Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 13:06:49 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Teacher, My Pet 6

Authors Note: Excuse me for this story being so wordy, but I believe erotic
fiction can be a lot of things besides raw sex.  I know that many guys skip
over the `slow' stuff to get to the sex, but as a writer I try to build
images of dominant and submissive situations, which I believe can be more
exciting than just describing the actual sexual event.  I can sometimes
spend a good part of an hour on a paragraph, getting the words just perfect
to present the image I'm trying to project.  I hope you enjoy every word.

Authors Second Note: Please note the bonus story at the end of `My Teacher,
My Pet 6.  It has nothing to do with JD and Carl, but is a side issue about
`The Black Dragon'.

If you are not legally allowed, or you don't like sometimes violent stories
of Domination/Submission, don't read this.  All others read it and enjoy
it.



My Teacher, My Pet 6 - THE COP



I arrived at Mr. Jameson's apartment a couple minutes after twelve, and saw
James, the cop, setting in a Toyota Camry out in front.  I held my hand up
telling him to wait as I entered the building.  I had neglected to tell
Carl that I needed his apartment today, so I had to talk to him first.

When I entered the apartment I saw Carl sitting on the sofa in front of the
TV wearing only a pair of Jockey's and a wife beater.  He also had his
little dick in his hand which was sticking out of the fly of his shorts.
He looked up in surprise when I walked it, and then got the brightest smile
I'd ever seen.  He quickly pushed his dick back into his Jockey's and stood
up.

"Thinking of me were you?" I laughed as I walked in.  "Thinking of me and
jerking off, I bet."

"Hello, JD" he said grinning brightly as he walked up and put his arms
around me.  "Yes, I was thinking of you."  I grabbed his head, turning it
to a kissable angle and gave him a quick kiss and then a pat on the rump.
"I didn't expect you, JD, but I'm glad you're here."

"You're not going to be when you hear what I have to say" I said as I
pushed him backwards across the room making him back pedal until he finally
flopped back down on the sofa.  I got on my knees straddling him and
sitting on his thighs.

"What's that?" he said in surprise.  "How could I not be happy to see you?"
I pushed his head back and petted his hair as I looked into his eyes.

"Remember that cop from Friday night?" I asked.  The smile on his face
disappeared immediately and he looked surprised.  "I told him to meet me
here at noon today.  I forgot to tell you."

"JD" he said in surprise.  "You can't ...  I mean, you shouldn't ... I
mean, how ..."

"Yeah.  He's outside waiting for me.  He's really cute and I'm gonna fuck
him.  Sorry I didn't tell you."

"JD, no.  Please.  You can't."

"Yeah, I told him to meet me here so I'm going to do him here.  Don't
worry, hon.  I'm not going to rub your nose in it.  You don't have to
watch.  You can wait in the guest bedroom."

"JD, no.  Please.  Not here.  You can't do this to me" he said as he got
tears in his eyes.  We were almost nose to nose so I gave him another kiss
on the lips.

"Sorry, honey.  But that's the way it's gonna be" I said soberly.  "Now I
got to go out and tell him to come in."

"NO, JD" Carl actually shouted at me, first time ever.  So I slugged him in
the mouth, splitting his lip. "Yeeaaooh" he screamed.  I don't take that
kind of shit from my fuck boys.

"Don't piss me off, Carl" I snapped at him.  "I'll tie you up throw you in
the corner if I have to.  Now get your ass into the guest bedroom."  I
stood up and pulled him up with me and gave him a hard slap on the ass.
"Move it" I growled at him.

Carl dropped to the floor and wrapped his arms around my legs and looked
straight up at me.  "No, JD.  No" he sniffled.  "Don't do this.  I love
you, JD.  I love you."  Shit, he was really making this difficult and
trying to put a guilt trip on me besides, but I was really hot for that
cop's ass, so I wasn't about to let Carl get in my way.

Reaching down, I pulled his arms off of me and jerked him to his feet.
"No, JD.  No" he said, actually crying now as I lifted him up in my arms
and headed to the guest bedroom.

"Now stay here and don't make a sound" I growled at him as I dropped him on
the bed.  The little shit immediately got off the bed and dropped to his
knees again and grabbed my legs.

"Please, JD.  I beg of you.  Don't do this" he pleaded.

I grabbed him by the hair, jerked his head back, and slapped him.  He
didn't scream this time but he let out a hell of a yelp.  "That's enough
god damn it.  That's enough.  I'll deal with you later."  I put my foot on
his chest and gave him a hard shove, knocking him over backwards.

He was crying aloud and still pleading: "JD, please.  JD, please.  JD,
please" as I walked out of the room.

What a fuckin nightmare.  Carl was making this impossible.  He was becoming
a total shit, and much too possessive and I knew I was going to have to do
something about it.  After all my training he still didn't understand what
it meant to be owned by a Master.

James looked even better than I remembered when he came into the living
room.  "You look so sexy in that uniform" I said as I bent down and kissed
him.  Yes, bent down.  He didn't look to be any taller than Mr. Jameson who
was only 5'7" so I had him by at least six inches.

"But I didn't know cops came this short" I said as we kissed.

"All sizes and shapes" he answered.  "But I didn't know teenagers came this
big."

"They don't" I said.  "I'm special.  I'm JD.  I'm not just any teenager."

"I can see that, JD.  May I call you JD?" he asked.

"You can call me anything you want as long as I can get my hands on that
muscled ass of yours."

He gave me a big smile.  "It's yours for the taking, JD."

"Get on your knees" I said and he immediately dropped down in front of me,
clasped his hands behind him, and looked up at me with a gorgeous smile,
totally enamored by my herculean physique.

"I been thinking about this since Friday" I said as I stuck my hand inside
my shorts to rearrange my growing pecker.  "A cop in full uniform on his
knees in front of me.  You're beautiful down there, babe."

"I'm yours, JD" he said with a smile.  "I'm yours to use as you will."

"Oh shit" I said with a grin as I rubbed my hand over his buzz cut.  "You
are a beauty, James."  I stuck a couple fingers in his mouth and as he
started sucking them he kept looking me in the eye.

"Mmmmm" he said as he sucked.  Hacking up some spit, I pushed his head back
and spit into his face.  He didn't move and his expression of admiration
didn't change.

"Thank you, Master" he said as he stuck out his tongue and licked up some
of the spit that landed on his lip.  No question; this guy knew what it was
all about.

"Kiss my feet and thank me for giving you this pleasure" I said, and he
obeyed instantly.  Keeping his hands behind him he bent down and gave each
of my shoes a kiss.

"Thank you, Master for allowing me to kiss your feet."  Wow, this guy
really knew how to be a submissive.  I'd never met anybody who did stuff
like this without me forcing him to do it.

"Oh, man, you are wonderful.  You like me being your Master?" I asked.

"I'm well trained, JD.  I already have a Master."

"Ahhh what?  What?" I said in surprise.

"Yes, I have a Master.  Have you heard of the wrestler, The Black Dragon?"

"The Black Dragon?  Yeah, of course I've heard of him."

"Two hundred and seventy-two pounds of perfect gigantic steel hard muscle,
and he is my Master."

"Wow, really?" I said in amazement.

"I have been with him for just over a year now, and I wouldn't have it any
other way.  He chose me and trained me and I feel honored for being allowed
to serve him."

"So you're his slave?"

"Of course I'm his slave.  He's my Master, and I'm there to fulfill his
needs at his discretion.  He is in control of every aspect of my life, but
he allows me to continue my job as a cop.  It's as great honor to be with
him and be allowed to serve."

"But you're here with me?  He allows you to play around?"

Of course not" he said in annoyance.  "I said he was in control.  He knows
I'm here; I got his permission, and he knows you're planning to fuck me."

"Oh, shit" I laughed.  "You are fuckin direct, aren't you?"  What a fuckin
turn-on.  He has a Master and he had to get permission to come here to fuck
with me.

"May I touch you, JD?" he asked.

"Well, yeah.  Sure."

"You have the most beautiful thighs I've ever seen on a teenager" He
gushed.  My favorite body part, my muscled thighs which I was so proud of.
He loved them.  What an afternoon this was going to be.

I was wearing my usual short-shorts, cutoffs and a muscle shirt so my
thighs were open for his deference.  He reached in and started touching
them gently, as if they were delicate china.

"They're beautiful, JD" he said.

"Tell me more, James.  I want to know everything about your Master."  This
conversation was absolutely driving me crazy with lust.  Here was a hunk, a
real hunk, who had a real Master.  Not a pretend one like me and Carl.  I
wanted to know everything.

"Yes, I'm his slave.  And I'm willing to serve him in any way he desires,
but mostly, I do his cooking.  Dragon sent me to chef's school so I am a
trained dietician.  Being a top notch wrestler, he has stringent
nutritional requirements so I prepare all the meals."

"Oh, man, that is so fuckin hot" I said as I rearranged my prick again.  He
was looking up at me with admiring eyes and continuing to rub his hands
over my thighs.  I was getting hard.  "So you cook and clean and serve his
cock as well?" I asked, wanting to know more.  I wanted to hear every
detail.

"I'm there for him to use, and you gotta know that having sex with a god
like Dragon fulfills every possible desire I could ever have imagined.
Actually, I'd be willing to be his slave just to be near him, even if he
wasn't fucking me.  But what I really do is just the cooking and serving.
Larry does everything else."

"Larry?" I asked.

"Larry is Master's other slave."  He grinned up at me because he knew this
was going to blow my mind.  And it did.  Two slaves!!!  Two slaves!!!
"I'll introduce you if you like" he grinned up at me.

"Wow!  Really?  I can meet him?"  I'd seen The Black Dragon on TV and he
had a body that was like a solid chunk of steel, muscularity totally beyond
belief.

"Yeah, he loves cute white muscle boys.  You'd be just his type" he said
with a grin.  I guess I'm a little slow on the uptake, because it took me a
few seconds before I realized what James was leading up to.  Yes, I'd like
to meet him, The Black Dragon with all those immense bulging muscles
because he was one of my heroes, and I'd love to find out how he deals with
two slaves, one of them being this really hunky cop in front of me.  But I
wasn't ready to serve him or be used by him.  As big and evil as he seemed
to be in the ring, I could only imagine how he would treat his fawning fuck
boys.

But.  The idea was swirling around in my mind, and my hard-on was now so
hard it was painful.  To be used by the Black Dragon, that giant muscleman.
For just a bare instant I had a clear picture in my mind of being on my
knees in front of that giant, crying and pleading and begging to be allowed
to serve, and then struggling, my legs flaying about wildly, as he lifted
me into the air with one hand on my neck and plowed a fourteen inch dick
into me.  Whew!  If I didn't watch out I was going to cum before James and
I even got started.

"Jesus," I gasped as I groped myself uncontrollably.  "Jesus, two slaves."

"Yes" he said, grinning at my reaction.  "Two slaves who are madly in love
with him, and an endless supply of beautiful, muscle-crazy teenage boys.
He likes them beautiful and he likes them young and he likes them to be
muscle crazy worshipers.  But all the kids that line up outside his
dressing room after every match are muscle crazy.  They show up by the
dozens begging him to take their e-mail addresses."

"But you?  You're beautiful" I said in awe.  "But you're his slave?"

"He's one of a kind, JD" he said grinning at me.  "He's a giant among men,
and I love him.  He is stern and demanding, and you don't even understand
the words `rough sex' until you've been with him.  But he's also loving.
He's a god, a muscle god, and he deserves to be worshiped, and I consider
it an honor to worship him and be allowed to be part of his life."

"Wow!  Two worshiping slaves!  Is Larry built like you?"

 "Of course he is" James laughed at me.  "He's actually more muscular than
me, but he's also short.  Dragon likes his slaves short and built.  Larry's
also black but the Dragon is no racist.  He fucks white boys like you all
the time."

"Oh shit, James.  You've got me so hot.  Let's go fuck."

"Please, JD.  Let me worship you a little.  May I kiss you and lick you?"

"Go for it" I said.  I was so hot I knew I couldn't wait long, but I wanted
to see what he could do.  My cock was hard as a rock and I couldn't help
but rub my hand up and down it.

James leaned in and started kissing my thighs.  Up and down and back and
forth, covering both legs with soft kisses.

"Your thighs are so magnificent, JD.  So beautiful."  Then he started
licking.  I've told you that I think my best body part is my thighs; that's
why I always wear short-shorts.  But I'd never had a worshiper give them
all this attention like James was giving them now.  It was out of this
world.

But, he was making me too hot.  Hey, I'm just a kid; I know it, and I can
get a hard-on in a second, and cum just as quickly.  But I didn't want to
cum before I got my dick in his ass.  The whole point of getting him here
was so I could fuck him.

Grabbing him by the hair, I pulled him to his feet and latched my lips onto
his.  Then putting both hands on his ass, I lifted him off the floor.
James immediately wrapped his arms around me and started feeling me up
again, and then wrapped his legs around me as well as he aggressively
returned the kiss.

Carrying him, I started walking towards the bedroom.

"Mmmmm" he murmured as I sat him down on the bed.  "Oh, JD.  I can't
believe your muscles.  I want to touch every inch of your body."

"Maybe not every inch" I laughed.  "But here's your chance.  Strip me."

He immediately dropped to his knees and untied my shoes.  I stood there and
lifted each leg as he removed the shoes and my half socks.  He bent down
and gave each foot a long wet kiss.

"Thank you for allowing me to serve you, JD" he said as he stood up.

Hey, do you have any idea what this was doing to my ego?  My head was going
to be so big I wouldn't be able to get through the doorway.

James pulled my muscle shirt loose from my pants and pulled it up and off.

"May I kiss you, JD?"

"Yes" I gasped from excitement.  "Yes, but get my pants off first.  I gotta
fuck you."  As much as I like muscle worship, I was just too far gone to
wait.  James dropped to his knees, undid my shorts, and pealed them down
and off.  Then he leaned back looking up at me.

"You're beautiful, JD" he said.  "Your muscles are big, but they're
perfect.  Absolutely perfect.  And, you are right, there aren't any other
teenagers out there like you.  You're one of a kind."

Ego again?  I was bursting with pride as I looked down at him.

"Strip now, babe.  And hurry."  As much as I loved a cop in uniform
worshiping me, I wanted to see him naked, and he didn't make me wait.  It
wasn't more than thirty seconds that he was naked and on his knees in front
of me.

And was he ever a beauty.  I know that uniform fit him like a glove, but
getting it off made him look ten times better.  He may have been a little
guy, but was he ever built; definitely a gym bunny.  Beautifully shaped
pecs, with bulging deltoids and delightful biceps and triceps; all of them
superbly defined.  There was no doubt that a star wrestler like The Black
Dragon, the muscle giant, would only surround himself with the very best,
and this guy was definitely the best.  His features were every bit as
handsome as Mr. Jameson's but he was definitely better built and more
masculine looking.

"James, I've got a slave of my own in the other room."  Even with all the
action with James, I had been thinking about Carl, and what James said
about being a slave.

"I thought so" he answered, evidently remembering Friday night.

"Does The Black Dragon make you watch when he's fucking somebody?"

"Yes, of course.  Constantly."

"I ain't asking your permission, but do you think I should bring my slave
in here."

"Yes, of course" he said.  "It would be good for him.  It would help him
better understand his position as a slave.  Besides" he said with a grin "I
like an audience when I'm getting fucked by a God."

I got up, and with my ten inch dick sticking out and dripping pre-cum, I
walked into the guest bedroom.  Carl was lying on the bed staring at the
ceiling.  I walked over, grabbed him by the neck and jerked him to his
feet.

"JD, I've decided..." he started to say.  I grabbed him by the chin with my
hand over his mouth and shook him.

"You shut the fuck up" I growled at him giving him another violent
shake. "Not one god damn word."  He looked really shocked as I grabbed him
by the neck again, squeezing hard, and literally dragged him across the
hall.  When we got into his bedroom I slammed him against the wall, grabbed
his wife beater and ripped it down the front.  Then grabbing his jockey
shorts, I ripped them to shreds, with the pieces dangling down from the
waist band.  He was now looking not only shocked and horrified, but
terrified as well.  He'd never seen me like this.  But I couldn't take my
time and be gentle because I was going crazy with lust and I wanted to fuck
my cop's ass.

Grabbing Carl's shoulders and kicking his feet out from under him, I set
him on the floor in the corner.

"Play with your dick" I growled at him.  He just stared at me with this
shocked look.  "I said, play with your dick while you watch."  I grabbed
his hand and jammed it into his crotch.  "And not one fuckin word out of
you.  Not one god damn sound" I snarled in his face.  "You hear me?"  He
just sat there in shock.  "You hear me?" I shouted again and banged his
head against the wall.  He was beyond words but he nodded his head once.

I stood up and grabbed my dripping dick.  Shit, I was hot.

As I turned around, James climbed onto the middle of the bed.  "Can you
take me?" I asked as I got on the bed.

"Hell yes.  I'm ready" he said as he raised his legs on his own, opening up
his ass to me.  I got behind him, grabbed his legs, and taking aim, pushed;
hard.  James was looking into my eyes and didn't even groan as I jammed all
ten inches all the way into him in one hard assault.  His ass was a big
block of muscle and didn't want to open up for my onslaught so I was
ramming hard and my dick was damn near getting crushed.  Damn right he had
a muscled ass.

"Oh, shit, yeah" I yelled in elation.  I'd never jammed my cock into
anybody in one shove before and it felt fabulous.  I was so hot I wasn't
about to mess around so I just started fucking him, hard and fast.

"Oh yeah, JD, you big stud" he said.  "Fuck me hard.  Ram that big dick
into me."  My best guess was that The Black Dragon, being a total giant,
probably had a giant dick as well, so James was most likely accustomed to
taking a dick even bigger than mine.  And I'll bet he was taking it a lot
rougher too.

James was whispering something as I fucked; I couldn't tell what, but he
was obviously enjoying the hell out of me ramming my dick into him.  It was
great for me too because it was obvious he could take anything, and I
slammed into him really hard over and over.

"Oh, Jesus, you are hot" I said as I slowed down so as not to cum too
quickly.  "And are you ever built."  I had my hands on his traps and they
were like steel bands of muscle.  And the definition between his muscle
groups was outstanding.  I'd never fucked anybody built like this before.
I mean, I'm the muscle kid, and I generally fuck kid's my own age, so I
don't find guys built like James.

I definitely had to get a hold of that `Mr. Teenage Atlanta'.  I
desperately wanted to fuck him.

I slowed down three times to extend the fuck, but really slammed it to him
in-between times.  His hands were busy feeling every inch of me that he
could reach, and I was doing the same to him.  Two muscle hounds totally
enamored with each other.

But as I started slamming it to him again, I realized that I couldn't drag
it out any longer.  I had finally reached my peak and there was no stopping
it.

"Oh, shit.  Oh, shit.  Ohhh Shhhiiiiit" I screamed as I slammed into him
one final time and started firing into his hot ass.  James' dick was hard
as a rock but he hadn't once touched it as I was fucking.  He had been
entirely focused on my body and my muscles

But even so, his prick started to shoot.  Yes, somehow he made it cum at
almost exactly the same time as me.  So he started howling right along with
me, as we fired time after time; me into his ass and him onto his chest and
abs.

"Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah" we both yelled in unison.

We were standing at the door taking our final kiss as I gave his ass a
final squeeze.  James offered to introduce me to The Black Dragon but I
said I'd take a rain check, because I wasn't ready to be used as his sex
toy.  "Yeah, I know he's a bit depraved and usually violent, but that's
just his style and anybody that gets picked to be fucked by him knows it
and expects it.  Let me tell you, it's an experience you'd never forget" he
said.

"You're a beautiful kid, JD, and I loved getting fucked by you, now get in
there and take care of your slave."  I gave him one final peck on the lips
as I closed the door,

Two slaves, I thought to myself as I headed for the bedroom.  Two slaves
and an endless line of sycophants.  I was very jealous.

As I entered the bedroom I just stood there looking at Carl.  I was still
nude with my mostly soft dick hanging down, still wet from James' ass.  I
just stood there arrogantly staring at him with my hands on my hips.

Carl was still in the corner where I put him, and looked up at me with a
fearful look on his face.  He didn't know how I was going to react and he
was nervous.

I was still pissed at him.  I mean, I didn't need these kinds of
complications in my life.  I just wanted him to be available when I wanted
to fuck him, and not all this `love' bullshit.  I don't know why he
couldn't understand that.

 "Did you jerk off while I fucked him?" I asked in a stern tone of voice.
He mumbled something which I didn't hear.

"Speak up" I growled at him.

He cleared his throat.  "No, JD.  No I didn't."

"Master."

"Master" he answered.

"Did you like watching me fuck him?"

"Master, I...  I...  No ...  No I didn't" he mumbled in fear, afraid of
what I might do.  "Please, JD, I want you to love me.  I want you to love
me like I love you."

 "Get over here and kiss my dick" I said, not bothering to answer him.  He
just looked at me in surprise, not quite understanding what I said.  I just
glared at him until it finally got it through his head.  Then he crawled
over to me.  At least he knew better than to walk over.  He gave my
completely soft dick a kiss and then looked up at me.

"I want to see you jerk off.  Take my dick in your mouth and jerk yourself
off" I said as I continued standing there looking down at him arrogantly,
hands on hips.

"Huh" re responded but I didn't bother answering.  There was a hesitation
and then he took my dick in his mouth and started sucking it, and at the
same time started to yank on his own dick.  He said he loved me and at the
same time I knew he worshiped me, so having my dick in his mouth was
probably going to make him hot so he'd probably come in a hurry.

"Look at me" I said, so he looked up, watching me the whole time as he
sucked on my dick and jerked his own little prick.  I just let him go for a
couple minutes.

How to handle Carl now?  It was a quandary.  I was beginning to think he
was more trouble than he was worth.  I mean, it was a challenge getting
him, my own high school teacher, but I'd met that challenge.  What I really
wanted was someone like James.  Someone really built.  Carl was skinny.

The main thing Carl had going for him, was me sitting in his class.  Every
day while setting there I got a hard-on and grinned constantly knowing that
he was my sex toy.  I couldn't help but wonder what the other kids would
think if they saw me fucking the hell out of our math teacher.

But what do I do now?  I was still pissed at him for being so possessive,
but I also was aware that I'd been kicking him around a lot.  I've heard
the saying that you can `gain more with sugar than with vinegar'.  I
decided to try it.

"Feels good, honey bun.  You're turning into a great cocksucker."  His eyes
were glued to mine as I looked down at him and smiled.  "Keep it up.  Nice
and slow.  But keep jerking off."

It's kinda hard to see facial features when a guy's got a beer can sized
cock in his mouth. But I could tell that Carl's attitude had changed, and
he was trying to smile.  It is amazing how little it takes to make a
submissive happy.  A couple words and a smile was all it took.

"Open your mouth, hon" I said as I pushed his head back.  As he opened his
mouth, I hacked up a big wad of spit and let it drop.  He swallowed it
eagerly, smiled at me, and said `thank you'.

See what I mean?  A little sugar can go a long way.  I let go of his head
and he latched onto my dick again.

"Keep sucking and keep jerking, honey.  You're doing good.  But, make sure
you cum first.  You're gonna suck me off but you gotta cum first.  I'll let
you know when I'm getting close.  Okay?"  He nodded his head as he started
taking more dick into his mouth.  I don't know if he'll ever be able to
take all ten inches, but right he had a good eight inches in there, with
two or three of those inches pushing into his throat.

And no choking.  Right now, I was pretty sure he'd strangle himself if he
thought it would make me happy.  I gave him another big grin, and damned if
he didn't take another inch or so.

"Getting there, honey.  Getting there" I said.

Then he started moaning.  "Mmmm.  Mmmm.  Mmmm."  He was obviously getting
close.

"That's it, baby. Tug on that little pecker of yours.  Shoot your load all
over the floor."  Then his tone changed, and I knew he was starting to
shoot.

Grabbing his hair, I jerked his head back, grabbed my prick and started
jerking it like crazy.  He had this startled look on his face as my first
shot hit him right in the nose.

He was groaning "Ugh, ugh, ugh" and so was I as I yanked his head back and
forth and continued splashing my cum into his face as he continued shooting
his load onto the floor.

And then I was done.

Still holding on to his hair, I reached down with my other hand and pushed
my dick back into his mouth, and he sucked it clean.

"Good job, hon" I said as I pushed his head back again.  "Real good."  His
smile was so bright it was almost blinding.  Then he put his arms around my
thighs, pushed his face into my crotch and hugged me as tight as he could.

"Thank you, Master" he whispered as he gave me a soft kiss.



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BONUS STORY

A TYPICAL MORNING WITH `THE BLACK DRAGON'



"Can he take me, James?" Dragon asked me.

"He says he can" I answered as I entered the room with a tray.  "He's one
of the blonds from Saturday night, the prettiest one I think.  He has a
cherubic face and pretty blue eyes, and looks to be about thirteen" I said
as I set the tray on the table next to the bed.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't check his ID, but he says he's eighteen.  But of course, they all
say that."

"I don't give a damn whether he's eight or eighteen but he sure as hell
better be able to take it.  I ain't in the mood for any half-assed
cocksucker this morning.  Okay, bring him in."  Dragon didn't give any
direction so I had to guess how to dress the kid.  Most often, in the
afternoon anyway, he wanted them with a jock so he didn't have to see (in
his words) their `tiny little worms', but leaving their asses open for easy
access.  But in the morning when he was usually a little more playful, he
liked them looking sexy in tight little Speedos that molded around their
cute little buns.  And he enjoyed tearing them off sometimes.

As I stepped out into the hall, the pretty, young blond kid was standing
there in his underwear, hopping from one foot to the other in excitement.
As required he'd been here waiting since five o'clock, so now at seven, he
was a nervous wreck.  But oh was he beautiful; a gorgeous young white boy,
maybe 5'6" and about 120 pounds.  Just the way Dragon liked them: young and
beautiful and hot to trot.

"Do you think he'll like me?" the kid asked, obviously very nervous.  "What
should I do?  What should I say?"

"You don't say anything and you don't do anything" I told him for probably
the tenth time.  "You just climb between his legs and take his prick in
your mouth.  He'll tell you if he wants anything else."  Reaching into a
cupboard next to the door which was full of skimpy underwear, jock straps,
swim suits, and any number of sexy outfits, especially for Dragon's
groupies.  I guessed that Dragon would like him looking sexy, so I pulled
out a tiny baby-blue swim suit.  "Get out of those underwear and put this
on."

"Oh Jesus, Jesus, The Black Dragon.  I can't believe it.  I really can't
believe it.  I'm so nervous" the kid said as he quickly changed into the
clinging spandex see-through suit.  James couldn't help but admire him, he
was such a cute little thing and that tight baby-blue suit made his pretty
little butt look absolutely delectable.  And on top of being so enticing,
he was totally ready and excited about getting a chance to climb into bed
with The Black Dragon, perhaps the top wrestler in the NWA circuit.  I
smiled as I wondered if Dragon would be able to resist that little butt.
He usually didn't fuck in the morning, but there were lots of sexy swim
suits available so if another one got ripped, it wouldn't leave us short.

"You said you could take his piss, and if you can he'll be happy" James
said.  "If you can't you're going to be one sorry son-of-a-bitch, because,
I assure you, he will be upset."

"I can, I can" he said as he nervously fluffed his almost platinum blond
hair.  "I know I can.  I can handle it."

"Okay, show time" I said as I opened the door again to Dragon's bedroom.  I
took the kid by the hand and led him over to the bed.  Dragon was lying
there in all his glory, his incredible muscles bulging even in complete
repose and his piss hard lying off to the left.  I led the kid to the
bottom of the bed, and pointed between Dragon's legs.

He climbed on putting his hands on Dragon's massive thighs and buried his
face into his crotch.  He didn't do what I told him which was to take
Dragon's cock in his mouth, but he was doing the right thing anyway, by
rubbing his face in his crotch and sniffing loudly of the musty man smell.
He was also rubbing his hands up and down Dragon's thighs feeling his
massive glutes.  Yeah, the kid was doing okay.

I turned up the burner on the frying pan and picking up the bed tray I'd
brought in, I set in in front of Dragon, straddling his stomach.  On it was
a tray of ice with three glasses in it.  One with water, one with a small
orange juice, and the third with a fruit drink with a half cup of
hi-protean muscle building powder which I'd mixed only minutes before.
Next to the ice tray was a plate and silverware, a cloth napkin, a vase
with a flower, three pills, a capsule, and an injection cartridge.

I noticed that the kid was now on his cock and Dragon was smiling, so I
knew he was pissing.  He was good at it and generally thoughtful by going
slow so as not to overwhelm whomever was drinking it.  Besides, he didn't
want piss in his bed.

So this was The Black Dragon's routine every morning.  Basically nothing
changed from day to day except for the cute boys he had on his prick.
Sometimes a particular groupie would catch Dragon's eye, but usually I
picked them from the endless crowds of kids dying to go with him, probably
the hottest muscle man in the nation.  He liked them young, and he liked
them pretty, and he preferred white boys, blond white boys.  He said,
semi-jokingly, that he loved the way their rosy red lips set off against
his coal black cock.

I'd bring in his tray and his groupie of the morning and start the burners
on the hot plate.  If he hadn't pissed yet he'd put them to work, otherwise
they'd just suck him until he was ready.  He'd take his pills with the
water, and then drink his juice and power drink.  Then I'd serve him his
eggs, usually scrambled, and ham.  Sometimes, if his hands were busy with
the boy, he'd allow me to feed him bite by bite.

As I removed the tray, Dragon reached down and slapped the kid along the
side of the head, knocking him off of his dick.  The kid squealed, more in
surprise than hurt I think.

"You ain't thanked me for giving you my piss" he growled, but he didn't
look at the kid, he looked at me.  "Where do you get these kids from,
James?"

The kid and I spoke at the same time: "Thank you, sir"; "sorry, Master."
But the kid continued.  "Thank you, sir.  Thank you sir."  Dragon slapped
him again.

"Get on my balls" he snapped.  The kid dove in starting to slurp on
Dragon's balls.  "Nobody said you could touch me.  Get your damn hands
behind your back" he growled.

Oh, wow, I thought.  He is in a bad mood this morning.  Bad news for the
kid.

Looking down for the first time, grabbed the kid by the hair and jerked him
up, getting another squeal from him, Dragon slapped him.  "You gonna thank
me?" he growled.

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir" the kid said breathlessly.  "Thank you, sir."
He looked shocked as Dragon held him by the hair, but I knew he was
thrilled to look up over Dragon's massive chest to his handsome face.

Dragon slapped him again and the kid immediately thanked him.  "Thank you,
sir.  Thank you, sir."

"Do you love me" Dragon barked at him.

Sure it hurt and the kid grimaced as he was hit, but his look changed
immediately to one of worship and longing.  "Yes, sir.  Oh, yes, sir, yes,
sir, yes, sir" he blurted out all in one breath.

Dragon hit him again. The kids face was definitely going to be red for a
couple days.  "Tell me" Dragon growled at him.

"I love you, sir.  I love you, I love you, I love you" the kid babbled.

"Tell me more" Dragon snapped and slapped him a fourth time.

"I love you, Master.  I love you.  Let me suck you.  Please let me suck
you.  Please use me.  I want to worship you.  My friends will never
believe...  Use me.  Use me.  Use me."  Now this is a real groupie!  Wow!
The kid was damn near hysterical.  Of course he came here knowing he was
going to be abused, hell, he wanted to be abused.  What else would a little
runt expect when picked out of a crowd of cute young groupies to go with a
superstar wrestler with a superman body?  This kid would be bragging to his
friends for years about how the biggest muscleman in the nation slapped him
and fucked him.

"Use me, fuck me, beat me" the kid kept saying and probably would have gone
on and on if Dragon had not stuffed his dick in his mouth.  And what a
mouthful he was; enormous girth, almost beer can sized and well over nine
inches long.  With one push, Dragon jammed the kid down on that enormous
prick, ramming it in right up to the pubes.  The kid didn't even have a
chance to react as the ramrod forced its' way in, opening up his throat and
closing off his windpipe.

And Dragon held him there.  I couldn't believe it.  The kid's eyes were
bugged out, his face was red, and he was beating on Dragons abs with his
fists, but Dragon just smiled at him and laughed.

Dragon must have held him there for twenty seconds, a lifetime for the kid,
before yanking him up by the hair again.  As the kid spewed out saliva
Dragon slapped him again.

I was standing at the side of the bed watching as the kid gasped for
breath.  Dragon still had a hold on the boys platinum hair and was smiling
down at him.  He was really enjoying this.  But why not?  I had a hundred
e-mails from kids who'd give their right arms to be where this kid was
right now, taking Dragon's abuse and being allowed to service him; The
Black Dragon, the superstar wrestler with a rock hard body of a Hercules,
two hundred and seventy-two pounds of incredible rock-hard muscle.  This
kid may have been choking but he was among the few that were chosen among
all the groupies that crowded around after each match.  Dragon could do any
damn thing he wanted to this kid, no matter how violent, and there would
always be dozens more waiting in the wings to take his place.

He had a new kid with breakfast every day and he was always rough and
always abusive, but that was just his style.  Of course that was his style
for god's sake; he was a wrestler and enjoyed beating up on guys.  And if
he enjoyed slapping cute young kids around for pleasure in his off hours,
that was okay because he'd earned it by being a superstar.  And most of
them left with smiles on their faces.

"Clean me up" Dragon growled.  The kid, who hadn't even got his breath back
yet, started lapping up the saliva he'd spewed all over Dragon's crotch.
Dragon gave him thirty seconds or so, then jammed him down on his cock
again and rolled over.  "Now James" he said.  I immediately swabbed a spot
on his ass, jammed the needle in and gave him his daily injection of
steroids.

Dragon got up on his knees with the kid under him, his cock still in the
kid's mouth.  Grabbing two handfuls of hair, he started dragging the kid's
face back and forth, ramming his cock in and out.  Dragon wasn't moving,
but was dragging the kids head violently up and down.

Then he slowed down a bit, evidently not ready to shoot yet.  Letting go of
the hair, he put one big paw behind the kids head and started slowly
pulling him up and down on his cock.

"Look at me, boy" he said.  "Look at your god as he fucks you."  The kid
opened his eyes looking at the miraculous muscleman above him, and even
after all he'd been through, and with his mouth forced open to its maximum
to take Dragon's gigantic dick, there was still a look of adoration in his
face.

"This is a good one after all, James" Dragon said, giving me a smile.
"Good choice."

"Thank you, Master" I answered.

 He was pulling the kids head back and forth slowly now, but as I watched,
he pulled and kept pulling forcing his dick deep into the kid's throat,
jamming his face into his crotch.  He didn't hold the kid as long this
time, but the kid still spewed saliva from being choked and gasped for
breath.  Dragon slapped him.

"Do it again" he demanded.  The kid looked up in shock as Dragon did it
again, slowly pulling the kid in until his nose was jammed tight into his
crotch.  The kid didn't regurgitate this time but he looked frantic as
Dragon, not even giving him breathing time, did it a third time.  Cramming
every inch of his monster cock deep into the kid's throat.

"Oh, yeah, that was good" Dragon said finally as he let go of the kid,
pulled his dick out, and rolled over on his back.  He grabbed his prick and
stroked it gently as the kid started recovering and getting his breath
back.

"Okay, kid" he said finally, and actually giving the kid a smile. "Suck me
off.  Show me how good of a cocksucker you are.  Show me how happy you are
to be able to worship The Black Dragon's dick."

The kid looked up, and seeing the smile, almost glowed with pleasure. Even
with what the Dragon had put him through, he still felt honored to be
allowed to suck off a superstar, a gorgeous muscleman superstar.  "Thank
you, sir" he said, looking up at Dragon's body with awe and admiration as
he took the enormous cock in his mouth, and started giving the very best
blowjob he could manage.

So, there you have it.  A typical morning for superstar wrestling champion:
The Black Dragon.  He takes his piss, he takes his pills and eats his
breakfast.  He gets his injection and his morning blow job, and he's off to
the gym to work out.  This is a daily event so there are definitely some
benefits to being a superstar.


THE END