Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 14:15:51 -0700
From: bluejay1501@juno.com
Subject: "The Weakest Twink" Gay Authoritarian
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This story is from imagination. If you don't realize that and you think
it is true, you need help and should not be at this site. You ought to
get out in the fresh air and toss a football or something. I wish you
well. Goo'bye
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"The Weakest Twink"
I believe the world is not divided between man and woman; gay and
straight, rich and poor etc. rather it is divided between the weak and
the strong; the one who gives orders and the one that takes orders. It's
the Yin and Yang of creation. Don't feel sorry for the submissive one;
no, he loves his inferior position. It is not necessarily sexual but
often to gain control, one must dominate sexually.
That's lots of talk. Now let me show you from my life. I am 24
years old. I'm six feet three, blond, weigh 250 lbs. I've pretty
imposing. In addition I'm very good looking in a manly way. I have a
natural dominant leadership style and I have never had any problem
bending others to my will.and they were happy with the arrangement and
begged for more.
I run a landscaping service. I have three crews going at all
times and I deliver them with the equipment at the various homes and then
pick them up after an hour. They are expected to be finished at the site
in one hour, or else. I recruit my workers from high schools and local
colleges. They are naturally about 17 to 20. I look for jocks and post
my notice for new workers in the gyms. Jocks are best because the have
the strength and the ability to take orders (thanks to the coaches.) In
addition, jocks like outside physical work to keep up their bodies during
the summer and after school during the year.
There is a large turnover because the kids graduate or get better
jobs. Therefore I am interviewing someone almost all the time. This
particular day (not untypical) I was waiting to see a Jeff McNally. He
showed up, knocked politely on the frame of the open door. He was a
typical high school jock: muscular, wearing an athletic shirt and short
shorts. His smooth forearms and shoulders were exposed and looked strong
and sexy. He was a good looking dude: nice open face, short cut light
hair and nice blue eyes. I immediately grabbed the upper hand. "Come in
Jeff. Close the door." That was two orders to soften him up. He jumped
to comply. My strong tone of voice confused him and I could see his eyes
slightly glazed and a spot of color on his beardless cheeks. I got up
and purposely allowed his letter of application to slip from my hand and
onto the floor. "Get on your knees and pick that up," I commanded. This
was the final test. If he objected, then I would ease off. I might
still hire him but it wouldn't be as much fun. He started to get up
after retrieving the paper. "I didn't tell you to get up. Crawl over
here and give it to me." He paused a moment, sighed and began crawling
on his knees toward me. "You are a nice doggy," I said, scratching his
hair behind his ear. The boy breathed audibly and rubbed his face
against my hand. "Nice doggy. Come here." He crawled until he was at
my feet. I took his head and pushed his face into my crotch. "Smells
good, doesn't it?" The boy mumbled and continued to sniff and rub me.
He was not sexually aroused but he was getting something he wanted:
orders from someone; a chance not to think, but obey.
"Jeff, boy, open my zipper." He was breathing hard from
confusion and a new sense of sexual excitement. This was something
forbidden but made OK because I ordered it. He opened the zipper. My
cock was already lengthening because I get off on a kid's submission.
"Kiss the end of my dick." He looked up at me questioningly. "Yes boy,
it's OK, I'm ordering you to." He kissed my pisshole. He moaned because
of the unfamiliarity of this action. "Lick!" He put out his smooth
tongue and licked the head, then warming to his task, he licked the whole
shaft. "That's a good boy. Now open your pretty lips and take my cock
inside." Again Jeff hesitated, looked up at me. I slapped his cheek
lightly. "Learn to take orders boy!" He sighed and took my dick in his
mouth. His mouth began to water and I could see saliva dripping down. He
slipped me deeper. He was almost again my hairy pubes. "Now suck
gently."
He was very gentle; almost loving. It was an excellent suck. I
knew I'd have him for my pleasure anytime. He was loving it. I noticed
he opened his pants and took out his very long cock and began pinching
and stroking it and pulling on his balls. That was good because he will
remember this as pleasurable. "I think I'm going to come." I lifted his
chin and looked into his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth still
puckered for sucking. "You want my sweet cream don't you." He opened
his eyes and looked at me. There was complete defeat in them. He nodded
humbly. "OK a few more deep sucks and I ugh, ugh aaah." My whole body
vibrated and I began shooting. He couldn't take it all. I could see his
own cock shooting on the floor as well.
"Jeff, you got the job."
"Do I have to do this again?"
"Do you want to?'
He stared in my eyes and then he said softly "Yesss."
Well I had some good fun with Jeff and a few other of my pets
over the next few months. Not all the kids I hired were submissive.
It's interesting that some of the most easily conquered ones were very
aggressive away from me and could dominate their work crews if they had
to.
A few months later, one of my kid broke his leg in a motor cycle
accident. Again I was in the market. I check over some of the
applications and picked out one at random. His name of Raul Lopez. I
noticed that he was a star pole vaulter. "Maybe he can vault my pole," I
laughed to myself. The day of our appointment Raul came in, no knock,
just sat down on the other side of the desk. He was a bit cheeky. Let's
see if I can tame him. I began asking him the usual questions. He was a
very attractive kid, tannish Latino skin. wearing a short tee shirt which
exposed his belly and low slung black pants. He had a tattoo of a knife
dripping blood on his slim but muscular upper arm. His exposed stomach
was smooth and glossy. I found myself looking at it. He had fine
features and a shock of black hair. His most arresting feature was his
eyes: they were coal black and crackling fire, set in put whites. His
smile was very confident and he displayed gorgeous white teeth framed by
the most beautiful puffy lips I had every seen.
I tried to pull myself together and gain control of the
interview. "Do you think you have the strength to do this landscape
job?"
He laughed and moved right up to my chair. " I'm slim but I'm
strong. Here feel these pecs." He lifted up his cutoff shirt and
exposed a nice set of pecs and tight muscled stomach. His nipples were
dark brown and seemed to be erected.
I leaned forward and felt. He was so smooth. I looked up. He
was smiling encouragingly. "Lick those nubs." I leaned forward and
stuck my tongue out. They were hard, like little cocks. His body smelt
intoxicatingly: sweat, sweet and a little rancid. He looked down at my
lap. My large penis was sticking up in my nylon shorts. " You like
making Raul happy, don't you?" I nodded dumbly and would agree to
anything as long as I could continue to sniff and lick him. "Let's have
fun. I've got my trusty Vasoline tube. Here, let me help you."
He lifted me out of the chair. He was a strong kid. He turned
me around and bent me over the desk and in one motion, pulled down my
shorts. I wasn't wear anything underneath. "A nice, white, gringo ass.
Some fuzzy hair, but we'll forgive that." He leaned forward, greased my
hole and entered part way in one single coordinated move. I let out a
groan of surprise and a little pain. "Hang in there Baby. You are going
to love this." He eased a few more half inches in. I felt better. In
fact my cock which had retreated, began to rise and press against the
desk. "Oh yeah, one more magic inch and we'll be home and you will cry
when I pull out." He began lightly slapping my ass and I opened up and
he was there. I felt like I was filled beyond my capacity. He began to
slowly move, in and out, panting against my back.
I heard myself say. "Fuck me Raul. I'm almost ready to come."
He began slamming me, my cock was rubbing against the desk. Suddenly he
yelled something and I could feel his spunk inside me and I shook and
came.
"That was very nice, boss man," he said. "Of course I got the
job. Yes?"
"Yes," I said weakly.
Now I'm not so sure that we are, each one, exclusively dominant
or submissive. I guess some dominants haven't met Raul.
End
Hope you liked it. Regards, Jay Robert.