Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 16:25:30 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'm an Adonis

I'm an Adonis.  No kidding, I'm really an Adonis.  I know Adonis was some
Greek guy, a god or something, who was supposed to be the most beautiful
dude in the world.  Yeah I know all that, and I also know that that's me.
And I ain't even exaggerating neither because everybody just swoons when
they see me.  And I mean everybody.  Hell, its only luck that I haven't
given somebody a heart attack yet.  I'm not sure if beautiful is the
correct word to describe me, but handsome doesn't really do me justice.
Maybe stunning might be a better description since beautiful is usually
used for someone feminine and there sure's hell ain't nothin feminine about
me.

So I'm stunning.  I've got a face to die for and a physique that you
wouldn't believe.  Actually, I think I was muscular when my mom popped me
out of the oven because I always had nice bulges in all the right places.
Even as a kid I had really nice definition and once I discovered weight
training when I was twelve and started working out, I pumped up almost
overnight, with incredible mounds of muscle and cuts that are beyond
belief.  So with a body like Hercules and a face like Adonis, what else can
I be but a god?  A perfect body with a face to match makes for one hell of
a gorgeous package.  Anybody who sees my body, (once they're able to drag
their eyes away from my dazzling face that is), is instantly in awe of my
incredibly muscular build.  I'm one of those guys who they say `his muscles
have muscles'.

Now don't give me any crap about that other Greek guy, the one named
Narcissus.  I know all about him too.  He fell in love with his reflection
in the water and turned into a flower or some such shit because every time
he tried to reach that gorgeous image it went away.  I admit I've got quite
a setup of mirrors in my bedroom.  When I open my closet doors I've got
mirrors on three sides and I've got one of those full length mirrors on
wheels that you can move around, so I can see every inch of my body.  And I
admit I spend time every day, morning, noon and night looking in those
mirrors, but hell, you'd do it too if you looked like me.  But I ain't no
Narcissus.  Hell yes I love the way I look and I jerk off in front of those
mirrors all the time.  But what totally turns me on is the look on other
people's faces when the see me.  Seeing a really good looking kid my age
with his mouth hanging open in amazement at my spectacular image is like a
shot of testosterone shooting through my body.  Knowing that I can have
most anybody and having them literally begging to be allowed to even look
at my kisser is like nothing you can imagine.

So I'm a little arrogant and a little vain and perhaps a little spoiled.
People generally fall in love with me at first sight, so I dominate and
control everybody around me without even trying.  People just automatically
kowtow to me.  At school I can do no wrong because all the teachers are in
love with me; both the men and the women.  And the students: male or
female; a smile and maybe a wink from me causes them to cream their panties
right on the spot.  In fact, once their eyes pop back into their heads,
they're almost willing to drop to their knees and kiss my feet in
supplication.

Although the boys are instantly jealous and in awe of me, there is also the
fear factor.  As big as I am I can be pretty damn intimidating so the boys
are either terrified of me and keep out of my way, or they are brown-nosed
ass-kissers and will do anything just to have me notice them.  I'm sure
you've seen examples of a boy carrying his girlfriend's school books?
Well, don't laugh, but you should see the number of boys who literally beg
me to let them carry my books and do all kinds of other shit for me.  And I
can really come up with some shit for them to do.

So you think I'm arrogant?  Well maybe.  But hell, if absolutely everybody
around you constantly kissed your ass, drooled over your body, and begged
to be noticed, you'd be arrogant too.

Of course I'm always surrounded by girls literally climbing all over each
other trying to get my attention, but I do my best to keep them at arm's
length since they don't interest me in the least.  As you may have already
guessed, I'm into boys.

Now I want to tell you about the kid who moved in next door.  You won't
believe the story I'd got to tell you about us getting into a pissing
contest.  You won't believe it but it's true.

But wait.  I can't get into that yet.  Before we get to that I gotta tell
you about Terry, the guy who was my number one cocksucker.  I'll get around
to the kid next door later.

Terry transferred into our school last year from some private school
somewhere and he thought he was king shit.  He pissed me off from day one
strutting around like peacock and acting like he owned the place.  Okay, so
I have to admit he was good looking and very muscular and all the girls
were wild for him.  And he also played football and our school was football
crazy.  And he was the quarterback for God's sake.

Even as muscular and powerful as I am, I'm not into football.  I hate team
sports.  But I'm one hell of a wrestler.  My individual muscle power up
against some wimp who thinks he might have a chance against me.  That's
what I like; my Samson-like strength up against all comers.  The only
problem with high school wrestling is that the rules don't allow me to
introduce my opponents to real pain and force them to do anything I want
them to do.  I want the guy to have to pay a penalty when I whip his ass.
I want to put them through so much pain that they will beg me to stop and
will do anything for me.  A guy loses to me he's gotta get on his knees,
kiss my feet and agree to be my bitch.  And since I'm partial to blow jobs,
he's gotta suck me off as well.  Yeah, domination wrestling is the only way
to go.

So, overnight, this Terry kid became the hottest thing since baked bread.
You might think I was jealous, but that was not the case.  Hey, I know
myself.  I'm hot shit.  The best looking and hunkiest dude in a hundred
miles and everybody, I mean everybody, panders to me.  That's the way it
has always been and that was the way I planned to keep it.  So me jealous?
Hell no.  I told you I'm an Adonis, so there ain't no way I'm gonna be
jealous of anybody, especially that pretentious shit Terry.  But that
son-of-a-bitch was encroaching on my territory and I wasn't about to allow
that.

Okay, so I had a chip on my shoulder, but that prick seemed to think he was
my equal and never once even tried to talk to me or acknowledge me in any
way.  He fuckin knew that I was king of the hill at our school; everybody
knew that and he wasn't so blind that he couldn't see it.  So, since he was
being such an ass, I decided to humble myself and speak to him first.  That
shows you how considerate I can be, by not making him come to me first and
kiss my ass like everybody else.  But what'd he do?  He just kinda stuck
his nose up in the air and pretended not to even know that I was `the man'
in our school.  It went something like this:

"Hey man" I said, walking up to him after school one day.  "I saw you on
the field yesterday.  Lookin pretty good."  Now how's that for kissing his
ass?  I sounded like a fuckin brown-nose.

"Oh thanks man" he says, smiling at the four girls standing there mooning
over him.  "Yeah.  The team's beginning to shape up."  The girls started
giggling, although I didn't see anything funny.  Although I could see why
the girls were so wild over him, because up close that smile of his was
dazzling.

I waited for him to say something else; like maybe giving me a complement
in return or introducing himself or something.  When he didn't say
anything, I finally spoke again.  "You going to go out for wrestling this
year?" I asked.

"No" he says.  "I'm keeping busy concentrating on football and baseball.  I
won't be able to support the team this year."  What the fuck did he say?
He can't support us?  What a brazen son-of-a-bitch.  I gave him a big grin,
and the girls stepped back because they could see that it wasn't a friendly
grin.  I guess you'd call it a scowl or a sneer.  A very angry one.  I was
about to go ballistic.

"I think you and me need to have a talk" I said softly as I clenched my
teeth while boiling inside.  "Right now, in private."  I couldn't believe
this A-hole.  I come up to him, playing nice, and he dares to challenge me.
I mean what the fuck?  He's got a god-damn death wish.  "Get lost" I say to
the girls, and when they see the look on my face they back off.  Remember,
everybody knows me and I have one hell of a reputation, so you bet they
skedaddle.

And Terry, Mr. King Shit, doesn't seem to know what's going on.  "Hey man,
don't get all bent out of shape" he says.  "All I said was I won't have
time to wrestle this year."

"You know what Terry?" I said.  "I don't like your attitude.  I don't think
you know your place around here."

"Well, I don't like your attitude either dude" he said belligerently.  "So
just bug off."  I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him back against his
locker.  Not hard, but just enough to challenge him and make him pay
attention.  I knew better than to fight him here in the hall and get kicked
out of school.  Now I'm 6'2" but Terry is maybe an inch taller, but I think
I might have him by forty pounds since I weigh in at almost 220.

"You think you're so fuckin hot.  Well, listen kid, there's only room for
one honcho around here and that's me.  I'm head honcho here and you are
getting way outa line."  I was really proud of myself for keeping my cool
and not destroying him on the spot.  I had him against the locker but I
hadn't slugged him.

"Hey man, stop it" he said, finally realizing how angry I was getting.  "I
haven't done anything to you; hell, I don't even know you, so just cut it
out."  He tried to push me away, but I wasn't ready to let him go yet, but
shit was he strong.  It took all my strength to hold him.

"Listen up kid" I said.  "You don't seem to realize how to be properly
respectful to me, something that every other kid in this school knows.  I
think you need a couple lessons in how to treat your betters."  Pushing
hard, he was finally able to make me back up away from him, so I let go of
his collar.

"Cut it out man" he said again.  "I don't want to mess with you, so just
leave me alone."  I don't know if he was afraid of me or pissed at me, but
I wasn't about to let him off the hook.

"I said you need to be taught a lesson, and I'm the one to do it" I growled
at him.  "You got the balls to face me or do I have to drag your ass
outside and show you how to behave?"

"That's enough god damn it" he shouted as he shoved me hard, almost
knocking me down.  "You want your ass kicked maybe I'm the one to do it.  I
ain't afraid of you."  I was stunned at his aggressiveness.  I knew he was
built and could probably put up a good fight, but he must have a death wish
to think he could stand up to me.  Hell, he wasn't so blind that he
couldn't see that I was one solid block of muscle, with shoulders and chest
and arms half again as big as his.  I got a big grin on my face and felt a
twinge in my pants as I thought of taking this kid down and making him beg
for mercy.  Oh yeah!  But I wasn't just going to take him down a notch; no
way man; I was going to own him.

"You turn me on man" I said with a laugh as I reached down, grabbed my
crotch and humped at him a couple times.  "You make me hot to trot.'  He
just stared at me in surprise, and then I saw a look of fear begin to show
on his face.  I think he was beginning to realize he was in way over his
head.

But he really was making me hot.

I owned three kids already that I used to service me.  I'd trained all
three to suck cock, but they were all skinny runts, and slapping them
around and forcing them to do me just didn't get my juices flowing like I
wanted them too.  Generally they were boringly willing to do anything I
wanted.  I needed some excitement in my life and Terry looked like the one
that could provide it.  He was going to be a challenge because he was
really built.  Those muscles of his were hot, but man I know all about hot
muscles, because mine are a lot hotter than anybody's and definitely bigger
than his and I knew how to use them.  I had no worries about taking him
down.  In fact I felt a hot flush of excitement shoot through me right down
to the tip of my prick as I pictured stripping him naked, putting him on
his knees and making him beg to suck me.  Oh fuck yeah!  That was gonna be
great.

So I walked away and let him think I'd let him off the hook.  Actually, I
started tracking him so I could find out where he lived, and how he got to
and from school every day.  I found out that on days he had football
practice he missed the bus and had to walk home.  He only lived about a
mile and a half from school but he had to go across the football field and
through some trees to get to the highway.  Then he went through the city
park to get to the street where he lived.


I didn't want to take him on the football field because there could be
somebody around, so I decided on the area by the highway.  There were
plenty of bushes and trees so we could have some privacy if we needed it
but I really didn't intend to spend too much time working him over.  I
figured it wouldn't take more than ten-fifteen minutes to soften him up and
get him begging me to stop.

So, a couple days later I went to the park and waited for him.  I stepped
out in front of him from behind some bushes just as he was walking by.

"Hey pipsqueak.  Where ya goin?"  I had just come from the school weight
room so I was pumped to the max, and to try to intimidate him I wasn't
wearing a shirt.  All I had on was my gym shorts and shoes.  And let me
tell you, with my muscles bulging to their limit of perfection and sweaty
from my workout, I would spook anybody.  And he was definitely spooked.

He looked up in surprise and jumped back as he saw me, and then did a
double take, his eyes bugging out.  Hell, he was not only flabbergasted to
see me, but was obviously astounded by my physique.  I got a big grin on my
face as I saw how easy this was going to be.

"You the guy who thinks he's king shit at my school?" I asked giving him
one of my amazing smiles.  "You the guy who thinks he's better'n me?  Well,
here's your chance to prove it."  I gave him a `most muscular' pose making
my muscles bulge even more, and he just stood there with his mouth open
totally taken in by me.  Holy shit.  This was going to be fun.

"Brett, come on" he said with a quiver in his voice.  "I ain't done nothin
to you.  Just leave me alone will you?"

"No I won't leave you alone.  Not until you understand whose boss around
here."

"Okay, okay" he said.  "So you're Boss."  That sounded like sarcasm to me
and got me pissed.

"Smart ass hey?" I said.  "So I'll be just that much harder on you."  With
that I slugged him in the stomach, giving him one of my sledgehammer blows.
He let out a `woof' as his book bag went flying and he landed on his ass
struggling to breathe.  I stepped in and grabbed him by the hair and gave
it a jerk.  He couldn't scream because he still couldn't breathe but I know
it hurt like hell.  Holding his hair, I slugged him in the face.

All he did was grunt "Ugggh."  I slugged him again.  "Ugggh."  His hands
had been holding his stomach but now came up to try to protect his face.
He was still sitting on the ground, so I grabbed him by the shirt and
pulled him to his feet, and before he could move, I hammered him in the
stomach again.  As I let go of him he collapsed to the ground and curled up
in the fetal position.

His nose was bleeding and he was crying but I don't think I broke anything.
I didn't want to maim him like breaking his nose or knocking his teeth out
or anything; I just wanted to get him under control.  I just stood there
looking down at him while he cried and held his stomach.  I know my blows
are like steel pile drivers so I knew I'd damn near rearranged his
intestines with those wallops to the stomach.

I just waited a couple minutes while he tried to breathe.  Then I grabbed
him by the hair again, and gently this time, pulled him up so he was
sitting on the ground and looking up at me.  "Who's Boss?" I asked very
softly.  He was still crying but I know he heard me.

"Please" he bleated.

"Answer the fuckin question?" I snarled at him holding his head back so he
had to look up at me.

He hesitated for a moment, still crying.  Then he said it.  "You're Boss.
You are Brett" he said.

"Hey" I said as I laughed at him.  "That wasn't so bad was it?"  Shit, I
couldn't believe how easy this was.  The look of fear on his face really
turned me on and I could feel my cock start to grow.  Two minutes was all
it took and now I owned him.  I was still laughing as I reached down and
grabbed his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, and then up and off of him.
Then I pushed him back on the ground and put my knee on his neck.  As he
reached up to try to push me off I quickly unfastened his belt and his
pants.  Then standing up, I grabbed his shoes, jerked them off, and taking
hold of his pant legs I pulled them off of him as well.

He was now lying there in only a pair of boxer shorts and his socks.  Boxer
shorts for God's sake.  I hated boxer shorts.  Grabbing my workout shorts,
I pulled them off.  Then standing there in only a jock strap, I gave him a
most muscular pose again.  Even being in pain and still sobbing he must
have been amazed at my physical perfection.  I already told you I was an
Adonis with a body of Hercules, so I was actually envious of Terry being
able to see me in the altogether for the first time.

I knew what he was seeing.  A true demigod with a stunning face and
incredible pumped muscles, sweating slightly and panting a little,
performing the most muscular pose.  Looking up at me towering over him in
my stupefying perfection, he had to know I was a god and I'll bet it made
him feel totally insignificant.  Hell, just watching him looking at me in
awe made me so fuckin hot I wanted to scream.  I was definitely going to
make love to my mirrors when I got home tonight.

Pushing him flat on his back, I settled down on top of him, putting my
knees on his arms and setting down on his chest, with my crotch just below
his chin.

"Okay pussy boy" I sneered at him.  "You can push me off if you want, but
if you do, that pain you're feeling is going to be a hell of a lot worse.
So go ahead because I'll enjoy kicking your ass good."  He was still
sobbing as I smiled at him.  I gave him a light slap to the face.  "Tell me
again who's boss!  Tell me".

I waited for a moment but he just stared at me still sobbing.  I slapped
him again, a little harder.  "Tell me who's Boss, I said."

Finally he spoke.  "You are Brett.  You're Boss."

"That's more like it" I said giving him an enormous grin.  "Yeah, I like
that Terry.  I think you finally understand."  With that, I slid up on his
chest and grabbing him again by the hair, I rubbed my rock hard bludgeon
all over his face: in his eyes, along his cheek, against his nose and
between his lips.  Then I stood up and put one foot on his chest.

Can you picture that?  A spectacular Adonis, me, standing over my new
conquest, showing my superiority by putting my foot on his muscled chest.
I couldn't help but perform the double bicep pose and give a victory yell
just like Tarzan.  "Aeeeaaaa-eeeaaa-eeeaaa" I screamed in triumph.  Terry
had stopped sobbing now and just looked up at me, probably thinking I was
crazy.  That was okay by me because that would make him even more afraid
and even less likely to give me any more trouble.

"To the victor goes the spoils" I said as I reached down, took hold of his
boxers and jerked them down and off.  Then I stepped back.  "I like my
pussy boys in the nude" I said with a laugh.  "Now get on your knees."
Terry slowly got to his knees.  And what a vision he was.  He was really
built and very handsome, and sitting there in front of me on his knees with
his face streaked with blood and tears and a look of fear in his eyes, I
was about as turned on as I've ever been.

Grabbing his head, I pulled him in to my cotton covered nine inch pole
again.  Oh fuck, what a feeling.  I felt him put his hands on my thighs.
"Get your fucking hands off of me" I yelled at him "before I really kick
your ass."  He immediately removed his hands.  Oh yeah, he was mine.  I
totally owned him now.  And I was ready to collect my reward.  Holding him
tightly and watching closely, I humped his face over and over again.  And
what a vision and what a feeling.  Watching my big monster rubbing over his
handsome face and feeling it throbbing as I pressed it against his cheek
and nose and mouth was beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

"Okay, showtime" I said to him.  "Kiss it."  I knew this would be the show
stopper.  He'd either do it and everything else would be downhill, or he'd
refuse and I'd have to kick his ass some more and force him.  I hoped to
hell he'd go for it, because, although I loved knocking guys around, my
quivering cock wanted some action right now.  I was still holding his head
and looking down at him as I saw him pucker up and kiss my cotton covered
dick.  Nirvana!  Oh fuck yeah!

"Way to go man" I crooned.  "Now do it some more.  Kiss it.  Loud smacking
kisses.  Let me hear it."  And he really got at it.  He kissed up and down
my rod for a good five minutes.  And guess what.  He didn't seem to be
under duress anymore.  Hell, I think he was enjoying it.  Isn't it amazing
how a guy can come across as a really butch stud but when the chips are
down he becomes a cringing wimp?  There was no doubt in my mind that this
is what he wanted all the time.  As hunky as he was, he was just waiting
for a big butch stud like me to take over and show him what it was like to
be controlled by a real Alpha male.

I let him go at it for quite a while because it was such a wonderful
feeling and I loved watching those pretty lips kissing my dick.  I was so
hard that my prick was trying to peek out from under the jockstrap.  Then I
finally gave him an order.  "Pull my jock down" I said.  He leaned back
away from my crotch and looking up at me, gazed into my eyes for a moment.
He damn well knew what was coming.  But I swear to you the look of fear on
his face was gone and had been replaced by lust.  I swear on my mother's
grave this was true.  This kid was enjoying it.  He wanted me to use him.
He slowly pulled my jockstrap down.  Then he looked up at me again with a
look of...  I'm not sure.  You might call it a look of reverence.  And I'll
be damned if he didn't lick his lips.  Wow!

"Keep kissing it baby" I said.  We hadn't even started doing anything yet;
hell he hadn't actually touched my prick yet, but I was getting super-hot.
But Jesus, who wouldn't?  A gorgeous muscle kid, the quarterback of the
football team for God's sake, on his knees in the nude looking at my prick
with a salacious look on his face.  Fuck yeah I was hot.  Then Terry gave
me a kiss and a lick.

"Fuck no.  Noooo..." I shouted as I started to shoot.  "Ugggghhh..."  I was
shooting my load already.  My first shot had actually gone right over
Terry's head and the second landed on his shoulder.  I grabbed it and got
him in the nose with the third.  As I pushed my cock against his face, he
didn't even try to back off and I let the rest of my gusher land on his
cheek and drip down his chin.

I was pissed with myself and couldn't believe that I lost control so quick.
That can be fuckin embarrassing when I'm trying to show a new cocksucker
how butch I am.  But when I looked down I saw that Terry was looking up at
me and grinning.

"Premature ejaculation hey?" he said with a laugh.

"Fuck you" I answered and I had to laugh as well.  As I stepped back Terry
picked up his shirt and wiped off his face.  "Next time I won't cum so
quick" I said.

"No way Brett" he said as he stood up.  "There ain't going to be a next
time."

"Like hell babe" I said.  "I'm going to make you my number one cocksucker."
And that's when he slugged me in the stomach.  Luckily I had a split
seconds notice and tightened my abs so he only knocked me back a little and
didn't knock the breath out of me or knock me down as he'd planned.  But
then he leaped on me and we both went down wrestling on the ground.

I told you I was all solid muscle and I outweighed him by about forty
pounds so it wasn't much of a contest.  He did get the upper hand at first
since he caught me by surprise, but it only took me a couple minutes to get
him into a headlock.  I said I was all muscle and I know how to use it.  I
was literally crushing his neck.

He grunted a few times but there was nothing he could do, and I kept
increasing the pressure of the headlock.  After a couple minutes of him
trying to escape I felt him beginning to go limp, so I let up a little.
Just a little

"Put your hands down" I snarled at him since he'd been trying his damndest
to try to break my hold.  "Put `em down."  And he did put them down so I
let up a little more on the headlock, at least so he could breathe.

"Tell me whose Boss" I ordered.  I think he was barely conscious so I gave
him a minute or so to recover.  "Who's Boss" I asked again.

"You are Brett" he croaked trying to talk through his almost crushed
larynx.

"I was going to be a nice guy here Ter" I said.  "But you bein such a
prick, you can forget it.  Now you're gonna to be my bitch."  And you can
bet I was angry.  He'd pretended to be beaten and then turned on me, so of
course I was angry.  Goddamn little prick; nobody does that to me.  "Now
tell me you're sorry for turning on me."  I still had him in the head lock,
so I started to squeeze harder again.

"Okay, Brett.  Okay" he croaked.  "I'm sorry.  Hey man, I'm sorry."

"Tell me you're my bitch" I ordered him.  "Say it!  Say you're my bitch."
I squeezed even harder.

"Brett, Brett, please..." he choked out.  "Please...  I'm your bitch.  I'm
your bitch."  As I let go of him and stood up he dropped to the ground and
put his hands to his neck.  I could see it was really red, and he was going
to have a nasty bruise there for a few days.

Surprisingly, I'd lost my hard-on during the fight, since I was usually
really turned on when whipping a guy's ass.  It must have been because I
was so angry.  But since he was handy, lying there underneath me, and he
needed a lesson in humility, I grabbed my cock and started pissing.

He was still holding his neck and trying to get his breath, so he didn't
react much as I pissed on his crotch and then slowly moved up and really
let go into his face and hair.  He tried to cover his face and turn away,
but hell, I was loving it and actually laughing aloud as I soaked him with
my piss.  I'd never pissed on anyone before but what a turn-on.  Talk about
dominating and humiliating a guy.  This was as exciting as making him blow
me.  Luckily I was about done pissing because I was getting so turned on
that my cock started rising up like a python.  In just seconds my prick was
up and throbbing.

Taking hold of it I started stroking it hard and fast.  I noticed that
Terry was crying, actually bawling, but that just made it more exciting.  I
was so fuckin hot that I knew I was going to blow in seconds.  I'd intended
to make Terry suck me off since that was the ultimate show of my power and
superiority, but I was so hot looking down at him crying, covered with my
piss mixed with blood and tears, and holding his sore neck that I couldn't
wait.  I started to shoot.  For the second time in, like, five minutes.

"Ohhh fuuuccck" I screamed in ecstasy.  God was this fantastic!  Total
intoxication!  I don't think I'd ever had an ejaculation this good.  I
fired a good four or five shots onto his face, and the rest dribbled onto
his chest.  Shit, let me tell you, people say they know all about having
great sex, but I'm here to tell you that great sex combined with total
domination is freaking awesome.

I was panting like crazy as I began to come down from my high.  I was still
laughing from the excitement; in fact I really hadn't stopped laughing and
giggling since I'd started pissing on him.  I'd never felt more powerful
than I did at that moment.

Stepping up to straddle him and reaching down, I pulled his arms down,
kneeled on them and sat on his chest again.  I wasn't laughing anymore but
I had a hell of a grin on my face.  Terry was a total mess.  His face was
covered with my piss and my gism and his tears, and he was still sobbing.

"Hey man.  It's over" I said as I gave him a couple friendly slaps to the
cheek.  "You did good Ter.  Come on man, stop crying."  I just sat there
for a bit trying to look sober, but I just couldn't hold back a big grin.
This had been probably the most exciting thing I'd ever done.  The feeling
of power was intoxicating.  I felt like a God, totally owning another human
being; and a pretty one at that.

"Come on man.  Calm down" I said.  Terry's arms were trapped under my knees
so he couldn't move or cover himself but he wouldn't look at me.  But I
wanted to look him in the eye.  I wanted him to see my grin, and I wanted
him to acknowledge my superiority.


"Look at me baby" I said as I pulled his face around so he had to look up
at me.  "Open your eyes babe and look at me."  Then he did look at me.
"We're done babe" I said.  "I ain't gonna hurt you anymore.  But you're
still my bitch.  Okay?"  He hesitated for a moment, and then nodded his
head.  "Good boy" I said showing him my grin.  "Good boy.  Now say it.  I
wanna hear you say it."

I was patient and just waited for him to realize he had no other choice.
"I'm your bitch" he mumbled, so softly that I could barely hear him.

"Good boy" I repeated and I gave him a couple more friendly slaps to the
cheek.

I said that Terry became my number one cocksucker, but actually, he never
did get very good at sucking.  But dominating this hunky football player
was every bit as exciting as good sex anyway.  I had another kid, Timothy,
who gave fantastic blow jobs, so I didn't use Terry much, but it was always
exciting to see my prick in his mouth.  I taught him to kiss my feet before
sucking me and then thank me afterwards for allowing him to do it so it was
always very entertaining.

I never pissed on him again after that even though it was one of the most
exciting things I'd ever done.  I haven`t pissed on anyone else either, at
least not yet.  I guess I'm just waiting for the perfect guy and the
perfect opportunity.

So over the next eight months I made Terry blow me half a dozen times just
to remind him that he was still my bitch.  The cock sucking wasn't all that
great but the domination was really super.  But to finish my story here,
Terry moved away a couple months ago, and I've missed him.  The skinny
runts that are servicing me now are okay, but I want a husky stud with
muscles that I can dominate. I know a blow job is a blow job and a fuck is
a fuck, but I really like built guys taking my pecker. Even Timothy, the
kid who gives incredible deep throat blow jobs doesn't get my juices
flowing the way I'd like them too because he's such a skinny runt.  I
needed to prove regularly that these muscles of mine weren't just for show,
but could be used to take guys down and force them to serve me. Fucking a
ninety pound weakling was acceptable but I needed something more exciting;
something more challenging.  There just ain't nothing quite like watching a
subservient muscle boy on his knees in front of you as you're pounding your
cock into his face.

Okay now.  I was going to tell you about that kid that moved in nest door.
I'll tell you all about it as soon as I get a chance.

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