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 18 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.