Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2012 07:01:56 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'm an Adonis, Part two

I already told you I was an Adonis so you already know that I have a face
and a body that stops traffic wherever I go.  I am very simply
spectacularly gorgeous.  Hey, some folks got it, some don't.  And I've got
way, way more than my share.  In fact, I happen to know I've got it all.
So anyway, I was going to tell you about the kid next door.  I told you
that Terry, my butch cocksucker had moved away and I'd been looking for a
replacement for him for months.  Not that I couldn't get a blow job
whenever I wanted, I had three guys in my stable that I could have any
time, but they were skinny runts.  What I really missed since Terry left
was looking down and seeing a real muscle boy giving me head.  Dominating a
guy built almost like me was so hot that I could almost cum just thinking
about it.  And I'd been thinking about it a lot.

So, about this kid next door.  I knew somebody had bought that house but
I'd been at the beach the previous week when they moved in.  My dad said it
was supposed to be a divorced man with two teenage sons.

My ears perked up when I heard `teenage sons' but I didn't really think too
much about it because I was busy making myself even more beautiful.  Okay,
so I'll use the word beautiful.  But you gotta see me.  Hell yes I'm an
Adonis, but there just ain't words to describe me when I've got a deep
bronze sun tan.  After a week at the beach, I look in the mirror and just
drool at my magnificence.  When I oil up and check out my incredible
physique with this dark tan, I'm left absolutely breathless and my prick
gets hard, really hard.  And yeah, that's the word to use: magnificence.

So anyway, this kid next door.  I was setting in the back yard wearing my
favorite white speedo.  As you can imagine, me without a shirt is
breathtaking to begin with while that snug speedo not only emphasizes my
very imposing manhood but sets off my suntan like you wouldn't believe.  As
I glanced up from my kindle, I saw a head sticking up above the hedge
separating the two houses.  Before I had a chance to react the head
disappeared.  Whoever it was had ducked down behind the hedge so I wouldn't
see them looking.

Now, you have to understand I'm used to people staring at me.  In fact I'm
sometimes surprised when they don't stare.  But this kid, from the glimpse
I got must be one of the teenagers I heard about, but he was embarrassed
about looking at me.  Actually, I'm pretty good at reading people when they
first see me.  First there is a look of shock and disbelief, which is
followed by a look of awe and amazement and then complete veneration,
almost breathlessness.  With boys that is sometimes followed by fear, but
more often it's jealousy and then many times, lust.  And when I see that
look of lust, I know that just by snapping my fingers I can make them into
my submissive worshiper's right on the spot.  Hell, you wouldn't believe
how many guys get hot and bothered and want to worship an incredible
superior male like me.

When someone, like this kid, tries to hide the fact that he's looking, it's
almost a sure thing that he is ripe for the picking.  He doesn't want me to
know that he's turned on to me but he just can't keep his eyes off my
spectacular body and gorgeous face.  I only got a quick glimpse of him but
I knew he was young and attractive and I was always on the lookout for
somebody new to join my harem.

Anyway I went back to my reading, but kept an eye out to see if he was
still there.  And he was. He was trying to be subtle and not be noticed,
but he couldn't stop looking.  Hey, that's the way I affect people.  They
just can't pull their eyes away from my ravishing features.  But I was
being pretty cool about him looking as I pretended not to notice him
watching and just let him get an eyeful.

And let me tell you he was getting an eyeful.  An absolute vision.  I mean,
really, there ain't nobody looks as fabulous as me.  A deep dark tan on a
perfectly proportioned muscled body with a face so stunning that it's
impossible to describe.  I knew exactly what he was going through because
it was what everybody went through when they saw me.  He was damn well
creaming his jeans just by getting a glimpse of me.  And I knew he wouldn't
be able to stop looking, because just like everybody, he was going crazy
with lust and just couldn't get enough of such incredible perfection in a
human being.  So I just let him go at it, getting his jollies with subtle
little peeks at me over the hedge.

 This went on for two days with me getting occasional glimpses of him and I
was beginning to think he would be a perfect replacement for Terry.
 I couldn't see much of him when he was in the yard, but each time he went
up on his back porch I could see above the hedge what looked like a hot
body.  He seldom had a shirt on so I could clearly see that he looked to be
quite a hunk which showed he was probably familiar with the inside of a
gym.  He was going to be damn near perfect, and the fact that he had been
stealing glances at me for two days, was going to make him easy prey.

I love a challenge, and this boy was going to be my next conquest.  So on
the third day when I was looking out of the corner of my eye and saw he was
checking me out I felt a nudge in my crotch.  He was perfect.  Cute face
with light blond straw colored hair and light complexion, he was going to
look gorgeous next to my dark bronze tan.  He had a nice physique, much
smaller than me of course, and I wondered what sports he was into.  He
looked like he was too muscular to be a swimmer, but he looked to be only
5'7" or 5'8" and therefore probably too small to be into football.

Actually, I wondered if he was just into bodybuilding.  I know that more
and more guys these days are not into sports but just want to have
beautiful bodies and spend lots of time lifting weights and admiring
themselves.  Hell, I was into that myself.  Maybe he was like that too.

So I was out in the yard early and wearing a thong, basically just a
G-string this time, and there he was peeking at me over the hedge.  The
G-string was in the gay flag colors, so if he wasn't too stupid or too much
in the closet maybe he'd recognize that I was telling him I was gay.
Putting my kindle down, I stood up and prepared to put on a show for him.
I didn't actually start doing body building poses, but I did pretend to
yawn, grope my crotch, flex my biceps, and then casually stretch a few
times, making my masses of muscle bulge to their best advantage.  Hell,
there wasn't a man on the planet whose eyes wouldn't bug out seeing me
looking like this.  I knew this kid had to be drooling all over himself.

Again, checking him out unobtrusively I saw he just couldn't take his eyes
off of me.  I knew I had him where I wanted him, on a leash, and all I had
to do was pull him in.  So I made the move.  I walked over to the hedge
over near where I'd last seen him, pulled down my G-string and started
pissing into the hedge.  I heard some rattling of the bushes, like maybe he
was moving away, and I wanted to laugh.  Maybe I got him.

"Hey kid" I said.  "Hey you.  I see you there.  Stand up."  About the time
I quit pissing he raised up, lifting his head above the hedge.  "Sorry kid.
I really had to take a whiz.  Hope I didn't get any on you."  I gave him
one of my dazzling smiles as he looked up at me.  Yeah, looked up.  He must
have been five or six inches shorter than me, but pretty as a picture.  A
startlingly pretty face with those straw colored bangs hanging down almost
into his eyes and with very long eye lashes which definitely gave him a
feminine look.  My prick took note with a shudder as I saw the prettiest
set of lips I think I had ever seen.  Rosy and plump.  Simply gorgeous.

"Wow.  You're a pretty one aren't you?" I said as I looked into those green
eyes.  "What's your name kid?"

"Ahhh... hi" he said looking embarrassed.  "I was just working in the yard.
Ahhh... I'm ... ahhh... I'm Chris.  We just moved in."  He was wearing a
loose white t-shirt but I could see he had nice shoulders anyway.

"Yeah.  My dad told me you guys had moved in" I answered.  "I'm Brett, how
ya doin?  I was at the beach last week so that's why I wasn't here.
Wha'daya think of my tan?  Pretty cool hey?"  Hell, I already knew he
couldn't take his eyes off of me, but I wanted to make him say it.  That
would pretty much force him to admit I turned him on and perhaps get him to
acknowledge how hot he thought I was.

"Oh yeah, it's amazing.  That color really makes you look great."

"Thanks.  I'm one of those who turn into a really dark bronze.  I love this
color" I said as I raised my arms a little and pushed out my chest, flexing
my muscles as I pretended to show off my tan.  "I guess you haven't had a
chance to get any sun this summer hey?"

"Ahhh... no.  With my parent's divorce and dad's new job and the move and
everything, I haven't had a chance."

"What are you doing right now?" I asked.

"Ahhh... nothing really" he said.  "I'm just working in the yard."

"Yeah.  I noticed you working in the yard" I said sarcastically giving him
a grin.  "Well, come on over and join me.  I'll get out the other lounge
chair."

"Ahhh... I'm supposed to..."

"Get a swim suit and come on over" I said interrupting him.  "I've got
suntan lotion over here you can use."  I turned away not giving him a
chance to refuse and went to get the other lounge chair.  About ten minutes
later he came walking up the driveway.  He was still wearing the t-shirt
but had changed from his shorts into cargo swim trunks.  I couldn't believe
that he was planning to get a sun tan wearing a suit that damn near reached
his knees.

"You can't get a tan wearing those damn things" I said as he walked up.
"Let me get you a speedo."

"No that's okay" he said.  "These are what I always wear."

"No way man" I said.  "You wanna get a decent tan you gotta wear as little
as possible, like me."  I stood up and groped myself showing off my
multi-colored thong and bringing his attention to the bulge there.  "I'll
get you something."  I went into the house and sorted through my collection
of swim suits.  I wanted him to look sexy, but I didn't give a shit whether
it showed his cock or not.  The only cock of interest here was mine and I
expected him to be giving it lots of attention before the day was out.
Since he was a lot smaller than me, I got a pair of small red speedo trunks
and took them outside.  He was setting on the lounger waiting for me as I
handed him the suit.

"Go ahead and put it on.  Nobody can see you and I won't look."

"Ahhh... come on man" he whined.  "Mine are okay."

"No they're not" I answered.  "Now put these on."  With my tone of voice I
made it clear it was an order.

"Well okay" he answered.  I was pretty sure he wanted to wear them, but
felt he had to pretend not to so he wouldn't look too anxious.  I could
tell, however, that he knew he was good looking and wanted to show off for
me.  He turned his back to me and pulled his cargo trunks down and off.  I
said I wouldn't look but of course I watched as he uncovered one of the
prettiest butts I'd ever seen.  Oh shit was it pretty.  Gorgeous lips and a
pretty little ass, what more could a guy ask for?

The speedo, which was too tight for me, fit him snugly.  He rearranged
himself and slipped the t-shirt off before he turned around.

"You look really good in that" I said, figuring that a complement from me,
Mr. Perfect Body, would give him one hell of a thrill and make him more
malleable.  "You like it?"

"Yeah, I do.  I like it a lot" he said looking down at the tight low-cut
suit as he tried to impress me by pushing out his chest and sucking in his
stomach showing nice rippling abs.  Me complementing him was definitely
giving him a thrill and turning him on because there was a definite bulge
showing in those trunks and it appeared to be growing.

"You should see yourself in a mirror.  You look great in red, and that suit
really shows you off.  You lift weights?"  I knew he did without asking.
Nobody had a body like that naturally.

"Yeah" he answered.  "My best friend and I have worked out in the school
weight room for two years now.  I'm a dedicated body builder."

"Yeah, me too" I answered.
 "You can keep the speedo and we'll get sun here every day until school
starts.  You want some suntan lotion now, or do you want to wait?"

"Let me soak up a little sun first before I put it on" he said as we both
lay down on the loungers.  I couldn't get over how pretty he was, and
wearing only a thong there was no way I could hide my growing hard-on.

"So Chris, are you into sports?" I asked.

"I like to play tennis.  I play with my dad a lot" he answered.  "He almost
went pro once, so he's really good.  I also like to swim.  How about you?"

"I'm a wrestler" I answered looking over and giving him a leer.  "I love
dominating guys and having them squirm around under me as I force them to
submit.  Do you wrestle?"

He gave me a startled look at my brazen comment about dominating guys.  I'm
not sure whether it was surprise that I would say such a thing, to whether
it was fear.  "Actually I'm not into any sports" he said.  "I just play
tennis and swim for fun.  I wasn't in any team sports at my last school."

"So you don't wrestle?"

"No I never have.  What I really like is body building; weight lifting.
But it looks like you're way ahead of me.  You're build is fantastic."

"Thanks" I said.  "Yeah, I work out all the time.  But you look really
good.  Your chest and shoulders are great.  How big are your biceps?"

"Fifteen and a quarter the last time I measured.  That was two weeks ago."

"Show me" I said.  "Give me a good double biceps pose."

"Oh come on Brett.  I can't compete with you."

"That doesn't matter" I answered him.  "I know I'm a lot bigger than you,
but I really like the way you look.  You're really hot.  Hell, you're
turning me on."  He looked over at me again and I watched him looking at my
crotch as I groped myself.  I was being totally aggressive just like I
always am, and since he now knew I was a wrestler it was patently clear to
both of us that I was twice his size and could easily control him, so he
obviously was wondering what I was up to.  He was making me hot and I could
feel a stirring in my crotch, so I can tell you he wasn't going to have to
wait very long to find out what I was up to.

I had to try to restrain myself however because if I get too horny too
quick, sometimes my hormones take over.  I intended to fuck him but I
didn't necessarily want to rape him.  I wanted to sweet-talk him for a
while and get him in the mood.  And if things went really well, maybe I
could get him to beg for it.

"Now come on" I repeated.  "Show me those biceps."  As he stood up and
started posing, I could see that he'd spent plenty of time preening in
front of a mirror, because he knew how to pose.  Although I'd only asked
for the bicep pose, he went smoothly through the seven compulsory poses.

"Jesus, you do look good" I said as I reached down and groped my hardening
cock again.  He wasn't looking directly at me, but I knew he could see me
grabbing my big rod.  I stood up and stepped over to him.  "Show me those
biceps again" I ordered.  As he flexed I stood in front of him and put a
hand on each of his nice lumps of muscle.  "Come on.  Really grind them.
Make `em bulge."  He flexed them over and over making them steel hard as I
squeezed and rubbed them.

My cock was now sticking almost straight out so I moved in until it was
pressing against his belly button.  "Jesus, your muscles really turn me on"
I said.  "Does it turn you on too?"

"Ahhh... yeah" he mumbled in embarrassment and started to giggle.
"Yeah... sometimes."  He moved back slightly to get away from my pressing
cock.

"Let's see what mine do for you" I said as I gave him a push forcing him to
sit down on the lounger.  I reached down with both hands and made a show of
trying to get my cock to stay within the thong.  I didn't help much because
the thong wasn't designed to hold anything as big and hard as my prick.
Then standing right in front of him, almost right against his knees, I gave
him a double biceps pose.  I ground them a couple times making them really
bulge.  "What'daya think?" I grunted.  My cock was not more than a foot in
front of his face and it was still sticking out and he seemed to be having
trouble pulling his eyes away from it.  But hell, I know it's big and the
way it was bobbing around within the thong was probably mesmerizing to
somebody who'd never seen one that size.

"Look up here" I said with a laugh.  "My biceps ain't down there where
you're looking."  He looked up at me and I could see his neck begin to turn
red in embarrassment.  "So.  What'daya think?" I repeated.

"Shit man, they're fabulous.  Unbelievable Brett" he said looking up in
awe.

"Yeah, they are aren't they?  Get up here and feel them" I ordered him.
"Go ahead and grab on."  Since I was standing so close, when he stood up he
was going to be touching me with my prick ramming into his belly.

"Ahhh... Brett?" he said evidently wanting me to move back.

"Come on, move it" I growled at him.  "Get up here and feel `em."  He tried
to get up next to me but I blocked him with my foot.  Then, releasing my
biceps pose, I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him to his feet.  Now
he was standing almost right against me, chest to chest so my rock hard
post was now pushing against his tummy, and because I was so tall he had to
crane his head back to look up at me.

I took hold of his chin, leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"You are cuter than hell" I whispered and gave him another peck.  "Now feel
these huge bi's of mine.  You ain't never felt anything like this before."
He didn't react to the fact that I kissed him, so that was sure's hell a
sign that we were going to get it on.  He still couldn't move back away
from me because his calves were tight against the lounger and I was right
up there almost against him.  I didn't move an inch so he had no choice but
stay right there almost touching me.  We were both sweaty from the sun so
feeling his hunky body occasionally rubbing against me was driving me crazy
with desire.

He was still kind of squirming around wondering how to get away, but hadn't
made a move to touch my biceps.  "I told you to grab my biceps" I growled.
"Now do it."  It now seemed to sink through to him that there was a giant
standing in front of him ordering him to do something and he'd better do
what he was told.  I crunched them some more and he finally reached up and
grabbed them.  Both of them.

I couldn't believe how small his hands looked when put against my enormous
biceps.  They looked like a child's hands and the contrast between my dark
bronze tan and his almost completely white hands was amazing.  It also felt
good having him touch me, and it was hot knowing he was doing it because
I'd ordered him too.

I was still in control of myself, but my hormones were raging and my cock
was throbbing and I wasn't going to be able to wait much longer.  I wanted
to fuck.  Releasing the pose I reached down and grabbed his firm ass cheeks
with both hands, and jerking him in tight against me, started humping my
hard pecker against his abs.  "You are one hot little number Chris and
you're making me hotter than hell."

"Please Brett, don't" he said.  "Don't.  Please don't" he said as he put
his hands on my shoulders and tried to push away but I wouldn't move so
there was nowhere for him to go, and there was no way that was going to let
him get away anyhow.

"Feel that baby" I swooned as I humped into him again.  "You got me turned
on big time now.  Hot little number like you really makes a man want to
rut" I said as I laughed.  Hey, I know I wasn't even eighteen yet but as
big and muscle bound as I was, it was easy to say I was a man, not a boy.
Then he raised his fist like he was going to slug me, so I grabbed both of
his wrists and twisted them behind his back, still holding him tight
against me.  He was making grunting sounds as he tried to pull away, "uggh,
uggh, uggh" but there was no way he could even budge me.

"There ain't no way we're gonna stop now baby.  This man's got to fuck."  I
gave him a push, forcing him to sit down on the lounge chair.  Then
grabbing his legs I straightened him up on the chair and climbed on top of
him.  Grabbing his wrists again I pulled his arms above his head and held
them there.  Our faces were about six inches apart as I leaned down and
gave him a quick kiss on the nose.  I was still humping my corn dog into
him, almost going out of my mind with lust.

"Don't man.  Don't" he pleaded.  "Brett, Brett.  No."  I just laughed.

"Don't worry Chris" I laughed.  "You're going to love it.  Hell, everybody
I fuck loves it.  You're going to find out what it's like to be fucked by a
real god."  Chris had a look of total terror on his face while I was
laughing but that was okay because it made it even more exciting.  Having a
guy squirming around while I was forcing my dick into him made it a lot
more fun, and I hadn't had anybody fight me since Terry moved away.  In
fact I forgot how really exciting it was to take a guy against his will.

And that reminded me of the first time I took Terry.  The most exciting
thing I'd ever done had been to piss on him that day.  I almost swooned
with excitement as I considered doing it again.  Oh yeah, I had to do it.
Dominating this guy and humiliating him, particularly a hunky guy like
Chris, and turning him into a plaything to be used for my pleasure was
driving me to extremes of passion.  And debauchery.

Standing up and straddling the lounge chair as he lay under me, I pulled
the thong aside allowing my prick to bounce out and then bang against my
abs.  And I let loose.  My nine inches was rock hard so I was pissing
almost straight up, but by the laws of gravity it had to come down
somewhere so as I grabbed hold, I aimed it so the stream landed directly in
his hair and face.

Chris put his hands to his face trying to protect it from my piss and
yelled at me to stop, but I had an endless quantity of urine stored up, so
I stepped to one side of the lounge chair and shooting straight up like a
fountain I carefully soaked him from head to toe and back again.  Putting
his hands in front of his face wasn't much protection when I was determined
to soak him.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I screamed in total euphoria.  "Man oh man, fuckin
awesome."  Chris was screaming at me to quit but I was almost delirious
with a sense of power as I controlled and humiliated him, so I was beyond
even hearing him.  Besides I think I was screaming louder than he was.  "Oh
fuck yeah" I screamed again as I leaned down, pulled his hands aside, and
whizzed directly into his face.

And man, you think I wasn't turned on?  Shit.  I was going out of my fuckin
head with excitement.  I jerked my thong down and off, and then grabbed
Chris' speedo and ripped it off as well, and then threw myself down on top
of him.  That wasn't the smartest thing to do since the lounge chair broke
with a loud cracking sound and Chris landed on the ground with me on top of
him.  I grabbed his pissy hair and latched my lips onto his and started
trying to stick my tongue down his throat.  Chris didn't do anything at
first but then I felt him stick out his tongue and start kissing me
back. Shit, I couldn't believe it.  I think he was beginning to enjoy it or
maybe he was just shocked; I don't know.  But we were really going at it.

Then - you won't fuckin believe this - but then - I felt hot urine shooting
against my abs.  Oh yeah!  Really!  This kid let loose and started pissing.
Now I was the one that was shocked but the feeling of that hot liquid
shooting between our bodies and against my stomach was incredible.  "Oh
yeah baby, let it go.  Let it go" I yelled as I let up on the kiss for a
second.  "Go ahead and piss.  Yeah.  Oh yeah."  I could feel his little
prick was rock hard against me but it didn't seem to interfere with him
pissing in the least.

And then.  Well, this was just too much but he actually started laughing.
Yeah, laughing.  And I admit it was pretty damn funny so I started laughing
right along with him.  But he was still pissing too.  I started humping my
hard-on against him spreading the urine as he continued going on and on and
on.  Shit, was he ever loaded up with piss.  I clamped onto his lips again
and we started dueling tongues with a vengeance.

But.  And this was a big `but'.  This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
I'm an Adonis for god's sake.  I always have been and always will be a
butch stud dominant.  I control everybody and everything around me no
matter what.  I'm the definitive alpha male and definitely the top man and
everybody fuckin well kowtow's to me.  Everybody!  Always!  Chris was
supposed to be my submissive just like everybody else that I picked out to
serve me.  Hell, the two of us laughing together almost made it look like
we were equals, and there ain't no way I was going to allow that.  I didn't
want any god damn equal and I didn't want any god damn lovey-dovey
boyfriend either.  That just wasn't my thing.  I wanted Chris to be a
malleable fuck boy who would submit to me and who I could train to service
my cock whenever I wanted.  I wanted to use my strength to enlighten this
muscle boy on what it was like to be controlled by a real Alpha Male.  Any
guy I picked out to fuck had to be my lackey, call me Sir, and be my
personal ass kisser.

So I instantly scooted up onto his chest, grabbed a handful of hair, and
pushed my big nine incher into his mouth.  I saw a shocked look on his face
and then he gagged.  I had to pull out but grabbing my rod I used it as a
bludgeon and started banging it against that pretty face.

"No, no, no" he shouted.  "Don't Brett.  Don't."  I put my knees on his
arms to hold him down, but even though I probably outweighed him by fifty
pounds, he was still able to push me off.  I grabbed his head with both
hands and pulled him back into my crotch pushing my rod back into his face.
However, I didn't have leverage to hold him and he pushed himself away.
"Hey man.  Stop it" he shouted at me.  "Stop it."  He definitely wasn't
laughing any more, but was fighting me to get away.

But hell, there was no way I was going to stop now because I was out of my
head with lust.  Getting back on top of him, I grabbed him by the wrists
and pulled his arms up over his head.  This put my cock in a perfect
position for pushing it back into his face.  So I started humping his
pretty face.


And damned if I didn't overdue it again.  I let myself get so excited that
before I had a chance to even think about it I felt myself reaching my
climax.  "Shit, shit, shit" I screamed, both in frustration and in
exultation as I started to shoot.  And just as I started firing, Chris
bucked me off of him and my gism went to waste on the ground next to the
broken lounge chair.  As I finished I just rolled over onto my back next to
Chris, panting like mad.

Actually, I had to start laughing.  It was damnably frustrating to have a
premature ejaculation right when I was about to fuck a guy's face, but it
felt wonderful anyway and was very exciting.  But it was kind of funny.

However, Chris didn't think it was funny.  "You son of a bitch" he shouted
at me as he sat up.  "Who the fuck do you think you are?"  Oh shit, was he
mad.  And it didn't help any that I was laying there laughing.  Standing
up, he grabbed his cargo shorts and pulled them on.  "Fuck you Brett.  Just
fuck you."

As he turned to go I reached over and grabbed an ankle.  Giving him a jerk,
I forced him to fall back down on the ground.  I was still giggling a
little as I grabbed his cargo shorts and pulled them back off and tossed
them aside.

"I like my fuck boys in the nude Chris" I said as I finally stopped
laughing but was still grinning up a storm.

"What the fuck you doin man?" he yelled.  "Stop it."

Now I was ready to have fun.  He was pretty and hunky and my perfect type
but he was way smaller than me, so I knew I was going to enjoy playing with
him since it was a no-brainer that I could make him do anything that I
wanted.  So now that I had my first ejaculation taken care of, I could
concentrate on a nice slow domination job followed by a great fuck.  As he
tried to set up, I grabbed both of his wrists and pushing him back, lay
down on top of him, face to face and chest to chest and pushed his arms
above his head.

"Sorry about that baby" I crooned with my face just inches away from his.
"You are so fuckin hot you just got me too excited."

"Let me go man" he said.  "Stop this."

"No way Chris" I chuckled.  "You and me are going to have a little fun."
Chris was using all his strength trying to pull his arms loose but he
couldn't even budge me.  I bent down to give him a kiss but he turned his
face away.

"Come on man.  Give me another one of those hot kisses" I said.  However he
refused to cooperate and kept turning his face away.  Actually I didn't
mind his non-cooperation because that's what made it the most fun.  I
wanted to show my power and have to use my strength to subdue a guy before
I fucked him.  Raising up and twisting his arms, I forced him over on his
stomach.

 "Ugggh, ugggh, ugggh" he grunted as he fought me and tried to get away as
I took hold of both wrists with one big paw, grabbed my jockstrap and used
it to tie his hands behind his back.  As I rolled him over onto his back I
stood up and looked down at him.

He didn't yell at me now, and I could see that that look of anger was
mostly gone from his face and had been replaced by something else.  Maybe
surprise or maybe even fear.  "Come on man.  Come on Brett.  Don't do this.
Please."
 I guess he decided that since yelling wouldn't work, he'd try reasoning
with me.  "We can be friend's man" he pleaded.  "Just don't do this."

"Oh yeah.  We're going to be great friends" I said giving him a big grin.
"In fact I'm planning on you being one of my very best friends.  Once I
teach you a few things, you're going to be my number one play-mate.  And I
plan on doing a whole lot of playing."

Getting down on my knees I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up to his
knees in front of me.  As I tried to kiss him again he turned his face
away.

"Kiss me" I said.

"No" he said so I slapped him; hard.  Tears immediately sprang to his eyes.

"Kiss me" I repeated.  He didn't say anything, but he didn't react either,
so I slapped him again.  The tears started dripping down his cheeks now.

"P-p-please" he sobbed softly.

"You're going to do it babe, even if I have to beat you to a pulp.  Now
kiss me" I ordered.  After a couple seconds hesitation I raised my hand
ready to slug him again, and he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.
"Again" I ordered.  He leaned in and did it again.  "Now, give me some
tongue."  This time he held the kiss and started tonguing into my mouth.  I
just let him go for a few seconds before I joined in and started tonguing
him back.  "Good boy" I mumbled through the kiss.

Now.  This was the way it was supposed to be.  He was kissing me before,
but he thought he was my equal and thought he could make his own decisions.
Now he was kissing me because I was forcing him to do it.  He now knew I
was the guy in charge, and he was going to find out real soon that he was
going to do whatever I wanted him to do.  This was the way it was supposed
to be.  The only way.  Me in charge and him doing what I told him to do.

I got up off of him, and grabbing a handful of his hair, pulled him over to
the other lounger as I lay down on it.  Still holding on to his hair, I
pulled him into my chest.

"Lick" was all I said.

"Brett" he said as he looked up at me.  "Please."  I saw that he now had
tears in his eyes, and I have to admit, that turned me on.

"You will do what you're fuckin told" I growled at him.  "Now lick."  I
really didn't figure that this was going to be a big deal for him, because
he'd been peeking at me and lusting over my body for three days.  He knew I
was a god, and he damn well knew I was twice his size, so if he had a
functioning brain he had to know he was going to do whatever I ordered him
to do.

And he did.  He gave my nipple a kiss and then started licking it.  And I
was thrilled.  I knew he was still a little angry, but I also knew that
anger would go away once he really got into the body worship.  As I
mentioned before, everybody wanted a piece of me, the Adonis, and since
this kid had been admiring me for days from next door there was no question
he was going to love worshiping me once I showed him how.

"That's it baby" I swooned.  "Worship my big chest.  Oh yeah.  Just like
that."  Hell.  This kid was really getting into it; licking and sucking and
kissing up a storm as if he'd been doing it all his life.  Surprisingly, he
already seemed to know how to be subservient to a muscle god like me.
Without me even touching him he moved to the other side of my chest and
kept licking and sucking and even rubbing his nose against my rock hard
slabs of muscle.  "Oh yeah baby" I said.  "You know how to make a man feel
good."

I just let him go at it for a while as he moved back and forth between my
bulging pecs, but then I pushed his head lower giving him access to my
ripped abdominals.  Without saying a word he got busy slurping up and down
the hills and valleys of my rugged abs.  Shit was this kid ever good!

"Oh baby.  You are terrific."  Shit, it took me weeks to train Terry, my
last muscle boy to do some of this stuff, but Chris already knew what he
was doing.  This kid was already trained; somebody must have beat me to it.
It was really hot to slap a guy around and teach him to obey and force him
to do what you wanted because the results, once he was well trained, were
terrific.  But hell, this kid was really going at it already.  I'd barely
started the slapping around so it was obvious that he didn't need to be
trained.

"Okay babe.  Time to get acquainted with my prick.  Kiss it" I ordered as I
pushed his head down to my cock.  "Just kiss it babe."  And he did exactly
what I told him, kissing up and down my rigid nine inch pole.  "Oh yeah
babe.  Now lick.  Up and down babe.  Get it wet with that hot tongue of
yours."  And he was game as he obeyed me perfectly by licking up and down
my pole giving me shivers of excitement.  Oh fuck he was good.

But I was hot.  Really hot.  And I wanted to fuck.  Watching a pretty boy
bury his face in your crotch and give a blow job was great but there was
really nothing like fucking a hot muscle boy ass.  I pushed him back and
stood up, and just to show him my strength, I grabbed him by the ass and
shoulders, lifted him up, and lay him down on the lounge chair.  Then I
lifted his legs, put them on my shoulders, and looked him in the eye.

"Gonna fuck you babe" I said giving him an evil look.  Or maybe it was more
like a `lecherous' look.  "You gonna be my slut babe.  You gonna make my
big prick feel good."  There were tears in his eyes but the anger and fear
were gone from his face.  He was simply accepting the inevitable that I was
going to do whatever I wanted.  Grabbing the sun tan lotion, I poured some
out and started working on his ass.  Thank god it was the Hawaiian oil
based type that was more for dark tanning rather than protecting, so it was
really oily and slick.

Chris didn't say a word as I stuck a finger up his tight hole and stared
into his eyes.  God he was pretty.  Those cute blond bangs and green eyes
and those beautiful red lips made him look gorgeous.  He was going to be a
prefect new member of my groupie and I intended to spend a lot of time with
those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.  But right now I was really hot
and ready to fuck that cute little ass of his.

I'd just finished shooting my wad, but as over sexed as I was, I could cum
every ten minutes all day long if I had to.  Chris still didn't say
anything as I kept smiling at him and worked two and then three fingers
into his ass.

"You ever have a cock up that cute little ass of yours Chris?" I asked.
"You ever get fucked?"  He didn't say anything but he got an embarrassed
look on his face.  "Oh shit" I said with a laugh realizing what that meant.
"You have!  You have been fucked."

"Well.  Yeah.  Ahhh... yeah."

"Hot little number like you, it's no wonder somebody beat me to it" I said
as I kept laughing and kept working my three fingers in his hole.  "Baby,
you got an ass that won't quit."  I leaned down and started dueling tongues
with him again.  As we kissed I lined up my super hard ram rod with his
little pucker and pushed, hard.  And, slick as a whistle, the head of my
prick popped into his hole.  "Oh fuck yeah" I mumbled as I pulled away from
the kiss.

"Yeeeaaaooooh.  Easy, easy, easy" Chris screamed.  "Shit man.  Easy."  His
whole face was scrunched up and he was obviously in pain.  But hell, anyone
getting fucked by me for the first time has got some adjusting to do since
I'm not only nine inches long but my fist-like knob opens a guy up wide
when it's forcing its way in.

"Deep breaths baby.  Deep breaths" I said.  "You can take it.  Just relax."
I only had the head of my pecker in him but it was already feeling great
because he was tighter than a drum.  Jesus, taking this tight ass was going
to be a fuck to remember.  I pushed and got another inch or so in him.

"Oh fuck man.  Wait, wait, wait" Chris gasped.  "Please.  Hold on."  He was
panting frantically and gasping for breath so I stopped and just held on
for a moment giving him a chance to try to adjust.  Waiting for at least a
full minute I just looked down at his pretty face.  He wasn't pretty now
though with that look of agony on his face with his eyes squished closed,

But I was hot.  I wanted to make it good for him but my cock was telling me
to get with the program.  And at times like this my cock usually takes
control of the situation.  I pulled back just a smidgen and then pushed
hard, forcing my rod in another couple inches.

"Yeeeaaaooooh" he screamed again.  Shit was he ever tight.  Working the oil
and my three fingers into him had to have loosened him up some, but
obviously not enough to allow my wanger to slide in easily.  But hell, one
way or another, I was going to get it in there.  Pulling back just a
smidgen once more, I forced my monster in another inch.

"Brett, Brett.  No.  No" he howled.  "You're killing me."

"Okay babe.  Okay" I said as I pulled back a couple inches to try to give
him a little relief.  He was sweating and groaning as I just held myself
there with barely two inches of cock in his ass.  My cock wanted to take
over and just ram into him, but with all his yelling and screaming I
guessed maybe he really was hurting.

"Come on babe.  Relax" I whispered.  "You can take it."

"No, no, Brett.  I can't.  Please take it out."  Oh shit.  What a wuss.
I've fucked lots of guys but never had one try to wimp out on me like this.
He was getting me pissed, but I wasn't going to enjoy fucking him if he was
going to be screaming all the time.  And maybe I just hadn't loosened him
up enough.

So; I pulled back and let my rod pop completely out of him.  Grabbing the
sun tan lotion again I pushed some more into his ass and then rubbed a fair
quantity onto my dick.  Then taking aim again, I pushed back into him.  And
it did go in a little easier this time, but it still felt pretty damn good.
Still hot and tight.  Chris didn't scream this time, but was just moaning.
Hell, I could deal with that, so I pushed a couple inches more into him.

"Oh man" he moaned.  "You're so fuckin big."

"Yeah baby" I said with a grin.  "Big cock reaming your ass.  Feels good
babe.  Feels real good."  I must have had four inches or so in him now, so
I pulled back slightly and started pumping really slow, with an easy
fucking motion driving a little deeper into him with each stroke.  Chris
kept moaning, but I knew it couldn't be hurting him that much now.  Once I
got him to open his eyes and really look at me he was going to realize that
having his ass plugged by a demigod like me was worth a little pain and I
was going to get him to beg me to continue.

I knew that adding this kid to my entourage was going to be fabulous.  He
was so good looking with a hunky body that wouldn't quit, that just looking
at him while I dominated him and fucked him was an incredible turn-on.  He
was going to be a perfect replacement for muscle boy Terry.

"Open your eyes baby" I swooned.  "Look at your man.  Come on, open `em."
I stopped fucking him momentarily and leaned down and gave him a kiss on
the lips.  "Come on baby.  Open `em up."  Finally he opened them and looked
up at me.  He still had a look of pain on his face and tears in his eyes,
but I gave him one of my dazzling smiles.  "You're getting fucked by a god
baby" I said and gave him another kiss.  "A god."

"Oh shit Brett" he moaned.  "You're so fuckin big."

"Oh yeah baby.  You know it.  A cock fit for a king.  And it's yours baby.
It's all yours."

"But it hurts Brett.  It really hurts."

"That's okay baby.  You get fucked by a god you gotta take a little pain.
Pain is good."  I continued smiling at him as I started pumping slowly
again.  "Take it baby" I swooned.  "Yeah baby.  Take my big prick up your
ass."  He had stopped moaning now and was just grunting a little each time
I pushed into him.

"Almost there baby" I said.  "Almost all the way up you tight ass" I
groaned in pleasure.  And then I was there.  All nine inches up his
gorgeous little butt.  "Oh fuck yeah Chris.  All the way in your hot ass."

Chris just stared up into my eyes as I stopped pumping and just held my
cock steady.  "How does it feel babe?" I asked with a grin.  "Biggest damn
cock you've ever seen and it's all the way up your ass?"

"It hurts Brett."

"Yeah babe.  But it's going to get better.  You're going to love it."  Very
gently I pulled back almost all the way until just the tip was still in
him.  Then slowly and gently I pushed all nine plus inches back in.  Oh
shit.  I almost screamed from the pleasure of his hot little ass almost
crushing my cock..  Pulling back, I did it again, very slowly.  "Oh shit
baby" I cried.  "What a hot ass.  Super baby."

Going slow was good but going faster was better, and I started to gradually
speed up my fucking.  Still pulling almost all the way out, I pushed in all
the way to the root.  He was still super tight and squeezing the hell out
of my cock and driving me to new levels of pleasure.

"Keep your eyes open baby" I said and he opened them again and looked in my
face.  I gave him a wicked grin.  "That's it baby.  Watch your man while he
fucks your tight ass.  See how good you're making me feel.  Oh yeah."  I
had to remind him a couple times to keep his eyes open as I fucked because
I wanted him to see and feel and know that he was getting plowed by a
superman, a Hercules, a true Adonis.

"You're getting fucked by a god baby" I said again as I grinned at him.  "A
fucking god."  And now I started moving; speeding up just slightly and
hesitating at the end of each downward thrust.  "Oh yeah baby.  Your ass
was made for my cock.  Fuck yeah!"

Bending down I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, a peck on the nose and a
couple licks.  "You're terrific baby.  You're making my cock go crazy."  Of
course I was grinning like crazy but he wasn't grinning back at me.  He was
just kind of stoic; kind of like a `I'll put up with this shit but I don't
have to like it' look.  "Come on baby.  Come on" I said.  "It ain't so bad
is it?  Come on.  Tell me it doesn't hurt."

"You are so fuckin huge Brett" he whimpered.  "You're tearing me apart."
Humping into him one more time, I just stopped for a moment with all nine
inches crammed up his butt.

"It's got to be good baby.  You've got to love it." Just holding my cock in
him without moving, I leaned down and kissed him again.  "Baby.  You ain't
never seen anybody like me before.  You're damn well lucky to be fucked by
a god.  Take a look baby.  Look at me."  As I said that I lifted up
slightly and raised my monster arms into a double bicep pose and expanded
my massive chest.  "A god baby" I said.  "A god damn muscle god."

Chris just looked at me for a moment, but then the look on his face seemed
to change from one of pain into what I thought might have been awe.  I
think he was finally over the worst of the pain and was beginning to really
look at me and recognize that I actually was a god.  "A little pain is good
babe when you're getting fucked by a superman.  What'daya think?  Tell me
babe.  Tell me."

"Shit Brett.  You're so big.  You're incredible."

"Yeah baby I'm big.  I'm big everywhere.  But I'm also gorgeous.  Just look
at this body" I said as I continued flexing my big bi's.  "You ain't seen
nothin like this before."

"Okay Brett.  You're gorgeous."

Zowee!!  Nirvana!!  He wanted me.  He wanted me to fuck him.  He wanted to
worship me.

"Oh yeah baby" I screamed.  "Oh yeah.  This muscle man's gonna fuck you
like you never been fucked before."  Dropping my bicep pose and lifting him
slightly, I reached behind him and released his hands.  I was positive he
was not going to give me any trouble now.  Then I bent down and started a
spit exchanging kiss with him as I slowly began to fuck him again.

And now it was time to get down to business.  He wasn't hurting much, or at
least he was putting up with it, and he seemed to know that being used by
the most gorgeous guy he'd ever seen was an honor.  "Get your hands on my
chest babe" I said.  "Feel your man's muscles as he fucks you."  And that's
what he did; reaching up and rubbing his hands over my massive pecs.

Even though I'd been holding still I was rock hard and hot, and knew I
could come at any time.  I was ready.  So now I started really slamming it
to him and was getting a loud grunt from him each time I banged into his
butt.  And then, I'll be damned if this lounge chair didn't collapse just
like the other one.  Chris let out a yell as I landed on him evidently
knocking the wind out of him, but I didn't give a shit because I was too
far gone, and I just kept slamming it to him.  His hands moved to my
rounded caps of deltoid muscle, but he couldn't stop feeling me up.  There
was no question he was a real muscle freak and it seemed that he was
beginning to love being dominated by a perfect Adonis like me.

I was going hot and fast now, really slamming it in.  Chris was staring
into my eyes with a look of awe and perhaps even adoration as his hands had
now moved to my triceps as I slammed my prick into him.

And then it happened.  "Oooooh Fuuuucccck" I screamed as I banged it to him
one final time and fired my first shot deep in his ass.  "Fuck, fuck,
fuck."  All my pleasure senses were screaming in ecstasy as I fired my gism
into him and flashes of delight were shooting through me from the tip of my
toes to my brain and back again.

"Yeeeaaaoooh" I yelled as I grabbed Chris' shoulders and almost crushed him
to me as I fired time after time into his hot ass.

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A half hour later we were just lying on the grass, Chris' head on my
shoulder.  When I finished fucking him I'd noticed that his little prick
was fully hard, so I did my duty and jerked him off.  We'd hardly said
anything since then but had just been lying there next to each other in the
nude, kissing occasionally.

"You're a gorgeous kid Chris" I said finally, giving him another kiss.
"Really terrific.  I loved fucking you.  You're gonna be my new boy.
Okay?"

"Mmmmm..." Chris murmured as he just lay there taking in the sun.

"Yeah you are" I laughed.
 "Cute little thing like you with those pretty lips and a really hot ass; I
ain't letting you get away now."

"Do I have any say in this?" Chris asked with a quizzical look on his face.
But I think there might have been a twinkle in his eye as well.

"Hell no you don't" I said, grinning at him and then giving him another
kiss.  "You just got requisitioned to keep my prick happy babe.  And these
muscles of mine gonna need a lot of attention from that hot tongue of yours
as well."

"Okay Brett.  Whatever you say" he answered as he leaned over and gave my
pec a kiss.  "Whatever you say."

"Yeah baby.  These muscles going to keep you busy" I said as I put my hand
on his head holding him against my pec as he started to lick.

Dominating a hot muscle boy and slapping him around as I forced him to
serve me had always been my image of a perfect sexual relationship, but
perhaps I could reconsider.  Having a hot muscle boy as a willing worshiper
instead of a reluctant one that I had to rough up to get to obey me, might
be pretty great as well.  Since Chris was such a hunk and so cooperative, I
was certainly willing to give it a try.

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Author's note: Any interest in a continuation of this story?  I have a hazy
outline about the father and the other brother next door, but I'm not sure
if anyone is interested.

Does anyone what to know who the first guy was that took Chris' ass?  Let
me know if I should continue.