Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 14:21:09 -0800
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Worthy of Worship  -  21

Worthy of Worship -- Chapter 21

Randy, Bicep Boy and Master Colt


"Hey Coach.  How's it hangin?" Randy said as he entered Coach's office.
Randy'd just finished his shower after the wrestling workout, but right now
was wearing only his jock strap.  And, in anticipation of some `fun and
games' with Coach, he had a nice bulge showing.  "Went well today don't ya
think?" he said as he walked over and sat on the edge of Coach's desk, and
as Coach rolled his chair back, Randy put his bare foot between his legs
not quite touching his crotch.

"Alright Randy" Coach said with resignation.  "What do you want?"  Coach
had long ago given up arguing or even disagreeing with Randy, because he
knew Randy would eventually get his way no matter what.  It was a lot
easier just to go along with him on anything and everything.  Besides,
Randy was so gorgeous and Coach was so hot for him, that he literally
swooned every time Randy got near him, and he'd do pretty much anything the
boy wanted just so he could get some of his attention.  Randy was not only
young and gorgeous and incredibly muscular, but he was totally arrogant and
controlling and allowed no one, including his Coach, to question him.
Randy was always the guy in charge and Coach actually looked forward to
being dominated by him.

Randy reached over and took one of Coach's hands and pulled it into his
crotch.  "I said it went well today didn't it?"  he repeated.
"Particularly that new kid, the bicep boy."  Holding Coach's hand against
his crotch, Randy gently moved it, forcing Coach to massage his prick which
started to grow.

"Who's that?  The bicep boy?"

"Yeah.  That kid with the bulging arms.  Kelly, or Kavy or something."

"Oh.  You mean Kalé, the Hawaiian kid.  Yeah, he's got great potential.
With a little training and some muscling up I think he'll be pretty good."

"Well, he's already got all the right muscles in all the right places so I
don't know what you mean by muscling up.  Hell, he turns me on just the way
he is.  I love those muscled arms and that dark complexion, and that shiny
black hair makes him look absolutely yummy."

"So he turns you on does he?" Coach said.  "I've never seen you have any
trouble getting anyone you want so I suppose Kalé won't be any different."

"Yeah Coach; you're right.  But I don't want to spend a whole lot of time
sweet talking him.  My parents are out of town on a cruise this week, so I
want him at my house tomorrow.  You need to tell him he's got to be there."

"What do you mean I've got to tell him?  Come on Randy; don't get me
involved in this."

Randy ignored Coach's comment entirely.  "Tell him every new wrestler has
to have a `mentor' or a `trainer' or something to show him the ropes, and
you've assigned him to me.  That should do it."

"Randy.  Please" Coach pleaded.  He didn't say anything more because he
knew that once Randy decided on something he wouldn't change his mind, and
arguing with him would just make things difficult.  He always ended up
doing whatever Randy wanted him to do, even though he knew some of the
things he did for Randy were flatly illegal and could end up putting him in
jail.  Although not willing to face up to the reality of the situation,
subconsciously Coach knew Randy was probably planning on raping this kid
and he could be an accessory to a serious crime.  But what to do?  Randy
was so strong willed that Coach simply could not stand up to him.  And
besides, Coach was totally turned on the Randy's body and big cock and
aggressive manner and didn't want to do anything to give Randy any excuse
to back off.

"He's still in the locker room Coach".  Randy said as he stood up and
pulled Coach to his feet.  "Go tell him now.  I'll wait.  And tell him to
be there at five o'clock."  Randy gave him a shove towards the door and a
pat on the ass and then sat down at the desk.

When Coach returned a few minutes later Randy was still setting at his
desk.  "Com'er Coach" he said softly and sweetly as he rolled the swivel
chair back away from the desk.  As Coach walked up to him, Randy pointed to
the floor.  As Coach got down on his knees Randy grabbed his head with both
hands, leaned forward, and gave him a peck on the nose.  As Coach looked up
at his beautiful sixteen year old student, Randy gave him a big smile, and
slowly pulled him into his jock covered crotch.


"I've gone soft Coach" Randy whispered.  "Let's see what you can do about
that."  Coach pushed his face into Randy's crotch willingly.


******

"I think we need to really hit the shoulders tomorrow Jace" Randy said as
he looked at himself critically in the mirror.  He and Jason had just
finished their chest workout and their muscled bodies were glistening with
sweat as they stood next to each other in front of the mirrors.  "My chest
is looking great and my arms are super, but I think just a little more bulk
in the shoulders is what I need now."

"Yeah Boss, your chest is looking fabulous; ab-so-lute-ly in-cred-i-ble"
Jason said with a gasp as he looked with amazement at his gorgeous idol and
lover in the mirror.  "And I'm ready to work my tongue over every inch of
it.  I wanna lick every drop of sweat off those gorgeous mounds of muscle."

Randy reached over and gave Jason a slap on the ass.  "I want it too babe,
but we've had a change of plans.  I've got that new kid from the wrestling
team coming over today.  In fact he'll be here any minute."

"Oh come on Randy; since your parents are gone I was going to stay over and
we could have the whole house to ourselves.  You said I could.  And who is
this new kid anyway?"

"I said maybe you could stay over while they were gone" Randy answered.
"Well, you can't stay tonight.  Now don't hassle me about it."

"Shit Randy.  I really wanted to sleep over with you tonight."

"Maybe we can do it tomorrow night.  We'll see.  Now grab your clothes and
get out of here."

"Okay Boss" Jason said as he grabbed his shorts and wife beater.  "But who
is this new kid?"

"He's the new kid on the wrestling team" Randy said.  "The Hawaiian kid.  I
call him the bicep boy."

"Oh shit Boss, he's gorgeous and his arms are enormous.  What'cha going to
do?  You gonna fuck him? "

"What the hell do you think I'm going to do?" Randy said with a laugh.
"Now give me a kiss and get out of here."  Jason leaned over and gave Randy
a quick kiss and then bent his head down and gave each of Randy's enormous
pecs a kiss and a lick.  "Love you Boss."

"Love you too Jace" Randy said.

"See you in the morning" Jason said as he slipped into his shorts, tossed
the wife beater over his shoulder and headed out.

Randy started flexing as he admired himself in the mirror.  He loved seeing
his muscles glistening with sweat after a workout so he very slowly went
through his standard posing routine.  As he flexed and posed the bulge in
his jock began to grow.  Maybe it was in anticipation of the Hawaiian boy
coming over, but mostly it was because Randy was totally turned on to his
own incredible body.  Turning his head to the side, he gave his right bicep
a big wet kiss, and then smiled at himself in the mirror.  "Yeah man.  You
are incredible.  Absolutely gorgeous.  Totally unbelievable" he said aloud
in worshipful tones.

Then he was roused from his trance by a knock at the door.  Grabbing a
towel and wiping his face, he walked over and opened the door.


"Hey Kelly.  How's it goin man?" Randy said as he grabbed Kalé's hand and
pulled him into the workout room.  "Glad you could come over."

"It's Kalé Randy, not Kelly" Kalé said.  "Pronounced like Ballet.  I'm from
Hawaii but my father was Turkish."  Kalé was still wearing his school
clothes: jeans and a golf shirt while Randy, muscles bulging from his
workout, was standing there in only his jockstrap and a layer of sweat.

"Okay Kalé.  Come on in to my muscle building dungeon" Randy said.  "Excuse
my dress, or lack of it" he said with a laugh.  "Jason and I just finished
working out."

"It's okay Randy" Kalé laughed.  "And I must say, you look pretty damn good
with almost nothing on."

"Thanks man.  But I worked my butt off to get looking like this."  Randy
stepped back and performed a double bicep pose.  "What'daya think?"

"You've got an incredible body Randy.  I've never seen anyone our age
looking like you."

"Our age shit.  I look better'n anybody most any age."  Randy performed the
most muscular pose.  "See what I mean?"

"Yeah Randy.  You're unbelievable" Kalé answered.

Randy stopped his posing and just looked at Kalé for a moment.  Kalé was
not only very good looking; he had particularly large bulging biceps.  He
obviously worked his arms more than any other body part, because they were
really enormous.  So big that they almost overwhelmed the rest of his body.

"And you look pretty damn good too" Randy said admiringly.  "I love those
big biceps of yours."

"Thanks Randy.  And I worked my butt off too to get them" Kalé said with a
laugh.

"But you shouldn't cover them up with shirt sleeves.  With arms like that
you should only wear muscle shirts."

"If you knew my Mom, you'd know why I wear golf shirts to school all the
time" Kalé laughed.

"Well I don't know your Mom, so let's see how you look without that shirt.
Get it off and show me what you got."

"Ahhh... sure Randy" Kalé said as he pulled his shirt up out of his waist
band.  "But Coach told me you were going to talk to me about the wrestling
squad."

"Yeah, we'll get to that" Randy said.  "But first I want to see that bod of
yours.  I want to see what I've got here.  Get your shirt off."

"Are we going to work out or what?" Kalé said, still not removing his
shirt.

"In our squad Kalé, the guys know I'm the guy in charge, and they do what I
tell them.  Now get your god damn shirt off."

"Okay Randy.  Okay.  Don't have a cow" Kalé said as he finally pulled the
shirt over his head and tossed it aside.  Actually, Kalé liked taking his
shirt off because he knew he had a super body, and there was nothing better
than having someone admire him.  He didn't like being told what to do, but
he realized he was the new guy in town and it was better to go along with
Randy until he knew the ropes.  He automatically raised his arms into a
double bicep pose.

"God.  Your arms are terrific Kalé" Randy said in awe.  "Shit, they may be
bigger than mine."  Randy stepped forward and put his hand on one of the
swollen biceps.

"Over seventeen inches Randy" Kalé said with satisfaction.  Having a muscle
boy like Randy complementing him gave him a terrific feeling of pleasure.
Hell, he was as vain as anyone.

"You must be a champion at arm wrestling" Randy said.

"In fact I am" Kalé said with a smile.  "I was the local champ back home."

"Turn around and let me see you" Randy said as he stepped back to watch
critically. Feeling a little embarrassed to be on such obvious display,
Kalé slowly turned around so Randy could get a good look.

"Your abs are good" Randy said.  "Actually they're excellent, but you need
to concentrate on your chest and shoulders.  I'll develop a workout plan
for you.  Now take off your pants and let me see your legs."

"Ahhh... Randy.  My dad is my coach" Kalé said.  "He says big biceps are
the mark of a man, and he wants me to keep working them really hard."

"Well, your dad doesn't know shit about building a body.  Arms are good and
you can keep working them, but they've got to match the rest of you.
You'll see the difference in your strength and you'll be a better wrestler
once I get you working on my program.  Now, take off your pants."

"Ahhh...  I'm sorry Randy, but I'm not wearing any underwear" Kalé said
with embarrassment.

"Oh shit" Randy said as he started laughing.  "Trying to show off that
muscle between your legs too heh?"  Randy stepped forward and grabbed
Kalé's belt and unbuckled it.  "It's okay Kalé.  I've seen naked guys
before.  Take `em off."  Randy pulled the belt out of the loops and tossed
it aside.

"Com'on Randy.  Don't" Kalé said.

"What's the matter; got a hard on?" Randy asked as he reached and grabbed
Kalé's crotch.  "Well shit.  You do have a hard on" he said as he laughed
and groped Kalé's crotch.  "So I turn you on do I?"

"No Randy" Kalé gasped.  "It's just...  It's just...  Getting naked always
makes me horny."

"Me too Kalé.  Me too.  Particularly when I have a pretty boy like you to
play with."  Kalé tried to stop him, but Randy grabbed the zipper on his
jeans, jerked it down, and then pulled Kalé's pants down to his knees.  He
then gave him a push, knocking him back on his butt on the floor.  Grabbing
his legs, Randy pulled his shoes and pants off in one fell swoop.  Kalé put
his hands in front of himself in embarrassment trying to hide the hard rod
sticking out from his crotch.

"Just so you won't be embarrassed Kalé, I'll join you" Randy said as he
yanked his jockstrap down and off.  Randy's rod was not hard and was not
sticking out like Kalé's, but it was obvious that even being only half hard
it was about as big as Kalé's, and had potential to get a whole lot bigger.
"Besides, this is my favorite muscle.  What do you think of it?"

"Huh?" Kalé grunted as he sat on the floor covering his crotch.

"I said, what do you think of it?  It's a big one isn't it?  I've never met
anyone with a bigger one" Randy said as he took hold of his big staff and
started playing with it.  Kalé didn't reply, but just sat there in shock
staring up at Randy, who now walked up to him.

"You like big one's Kalé?  Keep your eyes on this and you'll see how big it
really gets."  And in fact Kalé could not help but stare in awe at Randy's
cock as it began to grow.  Randy stepped over Kalé so he was straddling his
middle with the big cock almost directly above his face.  Kalé eased back
on his elbows and continued to stare at the monster sticking out from
Randy's middle.

"Looks like it's hot for you" Randy said as they both watched a drop of
pre-cum appear at the tip.  "This one's mine" Randy said as he put his
finger on the pre-cum and brought it to his lips.  "Ummmm" he purred.  As
another drop appeared he said "now this one's yours".  As Randy put his
finger in the pre-cum he bent down reaching towards Kalé's face.  Kalé was
shocked and saw what Randy intended so he clenched his lips tightly closed
but Randy simply rubbed the pre-cum back and forth over his lips.  Then he
rubbed the finger over Kalé's nose and into his nostrils.  "Taste it boy.
Taste it and smell it" Randy murmured.  "That's Randy's muscle cum.  And
let me tell you, they get in line to get a taste of that."

"That's enough Randy" Kalé said.  "Let's stop this right now."  Kalé rolled
over and started to get up, but suddenly felt Randy put his knee against
his back forcing him back down onto the floor.  Before he could react,
Randy had grabbed both his arms and pulled them behind his back.  Kalé had
extremely strong arms but Randy already had the advantage with his arms
twisted behind him so as he tried to break Randy's hold he could not budge
him.  And as they struggled, Kalé got the shock of his life as Randy's knee
left his back and he felt the enormous, now fully hard cock beginning to
slide up and down his ass.

"No Randy.  No" Kalé choked out in shock.  "Stop."  Holding tightly to
Kalé's arms, Randy leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Jesus, you got a pretty ass Kalé" he whispered.  "And I'm so fucking horny
I can't stand it.  What'daya think we should do about that?"

"Randy.  Stop it" Kalé yelled.  "Stop it right now."

"Yell all you want babe" Randy whispered.  "Nobody can hear you."

Kalé quickly changed his strategy and decided to try reasoning with Randy
rather than making demands.  "Please don't Randy" he said.  "Please stop."

"Now we're getting somewhere babe" Randy laughed.  "I love it when a guy
says please.  Sounds like begging to me.  Go ahead; beg some more."

Really shocked and now getting terrified, Kalé cried: "Please Randy, let me
go.  Please don't do this."

"Sorry Kalé.  I'm all horned up now; I gotta fuck you" Randy said as he
continued sliding his big rod up and down Kalé's ass crack.  "Unless...
Unless you want to do something else?"

"What do you want Randy?" Kalé said as tears started dripping down his
cheeks.  "What do you want?"

"Well... I want your ass.  But I might be willing to settle for a blow job.
What do you think?"

"No Randy.  No"

"Okay.  It's your ass then" as he pushed the head of his massive hard-on
against Kalé's crack.

"No... no.  Wait" Kalé screamed.  "Wait."

"Well?"  Randy said.  "It's this or a blow job.  Which is it going to be?"

"Please don't do this Randy.  Please" Kalé now began to sob.

"Damn it.  You're pissing me off now" Randy said as he released one of
Kalé's arms for just a second and gave him a hard swat on the ass.  "You've
got five seconds to make up your mind before I jam my pecker up your tight
little twat."

"Okay Randy.  Okay, okay, okay.  I'll blow you" Kalé said.

"Hey.  That's more like it.  I like my boys to cooperate" Randy said with a
chuckle.  Randy knew he could have pretty much anybody he wanted but most
times it was just too easy, and he loved a challenge.  Even though he only
picked the cream of the crop, and Kalé was definitely the cream, he also
loved it when a guy struggled and fought back.  Having a muscle guy
squirming and struggling under him while he took him down and controlled
him was like nothing else.  And since Randy was a top notch wrestler there
was no better stimulation leading up to a hot fuck than controlling and
dominating a guy who was unwilling to let him do it.  Planting his cock
into a virgin hole after working up a sweat made for incredibly exciting
sex.

 "Now tell me what you're going to do."

"Oh please Randy."

"You fucking well tell me what you're going to do" Randy growled.  "Go
ahead."

"I'm going to give you a blow job Randy" Kalé mumbled softly as his tears
continued dripping.

"Say it again so I can hear you" Randy ordered.

"I'm going to give you a blow job" Kalé repeated.

"Okay, now we're getting there" Randy chuckled.  "You ever blow a guy
Kalé?"

"Ahhh... No, not really."

"I'll take that as a yes" Randy laughed.  "Now, I like my cocksuckers real
cooperative and dedicated, and I expect to get a decent blow job out of
you.  Otherwise, you've got another hole there that I`m interested in."

"I'll cooperate Randy" Kalé said softly.

"Good boy Kalé" Randy said as he let go of Kalé's arms and set up on his
thighs.  "Now two more things.  All my boys know I'm always in charge and
I'm the Boss.  That's me, Boss.  And you'll call me Boss.  So go ahead:
call me Boss."

"Okay Randy.  Ahhh... Boss" Kalé responded with resignation.

"Okay now.  Just one last thing.  What I like almost as much as an actual
blow job, is a guy begging me to give me one.  That is really, really hot.
So, let me hear you.  Beg me to let you suck on my big bazooka."  Randy
reveled in showing his dominance and superiority, and making a guy beg was
the ultimate in showing his power and always made him incredibly hot and
ready to fuck, and absolutely nothing made his cock harder.  "Go ahead.
Beg."

Kalé was silent for the longest time.  Then he said "Randy... ahhh... Boss.
Wha...?"

"I said beg me to let you blow me" Randy said and gave Kalé another hard
slap on the ass.  "Get busy.  I want to hear you beg."

Kalé let out a single sob, but immediately choked it back.  He now realized
he had little choice but to do what Randy wanted.  "Please let me suck your
cock Randy" he whispered.

"Boss.  Say it again and say it right" Randy warned.

"Please let me suck your cock Boss" Kalé said.

"Okay.  You'll keep your hands behind your back while you do me.  Otherwise
I'll have to tie you up" Randy said as he stood up and walked over and sat
on the weight bench.  "Get your butt over here."  Kalé slowly got to his
knees and then crawled over to Randy.  "Kiss it first" Randy ordered as he
pulled Kalé's face into his crotch.  "Kiss it all over."  Kalé did what he
was told and started kissing Randy's big rod.  Randy grabbed hold of Kalé's
massive biceps that he found so fascinating and massaged them as Kalé
kissed.

"Shit you have beautiful arms" Randy said as he pushed Kalé's head back
away from his hard cock and stood up.  "Flex `em for me babe.  Go ahead.
Show me those rock hard swollen muscles.  Come on, make `em bulge."  As
Kalé flexed his big arms, forcing up an incredible bulge from his enormous
biceps muscles, Randy stepped in close pushing his cock into his face.
"Yeah babe.  Keep `em flexed while you blow me" Randy swooned.

Grabbing Kalé's jaw, Randy forced his mouth open with his thumb and pushed
his prick into the hot wet hole.  "Suck me baby" he murmured as he again
grabbed hold of the boy's big bulging biceps.

Randy was a real addict when it came to big bloated muscles.  Mostly his
own, but sometimes, like right now, he was totally turned on to another
guys muscles.  Particularly when he'd just finished dominated him and got
him ready for a hot fuck.  Looking down and watching Kalé suck him while
flexing his big arms made him so hot that he knew he was going to shoot
quickly.  Randy started to jerk his hips back and forth, forcing more of
his cock into the muscle boy's mouth, and felt the heat building up in his
middle.  Shit, he thought, this is going way too fast, but there was no
stopping his prick when it was ready to blow.

"Oh shit" he yelled as he let go of Kalé's arms, grabbed two handfuls of
hair, and rammed his cock in deep and started to shoot.  Kalé immediately
started choking, and putting his hands against Randy's enormous thighs,
tried to push away, but Randy was in ecstasy, and as strong as Kalé was,
Randy was stronger and he was not about to let Kalé get away.  It was a
struggle of muscle against muscle as Kalé tried to push away and Randy
grabbed hold behind his head, but Randy was winning and kept trying to
corkscrew his cock deeper as he shot his first two wads into the boy's
throat.

After those two shots Randy allowed Kalé to pull back so he could get a
breath.  Tears were streaming from Kalé's eyes as he went into convulsions
of coughing and choking but Randy was now holding on to his ears, so his
next half dozen shots of cum landed on Kalé's nose, in his eyes and all
over his cheeks, forehead, and hair.

"Jesus you're hot" Randy gasped as he finally let go and started to calm
down and get his breathing back to normal.  Kalé had stopped coughing but
was still panting and wheezing.  "Shit man.  You were terrific."  Randy
noticed that Kalé's cock was throbbing so he put his bare foot on it and
started rubbing it back and forth.  Almost immediately he got the expected
result.

"Aaooh" Kalé gasped as his cum shot on Randy's foot and onto the floor.
Shot after shot after shot.  Randy had to laugh aloud because he knew he
had another new disciple who loved being dominated and controlled.  This
gorgeous `bicep' boy was definitely going to become a member of Randy's
stable of worshipers, and with a little practice he could probably become a
great cock sucker.  And Randy most definitely was going to get some of that
Hawaiian-Turkish boy ass.

Sitting back down on the bench, Randy again grabbed a handful of Kalé's
hair and pulled his face into his crotch.  Then he rubbed his prick in
Kalé's face and moving him around so the cum was smeared over every inch of
his face, and all over Randy's crotch as well.

Then, pulling Kalé back so he was looking directly up into Randy's face, he
gave him one of his shit eating grins.  "Way to go man" he said.  "That was
pretty terrific for a first timer.  I loved it."  Kalé just stared at him
with cum smeared all over his face.  "But you are one hell of a mess" Randy
laughed.  "Com'on in the house and we'll take a shower."  Pulling Kalé to
his feet, and holding him by the hand, Randy led him from the
garage/workout room into the house.

A half hour later the boys were back in the weight room and Randy was
talking about his ideas about Kalé's workout schedule and what he needed to
do to prepare for the wrestling team.  Kalé had tried to say something
about being forced to give a blow job, but each time he started to speak,
Randy would interrupt him and tell him to shut up.  When they finally
finished their discussion, Randy let Kalé know there was one final
requirement.

"My boys always thank me for letting them blow me Kalé, and I'm kind of
used to that.  I let you suck me and you should be appreciative.  Most
everybody wants me" he said with a laugh "but I'm kind of particular about
who I pick to service me."

"So, go ahead.  Tell me you loved blowing me, and thank me for it.  Go
ahead."

"Ahhh... Randy..."

"Boss" Randy said.

"Ahhh... Boss... ahhh..."

Randy reached over and grabbed Kalé by the neck and pulled him close.
"Tell me you loved blowing me Kalé.  Go on; say it" he said with a big grin
on his face.  "Say it."

"Ahhh... Boss...  I ahhh...  I ah.. loved sucking you."

"Good man.  I knew you could do it.  Now thank me for it."

"Ahhh... thank you Boss" Kalé whispered .

"That's great Kalé.  You're a fast learner.  But just so I don't have to
tell you every time, remember that I let you blow me, you thank me for it."

"Ahhh Randy" Kalé said, rubbing his neck where Randy had squeezed it.
"There ain't no way... ever again..."

Randy simply laughed as he grabbed him by the chin, squeezing his cheeks.
"Don't you think for a minute that you can say no to me.  I went easy on
you today but you know I can kick your ass in a minute.  You belong to me
now and I'll decide when you'll blow me again."  Randy squeezed his cheeks
and gave his head a shake.  "If I want it, you'll damn well do it.  You
understand that?  Speak up!"

"Yeah Boss.  I got it" Kalé wheezed.  "I got it."  Randy let go of his chin
and gave him a push towards the door.

"Okay.  We got a good start today Kalé.  I want you here again on Thursday
and we'll go over your weight lifting program.  See you in school
tomorrow."  Kalé left and Randy started getting the weight room organized
so it would be ready for tomorrow's workout.

*****************************************

He'd barely gotten started when there was a knock at the door.  "Shit Kalé.
What do you want now?" he said as he opened the door.  And then he was
totally shocked to see the smiling face of his Cousin Steve standing in the
doorway.  (editor: see WoW Chapter 9) Steve was a very attractive twenty
year old college soccer player, and at one time had been Randy's nemesis.
But for two weeks last summer Randy was finally able to turn the tables on
him and whip his ass.

"Hi Cousin" Steve said as he pushed his way into the workout room.  "Nice
to see you again."

"Well, hell" Randy said, finally coming to his senses.  Then his face broke
into an enormous grin as he remembered a pleasurable two weeks when he'd
turned Steve into his lackey.  "If it isn't my handsome cock sucking
Cousin, in the flesh.  Welcome Cousin; back for more?"

"Here we are Randy.  Alone again." Steve was dressed in a white t-shirt
that was molded to his body, showing his very impressive build.


"Nice to see you again slave boy" Randy said, his grin growing even bigger
as he threw his arms up and flexed his muscles.  "And just when I needed
some exercise and a little wrestling practice.  You know, I have wonderful
memories of last year when I whipped your ass and turned you into my fuck
boy.  But, somehow, I didn't expect you to come back for more.  So, what's
your game?"

"Nothing special Randy" Steve said while smiling brightly.  "But since our
parents were out on a cruise together again I thought you might be in need
of some company.  So I brought a friend along.  He's outside right now."

"Well, bring him in; bring him in" Randy said with a laugh.  "The more the
merrier.  Two cocksuckers are always better than one."  Steve walked to the
door and opened it.

"Com'on in Colt.  Meet my Cousin Randy" he said.  And then the biggest guy
Randy had ever seen walked into the room, so wide that he had to turn
sideways in order to get through the doorway.  He was wearing a t-shirt
which must have been the largest size available, but he had muscles that
were trying to burst their way out of it in every direction.

"Oh my god" Randy said in amazement.

"Meet Colt, Randy.  State heavyweight wrestling champion" Steve said, now
grinning ear to ear. "Colt; meet my pretty boy Cousin Randy." (editor: for
intro to Colt, see `My Two College Roommates') Randy's mouth was hanging
open and he was in shock and totally speechless.

"Hi there Randy" Colt said.  "Jesus Steve.  He really is gorgeous" Colt
said.  "You didn't exaggerate at all.  In fact he's even prettier than you
said.  This is going to be fantastic."

Randy finally got his voice back.  "Ahhh... hi C-c-colt" he mumbled.
"Ahhh... what's going on?  Huh?"

"It's simple really" Steve answered with a snicker.  "I told Colt he could
have the prettiest gay boy in the county, if he'd just help me out and
teach you a few things.  And I'm pretty sure he has a lot of things to
teach you."

"Ahhh... C-c-colt" Randy said with trepidation.  "Do you know what a prick
my Cousin Steve is?"  Randy was absolutely fearless and completely
confident that he could take on anyone, however, he'd never been faced with
a guy looking like this.  Colt was an absolute monster.  A very attractive
monster, but still a monster.  Colt looked to be over six feet; at least
four inches taller than Randy, but Randy'd never imagined that a guy could
have a body that big which was clearly all muscle.  He probably outweighed
him by 60 or 80 pounds.  Randy gulped and began to sweat.

"Well, yeah, as a matter of fact" Colt answered.  "I know your Cousin Steve
is a prick but a deal is a deal, and you were the only thing Steve had to
offer that I was interested in."

"Ahhh... what's that?" Randy asked.

"Steve's girlfriend Sandy had the hots for my bod and was bugging the shit
out of me" Colt said with a chuckle, "so I agreed to a threesome.  Actually
a foursome since my fuck boy Paul was there.  So Steve owed me, and since I
wasn't interested in his ass, he told me you had an ass that wouldn't
quit."  Colt started laughing.  "And I'll have to say he was right.  You've
got the most fuckable ass I've ever seen."

"Hell with that man" Randy said.  "I ain't no punk kid like I was a few
years ago when Steve raped me.  I don't get fucked."

"Oh I can see you're not a punk kid" Colt said with a grin.  "You're one
hot muscle stud; spectacular in fact; just the way I like `em."

"Hey man.  Let's not get carried away" Randy growled.  "I don't know what
Steve told you, but I'm not any god damn prize for him to give away.  You
want to rape him you go right ahead, but keep me out of it."

"Sorry Randy" Colt said, still chuckling.  "A bargain is a bargain.  Steve
and Sandy went all out giving me a good time and watching the two of them
with their heads together and slurping all over my cock and balls was
pretty damn entertaining."  Then Colt turned to Steve.  "You loved it
didn't you Steve?"  Steve began to turn red with embarrassment but didn't
say anything.

Colt gave Steve a look.  "Didn't you Cocksucker?" he snarled.

"Please Colt" Steve whispered.  "Please don't.

"I asked you a question Cocksucker" Colt snarled again.

"Ahhh... yeah Colt.  Yeah" Steve answered with a gulp, clearly intimidated.
"Ahhh... yeah.  I... ahhh.  Ahhh... yeah.  Sandy liked it"

"It wasn't just Sandy man.  You were gobbling my cock like nobody's
business" Colt said with a laugh.  Then he turned back to Randy.  "So Steve
told me what a pretty boy you were Randy, and I can see he was right on.
He also told me you were an arrogant son of a bitch, and that may be true
as well."

"He is Colt.  He really is" Steve responded.

"Well I drove down here with Steve to get me some pretty boy ass, and
that's what I'm going to do" Colt said with a grin.  "And it looks to me
like you got one of the prettiest asses I've ever seen."  Colt pulled his
t-shirt up and off showing his gargantuan upper body.  "What do you think
boy" he asked Randy.  "Steve says you're a wrestler.  Thank you can handle
this?"

Randy was in shock.  Standing there in only his jockstrap, he knew he was
gorgeous, so he wasn't surprised this guy wanted him.  Hell, everybody
wanted him.  But this monster not only wanted him, he intended to take him.
Violently.

"Ahhh...  Colt" he stuttered.  "You got the wrong idea here.  I beat Steve
up last summer because he deserved it, but I don't want to mess with you."

"Sorry Randy" Colt said with a grin.  "I didn't drive all the way here for
nothing, and I definitely want to mess with you.  You're the cutest little
muscle boy I've seen in months, and I definitely want to mess with you.
But don't worry your little head too much, because I won't hurt you too
bad.  I'm just going to work you over a little to get the juices flowing
and then fuck you."  Undoing his pants, Colt reached down, removed his
shoes and pulled his jeans down and off.

Standing there in only a jockstrap, Colt gave Randy a `most muscular' pose
forcing every massive muscle in his body to surge out to massive
proportions showing his unbelievable size and definition.  An absolutely
magnificent Hercules.

"Come here little boy" he said grinning broadly.  "Let's get better
acquainted."  Randy realized he was in big trouble as he stepped back away
from Colt.  This guy was colossal; probably outweighing him by upwards of a
hundred pounds.  And Steve said he was a champion wrestler.  Randy knew he
wouldn't be able to match the giant's strength, so his only chance was a
quick attack and a quick victory before Colt had any chance to take
control.

Randy leaped.  Using the force of his body to try to knock the big man
down, Randy grabbed an arm and put his other around Colt's neck trying to
force him off balance.  However, Colt was incredibly quick, and as Randy
rammed against him, he swung around and pushed, sending Randy flying across
the room before he could even get a grip.  One second later Colt was on
him, and two seconds after that he had Randy turned over on his stomach
with his arms twisted behind his back.  Shit, how could anybody so big move
so fast?  Randy knew without a doubt he was going to lose.

"Oh shit, you are cute" Colt laughed as he held both Randy's hands with one
big paw and slapped his bare ass with the other.  "And what an ass" he said
as he fondled and pinched Randy's hard globes.  Then he surprised Randy by
letting go and stepping back.  "Okay little boy" he said with a smirk on
his face.  "This is fun, so let's try it again."

Steve was standing across the room absolutely glowing with pleasure as Colt
played with his nemesis.  He couldn't wait until it was his turn to
humiliate his hated Cousin.

Randy still knew his only chance was to have a lot of luck and a quick
victory, so without bothering to get up off the floor, he leaped at Colt's
legs, and actually knocked him off his feet.  However, Colt was again
incredibly fast and jerked him by the hair and within a second was sitting
on top of him holding his wrists.  Randy heaved upwards, jerking his arms
away, but Colt simply leaned over and dragged Randy between his legs in a
scissors hold and started squeezing.  Randy let out an `oof' as the air was
squeezed out of him and Colt started crushing him between his incredible
thighs.  Randy brought his legs down and slamming then against the floor
lifting his body and trying to break free, but Colt just squeezed harder.

"It's all over little boy" Colt said.  "You're done."

"Ohhh..."  Randy screamed.  The pain was incredible.  "Stop, stop" he
yelled.

"I'm just getting started boy" Colt said as he again grabbed both of
Randy's wrists in one enormous hand.  With the other he gave Randy a
stinging slap across the face.  Then again, Colt released him, and putting
a foot against Randy's side, pushed him away.

Standing up, Colt reached down, grabbed a handful of Randy's hair and
pulled him to his knees.  "We can keep doing this as long as you want
cutie, but it's just going to get more and more painful for you.  But it's
okay because you're making me really hot" he said as he took hold of one of
Randy's wrists and pulled his hand into his crotch.  Randy felt an enormous
cock, bigger than anything he could have imagined, which was super hard and
throbbing.  If he gave in, this guy was probably going to bust him wide
open by trying to stick this jumbo sized prick up his butt.

In desperation Randy rammed his head into the giant trying to knock him
over, but Colt simply grabbed him under the arms, lifted him, and tossed
him half way across the room.  Luckily the wrestling mat was there so Randy
wasn't hurt when he landed.  "Oh yeah muscle boy" Colt laughed.  "This is
going to be great."

Randy raised himself on his elbows and looked at the giant muscle man in
front of him.  "Please Colt.  I know you can take me.  But please... "

"Don't stop Colt" Steve shouted.  "Give him some more.  Beat his ass good
before you fuck him."

Colt looked over at Steve with a look of distain on his face.  "You shut
the fuck up Steve" he growled.  "You say another word and it's you'll be
laid out on the floor."  A quick look of fear appeared on Steve's face and
he shut up.

"Now Randy baby" Colt said with a grin.  "Are you begging me to quit
already?  Before I even get warmed up?  Huh?  Com'on babe.  Don't ruin my
fun."

As much as Randy always put on the macho front, that of a Master in control
of all of those around him, the greatest relationship he'd ever had had
been with Wade, a giant of a man and a very demanding Master.  Wade had
brought him out and shown him how to be a slave, and then showed him what
it took to be a Master.  And although Wade had not called him for months,
Randy still loved him and would have gone to hell and back just to be
allowed to serve him.  So Randy was well trained in how to serve and he
also had a deep seated desire to be controlled by a truly superior male
animal; an extremely powerful dominant superhuman muscle man.  A man worthy
to be worshiped as a god.  And now he had that superior creature standing
right in front of him, a true Hercules, an astonishingly perfect creation
of God, and Randy was ready to submit to a new Master.

"Please sir.  I know I can't beat you" Randy answered.  "What do you want
from me?"

"I want your ass babe" Colt said with a laugh.  "That's what I want.  And
I'm going to get it, one way or another.  But maybe if you call me Master
and give it up voluntarily I might go easy on you.  Who knows?  But let me
tell you, I can almost feel my prick sliding into that hot ass already.  Oh
yeah, I can't wait."

Randy had been perfectly trained by his Master Wade, and knew exactly what
was required.  Getting up onto his knees and bowing his head he said "I
submit to you Master."

Colt's grin grew and grew as he laughed aloud.  "Oh shit Steve" he laughed.
"This is your nemesis?  You want me to lay this kid out because you're
afraid of him?  I know you're a wimp but this is ridiculous."

"Don't listen to him Colt" Steve blurted out.  "He's just putting on an
act.  Don't let those pretty boy looks deceive you because he's a total
nightmare.  You don't know what he did to me last summer but I can tell
you, he deserves anything you give him."

 "Listen Colt.  Steve is a total ass hole" Randy said.  "The truth is he
beat the hell out of me for three years when I was a skinny little kid.
And then last year when I finally got the upper hand, I kicked the shit out
of him and did everything to him he'd done to me.  I admit I enjoyed every
god damn minute of it, but he deserved everything he got."

"So Steve is an asshole.  So what?  That's got nothing to do with the here
and now.  I came down here to whip your ass and get a good fuck and that's
what I'm going to do."  Colt walked over to him grabbing his hair again,
and pulled him to his feet.  Randy did not fight back but got to his feet
when Colt pulled on his hair.

"Maybe it's better to have you willing instead of having to beat the shit
out of you first" Colt said giving Randy a grin.  "What do you think?"
Randy took hold of one of Colt's hands and pulled it into his crotch.

"Oh yeah, you are turned on" Colt said as he groped Randy's hardening
prick, "but I don't give a shit about your cock.  I'm taking your ass."
Still holding Colt's hand and looking him in the eye, Randy pulled it
around and placed it on his ass.

"Here it is Master.  The hottest ass you've ever seen, just waiting to give
up a hot fuck to the right man" Randy whispered.  "And I think you're the
right man."

Randy was caught completely unprepared as Colt pulled back and slammed his
giant fist into his stomach knocking him flat on his back.  "Ooof" he
grunted as the breath was knocked out of him.

"But then again, I don't much care if a guy is willing or not" Colt said
with a sneer.  "Raping a guy can be pretty damn exciting, particularly
after I've kicked the shit out of him.  And anyway, I like roughing a guy
up before I use him.  It makes me hard."

Then, without warning Colt dropped his entire 263 pounds down on Randy,
ramming his knee into his stomach.  Randy screamed as Colt grabbed his hair
and slapped him hard across the face.  "I don't want you to love me little
boy.  I want you to fear me" he uttered.  "When I see fear in those pretty
green eyes of yours I'll know you're ready."

Getting up again and pulling Randy by the hair he forced him back to his
feet.  Pulling Randy into a head lock he started squeezing and grinding
Randy's head and ears.  As much as Randy wanted to concede, and let Colt
take control, he now realized that he had no choice but to continue to
resist.  Obviously Colt would not have any respect for him unless he put up
a good fight.  And besides, Colt didn't seem to be ready to quit working
him over, so if he didn't fight back he was going to get beaten to a pulp.
Randy slugged Colt in the lat as hard as he could and tried to jerk his
head free, but it felt like hitting a cement wall and didn't seem to faze
Colt in the least.  But he had to do something because it felt like Colt
was trying to tear his ears off.

Then Colt let go of him once again and slammed his enormous fist into his
stomach.  This time Randy at least was able to tighten his abs but that
didn't keep an `Ooomph" from coming from him as he went flying backwards
onto the wrestling mat again.  Colt just stared down at him for a moment.

"You going to wimp out on me boy?" Colt asked sarcastically.  Randy
immediately leaped for Colt's legs, but Colt slapped him on the side of the
head and stepped aside.  Then grabbing Randy's arms and twisting them
behind him, Colt pushed him onto his stomach and sat down on his butt.
Holding both Randy's hands with one big paw, Colt grabbed him by the chin,
pulling his head and upper body up painfully.  "You know, you are a scrappy
one for such a little guy" he said with a laugh.  "Not bad at all.  But I'm
ready to fuck.  You ready to give up?" he said as he pulled harder on
Randy's head forcing his back to bend and his spine to creak and getting a
scream from him.

Randy was ready.  Oh was he ever ready.  "Yes sir.  Yes Master" Randy
screeched.  "I submit."  Randy hoped that by this point he'd proved to Colt
that he was tough.  And besides, even though he was bruised and battered,
his cock was like a steel rod in his jock strap.  For only the second or
maybe third time in his young life, Randy was ready to be topped.  He was
ready and willing to be fucked by a god.

Colt let go, stood up and stepped back.  Randy rolled over on his back.  "I
submit to you Master" he said as he looked up into Colt's eyes.

"You are a hot little thing" Colt said with a smile as he reached down and
groped the enormous bulge sticking out from his middle.  "Gimmy a kiss
right here little boy.  Show me you're ready."  Randy got up on his knees
in front of his new Master, and gently kissed the enormous bulge in Colt's
jock strap.

"Pull my jock down baby" Colt ordered.  Randy grabbed the jock strap and
slowly pulled it down letting the enormous ten inch monster to pop out and
up, slapping itself against Colt's crotch.

"Oh shit" Randy mumbled as he saw the size of it.  This was at least as big
as Wade's cock and maybe even bigger.  Randy felt a chill of fear shoot up
his spine.  He hadn't had a prick up his butt since the Youth camp Minister
had fucked him a couple months back (editor: see WoW chapter 19), and he
knew that unless he went through some major preparations, this humongous
prick was going to tear him apart.

Colt reached down and took hold of Randy's chin and tipped his face up so
Randy was looking him in the eye.  "You belong to me don't you baby?
You're mine?"

"Yes sir" Randy said.


"Master" Colt corrected.

"Yes Master.  I belong to you" Randy said.  There was now no question in
Randy's mind that he was kneeling before a God.  He'd had plenty of
experience with Wade, and he knew what it meant to worship, and this man
was definitely worthy of his worship.  Randy was now ready and willing to
be a slave to this Giant, this Hercules, this Superman.  "I will be your
slave, Master" he said.

As Colt let go of his chin, Randy leaned forward and gave the prodigious
prick a kiss, hoping that this was the right thing to do and Colt wouldn't
object.  There was no objection from above so he did it again, and then
again.  Then he bent down and reverently kissed each of Colts feet.

Colt started beaming with pleasure, amazed that this gorgeous muscle boy
seemed to know instinctively how to be a slave.  He now knew that fucking
this kid was going to be even better than he'd originally thought.  And if
this kid knew how to be a slave, Colt certainly knew how to be a Master.

"Master" Randy murmured as he gently kissed Colt's feet again.  "May I
speak?  May I ask something."

"Slave's don't make requests boy" Colt answered, rather perturbed that
Randy would presume to ask anything.  "Stick out your tongue and start
working my feet."

"Yes Master" Randy answered, and developing as much saliva as he could, he
began washing his new Master's feet with his tongue.  Randy was totally
humiliated by having Steve there to watch him grovel, and had hoped Colt
would make him leave, but obviously that was not going to happen.

"Oh shit, this is good Colt" Steve laughed with a big leer on his face.
"This is just great, but I think you should knock him around a little more.
Or better yet, let me do it.  I really owe him for last summer."

Colt ignored him completely and kept grinning down at the gorgeous muscle
boy crouching down at his feet.  Colt was used to being worshiped and most
every proper sexual encounter he'd ever had started with his partner on his
knees at his feet, usually begging for his cock.  Being a muscle god
offered a lot of advantages and Colt had always made good use of them.
Even though he had two dedicated worshipers as roommates back at the U, he
occasionally enjoyed a new tongue, a new mouth, a new ass, on some
beautiful boy who was excited about muscle and wanted to pay homage to the
most perfect muscle man they'd ever seen.

Colt liked them pretty and built and passionate; and actually, the built
ones were the easiest to get because after working to build their own
bodies, they understood what it took to build a perfect physique like
Colt's.  They were the ones that were most enamored and enthralled by his
immense muscles.  As far as the passionate part went, that was up to Colt,
and he did whatever was necessary to be sure they were always properly
enthusiastic.  He could only grin at the memories of how, really, really
enthusiastic his tricks could be after he gave them some very firm
encouragement.

"Let me at him" Steve asked.  "Let me work him over Colt.  Okay?"

"You shut the fuck up" Colt growled at him.  Actually, Colt agreed with
Randy that Steve was a creep.  He'd only accepted this deal to take Randy
down because Steve had to offer him something in return for the foursome
and besides, Randy sounded really hot.  Hot and ready to be taken down by
the right man.  But as far as Colt was concerned, the only deal he had with
Steve was for him to work pretty boy Randy over and fuck him.  Nothing was
said about Steve taking part in any of the action.  "Just shut up and keep
the hell out of the way or I'll kick your ass out of here" he ordered.

"Okay Colt" answered Steve contritely.  "Okay, okay, geeze."

"You boy" Colt said.  "Look at me."  Randy stopped licking Colt's feet and
raised his head to look him in the eye.  "You want to be my slave, boy?"
Colt asked.

"I AM your slave, Master" Randy answered.  "I belong to you and will obey
you completely."  Colt couldn't help but get a big grin on his face.  This
boy was adorable.

"I seem to know how to be a slave, boy, so I guess you've had practice"
Colt said.  "True?"

"Yes Master.  I am still a slave to my Master Wade" Randy answered humbly.
"But I will be your slave as well as long as you wish."

"Good boy" Colt said with a smile as he reached down and gave Randy a
couple friendly slaps to the cheek.  "So, slave boy.  Show me what your
Master Wade taught you.  Get on my ass."  Randy hesitated for a couple
seconds but Colt just stood there with his hands on his hips looking at him
and waiting, so Randy finally scurried around behind him and stuck his face
into his crack.

"Use your hands to pull it open" Colt ordered "and get in there.  Let me
feel that tongue."  Randy knew how to be a slave from following the orders
of an extremely demanding Master, and was determined to let Colt know that
he was no neophyte.  Pulling the cheeks open and developing more saliva,
Randy buried his face in the crack and started licking and sucking at the
hot ass of his new Master.

"Oh shit yeah."  Colt sighed in contentment as he felt the wet tongue
lapping up and down his crack.  "That's it baby.  Suck on that hole."
Randy licked and sucked up and down the crack for a minute or so, and then,
jamming his nose in as hard as possible and curling his tongue as Wade had
taught him, he began to work his wet licker into the tight hole.

"Oh yeah.  That's it.  That's it" Colt cried ecstatically.  "Get in there."
Even though Randy was doing an incredible job Colt reached back and slapped
him on the back of the head as additional encouragement.  "Go to it babe.
Go to it."  Randy got his tongue in as far as he could, and then started
bouncing his face back and forth in the ass crack forcing his tongue to
fuck in and out of the hole.

Randy's cock was so hard it felt like it was going to burst, and he was
trying to control his excitement.  His Master Wade hadn't called him for
months and Randy hadn't realized how much he missed worshiping a true god.
A true muscle Master who demanded and deserved to be serviced.

But then Randy realized his cock was throbbing, and although he tried to
control it, he was too late and he started shooting across the floor.  "Oh
shit" he mumbled even as he still had his tongue stuck up Colt's ass.


"Oh yeah" Colt said.  "You are a hot little fucker, aren't you?  And a
total submissive too.  Just the way I like `em."  Colt stepped away and
turned to look at Randy.  Randy was panting frantically, his hair was wet
and sticking to his forehead and his face was covered with saliva.  His
cock had stopped firing and he now had a hold of it, squeezing a few of the
last drips out of the tip.

"Oh Master, I'm sorry" he stuttered through his panting.  "I'm really
sorry, but I just couldn't help it Master."

"That's okay boy" Colt laughed.  "You are one hot little son of a bitch.
But now, if you've got some cream out here you'd better get greased up
because I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours."

"Ahhh... yes Master" Randy gasped as he jumped up, his cock still dripping,
and hurried over to his small supply cabinet.  Pulling out a bottle of his
favorite lubricant he scurried back to Colt and back down on his knees.

"I'll do it" Steve said.  "Let me grease him up Colt.  Let me do it."
Steve had been watching all this, and had opened his pants and had been
gently stroking his cock.  He was obviously hot to trot.

"Please Master" Randy pleaded.  "Please no."

"Steve, I told you to shut the fuck up" Colt said.  "Either that or get the
hell out of here."  Steve grumbled something under his breath, but didn't
actually speak.

Randy poured some of the lubricant on his fingers, and reaching back
started rubbing it over his crack. He was looking up at Colt's magnificent
body but his eyes were drawn to the enormous bludgeon sticking out of his
middle that was being fondled gently.  Randy was astonished and frightened
at its size; a good ten inches or so long and almost as big around as a
beer can.  Colt was now his Master so Randy was determined to be a perfect
slave, but he knew he was in for some pain.  Getting more of the cream,
Randy put one finger, and then two and then three into his butt hole,
massaging it and stretching it as much as possible.  Colt just stood there
playing with himself and grinning down at the beautiful boy at his feet.
Randy leaned forward and kissed one of his Master's huge muscular thighs
and then the other one, and then the hand that was stroking the enormous
cock.

"Please Master" Randy whispered as he bent down and kissed each of Colt's
feet.  "Please.  I'm ready."  Actually Randy wasn't sure he was ready, but
he'd used plenty of cream and had gotten three fingers and a thumb up his
bung hole.  He figured he was as ready as he'd ever be.

Colt walked over to one of the wrestling mats, and pulling a cushion over
for his head, lay down on his back.  "Over here slave boy.  Facing me."
The realization hit Randy immediately that Colt was going to make him do
all the work.  A true Master who demanded that his slave demean himself by
sitting on the enormous bludgeon and fuck himself.  Nothing less than total
submission.

Staying on his knees, Randy crawled over to Colt and straddled his thighs.
The huge rod was hard and tight against Colt's belly as Randy bent down and
gave it several wet kisses.  Then he crawled forward so he was setting
right on top of it.  Randy's own prick had recovered and was sticking
straight out from his middle and was so hard that it was hurting.

"Oh yeah boy; let's see how good of a slave you are" Colt crooned.  "Keep
your eyes on me while you're taking my boner up your ass."  Randy rose up
on his knees and gingerly reached behind himself and grasped the massive
ten inch monster and lifted it, aiming it towards his ass crack.  Then
easing down slightly, he aligned the bulbous head with his butt hole.  Then
taking a deep breath and squinting his eyes closed he pushed down, hard,
allowing the rod to push against his hole.

"Oh shit" he mumbled as he forced his butt down and the monster started
widening his hole.

"I said keep your eyes open and look at me" Colt growled.  "I want you see
your eyes while you fuck me."  As Randy reopened his eyes his first glance
of the massive chest, huge round shoulders and tree trunk arms gave him an
immediate shot of adrenalin and allowed him to force the monstrous head of
Colt's cock into his ass.

"Ooooooh" he moaned from the pain, and closed his eyes, but immediately
remembered and forced them back open again and looked Colt in the eye.
Colt was actually grinning, obviously enjoying Randy's strenuous efforts.
Randy started panting and moaning, trying to ease the pain in his ass.
"Excuse me Master.  Excuse me" he moaned as he raised up and allowed the
cockhead to slip out of him.  "Give me a minute please.  Just a minute and
I'll do it."  Randy was now sweating, and it was dripping down his forehead
and cheeks and dripping off his chin.  Colt didn't say anything, but kept a
stern look on his face as he continued looking Randy in the eye.  Randy
knew he had only seconds to get back on the cock or Colt would probably
take matters into his own hands.

Realigning the big prick to his asshole again, Randy started easing down
once more.  He groaned again as the cockhead popped into his ass, but it
wasn't quite as bad this time.  "I'm in Master.  I'm in" he moaned.  Then,
little by little, he began to ease a bit more of the monster into his ass.
"Ohhhh...shit" he said as he pulled back a little and then forced more into
him.

"Way to go muscle boy.  You're doing fine.  Feels great" Colt said as he
gave the boy a wink and a smile.  "Yeah, that's it."  Pain or no pain,
Randy's cock was sticking up like a steel rod so he was totally turned on
to fucking himself on this giant's enormous prick.

When Randy finally got a good five inches into his ass, he stopped for a
moment, panting forcefully to try to ease the pain from his overstretched
hole.  "Oh shit, you're huge" he moaned.

"Oh yeah baby" Colt laughed, really enjoying watching Randy's struggles and
the look of torment in his face.  "My big prick and your tight little hole
were just made for each other baby."  But as much as Colt enjoyed watching
Randy, he'd just about had enough waiting.  It was now time to take charge
and show this new fuck boy how a real man got his rocks off.

"Okay babe" Colt said.  "Enough fucking around.  You've got five seconds to
get your ass down on my cock.  Now move it."  Randy had no doubts that Colt
was a very demanding dominant so he was not completely surprised at his
impatience.  So, taking a deep breath, Randy pushed down with his full
weight forcing that monster cock all the way deep into his ass and yelling
as he did it.

"Yeeeaaaooooh!  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"  Randy knew how to get fucked
and he knew that pleasure would be coming soon, but that did not change the
fact the current pain was excruciating, and he couldn't hold himself there.
So, he pulled back up, almost completely off, gasping for breath and
whimpering.  "Oh shit.  Oh shit" he cried.  "Please Master.  Please.  Give
me a minute."

But Colt had about reached the end of his patience.  That ass felt really
good wrapped around his cock, and he wanted more; now.  Reaching out and
grabbing Randy by the waist, he held him tight while he rammed his crotch
up as hard as he could.  His hard ten inches forced its' way deep into
Randy's ass again, and as Randy screamed he pulled back and rammed it in
again.  And then again.  The pleasure of his cock being almost crushed by
the hot little ass was absolutely heavenly.

"Oh man.  What an ass" Colt cried.  After slamming it to Randy three times,
Colt stopped and just held Randy there without moving; his huge rod stuffed
in as tight as it could get.  Randy was gasping and whimpering, but he
didn't move and just tried to adjust to his ass being stretched to
outrageous proportions.  Colt was relishing the feel of his cock in the
tight ass and fully intended to make this pleasure last as long as
possible, so he just waited and gave Randy a couple minutes to get
acclimated to it.

Randy stopped whimpering but was still panting frantically to try to ease
the pain, when Colt spoke to him.  "Okay; enough.  Get that ass of yours
moving before I get pissed, and I told you to keep your god damn eyes
open."

"Okay Master.  Okay" Randy gasped.  And very gradually Randy raised up
allowing the cock to slide over half way out, and then slowly sat down
forcing it back in.  Colt was so huge, and so massively muscled and so
dominant that it made Randy heart beat faster just to look at him.  But he
was such a god that Randy was willing to do anything to please him no
matter how painful it might be.

Randy had been fucked by Wade's big cock and had enjoyed it once the
initial pain was over, so he knew it was going to start feeling great any
second now.  But watching Colt as he started moving his ass up and down in
a smooth motion, all he saw was a frown on his face.  He understood that a
Master such as Colt could be very impatient and demanding if his obsequious
worshiper was not giving him satisfactory service, so Randy knew he had to
do something, and do it pretty damn quick.  So, he gradually began to pick
up the speed of his movements.

Randy had greased himself up well, and his hole was now stretched to its
maximum to handle Colt's monster, so every few strokes he stopped and
wiggled his ass from side to side, trying to give Colt as much pleasure as
possible.  He couldn't believe that Colt was still frowning, so he picked
up speed again and started really banging his ass down against Colt's
crotch on the downward thrusts.

He was dripping with sweat now but the pain was completely gone and it was
beginning to feel good, so now all he had to do was concentrate on Colt's
pleasure.  Doing everything he could to try to make it good, he finally saw
that look of disdain disappear from Colt's face, and maybe, just maybe, a
glimmer of a smile.  Oh yeah.  Colt was finally beginning to enjoy it.

"This is great Master" Randy gasped as he bounced up and down.  "Love your
big prick in my ass."  And this was true.  It had been so long since Randy
had been fucked he'd forgotten how much enjoyment there could be in being a
submissive; submitting yourself to a true dominant male.  As much as he
loved being a Master in his own right, he loved even more being fucked by a
demanding Hercules.  There was absolutely nothing more incredible that
giving up your ass to a deserving muscle god.

As Randy continued bouncing up and down he saw Colt's enormous chest begin
to move up and down as he began to pant.  And from the look in his face,
Randy knew he was getting close.  Focusing his total being on what Colt
must be feeling, Randy squeezed his ass as he bounced making Colt get
hotter and hotter.

And Colt finally reacted.  Grabbing Randy by the neck and rolling him over
and slamming him to the mat, Colt got on top and started banging his cock
as hard as he could into the upturned ass.  Colt was now sweating profusely
and dripping down into Randy's face as he slammed over and over again into
his ass.  Then he let out a yell.

"Fuck yeeeaaah" Colt yelled as he slammed into Randy's ass and held it
there for a couple seconds.  Then he did it again.  "Fuck yeah" he yelled
as he banged into the ass one more time.  And then ramming it in one final
time as hard as he could, he started to cum.

"Take it slave boy.  Take it" he exalted as he fired over and over again
into Randy's ass.  "Oh shit yeah" he moaned.  Holding tight, almost
crushing Randy's thighs to his chest, Colt closed his eyes and luxuriated
in the ecstasy of his cock blasting into the muscle boy's ass.

And then it was over.  Randy was on his back covered with sweat looking up
at his incredible muscle Master, and Colt was on his knees with his big rod
still planted in Randy's ass.  Randy's cock was rock hard and throbbing but
he hadn't cum even though the pleasure had been incredible.

"Cum for me boy.  Go ahead, jerk off" Colt ordered as looked down at his
gorgeous new fuck toy.  "Do it."

Randy was a bit surprised that Colt would allow him to cum, but was not
about to look a gift horse in the mouth so he grabbed his cock.  "Thank you
Master" he said as he started jerking his rigid prick hard and fast.
Twenty seconds later he let fly and was shooting his strings of cum up and
over his chest.  "Thank you Master.  Thank you Master" Randy mumbled as he
continued bombarding his chest with his ejaculation.

After only a moment or two, Colt slowly pulled his still massive rod from
Randy's ass, and as the head finally popped out, he lay down next to Randy
on the mat putting his arm under his head.  "Way to go muscle boy" he
whispered.  "That was great.  Loved your ass."

"Thank you Master" Randy said softly as he rolled over on his side with his
head on Colt's bicep.  Putting his arm over Colt's chest he started kissing
him softly on his shoulder and upper chest.  "That was fabulous Master.
Thank you."

Steve, of course, had been watching every bit of this and going crazy with
lust.  He'd had his cock out throughout the action and had been keeping
himself on the very edge of shooting.  He was incredibly hot and even
though he pretended to be straight, he was not only envious of Colt fucking
Randy's hot ass, he would have loved being in Randy's place taking Colts
big shaft.  But right now all he wanted was his revenge against Randy.
Right now his cock was throbbing, but he was still holding out because he
wanted to shoot into his nemesis' ass.

"Ahhh... Colt.  Remember our deal" Steve said to Colt.  "You said I could
fuck him."

Colt looked over at Steve with total distain.  "Steve, you are such a
prick.  The only deal I remember was that I would take him down and fuck
him.  I've done that.  It's over."

"Ahhh... Colt.  You said I could have him after you fucked him" Steve
pleaded.  "That's what you said."

"Okay fine" Colt answered.  "Go ahead and take him if you can.  I'll just
watch. "  Randy gave one final kiss on Colt's chest and then sat up looking
over at Steve, giving him a big smile, realizing that Colt was not going to
interfere.

"Oh yeah Cousin" Randy said with a laugh.  "Remember last Summer?  Remember
the good times?"  Randy continued laughing as he snapped his fingers at
Steve.  "Get your ass over here" he growled as he stood up.

"Colt" Steve said with shock.  "Please.  Don't let him do this."  Colt
continued lying on his back on the mat, but got up on his elbows to watch
the action.

"Cousin" Randy said with a chill in his voice.  "If I have to come over
there and get you you're going to be damn sorry.  Now get your ass over
here like I told you."  Steve looked back and forth between Colt and Randy
hoping for some kind of reprieve, but both Colt and Randy just smiled at
him and waited.

"Colt.  Please" Steve pleaded.

"Cousin" Randy threatened.  "You're getting me pissed."  Giving into the
inevitable, Steve stuffed his now soft cock back into his pants and slowly
walked over to where Randy was standing.  Randy snapped his fingers and
pointed to the floor, so Steve got down on his knees.

"Hell Steve.  I forgot how damn good you look down there on your knees" he
said with a laugh.  Grabbing him by the hair and jerking his head back,
Randy got a wad of spit together and let it drop into Steve's face.  Steve
knew better than to react or say anything.

"You going to thank me boy?" Randy asked with a big grin on his face.

"Yes Randy" Steve whispered.  "Thank you."

"Ahhh... Master?" Randy laughed and turned to Colt.  "I'm thinking of
having him blow me after I slap him around a bit.  What do you think?"

Colt was also laughing as he answered.  "Do whatever you want Randy.  I'm
just going to watch, so you just go ahead and entertain me."

And Randy did just that.  Randy could be very entertaining.



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