I'm going to get the guard."

"No you're not" I said as I grabbed the back of his head, turned him
towards me and started kissing him.  Holding his head tight I kissed him
with deep spit exchanging kisses, literally taking his breath away.  He
tried to mumble something but I wouldn't let up.  With my other hand I
grabbed him by the wrist and jammed his hand down inside my coveralls
forcing him to feel my enormous, fully hard donkey dick.

"It'd be better if you kissed me back" I said as I momentarily let him up
for breath.

"Please, Davon.  Please don't do this" he whimpered and I saw he had tears
in his eyes.

"You're going to love it, babe" I answered and kept forcing him to grope my
dick as I went back to the kiss.  There was a long period of silence in the
room, except for soft kissing sounds.  I was kissing him aggressively,
forcing my tongue into his mouth until he finally started to kiss me back.
Yes, it took a while but he was actually kissing me back.  Hell, I knew all
the time he was turned on to me.  Frightened and apprehensive yes, but
still turned on.

This went on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, and at one point I let go of
his hand but he kept playing with my prick on his own.  Eventually, I
pulled away from the kiss and started stripping him.

"Please, Davon, don't do this" he whimpered as I unbuttoned his shirt and
pulled it off.  He was crying softly as he said it.

"It's okay, honey" I whispered softly into his ear.  "It's okay.  You now
Davon's, honey.  You mine."  I undid his belt and pants, and pulling him to
his feet, pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles.

"No, Davon, no" he blubbered, crying more now.

"Don't you worry, honey.  I'll go easy.  I've got a big prick so it's going
to hurt some, but I'll go easy.  First time is hard, but next time will be
better."  Leading him to the end of the table as he kept sobbing, I bent
him over it on his belly and pushed his legs apart.  Pushing my coveralls
back over my shoulders I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of
them.  I flexed my enormous arms and grinned as I looked down at this
little man preparing to feed him my enormous black dick.  Pressing against
his butt and bending over him, I grabbed some hair, lifted his head and
gave his ear a lick.  "It's gonna be good, honey.  You gonna get fucked by
superstud Davon White."

He was sobbing softly but uncontrollably as I spread the cream I'd sneaked
in, into his crack and onto my big ramrod.  I worked his butt for a few
minutes, getting a couple fingers in his hole, loosening him up as he just
lay there whimpering softly but offering no resistance.  Then, holding him
by the shoulders and taking careful aim, I slowly but firmly pushed into
his tiny pucker.

"Davon, Davon" he mumbled through his crying.

"It's okay, baby" I said.  "Just relax.  Open up and let me in.  Come on,
baby, take Davon's big dick."  Putting my hand over his mouth just in case,
I kept pushing until I felt the monstrous head of my prick pop into his
tight hole.  "Yeah, baby.  Your ass was just made for Davon's dick.  Shit,
yeah."  I was not going to pound it to him because, as much as possible, I
wanted this to be good for him.  I mean, I'd conquered him and I wanted him
to stay conquered.  Besides, a slow easy fuck can be really nice sometimes,
just for variety.

So I fucked him.  On and on and on and on I fucked him, for over half an
hour whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

`Hot ass baby; real sweet, honey; ain't no stud like Davon, baby; my big
pecker loves your ass, baby; sweet, baby, sweet; you giving your ass to a
god, baby; your ass is mine, honey" and on and on and on.

Always going slow and easy, gradually going deeper and deeper, it was a
good ten minutes or more before I got all ten inches of my prick into him.
He cried softly on and on, which eventually turned to soft whimpering.
  I took my hand off his mouth early on because he was taking it very well,
whimpering and crying the whole time, but doing it very softly.

After a good half hour of exquisite pleasure I started to pick up the speed
and let the heat buildup in my balls as my prick kept forcing its' way into
his tight little hole.  It was heavenly.  Partly because he was a virgin,
and I love taking virgins, but mostly because he was the psychologist who
was supposed to be changing my behavior.
 Yeah, him changing my behavior, what a laugh.  In all truth, he never
stood a chance, because from the first time I saw him, I knew it was just a
matter of time before I was going to have him bent over this table taking
my big schlong.

Speeding up just slightly, I felt the heat begin to build up.  I closed my
eyes and pictured Craig in my mind, the enormous muscled guard from
`Baltimore City', imagining him under me taking my big dick up his muscled
ass.  Skinny little be-speckled runts like Ezekiel didn't do it for me, but
gorgeous muscle stud Craig got me hot in an instant.  I get really crazy
when I reach my peak so I slammed into his ass, probably mashing his little
dick into the table, and reaching up, grabbing a handful of hair,I slammed
into him again as hard as I could, actually moving the table.

"Ohhh shhhiiit, Craig" I screamed.  "Ohhh shhhiiit."  My big dick firing
time after time into this tight ass was heavenly, a world of difference
from a hand job.

After I began to calm down, I bent over him and just licked his ear for a
bit.  He was still crying, but probably more from the situation than from
the pain.  Oh, he'd be sore for a couple days, and he'd never forget that
he'd had Davon White's monster prick up his ass, but he was probably more
embarrassed than hurt.

Very gently, I pulled my softening prick out of his ass and pulled him up
to his feet.  Reaching down, I grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled
them up, and reaching around him zipped them up and fastened his belt.
Putting my hand under his legs, I lifted him into my arms and carried him
away from the table and lay him down on the floor on the thick rug.  Lying
down beside him I leaned over and started giving him gentle kisses on his
face, everywhere except his lips.

"Nobody's done this to me before," he sobbed.

"I know baby, I know" I said softly as I removed his glasses and continued
kissing his face: his cheek, his nose, his eyes, his forehead, kissing on
and on.  "But it was good for me, honey.  Real good.  And I know it was
good for you too.  Wasn't it?"

"It hurt, Davon.  It really hurt."

"I know, baby.  I know" I said softly as I moved my kisses to his neck and
now started petting his hair as well.  "But sometimes a little pain is
good.  What you gave to me today is something wonderful.  Something really
special.  Giving up a little pain to me, Davon White, shows a true
understanding and respect for me.  I appreciate it more than you can
imagine and I love you for it."

"Mmmm" he murmured, a sound coming from the back of his throat.

"You do understand don't you, that it's okay to respect me?  Huh?" I said
as I raised my head and looked him in the face.  "Sure I'm a dominant stud,
a beefcake, a real man's man, and I've got these manly needs that are
sometimes overwhelming, but that's just who I am.  You can't change that,
and neither can I.  Do you understand that?"

"I... I... I think so, Davon, I think so" he mumbled.

"Kiss me" I said.  Raising his head, he started kissing me and slowly
raised an arm and put it around me.  I let him take control and just
followed his lead as the deep tongue kissing went on and on.  When he
finally pulled back from the kiss I put my arm around his neck and pulled
his face into my chest and started petting his hair again.  We just lay
there for the longest time, me on my back and him on his side with his head
on my chest.  Neither of us said a word, as I hugged him to me and
continued petting his hair.  I felt a couple tears on my chest at first,
but he put his hand on my shoulder after a couple minutes and started
hugging me back, pulling himself in close.  Twice during that time I felt a
feather like touch of his lips as he kissed my chest.  It was real, I
wasn't imagining it.  We were definitely over the hump now because he was
actually starting to show affection.  It was so quiet and so comfortable
that I almost dozed off, and I think he did too.

"Well, I guess we'd better clean up" I said softly as I pulled his face
back away from my chest and gave him a quick kiss.  "I think I've made you
late."

Believe it or not, he actually chuckled.  "Yes, I do believe I'm late" he
said.  I picked up his shirt, helped him put it on, and then buttoned it up
for him.

"That was wonderful, Ezekiel" I said as I climbed into my coveralls.  "I
loved it, and I love you."  Stepping over to him I gave him a big hug and a
final long kiss.

"Mmmmm.  Mmmmmm" was his reply.

Going over to the table, I stacked his papers and handed them to him.  "You
okay with this, hon?  Huh?"

"Yeah, Davon" he said with a sly smile.  "I'm okay."  I was escorted back
to my cell.

Okay, so I'm a contemptuous son-of-s-bitch, but I owned that white
motherfucker now.  Lock, stock and barrel, he was mine.  Just another toy
for me to play with, to do whatever the fuck I wanted with.  And he was the
god damn psychologist.  Not a Deputy Warden, but somebody who was supposed
to be smarter than a Deputy Warden.  But, now you know, ain't nobody can
stand up to Davon White's charms and manipulations.

You think I'm cynical?  Hell, I personify the word.


Author's note: I have extended this story beyond the original plan because
there seemed to be substantial interest.  Still Interested?  Want more
Davon White?  Let me know.  If there is enough interest I'll keep it going.

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