Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2015 11:48:08 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Teacher, My Pet 14

This story is about the adventures of JD, a very muscular dominant young
man as he manipulates and controls his high school teachers, his family
members, and others around him.  This story is total fantasy and is for
entertainment purposes only, and the author in no way intends it to
represent any form of reality.  If you don't like stories about heavy
dominance and submission you probably won't like it.  If you are not of
legal age, please don't read it.



My Teacher, My Pet

Chapter 14

So, it had been four days now that I'd been living back at home.  It wasn't
all negative because my Mom was a better cook than Carl.  Carl was okay but
my Mom knew how to make everything I like.  Mom and Dad were trying to
handle me with kid gloves but I admit I was difficult to deal with.  It
seemed like every time Dad opened his mouth I'd jump on him, but I didn't
want to be there and they were the ones who had to deal with my
frustrations.

"James Degan" my father said hesitantly.  Yeah, hesitantly because chances
were I'd bite his head off.  "James Degan, you left your scooter in the
driveway again.  I've asked you to put it off to the side so I can get the
car in."

"I forgot" I said and continued eating.

"That's the third time, James."

"I said I forgot" I snapped.

"But why didn't you come when I called you" he said reasonably.  "You must
have heard me.  I had to move it myself."

"I was busy" I said.  "Did it kill you to move it?"

"That's not the point, James.  I've asked you not to put it in the
driveway."

"Will you shut up about it, for god's sake" I growled at him, and now I
stared into his eyes.  "It ain't no big deal and if you don't like it you
can park in the street."

"James Degan, please."  That came from my Mom.  My father didn't act angry,
just frustrated with me.

"Will you stop hassling me?  I've told you before about not hassling me."
I glared at my Mom and then at my Dad.  I was done eating so I stood up.
"I'll move out of here as soon as I can, but in the meantime remember that
I told you not to bug me.  I don't know why you insist on pissing me off
all the time.  Just leave me alone."  I hesitated for a moment letting that
sink in.  "Just remember what happened last year."  Neither one of them
said anything.  That was a low blow.

"And, Dad" I said sweetly, just to be an asshole.  "The next time you move
my scooter, use the kick standard.  Don't lean it against the wall."  This
was even lower.  I gave him an innocent smile and left the room.

It was last year when I had a confrontation with my Dad, and had thrown him
up against the wall and told him in no uncertain terms what he could do and
what he couldn't do.  He'd been meek as a mouse ever since.  Until now.
Until now that I'd moved back in.  He hadn't really adjusted to my moving
back in yet, and I was wondering if I was going to have to use stronger
measures to remind him of how I expected him to act.  What I expected from
him was to leave me alone and not give me any crap.

Okay, so I was being an asshole.  I knew it.  I also knew I was going to
have to consider apologizing to them because I'd definitely gone too far
this time.  But I was so frustrated that I couldn't help myself.

I was going crazy with desire, and Carl even more so.  He was incredibly
depressed.  I knew I shouldn't have been the one complaining because he now
had his mother (actually step-mother), his sister, and two kids crammed
into his two bedroom apartment.  Being a good step-son, he let his mother
have his bed and he slept on the sofa.

It was a terrible situation, particularly since we'd had just over two
months of blissful freedom, and we'd now had to give it up.  It was very
painful for both of us.  So, there was no reason to put it off any longer.
I decided to make a play for Mr. Stickle.

Putting on my seduction cap, I went to his classroom after the last bell.

 "Hello, Mr. Stickle" I said as I entered his room and closed the door
behind me.  He looked at me in surprise and had to wonder why I closed the
door.

"Y-y-y-yes?" was all he said but I could already see that he was
intimidated, or at least surprised.

Remember?  I'm a hunk.  The first thing that comes to a person's mind when
they see me is `what a hunk'.  I knew Mr. Stickle had been deliberately
looking the other way when we passed in the hallway, but confronting him in
his own classroom forced him to look.  Yes, he looked up in surprise, but
that look immediately changed to something else.  Consternation perhaps, or
maybe alarm.

He stood up.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Stickle" I said, giving him a smile.  "I'm a student
here.  I play football and Mr. Bryan's my coach."  Of course I was a
student.  Didn't I say I had a baby face?  I may have had the body of a man
but my face still gave me away as a boy.  Mr. Stickle just stood there
frozen.  Anytime you tell a person not to be afraid, you bet your ass you
put the fear of God in them and they are going to be afraid.  "I just
wanted to talk to you, Mr. Stickle."  I walked up to his desk.

I was dressed to seduce.  My snug baby-blue muscle shirt, really snug, and
matching biker's shorts, so my muscles were showing in all their glory, and
those shorts didn't hide much of anything either.

"What can I do for you, JD" he said, his voice shaking.  I think it was
shaking.  I was already sure he was lusting over me so of course he knew my
name.  Hell, I was the most popular kid around so everybody knew my name.
And, besides, I was probably the main character in his wet dreams.

"First of all, you can sit down so I can talk to you" I said.  What may
have been a look of perplexity on his face now turned to one of shock.

"What?"

"I said, sit down" I ordered him.  I put my hand on his chest and gave him
a slight push, and he sat back down in the swivel chair.

"JD, I... I... I..." he sputtered.

"You don't have to say anything, Larry" I said giving him a big grin.  "I
know you're hot for me."  I raised my arms and preformed the double bicep
pose.  "Pretty impressive for a gay kid, heh?  Pretty impressive for any
sixteen year old kid."

"JD. What are you doing?" he asked.

"From one gay guy to another," I said, "I'm showing you the merchandise."
Pulling my muscle shirt off and dropping it on the floor, I performed the
`most muscular' pose.  "What do you think, Larry?  Does this turn you on?"

Hey, I ain't stupid, but then again, I sometimes get carried away with
myself.  I was pretty sure he was going to get that look of amazement which
I was so familiar with.  Hell, everybody got that look when I starting
flexing for them.

But I didn't get that look of lust from Mr. Stickle.  The shocked look was
gone but it was beginning to look like he was angry.  He wasn't turned on
yet.  So I pulled my shorts down and let my dick spring out.

"It's a beauty ain't it?" I crooned as I twisted my hips making it bounce
around.  "Ten inches, baby.  Ten fuckin inches."

"JD" he said.  "What do you think you're doing?"  Yes, he glanced at my
dick, but now he was looking me in the face.

I almost laughed aloud.  It was pretty damn clear to me what I was doing.
I was waiting for that look of lust to appear on his face and then I was
going to fuck me another teacher.

"You're gay, Mr. Stickle" I said.  "I know it even if you're trying to hide
it.  I am too and I'm proud of it.  And, I'm proud of this ten inch dick of
mine."  I reached down and diddled with it getting it to start growing.

"Yes, I'm gay" he snapped as he stood up again, and I was surprised to see
that he was angry.  "And I've never tried to hide it.  But who do you think
you are?  Just because I'm gay you think I should be wild about your no
doubt impressive penis?"

"Mr. Stickle..." I started to say.

"Put that thing away" he said angrily.  "And get out of my classroom."

"Look at it, Larry" I said desperately.  This was not going at all well,
not the way I expected.  "You ain't never seen a dick like this one.
Doesn't it turn you on?"

"I said, put it away" he roared.  "Since you're gay I'll give you the
benefit of the doubt.  Get out of my classroom right now and I won't report
this.  Otherwise, there is going to be hell to pay."

"Mr. Stickle" I said desperately as I pulled on my growing dick, but he
wasn't even looking at it.

"Get the hell out of my room" he shouted.

So, I zipped up, grabbed my shirt, and got the hell out.

I was pretty sure he wouldn't have reported me no matter what.  It would
have simply been too awkward.  Me, a sixteen year old spitting image of
every girl's and every gay man's wet dream, and him, a gay teacher.
Chances are they'd take my word over his, but I wasn't about to take that
chance.  Obviously, gay or not, Mr. Stickle was immune to my beauty and my
charm, and he was a teacher to stay away from.

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I didn't see Carl until the next afternoon, Well, actually, I saw him
during second period math class but we couldn't talk and he'd seen my dick
enough that I didn't need to show it to him during class.  Lawrence was
always trying to get me to pull it out, but of course it wasn't as exciting
as it used to be.

But when I told Carl about Mr. Stickle, he roared with laughter.  It was
very embarrassing.  That had never happened to me before.  The people I
went after always seemed to want me as much or more as I wanted them, so
I'd never been rejected.  Well, almost never.  I mean, there, was that one
time that.....  And, well, there was that other time when I ....  Okay,
just let me just say I was almost never rejected.

But Carl had a surprise for me.

"My mother and sister are taking the kids to `Six Flags' on Saturday" he
said.

"Oh shit, really?" I said with excitement.  "That's fabulous."

"They're going to take my car, but I don't think we'll be needing the car
anyway" he laughed.

"You bet we won't need the car" I said as I grabbed my crotch and leered at
him.  The fact that I was going to visit Troy and get my `all day blowjob'
went completely out of my mind.

But I received two e-mails from Troy late in the week even though I told
him not to bug me.  I was going to answer him but somehow didn't get around
to it.  The big surprise was the e-mail from Trace.  Trace asked me if he
could join us on Saturday.

I guess I'd better bring you up to date on Trace.  Trace was the younger
brother of my buddy Ken.  I screwed him and his twin sister Stacey the same
afternoon, supposedly to let Ken off the hook for a promised blowjob.

He and Stacey had been pests ever since, wanting me to fuck them again.
Hey, I told you I'm popular.  I pick and choose who I want to fuck, and
most all of them beg me to do it again.  That's just the way it is, man.
Okay, so I'm spoiled and live the good life and screw most anyone I want,
but I'm gorgeous and I work my ass off in the gym every day to keep my damn
near perfect physique growing and looking better and better.  So I deserve
the attention I get.  If there were anybody else around that looked like
me, they'd deserve it too.

Trace was a budding bodybuilder and was coming right along for a thirteen
year old.  After begging me over and over and getting his father working on
his behalf, I finally let him workout with me a few times.  His father was
my coach, Coach Bryan, and I'd fucked him too.  And, yeah, I think he'd
jump at the chance if I offered to do him again.  To be honest, I'd only
fucked him for the challenge because I certainly didn't want to do him
again.  He was old, and he was overweight.

I liked hunky kids, and other than Carl, I seldom fucked anybody that was
actually of legal age.  Yeah, that's true.  I'm only sixteen myself and I
was busy working my way through the hunky ones in my high school that were
my age or younger.  Only when I went to the park did I fuck anyone over
eighteen.

Coach Bryan was a good coach, and I admit that after fucking him, I kinda
put the screws to him to get him to coach me in my bodybuilding.  So, this
was part of the deal of letting Trace workout with me.  Let me tell you
there ain't nothing like having a full time coach watching and critiquing
every rep you make and making sure they're done to absolute perfection.
Coach Bryan believed that heavy weights were less important than doing the
exercises slowly and strictly so he was a fanatic about using perfect form.
No jerking or swinging the weights when he was around.

Actually, it was probably unfair of me to let Trace workout with me because
I was such a distraction. He'd basically spend two hours lusting over my
sweaty muscles and I wouldn't let him touch me.  I think he had to buy
extra jockstraps to hold in his constant hard-ons.

Trace also had a game he played with me.  Every time he saw me he'd stick
out his tongue and wiggle it side to side, and then laugh.  Oh yeah, I knew
what he wanted to do with that tongue so I'd laugh along with him.  But I
hadn't let him do it yet.  I liked Trace and I definitely intended to fuck
him again, but I just hadn't gotten around to it.  I mean, I had Carl every
day and there were always newbie's available that wanted my dick.  I was
busy.  My dick was busy.

So, anyway, I was surprised to hear that Trace wanted to join me at Troy's
apartment on Saturday.  That means that Troy already told him we were going
to get together.  But why would I be surprised; they were best friends and
probably competitive, so Troy was simply bragging that he'd already had me
and was going to get me again.  Trace hadn't managed that yet, as much as
he'd tried, and had to be envious.  So he wanted to get in on the action.
I wonder if Troy knew Trace had sent me an e-mail?

I thought it sounded interesting: Troy and Trace together.  A thirteen year
old and a fourteen year old. Two little 110 pound twinks competing with
each other to see who could satisfy me the most.  Sounded like fun.
Sounded like great fun.

Troy texted be twice before Saturday and then again Saturday morning, even
though I told him not to badger me.  And actually, I forgot to answer him
back until I was almost ready to go to Carl's place.  So I texted him and
cancelled and I suppose it sounded like I was rather curt about it.  I was
already supposed to be there, and all I texted was: `I can't make it today.
Later.'

But, hell, as hot as he was for me he wouldn't make a fuss.  In fact he'd
probably find a way to blame it on himself and apologize to me.  I was a
god to him, and gods are allowed to cancel.

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When I arrived at my Carl's apartment, my former apartment, there he was.
On his knees in his slave collar and his G-string, and I could see he was
quivering with excitement.  Hell, I was quivering with excitement too.

"Shit, you look good down there" I said grinning like a mad man.  Carl
didn't look up but I could see he was grinning as well.  I stepped up in
front of him.  "Shoes" I said.  Actually I was only wearing sandals so it
only took a few seconds for him to remove them.  I didn't say anything but
just waited.  And waited, and waited.  Carl was waiting for direction of
course, and I wasn't giving him any.

Finally, after at least two minutes, he spoke.  "May I kiss your feet,
Master?"

I got chills up and down my spine.  "Yes, you may" I said with glee.  Carl
bent down and kissed each foot, and then started licking them.  I gave him
only a few seconds before I stepped away, went over and sat on the sofa.
Carl still hadn't looked up at me, and now keeping his eyes on the floor,
he crawled over on hands and knees and started licking again.

This Master/Slave thing was awesome, and Carl liked it as much or more than
I did.  You wouldn't believe the number of times he'd get so turned on that
he'd shoot his load without even touching himself.  I didn't jerk him off
but I didn't need to, and actually he didn't want me to.  He saw my duty as
a Master as being above that.  The slave does the work and the Master
accepts his labor.  A slave serves his Master, not the reverse.

Sometimes, after I'd shot my load, I'd let him lick my pecs or biceps or
even my quads while he jerked off.  Or sometimes we'd get down and dirty,
and I'd make him lick my ass or worship my armpits while he masturbated.
He loved that, but I didn't do it often because I wanted to keep it special
for him, and for me. Then, other times when I was in to mood, I'd get up
and go through some muscle poses, flexing my muscles and putting on a show
while watching him watching me and lusting over me as he beat off.

But right now he was busy worshiping my feet.  I'm not wild about foot
worship, but it sure emphasizes the lowliness of your submissive.  I think
there is nothing that underscores a submissives position like worshiping
his dom's feet, except maybe, worshiping his ass.  I may not be totally
into foot worship, but I love what it represents.

"Where's your leash?" I asked gruffly. He raised his head and looked at me,
finally.  He didn't say anything but he had some kind of smirk on his face.
Reaching under the cushion next to me, he pulled out the black leather
leash.  I couldn't help but laugh.

"You little shit" I laughed.  He had planned ahead and planted it there
just in case I asked for it.  I knew he was gloating inside for putting one
over on me.  "Maybe I should punish you for being a smart ass" I said.

He looked up into my eyes and held up the leash.  But he couldn't keep the
smile off his face and neither could I.  I slapped him.  Not hard, but just
enough to sting.  Then I bent down and kissed him.

"You're wonderful, Carl" I said earnestly.  I attached the leash to his
collar and got up.  "Come along puppy" I said as I headed for the bedroom.

"Thank you, Master" he said as he crawled along behind me.

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"Carl, I have a favor to ask" I said softly as we lay there side by side on
the bed.

"Hmmm" he murmured, half asleep.

"I'm going to take a shower" I said.

"Okay" he murmured.

"But I need a favor.  You have to do something for me."

"Ah, what?" he said, now beginning to wake up.  "What?  A favor?"

"Yeah.  Ken's coming over, and I need you to stay under cover for a while."

"Ken?" he said.  Now he was fully awake.  "Ken who?"

"Ken Bryan, Coach's son.  You know him.  I think he's in one of your
classes."

"Ken Bryan, yeah" he responded.  "Why is he coming here?"

"I'm going to fuck him" I said simply.

"JD ,,,," he started to say, but I interrupted him.

"Now don't get all bent out of shape" I said.  "I know what you're going to
say.  But, I'm going to fuck him today, here.  I ain't asking you, I'm just
letting you know."

JD ..." he tried again.

"Not a word, Carl" I said to him.  "We have an arrangement.  I can do what
I want and fuck who I want.  You know that.  So don't ruin the day by
arguing with me.  He'll be here in half an hour."

"But I thought we had ..." he stuttered.  "I thought we were going to spend
the day together?"

"We are.  Nothing's changed" I said calmly.  "I just need an hour with Ken,
that's all."

"What do you mean nothing's changed" he said.  "Of course it's changed.  I
went all out to get My Mom out of the house today, JD, just so we could be
together.  I had to almost push her out the door.  This was going to be our
day.  How could you do this?"

"It ain't no big deal, Carl" I said.  "I been needing to do Ken for a while
and today was the perfect day."

"JD, how could you do this to me?" he groused.  "How could you do this to
us?"

"Stop making a big deal about it" I growled, beginning to get perturbed.
"It's just for a half hour or so."

"JD, why today?" he said in a shocked voice.  "Our only day together?"

"Will you stop it" I said.  Now I was starting to get angry.  "You're
beginning to piss me off."

"JD, please" he blubbered, and I saw he had tears in his eyes.  "How could
you?"

"That's just enough, Carl" I growled at him.  "I don't have to answer to
you, so shut up."

"JD" he pleaded.  "You're not being fair."

He really was pissing me off now.  I knew In advance that he was going to
give me a bad time over this because he'd done it before, but I hated it
when he tried to double guess me.  And look how nice I was about it.  I
didn't just throw it in his face because I know he's always jealous, but I
asked him nicely to do me a favor.  I tried to be nice about it.

I didn't answer to him, and he had no right to question me.  He knows he's
not allowed to question me.  But He simply refuses to learn that I make the
decisions and he has to accept them.  I don't give a fuck if he likes it or
not, I just expect him to accept it and not hassle me.

"You going to give me a shower or not?" I snapped at him.  I was mad now.

He didn't say anything but just lay there looking at me with this look of
unbelief in his eyes.

I turned and headed for the bathroom.  Fuck him.  I didn't need him to give
me a shower.  The damn little prick.  I only let him give me a shower
anyway because he loved it so much.  If he wanted to be a prick, so be it.

He came into the bathroom almost right behind me, but I told him to get the
hell out.  He was going to have to make it up to me for being a bitch, and
I wasn't going to make it easy.

Now, let me tell you about Ken.

I knew his schedule, and I stopped him just outside the schoolyard the
other day.

"Ken, wait up" I said.  He stopped when he heard me and waited until I came
up.

"What's up?" he asked as I stopped in front of him.  I didn't say anything,
but just stared into his face, making him nervous.  "Ahhh, JD.  Ahhh,
what's up?" he asked again.  I still didn't say anything.

Then I saw enlightenment appear in his eyes.  He suddenly realized what was
wrong.

"Oh, shit, JD" he said in a semi-pleading tone of voice.  "I don't know
what you heard, but I didn't say anything."

"I'm a wimp?" I asked.  "Is that it?  I'm a wimp?"

"JD, listen ..."  I slammed him in the stomach, knocking him back.  "JD,
please.  I'm sorry" he gasped.  I slugged him again and he went down on his
butt this time.  He didn't bother getting up but stayed there looking up at
me.

"Please, JD, I didn't say it that way" he pleaded.  "Stuart said that you
were a cock...  Ahhh, all I said was ..."  I didn't believe in kicking a
guy when he'd down, so I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him.  I wasn't
gentle and that brought instant tears to his eyes.

"You're a real prick, Ken" I said, "and you've got a big mouth."

"It was Stuart, JD.  It wasn't me" he whimpered.  "He's the one that was
saying stuff."

Stuart was a nice guy and I liked him, but he had become one of my lackeys.
He worshiped and envied my strength and dominating personality, and
followed me around all the time like a puppy.  So it was no wonder he'd
told me about the conversation he heard.

It's a story not worth repeating, but Ken had owed me a blowjob.  However,
he turned me on to his younger twin brother and sister and I'd fucked both
of them instead.  So, I'd more or less let Ken off the hook.  Somehow, my
not making him blow me had given him a macho image of himself, and he had
decided to trash talk me to his friends.

I find it hard to believe that he was so stupid as to think I wouldn't hear
about it, and make him pay.  He knew better than anybody that I never let
the least slight go by.  I always got even, and that's why he owed me a
blowjob in the first place.

He didn't say anything, but he was crying as I looked down at him.

"I'm sorry, JD" he whined.  "I'm sorry."  It's easy for a guy to be sorry
after the fact when there's hell to pay, and I wasn't sure just how sorry
he was.  I grabbed his hair again.  "Please, JD" he whimpered, expecting me
to hit him again.

Instead, I spit on him, hitting him right between the eyes.  "Just how
sorry are you?" I growled.

"Please, JD.  I didn't mean anything by it.  I didn't."

"Sounded to me like you think I'm a wimp, Ken.  That's what it sounded like
to me."

"I know you're not, JD" he pleaded.  "Everybody knows that."

"Remember that blowjob you owed me, Ken?  Remember?"

"Please, JD."

"I'm pretty sure you remember.  Well, it's back on the schedule.  Either
that or I'm going to beat the shit out of you every afternoon for the next
couple weeks, and I'll start right now.  I might give you the choice."  I
grabbed him by the arms, lifted him up off the ground and pushed him
against a tree, keeping a hand against his chest.  "We're buddies, Ken.
We've been buddies.  I like you.  How could you do this?"

"Shit, I'm sorry, JD" he sniffled.  "I didn't mean it.  I was just talking.
I didn't mean it."

"But you said it, Ken" I said reasonably.  "You said it.  How could you?
How could you say that about me, your friend?"

"I'm sorry, JD.  I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean it and I won't do it
again."

"Oh, I'm sure you won't do it again" I said.  "I'll make sure of that."  He
wasn't really crying but the tears were dripping down his face as he looked
at me.  He looked so bedraggled that I almost felt sorry for him.

"I'm going to give you an address, Ken" I said, "and you're going to meet
me on Saturday at noon.  And we're going to have a talk."

"JD, I ..."

"I hope you're listening carefully, Ken" I said sternly "because I don't
think you understand how angry I am with you.  And you cannot imagine how
upset I will be if you're not there on Saturday, or if you're late.  You
don't want that to happen.  You definitely don't want that to happen."

He didn't say anything, but the tears were still dripping, and I had
finally got through to him.  He looked terrified.

"Saturday at noon, Ken.  Got it?" I said.  "We'll talk and decide what to
do about this.  Okay?"

"Yes, JD.  Okay.  Yes" he answered.  "I'm really sorry, JD."

"You'll be a whole lot sorrier if you're not at this address at noon on
Saturday."  I scribbled down Mr. Jameson's address and gave it to him.

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Now let me tell you something.  I think Ken wanted to suck me.

I know that sounds crazy but it's true.  Back before I took his brother and
sister he moaned and groaned and cried about having to blow me, and I let
him slide.  But his attitude changed a little after that, and somehow, and
I can't tell you quite why, somehow I got the idea he was jealous of his
brother.  He was jealous that I'd fucked his brother.

Just like most everybody, Ken was infatuated with my physique, but Trace
was absolutely wild about me, simply stunned and overwhelmed when he first
saw my body.  And he was very vocal about it.  Ken told me he talked about
little else for a couple weeks after I fucked him.

Even after all our differences, Ken and I were buddies.  Semi-buddies.  We
were both on the football team and the wrestling team.  We saw each other
all the time.  But I was the bigshot and everybody knew it.  I knew Ken was
envious of my physique, my dominating personality, and my popularity.

But after fucking his siblings, I saw a change in the way he looked at me.
The envy was still there, but I could see that he had a little yearning in
his eyes.  He either wanted to be me, or to be like me, or he simply wanted
me.  I mean, I get that all the time, people `wanting` me.  They're not
sure what it is they want, but subconsciously they want whatever I'll give
them; they want to worship me, and probably want to get fucked by me.

Ken wanted me.  Maybe he thought some of my popularity would rub off on
him. He wanted to be me, but I knew he'd take whatever I was willing to
give him, and what I was intending to give him was a hot fuck.

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I was still mad at Carl when I got back from the shower.  He was sitting on
the side of the bed looking contrite when I came back into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, JD" he said.  I ignored him and went to the closet.

"JD.  Today was supposed to be ,,,," he started.

"WHAT?" I roared at him.  The little shit was still trying to argue with
me.  I couldn't believe it.  "Are you still arguing with me?  Are you out
of your fuckin mind?" I shouted.  "I'm going to totally kick your ass after
Ken leaves."

I think then he saw how angry I was, and realized his mistake.

"JD, please.  I'm sorry.  Please.  Listen.  I'm sorry."  He was finally
trying to make up with me but it was kind of late now.

"Shut up and keep the hell out of my way" I growled at him.  He shut up and
just watched as I slipped into a pair of tight boxers and a skin tight
muscle shirt.

I glanced at him before I left and saw that his eyes were filled with
tears, but I didn't give a damn because he can't talk to me that way.  He
now had an hour to contemplate on the way he'd acted and he damn well
better be extremely apologetic when I got back, or I was going to totally
kick his ass.  There was no excuse for him pissing me off like this.

I walked out and slammed the door.

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

Ken was already there when I opened the front door.  I'd told him in no
uncertain terms that he'd better not be late, so I knew he'd be there.

I just stood there for fifteen or twenty seconds, making him nervous.  Then
I slapped him, fairly hard.  He didn't say anything, but just took it and
didn't move.  I waited a few more seconds and I know he was expecting me to
hit him again, but he didn't move.

I grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him into the room.

"JD ..." he started to say.

"Shut up" I growled at him.  I went over and sat on the sofa and just
stared at him.  There was a long pause.

"I said I was sorry" he said softly.

"I told you to shut up" I snapped.  Now there was a long, long silence.
Several minutes long.  I was turning Ken into a nervous wreck.

"Strip" I said.  He just stared at me in surprise.

"Wha...?: he said.  I gave him a minute to think about it.

"Strip or I'll kick your ass first and then make you strip" I said as I
stood up.

"JD" he whispered.

"STRIP" I yelled.  "NOW."

That got his attention, me yelling at him.  He got down on the floor and
started removing his shoes and socks and looked up at me.  I just stared,
not saying anything, so he removed his shirt and shorts still looking at
me.  He stood back up in only his underwear and waited.

"Do you know the seven compulsories?" I asked.

"Ahhh ...  Yes, JD.  Yes I do" he said.

"Do them" I ordered him.

So he started posing, starting with the front double bicep pose.  Ken had a
very nice body, very muscular.  But Coach Bryan made all his wrestlers and
his football players work their asses off in the weight room so all of them
were built.  Ken was doing very well.

From the double bicep, he went to the lat spread, and then to the side
chest.  Ken was beautiful.  Not really big like me yet, but he was getting
there.  Give him a couple years and he was going to be amazing.

As he posed I pulled my dick out of my boxers and started playing with it,
getting it hard.  Ken didn't say anything, but his eyes bugged out as he
saw me playing with it, and now he had an inkling of what was coming.

"Do them again, and slower" I said after he finished the seven poses.  By
the time he finished doing them a second time I was fully hard.  Ten full
fat inches of man prick sticking up from my crotch.  I stood up, and with
some difficulty, stuffed my prick back into the boxers leaving an enormous
bulge.  That's why I wear stretch underwear.

"Come here" I said, and he stepped over to me.  Looking him in the eye, I
took his left hand and put it on my huge bulge.  I held him there but he
didn't do anything but just look at me.

"What do you do with a prick when you've got it in your hand?" I growled at
him.  Now he started to squeeze it and pull on it.  I just let him go at
it.  "Nice prick, hey?" I asked.

He didn't say anything at first, but then whispered: "yeah, JD".

"You think you can handle it?" I asked.  "JD's big pecker?"

He didn't respond but he also didn't stop fondling it.  I let this go for
several minutes, the two of us standing face to face with him playing with
my dick.  Then I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed down.

There was no doubt he knew what was coming.  He knew it when he got up this
morning.  He knew it before I even opened the apartment door.  He knew it
the other day when I told him to be here.  The question was: was I going to
have to force him.  It didn't matter all that much to me since we both knew
I could take him, and besides, I enjoyed using force.  Some of my favorite
sexual adventures were when I'd forced myself on a guy.  Hell, I'm a
dominant and there's nothing I like better than proving it by forcing a guy
to do my bidding.

I kept pushing on his shoulders, until finally, he allowed himself to sink
to his knees.  I let him stay there with my bulging briefs in his face as
he continued playing with my dick.  He wasn't looking in my eyes now, but
was staring at my big bulge in his face.  I put my hands on my hips.

"Get your hand off my dick" I said and he put his hand down.  Now he looked
up at me, questioning.  I hesitated before saying anything more.  Then I
said: "use your mouth".

I knew this was going to be hard for him.  If I made him do it he could
still keep the macho image he had of himself because he was being forced,
but doing it voluntarily, that was another matter.  I waited.

"Don't make me repeat myself" I finally said, and he gave in.  He moved his
head forward and put his lips on the side of my dick.  I felt his tongue
slide back and forth a couple times.  "That's it, keep it up."

So, we were over the hump.  It was all downhill from here-on.  I still
hadn't decided whether to fuck him or just accept the blowjob, but I'd play
it by ear, depending on how good of a cocksucker he was.

I just stood there for a good ten minutes, maybe more, letting him suck on
my prick, getting the front of my boxers soaked with his spit and my
pre-cum which was soaking through.

"Okay, payback time, Ken" I said.  "Finally.  Pull them down.  Get those
boxers off of me."  He took his mouth off my prick and looked up at me.  I
already said it was all downhill from here-on, but I didn't expect to see
that look in his face.  Worship.  Yeah, worship.  He had the most
submissive look on his face that you could imagine and I think he was ready
to do anything, absolutely anything I wanted him to do.  I recognized that
look.  I got that look all the time.  There was no doubt about it.

I was sure of it.  This was what he'd been waiting for.  Ever since I'd
taken his brother, he'd wanted this, but couldn't show it.  But now, now
that I was forcing him, he was right where he'd been wanting to be; on his
knees in front of me.

He pealed my boxers down over my thighs and off so I could step out of
them.  I saw that adoring look in his eyes, and I knew I could do anything
to him and he'd take it.  Putting a hand on each side of his head and
holding him steady, I started wagging my dick back and forth in front of
his face.  He stuck out his tongue and was barely able to touch it as I
swung it in front of him.  Then I pressed forward hitting him in the eye
with it.  It slid off and skidded along the side of his face.  I pulled
back and did it again, hitting him in the eye, but this time I kept
pushing, sliding my dick along the side of his face and then pressing my
balls against his nose.  Holding his head, I pushed harder, mashing my
crotch into his face.  I humped against him a couple times as I held him
there.

Then I took my hands away.  He pulled his head back and looked up again.
The same look was there.  A look of adoration.  "Suck it, Ken" I said
softly.  "Suck JD's big cock."

I don't know if Ken had ever sucked a cock before, but he told me he'd
gotten blowjobs from his little brother Trace.  So even if he hadn't done
it, he sure's hell knew how it was done.  The problem with me, and it was a
problem with everybody that does me, is that I'm so big.  Some people like
them this big, the bigger the better but others just find it difficult to
manage.  Then there are those that struggle with it, but are thrilled with
its size, and go at it with gusto and damn near strangle themselves trying
to deal with it.

I hoped Ken would be the latter.

And he was.  From the very first he jammed as much into his mouth as he
could manage, taking a good seven inches and choking on it.  He then pulled
back, took a deep breath, and did it again, choking again.  He kept at it,
taking it deep over and over and over.  He didn't choke every time but he
was swallowing a whole lot of cock for a beginner.  And there was to doubt
he was loving it.  He must have been thinking about this for months,
lusting for it for months, because he was really trying hard to do it well.

I was watching him but he had his eyes closed, and I realized that he had
probably forgotten that I was even there.  He was totally focused on
dealing with that enormous prick in his mouth, and he was doing a hell of a
job.  I was impressed and excited and I was getting hot.  I wasn't forcing
him to do anything, he was going it alone and he was doing a terrific job.
He wasn't quite up to Carl's standards but he was damn close, and Carl had
had a lot of practice.

I just let him go at it.  When it's this good, why mess with it?  I just
kept my hands on my hips and enjoyed the building heat in my loins.

"Oh, shit" I murmured softly.  And then "Oh shit" louder.  It was so good
that I hated to let it go, but I was getting hot.  I either stopped him now
and cooled down a bit, or I let him go to it and bring me off.  But the
feeling was just too great and I couldn't stop him now.  I let him go at it
and bring me to my peak.

"Oh, shit" I said aloud this time, because I was there.  I still didn't
touch him, but moved my hands up behind my neck, stuck out my chest, and
pressed my crotch forward, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth, That got
an extra inch into him and he choked, but he didn't even slow down.  But
now he put both his hands on my ass and held on tight as he kept banging
back and forth on my cock.  This guy was amazing.

I yelled and fired my first shot: "SSSSHHHHHIIIIITTTTT!" I screamed.  Ken
immediately stopped sucking but grabbed my dick with one hand.  Holding it
in his mouth he started jerking it madly with his hand.  I was firing up a
storm and he was swallowing up a storm as my ejaculation went on and on and
he was swallowing every bit of it.  Jesus, was he good.  I was still
screaming with pleasure as I reached the end of my ejaculation, but finally
stopped and started taking some deep breaths.

As I looked down I saw that Ken still had my prick in his mouth, but he
wasn't jerking me anymore.  He also had his eyes open and was looking up at
me.  He had now returned to reality from the fantasy world he had been in
while sucking me, and was looking up into my face.

"Wow" I said as he moved back allowing my prick to slide out of his mouth.
"Wow" I repeated.

Ken smiled up at me and I smiled down at him.  "Where in the hell did you
learn to do that?" I asked in amazement.  "You were terrific."

"It's my secret" he said with a grin.  "Company policy."

"Well, I want to know your secret" I said in amazement.  "I want everybody
to know how to do it like that."  We kept smiling at each other as I pulled
him to his feet.  That's when I saw the big wet spot in his underwear.  He
had shot his load while sucking me.  But why not?  He had to be incredibly
turned on to be able to do what he had just done to me.

"Everything is forgiven, Ken" I said with a laugh.  "You were wonderful."

"So were you, JD" he said.  "You were wonderful."  I'm pretty sure he was
talking about my prick, not me.

"Can I kiss you, Ken?" I asked.  I was always aware of that thing that some
straight guys have about kissing a man.  They'll suck but won't kiss.  Go
figure.  But Ken wasn't that way.

"I'd like that" he said.  We kissed.

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

After Ken left I decided to take a shower before confronting Carl.  Of
course I'd cooled down from our argument, but that didn't change the fact
that he had argued with me.  He had argued endlessly and gotten me angry.
I hated that.

We played the game of slave and master and had wonderful times playing it,
but there should have been some seriousness to it as well.  I was his
Master but he still didn't quite understand what it was like to be my
slave.  I'd done a lot of reading on the internet so I knew how a slave was
supposed to act, and Carl didn't act that way.  I suppose I just hadn't
trained him right.

I know I'm only sixteen and Carl is twenty-five, but I knew more about how
our relationship was supposed to work than he did.  And age didn't matter
anyway, because I was in charge; I was the boss and I made the decisions,
and he was the menial and he had to obey me.  He had to understand that.  I
think the problem was, I wasn't strict enough with him.  I think he needed
some serious discipline.

Yes, I slapped him around and was rough with him, but it was all in good
fun, because we generally laughed while I was doing it.  That was all fine
and good, fun was great, but there are times when we have to be serious.
He had to learn to obey me and not talk back.  And I was in the mood to
beat his ass until he learned what obedience really meant.



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