Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2013 06:20:06 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Davon White, Superstud  Chapter 9

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

Davon White, Superstud

Chapter 9

Okay, so I was beginning to get settled into this damn prison in
Hagerstown.  Already, after barely a month I was pretty much the top dog,
at least in this section of the prison.  I'd taken Leeshawn's two stooges
and slapped them around until they saw it was in their best interest to
kiss my ass.  They were both simple thugs and I didn't want them, but it
was better if I kept them close so they couldn't get into mischief
elsewhere.

All the prisoners now gave me space since the word was around that I was
Boss of the `Black Guerrilla Family', and whipping Leeshawn's ass didn't
hurt my reputation any either.  They actually stepped back and sometimes
looked down in respect when I walked by.  Not bad for the first month, heh?

"So, Oman, you're a big, good looking hunk with the muscle to take most
anything you want but you don't have a fuck boy.  Hell, you could take
Jasen's Otto away from him in a minute if you wanted" I said as Omar and
Jasen and I were sitting around a table in the recreation room.

"Don't give him ideas, Boss" Jasen said and we all laughed.  Jasen and Omar
turned out to be good loyal `Family' members and I depended on them to
watch my back.  They were both big muscular studs, but that's all relative
when you see them together.  Jasen was 5'10" and may have weighed one
eighty, one ninety, but Omar was 6'1" and was bigger in every dimension,
probably weighing well over two hundred.

"So, tell me, Omar.  Why don't you have a boy?" I asked.  "I mean, you
don't need to love them.  Just something to stick your dick into.
Something to get your rocks off with."

"Well, this is prison, Boss, in case you hadn't noticed" Omar said with a
laugh.  "Most guys don't have boytoys."

"It's all in the muscle, Omar" I said.  "The muscle and the connections.
You've had the muscle all along and could have had pretty much anybody you
wanted.  And, particularly now that I'm getting established, you can have
whomever you want."

"Well, I'm kinda used to my right hand now, Boss" he said.  "I got a couple
blow jobs a while back but decided that I liked my hand better.  My own
roomie wants it but I ain't having any fat latino on my dick.  Particularly
one who is forty years old."

"I offered to let him use my Otto and he's totally fuckable" Jasen said
"but he wouldn't take me up on it."

"Really?" I said, giving Omar a questioning look.  He looked back at me,
shrugging his shoulders and gave me a `what-the-fuck' look.  And I got a
flash of a glimmer of a possibility of a hint of an idea.

"I don't know, Boss" Omar said.  "It just didn't seem right."

"Come with me, Omar" I said as I got up.  "You and me gotta have a talk.
Jasen, we'll see you later."  I led Omar out of the rec center and back to
my cell.

"What's up, Boss" he said as we sat down on my bunk.

"This is what's up" I said as I took his hand and pressed it to my crotch.

"Ah, Boss" he said, startled.  He tried to pull his hand back but I held on
to it.

"I know what you want, Omar" I said softly.  "I know what you need."

"Ahhh... I don't know, Boss" he said, his voice quivering.

"You need Davon's dick, Omar" I said.  "Now play with it."  I let go of his
hand and he pulled his away.  "I said play with it, Omar" I repeated.  "Get
a good feel of Davon White's big dick."  It took a moment, but then he
hesitantly put his hand back.  "That's it.  Get a good feel of this
motherfuckin dick.  Ain't another one around like it."

"I don't know about this, Boss" he said but he didn't stop groping me as my
prick started to grow.

"I do" I said.  "I know what you need, and I'm going to give it to you.
You gonna get Davon's big meat injection" I said with a chuckle.

"Ahhh..." he started to say.

"Don't say anything more, Omar" I said.  "You know damn well everybody
want's my dick, but you're special because you're part of the `family' so
I'm giving it to you.
  And let me tell you, once you get some of this dick, you ain't never
gonna be able to get enough."  I pushed his hand away from what was now an
enormous bulge in my pants and stood up.  "I make my phone call at 2:30 and
Fred will be acting as my lookout.  Be here at 2:30."

"Ahhh... Boss, please" he said softly.

"Omar, listen" I said.  "I promise it'll be good.  You know how many
members of the `family' have had my dick?"

"Ahhh... lots" he said.

"Yeah, lots.  And I make it special for the `family' and I guarantee you're
going to love it."  Pulling him to his feet I gave him a soft kiss to the
lips.  "I promise" I said.

So, I had my first fuck since I'd been in prison, except, of course, for
Ezekiel, which didn't count.  Omar was a very handsome stud and all muscle
and turned out to be a decent fuck.  He shot his load even before I did
without even touching himself, and was very loving after we were done.  I
fucked him twice and then had to force him to let go of my cock and get
dressed when our time was up.  I wasn't as rough as I like to be, but at
least I got my rocks off.

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At the next meeting with Dr. Taylor, Ezekiel that is, I entered the room
and sat at the table.  He still couldn't look at me but I could tell he was
nervous so I knew exactly what he was feeling.  He was terrified of me, but
he also wanted me.  He wanted me to take him again, to dominate him.  And
like most people when sexual desire gets in the way, his urges were more
powerful than his common sense.  Without saying a word, I smiled at him and
patted the table next to me, indicating that he should come around next to
me.

"Mr. White, ahhh..."

"Shhhh" I whispered shushing him.  "Shhhh."

 "Mr. White, please..."  he started again, but once more I shushed him.

"Shhhh" I whispered.  "Shhhh."  Once again I patted the table next to me,
giving him a big smile.  He kept glancing up from his papers looking at my
hand as I patted the table but he couldn't look at me.

"Davon..." he said and I saw a tear appear in his eye.

"Right here, hon" I whispered so he could barely hear me as I patted the
table.  "Right here."  For another minute or so he just stared at the
papers in front of him and then, very slowly, he got up, picked up his
chair, and carried it around the table and set it next to me.  He was
visibly shaking as he sat down next to me.  Standing up, I shrugged out of
the coveralls and stepped out of them.  As I sat back down I took his hand
and put in on the very impressive lump in my underwear.  "Get me hard,
honey" I said.

"Davon, please" he said.  "I'm the psychologist and we've..."

"Shhh" I said again.  "Don't talk, hon.  You know what we're going to do
here, so let's just do it."  I held my hand on his, forcing him to hold my
prick as it started to grow.

"Davon, listen, listen, listen" he said as he tried to pull his hand away.

"Don't talk, Zeek" I said more firmly.  "I swear I'm gonna have to tape
your mouth.  At least until I'm ready to use it for something else."

"No Davon, you've got to listen first" he said, sounding desperate.  "We've
got to..."

"I'll listen later, honey.  Right now I've got better things to do."

"No, Davon.  Stop..."

"Will you shut up for god's sake?  Just get me hard."

"You've got to listen to me, Davon" he said.

"Oh shit" I said in disgust.  Standing up, I pulled my bikini underwear
down and off, grabbed him by the face with one hand, pushed his head back,
and stuffed the underwear in his mouth.  Then sitting back down I jerked
him off his chair onto his knees.  Pulling one hand behind his back and
holding it there I put his other hand back on my prick.  His eyes got huge
in shock at what I was doing.  He thought he could reason with me, but was
finding out very quickly who was in charge here and who was going to be
calling the shots.

"Play with my fucking dick, damn it" I growled at him.  He was still trying
to pull his hand back as I was holding it against my growing prick.  "Play
with it, god damn it."  He couldn't move his hand since I was holding it
there, but he wasn't doing anything with it either.  So I slugged him,
knocking him over backwards and knocking the chair over.

He yelled, muffled through the shorts, his eyes got even bigger and tears
started dripping down his cheeks as he looked at me in horror.  Hey, I'd
been sweet as sugar with him last time, but that ain't my style and I was
not about to continue babying him.  I owned him, and he was damn well going
to understand what that meant.

"Play with It" I snapped as I grabbed him by the hair and jerked him back
up to his knees.  He was still in shock from me hitting him but sometimes I
got no patience with a submissive who is slow to understand that I'm in
charge.

"Fuckin play with it you stupid little shit" I snarled at him.  He was
still a little groggy from me hitting him but he was also terrified so he
started massaging it gently.  "Yeah.  Do it."  He was trying to look away,
so I let go of his hand and jerked his head around so he had to look at it.

"That's a beautiful prick, Zeek" I said.  "A real beauty, and you're lucky
to be able to get some of it.  Now get your other hand on it.'  I let of
the arm I was holding behind his back.  "Two hands, babe, two hands." Hell,
with ten inches of man meat there's more than enough room for two hands, or
even three.  "Keep your eyes on it, babe.  You need to admire this stud's
big black prick."  He did look at it now, with tears dripping down his
cheeks.

"You promise to keep your mouth shut I'll take the gag out.  Okay?"  He
shook his head yes as the tears streamed down his face.  "Okay, babe" I
said as I pulled my underwear out of his mouth.  "Not a word, and keep
working on my prick."  He seemed to give into the inevitable now as he kept
jerking my fully hard cock.  I just let him play with it for a couple
minutes.

"Okay, baby, kiss it and then I'm going to fuck you.  Kiss it" I said as I
put a hand behind his head and pulled him in.  "Kiss it.  Kiss my big black
dick."

"Davon..." he whispered.

"Kiss it you son-of-a-bitch" I growled.  After a momentary hesitation he
gave it a kiss.  No argument or objection now.

 "Good boy" I said with a big grin.  "Good boy."  Standing back and
grabbing a handful of hair I pulled him to his feet.  Then lifting him in
my arms, I carried him to the end of the table and lay him on it on his
back.  Quickly unbuckling his belt and pants, I jerked them off and then
grabbing his legs and pulling them apart, I pulled him so his butt was at
the very edge of the table.

"You gonna watch me this time, babe.  You gonna watch as Davon White sticks
his big black nigger dick in your sweet little white boy ass."

"Davon, Davon, Davon" he whispered softly.  "Please, Davon."  I spit on my
hand a couple times and rubbed it against his crack.

"Ain't got no cream today, babe, so it's gonna hurt" I said giving him a
grin.  "Just a little spit for lubrication so it'll be really tight for me,
just the way I like it.  Remember this is Davon White fucking you.  You
gonna find out your pain is my pleasure, baby, and I get a whole lot of
pleasure from a really tight ass."

Holding his legs up and almost giving him splits, I took aim and started to
push.  Of course he didn't want to open up because he'd had no prep at all,
but my steel ramrod didn't care, and his ass gradually began to give
against my onslaught.  And he started to scream.

Quick as a whistle I put my hand over his mouth and pulled back.  As his
yell turned to soft sobbing I let go, grabbed my underwear and stuffed them
back into his mouth.  Spitting once more and rubbing it on my rock hard
dong, I put his legs over my shoulders, grabbed his arms, and started my
assault again.  Gently but with determination I started driving my big
monster into him, forcing the little pucker to expand to enormous
proportions to accept my big black donkey dick

He was screaming bloody murder but it didn't bother me now since he was
being muffled by my underwear.  Today he was going to find out that I truly
owned him, and could do any damn thing I wanted to him.  Fucking him with
just a little spit as lubrication was just emphasizing my power and control
over him, and setting him up for my total domination.  Hell yes it was
going to hurt, it was going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I really
didn't give a shit because he needed to find out that being Davon White's
new fuck boy was not an easy proposition, and if I put him through agony
sometimes and enjoyed seeing him suffer while I was fucking him, that was
just the power and mastery that I held over lackeys like him.

I didn't intend to make him a slave, and I was only fucking him for his
benefit, to get him under my control.  For god's sake he was a thin
be-speckled guy of thirty-five or so and that sure as hell wasn't the type
of guy I generally stuck my dick into.

"Oh shit, Zeek, you making my prick happy" I laughed in pleasure as the
head of my big dong popped into his ass.  "So fuckin tight, babe.  My big
dick is a perfect fit between those tight little buns of yours."  I just
held it there for a bit, waiting for his yelling to turn to whimpering, and
then started pushing some more.  It wasn't completely dry, but he started
howling anyway because his ass was definitely trying to deny entry to my
dick as I forced my way into the tight hole.  Yeah, force.  Didn't matter
to me if his ass didn't want to open up because no obstruction was going to
slow down Davon White's power dick and that ass was going to open up no
matter what.  I knew it'd get easier as he loosened up and the spit got
spread around and started rubbing against his prostate, but my greatest
pleasure was right now; right now when he was super tight, those ass
muscles almost crushing my prick but giving me the most incredible feelings
of euphoria as I pushed in, impelling my dick into his almost impossibly
tight little hole..  "Oh, shit yeah" I cried in relish as I stuffed three
or four more inches into him, pretty much oblivious to the noise he was
making and the pain he might be suffering.

I had to keep my voice down but it wasn't easy because the rapturous
feelings from my cock were almost overwhelming.  Now I started to fuck,
pulling out an inch or two and then back in.  It was still pretty hard
going but it was finally beginning to loosen up as I plunged deeper and
deeper.  He was still making a lot of noise and he was obviously crying,
but that was okay by me because I was teaching him a lesson in power and
supremacy.  You can bet after going through the agony of taking my monster
today he'd be the most servile, the most devoted, and the most groveling
son-of-a-bitch on the planet.

This was not going to be as long drawn out fuck today so I kept banging
into him until I finally had all ten inches crammed in.  He was whimpering
and twisting his body and shaking his head back and forth, seemingly in
agony, as I started really slamming into him.  I was getting hot now and
his ass was finally loosening up enough so that I was sliding in and out
with ease.

It's amazing what a really tight ass will do for me, because I was on the
verge of cuming already and I hadn't been at it for even fifteen minutes
yet.  But rather than slowing down and extending the pleasure, I speeded up
the action to reach my peak.  After all, I was doing this more to get Zeek
in the right frame of mind and to teach him what it meant to belong to me,
rather than just for my own pleasure.  I mean, there ain't nothing wrong
with enjoying it if I can, but you don't think I deliberately fuck just any
be-speckled forty year old nerd, do you?  I mean, I have eighteen year old
pretty boys begging for action, so what I'm doing here is almost a chore.

Letting go of his arms and grabbing his shoulders, I rammed into him half a
dozen times and started shooting.

"Oh fuuuccck" I moaned as I fired my first shot into him.  Then, leaning
over him, pushing his legs further in the air and yanking on his shoulders
I slammed into him one final time as I continued shooting my cum deep into
his ass.

"Oh fuuuccck" I said again as I fired the final couple bursts into him.
Skinny runt or not, his ass was one of the tightest little holes I'd ever
stuck my dick into.

Then, finally it was done and I slowly began to get my breath back and calm
down.  I realized I was lying on top of him dripping my sweat onto him and
almost crushing him under my massive body, so I lifted up and let go of his
shoulders.  "Oh, baby, that was good" I said, grinning at him.  He had a
look of total horror on his face and the tears were dripping down his
cheeks more than ever.  "Real good" I said as I gave him a couple love taps
to the cheek.

"It's all over, babe" I said as I pulled my shorts out of his mouth, He
gasped a couple times and then started whimpering as I, very slowly, began
to pull my big dick out of him.  I watched with pleasure as my big sated
black dong slipped slowly, inch by inch out of his lily white butt, and
just as I figured, there was no blood.  Hey, putting a guy through a little
discomfort while I'm getting my jollies is predictable, and it's fun, but
tearing him up is definitely not my thing.

As I stepped back I let his legs down and then pulled him off the table
onto his feet.  He was wobbly at first so I held him for a moment before
pushing him to his knees.  I tossed his glasses onto the table and as I
grabbed my dick with one hand and his hair with the other, I rubbed it all
over his face, smearing my slimy cum and his ass juice on his cheeks, his
nose, and pretty much all over his face.

"That's my cum, babe.  Davon White is anointing you with his semen.  That's
an honor," I said as I laughed.  "Ain't just anybody gets my cum smeared on
their face."  Pulling his head back so he had to look up at me, I couldn't
help but continue laughing as I gave him a big smile.  "A real honor,
babe."

Ezekiel just sat there whimpering softly as I held his chin forcing him to
look up.  And what a vision he had.  My dong was still sticking out, almost
touching his nose, and I was glistening with a layer of sweat covering my
increasable body.  Since I was still breathing hard, my rock hard
abdominals were forming and reforming sharp ridges of muscle, and the
movement in and out of my massive chest and magnificent bulging pectorals
were a sight for him to behold.  Of course he didn't appreciate it but he
was looking up at a phenomenon, a demigod.  And forced to look up into my
eyes, he saw an exquisitely handsome light skinned black male with an
enormous smile on his face.  Hell, I almost envied him being allowed to
serve and worship and lust over me, a perfect god.  I'd worship me in a
minute if I was in his shoes.

"That was hot, honey.  Hot ass for Davon's prick" I said laughing in his
face.  "I know it hurt a little, babe, but that's what it takes to be
Davon's fuck boy.  You gotta take what Davon gives you."

"Ahhh... Davon..." he started to say.

"It won't hurt as much next time, hon.  I promise" I said.  "But you do
want this dick again, don't you?  You want Davon's big nigger dick up your
ass once more.  Don't you?"

"Ahhh,.. I... I... Davon..." he whimpered

"Go on, say it" I grinned at him.  "Tell me you want this big black stud to
dominate you and stick his big pecker back up your ass.  Say it."

"Davon... I... I can't... I don't..." he whimpered.

"Shit, yes, you want it again.  I know that.  Little man like you, you
gotta love being studded by a hunk like me" I said, still grinning
brightly.  "Next week you bring some nice greasy hand crème along with
you and this big boner will slide in so smooth you'll think you're in
heaven."

"Please, Davon" he said, evidently beginning to recover from the pain.  "I
can't..."

"Probably better you don't tell nobody" I said, completely ignoring him as
I got into my coveralls.  "I know there's guys out there brag about how
they were able to take my dick.  Yeah, really.  They brag about it" I
laughed.  "But maybe we should just keep this between ourselves.  I don't
know, you might be embarrassed or something."  Pulling him to his feet, I
gave him a long hard kiss, the first one today.

"Mmmm" he murmured as I tried to stick my tongue down his throat.  "Mmmmm."

"You gave my dick a real good time, hon.  See you next Tuesday" I said as I
gave him a friendly slap to the ass and walked out.

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So, I now owned Ezekiel, the psychologist and four of the guards were on my
payroll.  Actually five now, or almost five.  I mean, I'd been sweet
talking this other guard, a great big gorgeous hunk of muscle named
Bradford, not Brad but Bradford, who reminded me of Craig at `Baltimore
City'.  Craig was white and Bradford was black but they both had enormous
bodies that were to die for.  Craig had been a completive bodybuilder, had
been totally enamored by my big dick, and had been a great fuck.  And while
Bradford seemed to be a body beautiful type as well, it looked like he had
one healthy piece of meat down there where it counted, unlike Craig who
only had about five inches.  He was so fucking hot that I was going to bust
my balls trying to get it on with him, but he was obviously going to be a
tougher nut to crack that Craig was.

The best thing about Bradford was that he was a guard in the `young men's'
wing so he might be able to get me some kind of access.  And besides, it
was clear from the sly comments he made and the twinkle in his eye when we
talked about those kids, that he was fucking some of them.  With the body
and looks of a Hercules there was no doubt those boys were lining up for
him looking for action.

"What do you mean they're all teases?" I asked him one day.

"Well they're just kids, Davon, and you know how horny kids can be."

"Well, yeah, sure" I said.  "But they make a play for you?"

"Oh, hell, they tease the female guards as well, but look at me.  I'm the
hottest stud in the valley and as butch as they come.  You wouldn't believe
the way they wiggle their cute little asses when I come by" he laughed.
"And I play along.  I'll sometimes reach through the bars and give their
little butts a squeeze and a slap, and maybe stick a finger up their crack.
But then I remind them I'm the guard."

"Yeah, a guard with benefits, I'll bet" I said laughing along with him.  He
just laughed and didn't say anything, but it was clear to me that he was
helping himself to some of those benefits.

"What do you know about that kid, Angel?"

`You've noticed him hey?  He's a pretty one, but he's one tough
son-of-a-bitch, a real nasty motherfucker. He told us his name was Butch
but the paperwork said Angel.  But he also told us he was twenty-four but
he's obviously barely eighteen.  He's a total liar and we're even having
trouble getting him a cellmate because nobody can stand to be with him and
he tends to kick the shit out of anybody smaller than him."

"Maybe he needs a mentor?" I said sweetly.  "Probably just needs some
strict discipline."

"You offering?" he said with a grin.

"Hell, yes" I said.  "I've straightened out a lot of kids with really bad
attitudes.  Hell, that's my specialty."

"I'll take that under advisement" he laughed as he started walking away.

"Wait a minute, Bradford.  What do you mean `under advisement'?"  He
laughed and turned back.

"You must read minds, Davon" he laughed.  "The Deputy Warden told me to
take charge and straighten that kid out and I've been working at it.  I
mean, I could break him in half with one hand, but as a guard, I don't dare
touch him, or hardly anyway.  I've explained that he's in that `youth wing'
for his own protection, but he's so ornery that he thinks he can take on
the whole world."

"Well, I ain't a guard so I can touch him.  Oh yeah, I can touch him" I
said with a grin.

Vince grinned right along with me.  "You want to give it a try?"

"You mean that?" I asked with surprise.  Getting the most beautiful kid in
the prison in my clutches couldn't possibly be this easy.  "You want me to
straighten him out?"

"If you're willing, we might consider it.  In fact I'll hold on to the
little son-of-a-bitch while you work him over."

"I'll bet you want to hold him down, hot kid like that.  I'll bet you do" I
laughed.  "But, hey, I've handled dozens like him, so I won't need any
help" I laughed.  "But if I straighten him out, he belongs to me.  You
gotta let me keep him."

"So that's your game" Bradford grinned at me.  "Hell, I got no problem with
that, but I doubt the powers-that-be would go for it.  I'll check it out."

"Hey, I ain't selfish" I said.  "I'm willing to share."

"I'll keep that in mind" he said with a sly grin.  Oh yeah, I'd like to
share, I thought to myself.  I've got something between my legs I'd like to
share.

"So, set it up" I said.  "I'm ready."

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It wasn't going to help Ezekiel any that I came to my next appointment in a
lousy mood.  I'd talked to Bradford a couple times but he didn't seem to be
doing anything about that Angel kid, and I was royally pissed about not
having a fuck boy.  This was the longest time since I was a kid myself that
I didn't have a fuck boy of my own, almost three months now.  When I get
this ornery, people who know me get out of the way because I can be a loose
cannon.

 "What are you doing over there?" I growled at Ezekiel as I shut the door
of the counseling room.  "Put those damn papers away."  Ezekiel was sitting
behind the table with the papers spread in front of him pretending that
this was going to be just another counseling session.  "And move that
fucking chair around to this side of the table."

"Mr. White..."

"Shut the fuck up and do what you're told" I snapped.  I just stood there
with my arms folded over my massive chest frowning at him.  And damned if
tears didn't appear in his eyes again.  The guy was humiliated that I had
this power over him but he simply didn't know what he could do about it.
He didn't know how to deal with my aggressive behavior.  He sniffled a
couple times as he stacked the papers and put them back in the folder.

Ezekiel glanced up at me and saw that I was just standing there glaring at
him, so he stood up and carried his chair around to my side of the table.
Then he just stood there looking at the floor.  What a fucking gutless
piece of shit.  And the asshole still couldn't look at me.

"Take those nerdy goddamn glasses off and get over here" I growled.  He
hesitantly put his glasses down and walked over to me, his eyes focused on
the middle of my chest.  "Remove my shoes" I ordered him.  With only the
slightest hesitation, he got down on his knees and removed my shoes.  "Now
these coveralls" I said as I pushed them off my shoulders allowing them to
fall to my waist.  Ezekiel tugged them down over my massive thighs and I
stepped out of them.

"Now my bikini" I said.  "Get my prick out in the air."  Then he looked up
at me, but only for a second, and then grabbed my white bikinis and pulled
them down and off.

"You can look at it" I said, but he continued looking down at the floor.
"I said look at it, you little fuck" I growled.  He raised his face,
startled at my command, and looked at my almost fully hard dick.
Humiliating a guy like this is really hot, so of course I was almost hard.
"Tell me this black dick is beautiful" I ordered.  "Tell me."

"Ahhh... Davon...  Please" he said softly, and I could actually hear him
sobbing.  I slapped him, knocking his head to the side.

"Tell me this nigger dick is beautiful" I repeated glaring down at him.
Hey, I don't necessarily think I'm a monster, but when I'm pissed, watch
out.  Besides, I needed a fuck and I needed some entertainment, and the
fact is, this kind of shit really turns me on.  I mean, kicking the crap
out of a guy and forcing him to service me is one thing, but getting a
educated guy like Ezekiel, not some immature little punk, completely under
my control, totally subservient and obedient to my every whim without
kicking his ass, was really hot.

"Speak up, damn it" I growled.

"Davon..." he cried.

"You've got five seconds" I snarled "and then I'm going to tear you a new
ass hole."

"Okay, okay" he responded.  "It's beautiful, Davon.  Your cock is
beautiful."

"Better" I said.  "Now get your fucking clothes off.  Strip.  I'm ready to
fuck."  It seemed to have finally sunk into him that he had no choice but
to submit to my demands.  He had hoped for some compassion from me but now
realized he was not going to get it.  Without a word he went back to the
table, sat down and removed his shoes and socks, his shirt and tie and his
trousers.  "Leave the underwear on" I said.  "I don't want to have to look
at that shriveled up white worm of yours."

Now, for the first time, I moved away from the door and walked over to him.
Grabbing a handful of hair, I jerked his head to the side, and grabbing his
chin with the other hand I yanked him up on his tiptoes, just inches from
my face.  "Do we have an understanding here now Zeek?  Yes?"

"Yes" he croaked, total terror showing in his face.

"Sir" I said.

His eyes got even wider as he said "Yes, sir."

"Put that tie back around your neck" I ordered as I let him loose.  "Give
me something to hold on to when I fuck you."

"Davon, please" he sobbed as he picked up the tie.

"You speak again without my permission you're going to end up short a
couple teeth" I growled as I slapped him.  His face jerked to the right
from the slap, so I grabbed his hair again and pulled him back up into my
face.  "Got that you little shit" I growled.  "Shake your fuckin head."

He shook his head yes.

"You bring that cream with you?" I asked.  He nodded his head.  "Well you'd
better get it out damn quick because I ain't going to wait."  He went over
to his briefcase and pulled out a tube of cream, but looked back, not quite
knowing what to do with it.  "Stick some up your ass, you dumb shit, and
then get over here and grease up my prick."

And what an imbecile.  He was actually standing there thinking about it
because he was embarrassed to grease up his ass in front of me, when he
knew I was going to be fucking him any minute.

"You got about fifteen seconds, ass hole, and then this prick is going up
your chute dry.  Get with it."  Now he seemed to come to his senses as he
squeezed out some crème and bending over, reached back, sticking his
hand inside his underwear and gingerly rubbed it into his crack.  "You'd
better practice this at home before next time, or this big prick of mine is
going to tear you up" I said.  Grabbing him by the neck and pushing his
head down, forcing him to bend over, I gave him a hefty slap to the ass.
Then I grabbed his underwear, ripped them apart baring his butt, squeezed
out a big glob of cream and rubbed it into his crack.  Then sticking a
finger in, I finger fucked him a couple times, not trying to be gentle Then
jerking him up with my hold on his neck, I pushed that finger into his
mouth.  "You got your god damn cream on my finger" I snapped at him.
"Clean it off."  He actually looked up at my face this time, and could see
my terrible anger.  I could see total terror in his eyes as he sucked on my
finger.

"Now go get my fucking underwear" I ordered him as I let go of his neck.
He went over to the door, got them and brought them back.  "Put them in
your mouth."  He looked at me with such a sorrowful look on his face that
if I had been in the mood it would have been almost funny, but he was way,
way past any defiance at this point, so he stuffed them in his mouth as
ordered.  He was sobbing aloud now, but muffled by my bikini.

"Get that cream and get my dick ready" I said.  He picked up the tube and
actually looked up at me, as if to ask: what next?  I slapped him again and
watched his eyes get really big as I grabbed his hair and pushed him down
to his knees.  "Grease it up you little fuck" I growled.  He continued to
sob and the tears continued dripping but he did what he was told, squeezing
some cream onto his hand and rubbing it up and down my rock hard ten
inches.

"Tell me it's beautiful" I said as I pulled my bikini out of his mouth and
grabbed his hair.

"It's beautiful" he cried, sobbing aloud.

"Tell me it's gorgeous" I growled at him giving his hair a jerk.

"It's gorgeous, Davon" he cried.

"Tell me you love Davon's big nigger dick" I ordered giving his hair
another jerk.

"Ahhh... Davon..." he mumbled.

"Say it the way I said it" I growled at him giving his hair another jerk.

"I... I... love your nigger dick, Davon" he said, crying even more now.  I
was actually beginning to cool down from my intense anger but I was doing
what I love doing, totally controlling and humiliating another human being
in preparation for some hot cock action.  I mean, next to kicking the shit
out of some uppity teenager, subjugating a wimp and preparing a hole for my
cock was my absolutely favorite sport.  Having a cringing little asshole, a
white asshole, on his knees at my feet almost begging me to hurt him was
like an elixir to me.  Total power, baby.

Holding his hair with one hand and my dick with the other I rubbed the tip
against his lips.  "Kiss it Zeek" I said.  "Kiss that beautiful dick.  Just
the tip.  Kiss it."  Of course he gave it a kiss.  "Do it again, and let me
hear it.  Nice big wet kiss."  Following instructions, he gave it a big
smack.  "Good boy.  My dick likes that.  Now thank me."

He gave me a questioning look but didn't even blink.  "Thank you, Davon."

Pulling up on his hair forcing him to his feet, I lifted him up in my arms
and carried him to the end of the table and put him down on his back.  "Put
this back in your mouth" I ordered him as I handed him my underwear.  He
was still weeping as he stuffed it in, but at least it was muffled.

Putting his legs on my shoulders and taking aim with my big prick, I
pushed.  He was greased up, but I hadn't really prepped his hole, but I
just kept pushing and my gargantuan prick forced its' way in.  His eyes got
big and I think he may have been howling but I loved the feeling as I
pushed my way in.  Shit, I loved a tight ass, even on skinny old guys.  I
gave a good shove and forced all ten inches deep into his butt.

I just held it there for a bit just barely moving, enjoying the feeling of
my balls jammed up tight against his cheeks. "Oh, baby" I said.  "The third
time is magic.  Your ass is still pretty damn tight."  Then I pulled
completely out of him, took aim again, and slammed all ten inches into him
in one shot.  "Oh fuck" I moaned in pleasure.

Grabbing him by the neck with one big paw, I pulled him up off the table so
he was impaled on my steel hard dick and his legs were sticking straight
up.  "I'm going to remove my bikini, baby" I said.  "You hear me?" I said
giving his whole body a violent jerk as I put my arm around him and held
him there.  "You hear me?"  Still crying, tears streaming down his face,
mostly just in shock, he nodded his head.  I jerked the underwear out of
his mouth.

"Put your arms around me, baby.  Give your muscle master a big hug."  He
obeyed and put his arms around me.  He was so much shorter than me that
even impaled on my dick as he was, his head barely reached above my chin.
I pulled his face into my chest.  "Kiss my chest, baby.  Worship those big
pecs while I fuck you."  With one arm around him and the other holding his
neck and bending my knees slightly, I pulled half a dozen inches of my dick
out of his ass and slowly pushed it back in.

"Don't make me mad now, baby.  I told you to kiss my chest."  As I stepped
away from the table he started to kiss my bulging pecs.  "That's it, baby"
I laughed in elation.  "Now slobber on `em, kiss `em, worship those big
slabs of muscle."  I started walking around the room with him riding on my
steel dick, sometimes pulling my dick out and pushing back in, and other
times lifting him up and allowing him to slide back down, his ass
swallowing my dick with ease as he hugged me and continued kissing and
licking my massive muscled chest.

I was completely calmed down now.  It's amazing what a tight hole will do
to calm a violent temper.  I no longer wanted to just hurt him, I now
wanted this feeling of total omnipotence and power and complete superiority
over him to continue endlessly.  I mean, as far as I was concerned,
Ezekiel's sole purpose of being on this planet was leading up to this day
and this hour so he could give Davon White's hot prick some of the most
exquisite pleasure he'd had in days.

But all good things must come to an end, so I dropped him back on the
table, slammed it to him only twice, and started spewing my hot juice into
his ass.

"Ohhh shit, baby" I moaned as I fired shot after shot "you are good."
Skinny old nerd or no, he'd given me what I needed, some hot cock action to
calm me down and get my libido back in sink.

This was actually rather a memorable event for me because I discovered
something about myself; that lack of sex really stressed me out, but a good
fuck could snap me right back onto an even keel.  Even fucking a skinny
nerd who was too old for me did the trick.  But I suppose dominating and
abusing him as well as fucking him had something to do with it, but
whatever it was, I left that room feeling one hundred percent better and
whistled all the way back to my cell.

Of course, you can probably guess what happened.  Ezekiel resigned that
very afternoon and I never saw him again.  Damn shame because terrorizing a
wimp like him was a nice break from the normal boring humdrum life in
prison and I still had some more ideas of how he could have entertained me.

But I'm very well aware that I fucked up.  Since he was already under my
control and had actually seemed to be warming up to me, it would have been
easy to get him to run errands and stuff and as the psychologist he would
probably have been a better catch than a guard as far as deliveries were
concerned.  And now I didn't have an outlet for my anger any more either.
I needed to get a replacement for him right away.

Yeah, a replacement.  I mean, ain't no doubt I'm a fuckin God and It's my
prerogative to use and exploit those around me if I want, so those I pick
to amuse me are damn lucky and privileged to be picked.  I fuckin know
that, and make damn sure they know it too.

The feeling of power when I've got one hundred percent control of another
human being is electrifying, completely mind blowing, but, I have to admit,
that power has sometimes gotten away from me.  They say; `power corrupts
and absolute power corrupts absolutely'.  I'm afraid that is what happened
with my domination of Ezekiel.  I was so caught up in the incredible
elation of that dominance that I may have let it go to my head.  Of course
it wasn't necessary to treat Ezekiel like total shit the way I did, but, I
have to say, I had one hell of a good time doing it.

So, I definitely needed a replacement for Ezekiel.

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"Damn it, Bradford" I said in disgust, "it's been what, three weeks?
What's happening with that Angel kid?"

"Sorry, Davon, but it ain't gonna happen" Bradford said.  "We can't bring
him in here and you can't go in where he is.  The Deputy was pretty much
okay on the idea originally, but I'm afraid you'll just have to forget it."
`Forget it' I wanted to scream.  My dick had been hard for weeks now just
thinking about that kid.

"Shit, Bradford" I said in desperation.  "There's got to be a way.  How
about the gym, or maybe the equipment room?"

"Not possible, Davon" he answered.  "You know we're in there every day."

"How about the store room then?  You're only in there when we're planning a
boxing match or a wrestling match?"

"Sorry, Davon, but that room is full.  The wrestling mats and all the
boxing equipment takes up a lot of space."

"How about moving that stuff out, just for two days.  I can assure you
it'll only take two days."

"The Deputy would never go for it, Davon" he said.  "I know he wouldn't."

"Don't tell him then" I said.  "What he don't know ain't gonna hurt him.
If he finds out you just tell him this was the best option to straighten
the kid out.  Come on, Bradford, you gotta do this."

"Well, maybe we can do that.  Let me think on it.  I'll check it out and
let you know."

"Okay" I answered.  "By the way, Bradford, how big is your dick?"

"What?" he asked completely stunned.

"You walk around here with that big lump showing in your pants" I said
grinning at him.  "Just how big is that thing?"

"Shit, Davon.  Nobody shows as much dick as you do.  Fred tells me that big
snake of yours never seems to get soft, and I can see for myself it
stretches half way down your leg."

"So Fred's noticed, heh, and you have too." I said with a laugh.  "But it's
soft right now, Bradford" I said as I groped myself.  "Fred ain't never
seen it hard, and neither have you."

"I'll take your word for it that it gets bigger when it's hard, Davon" he
laughed.

"I'll be glad to show you, Bradford.  Maybe we should compare."

"I know a losing cause when I see one" he said with a laugh.  "I'm
satisfied with my eight and a half inches, Davon.  I don't need a monster
like yours."

"Eight and a half is good" I said with a smirk, "but you need to see what
ten inches looks like.  I'd be glad to show you.  Yeah, I'd be more than
happy to show you, up real close."

"Thanks, but no thanks, Davon.  I'll just admire it from a distance"
Bradford laughed.  "Besides, you might scare me to death."

"No, I don't think so" I said with a leer "but think it'd turn you on.  I'm
sure it'd turn you on."


"I'll take that under advisement, Davon" he said as he walked away.

So, he'd admire it from a distance, would he?  Not sure what he meant, but
I liked the sound of it.

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So there I was.  No fuck boy, no Ezekiel.  Only Omar.  I did fuck Omar
several times, but I needed a hole to stick my dick into on a regular
basis; four or five times a day.  And besides, Omar was a big guy, well
over two hundred pounds.  Okay, so I love fucking big guys.  Actually I
love dominating them.  I mean, there really ain't nothing like taking a big
hunk of muscle, as big as, or even bigger than me, and turning him into my
pussy boy.

But what I really needed on a permanent basis was a young boytoy.  And when
I say toy, I mean toy.  Somebody young and innocent who I can mold to my
needs.  Somebody with a pretty face and a muscular body, but also on the
small side, maybe 5'7" or 5'8" and from 150 to 175 pounds.  Somebody I can
train to be a perfect slave, willing and eager to crawl for me and submit
to my every need and desire, and any perverted compulsion that I might come
up with.  Someone who I can generally just toss around and have fun playing
with.  Somebody with a trained throat and a tight ass and an enthusiastic
tongue to give me all the action I can handle; a boytoy.

But now.  Now.  Hell, there's nothing worse than using your right hand when
there are pretty mouths and hot asses all around just waiting to be
plugged, but just out of reach.  I was getting desperate and Bradford was
not being much help.  Hell, the overweight Latino guy two cells down who
was drooling over me all the time was almost beginning to look good.  I
mean, a blow job is a blow job, right?

Wrong.  I need a pretty face to stick my prick into.  I mean, there ain't
nothing that makes my prick wilt faster than looking down and seeing it
plowing into some creepy looking guy's face.

So I was feeling pretty damn sorry for myself until one day when Omar,
Jasen and I were sitting at a table in the rec room.  I saw a vision.  A
mirage?  An illusion?  What I saw was the most beautiful kid I'd ever seen,
an absolutely astonishingly gorgeous kid, a superbly perfect human male
animal enter the room.  Enough superlatives?  I was actually stunned as
this ravishing creature walked through the rec room with the warden.

As soon as I get a chance I'll tell you all about it.







Authors note: Okay, so there's more Davon to come.  Mr. Ravishing Beauty is
up next and we'll see where it goes from there.  Bradford and Angel are in
the wings waiting for some action.  However, I do need feedback.  I need to
know that you are following this story and would like some more.  I need to
know it's worth my while to write it.  So, drop a quick e-mail and let me
know.

Duane (aka: Gladiatorkid)



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