Available Youth Fantasy

This story contains supernatural events of violent gay domination with teenagers in a black-on-white setting.  If any of these issues bother you, stop reading now.  Also, if you are under the legal age of consent, you should be experiencing gay sex, not reading about it, so go elsewhere.

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Available Youth Fantasy

Chapter Eight

You're probably wondering why I haven't said anything about the 'ebon' that my grandma gave me.  And it's very simple.  The reason I haven't mentioned it is because I haven't used it.  Not yet, anyway.

As you recall, she said 'ash' was the 'attraction' potion, basically just to give the recipients a positive attitude about me giving me free reign to do pretty much what I wanted with them, while 'ebon' was for 'reverence', actual adoration and devotion.  I haven't tried the 'ebon' yet, but I imagine it would be similar to what Emil and Brice are experiencing and I'd have to 'beat them off with a stick'.

I haven't used 'ebon', but think about what I'd been doing.  Up to now, before I started working here at the barracks, I'd only used 'ash' maybe twenty times: giving it to the guys that I picked to support me in the various cities I'd been visiting.  Grandma told me to be sparing about it, and as you can see I'd definitely followed her advice.

In fact, 'ebon' was only supposed to be used for really hard cases, really ornery guys who were difficult to control, even after being treated with 'ash'.  

I simply hadn't run into anyone like that.   But, stop and consider, why would I be so stupid as to to pick an ornery guy to live with?  Wouldn't make sense would it?   Naturally, I picked sweet, attractive guys who were fairly well off and could give me a comfortable lifestyle, like Martin, and Andre, and Emil, and Jose, and of course Brice, and a whole bunch of other guys.

In fact, not only was the 'ash' not working, it was working too damn well.  The 'recipients' were supposed to be attracted to me, enough so that they were willing to do my bidding, but not enough to interfere with me otherwise, and definitely not enough to get in the way of my sex life.  However, with Emil and Brice, they'd fallen in love with me to an extreme.  As far as I know, Emil and Brice were both straight, but 'ash' turned them into wildly passionate gay lunatics, or at least bisexual ones.

I don't know if you could call them either homosexual or heterosexual, because they seemed to be wholly fixated on me.  Me and my prick that is, and absolutely insistent that I use them for my sexual pleasure.   It got to the point with Emil that I had to lock him in his bedroom at night, and sometimes even hogtie him.  And i was about to have to do something similar with Brice. 

So, anyway, back to the point, I haven’t needed to use 'ebon'. I haven’t found anyone who needed it yet.

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I mentioned that I gave 'ash' to only twenty of the kids in my barracks.  That would make them amenable for the time being until I got around to them.  It was the six others that were of immediate interest to me.  Three of them were pretty and the other three looked like they might be a bit obstinate so that fucking them might be stimulating.   Stimulating, yes, if they have enough backbone to try to stand up to me.

I'd already had one of the pretty ones; actually, the prettiest kid in the whole barracks.  Greg turned out to be not only gorgeous, but a talented cocksucker as well, and just seeing that beautiful face on my dick had takin me over the top.  I didn't even get to his virgin ass, and I can assure you I want that virgin ass, and intend to get that virgin ass.  But for now, it’s going to have to wait.  

I’m beginning to realize this place is going to keep me a lot busier than I thought.  I have no objections to keeping my pecker busy, in fact I'm looking forward to it, but it’s going to have a whole lot more action than I had realized.

Larry was one of the three kids that looked like they might be troublesome.  One of the kids I decided to try out before putting them on 'ash'.   As I've said, 'ash' makes them amenable to anything I want to do to them, but I was looking for some excitement; I wanted someone who was unwilling; someone who didn't want to give up their ass and was willing to fight me for it.  Larry was definitely a snotty little kid with a bad attitude who was begging for a bruising.  He was the only kid that didn't leap out of bed and stand at attention on my first morning here, but just dragged out with an insolent look on his face. 

Okay, okay, okay, so he was gorgeous, with a body that was …. well …. amazing.   Maybe I wouldn't have even noticed he was such a smartass if he hadn't been so beautiful.   Red hair and freckles and a cute little boy face that made him look like he was maybe twelve.  And a body that was almost unbelievable for a sixteen-year-old.  At least he professed to being sixteen although with those muscles I would have said eighteen or twenty.  So, a redhead with the face of a beautiful twelve-year-old and an impressive body of a young competition bodybuilder: he was luscious, delectable, all wrapped up in one stunning package, and evidently an ornery little shit as well.  I definitely wanted to give him special attention.

 So, I called him in.

I was sitting on the side of my bed wearing just my jockey shorts when he stepped into the room. 

"Close the door" I ordered him.  He closed the door, and then leaned back against it, his weight on one foot, slouching like a smartass kid, his thumbs tucked into his belt loops.

"Whatcha want?" he sneered.   That was actually funny and I almost burst out laughing.  'Whatcha want' he says, trying to be so, so cool.  Now I knew this was going to be a lot of fun.  I was really going to enjoy knocking that sneer off his face.

"Stand up straight" I snapped at him.  He gave me a dirty look, and slowly, very slowly stood up away from the door, his weight on both feet.  "Hands at your sides" I snapped.  Grudgingly, slowly, he put his hands to his sides.  "Get your god-damn shoulders back."  This time I shouted and stood up menacingly.   And I mean menacingly; remember, I'm damn near naked, I've got a good six inches in height on him, and I've got more muscle than he's ever seen on a man.

As I stood up, I saw a change in his expression.  Changing from that snotty, contemptuous look, to one of doubt.  Yes, doubt, and maybe a tinge of fear.

"I don't like you, Larry" I said as I put my hands on my hips, partially performing a ‘most muscular’ pose emphasizing my intimidating physique, and also showing my disdain of him.   "I don't like your attitude."  I took a couple steps towards him.

"Hey, man" he said speaking for the first time.  Lightning fast, I reached out and gave him a hard, open handed slap to the face; really hard, knocking him back.

"Yeeaaooh" he yelled as his head banged against the door.  Before he had a chance to react, I let him have it on the other cheek, every bit as hard as the first one.  "Yeeaaooh" he yelled again.  Grabbing him and jerking him around, I took hold of him by the belt and almost lifting him off his feet, force marched him over to the bed.  Then I did lift him off his feet, lifting him up with one powerful arm and tossing him on the bed on his stomach.  He was yelling the whole time, and yelled even louder as I flopped down on top of him.  My two hundred and forty pounds on top of his one hundred thirty or so.

He was squirming like crazy trying to get away but I just held his arms for a bit until he calmed down.  Then I whispered in his ear.

"You will call me sir, you piece of shit" I whispered.  He started struggling some more, so now I pulled both of his arms up behind his back and put on the pressure.  He held out for a good five seconds before he started to yell from the pain.

"Stop, stop" he screamed.  I let up just a bit.

"Call me sir" I said menacingly in his ear.  No response from him.  He was being a really tough guy.

But that was okay.  That's what I wanted, a tough guy.    I didn't want to break his spirit now before I even had a chance to get my dick into him.  That would ruin the whole point of the exercise if he doesn't struggle and fight back while I take him.  I don't want him to just lie there like a wet dishrag, I want to get some spunk out of him.  I want the excitement of overpowering him and taking his ass while he squirms and struggles against me.

Holding his hands behind his back with one hand, I reached under him and unfastened his belt with the other.  He started wiggling and struggling like crazy so I put more pressure on his arms.  His struggling was doing wonderful things for my prick though.  My prick was loving it.

“Oh, baby, you are so hot” I chuckled in excitement as I pressed my enormous hard-on against his butt.  Reaching under him again, I unfastened his pants.  Then, grabbing his pants from the back, I jerked them down, barring his ass to my scrutiny.

He’d been yelling and swearing at me almost the whole time, but now he caught on to what I was up too; he now realized I was going to fuck him.   He went crazy.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it” he screamed, as he bucked and fought, trying to shake me off.

I was amazed at how hard he was working to get away.  Remember, I outweigh him by over a hundred pounds so his continuous attempt to buck me off was burning up a lot of energy.

Pulling his arms to his sides, I put my arms around him, holding him tight, giving him a chance to settle down, but at the same time I fit my roaring hard-on into his ass crack.  Holding him tight, almost crushing him to me, I started gently humping my prick in his crack.

"Oh, Jesus, baby" I murmured into his ear.  "This is going to be good."  He stopped screaming and swearing at me, but now he started crying.   

"Please, man, please" he blubbered through his tears.  "Please don't.  Please let me go."  Alright, so he may be an ornery little shit but he is still just a kid, and it's easy for me to forget that.  He’s just a kid and I'm probably being too hard on him, but no way was I going to let that interfere with me getting my dick into that pretty virgin ass of his.  I let go of him with one arm temporarily as I reached down to pull my jockey's off. 

That's when he reacted.  He actually bucked me off of him and rolled over off of the bed onto the floor.  He started to leap to his feet, but almost before he could move I was on him.  He struggled with me as I grabbed his arms and manhandled him back up onto the bed.  He’s one hell of a fighter but with my muscle and strength it weren’t no big deal getting him back under control.   In fact, it was more like I was playing with a toy rather than a real fight.  I was enjoying the hell out of it. 

As long as I was wrestling with him anyway, I went ahead and de-pants him, holding his struggling, squirming body with one arm around him while I ripped his pants down and off.    I got him back on his belly on the bed, pulled my jockey's off, and fit my prick into his crack again, this time the real thing with no clothing in the way.

He went crazy again, making a futile attempt to escape.

I was fuckin ecstatic with a grin on my face like you wouldn't believe.  This was it, the absolute ultimate: raping a kid's virgin ass while he struggled and fought against me.  An adorable little white kid.  You cannot imagine how erotic it was, his sweaty little body squirming under me, fighting me, the two of us writhing around like salamanders as I held on to him.  Hell, I'd been waiting my whole life for this.  I actually started laughing aloud in absolute delight as we rolled and tumbled and I kept humping my prick up and down his crack.

I didn't want to hurt the kid, not much anyway, so I wasn't going to take him dry.  So, holding him with one muscular arm around him, holding him tight with his arms to his sides I started fingering his ass.  He called me every name in the book, and fought me every step of the way as I squeezed and fondled those sweet cheeks.  Jesus, this was good.   I couldn't stop chuckling in excitement.   My obvious enjoyment at his ineffectual efforts to escape and evidently the feel of my enormous schlong in his butt was causing him to fight like a mad man.

I spit in my hand a couple times and got a finger up his butt, and man, did he ever react to that.  He almost threw both of us off the bed as he tried to buck me off.  He was one hot little number.

After finger fucking him for a minute, I spit one final time and rubbed it up and down my throbbing prick.  Then, grabbing him in a headlock and forcing his legs apart with my knees, I eased my dick up against his hole.

"Here goes, pussy" I whispered in his ear.  "Gonna take you to heaven."  I pushed, hard.  His swearing changed to screaming as the head of my big fat eight-incher forced its way into his tight hole.  He kept on struggling but it didn’t matter to me now, because there wasn’t anything that was going to keep me from breaking this boy's cherry. 

As my dick slowly forced its way in, making his hole open up like never before, the tight feeling on my dick was incredible.  Jesus, there's just nothing like taking a virgin boy's ass.  As the head of my dick popped into his hole, I stopped and just held on, luxuriating in the feeling of the tight pressure, while also giving him a chance to adjust.  Hey, I know how to take an ass, a virgin ass.  I know it ain't easy for a virgin to handle my big prick.  Hell, it ain't easy for anybody to handle this monster of mine, but I know how to make it good for them.  Of course, it's going to be painful at first, but they're damn lucky they're getting it from me because I start nice and slow, allowing their tight little asses to adapt to me as I’m preparing for unrestrained indulgence.

I waited with just the head of my dick in his butt for several minutes, giving him a chance to get accustomed to it as his screaming changed to soft whimpering.  Whimpering, yes, but also panting up a storm, trying to ease the pain.  At least he quit fighting me, for the moment anyway.

"Here comes, pussy" I whispered to him as I gave his ear a lick.  Now I started easing my dick into him, going in two or three inches.  He moaned and groaned, but at this point it didn't matter.  I knew the pain would reduce as I continued, going slowly to allow for a slow acclimatization.

His soft whimpering continued as I began to fuck, easing my dick deeper into him with each slow thrust.  No fighting back, just soft whimpering.  The pleasure was so intense I could only groan in delight: "Ohhhh shiiiiiit" I groaned softly.   Pleasure personified.

As I reached bottom, all eight plus inches of my fat schlong jammed up his tight little hole, I released him from the headlock.  Pushing his arms to his sides, I grabbed on to his shoulders for better leverage, and pushed his legs further apart for better access.  Then, pulling almost all the way out of his ass, all the way to the tip, I pushed back in, bottoming out.

I started to fuck.  In and out, and in and out, going slow, just enjoying the amazing tightness of this boy's virgin ass.  His whimpering changed to soft sobs.  I knew that the pain would soon be gone, and the pleasurable feeling of my dick rubbing against his prostate would take over.  But, also, he was finally accepting that he had been conquered and I was the conqueror, and, like it or not, I was going to use him in any way I wished.

So I fucked him.  I kept going for quite a while before I sped up and really started banging it to him.  I wasn't going to rush it, so when I got too close, I would slow down and just savor it.  After a bit I pulled him up to a crouch on his knees, got on my knees behind him and continued fucking him at a slightly better angle, allowing my prick to go even deeper into his ass, still gripping his shoulders, but now holding his upper body up off the bed.

You just cannot imagine how absolutely glorious this was.  A beautiful kid, an unwilling virgin, crying and begging for mercy, as I used him for my pleasure and fucked the absolutely shit out of him.  I kept that fuck going for, like, forever.  It was so incredible I just didn’t want it to end.  

When I was done, when I shot my final load and pulled my dick out of him, Larry railed at me like crazy, calling me every derogatory name he could come up with, but I didn't object.  I just let him go on and on, getting all that anger off of his chest.  It took a while for him to calm down, but I just lay on top holding on to him until he did.  After a while, when he finally did begin to calm down, I gave him a talking to: explaining that I was going to tear him apart if he didn't shape up and behave.  It took a while, but he finally seemed to 'get-it' and understand that I was Boss and unless he wanted endless pain, he was going to have to obey.  I had to damn near break his arm before he finally called me 'sir'.

After I allowed him to get dressed, I stood up, still naked and grabbed him from behind.  Hugging him tight, I pressed my prick against that sweet ass that had given me so much pleasure.

"This ass belongs to me now, pussy" I hummed in his ear.  "All mine."  I think he gritted his teeth but he had enough sense not to say anything.

Before he left I made him drink a glass of water with 'ash' in it.  With the combination of my threats and the 'ash', I figured he'd soon be thanking me for being the one to take his cherry.

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But that's not the end of the story about Larry.

I noticed he was a bit recalcitrant over the next couple days, but I basically just ignored him, expecting the 'ash' to eventually straighten him out. 

Besides I was busy.

You know I'd kept the three prettiest boys in the barracks off of 'ash' because I didn't want them to be so accepting when I fucked them, and thinking they might be a little more fun if they weren’t anxious for it like the 'ash' kids. 

I'd already had Greg, who was the prettiest of them all, and who turned out to be a decent cocksucker besides.  But there were so many kids available that it was making my head spin.  I mean, Wow!  And just because I gave most of them 'ash' didn't mean I wasn't planning to fuck them; I was most definitely planning to get my prick into every damn one of those virgin asses.

So, I decided to take the other two pretty boys, Nathan and Kevin, at the same time.  I'm not going to get into it right now, but training two gorgeous young white boys in how to worship a black muscleman's body is something pretty damn delectable.

They were one hundred percent virgin, never having worshiped a man's body before, never having pleasured a man's cock and balls and ass with their mouths, and of course never having taken a man's prick up their tight little bung holes.  And, they'd never been controlled by a black bodybuilder before either. 

Since they weren’t on 'ash' and weren’t entirely willing at first, I had to slap them around some and put the fear of god in them before I got the cooperation I desired.  But once they understood that they were there to serve, merely toys for me to play with, they were great fun and I had a delightful couple of hours with them.

Then there were the two other kids, ornery kids like Larry that I thought might give me a good tussle when I fucked them.  But, I'll get to that later.  Let's get back to Larry.

Evidently the 'ash' didn't work on him.

I knew something was wrong, because he had this angry look on his face all the time, and he was less than fully cooperative.  He was still following the rules, but he was giving everyone around him a bad time.  He picked two fights in two days.

So, it wasn't a total surprise when he didn't show up in my room.  I had sent a runner with the message that he was to appear right after dinner, but he didn't show.  Of course, this was unusual; he was on 'ash'.  This had never happened before.

Now I admit there's a devil in me sometimes, and I knew very well that I had the 'ebon' available, and I knew very well that it was for situations like this, when the 'ash' did not seem to work.  So, I knew, according to what Grandma had said to me anyway; I knew that all I had to do was give him the 'ebon' and within an hour he would be a groveling ass-kissing toady.

However, my previous event with Larry, having him fight me while I raped him was the best damn sex I'd ever had.  Yeah, I swear, it was the best ever, and I wanted more.  Okay, so I'll put him on 'ebon' but I'm going to rape him again first.  This was just too good a chance to let get away.

One thing I'll give Larry credit for; he seemed to be without fear.  I mean, separate from the 'ash' he was standing up to me: this demanding volatile muscle man; even after I put the fear of God in him the last time.  That was impressive and I had to respect that.  It made my dick hard just thinking about it.

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Jerking the sheet off him, i grabbed him by the neck with my big paw and dragged him off the bed onto the floor.  Then, through sheer muscle strength I lifted him up with that one hand around his neck and slammed him up against the wall.  Lifting him, I just held him there, squeezing his neck, his feet dangling off the floor.  He had screamed and struggled at first trying to remove my hand but now that I was crushing his larynx he was just gurgling and his arms were just kind of flailing around.  His face went from red to redder to even to darker red as I held him there.

I held him there for a couple minutes until he quit fighting and became lax, almost unconscious.  That’s when I eased off and let him sink to the floor on his butt and then fall over on his side.  He didn't move for a while but he was gasping frantically for breath.  I knew I'd made my point because when he slowly came back to his senses he looked up at me with a look of fear on his face.  It looked like I'd finally broken through that vainer of anger and insolence of his, temporarily anyway.

All the kids in the room were on 'ash' so of course they admired me and were most always wanting to please me, but it didn't hurt to let them look on while I showed how violent I could be if provoked.  Giving them a good healthy dose of fear should make my life even easier. 

I forced Larry’s mouth open and jammed the 'ebon' in.  The stuff dissolves almost instantly so I didn't worry about him swallowing it.

Grabbing him by the arms and lifting him, I tossed him over my shoulder like a bag of wheat and headed out of the room to the communal bathroom and dumped him into one of the shower stalls.  He was conscious now but kind of groggy, trying to get his bearings.  As I pulled out my dick and started pissing on him, however, he woke up in a hurry.

“What?  What?” he sputtered as my stream of piss hit him in the face.  He tried to get up but I kicked him in the shoulder and knocked him back.  “Stop” he finally howled as he tried to block the piss with his hands.  “Stop.”

This was hot.  Hell yes, it turned me on to piss on a kid like this.  My prick was getting hard as I was pissing and by the time I quit, it was pointing straight up.  I couldn't even aim it at him anymore.

I gave my dick a shake and just stood there glaring at him.  He was fully alert now and yes, he was scared.  Being manhandled and pissed on by a massive black bodybuilder and now being glared it, you bet he was scared.

I just stood there silently for a minute, then two minutes, then three.  He was scared and he was nervous.  And he didn't know what to say.

“Please, sir?” he mumbled hesitantly.  (Sir?)  I didn't react. 

“Sir?” he said again.  Oh yeah, he was scared.  I still didn't say anything.

“I'm sorry?” he whimpered.  He may not have been sure what he’d done to piss me off, but he was sorry about it anyway.

I reached over and turned on the cold water and stepped out of the way as it sprayed down on him.  I was going to fuck him but I didn't want him smelling like piss when I did it.  I was rather surprised that he didn't move at first, but just let the cold water pour down on him.  He really was afraid of me, he was afraid to move. 

"Standup" I growled.  He stood slowly and stepped out of the spray.  "Strip" I ordered him.  He just looked at me in fear.  "Get you fuckin clothes off" I yelled.   He was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, but, at my yell, he obeyed and pulled them off.  I turned off the shower, grabbed him by the back of the neck and marched him, naked and dripping, down the hall to my room.

 "Get on your fuckin knees" I yelled at him as I pushed him into the room.  He looked at me with terror in his eyes, but he got down on his knees.  Terror, yes, but I still think there was a tinge of anger there.  He was still being a bit belligerent.  He was still dripping, but at least he wasn't smelling of piss.

I stepped over to him and when he looked up I slapped him, hard, whipping his head around.  'Yeow" he yelled and almost fell over.  He looked up at me in horror as he straightened back up.

"Please, sir" he whimpered.  "Please don't."  Yeah, believe it or not, he called me 'sir'; again.

As you can imagine, playing with Larry was doing wonderful things to my dick.  It was fully hard and forcing my jockey's out like a tent.   I grabbed it and gave it a squeeze right there in Larry's face.  His eyes got big.  He knew what was coming.

"You're nothing" I said, staring into his eyes.  "You're no better than a slimy little worm.”  I kept staring down at him.  "You don't even deserve my dick".  That got a shocked look from him, trying to make sense of what I just said.

He was visibly shaking now, really shaking.  I controlled myself and didn't let on that I was ecstatic inside, pleased and excited to see him in such fear of me.   I didn't move or say a word for at least a minute, maybe two, just glaring at him.  The tension must have been getting unbearable for him.

"Pull my jockey's down" I snapped.  Of course he knew what was coming already, but my order made it absolutely clear.  He didn't move as I glared at him, but he was really shaking in fear.

"Please" he whispered.  I didn't move but just continued to glare at him.  Finally, the tension got to be too great and he reached up and grabbed my jockey shorts.  Now, it was really hard to control my emotions, my absolute delight in seeing him finally obey, but I did.

He pulled my shorts down allowing my dick to spring out in his face.  He had to lean back to keep from getting hit.  Before he had a chance to raise back up, I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him down to my feet. 

I don't think the kid was a racist, nothing had ever come up about me being black.  I think he was just an ornery kid, but I had to wonder how he'd handle kissing a black man's feet.

"Kiss" I ordered him.  "Kiss your black Master's feet."  There was a pause while he evidently mulled this over in his mind, wondering whether he should obey or raise a fuss.

He made his decision.  He kissed my foot.

I was almost disappointed.  Almost.  It seemed as if he was finally broken, and it wasn't the 'ebon' that did it, it was too soon for that to take effect.

Grabbing him by the hair, I pulled him backup to his knees and held him in front of me as I grabbed my dick and started rubbing my pre-cum all over his face.  He looked shocked as he closed his eyes, but he didn't object.  Not at all, he just accepted it.

"Open your eyes" I snapped at him as I pulled his head back, forcing him to look straight up.  Looking down, looking into his eyes, I very slowly developed a wad of spit and let it drop into his face, hitting him on the left cheek, right next to his nose.  That look of fear on his face now changed to one of total horror; complete shock.  He didn't move except for his continuing to shake in fear.

I slapped him.  Not hard, but just enough to sting, hard enough to get a howl out of him.  "You're a piece of shit" I said to him, still staring down into his face.  "A worthless piece of shit."   That look on his face was almost indescribable, complete and total terror.  He was finally coming to the realization that I considered him less than the dirt under my feet, and I was going to treat him that way.

I slapped him again, getting another howl out of him.  Then, in slow motion as I held his head, forcing him to look straight up at me, I spit again, letting a big dollop fall on his lips and spatter on his chin.  Now I got a reaction: tears.  His eyes teared up, and almost immediately, started to drip down his cheeks.  As he raised his hands to wipe off the spit, I slapped them aside.

"Don’t touch it you low-life piece of shit" I said.  The look of shock stayed there and the tears kept dripping.  I think he was finally broken, completely broken.

Allowing him to drop his head, I grabbed my dick again and pushed it up against his lips.  "Kiss" I said.  "Kiss my dick."

He hardly thought about it at all.  There was only the shortest hesitation.  He kissed.  Oh yeah, he was broken, and I'm not sure if the 'ebon' had anything to do with it or not, but he was broken.

So, I got myself a blowjob.  He wasn't much good at first and really had to struggle to deep throat, but I didn’t much care because my dick was in charge and he was going to get his face fucked no matter what.  It was a bit of a struggle for a while, but then the ‘ebon’ took over, and there was a huge change in his attitude.  He seemed to almost go crazy, and damn-near strangled himself trying to please me after that.

Let me tell you, even an inexperienced cocksucker like Larry can do one hell of a job if there are no limits on what he'd willing to do to give pleasure.  His throat was going to be sore for a few days, but my dick loved it.

Once I shot my load down his throat, he didn't want to quit, so I finally had to push him away.  And then he started whimpering, got down and started licking away at my feet.  Yeah, whimpering like a dog, wanting my approval while licking my feet.

Okay, so I was really rough on him, but that's just me.  I gotta do what I gotta do, whatever gives me the greatest pleasure.  But I'm not completely heartless.  I knew that now that he was on 'ebon' he was going to be irrationally devoted to me, and willing to degrade himself to any extent just for my approval.  I recognized that, and, believe it or not, I can be sweet sometimes.  So, I took him to bed and let him worship for a couple hours before fucking him again.  He was very gratified.

Then I let him stay the night with my prick in his mouth.  By morning he was more than willing to show his appreciation.

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So, let me give you a quick explanation of 'ebon'.  Larry wasn't the only kid I put on it, but there were never more than three.   The problem was, I had to train them to limit their time in my presence because they wanted to be with me every second.  They would get frantic if they didn't see me or spend time with me on a regular basis.  So, it became a requirement that I spend time with them every day.  Yeah, every day.  Not only spend time with them but they wanted me to fuck them every day.   But, as you can imagine, with all the juicy new stuff around needing my dick, there's no way I could spend all that time with the 'ebon' kids.

So I got them to the point where spending an hour or so with them every day and fucking them every week or so, was enough to keep them outa my hair.  The saving grace was that nobody stays in the Barracks forever.  They either grow too old, the barracks only accepts teenagers, or for various reasons they get transferred elsewhere.

And, by the way, I gave Larry a name.  I decided to give all my 'ebon' boys, names.  Brice wasn't on 'ebon' but he might as well have been since he acted like he was, so I called him 'one'.  That's what I called him.  And Larry was 'two'.  As I've said, I never had more than four on 'ebon' at any one time, but giving them a number let them know where they stood with me.

Duane (aka: gladiatorkid)

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